Hollow walked up to his siblings and Phliasos.
"Are you kidding? You'll get hurt and she's older than us. And doyou honestly think fighting's gonna solve anything? Sometimes I wonder how anyone has ever resloved anything through fighting for no reason at all." He meowed, brushing a paw over his left ear casually.
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Hollow rolled his eyes at the pathetic bunch of cats. He couldn't believe they were linked by blood.
"Oh for heavens sake. Argue all you want just don't come crying to me when one of you are lieing on the floor dead. -
Hollow dipped his head politely towards his mother, Cloudstar.
"Thankyou for that mother. I felt as this would never end. He thanked before turning to his siblings.
"Also, have you never heard of the saying, 'We shall agree to disagree'? Obviously not. Next time you should just settle it in a civil manner like respectable cats." He scolded despite the fact that he was only five moons. Anyone would think he was posh but he was really just a bit tart and snappy. -
Hollow looked up at the two she-cats.
Oh screw this. I'm out. He thought before strolling out to go and find some poor soul to correct, thus annoy. He was a bit of a perfectionist but...You guessed that. -
Hollow looked up at his mother. Whatever could she want with him? Only one way to find out.
"Of course Mother." H meowed, sitting down on a patch of cold flooring patiently, waiting to see what his mother wanted. -
Hollow couldn't help himself. He had to say something.
"What...A kit? You know, a kit isn't really that hard to kill, I admit that so really.....It doesn't make you that tough. See see?" He mewed, not flinching under Phliasos's hard stare. -
Hollow just ignored his sisters outrage. He, himself could get snappy at times. Well, most times but he could still keep his cool better than Flare. He held his head high, giving himself the impression of arrogance and cockyness once again.
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"I was just about to say that. Quick thinking. He meowed, ignorant of the fact that this would just annoy Phliasos even further.
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Hollow looked at Flare with a look in his eyes which foretold what he was about to say.
I'm pretty sure she knows if she's a tom or not Flare. Was what he was thinking. He opened his mouth to start speaking. -
The brown tabby tom sat in the nursery, looking out a hole in the wall at the sunset. His eyes were surrounded by a bizarre white ring around each of them, giving a startling impression. He was smaller than most of his siblings but nonetheless he could still annoy them until they went mad. He didn't mean to make them mad; it was just the way he was.
The tom was a perfectionist. He hated seeing mistakes. Or hearing mistakes for that matter. Whenever someone was incorrect, he couldn't help scolding then correcting which annoyed Nova, Galaxy and Flame especially. Sometimes his pefecting attitude gave him an air of arrogance and cockyness which was why many cats disliked him.
A thought struck the five moon old tom. His mother, Cloudstar, had asked to see him later. When was later? As well as being a perfectionist he was slightly impatient as well but he usually managed to hide it but sometimes he got snappy. Boy that was a side you did not want to see.
Why had he come over here in the first place. Ah yes. To get away from his bickering family. He looked across at them and rolled his eyes. Sometimes he couldn't believe they were his family. Other times he thought he was the only sane cat in the world. Nearly the whole time he thought both. Wait. Scrap that. All the time.
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Hollow sat on the cold floor patiently, his kinked tail curled around his paws. He scowled. He was perfect. Flawless. Well almost anyway. His tail was his only fault. Well in his opinion anyway. Other cats seemed to dislike him but he had no idea why.
The tom was five moons now, probably nearing six moons yet he acted like an elder. Wise and cranky. Earlier his mother, Clouds, said she had wanted to see him later but he never found out why. That was why he was here.
He looked outside a window area of the tower at the darkening sky. He could hear some birdsong and he wondered how prey could sound so beautiful and flawless. He closed his eyes so they were nothing except mere white slits, which was odd as he was a brown tabby tom. He had white rings around his eyes though. He was lost in the sound of the birdsong.
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"And what are you doing, may I ask if it is not too much of a bother?" A voice called from behind. It was a small brown tabby tom. How old was he? Five moons? Probably six moons by now. Anyway, not that it mattered. He was the son of Clouds, Leader of the Comets and he was not going to sit down and watch someone steal kits. If the she-cat had turned around, she would have noticed his startling eyes. No not the colour silly. He had a pair of magnificent white rings around his eyes, giving off the impression.... An unknown impression.
The tom held his head high for he knew he was of Royalty. Blue blooded was it? That was what it was. He was a bit of an arrogant tom; Any cat knew that. That was why he was a bit of a Loner. Even his siblings despised of him for that. Not that he realised that.
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Hollow gave a little yawn. There didn't seem to be any mothers for the kits around here. No one else seemed to notice. Perhaps he was imagining things. He stood up and trotted away, holding his tail and head high. Some older cat would probably find her and deal with it. He couldn't be bothered to deal with a kitnap right now. He had other things on his mind that were worth while.
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Hollow normally wandered around wherever he pleased, despite his age. He didn't see anything wrong with it. It wasn't like CometClan was going to be invaded any time soon. Besides, he could take care of himself. Most cats were stupid anyway. Mainly in his family. Especially Phliasos. The smartest cat he knew was his mother.
His ears pricked up at the mention of an "Extremley dangerous tom".
"Really? He doesn't sound that dangerous. Daggerclaws...... The name Cloudhead is probably a more suitable name." He commented, appearing beside Jinx. He wasn't being sarcastic. He didn't get sarcasm very well. He literally said what he meant anyway. That's what he was saying now. What he meant.Most of the time, he wondered why no cat except his mother could stand him.
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Hollow looked over at the new kits. He didn't really know the mother but the kits were so beautiful and flawless. For once he had gone soft.
"Congratulations. You must be very proud of your kits." He meowed, making sure he didn't get too close. -
Hollow looked up at the new comer.
"He probably killed a mouse." He answered for Duststorm casually. The small tabby tom blinked his white ringed eyes calmly, expecting an outburst from the she-cat. That was the usual reply he got when he talked to someone. A mouthful of curses andannoyance. -
Hollow looked over at Hestia with his head tilted.
"I'm sorry?" He asked, wondering what on earth this cat was muttering on about.
"Never mind. If anyone sees my mother, tell her I was looking for her." He meowed before padding away to look for his mother himself. If he let others do it themselves, they would end up bringing back some rogue or that "Extremely dangerous tom". Pfft. Yeah right. -
Hollow quickly padded back after he heard his mothers voice, but common sense told him now was not the time. Besides, he had another thing to say.
"The haunted catacombs? Right. Remind me to check there later today." He sighed. He was getting quite bored now but he believed in "chance". Sometimes, the unexpected things could happen. For example this might get interesting. -
Hollow was unconvinced.
"How come they didn't kill you then?" He replied bluntly, his boredom clearly showing. -
"Ouch." Hollow commented, looking at the paw.
"I think we better take the kit back at least." The young tom meowed, narrowing his eyes in concern.