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Originally Posted by Lonestar23

"It doesn't matter how much you've given. You should keep giving. Your Clanmates take care of you, so you should take care of them." Every loyal cat in ThunderClan had always had their clanmates' backs. Amberflame remembered even from the time she was an apprentice, they had taken care of their clan members. Those who were disloyal, well... she didn't even want to think about them. They were nothing but some dirt on the ground, something that didn't deserve to be there.

A disloyal cat had no business in ThunderClan. Amberflame was well aware of those cats who decided to get involved in forbidden relationships, or who's loyalty lay with someone else so they would leave and go to that cat's Clan. How ridiculous! She was glad she would never do something so stupid. How absolutely ridiculous that you would choose love over your clan who had never wronged you? "Why in StarClan's name are you just sitting around here?" The feline asked with some amount of dislike. She was beginning to think this might be a waste of time. Would it be better if she did something else?

Maybe there was a full ThunderClan blooded cat somewhere, one who would be more willing to do a patrol or something else. Amberflame, in her own odd way, was semi-trying to get Milkweed to come. She constantly wanted every member of ThunderClan to be involved in something to benefit their Clan. And she was always angry when her plans changed - such as now. She didn't like Milkweed very much right now.

The feeling was more than mutual,
and Milkweed was more than ready to assure Amberflame of that fact. Snorting softly at her self-motivating spiel, the bicoloured molly shook her head. There was so much... wrong about what the molly was saying. It was idealistic, it was naïve, it was everything that mildly annoyed Milkweed.

But she supposed it couldn't be helped. Some cats were just stuck in her ways, and she wouldn't let whatever prejudiced monologue play out in Amberflame's head without some surprises. If her previous assumptions were anything to go off of, Amberflame was probably going off what little evidence she had to assume that Milkweed was not of full Thunderclan heratige,
and the molly had guessed correctly, but no matter. Letting out a slightly jarred huff, she gathered her limbs from the untidy sprawl that they were previously in and stood up, exaggerating the action as to express her hesitance.

"Are you happy, now?" An irritable rumble made itself known amongst the whistle of the winds, and Milkweed dragged her claws through the dirt.
"Now I'm up, don't you have any other patronizing monologues on how I can do anything if I try?"

It would be a bit of an overstatement to say that Milkweed was actually angry at this stuck-up she-cat, but really she just wanted to be... left alone. Allowed to settle. Maybe weave some feathers into her nest, if she was feeling a little spicy. But now she had to-- against her will, even-- make herself get up and deal with... that. With the resigned expression of someone spurred into working harder, she looked Amberflame up and down again, still shivering nonetheless.