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The tiny fluff of grey hopped from rock to rock, using the roots of the tree that had gnarled itself into the structure as a climbing device to sink her claws into so she could reach the rocky peak above. It took her a few attempts of falling and shaking herself off, but eventually she climbed to the highest point of the structure. It was a little taller than the height of the average warrior, but to the slightly smaller Berrykit, she felt like she had risen to being queen of the world.
Proudly sticking her chest out in what she considered a regal fashion, her eyes rose to the moon slowing lifting higher into the ebony sky. Soon everyone would be awake, and she'd be able to watch their typical morning routine nobly from above.
Timberpaw emerged from the apprentice den shortly after Berrykit had made it to the top of whatever she had been climbing. The small silver tabby tom made his way over to the fresh-kill pile and chose a small mouse from it to eat before heading out for the day.
"Where are you going?" The coo came from atop the rocky overhand that Berrykit looked down at the tom from upon, the tom demanding it a way that implied she thought she should absolutely be the first priority of this other cat. One might of thought that climbing to the top of that rock pile had made her a little more arrogant than normal, but that wasn't true at all. She was just always like this.
Timberpaw was startled by the sudden question and looked around a little wildly before catching sight of Berrykit where she was perched above him. "I'm getting something to eat." he said shortly, trying to cover up how startled he'd been.
"Why don't you get something from the fresh-kill pile then?" Berrykit asked, a certain sly amusement to her voice that made it clear she had both seen and had been very amused by how shaken the apprentice was by her presence, a wry smile crossing her features as she took to leaning down closer to get a better look at the tom from her new perch.
"That's what I was about to do." Timberpaw said, doing exactly that. Glancing back at her, he saw that the kit was leaning rather far out on the rock pile, and it was starting to look dangerous. "Be careful you don't fall off of there, you might get hurt." he said.
She gave a roll of her eyes. "You must think I have feathers in my brain." She said, completely disregarding the toms advice as she, in a clear attempt to see if she could provoke a reaction, just pressed more near to the edge, a few times looking like she might loose her balance, but each time, whether from skill or, more likely, from luck, she managed to keep her balance only to taunt him a hint further. It was hard to tell if she just wanted to make the to upset, or it it was all kits-play to her, but clearly she was taking interest in what the tom thought of it all.
Timberpaw watched her carefully for the first few times that she pressed her luck before deciding that she was just messing with him and deciding to ignore her and go get his own breakfast. The tom had quickly realized that the kit was merely desperate for attention and decided that he wasn't really interested in giving her what she wanted.
She scoffed, annoyed that he had just walked away from her and pondering for a few seconds if it was worth her while to go running after him, considering all the effort it took to get up the rock in the first place. She quickly realized that, no, she didn't want to leave something she had worked so hard to get, but also, she didn't quite want to be alone. So she chose the middle ground and called out to him from her rock, deciding to carry on their conversation even if the tom was half way across camp.
"So after you get breakfast what were you planning on doing?" Berrykit asked, preparing to get very angry if she didn't get an answer considering all the effort it was her little lungs to yell that loudly.
Timberpaw selected a mouse from the pile and settled in a corner as far from the kit as he could get without actually leaving the camp and started to eat, choosing to ignore the kit's question and see what happened when he did. Right after she asked her question about what he was going to do next, he took a bite from the mouse and didn't answer.
She glared, her fur ruffled, and she started to pace with angst-y annoyance. After about to or three cycles of seething while walking in a circle, her paws slipped out from under her while she was a hint to close to the edge, and took a pretty rough tumble off of the rock. Luckily she wasn't hurt, but the sting of embarrassment was worse than any of the pain she felt from the rather clumsy landing. She shot a glare at the tom, the the rocks, then turned her attention back to the apprentice again. Scrambling to her feet and the giving her fur a few good licks to bring her wild grey fluff into a slightly more manageable and groomed appearance, she then started marching over to the apprentice as if this had been her master plan all along.
"Are you deaf?" She snapped, finally having stomped herself right in front of the tom and was now glaring at him through narrowed slits. Berrykit thought she looked rather intimidating, but somehow whenever she got really angry her naturally adorable appearance got even cuter.
Timberpaw heard her come tumbling down the rocks and almost jumped up to help her but she got to her feet before he had the chance and shook off the fall, clearly fine beyond maybe a couple of scratches and bruises, and most definitely a bruised ego.
When she stomped over to in front of him and demanded to know if he was deaf he glanced up briefly, saw that she was trying desperately to appear intimidating and failing miserably in that regard, so much so that it was funny to watch. "No I'm not deaf, but I also don't have to listen to you whine at me constantly." he said.
"What in the world did I say that was whining? I barely say anything to you and you just stalked off, and then you ignore me. Are you trying to say that I'm in the wrong?" She sounded clearly very offended, despite the fact that she had obviously been pretty provoking in behavior. But she was in denial with a victim complex, and those two things and logic didn't mix very well.
Timberpaw didn't really want to try to answer the question about what she had said to be annoying. "Why do you insist on constantly asking me questions when I'm just trying to go about my day?" he asked grumpily.
"Um, because I'm a polite person trying to start up a civil conversation with one of my clan-mates?" Berrykit asked, simultanously sounding offended and like she had been asked the dumbest question she had ever heard in her life.
"Umm, have you ever listened to polite small talk? Because, how I remember it normally going is one person says, 'Hey, how are you?' and then the other person goes, "Good, how about you?". Then the other person might reply back, 'Oh, I'm doing good too. So what did you plan on doing today?', and maybe the other person answers back, 'Not much, did you have any plans?' Maybe you never realized it, but basic small-talk requires a lot of questions." She answered back, proud of herself for her clever work at attempting to pretty much finagle herself out of admitting maybe she had been the tiniest bit purposefully annoying.
that actually earned a hearty laugh from the apprentice at her trying to rationalize what she was doing. "And I'm not a fan of small talk. So to me it's just an annoying stream of questions from someone I don't want to talk to." he said.
"Well that's too bad, since, you know, small talk is actually the basis of all polite conversations. I would have liked to believe an apprentice at least would have learned that by now." Berrykit said with a snobbish huff.
"You can try and say all you want to try and convince me that small talk isn't completely stupid and a waste of time but I'm not particularly interested and was planning on going hunting, which you can't follow me to do either." Timberpaw said, rising to his paws and making a quick bee-line to the camp exit, intending to ignore anything more that the kit said.
