Treasured Feathers (Pivate Featherpaw)

[Treasuredpaw]

"Well, you've just gotten more annoying," Treasured said, her voice sounding tired of the tomcat. "And not annoying in the sense you're trying to achieve. I feel no anger, only the feeling of being tired of you."

[Featherfrost]

Featherpaw tilted his head.

"Please. Through feeling tired of me, you must be experiencing irritation and likely a desire for me to take my leave and bother you no longer. So, you are experiencing anger. Simply its lowest form where it is very unlikely to turn to violence, as opposed to full on rage that usually results in one of two participants retaining scars... But." He shrugged. "Honestly, I think you enjoy my company on some level. Had you not, you'd have left already." He was less interested in trying to get Treasuredpaw to lose her cool, as of now. He wasn't sure what he was going for. He was more or less replying to Treasuredpaw's reassertions that she lacked nearly all emotions concerning him.

[Treasuredpaw]

Treasuredpaw's eyes narrowed and her tail flickered. "Look, bud, I don't need your smart remarks. Okay? I've stopped caring about this conversation and all politeness. Remember what I said about me picking who I want to be nice to? Well, you're not on that list, pal. The sunlight comes through this part of the den just right for me to want to stay here so that's the reason I'm putting up with your mousedung, friend," she mewed in a rather passive aggressive tone.

[Featherfrost]

Featherpaw shrugged.

"Hmph. True, you don't need them. Can't stop them, though. That's outside of any cat's control." He pointed out. "And since when was this about politeness?" He sniffed. "I'm not nice to anyone." Fallenmist's face flashed through his mind, but he pushed the thought away. "And I don't need anyone to be nice to me. Perhaps other cats need others to be nice to them, but not me." He wasn't at all intimidated by Treasuredpaw's tone. If anything, he found it amusing.

Treasuredpaw wasn't riled up, but he found he found enjoyment in being the cause of her being in such a mood.

[Treasuredpaw]

"Ohhh you don't say," she sarcastically hissed. "Maayybe that's why you're such a piece of foxdung." Treasuredpaw was aware that she was giving this idiotic kitten some sort of sick satisfaction by being in a sour mood. At least some other cats she'd met had been nice like Sparrowpaw. But she guessed sparing someone's temper was better than being a complete waste of space but she guessed that that was too much to ask of anyone as annoying as this furball.


((I apologize for Treasuredpaw's extremely angry thoughts and possibility of her scratching someone.))

[Featherfrost]

((Well, I apologize for Featherpaw being a jerk... Though he does it to everyone.))

Featherpaw shrugged.

"Hmph. I'm a... Pile of foxdung as you put it... Because that's how I choose to be perceived!" He claimed. Though, it was true. He could be polite and put up a facade of kindness and make everyone think he was pleasant, most likely. However, he found too much entertainment in the frustrations of others and thus made an effort to instigate feelings of irritation. 

[Treasuredpaw]

"Yeah, obviously," she mewed rolling her eyes. "Like I couldn't have figured that out myself."

[Featherfrost]

Featherpaw huffed.

"You're boring me, now." He decided. He decided that if Treasuredpaw was going to attempt to get another word in, he wasn't going to listen. Wasn't like it was anything important. With that, he made his leave.

((I feel like this thread is dragging. We should stop before it sounds like we're desperate for ideas :P))

[Treasuredpaw]

Treasuredpaw sighed, relieved. He finally left. Yes, this spot was, indeed, worth the effort. The sun was shining in warm through a hole in the bush the den was made from. She put her head on her paws.

(Okay sure. ))