~ BRIARSPLASH ~
stocky, large, & fluffy dilute gray tortie she-cat with goldish-green eyes; just a scratch | killer aptitude t1
[ shadowclan enforcer | she-cat | 30 moons | abrasive, standoffish, loyal ]
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Rookfire's hum of acknowledgement answered more than enough, and Briarsplash huffed through her nose in response. There seemed to be an air of contempt, disappointment, and... something unreadable. It was hard for Briarsplash to empathize—she couldn't imagine leaving ShadowClan, nor how unnerving it might be to see your former Clan fall in shambles repeatedly—but she imagined it was... strange. Maybe satisfying, if one hated their past Clan enough. Eh. She wasn't one to dwell on such things. But it was an interesting thought.
But Pondlily's response made the Enforcer's fur bristle; why hadn't the young warrior just taken the snappy dismissal and left it at that? Briarsplash hadn't even cared that much while she'd been distracted, but now the calm tone had irritated her even more. Pondlily just had to go and defend herself, and Rookfire was absolutely right — the warrior should know her place. She was an Enforcer, dangit, and didn't like the attitude.
"I'm sure you didn't mean it," Briarsplash echoed dryly, not bothering to hide her tone, "but warriors can't afford to be late — you should've learned that as an apprentice." Her golden-green eyes flashed in annoyance as she shot Pondlily a glare. "And you shouldn't make assumptions about your superiors. I'll let it go this time, just 'cause we need to be gettin' back — but I don't wanna hear another word of excuse. Just do better next time."
Finishing her abrasive retort, the stocky she-cat spun around with a huff, tempering her anger. Don't let a younger warrior get on your nerves, Briar. She was a bit too fumed to completely notice that Rookfire may or may not seem a little... on edge, during the patrol. Maybe he was just nerved by being chosen as the leader. Eh, whatever, he did fine. Now that her paws prickled with irritation, Briarsplash just wanted to be home and get the scent of ThunderClan out of her nose.
"Yeah — we're good," she grunted, managing a more neutral tone towards Rookfire, though her lingering annoyance was clear in every syllable. "Let's get back before we're the last ones."
Briarsplash almost stormed off right there, but then remembered she wasn't leading this one; the she-cat glanced at the ex-medicine cat, ready for his lead, tail flicking impatiently.
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kira - apologies for moody briar xD ]