Open to Join Dawn Returns

Adventurous hearts, wild and free, dance to the rhythm of destiny.

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Brindlespice was enjoying a plump vole when Leopardrose padded around nearby. She wasn't blind to Leopardrose's little spiral, instead of how she normally was, she seemed like she had taken these deaths deeper than most. Could it have been because she wasn't a true clan warrior herself? Whatever it was, Brindlespice could do without hearing her drawl on about it.

The pale tortoiseshell finished off her vole and rose to her paws. She noticed Leopardrose's pacing and thought of going over to her, not particularly to comfort her on purpose, but to entertain her a little. After all, Brindlespice had little to do after the initial culture shock of the rogue attacking Quailcall.

Brindlespice's steps were deliberate and calculated, as if she had plotted the path moons before she took it.

The paused at Leopardrose's side and let a smirk part her lips, not one that would be immediately seen a feigned worry or consideration, but one that had something more behind it. Something a little more selfish than she brought on. "How's that wound Leopardrose?" She asked, nothing noticeable behind it, but from a cat like Brindlespice, it was a little unusual.

Spawn of flame, Thunder-struck, from the ashes I rise
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Leopardrose didn’t flinch when Brindlespice appeared at her side. She blinked. The tortoiseshell’s smirk earned nothing more than a faint lift of Leopardrose’s brow, her expression smoothing into something dry and perfectly unimpressed.

"Oh, I'm sure Quailcall will be fine - but I'm not Tigerrush. You should ask her if you want to know about her wounds."

Her whiskers twitched, the ghost of a grin tugging at her muzzle. Leopardrose turned her heads towards the younger warrior. "Unless, of course, this is your very subtle way of checking on me." Her smile was lifted in earnest, a mask that she wore effortlessly. "In which case… I’m touched."

Adventurous hearts, wild and free, dance to the rhythm of destiny.

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Brindlespice's whiskers twitched, her smirk only sharpening at Leopardrose's dry tone, as if she'd be expecting that unimpressed stare and was delighted to receive it. She sat down beside the other she-cat with a neat little flourish of her tail, posture relaxed but eyes bright with that familiar, nosy spark.

"Oh please," she purred, rolling her eyes with theatrical ease, "if I wanted the full gory tale, I would have asked, Tigerrush. She'd tell anything like she wants the whole camp to know someone's business."

She leaned in just a whisker length closer, voice dripping with feigned innocence. "And besides, you're far more interesting to check on. Quailcall letting herself get ambushed is boring. You getting hurt?" Her grin widened, sly and clear as day. "Now that's a story worth sniffing around. You keep your guard up like a camp wall. How you'd let yourself get hurt is far more interesting."

But when Leopardrose called her out, blunt, smooth and effortlessly unruffled, Brindlespice paused just long enough to blink before scoffing softly, as though caught doing something she'd never admit to.

"Subtle? Me?" She huffed, lifting her chin. For a heartbeat, there was a pause, enough for her tone to sink. He gaze flicked to the subtle bruise that lay beneath Leopardrose’s fur, then back up. "I know you'd do the same for a clanmate that got injured." She amended with a dramatic sigh, shrugging a shoulder.

Still, there was something a touch softer, barely there, beneath the mischief as she added, "Don't get too touched, though. I'm only here because it's interesting that Quailcall was out there all on her own." Her tail flicked Leopardrose's flank lightly. "Imagine what she would have been doing out there, how dramatic the gossip would be."