Her ears tucked to her head, Deadpaw whirled towards the cat that had begun talking to her with a hostile
What do you want? her ears halfway back against her head. She hadn't noticed the other cat's nod, her gaze had been firmly fixed on the exit of the camp as she made her way towards the territory. She hadn't been planning on going far, just outside a few steps to clear her head. She often woke up mad. This was one of those days. She had been dreaming about her mother again, which always made her angry. She just.......amused cats were like her family sometimes, hating her for her weird leg, even though she couldn't change it. @
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