Sitting. And. Talking. How fun. (OPEN)

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    Occoquan gazed around. "Elixor wants you lazy bums to help train us," he meowed, just to make it short. "Death Pride's staying for a while."

    Notes nodded slowly,"Well, alright then. I can train you, if you wish." She directed it towards Coyote. She didn't want to push him into anything.

    Coyote nodded his head. "Got any super-secret Tribe-moves?" he asked, wanting to impress the other kits with moves they'd never learn from their adult Pridemates.

    "Maybe, maybe not." Notes meowed in a mysterious tone, giving Coyote a slow wink. She let out a small purr, before stretching,"Ready?"

    "Yeah, sure." Coyote meowed, tail swishing around at more excited pace. It was one of the biggest honors in Death Pride to be the best fighter, which was what he was aspiring to. Being the best fighter in the Pride meant that when it was leafbare, and most birds had disappeared, and non-cat-prey was hybernating, that you were most likey to be the biggest provider. Not to mention, if you got to be a Pridegaurd (One step up from Pridekeeper), you got to boss around everybody except Agro(And by default, his mate(s)) and Zira.

    "Great." Notes was already starting to trot away from Coyote,"C'mon! Don't be a slowpoke. You need to learn speed, too."

    Coyote darted after Notes, his tail stuck up in the air. "I'm fast, those SunClanners didn't even catch me!" He pounced at her tail as he caught up.

    Notes purred in amusement. She flicked her tail towards the side, for Coyote to catch.

    "Sooo, who should I train?" Farewell asked.

    Coyote abandoned Notes' tail, "Wait, no, train me too!" he protested. No way was he going to let his brother be trained by TWO Tribe cats, when he only got one.

    Notes stopped in place. She turned to Coyote, and frowned,"Fine, go. Whatever." The black Savannah snapped at the Death Pride cat. She turned on her heels, and began to march away, anger flaring up in her amber eyes.

    Coyote looked confused. What the h*ll? He turned on his heels and trotted after her. Flare ups weren't anything new to him. He lived in Death Pride, for Pete's sake, but he hadn't even said anything offensive to her!
    "What?" he asked, attempting to cut her off.

    Notes rolled her eyes,"Quote from you; 'Wait, no, train me too!' Ring a bell?" She whipped around to face the Death Pride cat.

    "Yeah? I wanted her to train me too, that way I could be trained by TWO cats," Coyote sighed with exasperation. "I'll learn more that way, duh."
    Jeez, she-cats. So overly sensitive, and here he was, just trying to be efficient.

    Notes whole body seemed to blush. Nobody could see it, because of her pure black pelt. So, she pretended like nothing happened,"Alright, well, that's great. The more, the merrier!"

    Soulreaper peered at the two young cats who had come. "You guys know how to fight yet? Elixor's by the border, he told me to get cats to pummel Riverclan."