Prim and Proper -open-

[Llamafuzz]

I am Pretty

Llamafuzz was having a rather sad day. It was already sunhigh, and no kits had died of malnutrition. Somewhere along the line queens had learned how to actually care for their young, and when that had happened, the tom's viewing of the mortal world became much more boring. With a somewhat despondant - yet surprisingly graceful - turn, the creamy calico began padding through the marsh. His steps were delicate, unwanting to get his paws too dirtied by the muck. It was beneath one such as himself.

It was then that he scented someone, and straightened his posture pertly. "Oh dear, company. And when my paws are dirty. This is most unfortunate. Most unfortunate." He murmured, neither to himself or to his new companion. It was simply an airy string of words that were meant for no one in particular.

[Woollyfoot]

Woollyfoot weaved among the damp trees of Darkpool, towering, dark trunks reaching up into a colorless sky. No stars, no moon, no sun. No light. His hazel eyes had become accustomed to the dark many times over, as he was quite an old spirit. Unlike the CloudClanners, his pelt was not starry. It was a murky, translucent color - darkness. He didn't mind. It suited him much better than starlight and rainbows. 

He had run into one of those idiots the day before. How disgusting he had smelled. Sweet, sickly sweet to Woolly's nose. "Oh, dear, company." The gray-brown-and-white tom looked up, spotting the calico easily. "Hmph. You know I've never been one to mind dirt," he said in response to his old friend. Oh how much fun it had been to wreck havoc back in the day. "Hello, Llamafuzz. I've been wondering - what exactly is a llama? I don't believe it was included in our traveling packet."

Llamafuzz

[Llamafuzz]

I am Pretty

Llamafuzz relaxed a little as Woollyfoot appeared from the gloom, like his murky little Darkpool knight. This cat was one Llamafoot wasn't too concerned about appearing proper in front of, since in his opinion, anyone could appear better than Woollyfoot without trying. Of course, that thought was accompanied with incredibly fondness, not ire.

"Oh Woollyfoot, it's just you dear; here I was afraid it was someone important." Llama noted warmly, padding towards his old friend. He feigned offence, raising one cat eyebrow in disdain. "A llama is a creature of intellect and pride, much like myself of course." He sniffed and sat down. "'What is a llama?' Ridiculous! It's like me asking, 'What is a foot?' Honestly dear."

[Woollyfoot]

Woollyfoot opened his mouth in mock offense, swinging his paw at the tom. "No ones more important than I! I'm disappointed, Llam-y, you should know that," he turned around. "Even my butt is more important than you," he hit the calico on the nose lightly with his tail tip.

"Intellect? Ha! Pride, yes, though too much of it," he teased warmly. Llamafuzz was the only one he acted this way around - the only one he wasn't 'evil' around. "Have you ever seen one?" He asked suspiciously. 

"Hm. Don't you miss ruining peoples' days? And fighting?" He asked, raising one fictional eyebrow. "I wonder what harm we could do from up here, to those idiots down there," he nodded at the ground, speaking about the Clans. "I haven't seen another Darkpool spirit to put below us in moons."

Llamafuzz

[Llamafuzz]

I am Pretty

"Oh, do forgive me, dear." Llamafuzz dodged Woollyfoot's blow with an apologetic shrug. "I saw my reflection in your dazzling eyes and got a little...distracted. What were we saying? Something about you being important?" The dappled tom's mouth curved up in a wicked smirk, though he fluttered his eyelids flirtily.

"Well of course I have," Llamafoot lied with a nonchalant flick of his tail. "I was friends with a lovely couple of llamas just down the way, you know...before that unfortunate dying incident and all." He'd never much been bothered by dying. He was still alive in a sense, he could still have conversations, and now he could watch over his llamas from all high.

Though Woollyfoot did have a point, and it did make him a little melancholic. "I suppose we'll just have to play pranks on each other until someone smarter than us decides inventing reincarnation would be a good idea." He surmised with a small shrug. "Tired of my company already, love? It's only been a hundred odd years, I'm a little offended." His company was a treasure, and he was astounded Woollyfoot didn't appreciate him more.

[Woollyfoot]

Woollyfoot snorted at the narcissistic cat. "Oh, nothing. Just how ugly you are, and how beautiful I am," he answered in a serious tone. He never joked around like this with anyone else besides Llamafuzz. He was usually rude, like now, but he usually meant it. He actually found the calico tom quite attractive, despite his comments.

"I never did ask you - how did you die? Did your little friends trample you?" He asked, raising one fictional brow. "Or did your stupidity get in the way, causing you to run into it?" He asked. "Hm. Maybe I'll visit a llama in its dreams sometime, to prove what a liar you are."

"Oh, I've been tired of your company ever since I met you," he lied with a smirk. "As much as I love playing pranks on you, it's lost it's luster, dear friend. However, if you haven't realized, there is a whole group of cats over yonder," he nodded in a random direction through the trees, making a random guess to where CloudClan lay. "I visited one of the idiots already, and their even more thick-skulled than I anticipated. It should be easy to inflict harm." He suggested. "Or some other evil guys around here. I feel like we should run the place by now - we are the oldest, strongest, smartest, and most attractive (at least in my case) ones here."

Llamafuzz

[Llamafuzz]

I am Pretty

"Oh pish posh." At this stage his denial was either because of his narcissistic qualities, or because he knew not to take Woollyfoot's words to heart. He was well aware of his attractiveness, and of Woolly's of course. (but he was still better looking and he would spend as many hundred years as necessary trying to convince Woollyfoot of that.)

A grimace crossed Llamafuzz's face at Woollyfoot's harmless question. In truth his death was a great embarrassment to the tom, who felt he had died far too young, and due to nothing but his own stupidity. To have been killed by a cow of all things. How uncouth. "Did you ever play a game called 'Claws In' while you were alive?" He questioned, deciding to address the topic by prodding it with a very long stick.

"You visite...." Immediately the calico felt a flush of jealousy, which he felt absolutely entitled to. "Did you have fun?" He asked with a miffed pout, turning his head away. In a way he already felt like they ruled the keep, the uncrowned kings and all that. It was what he secretly called them. Perhaps it was time to make a more obvious stand. "Did you have plans in mind, my cheating little fuzzball?"

[Woollyfoot]

Woollyfoot groaned. "Please don't tell me someone hit you on the head with a sheathed paw to death," he said, raising one fictional eyebrow in a questioning way. "That's absolutely pathetic," the spirit decided, shaking his head at the calico tomcat.

"I did." He gave Llamafuzz a nod, rolling his eyes at the pout. "And I had fun taunting the little guy. He was a black one… Green something-or-other. He acted like he thought he was so fierce. It was funny, really," he said, laughing at the memory.

"Nothing fully formed yet, no. But we could make sure everyone is put in their place up here, including CloudClanners," he began, thinking. "Too bad we don't have mortal bodies. If only we could take control of one of them, and harm the Clans. That would be fun."

Llamafuzz