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Originally Posted by Lawlipop
Sorrelbreeze nodded her head at the young tom before looking up at the older warrior that annoyed her only seconds before the other's arrival. Unlike him, her eyes still held a flame of grudge behind them. Their recent argument and the previous mix up still had feel a bit warm. Not willing to forgive and forget so easily, she moves over to the sode that didn't have him on it. She stopped directing her attention and aggravation on him and cooled herself down when she looked at equal length for the smaller tom, who seemed as shaky as a mouse and was almost the same height as the molly. She couldn't shake off the feeling of looking exactly like each other, with a few physical and behavioral differences. She wondered earlier if they were related and she got her answer when she heard the big tom being called "father". A hidden feeling deep inside her couldn't help but feel bad for the tiny cat. She blew up in his face due to her looking at him with angry eyes and took him for his father. She internally chuckled to herself. He's as scrawny as a tiny kit... Staying behind his side, she announces, "Yes, I am ready. Let's go."
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Badgersong merely flicked his tail and focused more so on his son than anything, not caring that Sorrelbreeze had moved to the opposite side of Ibisprowl once realizing that he was joining the patrol with them, though finding it mentally frustrating that the she-cat couldn't get over herself and move on with the situation, finding it almost childish the way she was acting and there was nothing more that aggravated him than childish behavior such as that.
We're warriors not some feuding kits so why don't you move on and act like you are a warrior? His mind muttered to itself as he instead nodded his head to Ibisprowl's question and followed at his sons flank, not having too much trouble keeping up with the pace. The only time his limp got noticeably bad was when it was exceptionally cold out, that's when he struggles a bit with movement.
Clearing his throat, the youngest warrior of the group, with his head hunkered down slightly before he realized that his father was watching in which he raised it into the air, to make himself look somewhat like an intimidating warrior (though there really wasn't much of a difference), lead the other two warriors towards the camp entrance, his bobbed tail twitching slightly with whatever emotion was running through his head right now.
"Glad to see that you weren't too busy to join.. Sorrelbreeze, was it?"
Badgersong said without looking over at the she-cat that was walking along with them.