Just A Little Snap-a-roo [Closed]

Trufflesnap ducked into the medicine den where her siblings resided in their medicine cat glory. They followed in the footsteps of their mother and father, but unlike she was with Birdchaser, she didn't envy the pair in the slightest. It would be ridiculously annoying to listen to her clanmates moan and cry day and night over minor ailments. She saw it frequently when she stayed here with Fogfeather and Plumpaw. She settled down by her old nest and winced with the memories of her later months of being an apprentice. The fading in and out of consciousness, the constant coughing, the wracking pain as Fogpaw and Plumpaw struggled to figure out what to do as they took on their 'duty' with a sick sister the second they changed their rolls. But, nevertheless, it had bonded her more to Fogfeather than any of her other siblings so she always made a point to come visit him. She yawned, closing her eyes briefly. When she opened them, her brother was there and his flowing grey fur blocked out the light from the entrance.

"You're getting a little plump, brother. May need to lay off the squirrels a bit." Her usual wit showed no mercy no matter the audience, but her tone was much more pleasant to the medicine cat than another. To further her point, she prodded him in the side with her paw.

”Bah, you should be respectful to your medicine cat. The stars know you’re not exactly limber either, sister.” Fogfeather smiled, lightheartedly swatting back at Trufflesnap’s flank. Though her attitude irritated him at best, the medicine cat found simple joy in seeing her walk, talk and breathe— Trufflesnap was the sibling Fogfeather had always felt closest to, despite his cold nature, and her near-death had only made him more appreciative of Trufflesnap being around.

Seeing her smile and run around, Fogfeather sometimes wonders if he really was supposed to be a medicine cat.

Sighing like an elder, Fogfeather stretched before standing up. He looked over at his sister with feigned disinterest, playful smirk playing at his lips. ”How about we both go and burn those squirrels off. You can take me on a walk— not like I need the protection. I just want to catch up.”

Trufflesnap huffed at her brother's comment, but stood up anyway. "Sure you don't brother. You couldn't kill a squirrel like you eat em'." She followed her brother out of the den and out of the camp, heading to nowhere in particular but anywhere but there. As soon as they got a comfortable distance away from camp, Trufflesnap broke the pleasantries and began why she truly came to Fogfeather- to gossip. The warrior let out a little laugh. "Is it just me, or is Birdchaser so unbelievably full of herself now. I just can't stand to see her order patrols around like she's StarClan's gift to SkyClan. 'The Prodigy Child of Beechfang and Dovefeather.'" The last bit came out in a mockingly and exaggerated mimicry of their sister's voice, completed by the roll of her eyes.