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Molepaw usually didn't hold many thoughts in his head at any given moment in time and this moment in time was no different. "La di da di da," he hummed softly to himself, watching an incredibly juicy rabbit park itself right in front of him. "Hi, Mr Rabbit!" he said. "You look delicious! I wish I was a warrior apprentice so I learned how to catch you. But I'm just a garden keeper apprentice, so I don't think I'm qualified. Sorry."
The rabbit stayed still for two whole minutes before it finally left, extremely slowly.
Hippopaw burst through a bush, his plump body shaking like gelatin as he gave chase to the fleeing rabbit. Alas, the rabbit smartly picked up its pace at the detection of a real threat and quickly found safety in its warren. Empty-pawed, the sand-colored tom stomped back to his den-mate, his eyes amber slits. "Molepaw! I watched that whole thing," he revealed hotly. "The rabbit was practically in your lap! Why didn't you catch it?" Wasting food was the number one way to get on Hippopaw's nerves. Refusing to catch it altogether was number two.
Molepaw shrugged slowly. "Well, I'm a garden keeper apprentice," he said, also very slowly, "so I didn't know if I was allowed or not. Or if I know how. I tried to catch a leaf that was lying on the ground the other day and I missed and hurt myself. Sorry, Hippopaw." Molepaw looked down at the ground, having at least the self-awareness to be embarrassed.
Hippopaw sighed, his anger dissipating into exasperation. "Right, garden keeper apprentice. You didn't know if you were allowed to catch it because you're a garden keeper apprentice..." He sat back onto his haunches, frowning. "Great, so some poor kit will at least be able to smell the roses tonight while they sleep empty-bellied." That was a bit rude — he regretted it immediately. But he wasn't quite ready to let the rabbit go.
She didn't make a habit of getting involved in other cats' business, except for when she made their business her own (which was...often...), but hearing her brother's perpetually absent voice and another more aggressive tone, Sunpaw couldn't help herself. "Maybe if you weren't so slow, you could have caught it, Mr. Warrior Apprenrice," she snarled, pushing herself right up to Hippopaw until their noses were touching.
Hippopaw was already feeling embarrassed by his out-of-character outburst, and now he’d somehow gotten himself entangled with this cat. His better judgment told him to not provoke the she-cat further, but he had too much pride to allow someone to go maw-to-scarred maw with him and not serve it back. Plus, he couldn’t ignore a perceived disparaging remark regarding his extra fluff. “Who you callin’ slow, small stack?”
That comment made Sunpaw three times the size of her normal height, her mane of cream fur flooring outward and threatening to consume the both of them. "I'm calling you slow, ya BIG BUMBLIN' BAFFOON! Who do you think you are talking to bubs like that huh?! He might not be..." She cast a pitying glance over at Molepaw. "...sharp all the time, but it's not your job," the heat reentered her voice, "to make him feel bad about it!"
“I didn’t mean to make him feel bad ,” he meowed defensively. “The rabbit was just — you know what, forget it.” He was bewildered that Sunpaw was involving herself in something that had nothing to do with her. He hadn’t been berating Molepaw. Or had he? Perhaps his bigger size could make him seem like a bully. And Sunpaw was probably just being defensive because it was her brother. He had no siblings — let alone family — to play secret service to, so he couldn’t relate. Still, he wasn’t fond of Sunpaw’s inflammatory tone. He had an itch to cuff her over her ear, but decided to heed Molepaw’s plea instead. “It’s just a rabbit. We’re making a mountain out of a molehill here (hehe).” He turned to Molepaw. “I apologize if I made you… feel bad.”
Molepaw cheered up instantly. "Oh no, you didn't do anything like that!" he purred. "Sunpaw's just sticking her nose into things where it doesn't belong, isn't she, Sunny? I don't even know if I'm biologically capable of being upset!"
Sunpaw draped her tail protectively across Molepaw's shoulder like a fluffy shawl, but her antagonism seemed to fade, sated for now. "Good, everyone's happy now," she declared. "Maybe Hippopaw should teach us some hunting techniques so you can catch the prey next time," she added, glimpsing between the toms. She had a basic understanding of hunting since she practiced with Fisherpaw, but it never hurt to have more teachers, right? Plus, Hippopaw was surprisingly nimble given his...roundness.
