[poppy]

[ @BILL. don't mind at all ]

"Not really." Was the simplest reply to Treerat's quips. Brackenfire, even with ShadowClan's peaty forest floor, had never liked the feeling of wetness under her paws. Lifting a paw and glaring at the ground with utter disdain, but stayed silently, suffering in silence. Stalking away from her obnoxious companion, she muttered curses under her breath. Stupid Vixensnarl, leaving her to suffer with this thing.

Hearing him sneeze in the background, she rolled her eyes. Dumbass- She felt a tickle in her sinuses, and stifled a large sneeze, letting out a whistling sound through her nose. "Shoot." She muttered, tail lashing with disdain with herself.

After a moment, she spotted a very large, very fat water vole, and stalked closer, sinking lower to the gross, nasty ground, and as she got closer, she got closer and closer, before leaping forward, claws out, grabbing it in her claws and snapping it's neck, killing it almost immediately.

Turning back, she spotted Treerat flinging a bird up into the tree, and stifled a snort. Trotting back over with her catch, she placed it under a bush beside the tree, then nodded up to the loon, in a wordless almost-but-not-really compliment.