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Winterpaw looked over to the lazy sack of seeds that laid next to her, and although her eyes were still bleary herself, she figured that the duo couldn't spend the whole day asleep, especially with the situation the way it was. Things were tense, which made the lives of kadets in that moment a bit tricky, since most training had been called off when the panic began. "Wakey, wakey, eggs and backey," she murmured to her sister, shaking her again.
Springpaw muttered to herself anf rolled away from her sister, a vague mid-sleep frown appearing on her face. "Mmmrrph....go 'way," she murmured, burrowing her face deeper into her body and committing to at least another hour of rest. "Don't y' know 'm distressed..."
"You're gonna be distressed if you don't stop bein lazy," Winterpaw meowed as she nudged Springpaw again. There was an anxiety in the way she moved; maybe that was why she wanted her sister to be ip, just so she wasn't up alone. "C'mon, Spring, ya got your whole life to sleep."
Springpaw finally peeled her eyes open, immediately regretting her decision. "Uugggghhhhhh," she groaned blinking a few more times before slowly rising on unsteady paws. "I'm awake, I'm awake! Jeez, who woulda thought my own sister would be some kinda sadist..." She paused, taking a moment to get her bearings. "How're you this fine mornin', then...?"
"Isn't my smiling face exactly what you want to see when you first wake up?" she asked, trying to pretend that she wasn't completely relieved that Springpaw was now cognicent and could suffer through the anarchy of the group with her. "I prefer the term 'looking out for my sister's best interests', though, not sadist," she huffed. "To answer your question, pretty terrible seemingly as the whole world seems to be falling down, Ravenclaw keeps looking at me weird, and well, let's go."
"Why go out there when we can stay in here and try pretend we're somewhere else entirely?" Springpaw muttered. "And - wait, what's this about Ravenclaw?" she asked, peering outside the den nervously.
"Because, we've been following that logic for like two days now and I'm getting ansty," she admitted, shifting her paws. "Oh, did I not tell you about that?" she then meowed, wincing slightly. "I may or may not have attracted the attention of a tom and I'm not entirely sure I want it, and now he just looks at me and talks to me a lot and...."
Springpaw frowned. "Sounds like he's planning to kill you. Get that checked out," she said, before pulling her head quickly back into the den. "Oh jeez, I think someone just saw me stick my head out. An we were doing so well keeping a low profile, too..." she murmured wistfully. "...Apart from the Ravenclaw thing, I guess. Should we go out, then?"
"Is it bad to hope he does?" she asked, although it was clear the situation did not ring well with her. It made her nervous, super nervous. "If we're already noticed, yeah, we should. Maybe we could uh do something for ma and the kits? She's real worried about Pearly, and maybe we could like catch her a snack?"
"Sure," Springpaw nodded, padding out of the den. "...I mean, the Clan is in ruins and I feel like we're seconds away from total societal collapse and we start fighting each other for prey, so I guess its better to hunt now than later," she murmured. "Where can we go where there's, like, hopefully no one around?"
"We could always go to where that party was, can't we?" Winterpaw had gone as a member of the quetioning class that went to the extravagayzna "I mean, it was in rogue territory so probably no one will be able to harvest us for our organs probably?"
"Oh, the gay one?" Springpaw asked. She herself had considered going, though she'd been more interested at the prospect of free food than she had been anything else. "Yeah, that could work....Do you think there's any leftovers there?"
"Yeah, that one," she agreed before she glanced at her sister, raising one cat-brow. "You're kidding me, right?" she asked, although she was pretty sure that Springpaw wasn't kidding her. "Even if they were, you'd probably die if you ate it," she decided after a moment, before her paws strated to lead the duo in the right diretion.
"I'll risk it," Springpaw muttered darkly. "Did you say we're going to rogue territory? Sounds like barely a half-step below the chances of someone harvesting our organs."
"I mean, I guess you're not wrong," she admitted with a shrug. "But hey, at least if we are in the rogue territories, there's a chance that BrookClan will spontaniously implode and we won't be there to see it, and that feels like some sort of plus. Unless you're a fraidy cat rabbit, in which case I'll make sure to tell everyone that you didn't want to go on an adventure that I did."
"They already know me as a fraidy-cat rabbit," Springpaw muttered, but she eventually shrugged. "You've convinced me, what with all the talk of BrookClan imploding. Gay Treehouse it is."
"Do they?" Winterpaw tried to sound surprised when she meowed this. "At least they don't know you as Stick Up Her Rear," she meowed as she started towards the said gay treehouse. "Although I'm pretty sure rumor is that you were the one who started to get cats to call me that," she called over her shoulder to her sister.
"That's a bold-faced lie," Springpaw said, though she didn't put any real passion behind it. "...But it does seem like something I'd do. In fact, it's more likely that I just plain don't remember starting it," she admitted. "It's no better than 'fraidy-cat', but I dunno if it's worse."
Winterpaw raised a brow as she shook her head. "Maybe I'll just have to start and forget I started fraidy-cat," she teased her sister as they walked. As soon as the left the camp, a weight lifted off of her shoulders; at least in the territory, there was a reasonable expectation they would be alone.
Like her sister, Springpaw noticed an immediate change in the atmosphere once they left the camp. "Finally," she muttered through clenched teeth, still somewhat unwilling to let her guard down and relax. "Doesn't matter who calls you a fraidy-cat or Stick-Up-Your-Rear out here."
