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MOTTLEDSCAR!
He's a stranger to some and a vision to none he can never get enough, get enough of the one.For a fortune, he'd quit but it's hard to admit how it ends and begins. On his face is a map of the world.


-.Oh weren't the days lazy? Filled with nothing but ... well, nothing? They were dreary, although the sun pierced through the atmosphere and shined down upon most parts of the land...the dens remained dark. Just how most of Tempestclan preferred it to. The large tom stretched a lazy paw out, his maw opening revealing the sharp pearly whites that were housed inside. A lazy thin fleshy layer pulled up revealing a sliver of light green eye. Catching a view of the cats that slept, he let his eye close. It was still late, or rather it was just beginning to get early. The sun would rub it's sleepy eyes and stretch it's arms into the day within a few hours. But as of right now...there was quiet outside...and that was what the tom wanted. All limbs quickly stretched to make sure the muscles hidden beneath the fur were ready to wake. Paws placed over and around cats delivered the tom safely outside the den.

The early morning air was crisp, and a sharply inhaled breath threw the tom for a loop. Mottledscar found his eyes wandering the camp, not a single soul seemed to be awake...although his was restless and uneasy. The large tom took his movements slowly, his paws carrying him away from camp and his nest in the warmth of the warrior's den. There were better things to do then sit and sleep while the day began to wake, while the forest began to ooze with life. The tom wasn't a particularly happy one, cheerfulness didn't ooze from every pore, no that was his sister. That would be Littlesun. Even though the grudge he held was slightly lifted, he still held it within his soul. His heart was heavy and flowed deeper within, transferring what didn't fit into his very core...what made him, him.

The large tom quickened his pace, leaving camp behind as he wove his way through Tempestclan territory. His mind was wrapped in thoughts even he couldn't decipher...it was a battle inside his body, and he never seemed to win it.

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Littlesun sat down next to the fresh-kill pile and stared at it with the kind of intensity you'd expect to see her using when staring at an enemy or a fox, or something of that sort. Not a pile of lunch items. But she was giving it that sort of look anyway and was quite focused. She just couldn't think of anything to eat, but that wasn't the only thing bugging her. I haven't seen Ospreyshriek in awhile.. A really long while.. The last time I talked to him, he'd been having nightmares about Robinflight. She grimaced. Littlesun had nightmares about her dear brother's death and she hadn't even been there to witness it; her imagination could make up plenty of horrifying deaths for her to witness, without the actual sight there to aide it. And Ospreyshriek had seen the entire thing. He'd been buried under Robinflight's bloody, cold body for half the thing. Littlesun had made him talk to her about it in hopes that it would make things better for him.

Of course, now it was just torturing her instead. He'd gotten better, but she was still bothered every time he disappeared for a moment or two. What if he was going to seek vengeance for his old mentor? Truth be told, she'd thought of it several times, but only to ease her guilt for not being there. Littlesun wasn't really a revenge-seeking type, but Ospreyshriek certainly was. She sighed and contemplated the piece nearest to her, a fluffy squirrel whose spiky fur reminded her to the pines that she'd seen lining the horizon. Yawning a bit and deciding that she needed to stop mooning around and see if she could find her lost former-apprentice, who still remained as one of her top priorities despite his being a warrior for nearly five moons now, Littlesun got to her paws and nudged the spiky-furred squirrel aside, picking up the mouse next to it instead. Mice were usually much more tender than squirrels and she hated picking fur out of her teeth afterwards.

She sat down on the other side of the camp, near to the warrior's den, to see if she could spot her wayward friend, and began devouring the mouse. Littlesun had a very big appetite for being so small and she downed it in barely a few seconds, smacking her lips and enjoying the aftertaste for a moment before getting to her paws and looking about. She needed something to do before anxiety drove her crazy. The she-cat had only looked around for a minute before she saw her brother and deputy, Mottledscar, slip out the entrance and head away. Immediately, a smile broke out on her face and she ran after him, moving silently and stalking behind him for a good while, letting him get away from the camp, before crouching and then throwing herself at him with claws sheathed and padded, laughter giving herself away as she yowled, "Mottledscar, it's your worst nightmare!" And attempted to tackle him.

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MOTTLEDSCAR!
He's a stranger to some and a vision to none he can never get enough, get enough of the one.For a fortune, he'd quit but it's hard to admit how it ends and begins. On his face is a map of the world.


-.Solitude. Temporary solitude. That was the correct word to be using especially now and with this tom. Things never stayed how he wanted them to. But, who was to decide if they did? Certainly not him. It seemed that Starclan controlled the fates around here...so why were they picking on him. Update latest wish : die to fight Starclan. He wasn't quite entirely sure what he was doing out here, he just was. Was there any harm in that? Jade orbs caught a glimpse of his surroundings, not really sure if he wanted to be where he was. Time seemed to be at a standstill until soon enough his ears caught something, but not in enough time before a blob of cat was plastered onto him. Mottledscar stopped in his tracks, this "blob" was his sister. He could tell by the voice, the worst nightmare comment...so she did know where she stood. What an ironic situation.

The tom let his body quiver side to side as he gave a quick shake, much like a dog, before letting his left paws slide under his body and pull his sideways away from this horror that had entered his presence. There was still hatred for her. Hatred never went away, some part of that memory was always stuck within in...but in his brain? No. Lodged deep within his soul. And with it lodged there, he could feel his blood begin to boil. His eternal flame had been turned up. She really thought it was all just over...just like that. But was he being irrational? Slightly. Of course he was in all realization. Littlesun, his measly sister was the one stuck a warrior. Under Voidstar, Mottledscar had been made the deputy. It didn't mean he was liked by many, but he had impressed his leader...good enough.

Popularity was never his specialty. There was just something about it that brought too much attention. Deputy brought enough as was, though many cats stayed away from him given the chance. Mottledscar wasn't the most accepting or approachable cat in the clan. He was one of the larger cats, and for that he was thankful. He preferred to keep to himself anyways. His eyes landed on his sister momentarily, before casting themselves away to the forest. "Looks like you've been in my head lately." The words were darkly sarcastic. Swinging his head about to face where the rest of his body was headed, the tom took off once more. But not at a fast pace, he knew this nitwit would be following him.

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[sunny]

Littlesun felt him react just a bit to her, he must've smelled her coming or otherwise she was sure he would've reacted much stronger than he did. That, or his self-control was quite phenomenal. She wasn't sure which one it was, but she was distracted from her thoughts when he started shaking and promptly shook her off like she was a flea clinging to a giant dog. Littlesun let herself fall, tucking in her legs, and rolled back onto her paws with a perky smile. Grace was something that worked with her and she performed her little manuever with ease, turning to lick her now-dusty fur with a careful tongue before looking back at her older brother and tipping her head, wondering what was going on his head. She could never really understand him. Littlesun was pretty sure that their rivalry as kits and apprentices had become something else, but she didn't really know what it was yet. Were they friends now? She didn't always get that vibe from him, so Littlesun was quite unsure.

Mottledscar tended to come off as sarcastic to her, and she didn't have much of an understanding of sarcasm, unfortunately. It was as if he were speaking a different language sometime. Everything he said was laden with a secret meaning that she couldn't decipher. Sometimes he made her feel a bit stupid, but she was used to feeling like a silly apprentice all the time. She was used to being underestimated and it didn't prick her paws anymore. Littlesun had decided that she couldn't let something that came up so much get to her like that. She was too easy-going for that. On the other hand, it seemed that things got to Mottledscar much easier than they did to her. She peered up at him with her curious amber eyes, hardly even noticing the enormous size difference between the two of them anymore, and thought that he must have a thinner skin than she did, if he let everything get to him.

"Looks like you've been in my head lately." There was that sarcasm again. She struggled with the desire to stick her tongue out at him like a kitten and followed along as he walked, forced to take long, bounding strides to keep up with his normal-sized ones. Littlesun didn't know why he spoke so strangely, but he did it all the time, so she tried not to wonder about it too much. Too bad wondering was something she did all the time. "I really doubt that." She meowed cheerfully, smiling and straying a bit from his side to investigate a strange-looking limb before realizing that he was drawing farther away and running to catch up. "You're a bit of a mystery, really. I'm never really sure what's going on in that giant head of yours." She smiled again to let him know she was kidding around with him. And then asked, "Have you seen Ospreyshriek? I know he hangs around with you and Voidstar a lot, and I haven't seen him in awhile, so I was wondering where he was."


OOC; You can just make something up about Osprey, I don't care what. =P I do have a question though: I didn't plan on Mottled actually hating Little so much, though it's perfectly fine. I was just curious about whether or not it's a long-lasting thing or if she finally makes it up to him? Perhaps a mini-plot of some sorts could arise from that? <33

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swiftriver
we lie awake, but dreaming
'til the sun would wash the sky.

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The tom woke to a thin sliver of sunlight, slicing through a small hole in the warriors den – he had vowed to fix in moons ago, but here it was back to haunt him – and catching him right in the eyes, piercing through his eyelids to light up the world in a glowing red hue. “Mrrrffgggh,” Swiftriver groaned, twisting his lean, muscular body like a kit rolling in an uncomfortable bed of straw, and raised a white-splotched paw to shield his eyes from the offending ray of light. Clenching his eyes shut, the warrior rolled over, and tried to burrow deeper into the moss-strewn ground, a futile attempt to find his way back into dream land, but to no avail.

After a few minutes of lying down, eyes shut, teeth clenched, tail twitching with annoyance, and sleep evading him, he got to his paws with a sigh, and a huff, and padded sleepily out of the shaded shelter into the morning light. Dark-amber hued orbs wide and alert, Swiftriver let a long, careless yawn slip from his cream-furred muzzle, blinking slowly before observing the campsite which was speckled with spots of sunlight peeking through the grey clouds of newleaf. It was a new day, the first few ones after a harsh leafbare, and a whole forest of plump, sleepy prey, just awakening from a long hibernation, awaited him.

His long, bistre-hued tail swayed with content and he briskly trotted around the camp, doing exaggerated breathing exercises, and narrowing his deep golden orbs with concentration. One, two, one, two, oh man, once those she-cats get a load of these muscles, they’re going to be all over you, the young tom thought, then cracked up loudly at his own ‘joke’, Dang right, they will. Look at these, no one can resist my- Attention suddenly diverted to two small sets of pawprints leading out of the camp, Swiftriver came to a halt, sniffing at the indentations in the soft, loamy soil with interest. One set was huge, the other tiny, almost reminiscent to that of an apprentice, but the scents seemed to belong to two warriors. Brows furrowed comically in thought, the cream-chested tabby cocked his head to the side, trying to recall the names of the cats whom these prints belonged to. Small cat, big cat. Small cat, big cat.

Mind lost in thought, he licked his lips and jogged briskly as he followed the trail, before, yet again, he lost concentration and discovered a butterfly fluttering delicately in his path. Pawing thoughtfully at the tiny creature, the tom stopped in his tracks and was suddenly hit by recognition. OH, Mottledscar! And probably his apprentice or something. If there had been a face for the word “LOL”, that would have been what you would have discovered on his defined features, and he bounded swiftly after the two cats, eager, as an apprentice on his first mission, to join what he believed to be a hunting patrol. So eager, in fact, that he burst through a large bush and flew, fur speckled with little emerald leaves and spiky young twigs, headfirst at the muscular, towering deputy.[/blockquote][/color][/size]

ooc: // eeeh, mind if I join you guys? :D if this is meant to be a private conversation, i'll delete and make another thread. >.< [/blockquote][/size][/color]

[raid]

MOTTLEDSCAR!
He's a stranger to some and a vision to none he can never get enough, get enough of the one.For a fortune, he'd quit but it's hard to admit how it ends and begins. On his face is a map of the world.


-.There was no reason why he was being mean. Perhaps a grumpy mood, not enough sleep...the answer was never really there. Some part of him loathed the she-cat that was his sister, but another part was something other then hate and malice towards the little orange cat. He woke up on the wrong side of the nest...the wrong side of the moss and twigs and...needles. Needles poking into his mass of mottled fur. That was where he got his name after all. Well no duh Mottledscar he mused in his head. His head moved as her voice and sound of her paws began to dwindle. She was losing ground on him, which wasn't hard to do considering their size difference...but with Littlesun clearly focused on something else, falling behind was even easier.

His ears focused in on her words. She didn't understand him...good. Nobody was supposed to. He enjoyed having his time to himself and being hidden behind a mask. Ospreyshriek, Voidstar, himself...they were considered a group? The tom narrowed his eyes quickly before looking back to see if she was catching up. He didn't want to yell back at her or repeat himself. He laughed softly to himself. "Littlesun you are not meant to understand me. Nobody really does and perhaps it's better that way. " He looked at his sister with his vivid green eyes. "As far as Ospreyshriek, I have no idea. Perhaps you should keep a tighter leash on him."

Mottledscar perhaps only spoke in monotone. Rarely did he laugh, rarely did he smile. Rarely did he show any emotion at all. That was just the way it was. There were too many cats who tried to bug him. It was no sooner then he thought that, then another cat burst out of the bushes. Mottledscar stopped and scrambled backwards. Swiftriver. Great, let the jibber jabber begin.

|| OOC - he isn't meant to be (: just a grumpy butt. and steps you're more than welcome (: ||

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[sunny]

Littlesun gazed up at her big brother and knew that keeping herself from asking questions, from being curious, and from wondering constantly was impossible. She couldn't help the intense desire to know just what was going on with Mottledscar. Why was he the way he was? She didn't remember doing anything that would make him so uptight and conservative. She knew he wasn't like this around other cats, he tended to relax more when he was hanging with his tom friends. It made her curious so much that the questions were practically hanging off the tip of her tongue and she sighed, huffing the breath out and blowing the questions away, because she didn't want to create any more awkwardness than she had to. Not that she felt much awkwardness between them, but she knew that her perky personality was at an extreme contrast to his temperment, so she didn't want to cause any more problems than what was already made with their opposite selves.

"Littlesun you are not meant to understand me. Nobody really does and perhaps it's better that way." Littlesun tipped her head to the side at him and nearly fell over when her paw hit a root and she had to fight for her footing and then spring up and run again, because he kept drawing away from her, like a vision of something she would never achieve or a lovely dream that she couldn't ever recall. It was a bit frustrating, really. This was one of those times where she did wish she had longer legs at least and it would make keeping up with the bigger cats a lot easier. "Well, you're always very cryptic, like you are right now. Maybe that makes it harder for other cats to understand you." She offered sensibly, flicking her long tail, probably the only long thing on her body, and giving him a sincere look from her pretty amber eyes.

"As far as Ospreyshriek, I have no idea. Perhaps you should keep a tighter leash on him." Littlesun laughed and shook her head. There was no leashing Ospreyshriek, her former apprentice was much too independent, a lot like Mottledscar. "He's too much like you to be kept on a leash like a Twoleg's pet. You two are friends, aren't you? I guess being alike's helpful there." Her lips twisted a bit in uncharacteristic jealousy, she wished she had some way to connect with her brother, but there was nothing. They were so different that finding likenesses was practically impossible. When they'd been apprentices, they'd been closer and the rivalry had been fun. But perhaps that was because they'd had Robinflight to play buffer and keep the whole game from exploding, like it had now, apparently. Littlesun sighed. They were so close, but so far away, and it made her sad.

She'd only taken a few more steps, keeping alongside him, when she heard rustling and saw Swiftriver came flying out from the underbrush, nearly colliding into Mottledscar, who backtracked frantically, and ran right into her. Littlesun was knocked over and quickly protected her head as Mottledscar scrambled over her and she was left wincing with a bruise on her back and Swiftriver all but standing over her. But, since it was Swiftriver, she couldn't help but smile. "Nice entrance, Swiftriver!" Littlesun meowed, amused and coming to her paws with a quick bound, to show him that she was okay and fine from her encounter with her brother's massive paws and his decorative entry. "You look like you were in a rush, is something wrong?" The thought just occured to her and she looked him over in concern, hoping that he was okay and the camp was fine too.

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swiftriver
we lie awake, but dreaming
'til the sun would wash the sky.

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It had happened like a flash, everything suddenly turning into one huge mess of fur, paws and leaves. From Swiftriver’s point of view, he had smashed headfirst through the bushes, in the process getting a mouthful of bitter tasting leaves, and straight at the hulking deputy, narrowly missing him, no doubt thanks to Mottledscar’s rapid reflexes. The dark tabby had luckily also tucked his head inwards, turning his leap into a soft barrel roll, that managed to cushion his fall from the twig-strewn ground. On the other hand, this barrel roll was launched at the unfortunate Littlesun, and he unrolled hastily, his defined features creased with worry, “Oh StarClan, sorry, sorry, sorry, are you alright?” The tom’s tongue was in knots as he started inspecting her back for bruises, bites, twigs, leaves, soil, and he groaned, pawing at his face, “Uurgh, Ah’m sorry, sorry, oh dear, seriously. What are the chances? Are you sure you’re alright? Nothing to worry about, I was just super stoked ‘cause I thought you guys were going on a hunting patrol. And by the way, nice moves, Mottledscar! Ho ho, I nearly got you there didn’t I?” Swiftriver winked roguishly at the silent warrior and glanced around, taking in the sights, as he tried to define their exact location. They were pretty far from camp, not within hearing distance, and there was a strange tension in the air, as if the two had been speaking of private, serious matters. Shifting uncomfortably, he sniffed curiously at the fresh, loamy scents that hung deliciously in the air, and tried to change the subject.

“By the way, lovely day, isn’t it? Say, where're ya headed off to, anyway? Thought this was a hunting patrol and boy, do I look forward to those! Great stuff, they are. Wonderful. Hunting. Wow, I love hunting. Ain't it great? Like, catchin' prey and bringin' it back for the clan for everybody to feast on!” The tom struck a patriotic pose, back straight and head raised in an attempt to stare thoughtfully into the distance. “Our wonderful TempestClan. Wouldn’t it be awesome if we had a theme song? I wish we had a theme song. I would sing it all the time.” Furrowing his brows in thought, the young tom started to pad forward, humming quietly to himself, before turning back abruptly, dark amber eyes falling onto the muscular tabby deputy. "Anyway, I could easily go back to camp if this was planned to be a patrol with just the two of you. Maybe join another later patrol or somethin'. Whatever suits yer fancy, dep."

Swiftriver glanced back at the two cats, his eyes wide with excitement, before he lost concentration, once again, and was pulled away at the sight of a leaf landing delicately on the edge of his nose, turning his bright amber orbs cross-eyed. “Either way, hope I wasn’t intrudin' on anythin' too serious here. You guys sound pretty tensed up. Is somethin' up? I’m not sure I can be of much use to ya, but I’ll try my best.” Grinning his best attempt at a winning smile, he shook his head lightly, watching the little emerald leaf, one of the first beautiful signs of newleaf, fall gracefully to the soft, loamy ground.

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MOTTLEDSCAR!
He's a stranger to some and a vision to none he can never get enough, get enough of the one.For a fortune, he'd quit but it's hard to admit how it ends and begins. On his face is a map of the world.


-.Mottledscar heard her words, speaking swiftly in reply to his small orange sister. "Oh you wouldn't understand Littlesun." His ears twisted to hear what else she had to say about Ospreyshriek now that she was done assessing him. "We're close enough. But I don't keep an eye on him like he's my apprentice. He's a warrior, he'll go where he pleases just as you or I would. " His voice of course never broke into excitement or any other emotion. He was around Littlesun, he never seemed to show his true self around her. There was still some sort of wall between them...it'd eventually crumble on its own, but until then...it'd be staying up. And then all hell broke lose.

Littlesun was ran into by Swiftriver and it was a tangle of brush and cat. Nice moves? Hardly. Mottledscar just wasn't an idiot. Suddenly his ears were full of an annoying voice. This is why he didn't hang around Swiftriver a lot. This is why he wasn't around Littlesun a lot...their talking just wasn't worth much. "It wasn't a hunting patrol. It still isn't a hunting patrol. However you two can turn it into one if you'd like. I have no problem heading back to camp. I needed to talk to Voidstar anyways. " His voice was low, trying to keep himself away from snapping on the tom. His ears were still full of chatter, it was nonstop. "We don't need help Swiftriver. I was just leaving." The large tom looked at his sister with his green eyes, before letting them slide over the overly energetic tom. He really was a disgrace to Tempestclan. "Littlesun if you want to talk, find me later....I'll send Banesmoke out for a patrol."

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swiftriver
we lie awake, but dreaming
'til the sun would wash the sky.

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Ah, another one of the few toms of TempestClan who chose to brood half the time and sulk the rest. Swiftriver was anything but ignorant in how other cats felt, especially about himself, and easily sensed the deputy’s dislike of him. A cautiously low voice, the flicker of a emerald gaze to meet his own dark amber orbs, the response he seemed to receive often, the muscular warrior emanated the very aura Swiftriver could not understand. Why so many toms in this clan were grumpy and mopey – like kits after being scolded for playing with their bedding - was something he just could not comprehend. Did they choose to stay this way? Was it some kind of gene that created cats who constantly found themselves languishing, lamenting ... nothing at all? Perhaps it was that, the young tom pondered, because with such a beautiful day, a wonderful clan and a plethora of prey awaiting them, how could one feel anything but cheerful? The birds were chirping, singing the songs to welcome the fresh scent of newleaf, and the trees whispered melodies that translated the incomprehensible words of the wind, it wasn’t as if there were no prey to feed on, or huge, ravenous dogs descending upon the clan. Or perhaps they found it romantic, in a sense, and relished the idea of being some kind of deeply complex beast that no one would understand, hidden from the world in a shell, bemoaning their own state. Either way, such things confused Swiftriver, and he did not like it when things confused him, so he merely smiled at the deputy, grinning and nodding excitedly. “Sweet. Awesome. Banesmoke. Can’t wait.” The bistre-furred warrior purred happily, before shouting after the dark tabby, “Have fun with your deputy stuff!” Shuffling his paws with anticipation, he turned to the apprentice-sized she-cat beside him and nudged her with his paw, a kit-like grin lacing his muzzle, “So whaddya wanna do? We could go huntin’ or somethin’. Dude, we could have a contest! Who can catch the most prey. I bet I’ll win. Loser has to eat soil."

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ooc: // swiftriver's complex analysis on the philosphy of life. XD

[sunny]

Littlesun felt the beginnings of a headache come on, which was strange. She never got tired of being around other cats; she never took excursions from their presences, and she dearly loved her brother. He was easily one of her favorite cats, even though they rarely hung out any more. They were just too different and he spent a lot more time around his tom friends, which she didn't bother around with much. She was happy to leave Voidstar and his boys to their fun while she made her own friends. It wasn't to say that she wasn't friends with them, but she wasn't really a part of that crowd. The only she-cat who was was Tigerspark and she didn't act terribly she-catish. Not that Littlesun had anything against her, she definitely didn't mind when a she-cat could hold her own against a group of toms. Even as she was bowled right over, Littlesun was thinking about her headache and how she never got those unless she was angry with someone. She couldn't possibly be angry with Mottledscar; she loved her brother more than anything. Family loyalty was high on her list and her big brother, the only remaining family she had, was no exception.

Littlesun picked herself up and heard Swiftriver's frantic apologies and smiled, flicking her tail at him to shush him for long enough to meow with a giggle that, "I'm perfectly fine, silly, no harm done! See!" She turned in a rapid circle, limbs flailing, and nearly fell right back over. It took a moment for her to regain her balance, and when she did, she gave him a bright and proud smile. Ignoring Mottledscar for the time being, knowing he couldn't stand to be around Swiftriver, though she had no idea why, Littlesun paid attention to the tom in front of her, watching his uneasiness and his declaration that he'd thought this was a hunting patrol. Littlesun laughed and assured him that he wasn't interrupting anything, when he went along to say that things seemed tense between them and he had totally lost Littlesun. "Tense? Of course not! He's my big brother, we're perfectly fine with each other." She smiled brightly at him, struggling to settle into her blissful ignorance, even though there was a nigging doubt in the back of her mind, the she-cat ignored it studiously. "That fall must've given you quite a bump, mousebrain, I do believe you are seeing things." She meowed affectionately, and flicked him with her tail.

"We don't need help Swiftriver. I was just leaving." "Y-you were?" Littlesun gave her brother a surprised glance, and felt her heart sink for some strange reason within her chest. Was he trying to get rid of her or something? No, that couldn't possibly be it. Perhaps he was just tired or something, after all, he wasn't terribly fond of Swiftriver. The tom had probably put him off somehow. "Littlesun if you want to talk, find me later....I'll send Banesmoke out for a patrol." The young she-cat blinked and quickly nodded, meowing, "Oh, okay, thank you." Her voice was a bit subdued as her bright gaze flicked him her brother to Swiftriver, who immediately came to nuzzle her and talk of contests and things. She brightened up a bit, thinking fondly of the handsome tom named Banesmoke, whom she'd never really gotten the chance to talk to much, but he was a handsome sort and she liked handsome sorts. "Deal! Whoever wins gets first pick of the caught prey too." She added, shooting him a challenging grin that said she was totally up for this. "My bet is that I'm going to kick your butt until you're begging to Starclan for mercy. You can't touch this speed." She laughed, tossing her head, and glanced around, breathing in to try and find some prey before her newfound opponent did. It was simple to forget the uneasiness she'd felt around Mottledscar when she was focusing on everything else.


OOC; Yes, bring Banesmoke in! xD

[LYNX ♥]

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due to inactivity.