[littlelove]

Cinderpaw almost didn't get up when she was called for a patrol. She was sick of working her ass off to impress those who didn't care if she lived or died. She was sick of a lot of things, actually, but that was one of the highest items on her list. Her and Cindersky's argument had drained a lot of her fight out of her, the older cat's neutral expression staying seared into her brain. They didn't care. They really never cared.

Even still, she was never one to wilt away. So begrudgingly, Cinderpaw dragged herself out of her nest. Her nose scrunched at the idea of having to go anywhere closer to Shadowclan territory - Their stench already permeated her nostrils on the daily, she didn't need it to get any stronger - but she supposed she might as well get it over with. Who's to know what not doing her patrol would get her? A lot of cats here had decided that dead apprentices were better than disobedient ones.

She padded past Jaystride, not giving the warrior a second glance. "Get a move on." She muttered, making a beeline towards the entrance of camp without even waiting for Violetshadow. If Jaystride wanted to wait for his peer, he was more than welcome to - they knew where to go. But she wasn't making herself wait a second more for anyone.
@BILL. @Clock Dragonshifter