i wrote a oneshot w/ some of my main ocs.. i havent wrote in forever and this is just to get personalities down so the plot may suck and be bad but hey! its here
Irritation pricked at the young molly's pelt.
The sight of the red tom made her frankly annoyed. Furious. Heated. Any word she could think of that even related to angry could probably be used to describe her feelings towards him. The sight of him alone was often enough to make her seethe, however, the fact that he was with her brother, of all cats, really, had only added wood to the fire and her fur was practically red already.
She had been told by numerous cats that he was a real nice tom, that one, or that he was practically next in line to be deputy at such a young age. This would've affected her less if she hadn't had to constantly hear it from one of her own mates, Foxface, the tom's sister.
Currently, said brother and tom in question were sat beside the fresh-kill pile, tails intertwined, stopping every view moments to stifle laughter. Eugh.
The calico was just about to get up herself and march right over to the two when she felt the tip of a tail touch her shoulder, and she turned to see a cream molly.
The other cat was Milkywish, Maplefeather and Foxface's other mate, and often voice of reason. Her face was a mix of concern and irritation, presumably due to the worry of Maplefeather getting into unnecessary fights or simply trying to start one to begin with.
"Are you trying to start another needless argument with Russetwhisker? ...Again?"
"I have absolutely no idea what you could possibly mean."
The smaller molly sighed. At this point she knew it was futile to even attempt to reconcile the two, they had been fighting since they were kits, anyways. With a flick of her tail, she motioned to Russetwhisker heading for the entrance of the camp, the calico's brother left behind to take a midday nap. "Well, there's your chance to argue with him without Poppythorn getting pissed at you both. Try not to alarm the rest of the camp, please. You know what Birchstar did last time it escalated too far."
Maplefeather gagged at the memory.
"Yikes, don't remind me." As soon as the tom's tail disappeared out of camp, she turned and gave Milkywish a quick lick on the cheek, shouting a 'see ya!' before turning tail herself, leaving the molly embarrassed.
The tom had currently locked his gaze on a mouse shuffling around a few tail lengths away from his face, his brow knitted in concentration.
Concentration that was unbroken until a loud noise sounded from a bush, causing the mouse to dart away in alarm as a calico molly popped out of the leaves.
Breathing hard out of his nose, said asshole closed his eyes for a minute before opening them again, trying to maintain a cool exterior before responding. Muttering certainly some form of vulgarity, he turned his head to meet the cat who had oh-so-loudly chased away his prey.
Maplefeather struggled out from the bush, falling forward and landing squarely in front of the other's paws. Scrambling to her own paws, she shook out her fur and glanced up at the taller of the two. She managed to be somewhat intimidating.
"You can, actually. I'm gonna have to ask you to leave my brother alone," pausing, she looked away in thought, "preferably forever."
Russetwhisker looked pleasantly surprised.
"You know which brother! It's not like you're in cahoots with Juniperpaw, the kit's sick as a dog and I don't think he even knows what a molly is yet!"
"Wait, no, hold on-- did you just say cahoots--"
"YES," Letting out a large breath, Maplefeather clenched her jaw tightly before speaking again, "You're really barking up the wrong tree, you know that? You make Poppythorn all love struck and glossy eyed, speaking to him is like talking to a dead body at this point! It's weird!"
The tom stared at her for a moment, his eyes blank before he started slowly, his smug look gradually returning to his face, "So, what you're telling me, is that you don't want your brother happy? ...Ever?"
The molly seemed taken aback by this. "What? No! Just happy with someone that isn't someone who is completely disgusting!"
"A lot of cats could beg to differ."
"Not to mention, you're courting my sister as well--"
"You don't even like your sister!"
Rolling his eyes, the red tom moved to leave, shoving his way past the molly. "I get you don't like me personally, but I think you should stop throwing a hissy fit every time I come even a fox length near you. And maybe take into consideration other cat's feeling's before your own. If Poppythorn is happy, shouldn't you be happy for him?"
"What kind of life lesson bullshit is that?!"
Quickly reverting back to his egotistical demeanor, he left the calico standing in the middle of the clearing, the mouse forgotten and the molly fuming.
