Fun Sibling Bonding Time (Tagged)

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Goldenstar sat outside of her den. Luckily for her, the sniffles she had been experiencing prior to that day had vanished, and she was feeling as fit as a fox in Newleaf. Even so, she was still worried about the current state of StormClan. With a very cold Leafbare setting in, and the greencough epidemic adding to that intensity, she could not help but to feel a bit nervous. She just wished that she could save StormClan with a flick of her tail, but the golden cat knew that was impossible. However, she did want to try to do something for StormClan, especially because she was feeling better now.

She glanced around the clearing. Everyone seemed busy either doing chores or preparing border patrols. She assumed that those who she did not see were in their dens trying to stay warm and hoping to get some sleep. Goldenstar knew that she could always wake someone up or interrupt someone's task to ask them to go out with her, but she did not want to distract them from a task that she had asked them to do in the first place. but there was one cat who she would feel no guilt for forcing to hunt with her.

The she-cat padded to the warrior den, the frosty ground crackling underneath her paws with each step. She stopped just outside the den and peeked inside. A wave of warmth hit her, and for a moment she wished that she could sleep in the warriors den and share body heat with the other warriors. but she quickly removed that thought from her head, and searched for her previous target. "Honeyclaw? Are you in there?" She called, "I need you to come hunting with me."

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OOC: Perfect c:

On the cold, leaf bare day, the large golden warrior was just re entering the camp from a training session, as usual not bothering to make his way around his clanmates but walking where he wanted and letting them move out of the way. Well developed muscles rippled underneath a dark golden pelt and forest green eyes took in the cats conversing and congregating around camp. Half of them were seemingly doing nothing, as per usual but he didn't blame them. If he wanted something done, better he do it then them anyway.

He swore cats were being born more and more mousebrained.

Honeyclaw saw his sister cross camp heading to the warriors den, no doubt to request an errand be done or some other leadership foxdung. Though a prideful tom, Honeyclaw knew she had been the one most likely to receive such a position out of all his littermates from the beginning although even she were not perfect. Eyes narrowed and locked onto her as she ducked her head into the den. They had never been particularly close though he preferred her over the rest of his bloodline. They tended to butt heads with their similar nature. Not a complete surprise. 

Last he had seen her, she had been coming down with Greencough and from the looks of things, she was better  though appearances could often be deceiving. Changing his course, the tom moved towards his sister, thinking he should probably check in on her. Stupid she cat should know better than to get sick. How had she managed it anyway living alone in her den? Just as he approached, he heard her request called into the den and his paws slowed.

"Sister." He greeted neutrally and lacking the warmth that family members usually exhibited. "You looking for me?" Pinning her with that lazy stare of his, he raised an eyebrow in question as if to imply his time were precious.

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Goldenstar was about to make her way into the warrior den to fetch Honeyclaw and possibly drag him out when she heard a familiar voice behind her. She turned to see Honeyclaw standing there with the same sullen expression he was rarely spotted without. "Yes, brother," She responded. Why did he have to be so emotionless? Was it really so hard for the tom to show just the smallest bit of joy or excitement? "I was looking for you," Goldenstar mewed, raising her own brow to match her brother's.

Her tail gave a small flick of annoyance. Maybe forcing him to join her would not be as simple as she thought. Her eyes shifted briefly to the rest of the clearing as she considered asking another cat to join her. Surely Scorchpuddle would not mind. but the friendly tom was no where to be found, and Goldenstar could only assume that he was already out with a patrol. Her eyes hardened with determination. Somehow, she would convince Honeyclaw to join her. Even though they tended to butt heads, she had to admit that he was a good warrior. Surely, he would be willing to do some hunting. After all, she swore that he lived by the saying, 'If you want something done, better to do it yourself.'

"The freshkill pile is low, and warriors are dropping like flies," She said, not bothering to attempt to ease into the subject. "We should go hunting." Her dark green eyes searched Honeyclaw's, silently challenging him to refuse or come up with an excuse. We are going hunting, she thought, whether you want to or not. Part of her felt as though this idea had been a poor one. His attitude was already angering her.

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"Yes, brother, I was looking for you."

The look she gave him was what he knew she could see looking at him, an eyebrow arched over green eyes set in a golden pelt. For some, that look might be intimidating coming from the leader but for Honeyclaw, she had been and would always be his sister. Nothing to fear there though that wasn't to mean he had no respect for her - it was just whether a case of if he chose to show it or not - which most of the time, the arrogant tom did not.

He could tell he had annoyed her and barely refrained from rolling his eyes, instead fixing her with a lazy look and waiting for her to continue as she no doubt would. The she-cats in his family had a habit of doing so.

"The freshkill pile is low, and warriors are dropping like flies. We should go hunting."

Translation: You are coming with me.

Those that knew the tom well, which wasn't many due to the facade that clothed him, knew he hated being told what to do and to be honest, if he hadn't already been contemplating doing just that himself, he might have blown her off with some excuse. Hunting was not his favourite pass time but she were right. He were healthy and many of his clan were not. They needed to do everything to ensure they were strong. His tail flicked, yet unlike hers, his was the show of confidence in the harsh stare of his sister. "Fine," he cut out, not looking forward to this excursion with his sister. No doubt, the two of them would end up in an argument about something. "but don't get your fur in a mess when I do better than you." Twitching his whiskers at her, the muscled tom turned his body and strode off, his eyes the last to leave her, dropping a not so silent challenge at her paws.

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Goldenstar could tell that the tom was not at all amused by her. She did not mind. Part of her enjoyed seeing the tom roll his green eyes and watching arrogance emanating from his pelt like a bad smell. but another part of her was just annoyed by how much he seemed to not care. It was one thing to ignore her frequently and occasionally show just how great you are compared to every other warrior in StormClan. That was pride, Goldenstar understood that. but Honeyclaw had a tendency to take it to a new level all together. His overwhelming confidence was beginning to frustrate her.

When the tom agreed, Goldenstar was surprised. He was actually taking an order? She attempted to remember a time that he had simply done as she asked, but nothing came to mind. This was new. but the second another word floated out of his mouth, she realized that this was just another way for him to try to show how much better he was. She decided to let the comment go, as it would cause more fighting than it was worth. After all, it was quite likely that she would get her share of fighting later in the hunting trip.

She watched the tom turn, and then rolled her eyes and followed. If he wanted to lead, then he could lead. She did it almost every time she went anywhere anyways, and she had to admit it was getting a bit old. It's not that I would not challenge him if I did want to pick where we went, She thought as she followed the tom out of camp. And I accept your challenge. Prepare to fail.

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He could tell she were not impressed with him, her opinion able to be sensed even as he stalked away with her, tail out straight. If cats did not look to see the similarities in their genetics and only listened, it would seem they were mortal enemies not brother and sister. It wasn't that Honeyclaw didn't like his sister, more like he didn't get along with anyone on a deeper level. He was about appearances, about outwardly oozing confidence and being the best. Clearly Goldenstar didn't appreciate that.

He heard her start along behind him and he was slightly surprised she didn't open her mouth and try to boss him around some more. Perhaps she knew that this time, she had been lucky he was willing to co-operate. His golden pelt broke out of the Stormclan camp, powerful legs and height making easy work of the terrain through the forest. Green eyes looked back over his shoulder to check she were keeping up. If not, he would be sure to hunt on his own lest she weight him down. Maneuvering his large frame in and out of families of trees, until he reached the river roots, looking into the water as he trotted past. 

Being Leafbare - no where was good for hunting but this was their best bet. Fish tended to stay around and escaped the falling of the leaves that drove the rodents into the ground. "So," he purred, watching her. "After you." A seemingly polite phrase, that sounded both droll and sarcastic. Let's see what the old leader had left in her.