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"Of course I know where I'm going," Sunpaw responded over her shoulder, electing to ignore Weevilpaw for a solid three seconds before deigning to acknowledge him. "Well bubbie, if you have such a sensitive stomach, why do you eat before we go Carrion Catching anyway? I mean, really, you should think about these things before stuffing your face." Prattling like a mother hen aside, she picked up her pace, weaving expertly around briars and the reaching thorn bushes, and glanced over her shoulder just in time to see one catch onto Weevilpaw's tail.
Vulturepaw watched the interaction between the two siblings, feeling a pang of longing to be close to someone like this. It was just him, since his parents died. They weren't really anyone in the Clan, just two warriors that lived a life dedicated to their Clan. His mother had been proud of him for becoming a medicine cat - his father, not so much. They were both taken out by some sickness that even Greythorn didn't understand, all which was part of Vulturepaw becoming a medicine cat.
"I mean," Vulturepaw started with a small smile, trotting up to Sunpaw's side, "I'm sure this was not how he planned on his afternoon going."
She sighed deeply and stopped, turning to pat Vulturepaw on the shoulder. "Listen here birdie, don't let his mumblin' and bumblin' fool you. Bubbie here knows way better by now than to think his afternoons are ever going to go the way he plans them to." She smiled knowingly and winked. "You'll learn that too if you're gonna be hanging with us a lot. Which you have to now; you have a nickname. Sorry, I don't make the rules." Sunpaw traipsed back to where her brother was disentangle himself, poorly she would add, from the briars, reaching a paw out to adeptly finish the job herself. Training as a Garden Keeper (and their mother's apprentice no less) had some perks!
With large, blinking eyes, Vulturepaw took a step back. This was not at all how he figured his day was going to go. First from being teased to a skeleton treasure hunt, and then now being dubbed 'birdie'? He just watched Sunpaw as she made her way back over to her ensnared sibling.
Giving his head a quick shake, he trotted over to the two, already sniffing the air for blood. "Make sure he's not cut up," Vulturepaw reminded her.
