|| E a g l e p a w ||
"I see you mess up more than you accomplish things."
|| D e a d n o s e ||
"I'm not perfect, but neither are you."
In response to what Freezetide had said at first, Deadnose flushed with embarrassment. He didn't think they Deputy had heard him, yet he was proven wrong quite quickly. Oops. I think I'll ignore that. he decided, trying hard to hide the expression of guilted surprise from his face. Thankfully, the second question he asked distracted him quite a bit, and it wasn't really one he would like to answer honestly. No, I don't want to go hunting, why? Because I can't, mouse-brain. Is what he wanted to say, but the black and white Tom felt like he had to make up for earlier, "Sure, I guess. It's probably time I got used to using my ears rather than my nose." he half lied. Sure, it would be good to learn a new skill, but he didn't want to slip up in front of his Apprentice, nor in front of Eaglepaw or Freezetide. This'll be a long hunt.
Eaglepaw remained quiet for a moment. She must be mouse-brained to defend Drizzlepaw like that. Then again, who do I have to defend? Obviously not Pinestar, since everyone knows not to talk back to her. But Twistedfern? Eh, I dunno. She has enough Warriors defending her situation. Turning his head back to face forward, the Tom huffed. "You got a lot of nerve defending someone who's as full of themselves as I am." It was shocking for him to say that, even he was wondering why he did so, but at some point, he did have to accept that he was as conceited as she was.
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|| W r e n f l u t t e r ||
"Think what you want of me, I couldn't care less."
|| R a p i d s p l a s h ||
"Is it so wrong to live on the wild side?"
Rapidsplash narrowed his eyes gleefully at Scarletrose as he picked himself up, and just as he parted his maw to counter, Gingerbrook cut in, asking for the whereabouts of Halfstripe. It was quite amusing to watch as he flustered and blushed about Scarletrose bringing up the possible affection he had for the she-cat he was looking for. "I didn't see her in the den, Gignerbrook, she might be around. Or possibly at the dirtplace, take your pick." shrugged the tribal-marked Warrior, sitting himself by the prey pile, shortly followed by Wrenflutter.
Looking up at the ginger Tom, the calico she-cat blinked her green eyes, "Don't blush so much, Gingerbrook, we can tell the difference from your coat and your fluster." teased Wrenflutter, purring in amusement. Although, as she began to say something else, another voice, a more, high-pitched yowl rang about through the Clan, and who else but Halfstripe herself ran from the entrance to the dirtplace back into camp, a distressed look on her face.
Skidding to a halt, the russet and cream she-cat groaned as she drug her paws against the ground, bits of mud that had apparently collected on her claws. "Ick, this is so nasty." she muttered to herself, barely conscious that she wasn't alone. After a while, Halfstripe looked up, an embarrassed fluster forming in her cheeks as she looked around at all the specktators. "Er, h-how long have y'all been there?" she asked, ears pinning back slightly.
|| H a l f s t r i p e ||
"Sorry, but I don't like to get my paws dirty."