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Originally Posted by Duskflight

Well considering that she had believed that she had said it to herself and that her voice wasn't actually audible {even though it clearly was}, she hadn't expected a response from him, not that she would have really cared if there was anyways. It was just not in her general nature to really care about others opinions on what she said, the only thing she picked up on really well and practically fed off of was aggression, she loved it. But considering that nothing had happened, she simply continued to follow after the tom without much more speaking, trying her best to remain quiet but ultimately failing at it to the most part and at some point stopped trying to care at all. After he had missed his kill, Cormorantstone merely flicked her tail a bit and grunted, looking away as if bored as she made her comment to him. Picking up on the agitation and annoyance that she could hear in his voice and vaguely read in his demeanor, part of her desperately wanting to pick on him for it, expound on that agitation so that maybe it could break out into a fight before ultimately thinking better of it with a low, internal sigh.
The two began to pad back to go and collect his previous catches, the grey tabby really not making any sort of comment towards him, her face stony and cold as usual, her yellow eyes focused ahead before they focused their harsh gaze on him as he spoke up. She seemed to grunt in amusement, the tip of her tail twitching.
"If you want to call that hunting, sure." It wasn't clear if she was speaking about herself not actually hunting, or if she was speaking about his inability to catch prey in front of her, it really could have been either and unless he questioned, she wouldn't say anything further on the matter and seemed to turn her attention towards camp.
"I'm guessing you won't need help carrying that back, so lets go ahead and go. I'm starving."
With that, the burly she-cat would take the lead without really waiting for him though fully expecting him to follow her without question.

Elmberry chuckled softly as she claimed that wasn't much hunting. He assumed she meant his screw up, and almost reacted negatively to her comment, but realized she was probably just poking fun and wasn't meaning to offend. Or she was, as she seemed to enjoy getting cats worked up too. He didn't mind much, though. The she-cat had the opposite affect of what she usually wanted, as she calmed him and made him happier. It was a strange feeling, but he enjoyed it. "That was the greatest hunting you'll ever witness." He made the comment quietly and grinned at her before turning his attention towards the prey that came into view.
Picking up his first prey, he followed after her as she spoke of being hungry, and he stared at her as they moved on, pausing to grab the other prey and then jogging to catch up. He noticed she could be a bit selfish, but he felt she wasn't doing it on purpose, she was just naturally a cat who thought others could handle themselves, not that she thought only of yourself. So it wasn't exactly selfish.
He wanted to speak, say something to reply to her, but two pieces of prey made it quite difficult, so he would wait until they returned to camp to start rambling on about whatever came to mind. He knew there would be something, if she was still willing to stay at his side after they returned to camp for a while. If she didn't he would understand, considering they didn't know each other very well.

(ew shortish post but oh well ^^")