[SuspiciousMindz]

Originally Posted by Lonestar23

Forestpelt's green hues glanced at her surroundings almost uneasily, and she felt a sting of frustration stab at her pelt. This frustration faded a little when she noticed the pain that Foxspring was in. Stubborn mouse-brain. She thought, although perhaps not as harshly as before. Despite all her sharp words and angry attitude, now being able to tell how bad the injury could be, Forestpelt felt the slightest sting of regret at being quite so irritable towards him. Still- he was being just as stubborn. And there's no way I'm going to step aside and let him have the satisfaction of getting to me. Forestpelt thought in a frustrated manner, the tip of her tail twitching as she did so. The black she cat glanced at her surroundings once more, her ears tilted forwards in anticipation of any noise. Her green hues weren't picking up any movement until...Somewhere in the bushes, Forestpelt caught the slightest brush of fur, darting into them. Her green hues narrowed and she swiftly padded towards the bushes, glancing into them for a moment. A rather thin rat, it's back to her, was nibbling away at a half rotted piece of fruit. Ugh, disgusting. Forestpelt thought with a shudder, but the rat was better then nothing. Moving swiftly, she lashed out with her paw, delivering a serious blow before she finished the small animal off. She preferred to finish it with the first strike, but if she had dared to pounce through those bushes, she would have alerted the small creature to her presence. She glanced back at her companion, the furry creature now clasped between her pearl-white fangs, and then she set it down between her front paws. "You need to be more careful. Are you trying to kill yourself?" She asked, her green hues flashing with annoyance. Her voice was not the general rasp-like hiss, but a sharp, clear tone that sounded almost nothing like her. She was surprised by how clear her voice had sounded. And she was half surprised by the words that had left her own maw. Although she wasn't friends with Foxspring, she did not wish him to injure himself further...or indeed, to kill himself while out hunting.

"Perhaps," he spoke back once the pain eased. Foxspring wasn't aware she caught something until he turned back around with the squirrel in his jaws. His yellow hues fixed on the rat and he cringed a little bit. I'm not about to eat rats to survive, he thought to himself as he dropped the squirrel on the ground, ready to defend himself from her words. "It's just some cuts in my chest, it's nothing," he replied. In reality, Foxspring hadn't seen the medicine cat once since the battle in spite of his injuries. If they were to get infects, the fox-colored warrior would be in a world of pain, but he was too stubborn to admit to this fact. "Shall we continue on?" Foxspring immediately changed the subject as his large paws scrapped earth over his squirrel for him to get later. The prey would be cold by then, but cold prey was better than no prey.