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Cercelee bristled at the sound of Firefly’s snarl, directed at her. Get away from me. Cercelee laid her ears back at this, navy eyes narrowing at the younger girl. As laid back as Cercelee was, such insolence would not be tolerate by the leader, especially when such anger was unprovoked. At Firefly’s outburst, about the turkey deserving his fate, Cer guessed that both the outburst and anger were directed at someone else, but who? Haku? Someone from Inferni? It did not matter, Cercelee did not find herself sympathetic at the moment. Perhaps it was the anger she felt on behalf of Ember, or the rude greeting she had received from Firefly, but either way, Cercelee was in no mood for such behavior.
Cercelee lunged at Firefly, snapping at her and making contact on her muzzle, although the bite was cut short, not breaking skin. Merely a warning from the Rosea, perhaps to break the spell Firefly was under. Jumping back, in case Firefly felt the need to lash back at Cer, the alabaster female landed easily out of reach. "Silence!" Cercelee was surprised at her own voice, so much more commanding that it ever was, she hadn’t even been sure her voice could take such a tone. "What is your problem, child? What are you babbling on about?" Cercelee had no patience for nonsense at the moment, for the childish antics of Firefly, and she was in no playful mood.
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