@GoldenWolf
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sheeplight listened to the sounds of the forest-- the howling wind and such but she was more focused on the skittering underground. ''try your best to pinpoint where it is, when you do-- signal me over, " she mew quietly, stepping a few paw-steps away.

@TawnyNeedsACoffee
the molly stuck her bottom lip out, forming an exaggerated pout as thistletongue did his best to scoot away-- so disgusted at her! sheeplight sniffle, furrowing her eyebrows together. "oh, that's so mean of you thistle.. such a brute!" she cried softly, turning her head away as if she was generally upset at the repulsion. she stifled a yawn, her mood quickly shifting. sheeplight only scooted closer, leaning against the russet tom for support. ah. so fluffy. "yes, yes. you do look like you care infact, i believe you sat here just to get my attention. didn't you, flamey?" sheeplight gasp, pulling back at the sudden realization. she didn't know how to break it to the poor boy that the fluffy molly really didn't like cats. at all. she lean back onto thistletongue, quite enjoying the fluff.
did sheeplight have better things? in terms of clan duties, yes she should be doing them. though in her own terms? nah. this was fun. "hmm.. yes and no, " she replied, not being able to make up her mind. sheeplight poked him again, this time on thistletongue's temple. so thick-headed. she blink, giggling at the mockery poke poke voice. "say 'i have come to steal your land ! mauahahah!' right now. i dare you, double frog dare you, " sheeplight purr, her eyes twinkling with amusement. ''in a lionstar impression, " she added on. actually it fit icestar way more but she wanted to hear thistletongue's impression. man she wished she had a deep voice.

sheeplight blink, her tail lashing with annoyance. uncalled for! she narrowed her eyes, letting out a hmph. "i'm fluffy!" she exclaimed, but did listen to him. for once. she flop on the floor-- still thinking about the comment. shewasn'tfat. she really was just fluffy! a pretty delicate molly she was, the brute was just saying it to get under her fur. :''(. she roll her shoulders, forcing herself to relax. sheeplight raise a brow, ah so angry. "it's okay,, shh. don't have to be sooo angry, " she mumbled, rolling over so she was on her stomach. the scenery was nice. shadowclan in her opinion had the most comfortable territory with the bundled pine forest. sheeplight didn't understand how windclan felt safe. "i just got back from a patrol, can't i have a break?" she whined truefully. a patrol with an annoying squeak and fresh-kill.
sheeplight would give thistletongue her biggest pout, her emerald eyes dilating. no. no. she was getting her impression. "say it or i tear your ear off, " she stated in her usual monotone voice, sounding so very serious. then it was followed by a laugh, "kidding~,, kidding. pretty please~? i'll stop,, i'll stop poking you.." she mew, a hopeful gleam in her eyes. what was the use of having a wonderful voice if you didn't put it to use?

sheeplight let out a sigh, shrugging her shoulders at the monotone voice. oh well! this was the best she could do. "yes. wonderful. beautiful. you're such a good boy, thistle. stunning, " sheeplight praised in a deadpan tone, curling up in ball of fluff. the impression was pretty good. "lionstar however is way more.. fancy. as in, ahem. "mUAHAHAHAH, ICESTAR. YOU SWINE. YOU ABOTSULE MOUSEBRAIN. I HAVE CAME FOR YOUUURRRR CLAN!" sheeplight yowl, lifting her head up as her emerald eyes darted around in a dramatic way. the statement was followed up by wheezing, then a yawn. she slump back down, peering at thistletongue from under her eyelashes. "tada..?" she giggled. the molly snuggled up in her fluff, not her fat! she didn't have much fat! >:''((. sheeplight was pretty tired now. sleep. sleep. sleep.. oh jeez. clan cats took so much energy. they must be taught a lesson.
later, though. sheeplight was resting her spot now, "why are you named thistletongue?" she question.
@TawnyNeedsACoffee

sheeplight let out a sigh, shrugging her shoulders at the monotone voice. oh well! this was the best she could do. "yes. wonderful. beautiful. you're such a good boy, thistle. stunning, " sheeplight praised in a deadpan tone, curling up in ball of fluff. the impression was pretty good. "lionstar however is way more.. fancy. as in, ahem. "mUAHAHAHAH, ICESTAR. YOU SWINE. YOU ABOTSULE MOUSEBRAIN. I HAVE CAME FOR YOUUURRRR CLAN!" sheeplight yowl, lifting her head up as her emerald eyes darted around in a dramatic way. the statement was followed up by wheezing, then a yawn. she slump back down, peering at thistletongue from under her eyelashes. "tada..?" she giggled. the molly snuggled up in her fluff, not her fat! she didn't have much fat! >:''((. sheeplight was pretty tired now. sleep. sleep. sleep.. oh jeez. clan cats took so much energy. they must be taught a lesson.
later, though. sheeplight was resting her spot now, "why are you named thistletongue?" she question.
@TawnyNeedsACoffee

@GoldenWolf
sheeplight watched the apprentice struggle, yawning out of mild annoyance. jeez, her mentor was useless. ''north west of you. focus on the skittering, " she stated.