It was too bad, really, that while you could pick your friends, you really couldn’t pick your family. As much as she wanted, despite the fact that she had did her best to distinguish herself on her own merits, many in her clan would know her for her tagalongs – her precocious brother Addersnap, and equally troublesome Cavernbolt. It was horrible to think that, no matter what she did, they would be connected to her legacy. And frankly just thinking about it gave her a headache.
Most of her time she did her best to pretend they didn’t exist – but she had to do some things to make sure they didn’t do anything to make her look horrible. And then there were days where she just couldn’t avoid them.
She had come back with a nice juicy rabbit; caught out in the heat and likely parched, but still a decent mouthful for her and a few of her clanmates. But when she entered the camp, whom did she spot hovering by the fresh-kill pile looking hopeful? Her brothers.
With a tiny little scoff, Sandhawk did her best to make herself smaller. Maybe they hadn’t noticed her yet.
Addersnap pawed around the fresh-kill pile. He was feeling rather picky and since the prey run abundant during Greenleaf, he had the chance to be so. The kits and elders had been felt already, so it was the warriors turn to eat. As per usual, the primer pieces had already been picked and enjoyed, and Addersnap was faced with a pile full of mice. But he had those yesterday! He pushed over the pile to see if there was anything different underneath.... nope, just more mice.
His face brightened up at the sight of his sister with a rabbit. "Sandhawk! Did I mention that you look absolutely radiant today! Are you doing something with your fur? I love it," he purred, his face molded into its usual double-sided grin. His eyes remained level with hers to not give away his true intentions, though she knew him well enough to know what was going on. Addersnap always had a motive lurking somewhere in the background; sometimes he was obvious about it, and sometimes he wasn't.
"If you found some flowers to rub on, let me know where they're at. My pelt has seen better days, especially with all of this dry air." He gave his shoulder a quick self-conscious lick before returning his attention back to her. Pay attention, Addersnap, this is about the rabb-- er, Sandhawk, not you.
As much as she may have prayed to Starclan to go unnoticed by her siblings, it seemed that they were not listening to her. Because when she was mere moments from ducking into the den, her voice was called by one of the more...infuriating cats in the world.
"Ah...Addersnap." She heaved a large sigh and debated the idea of running, before she finally equated the fact that she couldn't run; not now. "What a..pleasant surprise. And...thank you."
She knew her brother wasn't much for pleasantries - at least when it wasn't directed at him. But there was something about his stare, between her - or rather, more directed at the creature she had placed at her paws, that helped her to guess at least some of his intentions.
"You haven't had anything to eat yet, have you." She said, more of a dry statement than an actual question - although she did hope he'd say yes and she come move on her way.
Addersnap hesitated, wondering if it was better to tell the lie or tell the truth. The latter would definitely save him some time and her some guesswork; it could also backfire and then he'd lose a meal. Well, it was time to put on his best pleading face. His usually narrowed eyes opened wide and he blinked at her in his best imitation of a kit. This method proved useful for Addersnap ever since he was little, but now he was testing its limits. He wasn't as cute as he was several moons ago, and Sandhawk was a tough audience.
"No, I haven't eaten yet. And you're such a good hunter, so of course you caught the best prey so far...." he trailed off sweetly, wrapping his slim tail around his paws. Addersnap was not quite as big as his older sister yet, but he was getting there. His baby-gaze was directly just a smidgen upwards due to their height difference. Despite the way they teased each other, he truly did enjoy the company of his family, no matter how chaotic their dynamic was. His embellishment was only a half-lie; he did consider her a good hunter, though he would never admit it out loud.
Addersnap's body was already slowly compressing downwards, both waiting for and assuming her answer. Unless that juicy rabbit was specifically for someone else, like a cat she was sweet on. Ohhhhh, if Sandhawk had a crush on someone and Addersnap didn't know, that would be a crime!
Post by Miss Tactical on Aug 17, 2019 13:54:26 GMT
Cavernbolt watched from afar as the young addersnap doted on their sister. With a loud snort he couldn't help but muster a laugh. He knew Addersnap wasn't one for pleasantries so he must have wanted or needed something that required overly obnoxious compliments that certainly didn't get you anywhere, at least not with Sandhawk. "Practicing the charm on our sister huh how is that working for you?" Cavernbolt finally decided to but in his own thoughts, the tom clearly interested in his younger brothers strategy so to speak. A family man was certainly that many were looking for, but Cavernbolt saw right through that charade. "So what is it you want today, the fresh mouse from the dawn patrol?" With a smirk the tom padded towards the fresh kill pile snapping up a plumper mouse.
"Ah looks like you were too slow this time little bro." waving it by the tail he finally found a spot nearby in the shade, taking a bite his eyes shifted from Sandhawk to Addersnap. He wasn't really sure what Addersnap saw but it certainly looked like she had been rolling in the dirt or perhaps that was just because he was the oldest even if it just was by a minute. Swiping his tongue over his muzzle. "So little bro whats your plan for today. Word around the borders are RootClan AND MothCLan are both hanging out in MistClan. Maybe we can get you a moth babe they are QUITE Feisty." HE mewed with a playful smirk,
Sandhawk had to hold in the desire to snort in her brother's face. Really? He couldn't grow up enough that he was trying to perfect an adult version of a kit begging for the best piece of prey. Next he was going to ask her for a game of mossball or comment on how shiny her pelt was. And she knew she couldn't hold back if it came to that.
"Then maybe you should wake up before the sun is so high in the sky it's casting a shadow twice your size." But still smaller than your ego she thought.
Of course, when it rained, it poured - as she hadn't noticed Cavernbolt was within earshot until her littermate spoke up and Sandhawk just stopped herself from physically flattening her ears and cursing Starclan for her rotten luck. "Did you really just say you were actively going to try and pick up cats from another clan? Am I hearing you correctly?" She hissed. "Because as open as she is I'm sure Heronstar would love to hear all about it."
Really...did either of them have even a shred of decency between them?!
He scrunched up his face when Cavernbolt grabbed a mouse and waved it around. ”I didn’t want that one anyways,” he said with a huff. Addersnap has eaten only mice and voles for the past few sunrises, and he was craving a change in diet. A bird or Sandhawk’s rabbit sounded nice. ”Mothclan she-cats are too feisty for my taste. They always want to fight, and I’d rather not get messy.” Addersnap didn’t have a lot of experience with the other clans, but he had met a few during his time at the Gatherings. He usually would only exchange a few brief words, especially since those tended to get crowded.
Addersnap looked back and forth between his two older siblings. This was how it usually was, and he couldn’t help but let a small smile creep onto his face. They all would tease each other, which would only lead to more and more teasing; their relationship was like a playfully-aggressive cycle that never stopped spinning. Maybe while Sandhawk was chewing out Cavernbolt for his inappropriate comment, he’d be able to steal that juicy rabbit...
He stayed quiet to see what Cavernbolt’s response would be. If things got heated in that familiar way like it usually did, Addersnap himself would be bolting.
Oh, and this had promised to be such a lovely day, hadn't it? A bit of peaceful dinner, then a bit of training with Pollenpaw - which reminded her she'd need to show the younger she-cat exactly the type of cats she should be avoiding in their clan if she didn't want to be the sort to bring trouble. It just pained her that at the top of that list would be her very own flesh and blood.
"Stop waving around prey like it's a toy - you're not a kit!" She snapped, finally noticing Cavernbolt's dangling of a perfectly good mouse. "If you intend to, then bring it over to an elder or something - someone who'd enjoy a bit of prey!"
And whose less likely to box you around the ears, for all the good it would do you, she thought bitterly. She was getting sorely close herself.
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