Wonder of Waiting (closed)

[Rykett]

Striken:

As he approached, Kokem’s eyes flicked to him before she sunk her little teeth into Timbre. Striken put on his serious face that he used when reprimanding the pups. ”What’s all this about?” Timbre quickly piped up about the bite. ”I saw that. Kokem, why?” Knowing that there was no such thing as victory in a war of words between pups, Striken wished he could let out a frustrated sigh. However, he should be as engaged as he could be as to detangle this argument.

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Kokem:

”It was self-defense!” Kokem whined loudly, ”Timbre tackled me I had to fight back somehow, Dad!” She was the victim, here! Kokem had merely been playing a game and Timbre had decided not to play along. Instead, he'd started a fight and strike first! Why did he care so much about a stupid bug anyways? It was just a bug! Timbre needed to loosen up. Now all she needed to do was convince Dad of that truth.

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"Self Defense!?" Tears welled up in Timbre's blue eyes, his face contorting into a sorry face. "I was serving out justice!" He stood, de-tangling himself from the pile. He held his head high, melodramatic sobs erupting piteously. "Kokem is responsible for this beautiful creatures lack of flight and quite possibly death! I had to averge...avhen...av-avenge! it!" Little timbre's bravado sulked away as he struggled to use such a large vocabulary. The small white and blue male puffed up with irritation and embarrassment. He forced himself to look straight ahead, knowing that Kokem was probably smirking beside him, ready to talk her way out of trouble...again. But she deserved it! She nearly murdered such a beautiful, innocent creature! Surely their father would punish her. Send her to the den to clean out old leaves, or bury bury bones. No...not bones, she'd end up chewing on them...

[Rykett]

Striken:

Two completely different accounts of one story. Pups were definitely biased witnesses. Strikem wondered if there was such a thing as a trustworthy account in a fight between pups. Kokem insisted on taking the old self-defense route, while Timbre was accusing Kokem of murdering some beautiful creature. ”What exactly is this ‘beautiful creature?’”

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Kokem:

As soon as her father asked the question, Kokem butted in to answer it despite that it was obviously aimed at Timbre. She wanted to make sure Dad knew how insignificant the thing was before Timbre could start ranting about his precious butterfly with his vocabulary. His big words didn’t scare her! ”It was a bug! A teensy, tiny butterfly! A plaything! Prey! I don’t see why Timbre is so upset about it!” Kokem stamped her foot, passionately, at the word ‘bug’ to emphasize her point.

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Striken:

Striken gave Kokem a stern look for speaking out of turn. He waited for Timbre to give his say. It seemed that both pups had wronged each other in some way. Probably the best way to end this all was to give both pups some kind of punishment, but what? ”So, let me get this straight… Kokem, you nearly killed a butterfly that Timbre liked. Timbre, you decided that an appropriate response was to tackle her. And you, Kokem, fought back? Is that what happened here?” Striken paused staring down his pups. ”I figure that both of you have done something wrong. So, now, you both have to clean the old leaves out of the den and replace them.”

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"A BUG?!" Timbre grew distraught, pleading with Striken to understand the severity of his sisters crimes. "She has robbed this creature of its right to fly and to liiiive. This butterfly isn't a plaything!!" Timber shook his head and screwed his brilliant eyes shut, tears leaking form his eyelids, his nose began to run. A punishment? For both of them? Timbre had done nothing wrong! He was justice! "But daaaad!" He whined, his jaw quivering as tears began to soak into his fur. "Mom would be on my side." He huffed, giving up on his point, the look in his fathers eyes enough to silence him.

(uuugh)

[Rykett]

Striken:

Timbre’s response to Striken’s verdict was to cry. Striken hated to see those fat tears roll down his son’s cheeks. He couldn't show that though. If the pups figured they could sway his opinion by crying, he'd have two wailing pups in no time whose only real emotion was determination to get their way. Timbre whined about his mother agreeing with him. ”I have a sneaking suspicion that she'd agree with me, but whatever side she'd take, she's not here.” Striken wondered how she was doing with her sister. Had Calypso been able to even find Shiver? He hoped she’d return soon. It was easier to handle fighting pups with two parents. ”Now get to it, you two!” He pushed Timbre with his paw to get him going.

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Kokem:

Kokem opened her mouth to argue against the punishment at the same moment that Timbre whined, ”But Daaaad!” Dad responded and it was obvious he was firm in his decision. Kokem huffed, deciding it was useless to continue pestering Dad. It was unfair, though! She was totally justified for defending herself. It wasn’t her fault Timbre didn’t see a good plaything in something that fluttered so temptingly in front of his nose. Kokem twirled around to face their den, her gray tail swishing the air as it followed her movement. She stomped away from Dad, purposefully bumping her brother with her shoulder as she passed him. ’It’s not fair. It's not fair,’ she thought over and over as she left her family behind to reach the den. Timbre would be scampering after her soon, though. This was not going to be a fun afternoon.

-Exit Kokem-

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The cruelty! The horror! How could his father betray him like this?! He didn't listen to him! How could his voice of justice and reason be so easily ignored?! Timbre sucked in a trembling breath, whining when Striken gently pushed him, and growling when Kokem nearly bowled him over. Life was turning out to be quite unfair.

Kokem was headed to the den to clean it out, so he would head out to collect new leaves. He couldn't stand to work beside that butterfly killer! He padded under a tree to scrape out Life was so very hard.

Timbre's sagging shoulders and drooping demeanor gradually lightened as he forgot that collecting leaves was a punishment. All thoughts of the fight flitting away like the butterflies he held dear. There were so many different leaves underneath this tree! There were the fresh, leathery green ones that were waxy and shone under the sun. There were also the brightly colored ones from last fall, speckled orange and brown. Then there were the crunchy, drab, brown leaves that withered under paw and blew away on the wind. On the wind just like all memory of the incident. It might return, but as of now, Timbre was highly invested in adding to his leaf collection.


(Finally finished :'/)