Amberflame liked her new name. A lot. Technically it wasn't really new, she'd had it for a little while now... but all the same she thought it suited her. Yawning, the feline stretched out, unsheathing her claws and scraping them against the ground. Ooh, that felt nice. She hadn't been able to stretch her claws in quite a while-- a few days, to be exact. Pretty much all she'd had time for were necessities-- she'd been busy. The warrior life wasn't exactly all glamor and friendship, love and trust... there were downsides too. It was a lot of work! But finally, the uniquely colored feline had some time to rest. Just a bit of down time, the very thing that she needed so desperately. And, perhaps a conversation. With someone who wasn't going to insult her intelligence by calling her a 'sweet girl' or telling her she had a 'pretty face.' Was that all anyone in the Clans cared about anymore? Pretty faces and sweet girls? Ugh, it was enough to make anyone sick. Especially Amberflame. The she cat got to her paws, stretching out once more before she lay down, curling her fluffed up tail around herself. It was a quirk the feline had; whenever she got annoyed, her tail would fluff out and make her look even prettier, though that wasn't the female's goal. Her goal was to be known as an intelligent cat. Not a pretty one.