wh[o] wants to have some fun with me?

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    Now, Paintedpaw was just sitting around, going about this like every other day; being rebellious and being unhelpful. But today, Paintedpaw jerked away from his daily routine to do something special, well, special to him anyway. You guessed it; pranks. Back when he was a kit, this was his favorite thing to do, and he wasn't going to let that change because he got older. So all he wanted was to have a buddy to prank with, you know, someone to take some of the blame, maybe all of it, or a plain friend that he could trust. This kid was born to be quite the leader, but he preferred doing things alone. Who knows? That might just change today.

    Ever since he had been addressed by Maikol, the young black caracal became a little bit more open. No longer did Talon creep against the shadows, disappearing against it with his ebon pelt, but he walked in the open like a proper cat. Yes, he was still a bit naive, being a cat with absolutely no family/social life.


    The tom paused to watch a bird circling the skies above him, his amber eyes curious.

    The young flame point turned his head to see a black caracal, right in his eyesight. Prank buddy candidate #1. he thought, padding over to him softly, hoping to jump at him and give him a good scare. Hey, the kid couldn't help it. Even if he could, he didn't want to.

    Talon was surprised to note that Paintedpaw was trying to scare him. Not someone who would scare easily, the black caracal's ears flattened a bit in annoyance. Turning about, he shrugged his shoulders and mewed, "I can hear you a mile off." However, a wry smile played at the corners of his lips; he admired the young tom for trying.

    The flame point laughed. '' Well, congrats for catching me.'' He said, stamping his feet into the ground dramatically. ''Anyways,'' he began, '' Would you like to 'participate' in something 'fun'? Paintedpaw asked, cocking his head and trying to give a pleading smile.

    "Fun?" Talon echoed. He had never done anything fun before and had barely an inkling of an idea what it was. Of course, he had heard the word being bandied around in everyday chatter but...fun? Being opened to new experience, the tom agreed, "Sure, why not?"

    {I don't mind whichever one you choose.}


    The black caracal was curious, so he followed Paintedpaw. Perhaps this would expand his definition of the word fun.