Silvertongue: I officially have no ideas.
Volebelly: Have you tried giving her food?
Silvertongue: Um, I don't think so... Why, would that work?
Volebelly: Yeah dude. Everyone loves food. *proceeds to eat the entire fresh-kill pile*
Silvertongue: Time to go hunting!
-several hours later-
Silvertongue: *holding a giant box filled with dead rodents* Amethystglimmer? Where are you, my love?
Amethystglimmer: Please leave.
Silvertongue: But I brought you a gift!
Amethystglimmer: Ooh, a gift? Lemme have it! *opens box and sees prey*
Silvertongue: Do you like it?
Amethystglimmer: ARE YOU TRYING TO TELL ME I'M TOO SKINNY? UGH I HATE YOU!
Silvertongue: Volebelly this is your fault.
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50 Shades of Silver
FanfictionSilvertongue, to say the least, is quite the smooth talker, according to one credible source (known as Silvertongue). But to the other cats of MoonClan, his words are like rocky road ice cream: Thick, stumbling, and full of chunks. When Silvertongue...
