YOU WANNA TALK BABY — RAID ANNOUNCEMENT

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★ ★ ★ Natasha was a fierce combatant; after living alone for almost her entire life, she had learned to fend for herself, which included learning how to fight. The female would be more ready than ever to fight for Blizzardclan, especially if it meant fighting against a group like The Exiles.

"I'll come," she called, rolling her shoulders as she spoke.

//late af but still wanted to reply

The lynx would always love to argue over anything she disagreed on. Which got her into this situation in the first place, but she would never take this personally. Although she did notice Fadingmoons smirks and skiddish comments, and would not be surprised. February was tired and cranky and really wasn't in the mood for fighting today, although they obviously could not see this fact. Fadingmoon was a high position so she completely was obliged to give her full attention and of course change her ways. She really didn't have a say in any of this when it's comes down to the point. Nobody but the high positions which of course was not her.

Although when Sweet started to bark at her too, she couldn't help but have her cheeks turns a bright red, she would assume if the leader yelled at you anybody would be embarrassed. But she did think she should at least explain why she was like this. She had a rough night, barely any sleep and lots of sobs. She missed her old home and her old friends, they are all dead now mostly because of her. It didn't help that she started to think of the possibilitys of if she stayed, she could have helped everyone. February could have been there to save them. It didn't help that she was hunted down though. "My complete and utter respect goes to you and this clan, ma'am," she said trying to stop from rolling her eyes as she spoke to the leader. "I did promise my loyalty but not my strength. I'm not much of a fighter, and don't belive I can be anything but an annoying flirt, but I have to work with what I got. Ma'am, I had a rough night let's just say, this made me cranky and maybe just abit depressed. I don't mean to be rude but maybe before you bark about a topic that will be useless in a couple of weeks, maybe you should ask why I feel this way." Everything she said was true. And she tried to read the leaders expression, although this probably would get her even more angry. Why did she have to dig this hole even deeper for herself. "None of what I said would stop me from fighting my hardest for my clan, even if my expressions would assume the opposite. I can't tell you how lucky I am to be part of this, but it doesn't stop me from being saddened and angry." she saw Fadingmoon give her laughs and she just gave a blank but narrowed eye stare at her for a good second or two, then continue on with the leader. Of course she had to end it with a little spice of her own personality. "So ya forgive me, sweetie." she would end. Give a small but unnoticeable wink, cause why not.

Was this really happening right now? Jerseyboy hadn't paid attention to the argument at first, as he just assumed that Fadingmoon would take care of it in a heartbeat, but Februarylove just kept on opposing what the deputy said. The tuxedo tom turned a narrowed green eye to the female, the fur along the back of his neck starting to bristle. Useless? Useless in a couple of weeks? What if all three of them turned up dead? That would be a vice-leader, a paladin commander, and a medic trainee dead. Their friends dead. They weren't just going to forget about them. "Shut your goddamn mouth." The paladin commander hissed. He lashed his white-tipped tail, turning to face Februarylove. He blinked once before growling, "My little brotha's out there, probably gettin' beaten to death if not already." Not to mention Sweet's own sons as well. Was Februarylove really arguing about this with the leader to her face? That was fucking low. His words were heavy as he said this, and he continued, "If you die out there, then it'd be betta' than sittin' around on ya' ass like a coward." Jerseyboy was definitely lazy to a degree, and definitely not trained to fight battles like this, but he wasn't going to let the Exiles get away with this so easily. "Maybe next time you get captured, we oughta' throw you to th' wolves and not give-a' flyin' fuck, eh?"

The tuxedo tom huffed, finished with his tirade (for now at least). He turned away from Februarylove and turned back towards Sweetophelia. "Cazzo cagna." Jersey muttered in irritation, twitching a whisker.