A Break From The World

^{Firestep stalked through the wet grass, anger still flaring in his eyes. Stopping suddenly he hissed as soon as Snowflower joined him, "That jerk! Who does he think he is?! Bossing every cat around like he's leader! Man, if I had a chance I would rip his throat out..." Firestep snarled, almost yowling in rage.}

"Don't worry. When we are both still young and strong, he'll be a cranky old elder rotting away in the elder's den." She said, gently laying a tail on his shoulder. She gently nuzzled him.
"And I was right, that looser doesn't get any, that's probably why he's so cranky." She giggled. "He needs to get laid."

<sup>Firestep sighed, "Geez...is your whole life surrounding by thoughts of 'getting laid'? Do you know how many kits you'll give birth to by the time your an elder?" Firestep meowed annoyingly, then shrugged. "I guess your right, though. But it doesn't help now." the tom kept walking stiff legged, clawing the grass.

"Man I wish I could fight him..." he repeated his unheard threat. "Maybe I should challenge him...do you think that'll work?"</sup>

"No, I was just stating my observations." She said shrugging. "Plus, more kits are better for the clan. I've heard rumours that a Thunderhe, I mean Thunderclan queen had six kits. In five moons, those will be six new apprentices and in six more moons they will be six new warriors. You see what I mean."
Then he spoke of challenging the other cat.
"Did some Shadowclan brute knock you on the head one time to many my love?" She said sitting beside him. "Crimmy may be well on his tottering way to the elder's den, but he's still a strong fighter. Meh... just find something else to do about that mouse-brain."

<sup>Firestep rolled his eyes, "Its not like we have enough kits already. Besides, about four of them are ready to be apprentices." Firestep meowed.

Then the tom's ginger fur bristled, his teeth baring. "What, you think I'm some puny weak cat who can't fight?" he snarled, facing Snowflower with a glare. "He's not that strong, plus what other option do you think I have into putting some sense into that mouse-brain? Talk him to death?" Firestep spat, his tail lashing.</sup>

( Ah poor Firestep, there is nothing that can't make his temper rise. )

"You could always push him into the river." She said, looking at the swollen water. "A near drowning would put some sense into him." She shrugged. "Anyway, that mousebrain isn't worth the trouble. He's just being a pain." she said.
"He's a pain to everyone."

<sup>"Heh, a great idea, but that tom is too much of a lump to push, especially something as to pushing him into a river..." Then Firestep's tail rose, a smirk plastering across his face.

"Hey Snowflower..." he meowed seductively, circling the she-cat and dragging his tail over her pelt. "Want to help me plan out some revenge for that cat who has made every cat miserable?"</sup>

"Ohh my love, this sounds most promising." She said purring happily. She nipped at his tail.
"Do tell me... what is it my sweet mate?"