Spite [Closed]

Flowerthorn laid at the edge of the camp, near the medicine den. The rocks and trees over there providing shelter from the ice like rain that was covering the territory. Her kits were all apprentices at this point, so she hoped they faired well in this weather. Flashpaw should have been here in camp, but he could have also gone off with another patrol without his mentor. She didn't have to watch over him for everything. She just knew it was funny to watch the faces of the Asylum cats when she taught Flashpaw to hunt in the trees. When the two escaped their view to where they had a hard time following. She knew they would catch up somehow but it was still funny to spite them somehow. And now? Instead of being somewhere useful for these Asylum cats, she was sitting in camp somewhere dry, while the others got soaked.

Beechface practically bolted across camp when she was done tending to the elders, causing more than a few of the rogues to bristle in alarm as she ducked beneath the rocky overhang of the entrance to the medicine den. Good, she thought, turning to glare, let them worry.

"Please tell me I'm not the only one enjoying making them squirm at every opportunity." Beechface's gaze slid to Flowerthorn, who sheltered beneath the overhang just as she did now. She didn't know the older warrior all that well, save from her temper and a shared distrust of the rogues occupying Skyclan's camp. She'd been stressed enough to give birth while the rogues had finished bloodying their deputy, with the medicine cat trying not to panic as she darted between injured deputy and kitting queen. For that reason Beechface couldn't quite find it in her to take joy in new members of the clan. The quartet of apprentices didn't deserve to be born with these brutes infesting their camp.

"Nope." Flowerthorn quickly replied. "It's funny to watch them panic when I disappear into the trees while I hunt. Especially with the ones that have a harder time following." Honestly if all of Skyclan took to the trees they probably could take out these intruders but how much backup did they have elsewhere? She didn't know. "Even funnier when they fail to catch anything and end up falling." If only it happened more often and if only they ended up breaking a leg every time they did. Maybe they would be out of camp sooner.

"They could have the decency to break a few bones if they fell, I'm sure their own healers would be happy to handle them." Beechface commented dryly. If any of them decided to be foolish enough to go to her, she'd be happy to put them out of their misery, though the thought was left unsaid.

"Some of them won't come near me at all, I wonder why..." Beechface knew why, of course, but she could dream of ripping throats out despite being a medicine cat, right?

Flowerthorn let out a small huff of a laugh. "I really wish they would. So far they haven't done anything to earn our trust. They want to help us? They take our deputy, and bloody our warriors? And let a traitor run ceremonies in the mean time? If they really wanted to help us then they would let Wolfstar pick a replacement for our deputy until he is back, or better yet give him back to us already." She didn't want to think of a worst case scenario for Bloodstrike but the possiblity was there wasn't it? They weren't telling them anything about the case of the deputy.. Claws dug into the wet ground a little bit.

"They sat and watched as mom and Primroselight fought a porcupine too. Their claims of being here to help are pure nonsense. Of course, they handled it fine but.." She would have very much liked to sink her fangs into the Asylum cats that had accompanied them on that hunting patrol. If her sister had gotten hurt...

"My littermate is a steaming pile of foxdung." Beechface muttered darkly. She would not call that traitor her brother.

"Your littermate shouldn't even be here right now in my opinion." The white she-cat said. "If it wasn't for these extra numbers here I would have chased that traitor out myself ages ago." Oh how she longed to dig her claws into Dawnhawk's fur, and get rid of his cocky behavior. If that tom dared to touch a fur on any of her kits heads she wouldn't hesitate to to flay him for it. "At this point I don't even care about these rogues. Yes I want them gone but they don't even compare to that traitor."

"Forget running him off, I call dibs on tearing him a new one." She smirked at the smaller warrior. They could bond over their dislike of her littermate, that alone was reason to be friendly with her. Flowerthorn was a smart, reasonable cat, and it seemed like her thoughts ran on a similar track to Beechface's own. It was comforting to have her anger shared, at least.

"He couldn't have done this without the rogues. Right now they're his only protection."

((OOC: Famous last words, Beech))