CONVINCE ME ! birch/froth

[elmfrost]

Why did Frothpaw have to be involved? If there was going to be trouble, he wouldn't be too upset if it was caused by another apprentice, after all he could be as emotionless about it as possible.But no, with Frothpaw being the one to blame, it made things worse. Somewhere deep in his belly, he couldn't help but feel frustrated with the ginger tom. He knew they were on rough terms with the water clan, yet, for some reason he was still down there, obviously confronting a tom who was a hell of a lot more experienced. They were both in the wrong, but somehow, he felt like it was his brother was mostly to blame. Of course, none of these thoughts showed across the tom's face as he moved forward in long, powerful movements, his body lowered into the ground slightly, tail trailing still behind him. Vivid blue eyes grazed the grass ahead of him, his ears swivelled back to follow the sounds of the tom trailing behind him. In a way, he was disappointed the tom had been involved, and that he'd somehow managed to convince the cats they needed to be there (as tasting the scents had given away they hadn't been there till Frothpaw had arrived). Of course, voicing this wasn't at the top of his priority list. Right now, he was focusing on moving back into the heartlands of the territory, away from the border. He had told Birchpaw to meet him out there much earlier, for a quick hunt together after his solo trip, and to himself, he was hoping the two brothers would get back in time. If he could help it, he'd try to keep from telling Birchpaw about what Frothpaw had been caught doing, but part of his guessed she'd find out somewhere. Moving up one of the territories hills, he finally gave a small sigh, turning his head to look back at the ginger and white tom. "You know I'll have to tell Stripestar." he meowedsoftly. The words were a statement, not so much a question and, it was only upon reaching the top of the hill, that he drew to a haul, long enough to turn around to face the ginger and white tom. Standing thoughtfully in front of the tall tom, he studied the apprentice with a thoughtfully blank expression. What could he honestly say to him that would fully rope up what had happened? Irritation surfaced in his chest again, and for once, he let a breath of air escape between his slightly parted lips, a clear sign from those who knew him, that he was more than annoyed. "Why?" The word was clear,smooth and loaded with a whole sentence. After all, he was never one to speak it all out. Looking at the tom with clear blue eyes, he waited for a response, for why the tom was there, why he'd reacted the way he did, why he thought the older tom was annoyed. Flicking an ear, however, the tom looked up to the sky, taking careful note of where the sun was. Birchpaw would be around this area any moment. Giving the tom another directed look that indicated the importance of the younger cat to hurry and spill it out, Elmfrost settled himself in the grass, waiting as patiently as his nerves on the she-cat hearing them would let him. [bg=1c1c31][atrb=width,400][atrb=border,0,true]

[twi]

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[atrb=background,http://i52.tinypic.com/2vuf0c7.jpg] Why’d he have to show up? Not that Frothpaw didn’t look up to his brother, but really? That was the worst possible time Elmfrost could have ever shown up, and the tom felt awful about it. For the first time in his life he wanted to simply shrink away into nothing as he followed slowly behind his older brother, tail, ears, and head low. He kept his blue-green eyes downcast and face solemn, wishing more than anything that he could teleport somewhere, anywhere else. He’d rather be in the heart of RiverClan territory now than be right here, right now. He felt awful being dragged away like this by his brother, and, though he loved the other tom with everything he had and admired him with his entire being, Frothpaw really and truly wished he was with someone else at the moment. But, even if trailing guiltily behind his brother made Frothpaw want to disappear… He wasn’t ashamed of what he’d just gone through. If anything, he was proud of himself. He’d defended his territory from RiverClan cats. That was something to be proud about, right? Sure maybe he egged them on, and the fight didn’t have to happen, but that… That Slatepaw. He’d had it coming for him from the very start. A scowl scarred the ginger and white apprentice’s face as he remembered the other tom. Frothpaw shouldn’t be the one getting into trouble; it should be Slatepaw! He’d been the one to cross borders! Frothpaw had only defended it. Surely there was nothing wrong with that, right? But just how quiet his brother was being… It was deafening. It truly was amazing how Elmfrost could be so quiet, and yet speak volumes in his silence. It was about to drive the apprentice mad, his mind reeling of jumbled emotions and jarring memories of the border skirmish, when he jumped slightly at his brother’s sudden voice. “You know I’ll have to tell Stripestar.” Frothpaw halted abruptly, just barely avoiding smashing into his brother, and his eyes flashed up to meet his sibling’s. Then, catching the other tom’s gaze, Frothpaw’s anger melted and he was reduced to goop, molded under the warrior’s paws. He dropped his gaze and sat, slouched over, tail wrapping about his tall, lean legs. Pointedly avoiding eye contact, Frothpaw glared at a nearby rock as he answered, a bit bitterly, “But why? I didn’t do anything. I was defending our territory, Elmfrost; you saw that RiverClan apprentice on our land, didn’t you? And the other one too! The she-cat! I was only sticking up for our Clan. Isn’t that what a warrior would do?” During his speech, Frothpaw’s eyes slowly found their way back up into his sibling’s, and then gained intensity as he continued on, confidence radiating within their depths. He was simply so sure he’d done the right thing then; he had no idea what he was getting into trouble for. “Why?” Frothpaw flinched, and once more dropped his gaze, returning to the crumpled-like state he’d been to before. No matter how co.cky this apprentice pretended to be, he simply couldn’t stand up to his brother; the one soul he looked up to with so much. This was the apprentice who could run his mouth off to any one being, but when it came to Elmfrost… Well, he had so much difficulty in it. He just couldn’t bring himself to do it. Frothpaw shook his head slowly, and shrugged in defeat. He couldn’t fight back against his brother, no matter how much he thought he was right. “You didn’t see the whole thing, Elmfrost… He was… They were egging it on. They asked for it. And then when Slatepaw jumped the border…” He shook his head. “He called me a coward. And I may as well say that I didn’t…” Looking his brother in the eye here, he finished, “… Swing the first blow. He attacked me.” [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true]

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[spideh]

Birchpaw's paws slapped the ground with an irregular intensity that hinted at her consternation. Oh, it wasn't that she wasn't excited about hunting with her older brother, because she definitely was and there was a certain thrill to knowing that he wanted her along with him on this hunt, but Birchpaw was concerned about something else entirely. Was there some particular reason her brother wanted her to come on this hunt? Was he going to tell her something important or break something troublesome to her? Thinking that made her pause in her thinking, and she slowed down a little bit, grinning at her silliness. What, just because your older brother decided to invite you on a hunt with him, you think something's wrong? That's not nice. Birchpaw smirked, flicking her long tail and taking another step, deciding that she was just being paranoid and silly. Everything was fine and she'd have a great hunt with Elmfrost without having to worry about Frothpaw and keeping him out of trouble.

It wasn't like she didn't enjoy her brother's company, she loved him dearly and found his immaturity and fiesty nature endearing and amusing at times, though she'd never tell anyone that without claws being held to her throat first, because all siblings were like that, and Birchpaw and Frothpaw were similiar. He'd probably never admit to being fond of her, even with the claws and threats. She rolled her eyes as she strode down the well-worn path. That was her brother. But while the she-cat loved him dearly, that didn't mean that she liked to spend every moment of her life with him. Birchpaw didn't mind getting a few moments to herself and a whole hunt that, as far as she was aware, Frothpaw hadn't been invited to sounded simply amazing. Birchpaw was going to really enjoy the chance to catch up with her older brother, the cat that both her and Frothpaw looked up to and admired, with good reason, for Elmfrost was a great warrior. She was sure to pick up a few tips from him while hunting with him today.

Thinking of this brought a little bit of a spring to her step and she bounded easily down the path, taking the occasional sniff to make sure that she didn't go flying past the spot where they'd meet. She found it, finally, and was surprised to find that there was no one there. Confused and a little disappointed, the she-cat sat down and neatly wrapped her tail around her haunches, staring around her as she waited for Elmfrost to appear. Her heart was beating quickly, excited. Maybe she was more excited than she would be for any normal hunt, but this was Elmfrost. And she was eager to show him what she'd learned so far. The she-cat's tail twitched with growing impatience as she continued to wait, fur moving in the wind's breeze. After a long while, complete with narrowed eyes and agitated movements, she heard a voice that she could recognize anywhere. Frothpaw. Jeez. What now? Birchpaw turned and trotted toward the voice, coming in to see Elmfrost and Frothpaw facing each other, and in time to catch Frothpaw's last words, “… Swing the first blow. He attacked me.”

Uh. Do what now? Birchpaw strode forward, eyes narrowed in confusion and suspicion. "What was that, Frothpaw? You were attacked? When? Did you start it?" She probably sounded just a little judgemental with that comment, but she wasn't terribly worried about his feelings right now, because she was definitely more concerned about the fact that Elmfrost and he had been talking about him getting attacked and that just wasn't going to do. And, of course, most important, "You're not hurt, are you?" She went to his side, nosing his shoulder as she smelled for blood. The thought that someone might've seriously hurt her brother made her sick at heart, though she also knew that if Frothpaw was seriously hurt, Elmfrost wouldn't just be standing there, doing nothing. She looked from Frothpaw to Elmfrost, eyes demanding an explanation. She didn't want to make herself a bother, but it didn't matter what she wanted when Frothpaw might've gotten himself into trouble again.

[elmfrost]

When the apprentice came to an abrupt stop, Elmfrost sighed again, facing the tom fully. His vivid blue gaze studied the tom once again, watching his every movement as he glared at a nearby rock. What did the rock ever do to deserve that? He was half-tempted to say that out loud, lighten the mood they’d fallen into, but really, he couldn’t bring himself to. This was serious, and as much as he hated that defeate dlook on the tom’s face, he wasn’t about to throw the importance away just to make him feel better. That wasn’t how things went and both toms knew that deep down. Maybe that was why Frothpaw seemed to slouch so much. “But why? I didn’t do anything. I was defending our territory, Elmfrost; you saw that RiverClan apprentice on our land, didn’t you? And the other one too! The she-cat! I was only sticking up for our Clan. Isn’t that what a warrior would do?”

He’d been interpreted wrong. He wasn’t about to start stabbing insults at the young tom, he was doing all that was right, but they needed to tell Stripestar, tell him that there were cats over the border and RiverClan ones at that. It wasn’t that he was going to have his brother punished for doing the right thing. Parting his jaws to speak that same thing, he stopped as Frothpaw spoke again, this time in almost a begging tone that made the warrior want to support his brother, confirm he’d done the right thing, support him like he always had. But, he didn’t move, just continued to watch the apprentice as he spoke. “You didn’t see the whole thing, Elmfrost… He was… They were egging it on. They asked for it. And then when Slatepaw jumped the border... He called me a coward. And I may as well say that I didn’t...” The tom pated her jaws ever so slightly, and at once stiffened ever so slightly. Holding up his tail to try and silence the tom, it didn’t work. “...Swing the first blow. He attacked me.”

If he hadn’t been now with an audience of family, he would have slapped himself with his paws of his eyes. Of course, of all the times Frothpaw could’ve been silent, he had to finish. Although Elmfrost knew how important it was to the tom, he could’ve waited, and avoided the series of questions that were about to be thrown at him by Birchpaw as she bounded up to the two toms. "What was that, Frothpaw? You were attacked? When? Did you start it?" Elmfrost looked at Birchpaw and flicked an ear, trying to convince the she-cat she should be quiet and not get involved, but with that, it was already too late. Now Frothpaw had to find two sets of answers. "You're not hurt, are you?" Elmfrost slowly climbed back to his paws, studying the two apprentices carefully. He could easily start lecturing them both, easy explain everything and act as a father like he did when they were younger, but neither of them needed that.

“He’s fine Birchpaw,” the tom meowed patiently, flicking the she-cat’s head softly with his tail, before meeting the ginger tom’s gaze with a look that read that they’d talk later. “Nor is he in trouble. RiverClan are just pressing borders again.” It seemed like the best thing to say and, flicking his tail in the same fashion against the tom’s forehead, Elmfrost let the smallest of smiles drift across his face. “Birchpaw,” He meowed, turning his attention back to the tabby. “Would you mind if Frothpaw joined us today?” The tom needed to put his energy somewhere, so hunting seemed the best place to start.

[twi]

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[atrb=background,http://i52.tinypic.com/2vuf0c7.jpg] “What was that, Frothpaw? You were attacked? When? Did you start it? You’re not hurt, are you” Oh no… Here she comes. The last she-cat on earth he wanted to see at that moment. Frothpaw bit back a groan, but couldn’t contain his exasperated eye roll when she approached. He stayed still as she nosed his shoulder, sighing to himself. Before he could answer, Elmfrost meowed, “He’s fine, Birchpaw.” Frothpaw glanced up at his brother for a moment, then flicked his eyes away, avoiding eye contact. Thinking, he answered each question in the order she’d said them. “… I was attacked, yes, just a second ago, no I didn’t start it, and no, I’m not hurt. That mouse brain RiverClan apprentice couldn’t hurt me. He only tackled me.” As the tom spoke about Slatepaw, distate was thick in his voice. His sea green-blue eyes narrowed as he spoke about the other Clan, but he released his anger in a short sigh. “Nor is he in trouble. RiverClan are just pressing borders again.” Once more, the tall apprentice glanced up into the eyes of his brother. Wait, he wasn’t in trouble? But… Ah, what a great relief that was. Frothpaw had been so worried his older brother, the one sitting here before him, the one he so looked up to, was angry with him. And that had simply scared the apprentice to no end; having Elmfrost mad at him was not something he wanted ever, ever again. Frothpaw flinched when his brother flicked his tail over his forehead, and couldn’t contain the small smile that followed, once more knowing that Elmfrost was the brother he was used to again, the one he so looked up to. From now on he’d do everything in his power to avoid those types of confrontations between the two of them; he hated it when his brother took on Cragfoot’s role of father like that… Even if the apprentice had simply overreacted just then anyway. “Birchpaw, would you mind if Frothpaw joined us today?” They had plans? Glancing to his sister questionably, Frothpaw tilted his head slightly, before getting to his paws. “You guys were going out today?” he asked them both, trying, but ultimately failing, in keeping the disappointed tone out of his voice as he asked that. Why had he not been invited? Why had Elmfrost wanted to spend time with Birchpaw instead of him? It hurt the apprentice a bit, stung under the skin, but Frothpaw stood taller, immediately wiping any sign of that off of him. “I mean, nah, I’ve got plans anyway. You two go do your thing, I’m good.” Pft, what a liar. What plans? He had nothing to do today anyway, and more than anything he wanted to spend time with his brother, but no way in StarClan’s name was he going to admit that. If they wanted to go out alone, without him, then so be it. Frothpaw could have his time later. With that, he turned and began trotting away, though in a slower pace, as if inviting one of them to say something like “Wait, no, come with us…” Meh, whatever. [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true]

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[spideh]

“He’s fine Birchpaw. Nor is he in trouble. RiverClan are just pressing borders again.” Birchpaw looked from Elmfrost to Frothpaw and back, shaking her head as Elmfrost flicked her head lightly and giving him a look. She made faces at her younger brother. Of course he was going to intrude on the one time that she got some time alone with her older brother, his older brother too, but she liked to think that she was more like him of the two. The thought made her feel special, and there wasn't a lot to make her feel special, for Birchpaw was quite average, despite her large size and pretty pelt. She was just a combination of two good things. There were plenty of big cats in the world, most of them toms, and there were plenty of pretty she-cats as well, she wasn't much of anything special as far as looks went, though she was usually one to draw a lot of looks for her unusual combination of height and pretty fur. Birchpaw didn't really mind that part of it at all.

“… I was attacked, yes, just a second ago, no I didn’t start it, and no, I’m not hurt. That mouse brain RiverClan apprentice couldn’t hurt me. He only tackled me.” Birchpaw scowled. "Why are you always the source of trouble around here? You simply must be the heart of everything, huh?" Birchpaw grimaced. Her brother did have to be a troublemaker, after all, there was no rest for the weary. How many times had she dragged him out of trouble and gotten no thanks whatsoever for it? Elmfrost had probably dragged him out of trouble today and gotten no thanks for it either. She pushed down the desire to snap at Frothpaw about being responsible and serving your clan first, because she didn't want to look like a lecturing brat in front of Elmfrost. Birchpaw bit her tongue and held back her more angry comments. "At least you're okay." She said, maternal instincts winning out.

Elmfrost then asked if she minded if Frothpaw came along on their hunt. ... Yes! But she wasn't going to say that. Her darling little brother had to go and ruin this for her, of course he did. She gritted her teeth and held in her comments again, feeling like a moron for thinking that she'd get any time away from him, when she spent her entire life babysitting for him and getting him out of hot water. He seemed surprised that they were going out without him and she rolled her eyes. Yes, Frothpaw, there are parts of this world that function without your permission. “I mean, nah, I’ve got plans anyway. You two go do your thing, I’m good.” With that, he turned and walked away, but Birchpaw saw right through his little act. "Don't walk away slowly, like you don't want us to call you back. Stop trying to get attention and just say that you want to come with us, because you do. I know you all too well, Frothpaw." His sister smirked at him. He was all too easy to read.

[elmfrost]

He really didn't need this, today of all days. There was a fight quickly approaching, and the fact apprentices were jumping borders to fight was not a calming one. If anything, it just made him more unsettled. The last thing the clans needed was to fight, he couldn't understand why they felt the need to. But they did, and he would still fight for them if he needed to. Birchpaw was still looking at her brother with almost an irritated look to her. Not that he blamed her. The one time the two of them were going to go out alone, Frothpaw had to do something stupid, so he needed supervision. As much as he loved his ginger brother, he felt Birchpaw deserved just as much attention, seeing as Cragfoot wasn't exactly the best father they could have had. Not to the youngest two anyways. “… I was attacked, yes, just a second ago, no I didn’t start it, and no, I’m not hurt. That mouse brain RiverClan apprentice couldn’t hurt me. He only tackled me.” He could pretty much see the relief in the apprentice as it finally registered that he wasn't in trouble. If it hadn't been that he was holding up his emotionless facade as per usual, he would have rolled his eyes. As much as Elmfrost wanted to raise the two to be good warriors, he wasn't their father, nor their mentor or anyone with remote power in the clan. He was their brother, and in being that, he'd rather brush it off. All he meant by telling Stripestar, was making sure he knew that RiverClan and their pressing the border was getting worse. "Why are you always the source of trouble around here? You simply must be the heart of everything, huh?" Elmfrost couldn't help but let a flicker of a smile cross his lips as Birchpaw started complaining at her litter mate. It was amusing, how close the two really were, even though they constantly fought. "At least you're okay." Giving a single note to show he agreed with the tabby's comment, he turned his attention back to Frothpaw, studying him for a moment with calm blue eyes. “You guys were going out today?” It took all the self control he had not to sigh right then. Yes they were going out. He hadn't seen Birchpaw hunting since she became an apprentice a few moons back, while he'd been supervising Frothpaw more than he needed to. It only seemed fair he gave his sister more attention. Without Frothpaw anyways. He knew the tom was probably upset by this revelation, but, this was why he hadn't been told. After all, Frothpaw had a way of taking things the wrong way when they weren't meant like that. “I mean, nah, I’ve got plans anyway. You two go do your thing, I’m good.” Shrugging, he watched the apprentice turn away. Looking toward Birchpaw, he saw she wasn't buying his act and, to himself, he let out a deep, rumbling sigh. Without fail he'd make a fuss. "Don't walk away slowly, like you don't want us to call you back. Stop trying to get attention and just say that you want to come with us, because you do. I know you all too well, Frothpaw." Looking at Birchpaw curiously, he smirked, leaning down to brush his tongue affectionately across the she-cat's ear. “I'll make it up to you,” he murmured softly, before standing up straight, again, giving a powerful shrug of his shoulder. “Very well Frothpaw. Stay out of trouble, and we'll tell Stripestar later.” Turning, he winked at his sister, before moving off. “Come now Birchpaw. Leave him to his plans.” H had the distinct feeling Frothpaw would take the bait, but if he didn't, well, that was his own loss. Looking at the tabby she-cat, he flicked his tail against her shoulder, a single action of compassion. “Where would you like to hunt?” [bg=1c1c31][atrb=width,400][atrb=border,0,true]

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[atrb=background,http://i52.tinypic.com/2vuf0c7.jpg] “Don’t walk away slowly, like you don’t want us to call you back. Stop trying to get attention and just say that you want to come with us, because you do. I know you all too well, Frothpaw.” The tall ginger and white tom spun around, eyes narrowed, but there was no hostility in this glare. Merely raw annoyance at his sister for saying such a thing, even if every scrap and spittle of it was the total truth. He made the best face he could at her, pursing his lips together and flicking his tail in annoyance behind him. He loved his sister, like no one would ever know, but he’d die before he mentioned that. But that didn’t mean she annoyed him. Just like any sister ought to do. She was doing her job perfectly. Still, though, the apprentice stood tall, eyes carefully unnarrowing and watching as his brother lowered his head to her and whispered something to her. What had he said? Something about him? Something bad? Something good? Did Frothpaw really want to know what he’d said? Well that was a dumb one, of course he did. Curiosity burned within him, but he showed none of it. Frothpaw flicked an ear, but said nothing at all as Elmfrost finally stood and opened his maw to speak. “Very well Frothpaw, stay out of trouble and we’ll tell Stripestar later. Come now Birchpaw. Leave him to his plans.” And with that, the tabby and white older sibling that Frothpaw looked up to with every fiber of his being turned and stalked away casually. OHHH, how he hated when someone called his bluff. It irritated the apprentice like nothing else, as bluffing like that was one of his many tactics of getting exactly what he wanted. They truly did know him too well. Note to self: siblings are used to tricks. They backfire. Which is exactly what had just happened. Frothpaw was left, paws gently kneading the ground as his sea foam green and sky blue eyes watched his brother and sister leaving without him. Anxiously, the tom turned around, back toward camp, like he really was going to go back. But, pft, what on earth had he to do anyways? Nothing, that’s what. And if anything, Frothpaw wanted to be with Elmfrost. And Birchpaw, too, but there’s no way in StarClan’s name he’d ever admit that fact. Finally switching back into the usual Frothpaw, the tom turned on a quick smirk and turned swiftly, taking huge, bounding leaps. As he neared the two, the tom launched himself into the air with the intention of landing on top of his sister, thereby succeeding in being the annoying little brother that every little brother wished to achieve. “Alright so I don’t have any plans today, yeah yeah, you got me.” His voice was back to being the normal expectation of Frothpaw, and he grinned widely at the two of them, seeming to forget his earlier rage that had been an outcome of those RiverClan apprentices. And kit. Whatever. Frothpaw had a tendancy to move on quickly, and this was one of those times. Now he was back to normal. Much to everyone’s sheer and utter joy. “And don’t be mouse brained, of course I wanna go.” He sent a knowing smirk Birchpaw’s way, knowing full well she was just enjoying all of this so much. Hah. “So! Where to? That way?” Honestly expecting the two to follow him, the tall ginger and white tom launched straight into a sprint, running as fast as his long legs would carry him to a select part of the territory. ooc; sorry for the wait, guys Dx I love him though <3 [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true]

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[spideh]

Birchpaw had to refrain from smirking at her brother as he stood farther away from them, obviously looking like he was going to try and walk away. Like he wasn't dying of curiosity inside. Birchpaw also had to refrain from rolling her eyes at him again. She knew him way too well; she'd called this sort of bluff before. Silly Frothpaw. Like she wouldn't be able to see right through him like always. Birchpaw stood a little taller as Elmfrost licked her ear and meowed that, “I'll make it up to you.” There, her day had just been made all better. The she-cat smiled and straightened up, tail flicking proudly. I'm his favorite! She thought mentally and squealed. Not that she would dare brag or anything, that was something Frothpaw would probably do. Well, she wasn't her brother; she would be cool and mature about this whole thing, just like Elmfrost would want her to be.

Elmfrost then turned and Birchpaw followed, hearing his words and feeling a little surprised that he was letting Frothpaw just wander around like this after something had happened to him. She didn't realize that he was throwing bait to the younger tom and glanced over her shoulder in concern. She honestly worried about him and his ability to get into hot water while she wasn't around to help out. Birchpaw slowed down a little and was then promptly squished. The scent exploding in her nostrils was Frothpaw's and from her position on the ground, she was already blushing hotly in embarrassment. Well, that's great. I just got ninja-tackled by my brother. Birchpaw groaned and wriggled, trying to get herself some space. "You're heavy, Frothpaw, lemme up!" “Alright so I don’t have any plans today, yeah yeah, you got me. And don’t be mouse brained, of course I wanna go. So! Where to? That way?”

"I knew that!" Birchpaw huffed, rolling out from under him and waving her paws in the air for a moment of over-dramatized theatrics. Sweet freedom! She got to her paws. "S'why I told you to come back." Because I'm smart and stuff. And then he took off. She blinked after him and then yowled, "Hey, mousebrain! Where do you think you're going?" Birchpaw had to wonder in the back of her head which warrior had been unfortunate enough to recieve him as his or her apprentice. I bet training him's bunches of fun. Not. The sarcasm in her voice was quite practiced. After all, sarcasm was a form of wit. "We haven't decided where we're hunting yet, genius!" She finished her words, struggling to regain some dignity from her recent squishing incident.