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Originally Posted by Naiad
The feline's gaze shifted from her paws as one of her mad clanmates began shouting for no particular reason. Irritation flared up in their chest, but her tail only gave a singular twitch of contempt as she glared down at Breezestrike. She - as always - began spitting out words before putting much thought behind them.
"Lazin' about? I've no clue what yer on about. I'll have you know I've done a solo dawn patrol just this morning. What d'you s'pose yer doing? Yellin's not exactly productive either, is it?" She stretched out from her curled up position, her dark ginger tail stretching out behind her as she spoke in a tone that matched the tom's indignance. Though they held their agitated expression, amused glee danced in their eyes. She loved knocking cats down a peg. Starclan knows some cats need it - that is, if Starclan knew anything.
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Breezestrike rolled his eyes. 'None of your buisness,' he muttered under his breath. He stared at the cat. Breezestrike somehow knew Crimsondeer was trying to annoy him. 'Well, if you're trying to frustrate me, it's not working,' he mewed aloud.