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Leopardfang had already had a long enough day.

He'd been on 3 hunting patrols, one after another before the sun reached its peak in the sky, then a long border patrol that lasted until sunset and then training with a few apprentices for another hour, that he begrudingly admitted would probably be better than him in ways he could ever hope to be, until he'd been relieved of his duties when the moon finally made its way onto Silverpelt. It was safe to assume that he wasn't really in the mood for anyone's horse-dung when he stumbled into the warrior's den and finally collapsed, not caring if he ruffled anyone's fur or kicked a thorn or two into anyone's nest, he was tired and that was all that mattered to him in that moment.

He especially didn't care if he woke anyone else up, not right now anyway. So when a russet warrior, whose name recalled faintly to be Amber... something... hissed an insult that would've made his own father quiver in anger, his very, very short tolerance in that moment snapped. His body may have been exhausted to Starclan and back, but his pride, his pride was a force to be reckoned with. So, despite stumbling on legs that worked slower than his mind willed them to, he quickly got to his paws and marched right after the other warrior, grabbing him by his shoulder and attempting to spin him around, so he could face him like a real warrior.

"What was that?!" he snarled.

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Leopardfang let out a fierce hiss as Amberfox shook off his paw, spitting a curse at the russet warrior. His lip curled into a snarl, he looked down at the weeds and pebbles jumping up at him, giving a huff and rolling his eyes, annoyed. What was it with earth elementals and making the ground move, didn't they have better ways of expressing anger than making a few rocks hop like rabbits? Nonetheless, he stared straight back at the other tom, his own eyes alight with a different kind of fire.

His own annoyance increased as Amberfox made a show, clearing his throat and fixing his stance, as if Leopardfang were a deaf elder. He gave Amberfox a snort, looking him up and down. The kid had spunk, he'd give him that. That spunk wouldn't save him from Leopardfang's anger, however. "Listen," he growled, his rough voice growing more ragged with each passing heartbeat, "I've already had a long enough day, I've already dealt with enough of everyone else's dung to be all knowing at this point, I'm tired, I'm cold and I'm fed up, thanks to you. Now, in case you haven't noticed," he stopped, craning his neck back to look at the other sleeping warriors, before turning back to Amberfox and pointng back to the warrior's den with his tail, "You're the only one who's all worked up about it, so quit acting like you've been personally wronged by Starclan, because I made such a ruckus coming to my own nest that I disrupted your precious beauty sleep.

"Cats will come in making noise from time to time, so what? Do you really need that much sleep that you just have to complain and moan and whine about a little noise?" he finished, giving Amberfox an unimpressed look before turning tail and turning back into the den, making eye contact with the tom as he readied his nest before sinking back down into it, giving a loud contented sigh.

'Fox-faced asshole,' just who did he think he was?

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Leopardfang's eyes snapped open once more, an annoyed snarl appearing on his lips as he listened to the frog-brained warrior complain once again. He whipped his head around, leaving no room between himself and Amberfox. He gave him a fake apologetic look, his tail lashing behind him. "Oh, I'm so sorry! I didn't realize you were so possessive over a few winks of sleep! How careless of me, to mind my own business while you make a ruckus over something so unconcerning! I don't deserve your forgiveness, O, great mighty one." he said, his voice overly dramatic, making a show and bowing before him. He got to his paws, his usual angry scowl back on his face.

"Oh, grow up!" he said, rolling his eyes. "I don't care what your days are like, or what they've been like, or what they'll be like. I especially don't care about your stupid little angsty horse-dung shtick you've got going for you," he growled. He suddenly turned his head toward Silverpelt, putting a paw up as if he were an elder telling a story to a young kit. "I can see you now, you're brooding in the dark corners of camp, watching everyone go about their business, getting all upset when they don't pay you any mind and then when they do finally notice you, you don't even try to be polite! You'll just rip them a new one, going on about how no one will leave you alone and how you want to be left in peace for just one heartbeat and then you run off, never to be seen until a few hours later."

He turned back towards Amberfox, his gaze harsh. "There are plenty of things you could have to yourself if you actually cared enough to go out and look for them, and I'm not just gonna stand here and let you make a fuss over a little noise. Welcome to the life of a warrior, kit! If you haven't noticed, not all of us get to sleep every single night, but we're not complaining, are we? So, quit being a special little snowflake and grumbling over every little thing, because it's annoying to everyone." he said, leaving no room for the russet warrior to speak before whipping around and turning back into his nest.

"Now, I don't wanna hear one more damn word come out of your mouth. If I do, I'll give you something to moan about. Now goodnight." he growled out, tucking himself into a tight ball.