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"Thanks," Sagebristle responded with a grin. The same moons had softened her as well, mellowed out her tendency to start throwing insults- well, at least the insults were less venomous these days. "Maybe one day you can hope to aspire to my greatness."
She padded over to the next, inspecting it closely. "It'll do," she said, starting to push the moss around for a better shape. The warrior hadn't grown all that much, still looking more like a mid-sized apprentice than a full-grown she-cat, but the features of her face were more adult. "What's the scoop on the warriors den? Is there anyone I should avoid?"
“Well, we’ve got a snorer,” he sniffed sourly. “You’ll make their acquaintance soon enough.”
Her boast prompted a snide retort, balanced on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed it begrudgingly. She’d earned it this time. But he was prepared to cuff her ears off if her head ballooned too big to bear them – loyal guard or not.
He had already curled into his nest – a ragged thing, built from what looked like some old driftwood he’d found. But suddenly he wasn’t feeling so tired. “Don’t you need some new moss for your nest? That one is practically dried to bits.” He wasn’t one to talk, given the battered state of his own. But maybe he was speaking from experience, because he added, “that nest’ll have you sore as an elder within the moon.” He rose back to his long legs. “I know where the best moss grows.” She hadn’t asked him to, but he was abruptly walking to the den entrance, the suggestion being that she should follow.
"Who's the snorer?" Sagebristle asked, glancing back up with a grin. "And yeah, some new moss would prob- oh, we're going. Okay."
The tabby she-cat followed Hyenaprowl out, walking swiftly despite her short stature. "Maybe we'll get you some new moss too, and then you won't be such a crab-apple." The jab wasn't anything like the fat comments she'd made when they first met. She'd grown used to play-bickering with Moonblight, and for some reason he'd softened her up when she spoke to others, too. "Where is the moss, anyway?"
