Palmettoleaf's teasing tone only served to agitate the molly further, and her eyes narrowed as she focused her angry glare on the clearing. A cat in the clearing walked into her gaze and happened to meet her eyes, mistaking her anger for being directed at them rather than the tom right next to Marblestrike. The cat scrambled away, making the she-cat feel a touch of guilt. Oops, sorry! She wouldn't say anything to the cat later, however, and just leave them believing she was mad at them. Did that make her a bad cat? The molly didn't know, but she liked to believe that she wasn't such an awful cat- just grumpy. Palmettoleaf's apology caught her off guard and she shot a look his way, still not fully happy but the most of her temper more soothed. And then, like before, she was wrapped up in his gaze. What was that little twinkle he seemed to have? Did it mean he found this whole situation... funny? Perhaps her anger really was just making the tom amused, and with this thought she rolled her eyes before looking back away. She had looked away by the time her companion started speaking again, and by not catching his interested look she mistook what he was saying to be a sarcastic remark. Yes, I know I'm not friendly, why don't you go cry about it? With a frown and fiery temper, she turned right back around and went to say just that in a retort.

But then Palmettoleaf spoke before she could, and she was left with her mouth still open at his words. Marblestrike's ears flitted back against her head in embarrassment- he really seemed to mean what he was saying to her. The molly quickly shook her head and recollected herself, erasing all previous emotion to look indifferent once more. She looked back away, however, knowing her eyes would give away the thoughts spiraling in her head. "Well, I sure am something," she muttered, not comfortable with the way the conversation was going. Was he going to flirt with her now? What he said could have been looked at as flirty... however something told the molly that perhaps he was just trying to be friendly. Regardless she was ready to flee should a different side come out; she was not interested in a relationship. All toms liked about her was just how unique her pelt was, how simply stunning she was, and wow Starclan just must have blessed her if she looked so well. Her nose crinkled a bit subconsciously as she remembered all these words in conversations with different toms. They had all been the same, liking her for her looks rather than who she was. Albeit, she didn't really have the best personality...

Soon the molly realized that perhaps that was what Palmettoleaf meant by her being different. She definitely didn't look like any other here. She almost sighed in disappointment; of course it was too good to be true. No cat would be interested in her for anything other than her looks. She shifted in discomfort once more, not knowing what to say. It wasn't like the molly spent a lot of time talking with other cats, mostly just her apprentice and best friend, so she had no clue what to do now. Should she try to steer the topic of conversation in a different direction? That would be more preferable for her. Or maybe she should get some answers. Marblestrike turned her blue eyes on Palmettoleaf once more, quiet before she spoke up. "Why are you talking to me?" This needed to be cleared up before she could continue getting high hopes.

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Feathersong strolled out of the warriors den, having just moved back in a couple days prior due to her kits becoming apprenticed. She felt a flash of pride as she loved her kits, even if the situation with their father was less than ideal. The molly immediately approached the fresh kill pile, her stomach growling angrily. She hadn't eaten since the following morning, simply because she had been too busy hanging around with some of her friends. Almost out of habit she went to grab a piece of prey to share with some of the queens before remembering that she didn't stay in their den anymore. Of course she could still chat with some of her friends, but she didn't want to disturb anyone. Plus, some of the cats in that den had looked down on her for having kits so young.

Instead of finding a cat to eat with, Feathersong settled down by herself to eat her meal. She called out a cheery greeting to a few apprentices who had just appeared from the apprentices den, remembering that it had only been a full cycle of the seasons since she called that her den as well. She found that she still got along well with most apprentices despite being older than them, as she was a very cheery and almost energetic cat. Most of the 'paws she greeted sent a smile back her way, putting the molly in an even better mood as she continued eating her meal.

Feathersong finished her meal, licking her maw to ensure no scraps were left before gazing around the clearing. When she took notice of a younger apprentice standing by a pretty steep drop off within the camp, she quickly became worried. She ran through a bunch of names in her mind before the right one came to her- Featherpaw, she was fairly certain. "Featherpaw, I'd be a bit careful. That's a pretty big drop and you don't want to get hurt," the molly called over from where she was laying, hoping that the apprentice would move away. She hadn't been a very motherly cat beforehand, but having a litter changed a cat and now she was very mindful of the younger members of her clan.

Feathersong frowned at the young tom's tone; he didn't seem very worried at all, when he was so very close to the cliff. The molly didn't say anything other than a chirpy, "Alright, then," but paid much more attention to Featherpaw. The young molly sat up, that way she would be able to spring into action quicker should the apprentice stumble. He seemed to be studying the ground, and she wondered what could be so interesting about it that he'd risk being harmed. Sure, it wasn't a giant drop- but it was big enough for the smaller cat to be seriously injured, and she didn't want him to break a leg. That would delay his training, and from her own experience she knew that the young 'paw would want to become a warrior as fast as possible.