Thunderwave rolled his eyes. These conversations, or rather arguments, were nothing new. In fact, it's just about all they ever did. Morningpaw was neutral, Coldshard and Lavenderkit bickered, Crowpaw sulked, Sparrowpaw studied the other cats, Heronpaw threw a sarcastic comment in here or there...
(Cloverwisp-Maple-camp)
Cloverwisp returned from her hunting patrol carrying a rabbit and a mouse in her jaws. She quickly deposited her catch on the fresh kill pile and padded to where Batwhistle was watching as the sun began to set, licking him gently on the ear.
(I wasn't getting notifications!)
Thunderwave had padded ahead of the group, while they bickered on in their ceaseless arguments. He was wasted on listening to that lot. If they really understand why Starclan sent us the prophecy, why don't they start proving it. Cause I'm sure, the jolly, happy...
"Well, I think even you have had hurtful or rude comments thrown at you, though you may be more used to giving, rather than receiving them." Thunderwave mewed.
"Yes, me too, but unfortunately things just don't work that way. Life is always a struggle, but it's how you handle the hard circumstances that lay the foundation for your future."