Ahh, The Wonders of Moons.

[Flower]

((Elder? XD Silversripe isn't that old yet, but he's definitely cranky enough... XDDD))
"I could care less about your staring at the moon, it's Longwhisker who's really ruffling my fur. Although come to think of it, since you seem to be intent on making us as annoyed as possible, your strategy is working." He really could care less about this stupid midnight quarrel. With a final glare at Longwhisker and Darkmoon, he turned tail and left - adding insult to injury by swishing his tail about so furiously he felt it bop one of them on the nose. "Serves you right." he grumbled, just loud enough to be heard as he padded back to his den.

[xradx]

Longwhisker was about to yawn when she felt Silverstripe's tail bop her on the nose. Instead of blowing it into a full blown arguement like she would normally have done, she let out a low growld directed at Silverstripe, and stifled a yawn. "Well, as much as I hate to admit it, I agree with Silverstripe, you're arguement is not interesting to be up this late." She paused for a moment to ponder the fact that she had just agreed with her least favorite cat in camp for possibly the first time ever, but then continued, "Well I'm gonna go sleep like the normal cats." She did not wait for a response before whirling around and padding back to the elders den, where sleep quickly overtook her.

[thisbecoconuts]

Darkmoon's orbs became round in mock fear. Lowering his tail in a normally obvious position of submission, he pretended to be fearful. "I have no where to run! Oh no, I am so scared!" However, as he said this, his muscles rippled under his pelt, expecting an attack. This was not the first time the tom provoked a fellow tom. He felt no need to unsheath his claws. He let the act go quickly and shrugged at Mothflight. "I would've said the same thing, but it's quite sad that your brother gets provoked this easily. After all, can't he take a joke?" he asked, innocently. Was he kidding? Who knew. Oh right, the roleplayer knows and she knows that his voice was simply dripping with sarcasm.

Darkmoon looked at the undeterred Silverstripe. He smiled at the tom and lowered his head in farewell. He just wanted to be alone again, absorb the moonlight in his sleek black pelt and enjoy the cool air flying through his hairs. He smiled thinking about the solitude in his life he would have soon. Darkmoon knew his plans were working and he dodged the flying tail. He saw it hit Longwhisker on the nose and he grinned. However, she was not really angry as he thought she would be. Well, goodnight, sweet apple of my eye." he greeted and smiled. He scratched the ground in anticipation. What could he do to make the brothers leave? He looked back at them expectantly.

[Đarκsong]

Mothflight padded up a few steps so his pelt touched Darksong's, "Come on, let's go and leave this little twit."

Darksong stared at his brother for a moment with burning amber eyes, then sighed and said; "Fine." He then began walking away, but turned back for a moment to say, "I won't be so nice the next time." Seriously, who did this tom think he was, speaking to everyone in his egotistical manner? It made Darksong want to rip his fur off, but he held back. No sense in fighting a worthless little tom when there are bigger fish to fry.....