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Rosebriar looked at the two cats talking back and forth. Mudpaw was trying to take a whole hawk by himself? A hawk that was the size of a large cat, maybe more? And the rabbit? Seriously, she knew that apprentices weren't the brightest, but he was just borderline dumb. Dawnfeather was trying to reason with him, but he still didn't look like he was in such good condition. Taking a deep breath, Rosebriar took a step forward. She didn't know if she was still considered the new patrol leader, but maybe she could talk some sense into him.
"Mudpaw, your condition is absolutely dreadful! Do you want to scar over, or even worse, die? You'd never get to be a warrior, or experience other things, such as getting a mate, if we lost you. We also need warriors after the whole ShadowClan scenario. Stop being a featherbrain and let Onewhisker get you all back to camp! I'll get all the prey, or maybe someone - not you, probably Dawnfeather - can help! Alright?" She let out a sigh that sounded more like a huff.
"We don't want to drag two large dead bodies back to camp: the hawk's and yours!"
Rosebriar knew how morbid she was being, and disgusted her. However, Mudpaw was just infuriating her and making this patrol even harder! Everything had just gone haywire, she'd gotten all messy without even getting a chance to fight that hawk, and now she was just tired! How come, whenever she was assigned to a patrol - this was the second time in a row, mind you! - did something bad happened? Specifically to an apprentice? Fernpaw, who was flung by that dog, and now Mudpaw, who was badly maimed? She could feel her dark red-orange fur bushing in pure frustration.