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Breezepaw's stride drifted to a halt and his tall ears twitched as he turned, regarding the clanmate bouncing his way with a mild annoyance. Beyond him sprawled the training meadow; and beyond that, a cottontail jolted from beneath brambles and shot away from its would-be hunter. It didn't pay to dwell on the what ifs so, fleeing prey pushed out his mind, the ink-striped tabby regained his composure and signature smirk. "You owe me a rabbit for that," he jibbed, only partially teasing.
"I think you'll find you owe me a squirrel," came an annoyed voice in reply. "You may want to try looking around you before you go walking into other cat's hunts next time," said Strawberrypaw, stepping across Breezepaw's path. What little sympathy she might have had for his supposed lost catch was clouded by the very real annoyance of having lost prey she was almost on top of because of another cat's scent, of all things - and annoyance at herself that she hadn't been able to catch the squirrel in time anyway. "That rabbit would have heard you coming if you got any closer with that stride, anyway."
Her frostiness took him off guard, but Breezepaw thought better of a similarly snippy response. "Sorry," he grumbled back, though only half-heartedly. It might have sounded more genuine had he not been a victim of Strawberrypaw's signature thorn-laden attitude, but that was neither here nor there at this point. "We can call it even, then. I cost you a squirrel, and you cost me a rabbit." He didn't feel inclined to acknowledge her final statement, having much more faith in his silent feet than she did.
"A rabbit that you wouldn't have caught in the first place," said Strawberrypaw firmly, unwilling to let her point slide. Breezepaw might be above snippiness, but she wasn't. Something had always bugged her about Breezepaw that had very little to do with his personality - there was something in the structure of his face, the way that he walked, that just irked her in a way that she could never put a paw on. Besides that, he was an outsider, and remained one to her no matter that he had spent several moons in the clan already. "You sounded like a badger clomping around."
"I'm trying to make amends!" Annoyed that his attempts at restoring peace were shrugged off, his tone heard a flare of spite enter it. He wasn't sure what Strawberrypaw's problem with him was, given this was their first genuine encounter, but it vexed him that she was so determined to pin the blame on him.
"Really? I didn't hear an apology," huffed Strawberrypaw, black and orange pelt bristling. There was a good chance the prey that she'd lost should have been within her reach anyway, had she been a slightly better hunter, but it was far easier to squash that thought down under the weight of a righteous anger towards Breezepaw for scaring it off. And that came easy to her. Always place the blame before they could pin it to you.
"I said sorry," snapped Breezepaw, resisting the urge to curl his lip up at her. Whatever measures he was taking to reduce the choler straining in his tone were beginning to snap as quickly as he was, the prick of anger like ice shard in his veins. It wasn't a welcome feeling to him; all it reminded him of was his last winter, when his heart felt colder than the alpine heights of WinterClan.
Maybe it was the initial rush of anger in her ears that stopped her from hearing it properly the first time, or maybe it was the flood of it running through her veins that made her immediately forget it. Either way, Strawberrypaw was not pleased to realize she had made a mistake. "Guess I only heard the part where you blamed me for you losing that rabbit," she muttered.
Can't she just acknowledge she's wrong? thought the tom ruefully. "I was mostly joking," he grumbled. Had he been actually set on his prey, it never would have gotten away in the first place- that was one thing Breezepaw was certain of. Moons of a wandering lifestyle had conditioned him to learn quickly, move silently, and never miss a catch unless he wanted someone else to be aware that he was nearby. It also explained his lack of fighting prowess; not much went into preparing himself for a fight, as any injuries he incurred would be his to tend to, and he didn't know the first thing about healing.
If he was waiting for an acknowledgement of wrongdoing, he was going to have to wait several years for the possibility that Strawberrypaw might mature into a self-confident warrior, and it was entirely possible that she would never get such a handle on her issues. But picking physical fights with your clanmates after they had apologized was difficult to defend to your elders, and Strawberrypaw cared about her status in NightClan. "Well, if you were joking," she said, the confrontational tinge not gone from her voice but fading ever so slightly. "Just watch where you're going next time and we're good."
Though this did not entirely subdue his rising annoyance, it did count for something. Breezepaw could pick his battles, and a battle of getting Strawberrypaw to apologize herself was not one he considered worth his time. "If you'd like for me to repay you for the lost prey," inwardly he groaned, before he finished with, "you just have to say when. I'll do it anytime."
He didn't want to extend an offer to her, but if there was any chance of them being able to work seamlessly as clanmates, he was willing, though reluctant.
A sense of satisfaction, or rather relief, washed over Strawberrypaw. "Ah, well," she said, the smile on her face turning a little smug even if she didn't necessarily mean it to. "I'll have to keep that in mind for later. I doubt there's much prey left around here now." She squashed an urge to say something along the lines of because you've been stomping around. Breezepaw was being nice, she could be nice too. Right?
How long Strawberrypaw's newfound willingness to reserve her attitude would last was anyone's guess, but it wasn't something he planned to dwell on. "Well, with that in mind.... would you like to patrol the borders with me? Or..." He trailed off as a nefarious gleam caught in his goldenrod gaze, and he carried on to goad the she-cat, "Maybe you'd be too scared. Never know, we could encounter foxes or twolegs."
Strawberrypaw snorted, the fire of a competitive anger sparking up in her belly. "Foxes and twolegs? In this clan, we don't leave our borders unprotected just because we're scared of a little fox-fight or an overgrown hairless thing that doesn't even have teeth or claws. I could use a little fighting practice, anyway," she said, her claws coming out to dig into the soft soil beneath her feet.
Her emphasis on 'this clan' left a sour taste in Breezepaw's mouth that he tried his best to swallow. "Then let's go," he grumbled a little more venomously than intended, an instant pang of regret blitzing through him as he tried to convince himself that Strawberrypaw hadn't meant anything by it. He didn't have much success in doing so, turning to hide his expression and shouldering through the undergrowth towards the borders.
