Post by Heathclaw on Jun 3, 2011 22:16:21 GMT -6
Grumblemuttergrowlstupidfurballhaditcomingmumblegrumbleyammernotfairyowl...
The hissing stream of bad temper was issuing from the mouth of no other cat than Tigerstripe, of course. The reason for his current state of high dudgeon was evident in the moss bundle that was tucked underneath his neck. He was back on apprentice duties, due to a whirlwind of injustice. The cat that Tigerstripe jumped totally got what he was asking for. And he hadn't even hurt him that badly, either! He'd left him with full use of his four limbs, after all. Crybaby.
He stemmed his venting as he re-entered camp- he had gotten to the point when he was vigorously repeating all the swears that he knew- and by the time he reached the nursery, he had constrained his angry rant into a silent internal monologue. Wouldn't want WindClan's precious kits to pick up any bad habits, would he now?
Still, evidence of Tigerstripe's foul temper could be seen in the stiffness of his paws and the thrashing of his tail. This was no good. He couldn't go in like this- he'd frighten the kits. Need to distract myself... He set down his moss ball next to the others that he'd gathered- more than enough for the kits and the queens. He decided to task himself with splitting the moss into manageable sections to carry in. It was slow, boring work, but working next to the sound of kits playing and cavorting across the nursery wall took the edge off his anger.
Until a piece of moss got itself snagged onto his paw. "Leggo," he hissed, trying to shake it off. It clung on stubbornly, like a large and comically floppy tick. Tigerstripe was not amused. Pinning the moss piece down with his free paw, he yanked upwards hard... and bopped himself just as hard on the nose.
That chipped the dam. Unable to control himself, he let out the loudest, most dreadful swear he could think of. A moment later, he clapped a paw to his mouth, ears burning in chagrin. The nursery had gone silent.