simmering heat | small attack ; open

[SchizophrenicVoid]

IF I WASN'T A NARCISSIST

Crowface had just been minding his own business when one of the frequent annoyances known as 'apprentices' came bumbling up to him, babbling on and on seemingly without the braincells to notice that there were more important things going on recently than his own issues. His fur slowly bristling up in irrational anger, he tried to just wait out the little things speech, yet it never seemed to end. Finally snapped, he growled lowly and swatted at the kid, unaware that his claws had been out due to his agitation and accidentally snagging the other cat's muzzle. He blinked in momentary bemusement before his aggravation forced aside any concern he might have felt. "Buzz off, pest," he grumbled, turning away and striding off before anyone could realise that he had just attacked an apprentice for no reason.

I WOULDN'T LIKE ME EITHER