CLOSED Kits, Mender, and Warriors

[Longstorm]

Bitter, Cunningheart, and three kits of AbyssClan, were all heading on down into the herb storage.
Well, Cunningheart was hovering around the entrance wondering if she would fit through the entrance, same difference.
Bitter smelled Tigerfrost before he saw him.
"BOO!" The large tom leaped at him from the shadows.
Bitter gave the larger a cool, disapproving look. "Really?" He flicked his tail in Cunningheart's direction, his eyes glittering maliciously.
Tigerfrost followed the flick - and horror swept his features. Oh no.
All the while Bitter was giving him a look that said, 'You just acted stupid in front of your mom/crush. HAH.' Bitter snickered aloud.
Tigerfrost gave him a look that said, 'I will kill you, puny man-cat.'

Cunningheart wasn't impressed by either of them. My own Choosing...

Bitter looked back at the kits.

[Loki]

OOC: I ACTUALLY DIED BWAHAHAHAHAHA
IC:
All of the kits jumped in surprise, not expecting the cat to jump out like that.
Bark hissed at Tigerfrost, his fur stood on end and he swiped at the air in front of him. Torn began to mirror him but saw Tigerfrost before he could swipe pointlessly at the air.
Instead Torn and Thistle flattened their ears in annoyance.

OOC:
I love it when kits do that.

[Longstorm]

OOC: My last post of the night...  
Bitter and Tigerfrost together make great comic relief!

IC: Tigerfrost looked at the annoyed kits with surprise. He flattened his own ears at Torn and Thistle and meowed gruffly, "Well, what are you looking at?"
Cunningheart and Bitter rolled their eyes. Tigerfrost looked up at Cunningheart and dipped his head respectfully. "Hello, Cunningheart." The massive she-cat nodded in return.

OOC: And it's incomplete. This is terrible...  

[Loki]

"Dunno, what are you looking at!?" Bark snapped a aggressively.
"I'm looking at a right Fishbrain," Torn 'whispered' to Thistle, smirking because he found himself amusing.
OOC: :'(

[Longstorm]

Tigerfrost's ears flattened briefly at the kits' insult and impudent manner, but flipped them forward again as he set his attention on Bitter.
"I've finished - what else?"
Bitter noted the moderate pile of herbs on the 'shelf'. "I have had a thought," he meowed, looking back at Tigerfrost. "Half of most of the herbs would be fine." Bitter smirked. "Grab the next stack - half of it, mind, count them out - in the same room as these, would you? And take some of these back - half." Without another word, though relishing the look of rage brewing in the Warrior's eyes, Bitter turned to look at the kits.
"Follow me." He glanced up at Cunningheart who in turn nodded once then regarded the size of the entrance.
Whatever, Bitter thought.

[Longstorm]

OOC: A post to cover what was supposed to be this topic so I can get away from it fo'ever.

IC: So Bitter, Tigerfrost, Torn and Thistle and also Cunningheart messed around down in the herb and poison storage of AbyssClan. They moved a few things around, but since Bitter didn't actually have much in the way of orders or instruction or information in general other than "we're moving elsewhere for some reason or another" (typical) they were really only able to move some things around. Bitter didn't know exactly when they were supposed to be making the big move and some of the plants could only last a certain amount of time out of their storage space - and they certainly would go to waste in the constant rain - so he was an asshat about the entire operation.
In the end Cunningheart and everyone who wasn't Bitter left the Mender to his own devices, and they all emerged back into the camp to do whatever it was that was gonna happen next.

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