Orange looks cool, no dissing

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Natalia's ears pricked slightly, but she only snickered softly to herself and shook her head, resisting the urge to say, is that really the best you could come up with? It's no wonder you had to attack somebody just to get them mad at you!
"I'll be generous and vouge for you if Lirenia decides anything drastic," she coughed, still chuckling to herself. "But really, you need a hobby, or a drive, or maybe a friend or something. Nobody should be this angry in a pack." The white she-wolf glanced at Orange once, the blue ice of her eyes blinking in what could've been anything from amusement to hopefulness.

[chickenmuffin]

Orange gritted her teeth, these wolves were off their head. If she could survive on her own she would have been out of there. A twinge of worry pulled at her, if she was exiled she'd probably starve. Despite all the scars and vicious intentions, she had only been a warrior for a short amount of time. Stupid pillow-soft weaklings.
Still bristling, the glowering wolf sat back on her haunches, tail curling around her left front leg. Struggling for a reply against her words, Orange turned her arched neck so she stared off into the distance, facing away from Natalia. It was hard to continue with cruel replies when the other gave her nothing stable to work on.
She'd never been good with words, and no wonder with her initial reaction to everything was an urge to attack.
What could she say which wouldn't be hit back at her with double the force?
AHH! Why can't they all be normal. Stupid! Stupid Stupid Stupid! I should never have... No, they should never have interrupted. Its not my fault that Terralisa is too big for her own boots. All protect the little neophyte, I never got that attention when I was like her.
I rejected it.
Any self respecting wolf grows up at the first opportunity. Like me.
Sometimes... Ugh! No! No! No! This stupid wolf is messing with your head Orange, don't listen.
Orange opened her mouth, finally ready for a reply, weak as it was. "Why should I be all happy and fake?" The urge to say more flared, "Everything always goes wrong around here. Event after event, how does sitting around and watching little trainees grow insolent and weak help Anything!?" She wondered what would happen if she just got up and ran now...

[Sivoncé™]

Natalia still said nothing, knowing that a silent treatment would crack Orange the fastest. She bit back words mentally, but did not appear to be even reomately changed outwardly. Perhaps it was because that she had once been much like Orange, so angrym so cold, but she had thrown her old nature aside so she could at least make something of her time on earth. She glanced back at Orange, sighing, but still not forming any words.
I wish she could hear herself. Why sit around and watch trainees grow weak, eh? Hypocriticism at its best.
"You were once a neophyte, so you, too, are weak. Sitting around is indeed a waste, so I reccommend that if you stick around here, you don't do it so much anymore. That is, according to your own words," she yawned eventually, deciding that she could be neutral.
...and I wish she would know that we're her packmates, not her enemies.

[chickenmuffin]

"I was resting before I hunted" Orange snapped. It was a half truth, she'd thought about hunting to feel her prey writher in pain. It would have been better if she had just gone to torment some deer. At least deer wouldn't insist on sitting next to her and making her feel increasingly defensive.
I was a better neophyte. She thought, she hadn't even recieved a proper trainer and she was so powerful and strong already, better than everyone else. So much better. Then she thought of something good enough that she didn't feel stupid saying it "How often do you see me sitting idily around here anyway?" She was proud of that. It was very true she spent most of her time on the outskirts of Pack territory where she wouldn't be unduly bothered.

[Sivoncé™]

Natalia snorted with disgust. "I wouldn't know, seeing as my paws have been bleeding from how hard I've been hunting from the past few days. I've better things to do than watch failed neophytes." She lifted a paw to show that, truly, the pad was being worn away. She eyed the mists and smoke wearily. "Smoke. For one moon, we have lived in smoke. You cannot tell me that that is normal," she spoke more to herself than anyone. She shook her head and leaned against a rock, not having anything else to say to this ungrateful, vain, selfish wolf.
"Maybe you shouldn't be a Sheeran," she muttered after a while.