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    tags ✦ ✧ ✦ He'd never be a hunter at this rate. Tam had been trying, without luck, to catch a small moth, but every time his large paws seemed about to make contact with the tiny insect, the moth would fly away. Usually it buzzed mockingly just above his head, in line of his eyesight—if he couldn't see it, the boy wouldn't have noticed. He'd been playing at this for a while, and frustration was beginning to overtake him. Tam's stubby white tail lashed as he spun away from the moth, and with a grown of despair, the kit wailed, "I can't do this!"


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    Yellow eyes peered at the smaller tom attempting to catch the moth. Lurking out from his hiding spot beside a dumpster he approached Tamarind. With a quiet chuckle to himself, Daud sat down beside where Tam was having a tantrum. "Try crawling closer before you jump," he offered with a raised eyebrow. "You don't jump from a mile away, especially not with those stubby legs."

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    tags ✦ ✧ ✦ Tam's sense of smell was strong, but he was paying attention to the moth, not his nose, so Daud caught him by surprise. The other tom's movement resulted in a slight breeze touching the boy's fur, and tensing, he twisted to see who had snuck up on him. The adult had already been speaking for a moment by the time Tam's yellow orbs flickered toward his mouth, and all the youth caught was the comment about his legs. Stubby? A great anger rose within the pale feline's chest, and he sniffed petulantly, "My legs ain't stubby!"


    Although he was curious about what else Daud had said, Tam would not ask until his wounded ego was soothed.

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    With a raised eyebrow Daud tilted his head, a mocking grin playing on his maw. "Oh? Then why did you miss?" He questioned gesturing with his large paw towards the moth that was fluttering away. Getting to his feet the large feline sprung at the moth as it landed on a blade of grass peaking up from the concrete. Bringing his paw down onto the insect he crushed it under his foot. "Do you want me to teach you?"


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    tags ✦ ✧ ✦ "I didn't miss! It flew away!" The kit's fury was something to behold. He stamped a paw, yellow eyes blazing. A deep hellfire seemed to emerge from within him, twisting his features into an ugly mask. Tam might have continued with his outburst if Daud hadn't crushed the bug. Once the older male did, however, he pushed away from him, voice cracking as he shouted, "No! There's no point now anyway. You killed it!"


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    Something about watching Tam have a fit was almost the funniest thing Daud had ever seen."You know there are other things to hunt besides butterflies," he explained around a snort. Shoving himself to his feet from his crouched position he dragged the underside of his paw across the concrete, wiping the insect's guts off it. "And stop yelling," the yellow-eyed tom spat at the kit, scratching at his fluffy ears. The kit's high pitched screams were really grating on his old man ears.