Flickerdance passes through the ivy curtain against her own will. She had been asked to bring some prey to ThunderClan's newest refuge, and she had merely nodded, saving her sharp retort for later. For the cat who actually deserves it: Requiem.
She hears the grating noise of the kittypet's bell before she actually sees him—his dark pelt blends in perfectly, after all. Flickerdance gives herself a moment to get her eyes accustomed to the darkness, and only then does she move forward, placing a mouse before Rowanpaw's patient. Thankfully, only the two of them are in the den at the moment. It gives Flickerdance the perfect moment to say what has been on her mind ever since Copperstorm's return with the wounded cat. Who would believe the kittypet if he were to complain about her sharp tongue?
She hears the grating noise of the kittypet's bell before she actually sees him—his dark pelt blends in perfectly, after all. Flickerdance gives herself a moment to get her eyes accustomed to the darkness, and only then does she move forward, placing a mouse before Rowanpaw's patient. Thankfully, only the two of them are in the den at the moment. It gives Flickerdance the perfect moment to say what has been on her mind ever since Copperstorm's return with the wounded cat. Who would believe the kittypet if he were to complain about her sharp tongue?
"I was told to bring this to you,"
she says, essentially admitting that she would never have done so out of the kindness of her own heart. Orange eyes narrow as she looks at the stranger. "You don't want to be here."
It's a fact. Ever since his arrival, he has only been snapping at others, despite her Clanmates' desperate wish to aid him. "Why stay, then? How much longer are you going to leech off of our resources? So ungrateful."