[wolfie]

Originally Posted by Lonestar23

Caliapaw’s ears flicked backwards at the muttered “ow,” but she should have expected it. The scratches were going to hurt - they weren’t severe enough to be a major concern, but they were pretty bad. Painful enough that no cat would want them. Except, it seemed, for Snowpaw. Had he even thought about what he was doing? Caliapaw cared about her Clan as much as anyone, but this battle seemed silly and immature. Blazingstar and Snowstar were squabbling like kits, and there had to be a better way to deal with this. Not that Caliapaw knew what it was. She could assume it was talking, but since she wasn’t the leader, perhaps she was wrong. Snowpaw’s question caught her by surprise. She had been heading back to check on Doepaw when he had asked her about it, and her eyes widened a little. ”Am I injured? Do I look hurt to you?” The feline half-snapped, her expression frustrated as she glared at her brother. There were so many who were injured, and she hadn’t even been a part of the battle, so why was he worrying about her? She hoped her other family members were okay - despite the fact that she wasn’t close to all of them, she cared about all of them. She cared about her mom, her sisters, her dad… her brothers, both of whom were in here now… and she cared about her friends. Hopefully they were staying out of any major fights right now, so that she would be able to put her personal life aside for a little while and treat everyone like they were just patients. Everybody in here was supposed to be equal - no matter whether Caliapaw hated them, or loved them. As far as healing went, they all needed to be treated right. Of course, that didn't mean that Caliapaw wouldn't say what she thought of them... just, it would have to be once they were out of danger.

"No." Snowpaw learned he did have a short fuse when he felt like this. His ears flattened to his skull, biting back a reply. He was just worried about her, unable to see where she was coming from. His pink nose twitched, trying to look at his side. One thing he didn't get was how Medince cats did it. How they save almost everybody, always trying, like a leader of a clan. "Sorry for asking." He muttered under his breath. Snowpaw said `sorry` too often for it to have much of a meaning, it was just natural to say it. When someone seem mad at you. The tom didn't try to take it as offensive, rather knowing if she meant it as to be rude or if it was just the stress. He shrugged it off. Snowpaw didn't mention Doepaw, now noticing his brother was in here. It made him feel a bit guilty, he looked worst than him. His stomach was in a knot in the den. It wasn't like he didn't like crowds- he loved them. Yet in here it was always different. Always having a slight guilty mind, his stomach twisting and turning in a way that he swear wasn't normal. Snowpaw felt anxious and nervous, which was rare. It wasn't the type when your around your crush or if something bad was gonna happen. It was when you just wanted to get out of the place. Snowpaw didn't ask about his wounds, figuring his sister would tell him if it was something urgent. "Stupid.. Windclan cats." He muttered, out loud. He didn't hate them. He didn't believe in grudges. He just wish they could see it was for the both of their clans, get over it. It was in the past.