Making Camp

[Malum]

Skipper looked up, "Mossflower, well technically, The River Moss..."

[Lisolette]

Slynch frowned. "Hmph. I was hoping a more exciting place then Mossflower." The weasel muttered before ripping out a chunk of robin with his teeth. He chewed, and after swallowing he stuffed the rest of it into his mouth.

[Malum]

Skipper glared at the weasel.
"Hey...Just because I was born in Mossflower dosen't mean that wasn't EXCITING!"

[Lisolette]

The weasel swallowed his food. "Well, I was hoping you were born in a more...exotic land." Slynch waved his left paw in the air.

(ooc: Could you post in my other RP thread?)

[Malum]

Skipper shrugged, "Well, where were YOU born?" He asked.

Malum looked up, "Yeah, where WERE you born?"

[Lisolette]

"Me?" Slynch pointed to himself and his eyes turned into slits. "Very well...I was born to the Flitchaye...There, I killed many Woodland babies...They were all SO delicous! See, first I would give them hope, and then, when they see me as a friend, I gut'em! And THEN..." The weasel mentally winced at the thought of killing a baby, so to stop talking about the subject he waited for the good otter, Skipper, to stop him. Certainly Skipper would stop Slynch talking about eating babies...

(ooc: And yes, Slynch is lying. He doesn't like talking about his past, so he often makes it up. Sorry, I forgot to tell you that when I made him...*edit Slynchies Bio*)

[Malum]

Skipper splutered as the sentence came out of Slynch's mouth. "Whaa?!?" He yelled. Malum looked at Slynch.
"You HAD to say something like that didn't you?" Malum said, shaking her head. Skipper jumped up and grabbed his sword. Malum screamed and jumped up, standing in-between Slynch and Skipper with her hands up.
"YOU!" She screamed looking at Skipper "SIT DOWN! And YOU!" She said, looking over at Slynch, "STOP LYING!" From the look on Skipper's face she could tell he was not even thinking about sitting down. A growl rumbled in her throat. "If you....you....IDIOTS! Don't CALM DOWN, then I AM going to hurt you..." She said, grinding her teeth together at the end. Skipper looked up at Malum and also growled.
"I seriously doubt that you could KILL me!" Skipper boasted. Malum glared at him, and stood face-to-face to him, growling,
"You wanna bet?" She said, drawing out her sword, and her dagger.

[Lisolette]

Slynch shrugged and put his paws behind his back. With a yawn, the weasel lied on the ground, and closed his eyes. "Hey, you shouldn't go around asking personal question, Malum. And I'm not the one going nuts around here," without even opening his eyes, the weasel pointed to the otter. "O' High-and-Mighty over here is getting his blood boiling...Stupid otter..." He said with a yawn.

[Malum]

Malum whirled around at Slynch glaring at his closed eyes.
"PERSONAL QUESTIONS!?!?!?!" She screamed, throwing the dagger at Slynch, burying itself in the dirt next to his head. "YOU're the ONE that ASKED Skipper about HIS past first!" By now, Skipper had calmed down, and hat sat down to watch the 2 vermin kill eachother. He grabbed his pack, and pulled out a smaller bag. Skipper opened it a produced a large loaf of bread, and breaking off little pieces and tossing the into his mouth, to watch the show.

[Lisolette]

BIC: Slynch got into a sitting position and removed the dagger from the ground. "Hmm-mmm, perhaps. But Skipper's origin wasn't so confidential. Whenever you see an otter named Skipper y'know there isn't much to his back-ground," The weasel shrugged. "I maybe wrong, but it all seems that Skippers are born in Mossflower. Nothing much happens now-a-days." He said with a shrug, before lying on the ground again, still looking at Malums dagger. "Perhaps we should all settle down. Yes, I asked Skipper first of where he was born, and yes, I lied, but no matter what, I'm not talking about my past. This was a stupid fight to start, and we shouldn't talk about this anymore." Slynch said with a thoughtful look in his eyes.