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Valente-chan had grown a lot in the last couple moons. While still clearly a kit, depending on the angle of the sun, he could pass for an apprentice. Maybe he even would have passed for an apprentice if he wasn't covered in fluffy white fur. Regardless, the League kit padded into DayClan camp without an escort like he owned the place. His grandmother lived here as well as a few other family members and, besides, DayClan loved guests.
He wasn't sure what exactly he planned to do in coming here but, when he saw another cat who he assumed was his age curled up in a patch of sunlight, an idea quickly came to mind. Valente padded over to Honeybun and gently pawed at his shoulder, "Hey you, want to make a bet?"
Honeybun was sleeping soundly, enjoying his afternoon nap in his favorite spot, the warm sunlight reflecting off of his sandy cream pelt his paw twitching as if he were lost in a dream. He felt the prod against his shoulder, but it took a moment for his yellow eyes to flutter open, when they did he looked up at the fluffy tom standing in front of him and smiled widely. "Oh, what kinda bet? Do I get a neat prize if I win?" The little warrior shot up from the ground, and started to dance around Valente.
"Sure! If I win, you have to do to what I say... but if you win, I have to do to what you say," Presently Valente-chan was relying heavily on the more youthful side of his age. He was sure that this tom was at least a few moons his senior, which meant cuteness probably went a long way, making him more likely to agree with the cute little fluffy ball that he was, "I bet I can jump higher than the Wisteria Throne!"
Edited Sept 7, 2020 21:21:57 GMT -5 By Jadie | Reason: change "listen" to "do"
"Okay!" He had accepted the terms of the best before even knowing what they would be doing, his movements slowed and he came to a stop but his paws were still dancing up and down. He turned his eyes from the cute fluffy cat to the wisteria throne and his mouth dropped open. "Can you really jump that high? I wanna see!" He had never seen someone jump over the throne before, and in his excitment he almost forgot that they were betting on this; still he nudged the other forward and watched with round eyes. "Show me, show me. I'll try after you."
Tensing his muscles, Valente jumped as high as he could, up and over Honeybun, landing elegantly on the other side of the young DayClan Warrior. It was pretty high but nowhere near as high as the Wisteria Throne grew. He didn't look so cute and cuddly anymore as he reached up and touched the other tom nose to nose, "I win! You have to do what I say!"
Honeybun kept on watching and as Valente started his jump and soared over him, he craned his neck back to see it happen, he was confused but still impressed so he didn't question it, not that he really cared. "You can jump high, I dont jump alot." Not that Honeybun was that far up from the ground to begin with. He blinked a few times when Valente pushed his nose against his own and declared himself the winner. The white tom hadn't jumped as high as he said he would, but since Honeybun hadn't jumped at all it only made sense that he lost. "So what are we gonna do?" He wasnt phased, whether he didn't fully understand or if he just didn't mind, he was mostly just excited to have a new friend. "Oh, what's your name new friend?"
"My name is Valente-chan, although you can drop the -chan if you want, I think it's a mouthful," Valente purred, patting his new prize on the head, "From here on out you get to be my slave! That means you have to follow me around and do everything I say. The first thing I want you to do is..." He cocked his cute little head, thinking deeply on what exactly he was going to demand, when he saw a tortoiseshell she-cat enter camp using the same entrance she had. She did not seem anything special but she had a cool necklace that Valente wanted to be his, "Go beat that cat up and take her necklace."
