two peas in a pod - [flaxenpaw]

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    There had been a lot on the molly's mind lately, a lot of things that involved events out of her control. She hated feeling this way, she was by no means of a control freak but her inability to do nothing about these current events angered her deeply. She huffed softly, her paw coming forward to swiftly kick a lingering moss ball that was in her path, she had to do something -- they needed to do something before things got out of control. Despite loathing the advice from others, especially her brothers, she knew that she had no other choice than to take this up with him. He seemed to be the only cat willing to take charge around these parts. Starclan help her now.


    Her slender form slowly walked toward the fresh kill pile, her green oculars narrowing cooly at the little variety available to her, to the shock of many she wasn't much of a frog person and preferred the gaminess of a thrush rather than the slimy skin of an amphibian. Nosing her way through the small pile she managed to find a vole worth snagging and quickly snatched the little critter between her ivory incisors, the elders and queens should have been fed today and assumed that they were before carrying her prize off to the apprentice den. Crowpaw weaseled her way through the small entrance and prominently plopped the vole in front of her brothers nest, a sort of a peace offering to reconcile a bit of their differences (for now). "Rise and shine sleeping beauty, I brought a vole for us to share..I also need your help with something"


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    Flaxenpaw did not sleep in the apprentices den. The only times he even considered the opinion was in the late afternoon, when all other paws were off patrolling and training and he could comfortable take a power nap knowing no one would disturb him or take advantage of his vulnerable state. But sometimes he made a mistake - like how he concluded last night's star-watching and "rested his eyes" for a moment. So it startled him when a thump brought him out of the unexpected slumber he had been in. "I wasn't sleeping" he replied coolly, quickly sitting up and trying hard to blink away the drowsiness in his eyes.

    He looked down at the vole, then at his sister, then frowned at her. "Of course you want help" he said with a huff, pushing himself to his paws. He doubted his sister would ever want to spend quality time with Flaxen just for the sake of it. Whatever - not like he wanted to waste his time with her either. "I prefer frogs. And making sure the code is upheld and the Queens and Elders have eaten first," he told her pointedly, pushing his way out of the den and leaving the vole for her to pick up, "so you can eat it"


    Glaring at the sunlight that burned his eyes, Flaxenpaw would turn around and wait for his sister to push herself out of the den as well. While he liked privacy, he didn't enjoy talking within the closed space of the den. "What do you want?" he'd question, raising a brow at her. It was unusual for his bull-headed sister to ask HIM of all cats for advice, what with her constantly shoving judgements down his throat.


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    Crowpaw couldn't help but roll her eyes at her sibling as she managed to bite back a snarky retort in order to keep the peace, starclan knows she needed to keep the peace around here. "m'pretty sure they are fed...heavy quotes around 'pretty sure'" she chuckled softly, she was slow to follow Flaxenpaw but after a moment of hesitation she too exited the den with the plump vole clenched between her teeth. She didn't know he had a preference for frogs, hell she barely knew anything about her brother, which both saddened and delighted her. "Well while the warriors are picking ticks from the elders backs I'd figure we go and look for this bear lurking around our territory, I can't sleep anymore at night knowing this...thing is lurking around" she sighed softly, a rare form of gentleness flowed throughout her tone -- a hint of desperation also filling her voice the more she drawled on. "You're the bravest cat I know..and I really need your help with this"


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    "'Pretty sure' is spoken word for half assed attempt" he informed his sister, irritated. For someone trying to 'keep the peace' she sure was pressing all the right buttons. "That's an apprentice's job - our job - and you know it" hissed the dark tabby, stopping in his tracks as he whirls around to glare at her. He suddenly doesn't feel too keen to help her arrogant sister in any way now.

    But before he could snap that he wouldn't do anything for her until she did her duties, she spoke. It had been...a long time since Crowpaw talked to him in such a gentle way. For a long time, actually, it was hard for Flaxen to really see her as a sister, the way they butted heads and then never spoke until they butted heads again. Sometimes, he forgot he was supposed to be her big brother.

    But then she spoke, and he remembered.


    "fine. But only because you acknowledge that i'm the greatest" he said, puffing out his chest as he turned around and headed for the camp entrance, not waiting for her but knowing she'd catch up. "As soon as we find it's den though, we come back, got it? We can't do anything against a bear - though I bet I could do more than most" he licks his lips, salivating at the thought of defeating an actual bear - but he forces himself to shake the thought away. He wasn't so vain he thought he could actually take on and survive a bear attack. Especially not if he spent most of the attack worrying if his sister would be ok.

    But she didn't need to know that.


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    Crowpaw gently sank her teeth into the soft flesh of the vole in a successful attempt to thwart the vile nonsense she was about to spew, relax, relax, there will be time for this later. The molly grumbled softly and gently spat the small creature when she was sure her brother wasn't looking, starclan knows he'd chew her out for wasting food as well. But without a moment to lose she bounded after flaxenpaw, a skip in her step and a bright smile worn along her features, surprised and relieved that he failed to surface the 'no apprentice leaves the camp without a warrior' rule.


    Crowpaw was sure they'd find traces of the beast in the farther etches of the territory, it couldn't be too hard to find with the bear being taller than a twoleg monster and wide enough to use their literal camp as a nest. Then again Crowpaw has never even seen a bear before, what even were they? Big cats with really short tails? Could they even speak? It both confused and allured the apprentice the more she thought about it, and soon enough she found her thoughts verbalizing into the most stupid of questions, "You think the bear would understand us if we talked to it? Do bears have their own little clan too? Are more bears gonna come after us?". It was hard to stop when it was just beginning, but the apprentice managed to bite her tongue to keep herself from spewing more nonsense. She wasn't sure how Flaxen would handle her questions, but from past experiences shed expect it to be negative.


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    Flaxenpaw would walk with confidence as he followed the usual trails through the territory. His goal was to remain useful even while doing Crowpaw this favor, so he would be making his way towards the border to check the scent marks. He felt rather brave, despite the dangers he knew he and his sister might be in. He was pretty sure it was just him, but Crowpaw quivering behind him and babbling like an idiot really did help. "Don't be dumb, bears probably have tiny brains to make up for their big size - why else would they traverse through clan cat territory. I doubt they can talk to their own kind, let alone us" he said over his shoulder. He studied his sister, at the quiet strain in her voice. He rolled his shoulders and sighed, turning his attention away. "I'm sure they don't. We'd have been attacked already. It's probably just the one bear, and she's probably already plenty sick and weak as it is, being far from whatever place she came from" his voice remains with the usual matter-of-fact "don't be stupid" kind of tone, but it's gentler, in a way. I mean, in actuality, Flax has no idea if Bears have clans or are coming - in fact, he himself would be trembling at the thought, wondering too if that possibility might be looming over their horizon...But he stays firm and steady, and lies with ease. Because as irritating and arrogant and rude as Crowpaw could be...he doesn't like hearing that fear in her voice. He's still her big brother, believe it or not.

    "I'm pretty sure we won't even spot a bear track out here, it's probably long gone. So congrats, Crowpaw, you're wasting my time yet again" he adds, including a bit of his typical snark so that she believes it's still normal him talking. And that she doesn't suspect he actually gives a tail about her feelings. Gross!


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