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[ @Zesty Mango ]

Stonenettle raised his steely glare and fixed it on Frostpaw, his lip curling in distaste. Why was she talking to him? There were several other cats relaxing in the clearing - why was he the one she chose to bother? He huffed to himself and settled his chin back on his paws again.

She was still talking. It seemed there was no ignoring her.

With a sigh, he lifted his head again. "Yes," he drawled, clearly already hating the conversation. "However, it seems she has already vanished." Not really a shame, if you asked him. She'd broken her leg, spent moons in the medicine den with this useless soul in front of him - she probably never would have made it anyway.

Ugh, now it sounded like he was agreeing with her. Fantastic. "Why are you talking to me?"