fight like my sister-- that's a compliment (c)

When was the last time Wolfpaw had had a sit-down-chat with his sister? He didn't really remember. If he was entirely honest, he had forgotten about her. They went on patrols yes, and he remembered her then-- And then he came back, someone mentioned his sister, and he had to stop and think who they were talking about. A snow-white molly always came to mind first, and then he pulled Hedgepaw back through the fog. And he realised he had not spoken to her about the owl. And then he had seen a flash of Quillsplashes fur somewhere and realised that must have been the toms plan all along; distract him, and kill his sister when he wasn't looking. His sister, his--

His eyes fixed on the brown-white pelt of Hedgepaw, and he felt a tingling in his paws. Approach. He did so almost mechanically, lowering his head to butt sharply into her shoulder, and then slink around to her other side. "You did not tell me what happened with the owl," He said, monotonously. He flicked his tongue over his lips. His expression forgot to change, blank and dark and then, Hedgepaw. His sister. And Quillsplash wanted to kill her. "I am sorry for not checking in with you sooner," He continued, and it sounded warmer this time. He inclined his head downward. She was smaller than him, and he wondered if she always was. He did not remember. "What happened?"  

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