Juncostar
shadowclan leader
All giggles and side glances, Juncostar led Fennelsting out into the territory. He clearly had more in mind than just a simple hunting trip, as he'd explained it to the younger tom. Well... perhaps they were hunting; Fennelsting just might not be so happy about what they were hunting. Juncostar wasn't sure if there were even any snapping turtles left in the swamp; it was getting cold, and they very well could've been hiding for leafbare already. Paws tingling with excitement, the tom couldn't help the bounce in his step as they came closer to the swamp. The last time he'd been out here, he'd been fishing for turtles with his brother. They'd had to cut their trip short, unfortunately, when Juncostar had been unable to control himself and swatted one right on the nose.
He didn't regret a thing.
Coming now to the edge of the muddy expanse, amber eyes bright, Juncostar seemed to be vibrating with excitement. "Do you see anything out there?" he breathed, wide-eyed and hardly breathing, as though just the sound of his breath might scare away any turtles that could still be active. "I thought we could come out here 'n see if there's any snapping turtles left," he finally announced, "I can't think of any-cat else who would be better for the job!"
Juncostar
shadowclan leader
He wanted to scream. He'd put so much effort into this joke, and it had flown right over Fennelsting's head. Juncostar released an exasperated sigh, his breath billowing out in a cloud before his lips in the cold. "Fennelsting," he pressed, finally reaching the limit of his patience. "It was a joke," he explained, tone low and deliberate. "We were never going to hunt snapping turtles; we were never going to eat snapping turtles," he went on, shaking his head slowly.
All this time spent trying to bond with the other tom-- all of it wasted now. "I was picking on you, but you're actually no fun at all," he complained, clicking his tongue to the roof of his mouth. Flopping down onto his belly, he dissolved into theatrics once more. It wasn't often he became frustrated with others, but this tom was so dense Juncostar couldn't help the heat flaring in his chest. It was much easier to turn this flash of anger into more jokes than to actually deal with it; he focused on brushing off his exasperation, forcing down the urge to snap at Fennelsting. "And here I thought we could be friends," he lamented, "I couldn't possibly be friends with some-cat who can't appreciate my jokes; I'm wounded, Fennelsting. I'll never recover from this!"