Bramblepoint And who's the boss?

Anyone who feels like having a nice conversation with a crazy teen have fun :)

Thatch walked along through the forest. He liked it there, in the forest. Lots of places to hide and ambush. When he went to kill his father he'd make sure to do it in a forest. He smiled as he walked, sniffing at every tree and mumbling some comments like 'too short' or 'too tall'. There wasn't usually a good reason for his actions. Sometimes he just did things. After a while he stopped to lay down in a little clearing and take a nap. He spun in a circle exactly 6 times before stopping and curling up into a ball of warm red fluff. He looked up at the sky, and sighed. Today wasn't to bad, but it could be better. Especially if he had someone to screw with.