Her head still a bit muzzy with sleep, Deadpaw began to become fully alert as the rising sunlight hit her eyes, causing her to jerk her head away. Listening to the rather strange warrior, who seemed to be at the height of awkward and either trying to make things funny or was just a weird cat. She wasn't sure, although as the strange speech continued she leaned increasingly towards just plain weird. And then he started bragging, and it was fairly clear in HER mind at least that the earlier bit was a botched attempt at humility before he started tooting his own horn.
A small sigh of relief as he stopped talking and Crowspeck began, equally tooting of the warrior's horn. This was like a lovefest on Sparkfrost, which she had no intention of taking part in. With a grunt, Deadpaw mewed
Why don't we just get started. We aren't here for a speech, we're here to fight. She had half a mind to go smack him herself and get some of the skills right then and there, albeit in a more painful way than might be necessary. @
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