
II
she-cat II
no mate II
currently: camp II
mood: relieved but stubborn II
action II "speech" II
thoughts
A flood of relief washed over her as she saw the rest of the clan cats join her in camp, including Darkpelt. However, she wouldn't let that relief show, being the stubborn cat she was. She targeted her brother with a glare, storming across the clearing to him. "You mouse-brained fool! What in StarClan were you doing, fighting without me! You're really gonna get it, Darkpelt, I swear." She snapped, her eyes full of anger.

II
tom II
no mate II
currently: camp II
mood: annoyed II
action II "speech" II
thoughtsHe rolled his eyes as his sister stalked towards him, knowing what he was in for. He listened to her ranting for about two seconds before tuning her out. He was used to this routine, and it occured often, sometimes several times a day. He yawned to show his nonchalance towards her fretful words of anger. Rolling his pale yellow eyes, the dark tabby tom rose to his paws and moved away from her, looking for someone to keep him company without trying to rip off his head.