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[Woollyfoot]

I paced the mucky forest floor impatiently. My eyes had been long since adjusted to the dark, I was quite an old spirit, gloomy area that was considered evil, but it was still hard to see at times. Instead, I depended on my hearing and sense of smell—which I found myself using as bushes rustled nearby. My head snapped up, and I peered into the darkness suspiciously.

"Llamafuzz," I greeted, tasting his familiar scent on the thick air. "You're late." I stated flatly—I didn't mind too much, really, I had all the time in the world. But I was still not a patient cat. "Never mind that, you're here now."

Llamafuzz

[Llamafuzz]

I am Pretty

"You know I hate it when you call me that; call me Sweetheart," Llamafuzz replied in sarcastic greeting, emerging from the sticky gloom. His eyes glowed brightly, evidence of his good mood at being surrounded by such dimness. Unlike other Darkpool spirits he could name, Llama reveled, even thrived in dark places, and cursed the light to all things dark and painful.

"Are you doing a little 'child stalking'?" He murmured, passing his friend to look down into one of the small sight-seeing pools that dotted the forest (idk man, is this how our seeing works??) and glanced within it, observing two kits. "You always know how to make me proud."

[Woollyfoot]

I crinkled my nose in disgust. "Sweetheart? What are we, mates?" I grumbled, flicking my tail in annoyance. I wouldn't admit that I didn't like him in that way, but he didn't have to know that. Though I'm sure he already did. I looked up as Llamafuzz came towards me, glancing back down at the 'pool'. 

"It's not stalking, you idiot," I told him, rolling my yellow eyes. "I'm observing. Besides, it's about time to find some kittens to corrupt. It's getting quite boring up here, don't you think?" I chuckled, watching as the two tussled.

"These two would be perfect. Their father is the deputy so they'd have a big impact on IceClan, and their mother is from RockClan, so they'd have some say there too," I said. "We could inflict some kind of war or something. I don't know, anything exciting. It's quite drab up here." I shrugged. "Besides, I do see potential in them besides origin." I stepped back to let Llama watch.

Llamafuzz

[Llamafuzz]

I am Pretty

Llamafuzz smirked. "Only in your dreams," he replied, arching his neck to peer down at the scene. It was odd that warriors invoked the Dark Pool, let alone kits. "It seems more like curiosity on their part, than sheer stupidity. We can certainly use that. Not many are brave enough to speak of us so freely." It wasn't exactly admirable, and both kits couldn't certainly use brains, as they appeared to lack subtlety, but that could be fixed.

Even he had to admit Woollyfoot had stumbled upon some interesting potential. He wasn't as optimistic as the other tom; and rathered this would be a great past-time rather than something that would lead to war. But either way, he could have fun with it. "So long as I can get my paws dirty with it. Life up here is ridiculously tedious, and considering we're already dead, I'm very offended."

[Woollyfoot]

"Psh. Nightmares, maybe," I responded with a flick of my long tail. Still, my voice held the little amount of affection it could for the tortoiseshell tom. "This one looks a little like you," I told him, nodding towards the tortoiseshell one. I watched intently as they tussled, knowing how, with our help, strong they could grow up to be. A sly grin crossed my face. "Either way we'll find out, won't we? You up for some good old fashioned training?" 

I nodded. "'Course you can, darling. A few injuries won't kill them," I told him with a smirk, my eyes narrowing in a challenge. 

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