bro.

Sometimes I need to be alone, to breath. Your knocking on my door only irritates me and I show something ugly as I shove you away. Snarling teeth and swiping claws, us bear-faced panthers really aren't cute.

Kid, you're softer than you are rough, but when you fight, it's dirty and sharp. Oh, it's not as if I'll just give in; we'll both stalk away bloodied. I'm not afraid of you or your now-broad shoulders. 

We all know you're self-centered, but I know it's just so you can guard yourself! I know beneath threatening muscles and veiling stripes, you're a big huge kitten.

I owe you a lot; you were the first person to hear my secrets and not much care. 

I don't want to ruin our brotherhood. We were the best of friends. I know even if we choose different paths now, as full grown cats, we've still got that. 

Don't look down on those of us who aren't as ambitious. We just want to be happy, same as you, though we might find our happiness in different places. I'll try not to look down on you either; I'm working hard to cut it out with my habit of haughty pretention.