Sun Mote Copse So meet me where the lights dim

Oh god.  If there was anything Kiwi loved more than hunting, it was dissing.  As Niamh spoke, the mean little seed that took pleasure in others' shortcomings curled skyward, basking in the glow of her words.

No way.  What a bitch move! She replied when she explained about her rank.  She might be higher here, but she liked Niamh a lot, and anyone (who wasn't her) definitely didn't deserve a rank more than she did.  That's so gross.

She shuddered, then nodded.  Did she know anyone? Hell yeah she did!!  My sister, though I'm done calling her that.  She ran away without telling anyone when we were little, then when we come here and find her, she wants nothing to do with us!! Didn't even bother apologizing or anything.  Not that I care.  She gave a little snort/huff, to illustrate what she thought of that.  Clover and Sequoia are way better to hang with anyway.  She isn't even a Firebird so it doesn't matter.  Niamh was way cooler too, but too much older to compare.  Her replacement would be for Blixen, an older and cool sister who she definitely looked up to.