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Originally Posted by spinachsprite
(Of course not! ^.^))
Cowslip heard the tom speak and spent a long moment deciding whether or not to answer. She flicked her ear in annoyance as he kept stride with her aimlessly.
"Of course not," She growled, tail twitching. "Its hardly as though I have much to carry. I forgot my mole at camp, would you fetch it?" Her voice leaked sarcasm, a scowl locked on her black and white maw. She didn't look at the tomcat, but knew it was Riverclan's leader just from the poise of his voice. Leaders have a certain way about them of shining big lights when they pass you by, whether they wanted to or not- that is, if you're fortunate enough to ever actually see them playing peasant with the warriors. Big grey clouds stirred and swarmed overhead, and a large black crow cried as it passed over the wrinkling canopies.
"I suppose you're rather chuffed with yourself," She added, unable to stop her prickling. She was deeply afraid that this move would cause a chain of hazards, impending dooms, to add on to the list of these which cats already faced. Naturally, this made her furious.
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His eyes narrowed at her, rather, snappy tone. "Very cute. Suppose you became a warrior by talking to Grousestar like that, yea?" he sniped back. "Besides, you just looked so frail I thought you could use the help. Could blow over by a gust of wind any moment." Maybe he should have just stayed pertched up there, all comfortable and looking at the Skyclanners glares from afar. It was much nicer that way. Of course, he had decided to 'try' and help out the rudest Skyclanner he had ever seen.
At her question Fallenstars ears twitched, noting her fluffing fur. "No not particularly. You all smell weird, and here pretty soon it'll make the whole camp smell weird. That and you did help drive us out of said camp. " he sniffed, giving Cowslip a sideglance.