Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Have you any Wool? {Closed for Twitchinq}

Blacktwig was sitting in camp. His fur frazzled like a patch of fresh furze, and eyes blazing like the sun above, he readied himself to go out. The tom's paws lifted off of the grassy ground, until he spotted Sheepnose. His ears pricked up. He didn't know how the she-cat was dealing, with her shaky relationship with Pinewhisker and all. He thought that his sister and his friend would be together forever - and they were. Just not this sister. He padded up to her, looking a tad uptight. Would she snap at him, like her usual personality? No. That was Sheeppaw. This was Sheepnose, the fluffy, amiable she-cat that he knew and loved.

"Hey," he mewed, walking up to her. The older tom took a seat in front of her. His triceps rippled slightly beneath his sleek, ticked pelt. He sat half in the shade in front of her, not uncomfortably close, and allowing her a chance to walk away if she wished. He didn't want to force her into a conversation. He laid down, tail swishing. "How are you? I mean..." he trailed off, flicking an ear. "We haven't talked in a while." Blacktwig pointed out, his sunlight-enriched coat shining.

Sheepnose shouldn't be particularly elusive. Not usually, at least. Perhaps, since Pinewhisker was the one that softened her personality, she might become cold again. The solid brown tomcat was a source of light in her darkness, after all. He decided that he wouldn't focus on that, especially if Sheepnose didn't quite know about it... yet.

Blacktwig believed his younger sister to be beautiful and intrepid, to anyone who could see past her newfound happiness. Blacktwig personally didn't find Sheepnose attractive, but that was because she was her sister... and because he simply didn't. Blacktwig was the cat who wasn't good at hiding his love for other cats, and it always began to show through when he tried to.

Sheepnose had been a bit antisocial lately, even when it came to speaking with her older brother Blacktwig. She had gotten back into the swing of warrior duties, but she was now thinking that her days of being a queen was absolutely useless...considering that every single one of her kits were dead, and also considering her lack of beliefs in StarClan, Sheepnose didn't think that their spirits had gone to a better place. There was also more to consider than just Blacktwig and her dead kits. She hadn't seen Pinewhisker in a while, and the thought had just crossed her mind. Why hadn't they talked in such a long while?

Then again, Sheepnose was unaware of...

The sound of pawsteps in the snow made her alert, and she looked over at her older brother Blacktwig as he approached her. Maybe any other time, she would've walked away on a chance to talk to him. Now, all she wanted to do was talk for hours. Her smile wasn't that enthusiastic, and it could make one question whether or not it was sarcastic.

The familiar chilly breeze ruffled Sheepnose's pelt gently. Maybe, if it weren't for her movements, it would be hard to tell whether or not she was a lump of snow, or a living cat. Her icy blue eyes met Blacktwigs as he lay down in front of her.
"Oh. Hi, Blacktwig," The white she-cat began. It was more awkward on her side of the conversation, "I'm fine, I guess..." She paused, "Can I talk to you about something? It's been bothering me."

Maybe going on a sidetrack about Pinewhisker would make the conversation better or worse.

Blacktwig glanced up at her, a lump in his throat beginning to stifle his speech. He thought he knew what this was about. His tail flicked, as he gazed at the fluffy white she-cat. "Of course," he offered kindly, although there was a tone to his voice that made it sound awkward. He managed to break through, and be more comfortable, even though he knew what this was all about.

Sheepnose blinked at the tone of the response, but shook her head and pushed it aside. After a few heartbeats of silence and thinking about exactly what she wanted to say, she began.
"Blacktwig...it's Pinewhisker, this is what this is all about. I feel as if he's avoiding me..." She said, her voice lowering with every word she said until it was a whisper. Sheepnose sighed, "I'm scared...scared that Pinewhisker doesn't love me anymore."