"Can't you go suckle or something? You know, kit things? Rather than annoy me?"
"I'm weened now, you know that," Beekit grinned and plonked herself down beside him.
"Go steal freshkill from the elder's den then," Trickypaw muttered.
"You sure that's a good idea? You know they'll tell me off and I'll just tell 'em you told me to, and then you'd get punished even more."
"I'm not being punished, they think I need to rest my starclan-damned paw," Trickypaw growled trough gritted teeth. Beekit felt a little bad then, and leant against his leg.
"Sorry, man. I'll go if you want me to."
Trickypaw sighed. "Stay. Please."
OOC: aAWWAWAWwWww