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Wolfpaw was a grump. He always strayed further than the other apprentices, preferring to keep to himself. He wasn't always like this. He was once a boisterous young tom with a smile on his face. But, ever since witnessing the death of his brother and sister, Nightflash and Hurricanepaw, he changed. Now the only constant in his life was a scowl on his face.
The trainee poked around at the fresh kill pile as he tried to decide what to eat, but due to his picky diet, he couldn't find anything he liked. With a sigh, he turned from the pile and descended towards the entrance of the camp, ready to go out and find some bird to eat.
Roaringsun had the unusual hobby of.... to put it blatantly, stalking his siblings. The brothers were more alike than they realized; both scarred horribly from the death of their family, taking it out in not-so-different ways. He noticed his younger brothers irritability and slowly began to follow him out of camp, picking up the pace a few yards out to brush past his junior. He flicked his patched tail in greeting.
Wolfpaw knew he was following him again. And though as much as it grinded his gears, he walked along without a care in the world. When Roaringsun decided to make himself known, Wolfpaw let out a grunt in greeting, coming to a halt and staring at the ginger tabby tom. "Whatcha up to, bro?" Wolfpaw asked, his tail lashing out behind him in annoyance.
"Eh.. Not much myself. I figured you could use some company, being that you were practically playing with the fresh-kll pile." A hint of amusement rang in his voice as he spoke and he ended his statement with a small smirk forming on his maw.
Wolfpaw couldn't help but to grin at his brother's comment. He always knew how to put him in a good mood, even though he was a serial stalker. "I'm hungry, is all. Nothing in the pile looked appetizing to me, so I guess I'll just hunt."
"Hunting is always easier in pairs." Roaringsuns voice was coarse and broken, just as the smile he flashed his younger brother. "What were you in the mood for? I've seen the frozen lake has begun to thaw in the middle, finally. You in the mood to try fishing?" When was the last time they had a hunt together? Surely it had to have been when Wolfpaws litter was promoted. Geeze, little late on that, I guess. Although it was just like Roaringsun to barely be involved in family life; 'keeping tabs', as he liked to call his creepy habbit, was the closest he would ever get to forming some sort of relationship with his kin. Maybe with everything that's going on he should make some sort of effort? But was that like him? Not really.
"Hunting is something I prefer to do alone," Wolfpaw replied, yet Roaringsun still continued to go on about hunting in frozen lakes and catching fish. A fish did sound good, and it caused his stomach to grumble loudly. He let out a laugh full of embarrassment. He stopped in his tracks and looked at the sky overhead; the sun was beginning to set, casting them in a heavenly golden light. Wolfpaw pondered whether he should talk his brother out of going so he could go alone, or just go with his brother. He finally chose the latter, speaking up, "Fine. We can go."
The pale ginger tom nodded and lead his brother on the down the trail where the frozen lake sat. Thin ice just barely seperate the cats from the pool of hypothermia below. Glimpses of fish every here or there could be seen scattering as large paws no-so-delicately stepped onto the frozen waters. He paused for a moment, letting his calloused paw pads adjust to the slippery surface. Claws slightly unsheathed for grip, Roaringsun flicked his tail left and right as he slowly made his way to the small circle of exposed water in the center.
