At first Angel was shocked beyond words at what Rumor had said. Then anger flared up in those beautiful golden eyes and a growl rumbled deep in her chest. You fucking damn- her angry words were interrupted by Star's heart-breaking speech, but Angel felt more like actually breaking something instead of listening to the young she-cat's words. She turned to face Quietflame and saw that sneer on his face. This didn't make matters any better and she dug her claws deep into the ground.

Taking a breath, Angel forced herself to calm down, which was a very difficult thing in this situation. Maybe we should just replace the shitbag we have for leader. she hissed under her breath, avoid eye contact with any other cat. She remained standing in the middle of the clearing, claws clenched into the ground in a vain attempt to keep from leaping at something. She had had enough of all this idiotic nonsense.

She was through with trying to stand up to Quietflame and the other cats like him. She just wanted someone to treat her equally, she wanted someone who wouldn't abandon her and who would always stick up with her, someone who could dry her angry tears and join in yowls of protest. Maybe she should just leave this place and let it rot in Quietflame's claws. That sounded like a splendid idea.

But as her eyes swept lightly over the clearing, they settled for a moment on Eleven and then on the retreating form of Star and Holden and she sheathed her claws again. She couldn't leave, she had to stay for them.

Angel's eyes snapped up at the sound of a young she-cat's voice. Her eyes narrowed once more into slits as the small cat defended Quietflame. What had he done to her to make her believe in him so much. No one deserved the ill fate of liking Quietflame. He was just...wrong.

But Time seemed to genuinely want to protect the bag of filth that called himself leader. And her words stung. Angel's ears flattened against her skull as Time spat the words at her. It was true, Angel had done nothing to help. She was just wandering around trying to avoid certain cats.

She looked away in disgust as Quietflame seemed to praise the young cat and she quietly stalked over to the direction of Eleven, previous argument currently forgotten. He is treating her as though she was his pet or something. she hissed at Eleven, glancing their way again.