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Originally Posted by Lawlipop
When she left the tom to be alone and cool down, she did deep breathing to simmer down her anger and it actually felt like it was working. The heat began to vanish and she felt a cool feeling and began to relax. She even let out a little purr. She opened her eyes again as a newly calmed cat. Then she noticed he came back. The heat immediately went back in her body. This time, she didn't try and hide her anger. Growling that first came out quiet gradually got louder and all her fur on her tail and back rose on end as if they had minds of their own and was just as upset as she was. She rose and with her claws and fangs exposed, she glared her yellow eyes up at him and spat, "Listen here, okay? I understand I have duties to attend to. I am not mousebrained like you think I am. I understand that I prey to hunt. But let me show you sometime your own eyes can't see." She flicked her tail over to the fresh kill pile. "Look at how much food we have. Look at how full every cat's bellies are. This is in leafbare as well. What is the point of hunting more prey if we already have a mountain of them here in clan? Do you want all of the food around here to be completely gone?" she hissed. Sorrelbreeze felt a bit embarrassed for blowing up one another clanmate. She wasn't the type of cats who was in full control of her emotions and didn't really know how to hide them well. She didn't have anger issues, she knew this. But this tom. This tom right here who looked down on her with his yellow eyes. His voice. Everything about him irritated him. Why did he have to come back? Why? She felt like she was in a nightmare that never ended.
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It wasn't uncommon for other's pleasant moods to be completely ruined by Badgersong, then again, he doesn't actively attempt to ruin their moods, it's just an unfortunate side effect for what he truly intends. Just as if she were purring, there was no emotional change in his face when Sorrelbreeze began to growl, his yellow gaze remaining on the she-cat as it gradually grew louder, his gaze flickering to take note of the bristling furs that rose up along her spine and tail before looking back at her face, again, no change to his own. The claws and fangs were also noticed but Badgersong hardly took a step back when she stood and spat up at him the pointed words she had to say.
When she motioned to the fresh kill pile, he didn't bother to look over at it, he knew what it looked like and didn't need her to get him to notice it.
"I'm sorry, but do you truly think that your own duty around this clan is hunting? Have you learned anything from your training as an apprentice? Despite you not being directly placed on a border patrol, you should still survey the territory for any predators or anything that could cause harm to one of your clanmates! If the fresh kill pile is full, then why haven't you found at least one thing around camp to do to help better Shadowclan. Is it really too much to ask for that? Too much to ask for you to stop watching kits, that will very likely be playing all day, for a few seconds so that you can better your clan, or help protect it?"
There was anger in his voice now and he had to clench his jaw shut after speaking, shaking his head.
"It's a shame that it's becoming so much of a hassle to get warriors to do their duties. It's almost as if no one gives two foxdungs about Shadowclan anymore, the pride of being a warrior."
Exhaling sharply through his nose, the black and white warrior with the long scar on his shoulder shook his head, turned around, and began walking with his slight limp back to where he had dropped his prey, settling down slowly, the look of frustration and anger still on his face.