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He looked at the younger cat who seemed to be dissappointed as he slunk off back towards the den, Ivoryfang shrugged and went over to the freshkill pile with the other. "The deputy should be up every morning at sunrise." He complained.

He sat, picking at the thrush. "Thank you." He muttered in between bites, licking off his own muzzle when he was finished. "What's on the agenda today?" He asked him hoping he would know.

Ivoryclaw shoved the bones and feathers away with a shrug. "I don't know she sure acts like she does." He said, picking up some of the feathers and leaving it outside the nursery for the kits to play with before coming back over. ((I haven't seen dying slowly since the otwn time and I hate to ask this but Angel could u type in a different color? ;u; I can't rlly see it I have bad eyes.)

(The whites what I can't see ;-;)

(thank you)

(mmk)

Olvier sat quietly reading a book, being a huge fan of horror stories he had one of the many Stephen King books laying in his lap. He never bothered to lock anything but his front door at night, living in a safe neighborhood he wasn't worried about anyone breaking in, the back door lead to a fenced in yard with a basic latch on the gate that wasn't locked either, Oliver being confident in his ability to hear the gate open. His parents weren't home that night as they were always out either for work or on dates, he didn't mind one bit and enjoyed being alone in the house where he could do whatever he pleased in peace, he set aside the book and laid back on the couch, staring at the ceiling with a bored expression across his face, it seemed too early for him to go to bed yet he was bored of being on his phone or reading, he got up and went into the kitchen with his back turned to the back door as he searched through the cabinets for anything to eat.

Oliver brought back the biscuit tin from the cupboard, sitting on the couch with them in his hand as he turned on the T.V., Leathal Weapon was on and he flipped the channel to it, tossing a biscuit into his mouth, oblivious to anything other than the sounds of the movie playing. He picked up his phone and began texting one of his friends, setting it down and picking it back up whenever it would buzz

(Cats can be homos, I had a homo cat once named Jojo.)

Oliver was about to scream, staying completely still so the blade didn't touch his neck, biting into the hand infront of his mouth, knowing he would probably die anyway, shrinking back against the couch, trying to ge away without getting his neck sliced, hand shooting up to brace against the wrist holding the hatchet, staying eerily calm.

Oliver stilled at his voice, still pressed away from the hatchet. "What do you want...?" He hissed out, turning his head to his attacker, eyes widening. "N-no...You're just a story." He said, eyes widening as he tried to move again, eyes locked onto the other behind his goggles.

Ivoryfang looked up, standing up. "Yes Fallenstripe." He said, starting to pad towards the entrance, turning his head to look back at the others as he waited for them, licking at his paw, he didn't very much like the tension between Moonshadow and Troutfur, and was trying to find a way to distance himself from it.

Lionpaw ran over to his mentor, greeting Moonshadow with a tail flick. "Is there anything I need ot do?" He asked, figuring he was going to be sent to take care of the elders.

Ivoryfang gave a little shake of his head like he was annoyed by their flirting, he got up and paced infront of the camp, wnaitng to get out of the camp. "Love birds..." He muttered with a shakeof his head.

Lionpaw looked disappointed but nodded, going and shoving his way into the Elders den, when they all replied they felt fine and didn't need anything he huffed and went to sit infront of highrock, looking around with his ears flicking.

Oliver swallowed slightly, staying still and not speaking, still glaring into the orange lens of his goggles, the biscuit tin crashing to the floor by then, he was breathing heavily by then, hand snaking his way towards his book, a hard cover that was seven-thousand pages long would at least startle him he hoped, hand curling around the binder.

Oliver held himself upslightly. "Get off of me you bastard!" He threatened, trying to pull his hands out of his grasp, trying to press his knees up against him to push him off- thank god all those year of gymnastics starting to pay off.

He rolled his eyes, standing there as he stared off into the distance. Ivoryfang heard the distant call of a magpie and pricked his ears, wanting to run off towards it, tail lashing as he looked between the two to see if it was alright, if they'd go past staring at each other for a second.

He struggled more, trying to get out of his grasp, taking this chance to yell at the top of his lungs when he realized the other couldn't reach for his hatchet, causing as much ruckus as possible until the neighbors dog started to bark. Oliver wasn't trying to inflict pain knowing that would be useless but instead tried to knock the breath out of him by hitting his knees against him.

(idk where I'm going with this lmao.)

Oliver got up, shaking his head, not knowing to call the cops or...What....He grabbed his phone from the couch incase, glaring at him. "What the hell was that about?" He questioned, ready to turn and run, either for the door or the hatchet.

Oliver although sitll standing like he was about to run slowly straightened himself up. "Boss?" He asked sounding confused. "Ain't no point in calling the police...Just think I'm a crazy kid who read too many stories he muttered. "I've never actually read it I just know the whole boy goes crazy and kills dad thing..." He said, starting to back away.

Ivoryfang ran off, coming back a few minutes later with the magpie tightly in his jaws, looking at them before padding back to camp, dropping it off at the freshkill pile and sitting down as he watched Firstlight come out of the den, flicking his ears in greeting to the other. Camp had been slow these last couple days he thought with a sigh, snatching up a vole from the pile and bringing it to Medowgaze's for when she got back, sitting on his haunches with a sigh.