Talonstrike twitched his whiskers as he sat outside the den. His sister had gone off on a solitary hunt earlier in the day. Now the tomcat sat waiting for her. He knew that Flickeringflames would come back in complete disarray as she always did. Dragging dirt and mud all throughout the camp and into her nest which was situated right next to his. The large tom curled a lip slightly at the thought of waking up once more with mud caked into his fur. He wouldn’t let his sister get the chance to dirty their nests though. He would make sure that her fur was clean before letting her into the den.

Flickeringflames on the other hand had been quite successful on her hunt. She had managed to catch at least two birds and a nicely sized rabbit. That had been a wonderful chase. She carried them proudly to the camp with her head held high. She hadn’t noticed that her brother had been waiting for her as she dropped her catch on the fresh kill pile. The chestnut colored she-cat nearly jumped out of her skin as her brother silently walked up to her with a soft grunt, quickly pulling her closer with his paw as he quickly started cleaning the dirt and mud from her pelt. “Talonstrike! You’re embarrassing me…!” Flickeringflames hissed softly