Curiosity Killed the Cat~

Willowwhisker sat beside the nursery entrance, hoping today wouldn't be ruined like all the others. Something usually intervened, storms, no prey, or Brindlewhisker. She had ruined the most of her days, just the pure sight of her made her cringe. What kind of cat pretends to be your friend, then just turns around to take your mate?! Just thinking of her made her blood boil. But no, not today. Today would be a good day. At least thats what she hoped.

Brindlewhisker slid through the Gorse barrier entrance, the prickly thorns that were concealed within the protective wall probing her fur uncomfortably. A rabbit was clamped tightly in her jaws, its limp body humping awkwardly against her narrow chest and forelegs as she continued to strut across the clearing and towards the fresh-kill pile. Despite the fact that it was getting warmer out, a very little amount of rabbits, hares, and the other animals that Windclan frequently hunted had barely stirred from within their warrens- so a catch like this seemed a blessing in her eyes. The freshly-healed scars that marred the left side of her face itched slightly in a rather self-conscious manner as several eyes turned to stare curiously at her as she re-entered the camp, but the she-cat cared little and only briefly swiped her tongue over her lips in acknowledgement as she finally halted in front of the fresh-kill pile.

After depositing the freshly-killed rabbit on top of the rather still-meager prey pile, Brindlewhisker began to sift through the limited choices contentedly, using her paws to gently overturn the other various creatures that made up the fresh-kill pile as she searched for something to eat. Her belly growled loudly as she continued to mindlessly scan through the collection of hares, rabbits, and the occasional bird before finally selecting a rather scrawny hare, and eagerly trotting over towards a shady corner to enjoy her hard-earned meal while waiting Thistlefall. Absently crunching through the tough bones of the hare, Brindlewhisker continued to slowly wolf down the hare as she scanned the clearing and camp entrance for her mate, totally oblivious to Willowwhisker's glares. For the most part, she figured that Thistlefall would likely be out on some patrol or training one of the various apprentices he had received, but the scarred she-cat didn't mind waiting- it would probably give her some time to relax and enjoy the peace and quiet before spending the rest of the day with Thistlefall. rip brindle.

Looking around the camp, Willowwhisker realized that there wasn't really much to be unhappy about, and she knew that she couldn't hold a grudge forever. In her mind, she tried to forgive Thistlefall and Brindlewhisker, and it worked. So she mapped out a plan. Ask Brindlewhisker what went wrong. It was that simple. Why hadn't she thought of it before? She padded over to the fresh-kill pile, grabbing the rabbit that Brindlewhisker had just placed there. Had she even realized it was Brindlewhiskers? No. With the animal hanging limply in her maw, she padded over to Brinlewhisker, preparing to ask the big question. When she arrived at her side, she plopped the rabbit down, sitting behind it not long after."Hey, Brindlewhisker. She took a bite into the slightly plump rabbit, despite not being very hungry.