maussse duuung young'ns

[Leah]

The grumpy, elderly tom scoffed as he watched the Marshclan camp stir. At sundown, when the day cats return and the night cats begin to wake, everyone is out and about, louder than those annoying no-good birds that like to make that high-pitched ruckus into his good ear. "Pah!" he spit, quite upset that his good nap was disturbed. "Nnnnnnoooooo guuuud yuuuuungeeeenns theeeeeenk 'eeeeeey 'iiiiaaaaaannnn beh liiiiooooouuuuuudddd aaaaaas 'ey pleeeeeeease! 'ey yeeeeewwwwww!" he stopped abruptly to address nobody in particular, "stop 'at noooiiise! yyyyyyyeeeewwwwww yooouuung'nns 'aaaaaaave nnnnoooooooo r'speeeeeehhhhhccct feerrr yer 'ldersss!"

[Story]

Leechnose watched the clan’s solitary elder from across the camp, trying rather unsuccessfully to hide her amusement. The tortoiseshell warrior was – or had been – relaxing in a patch of dwindling afternoon sunlight for the past hour or so, after a busy and unproductive day scouring the territory for prey. She wasn’t the best of hunters, but her catch today had been embarrassingly small for the hours she had put in. She stood up and stretched, padding slowly to the fresh-kill pile to collect a fish, then made her way over to One-ear. Leechnose set the fish near his forepaws and stepped back. “Good evening, One-ear,” she meowed. Despite, or perhaps because of, his prickly personality, the bold molly liked One-ear.

[Leah]

One-ear always appreciated the young tortoiseshell. She was one of few cats who talked to and respected him. All those worthless young mouse-dungs had a thing or two to learn from their Elders, and the mottled Warrior knows this. "Aaaahhhh ceeeen't gyyyyyit eeehhnnyyyyyyyy maus-br'nd yuuungeennns taa r'speeehhct me," for once he didn't shout at the top of his lungs, quietly speaking is something he only does when communing with specific cats. "Hrumph!" he spat. "Haaaveeeen't hyyaaaaad eeeennyyyyy pr'y."

[Story]

“Here,” Leechnose meowed, “have this.” She gently nudged the fish with one dark forepaw, not sure the elder had seen it yet. The tortoiseshell molly sank into a comfortable crouch near the elder, tucking her paws beneath her as she asked, “So, how was the rest of your day?” As a full-grown warrior, she couldn’t exactly request a story, despite the fact that her fondness for elders’ tales wasn’t much of a secret. However, no one could complain about her spending an evening keeping One-ear company, could they?

[Leah]

At last, prey! And fish, no less. One-ear would never admit to anyone that fish is his favorite thing to eat. He bent his head down to eat, greatful that SOME cats actually treat him with respect, luckily Leechnose wasn't the ONLY one. "Reiiist off maaah daaaaaaay?" he spit on the ground once again. "Jyaaaast laaayiiiiii' 'eeeeere sileeeeepin' 'tieellll aaaall th' duuuurrrrnnnnn yuuuungeeens woooke m'uuuuppppp!" His eyelids still felt heavy, if those annoying mouse-dungs kept up their chatter he'd never get any sleep. "'eyyaaaaalll hyeeaaaaaave t'b' taaaaalk'n 'n cyaaaaan't juuuuussst shuuuuut th'r pr'y-haaooools!"