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Originally Posted by Pluto
Her ears twitched at the she cats tone , her tail twitched before she gave of the smallest smirk "you've done something haven't you? " she guessed taking the thunderclanners body language and tone into consideration . Tonight could be interesting after all. Her gaze followed the others and looked up at the night sky " and I think I have found someone worth talking to. Scars hold stories , some good some bad....... And I'm interested in a cat that has many scars. " she meowed before looking back down at Tallmarshes eye . She sunk down into a laying position and instantly felt the cold ground it was soothing "besides this is a gathering after all, we can't just hide. It's impossible here . So why not? " she meowed ending with a small shrug. |
At the WindClanner's reply, Tallmarsh turned back to Dayleg, her expression fiery. "I think you've forgotten the recent battles. Or did you not hear about the ThunderClan medicine cat who killed her own leader?" she snarled. Her recent injuries were a rather sore topic still, as the aftermath of the recent battle was still fresh on her mind and body. "You could say that all of my scars hold bad stories. I prefer not to think about them." Her long tail unwound from her paws, instead taking to lashing angrily behind her. She got to her feet, hissing as the cut on her shoulder burned. She shouldn't be so harsh on this WindClanner, but she couldn't help it. ThunderClan's medicine cat wasn't in the best state of mind right now. She was beginning to heal--mentally and physically--but she still criticized herself horribly.