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Boredom and anger rarely made a good combination with Arkham. He was the type of person to end up tearing something apart when those two things collided, and now that they were both mixing with an inability to start fights, the apprentice is a mess. Heat rolls under his fur, the itch of anger that comes when he's constantly being reprimanded for shit that he didn't do. Well, he did do some of them, but swearing in front of a kid? Seriously? Who the fuck cared if they heard a few curse words? He'd seen people hung by their own intestines at three months old, but it was important that people didn't swear? It's a thought that won't leave him alone, irritation sparking even more fires in his gut as he leaves RiverClan's territory, though he doesn't really know where he's going anymore. He'd already been back at ShadowClan's old territory. He can't say that he was ever a fan of their jungle, too hot for his tastes, but the canine finds himself standing at another one anyway, like he was searching for that familiarity or something.
And you know what else was familiar? "Is this a fucking joke," he demands, even as he takes a seat at a border that smells way too much like the old one had. Hell, if he was smart, Arkham would just turn tail and head back to Red — after all, he was an enemy now, apparently. But maybe he's looking for a fight, some way to get all of this fire out of him, so instead the former ShadowClanner takes a deep breath and lets it out in a shout. "This is ShadowClan, right? Love the new look. Very original. Same fucking look as last time, don't you guys ever move on?" Not that he had much room to talk, right? He's the one sitting at their border again. He's the one that misses the people he grated with so terribly.
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