TGB || A Lark and a Phoebe

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Larka:
Stretches out, digging her claws into the rough bark which is left on the fallen log, standing on the end leading to Air Tribes territory.

Phoebe:
As the white she-cat walked along the log, heading to the ending extremity that led towards Air Tribe's territory, another followed her from within the log. It was hollow, no? Yes. As Larka reached the end, a head popped out from underneath her, silence undisturbed---until the she-cat spoke, her voice quite loud. A perfect contrast to the silence that once reigned the land. "Oh HAI! I was wondering who was making that noise from earlier. I guess I found the vermin~"

Larka:
Having no idea that another cat was even in the vicinity, the sound of a voice cause the hair along the back of her neck to stand, blue eyes searching for the source of the sound. However when the words registered, her fur raised for a completely different reason. "Quite funny how you can find yourself, although I'm not surprised it has taken you this long to figure it out." As soon as she saw the tattoo set on the other cats face, judgement came harshly as she dubbed the stupid FTer unworthy of any precious time.

Phoebe:
She blinked happily, her eyes bright and round. She showed no sign of discomfort towards the other she-cat's harsh words. She simply squeezed a more genuine smile on as she padded out of the darkness, her fur clean and pale. She distanced herself a little from the log before sitting down, her tongue rasping the ruffled fur on her chest. Her tail and ears stood out from the rest of her body. She was so pale, yet so dark in these places. After her short grooming, she turned around, facing the new presence with enthusiasm. She was thrilled to meet a new face, at last, a new face! "I tend to figure things quick, yes, thank you~" she mewed, not really capturing the insult in the other she-cat's words. "Name's Inky, and you are?"

Larka:
Watching the other she-cat warily, it was quickly decided that she was as dumb as she looked. The thought of just walking away, going back to her siblings crossed Larka's mind. Clearly she felt the exact opposite when it came to running into new cats. Especially with the way Larka felt about FT cats. Her words only seemed to confirm every judgement that the WTer passed. "Far more important for me to lower myself into divulging my name. Especially to a useless Fire Triber. So why don't you just run along and go annoy someone else?"

Phoebe:
She blinked, slightly caught off by surprise. "Why would I annoy someone? It's mean. I rather be nice and make friends with you. If you want, you could pick up a name for me. Whatever you want to call me, call me it. Cause uh.. I doubt you'd want to call me by my true name. Trust me," she meowed as she lightly sprang to her paws and made her way back towards the she-cat, her ears perked and her eyes full of interest. This she-cat intrigued the furr-balls out of her.

Larka:
Narrowing her gaze, she never changed the unamused look which was plastered on her face. "Because that's what annoying cats do, they annoy others. The fact that you're completely oblivious speaks volumes of how ignorant you must be. I don't need to call you anything, there is no need for me to get to know a cat like you. You're not worth my time." As she gets closer, the light silver tabbies ears move further back against her skull out of irritability.

Phoebe:
"Aww, why not? I think it would be great to be friends. Don't be closed minded like my brother. We only get to live once. You don't want to deprive yourself of something great. How can you assume such things without even giving a cat a chance? To me, that is true ignorance. The close minds and distant bonds, judgement upon judgements without even trying to understand. The possibilities, the things you could achieve. They are endless only if you give those things a chance to happen in the first place," she meowed, the words blurting out as she got closer and closer until she was just an inch away... though not at the same level since Larka was probably still standing on the top of the fallen log.

Larka:
"Or you could judge things based on experience and thoughtful consideration to avoid being plunged into something that will only waste the small amount of time you have in this world, taking you away from something that could have truly been worthy of your time. Thus, I'd much prefer to spend my time with my sister who is important, while doing everything in my power to keep noisy little cats like yourself away. As you say, you only live once and you don't want to waste it on cats like you," she responded. Her words were more even, though they held an edge of ice to them. Not bothering to hide her hostility, she allowed her claws to sit outside of her paws scoring the earth beneath her. Should the other she-cat attack or show any signs of returned hostility, it'd be a quick draw.

Phoebe:
She listened quietly to what Larka had to say, and as she finished, Phoebe hauled herself up and pressed her paws on the bark, her tail swishing behind her form as she took a breath before addressing the she again. "So in other words, you rather speculate than experience. You are so used to being disappointed that you can no longer take it. A sign of weakness. Sort of. You are incapable of enduring what you think is a waste of time that when you are confronted by something that strikes the smallest sign of intolerance, you back away and build yourself a wall of consciousness, where you prefer to hide instead of dealing with it. Typical, yet, I never thought you'd be one to perform such reclusion. Sad, but acceptable." She sprang on top of the bark, joining the she-cat on her perch, claws hidden still, fur flat, ears up, eyes bright, smile still on.

Larka:
Still watching the she-cat, she didn't bother to show any hint of pushing the other cat off although she thought it. "That's a great deal of speculation you're putting into my views. Thinking that disappointment has anything to do with how I deem something worthy and not. It doesn't strike me as surprising that you'd jump to conclusions however, I don't see your little brain calculating the solutions it makes. There is no hiding as you put it, since it's enivitable that there are some things that must be dealt with, however spending ones time with someone worthy and not bothering with someone whose clearly going to waste it, is time saving. Clearly you're as uneducated as I'd expect from a Fire Triber." Although Larka was taking in every inch of the she-cat, she didn't make the connection to her adoptive second mother. It had been a long time since the Water Triber had seen Vitani or Warrun.

Phoebe:
"Then tell me," she meowed as she advanced, making sure to just stop when she came face to face with the stranger. "How can someone evaluate another without even knowing them? To me, everything I've just said is sort of what you'd just done with me. Speculating the very moment your eyes set on me, blurting words that made my existence almost unnecessary. How does one know?" she asked, tilting her head. "Might you enlighten me?"

Larka:
Unable to hide her distaste at the distance which was slowly getting smaller and smaller, Larka suppressed a growl. "Because from experience it's clear to me that your existance would only offer to hinder and waste mine. Not only are you from Fire Tribe, but you've proven to have no brains rattling around in your empty head. I suspect you believe your looks would prove substanctial, however untrue that happens to be. You do have tanacity, I'll give you that. But it only proves that you are as naive as I'm lead to believe, that you'd annoy others with your presence. Pressing down upon them with no clue that you're actually making their day worse by being loud and obnoxious. Just a filler for a Tribe." Pausing, she flicked her feathery tail to sit on the opposite side. Even now she was wasting time she could be spending with Vita.

Phoebe:
She frowned, her eyes clouded with concern. "Oh.. then you must've met a lot of bad cats to think like that. It's really unfortunate. You ended up meeting the wrong cats at the wrong time.. sorry to hear that," she lowered her ears, sitting down next to her as she looked down at the lake's water. She could see her reflexion and so Larka's.. tho she still couldn't put a name on this she-cat. Still a stranger. It felt... odd.. not to be given a chance. Not to be given a single right to be there. To be despised for nothing she had done. It.. reminded her of someone. Who.. "I've only met good cats.. So, I'm still the 'ignorant' and 'naive' she-cat you know me to be. Perhaps I'll still be 'till the day I die. But one thing's sure. I'll let no one turn me into something I'm not. No experience, no living being will change me. Maybe you should too?"

Larka:
The light silver tabby didn't appear put off at all. "It just depends on how you consider bad to not worth my time. Most have been from your Tribe, those who aren't worth spending any time to get to know. Compared with someone whom I know is going to spend my time wisely, like my sister. My other siblings are debatable, but family. Belly counts as family so he gets a pass and although irritating, Cyn too warrents some time." Most of what she was saying was probably nothing to the other, but at this point she was mostly speaking to herself anyway. Larka had absolutely no ill will putting such harsh judgement so quickly on Phoebe, it wouldn't have bothered her if they never meet again. "Clearly you won't be changing. It just isn't in cats like you to change. I won't be changing any time soon. Although I've meet a few cats who've seemed to bend the rules. I guess you have to be up to proving you aren't a complete waste of space," she meowed.

Phoebe:
She.. she tried not to.. laugh. Snort. She snorted.. oh.. she quickly covered her muzzle, afraid to upset the other she. But.. those names she had just said. Hilarious. Especially Belly. Who'd call their kitten Belly? Well.. it was way better than her true name that's for sure. But as she kept listening.. it seemed like this she-cat had a thing in particular with Fire-Tribers. Why? She lived there and none stuck her as mean or irritable. Sure, Damon could tick her off at times, even put her to tears, but he had a good heart. Why collapse her disdains towards the Tribe to all of it's residents? Why blame the whole lot when only one had done wrong? It hurt Phoebe a little.. this she-cat was quite harsh.. cold even. She almost felt like the more time she'd spend trying to prove herself to her.. would only result in more anger.. to no goals at all. "Prove myself to someone who already misplaced me?" she grunted, frowning. "Mm.." It really felt.. like deja vu. Who. Which cat had shown similar harshness to her? Coldness and bluntness? "Well at least we have that in common," she smiled, turning to meet the she-cat's gaze once more. "Family's important. Unfortunately for me, my brother is the only Family I have here. Without him, I'd be completely alone." She mewed, her voice soft, almost empty. It felt like.. her joy and gleefulness had been removed, taken away by this she-cat's stones. It was hard.. to accept that.

Larka:
She didn't feel at all bad that her words had sucked the happiness from the other she-cat. In fact, now that she was more subdued she was easier to deal with. "You don't need to bother trying to prove yourself to me. But perhaps learn for the future for others whom you haven't annoyed yet." She had no idea that she was reminding the other of someone else, in fact since she'd spent a deal of time looking at the other she could have sworn she'd seen her somewhere before. Although she couldn't place where or how. She'd remember an annoying Fire Triber, which would only add to her bad opinion on them. "There you go. Family is very important. Luckily most of my family is here, my parents have been quick on providing more siblings. Although some of my family is still not in the Tribes. It's unfortunate that you've only got your brother, were the rest of your family not interested in joining the Tribes? I'm guessing you're not born here, not attending a ceremony."

Phoebe:
She listened to the she-cat intently.. her brows furrowing the more she spoke. The lovely she-cat had really some nerves and seemed to spit poison to whomever she considered not 'worth' her time for absolutely no reason. Perhaps for the sheer of it all. Phoebe had never thought a cat could enjoy being nasty for the only reason of.. being nasty? Or was there something more? Probably deep deep down there? But honestly, at this point.. Phoebe wasn't sure if it was worth her /own/ time. Then, she realized with a start that the she-cat had turned her words into a question. It surprised her, really. Why was this she-cat even interested to ask question when all this time she's been telling her how annoying and undesired her presence was to her? Phoebe blinked, a weak smile returning on her delicate muzzle. "Uhm.. It's complicated. My parents used to live here, but they fled for some reason they chose not to come back. I never bothered asking. I didn't even feel the need to ask. I never thought they'd bring me here in the first place.." Why.. why was she telling her all that? She had never even thought it out before. Never. She cleared her voice, feeling a knot slowly form in the depths of her throat. "I was surrounded by my siblings and my big brother, Rosie." She snorted at the name. "Then, next thing I know was my mother carrying me here and my brother following us to this place. She left me here, in Fire Tribe and then left. I never saw her again.." Had.. was she annoying to her family? Had her mother abandoned her out of spite? Phoebe's eyes widened with this realization.. abandoned.. no.. it couldn't be. "Is it common here?" she eventually slipped in before the other could respond. "Common to leave your kittens here for a.. better future?"

Larka:
Despite her words, the she-cat hadn't yet left the Fire Triber in favour for returning to Air Tribe. Something was holding her where she sat, it wasn't something that she was conscious of or even thinking about. Staring down at the little stream below them, she felt a little comfort in the reflective surface. It had been quite a long time since she'd indulged in her favourite hobby of swimming, staying with her siblings instead. But Vita would soon be old enough for excursions. Twisting her black ears, the she-cat turned to look at the other when she started speaking. "Your mother didn't even tell you why she was dumping you in Fire Tribe? That's quite harsh, perhaps you annoyed her too. Common? In some ways. Plenty of families prefer the life of a Tribe cat for their young, bringing them here when they don't want to return themselves. But usually, as I understand it, they are told why they're being brought to the Tribes. Not just unceremoniously dumped. Usually the kittens ask or show interest in the Tribes as well. It's far easier for kittens to grow up here, although it isn't so bad outside the Tribes either.." she replied at length until her voice faded. Thinking back to her own kithood and especially her brother and sister, Pangur and Lazuli. Their parents hadn't wished to return the Tribes but wanted what was best for their curious kittens. Although they had Sooka to join with and the rest of her littermates as well. Not just one brother. "Is your brother in Fire Tribe as well?" The question came from her mouth before she'd really thought about how it would be percieved. After all she'd been harrassing the she-cat just moments before.

Phoebe:
"Perhaps you annoyed her too," said the black-toed she-cat. Phoebe felt the last bit of hope in her heart vanish. Who would be cruel enough to abandon their kitten just because they annoyed them? Phoebe let her head hang, her shoulders sagging. This was terrible... Was Kronk even aware of that? Had he stayed behind with her just because he felt like the punishment was too unfair? Or because he had no other choice? She felt a pang.. But she shook it off. There HAD to be an explanation to her situation. There just had to! "Who'd leave their kit just because of that?" Muttered Phoebe as she looked back at the white tabby she-cat. "I don't remember asking.. Maybe my brother did-- oh! Yea, he's in Fire-Tribe with me. I'll probably ask him," she nodded, hope glaring back to the she-cat once more. After a moment of silence, Phoebe realized with a strange shock... That she had yet to ask the she-car for her name, or had she? "What's your name by the way?"

Larka:
Unaware that her words had more effect than she figured they would, the she-cat sat beside the other. She didn't hide the gaze that occassionally swept back over the younger female, taking in all her features and details openly. Should they ever have to fight, she had a fair idea what abilities she'd have, although it was only a calculated guess, she couldn't have any idea of her favoured fighting style or skill tree of Fire Tribe. But it didn't seem as if she was going to be having to defend herself any time soon. "Perhaps your parents preferred for you two to come to the Tribes, knowing you'd have each other and a better life rather than staying out with them, or being split up if you bore different tattoos. Were they ever apart of the Tribes? That could make a big difference in their reasoning." Pausing, she turned her attention to the ground before twisting an ear at the question aimed at her. At the start she'd told the younger she-cat to mind her own business, but now she was fine parting with her kitten name. For a Fire Tribe cat, this one wasn't  a complete write-off. "You can call me Dove, it's my kitten name."

Phoebe:
"Dove," her eyes shone at her name. She wasn't sure if it was her Spirit name.. but.. it had a very sweet ring to it. It was way better than Blackfoot for sure--though she liked that one too. "Dove," she smiled warmly at the she-cat, her tail swishing. "It really is nice on you. I like it. Dove is very good too~ To eat," she flashed her fangs-- before quickly stopping the gesture, fearing to offend the she-cat. "Oh! But, I wouldn't eat you. Heh," she grinned sheepishly, sticking her tongue out as she mentally told herself to shut up. Gee. Let's not have her glare at me again, thought Phoebe as she took the other subject back into consideration. "You know.. you might be right. I mean, they use to tell us a lot about Tribe stories. I don't really remember, I wasn't really focusing.. but I think.. I think my mom was from Water-Tribe. And my dad from Air. Mmm.. yea, I think." She blinked, subconsciously brushing her muzzle against the she-cat's shoulder as she went into deep thoughts.

Larka:
Hearing the name, she couldn't help but think back to her younger days. Not many cats called her Dove now, she usually didn't bother giving out any name unless they were worthy, and if so, they'd get her true name. Somehow, something was urging her to share with this she-cat. Perhaps it was the familiarity. Whatever it was, she didn't want to put focus into thinking about it. However she felt a frown rise to her face as she saw the flash of teeth. If she wanted a fight, Larka would provide. “They aren't particularly fierce, but they'll do more damage than a mouse,” she huffed, feeling as though she should defend it. If only her stupid mother had gone with a bird of prey, instead of a stupid seed-eater. “You could try,” she responded, although this time there was a hint of playful joking in her voice. Perhaps it was the age, or having been spending time with her younger siblings to set her mood a little more accepting. Most likely it was because of Phoebe's own personality, balancing her grumpier side. Glancing down, she didn't bother moving aside as she watched the other. “I knew a couple like that, well, they are more of my second family. Grew up with them and their offspring. You really should have paid more attention to your parents, perhaps that's why the dump you off in Fire Tribe.” Rolling her eyes, the tabby glanced back down at the water.

Phoebe:
"Ew, why do you even bring that into the conversation. Urgh," she stuck her tongue out, not expecting the she-cat to even talk about those repugnant things, "I hate mice," she revealed before pushing the image away. She let out a long sigh as she now rested her head against the she-cat's shoulder, faking a pout as she responded, her voice slightly muffled. "Meh.. I still think it isn't a good reason for 'dumping' your kittens away. Kits are hyper. It's normal that they don't listen. Patience is the key. I have two babies back in Fire-Tribe," she meowed, more enthusiastically as she lifted her head, not realizing how close she had scooted. They were literally face to face, but still with inches to separate them. "Not mine, but I call them babies. They are sweet things. I play wrestling with them. It's nice. And they don't listen at all-- well, the she-kit does, but the guy, he's so naughty. I love him so!" she purred, standing up as she began to stretch, yawning heavily. "Don't you have babies too?-- I mean, not yours-- you know what I mean~" she snorted.

Larka:
Smiling as she picked up on a weakness, she gave a tiny shrug. “Mice are only good for eating, or snaring birds of prey. Although rats are a little heftier, they aren't much for eating. Horrible to look at, but fun to chase at least. Got a little fight in them,” she replied, as if it was casual conversation. Not bothering to care what she was doing now, she just turned her ear, listening with slight amusement. “I'd be tempted to chuck a kitten who doesn't listen, or care to remember what Tribe I would be in if I were in the Tribes. Especially if you were destined for the worst Tribe there is.” Shifting her gaze downwards to the she-cat, she couldn't help but huff. At least being this close she could figure out any ill intentions hopefully before they were realized. Although by now, she should have attacked. “Now that's ew. Why would you want to take up watching over horrible little kittens. Not my idea of a good time,” she scrunched up her face, despite lying. Secretly she held a deep love for kittens, which was evident in her ditching Water Tribe to spend nearly all her time with her younger siblings in Air Tribe. “I don't have any babies. But I have been watching over my younger sibling, with my father taken they need a proper source of security. Our mother or Air Tribe aren't going to do it properly.” Watching the Fire Triber closely, she didn't bother moving in response, staying at her spot.

Phoebe:
She grimaced. "Ew ew ew ew ew! No, just no--oh," she wrinkled her nose, sitting up to push a paw at the other she-cat's face, in an attempt to prevent her from spilling more but-- instead, she just nudged her, bristling with mild disgust on the subject at paw. She really didn't want to talk about rodents.. ESPECIALLY not rats. Ew. Just.. ew. She gave a good shake to her frame, feeling as though the feeling of disgust had spread all over her body. Better rid of that feeling before it became too powerful to shake off. "Well.. at least you get to spend it with your young siblings. I just love them. Can't explain it... like you love rodents apparently, unexplainable. Oh.. the horror," she grimaced again, then blinked the expression away, smiling brightly as she listened to her. "That's very sweet of you! I'd do anything to see my siblings. I was in a litter of six. Large, yea. But, all of the others were born sick.. I think my mother was sick when she gave birth. I was in pretty bad shape, but I got through and here I am," she sat up, facing the she-cat with no trace of hurt or regret. She was happy to be alive, happy to be here. "I just wish they all survived. They were still very sick--oh," she suddenly remembered.. "Actually.. I was even sicker. I.. yes.. I remember." She looked down, frowning in deep thought. "My mother brought me here.. because I couldn't breathe. I kept coughing, choking.. fainting. I thought I wouldn't wake up. Then Baby healed me. And after that, I got better. My mother left me here on purpose. Light-Tribe was able to heal me, but my mother couldn't. OH! Yes, I remember! She used to be close to Baby. My mom's name is Vivi. Uhm.. Vitani."

Larka:
A smile crawled itself onto the she-cats face as she watched the other be repulsed. “But I'm sure the rats would love to come visit you, I hear they love being in Fire Tribe where it's wa-” being interrupted she just bit back a laugh, pushing one of her own paws towards the younger cat. It was amusing to watch the other cat squirm, despite only talking about prey. “I don't love rodents, but they are fun to bat around and kill. Although their blood stinks, need to wash it off quickly or else it will stick to your fur,” she answered, deliberately not replying to the spending time with her siblings part. “Hm, that's interesting. You couldn't remember being sick. Must have been something quite horrible for you to forget about it, how young were you when you were dropped off? Must have been at least 6 months if you already had your tattoo. Typical of Light Tribe to not be able to do their proper job but when it comes to outsiders,” turning her sentence to a grumble, she felt the hatred she held towards Light Tribe deepen. She found them nothing but useless, almost as detestable as Fire Tribers but not quite. “Baby?” she questioned, unable to hide her curiosity. It wasn't every day that you gave someone that name. She turned away, her mind wandering until she heard the name. Surprised, she quickly flicked her gaze back to Phoebe. Squinting hard, she felt her brow furrow in concentration. Was that why she felt that she was so familiar? Could there be another cat out in the wild called Vitani? Possible. “Vitani? Was your fathers name Warrun? They are... well they are my second parents. We grew up with them. You have a brother and sister in the Tribes as well.”

Phoebe:
Geez, again with the mice talk? Uurgh, she didn't even bother. She just pretended not hearing. Though she did enjoy the small teasing. It was refreshing. Really. "I don't know.. I was young, yea. It's really hard to remember much since the sickness blurred most of my memories. I just remember waking up, with the ability to breathe again and the strength to stand," she explained briefly, poking a claw to her chin as she tried to remember.. All of those memories.. ugh.. she felt her head ache a little. But her concentration was interrupted as Larka suddenly whirled around to face her. Their eyes met and Phoebe froze, blinking as the white she-cat leaned over to examine her intently. She didn't mind being eyed like that, so intensively and so carefully. She smiled despite the silence, her tails wishing playfully behind her, until the Orange-Water spoke again. "Oh? Yea, I prefer Harry and Vivi, but Warrun and Vitani works too. I do have a few siblings around. My mother told me I had relatives around the Tribes. I tried finding them, but it's hard. It's not a good time I think.. Wait, you know my parents? Oh!" She reared back onto her back legs, wrapping the she-cat with her fore paws without any warning <3 Holding her warmly close to her. "So you are like a good good family friend to us. I'm so honoured! Dove, it is a pleasure!" She nuzzled her affectionately.

Larka:
She could hardly believe her ears, if it was true then technically this she-cat could be considered family. Although they didn't grow up with them, would this litter be their siblings too? It was confusing, she couldn't concentrate on what Phoebe was saying. Did Belly know? Had he meet his siblings? She had spoken about being dropped off with a brother, and that Vitani had been sick with the rest of her litter. “Is Vitani okay? I mean, you said that she was sick along with your litter, was she able to get healed by Light Tribe as well?” Despite all appearances, she did worry for her adoptive mother. She may not have thought much of either Sooka or Vitani personally, she loved them both deeply. Before she could think of anything else however, she was completely taken by surprise having found herself with forelimbs pressed around her in what could only be described as a kitty-hug. Normally she would have felt repulsed, and it was true she felt like pushing her paws against the other and heaving her off. But quite frankly for a moment, she was stunned. Too many thoughts were rushing through her head at once. Finally however she regained her senses and did just that, placing a paw firmly on Phoebe's chest to push her away. “It's true, I was raised alongside your older siblings with your parents but I've only just meet you,” she growled, becoming a little defensive at the confusion she felt.

Phoebe:
"Urgh," a grunt escaped her throat as the other she-cat pushed her away. Her paws were still around her, but after she spoke her mind, she retrieved them, not wanting to ruin the moment because of her touchiness. "Heh, sorry. I can't help it, I like close proximity," she mewed as she sat a little closer, her eyes round and bright. She did hear her mother tell her about another she-cat that used to live with them--well that was before she was even born. She wished she could have met them before.. but either way, she was glad to meet her. She didn't really consider them.. family related? Probably because they hadn't grown together at the same time. Dove was like a good family friend to her. Maybe someday she could be as close to her as the rest of her family was. "She's okay. She recovered not too long after we were born. A she-cat named Sage helped my mother recover. She's my older brother's friend. I think you know him. He's name is Rosie--Rossifur. I call him Rosie," she shrugged, giggling softly.

Larka:
The fur around her neck had risen, but she quickly allowed it to settle as the other cat moved back slightly. She had been surprised to find out why the Fire Triber seemed so familiar, but now she was processing it. Narrowing her gaze softly, she gave a small nod. “I suppose, it certainly makes sense..” she mumbled, more to herself than the other. She would allow time to think about it properly later, but this she-cat was just a stranger to her. It wasn't like growing up with someone, no matter how Vitani and Warrun were to her. It did however make sense as to why the she-cat held a pretty quality to her, despite being a Fire Tribe cat. “That's good to hear, I haven't heard anything further from them since we came to the Tribes. I do remember Rossifur, he was a little prickly but he did have some really good prank ideas. Clearly he isn't planning to join the Tribes, but it's good he's finally found someone to tolerate him,” she replied, moving back to sit properly having moved when Phoebe had hugged her. Rosie, she was sure Rossifur would find that funny, sarcastically of course.

Phoebe:
She shrugged. "I dunno how close they are, but all I know is that after she left for a journey, he got really mad at her. But he was still a great brother to us. He practically raised us. Scruffy adores him, I just like like him. He's okay-- when he doesn't swat me, eeeug. I hated that," she rubbed her head almost as though she was able to feel his swatting still. "Unfortunately, I can't tell you much about my mother or father. They were always busy taking care of the other kittens. I hope they are okay," she mewed softly as she lifted herself up, licking her paw daintily before running it over her ear. "I have to go though, It's getting darker and I need to find something to bring back before dusk. If I don't, someone's gonna be really mad," she sighed, smiling warmly at the white she-cat. "Wanna hang out sometime?"

Larka:
Nodding the she-cat could understand that. Rossifur seemed to have the soul of a traveler and it was no surprise to her if he took off for good. But hearing him coming down to play with his younger siblings did come as a surprise. Perhaps they weren't as different as she'd imagined. “Scruffy?” she dared to ask, unfortunately Phoebe wasn't very good at remembering that Larka had no clue about who she was talking about. Glancing towards the sky, she turned back to Phoebe. “I hope so too, they were okay parents.” She didn't want to go further into it, feelings weren't exactly her thing and it was definitely not her thing to tell others of how she felt either. Nodding slightly, she gathered herself up onto her paws. “I'm sure, you must have a curfew.” Hang out? Again? With a Fire Triber. Perhaps it would be okay since she was Vitani and Warrun's child. Unfortunately she found her interesting as well. She was able to take the insults and turn it around into indifference, much like the tom she kept bumping into on occasions. “If we happen to meet again, I suppose it wouldn't be absolutely horrible.”

Phoebe:
She giggled softly. "Scruffy is my brother, silly bean," she purred, aware that all of her small nicknames were quite confusing. But Scruffy was the kit name of her brother. To her, it was his true name, like hers was Inky. "Yeaa.. still an apprentice. I gotta be back by dusk with a prey or else.. Hot Dam is gonna be on my case all night. I won't hear the end of it for sure," she shook her head, keeping the smile untouched on her face. Sure, Damon was a bit of an annoying tomcat when he wanted. He was always making sure she did her tasks and keep a closer eye on her every time she walks off and back into the clearing. Though she knew he was doing it because he cared about her.. still. She wasn't a kitten anymore geez. She jumped off the log where they were standing, her back arching as she stretched one last time. "Hopefully it won't. I  think you're of good company. You're blunt, but hey, gotta love them in any shape," she winked, her tail swaying elegantly behind her form as she motioned a 'farewell' gesture to the she-cat. "See ya!~" she chirped over her shoulder as she trotted away, content of her day. Oh.. right, she still needed a prey. Sigh.