Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-24038939-20160228032819/@comment-33008190-20160304024905

"Ugh, ok, PEOPLE. I SAID I WAS LEAVING. THAT MEANS: STOP. TALKING. TO ME. GOD."

He shuffled off a few tail-EAGTHE before turning around. He knew it was his duty as medicine cat and blah blah (Jeez, being a med cat has too much pressure to be nice and just blehhhhhhhh) to respond to what they said.

"WELL MAYBE SHE CAN BUT IF SHE DOES I'LL SIT ON HER!" Did he yell? Yes, he yelled. Oh, and it was nothing Clovershine looked scared. ''Scaredy cat... OK THAT WAS NOT A PUN.''

"Tangykit, look dear: GROW. A. BACKBONE. Please speak up when talking to cats OLDER than you. And yes, yarrow is gross and deadly, as your little comment said. But, oh, I ALREADY EXPLAINED THAT."

''Did she just burst out crying? Oh my Starclan. I TOLD THEM IF THEY WHINED THEY'D EAT YARROW.''

He stormed off to his den.

"Bratty kit..." He mumbled under his breath.

He then felt a sudden pang in his stomach.

Oh no, he couldn't be...hungry!?! NO! He JUST made a dramatic exit, and now he had to scramble out there and explain: "OH YEAH SORRY ITS NOTHING I'M JUST FAT AND HUNGRY, YA KNOW." And grab a big, chunky bird just for him alone.

Ugh.

Ugh. Ugh ugh ugh ugh.

He scolded everything and turned around to go back out.