There's no buddy like a brother (c)

Sitting beside the freshkill pile, Curlyfluff had grabbed a smaller sized bird and had begun to nibble on it, making sure to thank StarClan for the meal before he'd begun. He hadn't been particularly hungry seeing as though it was fairly early in the day, but knew he needed to eat at least something if he wanted to stay strong enough to provide for the clan. Letting out a yawn he shuffled himself into a laying position and placing his fluffy paws over the bird, he began to remove some of the feathers. To him, birds were a bit more of a chore to eat than squirrels or other prey, but he wasn't going to complain for being blessed with a meal at all.

Shouldering through the bramble tunnel, Lichenwing padded towards the fresh-kill pile. Hanging from his mouth were a thrush and a pigeon, spoils from the dawn patrol he was returning from. The young tom was in good spirits, as usual, and even more so when he noticed Curlyfluff just settling down with a meal. Dropping his prey on to the kill pile, he selected one of the older prey items - a mouse - and carried it over.

"Hey, bro," Lichenwing stated, plopping unceremoniously down beside Curlyfluff. "How's it goin'?" It seemed like, despite both living in the same clan, the brothers had hardly seen each other. They generally lived on opposite schedules, and it was rare that they both had free time at the same time... partially due to the fact that Lichenwing had spent every waking moment he could attempting to find Juniperheart at the border. But Curly had his own group of friends, and even though he didn't have any really close friends in ThunderClan, Lichenwing still made due. Everyone was his friend, and that's the way he supposed it should be, in a clan.

"Thanks!" he purred happily as his brother approached and dropped a piece of prey at his paws. "Doing well and keep busy. How about you?" he mewed with a smile across his maw, though it secretly hurt him that the two of them weren't closer. They were brothers after all, and he hoped that they could grow closer in general. Who knew what might happen to the clans in the future, and so keeping close to family was very important to the curly-coated tom.