Redsplatter | Warrior | "Prophecy of Sarcasm" | Tagging: Lionstride, Stormgrowl, Needlestorm (mentions: Morningpaw, Twistflare)
Redsplatter had contented herself to leaning against Lionstride as she waited for his reply. She was happy to put Stormgrowl out of her mind, before the tart remark of the other she-cat. Whipping her around furiously, she called after the winged cat.
"Y-Yeah, well you certainly need it!" She quipped, scowling. It wasn't her wittiest remark, but there was no matter in pushing it further. She'd gotten Lionstride alone and she was preparing to shove him to his paws if she had to - they had a mission from the leader after all!
Instead, she was approached by Needlestorm. She blinked at the other cat, before smiling a little.
"Oh, sure, I guess. We've got to go out and get Twistflare - she's been so terribly irritating. Bad enough that all these prophecy cats walk around like they own the place, but Twistflare's like the three of us - powerless, yet with all the entitlement and self-pity she's got tangled in her fur - you'd think she might be a little nicer." She shook her head exasperatedly. "Now I suppose she's throwing a tantrum somewhere. I'll fill you two in on what happened, but we should head out now, before it gets any later." She said and got to her paws.
Morningpaw was no where to be seen, so Redsplatter opted to leave her apprentice in the camp. Surely the apprentice wouldn't be too lost without Redsplatter's presence, right? She twitched her whiskers in amusement, before she started towards the camp exit.
"So it all started with Acaciapetal assigning me to the patrol this morning..." She was mewing as she went through the exit.