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Pinesimmer. Every NightClan cat's least favorite of Aspenstar's siblings. And if he wasn't already your least favorite, well, you just needed to hear him when he opened his mouth to be able to tell that. Honestly, it was any wonder someone hadn't strangled him by now, Aspenstar sure did seem to want to, often. Which was probably why everyone in camp was avoiding him, and instead whispering about the scabs across his cheek from where his WONDERFUL sister had slapped him.
Alas, for NightClan, StarClan had let him live another day, and he was about to make it everyone's problem.
Larkspur was a kind she-cat, maybe a little too kind for her own good. Her compassion and loyalty to her clan mates had landed her a position with the loyal guard. To help out the clan, and frankly, get Pinesimmer out from under her pelt, the black feline had decided to try and be the one he was a jerk to today. This was the first time she was seeing the scabs on his cheek, and she was too scared to ask why he had them.
“Hey, Pinesimmer. You up for hunting?” She doubted he would be. But at least she could try. Was Larkspur going to regret this? Oh, you betcha.
"Only if you enjoy swimming." Pinesimmer quipped, voice snarky as could be. "Let's hope you're better at it than my brother was."
It was cruel, at best, to talk of Oakleaf in that way. If Aspenstar heard it, she might just throw him in a river to see if he himself could actually swim. The tom's head tilted back slightly, allowing him to look down his nose at the loyal guard she-cat, as if her status was still somehow beneath him.
“Now, now,” Larkspur flicks an ear back in mild irritation, though other than that, her stance remained neutral. “Keep talking like that and I’m sure he’ll find a way to come back and kick your ass. Come on.” She directs with her tail, padding toward the entrance of the cenote. Honestly, she was hard to offend or anger, so she felt well equipped to deal with this. For... a little at least. Her heart hurt for Aspenstar, who she’d began to see as a friend. She lost a brother and didn’t really have the other two.
“If you’d like to hunt by the river or the falls, that’s fine by me.” Larkspur shrugs. She notices the way the other cat looked at her, as though she was small, and like she wouldn’t be at his level. That was fine as well. She wondered how long she’d be able to deal with the sharp tongue of the brown tom before she managed to lose her temper. In her mind, it was sort of a game. Who would break first? Pinesimmer, sick of Larkspur not responding to his prods? Or larkspur, sick and tired of the arrogant and rude ways of the cat in front of her.
He gritted his teeth slightly, annoyed by her lack of reaction. But Pinesimmer wasn't a quitter, he would get her to crack, he was sure of it. As if to make a point, he padded out ahead of her, taking the lead because he refused to be second to anyone, let alone someone aggravating like Larkspur. "Oh please, like Oakleaf could take me in a fight. He couldn't even do the basics, like swim. Do you actually know how to hunt, or am I going to have to teach you basics as well? I... highly doubt Aspenstar vetted you properly." He looked her up and down with obvious disgust as he spoke, not hesitating to take the opportunity to insult the she-cat and his sister as the opportunity presented itself.
Larkspur takes a few strides to catch up with him, shoulder to shoulder, but keeping distance between them still. She didn’t want to be nearer to him than she had to be. She wasn’t going to give in so easily. Yes, she was levelheaded, but her love to her clan came above all. And frankly? Pinesimmer was quite the nuisance to it. “Somehow I doubt you can swim either.” She says nonchalantly, taking the lead after a few strides. She didn’t actually know if he could or couldn’t swim. She just wasn’t going to let him have any satisfaction of getting a rise out of her. The black she cat was hardheaded, that’s for sure. “Mmm. I can fend quite well, thank you for the offer though.” The feline stops for a moment, scenting the air. Overwhelmingly, it was Pinesimmer, but she was getting notes of prey along their path. Birds, mostly. She was surprised he’d come out at all, and if it meant dealing with blows all day, so be it.
Post by Honeystorm on Apr 16, 2021 14:07:13 GMT -5
Pinesimmer was losing steam, which only made him want to try harder. She wasn't Aspenstar, who he barely had to prod to get her to explode. Larkspur actually forced him to think of his insults, and if she looked at him, she probably would have been able to see the smoke coming out of his ears as the gears in his brain were actually forced to turn for once. "I'm not my brother, I actually have skills that aren't drowning the moment I step in water." He didn't want to actually admit she was right. He'd never once gone swimming. She didn't need to be able to use that against him.
“Why are you so awful to him, Pinesimmer? I don’t understand.” Again, Larkspur was genuinely neutral. “I mean, it’s one thing to be awful to your sister. She’s still alive and she can fight for herself. But Oakleaf? The dead can’t speak for themselves.” The black she-cat shrugs, standing still before dipping under the brush. She comes back out with a mouse, dropping it between them. “Your turn.”
