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Hawkwhisper lay on the large mound her tail lashing back and forth. Swiftstar was weakened now by the attack. If Larkwhisper wanted to strike now should be the time. She sighed angrily thinking about her brothers laziness he hadnt bothered to take advantage of this lovely chance.

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RunningPath made bushes rustle a bit, coming out of the bushes. She looked at Hawk, some odd smell catching her nostrils. She ignored it, looking at him. "Oh, Hi Hawk." She gave him a cold stare, for she didn't really like anyone. "What are you doing?" She wanted to be rude, for she can see to be even a bigger threat. Suddenly, a familar scent went over her nostrils, as she turned her head around.

[CROOKY]

Hawkwhisper had been deep in thought when the cat called out. She whipped her head around and glared at the she-cat "What do you want?" She demanded rudely. she hadnt ever gotten along with the she-cats in her clan and she wasn't about to start now.

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RunningPath shook her head, thinking the smell was just a rabbit or something, but who knows. She stared back at the HawkWhisper, her eyes cold as ice. "I asked what you were doing." She didn't prefer to like this she-cat, since she was rather harsh, if she was a bit nicer, then maybe.

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Hawkwhisper rolled her eyes. What was this sharing hour. "What I am doing is none of your business." She said coldly flicking the trash from beneath her paws. She had long ago known not to even smell the stench. She thought of the thrill she would get when she attacked this godforsaken clan. She would lead them on to greater things with her brother.

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RunningPath looked at her rather strangely, being suspicious. "Guess so." She just sat down, and licked a forepaw, bringing it over her face.

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Hawkwhisper rolled her eyes. This cat was asking for a disease. "Do you normally stand on trash and then lick your paws?" She asked rudely her ears flicking that way and forth. Some rats scurried away from under an overstuffed chair. She walked over and jumped up onto the chair to the arm. Sitting there she looked at the clear sky and scented the air, nothing but disgusting rats. She knew better then to hunt here. She could also look down on the cat very well from here.

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RunningPath flicked an ear, barely noticing where she was even at. "I don't pay attention, and oh well, I don't normally do it, but my ear felt rather weird." She shrugged.

[CROOKY]

"perhaps you should think about it next time" She said with a faux-polite tone. idiot she thought. "By the looks of that towel you are sitting on..." She said looking at the towel that was covered in mold and starclan knows what else. "I'd say you have about three days to live."

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RunningPath looked at Hawkwhisper, still being a bit suspcious. "For all you know, it could be healty. But, I should rather go check in with a medicine cat, instead of you." She tried not to make it sound rude, but she couldn't help it. Her tail lashed back and forth, getting a bit angered, but then again, not angered at the same time.

She turned, and walked off. Die?.. What would WhisperTail think of that? She tried not to let Hawkwhisper get to her.