[ti]Private[/ti]You're my new best friend!

[Meow]

Pouncetail hummed as they padded towards the part of the cave that the elders had claimed for themselves. It was bright and early in the MistClan cave, and Pouncetail was setting out on a very special quest- today, Pouncetail was going to tame the grumpy Stormpelt. The other NPC elders had come to Pouncetail personally, expressing that they just wanted to see poor Stormpelt smile. If anyone could make him smile, it would certainly be Pouncetail! There hadn't been a cat yet that they hadn't eventually been able to crack, and Pouncetail was always happy to turn a clan mate's day around. Why, Stormpelt was probably just lonely- he was old, after all! Nobody seemed to visit the elders these days.

He obviously just needed a pal, and that's exactly what Pouncetail would be!

Pouncetail came to a stop by the elders' nests, their gray-green eyes sparkling as they fell upon Stormpelt. "Why, howdy there, Stormpelt," Pouncetail chirped, not checking to see if the elder was even awake before belting out the cheerful greeting and plopping down uncomfortably close to the elder. Their lips were stretched out in a joyful grin, and their tail twitched energetically. "A little birdy told me that you were a little bit lonely. I'm here to be your best pal!"

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Stormpelt had always been a grumpy cat, even when he was a little kitten. He truly should be an elder; he’d fit in better. He never smiles and usually looks at the world through those angry powder blue eyes of his. Sometimes his attitude goes beyond grumpy and turns into a bully; either way, he is usually a cat that most try to avoid.

Pouncetail, you are a brave soul; LionClan admires you this day.

Stormpelt is not really asleep but is instead resting his eyes as a large ray of sunshine plops down next to him. As Pouncetail’s chirp sounds in the older warrior’s ears, he jumps slightly in fearful surprise. His ears lower as his eyes find his clanmate, the one that interrupted his nice rest. The big ole cat hisses at Pounce, his eyes narrowing, “Your little birdy is incorrect. I was just having a nice nap; one that I’d like to return to.” Storm is a very large creature, yet his voice is the opposite of what one would think. Instead of that deep manly voice one might expect, Stormpelt has a high soprano voice that sounds a bit like he’s whining. Which he usually is.

The large tom sits up a bit before turning to the side so that he’s not facing the annoying warrior- Storm doesn’t know Pouncetail’s name nor does he care to learn it. The move likely jostles the smaller Pounce, but Stormpelt doesn’t care. All he cares is that he is left alone.

[Meow]

Pouncetail is unfazed by Stormpelt's insistence that he wanted to be left alone, their wide, soulless eyes continuing to stare at the much larger tom as the wide grin on their face only grew larger. As Stormpelt turned away and plopped back down, Pouncetail jumped to their paws and moved around the other tom until they were once again in front of him. "A stubborn one, aren't you?" Pouncetail giggled as they leaned down next to Stormpelt's face, their stare unblinking. "I know it's hard to find the energy to move around much- old age really does some nasty stuff to a cat, huh?" Pouncetail continued to lean in closer and closer. "But you should try to live a little, have some fun! And I think you could do that by letting me be your new best friend! After all, Stormpelt..." Pouncetail's breath brushed against Stormpelt's ear fur, and the strange, crazed grin was glued in place. "...I've been watching you. I'd like to... know more about you."

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Stormpelt makes a low noise, a cross between a growl and a groan, as he realizes that this annoying warrior just won’t leave him alone. The larger warrior sits up, mostly to move away from Pounce because personal space please. The big cat hisses again as Pounce starts to go on about him being old; Stormpelt aims a swipe at the other warrior. His claws are sheathed, but the big tom puts enough power behind the swipe that it could possibly knock Pounce over should it hit.

Regardless of whether or not he successfully whacks Pouncetail, Storm turns and begins to trot out of the warrior’s den with his long tail streaming behind him. Over his shoulder, Stormpelt growls, “I’m not old; I’m certainly not an elder yet, you disrespectful little mousebrain.”

His bright blue eyes blink a few times as he walks out into the sunlight for the first time today. He’d be lying if he said that Pouncetail isn’t creeping him out; Storm doesn’t like the thought of any of his clanmates paying much attention to him (unless they were praising his amazingness, because they should be doing that), so Pounce’s implication that the young warrior was stalking the older cat makes Stormpelt a bit uncomfortable.

Maybe the older cat will even go hunting, just to get away from the younger cat.