I used to rule the world...

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    Itchy settled down to work on a tick he'd picked up earlier. He had a lot of questions he wanted to ask, but Vivian wouldn't be the one to answer.

    Itchy paused in his tick chewing to stare at the black she-cat.


    "Something on your mind?" He was curious. But all she ever gave him were glares and threats.

    "Hey Vivian. You look like someone tied your tail to a tree." He said, the image making him chuckle. Joking was his way of dealing with stress. Vivian being so quiet was making his teeth itch.


    "Uh, so. What made you leave the city?" He said trying to get someone else talking.

    "It matters!" He practically screeched. And it did. Sad cats, meant desperate cats, and desperate cats could cause a lot of damage.


    "Why are you always so touchy? Even when you strutted about the city you acted like you had thorns in your pads." He took in her shrunken state. "If you got ousted, it probably wouldn't have happened if you'd made friends instead of lackeys."


    ((Itchy gets cold when he's stressed out.))

    Vivan shot ot her paws and thrust her face into Itchy's. "Shut up! I regret nothing of what i have done in the past!" she hissed. Then she slunk back off to her corner and sat in the shadows.

    Itchy bristled and hissed! He'd had enough.


    "We'll good for you then! It must be nice to be so sick you loose your bile, then so hungry you fall down into it!" He screeched at her. "At least groom yourself off. You smell like a stale old kill." He grumbled.


    Itchy then launched himself out of the den. He needed to go and clear his head, and as ragged as she looked, he wasn't sure Vivian still couldn't do some damage to him.

    Amberfang popped her head in.


    "I heard a commotion. Is everything all- Well, not alright but- Um- You know" Amberfang rolled her eyes." You know what, never mind. as long as you both are still in one piece I don't care."

    Amberfang sighed.


    "No," she said, "If we want to cross the loner territories and get to Moonclan before winter hits, we need to travel as fast as possible. Once the first snow falls, our path will be blocked."

    Itchy bristled but kept his mouth shut. Fighting Vivian every time she acted like herself would turn his fur white early.

    Itchy also made note of the area. It would be part of his territory once all of this was over. He could make a camp here, just in case his others got boring.