Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-27669385-20160424000455/@comment-27039035-20160511032905

RaggedOak wrote: "We've cuaght eagles before," sniffed rose "and this aint any different, unless that brain of yours has started to age as badly as you're looks." she shot at him. "dont you remember the old days, when younguns respected there elders n' an eagle went down at least once every moon?" Rose, of course, remembered no such days, but she set her jaw stubbornly, and refused to listen to sense, no half baked, stick bareing, wippersnapper-of-a-tom was gonna steal her glory.

Because Storm was exhausted from the journey here, and was accustomed to ignoring Rose's verbal diarrhea, he didnt hear a single word she said. However, there was a strange tension surrounding them, as if the air was electrified. And he didn't mean a sexual tension, as if they were about to suck faces and have kits together --  Although the only thing that could pop out of Rose at this point is a full grown cat just stuck in there all this time, which would account for how fat she is right now  -- but more of a loathing filled tension, as if she was about to kill him. And since Storm was feeling too tired right now to defend himself against a raving she-beast, he resigned himself to agreeing with whatever she said. "Okay, yes," he nodded. "I'm totally in support of all this. Now . . . what are we going to do again to prove our worth? Catch an eagle?"

(I'm writing this at 11:30 p.m. So it might be a little too weird. :P )