I Don't Know If You'll Understand Me Either [Closed for Dimmeh]

Sparrowpaw padded out of the apprentices' den, she was talking to someone over her side, the Doctor. She was having an argument about going somewhere but then again, no one would really know who was saying what and what they were even talking about in the first place.

Bumblepaw sat down outside, the golden tom's paw raised with vigorous licking accompanying it. He glanced over he shoulder at that moment, furrowing a brow. He did not laugh, not even a small mrrow of greeting sounded. He simply waved his tail in greeting, enjoying the breeze of the morning, and silence opposed to commotion. His gaze remained ahead after that.

Sparrowpaw looked behind her and looked at the tom named Bumblepaw, she spoke "If someone came up to you and had just came out of battle and said something soft yet full of pain?" she asked with a smile.

Bumblepaw turned around, eyes cold. "What?" He questioned quickly, paws flat against the ground. His tail curled tightly around himself in a protective manner, he blinked, eyes welled with confusion.

Sparrowpaw shrugged "Its just a question" she mewed "Do you know something like it though?" she asked.

"No." Bumblepaw responded sharply, turning around to hide himself. His greenish-golden eyes glinted, and his tail twitched. "Stop asking me questions."

Sparrowpaw sigh was full of disappointment "Well, how about its your turn" she suggested.

"Sparrowpaw, I don't fight pettily over simple little things," he told her, fur bristling. He turned to allow his gaze to meet hers. "And that's why I don't have that same response," he said.

"No cat does" she mewed with a smile.

(Shortness)

Bumblepaw gave a melancholy grumble. "Alright," he hissed, as if he didn't quite understand Sparrowpaw's words. He shuffled back, claws unsheathing. He added a murmur with a sarcastic grin. "Sparrowkit." He let out a small wheezing laugh to himself, before his honey greenish-gold gaze, filled with coldness, and all natural, turned to meet hers once more, after being averted to the mossy ground for a while. "Don't tell me what to do." He sized her up, punctuating his words with a vehement spit.

Sparrowpaw turned behind her as the Doctor spoke "I know, I know I shouldn't try to say anything that doesn't make sense!" she hissed over her back "And I don't think this will be a fight, Doctor" she mewed.

Bumblepaw chortled silently. "Who're you talking to, kit, your imaginary friend?" He teased, tail-tip flicking arrogantly and tauntingly. He stalked up to her, breath coming in warm puffs out of his nose. "Yeah, he does seem so nice," he continued without a care.

Sparrowpaw rolled her eyes "He's not imaginary, just cause you can't see him doesn't mean that" she hissed.

"Hmmph," Bumblepaw sneered, turning his back on Sparrowpaw. "I bet he isn't even a cat," he spat, believing that her friend was a Twoleg of some sort.

Sparrowpaw thought, yes it was true, but he had more ability than Bumblepaw thought "He's 900 years old and when he looses both of his hearts he changes his form, the way he looks most the time, doesn't change to animal form" she explained "And he has more knowledge than any cat you know, he has more knowledge than any living thing in this universe" she hissed, the tom probably had no idea what she was talking about, she didn't care though, not like that was new.