That other cat was none other than her own adopted brother, Bearshadow; the word adopted being used lightly, for he seen his siblings as his very own flesh and bone. Bearshadow had just gotten back from hunting, a large plumb hare hanging loosely from his jaws. He had worked endlessly all morning and afternoon to work hard to get this stupid hare; it was quite elusive, and kept finding different hiding places that was hard to find. In the end, though, Bearshadow won, and now the little rascal was ready to be eaten.

When Acaciasea had almost ran into him, he side-stepped and let her stumble along and find her balance again, a short laugh leaving his throat. "Woah there, sis," He began, "you gotta watch out! I don't want you getting hurt, silly."

She gave a small huff as she saw it was none other than her own brother, rolling her eyes and sighing. "Probably should'a just rain into. Might knock some sense into the both of us," she teased lightly, padding the rest of the way to the fresh-kill pile and grabbing a mouse for herself. The fluffy furred feline turned, and moved over to sit with a giant huff of air beside her mother. She often used her own sass to banter with those she felt most comfortable around; Bearshadow being no exception.

Acaciasea snorted in amusement, crouching low and batting at his chest rather pitifully. Comparing her size to his towering frame was like comparing a mountain to a hill; her short stature and petite frame often came as a disadvantage. "I'm sure we can arrange that," she joked playfully, eyes flashing with amusement. It almost reminded her of the days she spent with them when she was younger; springing and tackling her siblings. Learning how to fight before even being trained to do so.