Al scowled. Weak? Him? 'Not wheeek," he snarled. He's wasn't even a full moon old, did they expect him to be perfect? He glared at the retreating tom, eyes ablaze with barely suppressed fury. Some would be surprised to see such strong emotion in a kit still covered in fluff, but those didn't know Al. His personality would get harsher as he got older, although he would try to hide it. No use letting everyone know how he felt-unless he was mad at them, of course. Then they would be allowed to see the river of anger pouring through his veins. Best to keep himself normal, and cover his tracks if he did something wrong. "Why da strenge nams?"

*grabs grenade and looks at Soul* Go away or I'll

I'll give you all that and penguins and fuzzy little animals

Thankies

*undecided, looks from swifty to doc*

What about Nyan kitties?

Ruststar calmed a little and his lips curled in a smile. "Well, I don't see why... Al... shouldn't come back with us? He seems a little on the weak side, but I'm sure we can perk him up. Come on, I'll lead the way." Ruststar shoved through the bracken and into the forest, his tail waving behind him.