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Originally Posted by Lawlipop
When it was his turn to yell in her face, she did nothing but stare sternly up at him, her fur obviously still singing from anger. She growled lowly as he talked and she turned her to the side, her ears seemed to hurt as he nagged on. He told her to go out in the territory to ward off predators and/or enemy cats. She knew well then to do something like that. She wasn't named after breeze just because of how fast was, she also was, like a breeze, very fragile and lithe. One major bite or scratch could either cripple her or kill her, and she didn't plan on going to StarClan that day. Guarding the clan and a predator or clan cat comes in? Check reason above. This cat needs to know about the weaknesses and strengths of a cat before yelling in their face. She growled in her head. As he finally began to walk away, she quietly mumbles, "If you weren't in the same clan as I am, you would have already been clawed up." His long scar caught her attention, as well as his tiny limp, to which she hasn't noticed before. She huffed in his direction. She swirled around and allowed her back to face the tom. He can't tell me what to do. She began to once again not do her duties and closed her eyes, once again, simply out of spite.
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Badgersong didn't spare so much as a glance over in her direction after he had settled into his original place, his tail tucking to his side and his gaze focused sternly on the ground as he ate his meager meal, one of the smallest pieces of prey the pile had to offer, leaving the better choices for others, something he had always done.
A black and white cat that looked very similar to the senior warrior hesitantly and rather reluctantly approached Sorrelbreeze, his head slightly hunched and his gaze glancing away as he cleared his throat a bit.
"U-Um, Moondancer said I uh.. I have to take two cats with my o-on a border patrol, can.. Are you willing to come with me?"
The tom's voice was so soft it was nearly like the whisper of wind through the trees and yet it was still audible. His yellow eyes glanced at the she-cat before he found himself looking away, his bobtail twitching.
Who else could I take on the patrol?
Ibisprowl cleared his throat a bit as he waited for Sorrelbreeze to respond to him, his head swiveling to look around the clearing for a cat that wasn't too busy before spotting his father. Badgersong.
Dad is always ready to go on a patrol.
Sighing out a bit glumly, he looked back at the she-cat, expecting that her response would be ready by now. The young warrior hoped that she would be willing to go along with him, it was always so difficult to find a cat to go on a patrol with.