today was an awful day.
hound couldn't explain why nor did he want to explain why, but there was one thing that he was sure of and that was everything was pissing him off. more than usual, considering how he lived his daily life wishing death upon anyone who breathed in the same space as him. he tramped through the bloodclan camp like a brewing storm, a foul air hanging in his wake. his eyes were glued to the floor as if he were imagining the very earth splitting and burning underneath his feet as he walked, unaware of the tyro standing in his path until he was practically ramming shoulders with them.
(it was actually more like he was ramming his shoulder into their leg, but you get the point)
"watch it loser," he snapped, not even sparing the other cat a glance in their direction, crumpled eyes glaring knives at something unseen down the hallway. "god damn, the only thing you're probably good at in your pathetic life is being a dumb ass roadblock. quit being a hassle and go die, won't ya?"