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Kyrieknight
What to do what to do. The train of thoughts bowled through her mind slowly, leaving a bitter aftertaste.
Hey, you! Her amber gaze shot upwards, away from the ground. "Uh, yes." Her mind evaluated the cat. Goldenclaw, rude, annoying, disrespectful. She snorted softly and shook her head. He may have seemed patient, but it was just a disguise for the toms greed. At least, that's what she thought, maybe he just wanted to be liked? Falconfeather chuckled at the thought, a good warrior doing things to be liked.
Well, that sound's familiar.
"Well?" She flicked her tail impatiently and padded closer to Goldenclaw, "What do you want?" Falconfeather hoped she didn't sound mad. Sure, she was a little annoyed, but that didn't mean she didn't want to talk with him. She would take talking with someone over wandering about in misery any day. Falconfeather narrowed her eyes. He didn't want to hunt, did he? There were plenty of patrols out and between Tigerpaw and boredom, the tabby she-cat was sick of slinking silently through the shadows.