" Crowstrike, Jaystep, Mother wants us to bond, she says we have to go hunting" Lilyfrost meowed, wasting not time in nudging her older brother's awake on the bequest of Rainsong, The young gray she-cat's bright green eyes flicking from one dark form to the other, it seemed like all her brothers hads inherited their father's dark coat except for her and the brother directly above her Coalsmoke, who both looked like the more delicate and feminine Rainsong, much to her brother's dislike.
" Oi wake up you two, you know what happens when mother doesnt get her way" Lilyfrost urged, poking Jaystep with a paw and a quick glance at the enterance in case the Elder herself decided to walk in to tell her kits what to do. Lilyfrost eventually gave up and with an annoyed huff she settled down near her older brother's her tail gently flicking the dirt underneath her paws in a last ditch attempt to awaken her seemingly deaf siblings.
" Oi wake up you two, you know what happens when mother doesn't get her way"
Crowstrike had been peacefully sleeping until his youngest sibling had come into the warrior den to bother Jaystep and himself. The older tom blinked his yellow eyes open, and groggily lifted his head up trying to make sense of the situation. He could recall hearing something about Rainsong wanting them to spend more time together, much to his annoyance. "Why does she assume we're still kits that she can just tell what to do?" Crowstrike grumbled, not caring to hide the irritation in his voice."There are many, perfectly good reasons to wake me up - like if the camp was on fire. This is not one of those situations, however."
Typical Crowstrike mannerisms. Cats unfamiliar with who he is would be taken aback by his brash response, though those closest to him usually took his behavior unflinchingly with a grain of salt.
The tom cat rolled over in his nest, and closed his eyes again in an attempt to go back to sleep. He knew his younger sister well though, and he highly doubted she was going to just leave it at that.
Jaystep had no memory of his dreams that day, waking up from the prod of Lilyfrost's paw with an empty mind perhaps slightly soured by the early riser. The Nightclan she-cat earned herself a grumpy grumble from the black tom as he turned groggily towards her, his minty green gaze one of sheer disinterest and exasperation. Rainsong wants us to spend more time together. He repeated tiredly to himself. Right now, when we're half asleep? Because that makes sense. Just get all the siblings together when they're about as sour as a rotten piece of prey.
Everyone knew Jaystep to be extraordinarily surly when waking up, and about two moons after doing so. It was almost the middle of the night when he was actually his normal self; still irritable, but a lot less...irrational. To those who knew the black tom, he was both of those on varying scales. The large warrior knew Lilyfrost would just sit there and wait for them until they awoke, and Jaystep noted to himself that he would much rather avoid a confrontation with their mother and her annoying parenting. The tom sat up abruptly.
"Fine." He growled huffily, giving Crowstrike a sharp prod. "Let's just get this over with, before we have Rainsong hustling us out of the den like a mother hen."
Jaystep let out a big yawn and stretched, pushing out of the warrior's den past Lilyfrost, tapping her lightly on the shoulder with his tail, the kindest gesture he could muster up from his morning mind. I hope she's doing alright. Jaystep thought, heading towards the fresh kill pile to scour the leftovers. She seems a bit more tired lately. I might have feathers in my brain though. It's probably nothing.
After shuffling through the leftovers, Jaystep found a fairly large magpie. This'll do. He nodded, satisfied. We can share this before we go hunting. The burly tom made his way towards the camp entrance, stopping hardly a few paces away from the channel that led to the world outside of Nightclan's caverns. He began to casually pluck the feathers from the bird's carcass, his thoughts rushing with unnerving and treasonous schemes. Plans no one knew of, besides Adderstrike. He hadn't trusted anyone enough to attempt recruitment yet, but he was running out of time. The full moon wasn't that far away...
These would be a comfortable addition to a cat's nest. Jaystep mused, piling the feathers up off to the side and pushing away any inkling of what would arguably be reformist strategies.
Lilyfrost rolled her eyes when all she got from the duo was some annoyed mumbles that she did not particularly care enough to make out exactly what they said, she was so used to the eldest duo of her siblings being grumpy and perhaps a little anti social but today she was in no mood to listen to Rainsong and her lecture's on how they no longer spent any time together after Lilyfrost became a apprentice and then finally a warrior.
After all Lilyfrost was sure one of her brother's had spoken to her mentor ans scared him into teaching her everything and treating her respectfully, since the old tom was very sexist and rude but she had never been able to find any prood that any of her brothers had spoken to her mentor, simplyt assumed they knew of her family and thus not to screw up her training. Rainsong may be a beloved elder but she was also the one cat that nearly all the cat's in Nightclan truely feared the wrath off.
Lilyfrost let out a contented purr when Jaystep arose and brushed his tail against her shoulder, a silent gesture between all of the siblings that meant he was alright and sastified that the middle of the trio of siblings would bring some breakfast for his sister and brother alike ,Lilyfrost continued to use her paw to prod at Crowstrike.
" Get up Crowstrike or mother will make you clean out her nest.. again" The youngest member of Rainsong's armada of kits teased her oldest brother with a light purr and finally a gentle nuzzle and lick on the tom's head to wake him up fully. While Lilyfrost reminised on the time her brother had skipping on their mother' attempts to get them to " Bond" she had gone off, making them clean and redo her nest, even with all the rat bones the elder queen had insisted on having around. " Scares off snakes" she had insisted, depsite the fact that Lilyfrost thought quite the opposite.
Finally the young she cat moved away from the much larger form of her brother to seek out the middle sibling amung the three." Jaystep are you alright?" she called out after a minute of searching, a concerned look overtook the young feline's face as she moved effortless across the landscape to the tom's side as he plucked feathers from a magpie.
He seemed stressed lately, most cats would assume that was just the way the older Rainsong kit's were like but as their only sister, Lilyfrost knew better, if something was troubling either of the toms, she would always be there to support them, Unless she deemed it foolish in which case she would refer their mother onto it and let the matriach of the family sort it out.
Crowstrike flicked his tail in annoyance when Jaystep prodded him sharply in the side, half listening to the tom's words about waking up. Although the older warrior knew he wasn't being left with much of a choice, he still wanted to hang onto whatever allotted time of rest he had left before one of them forced him out of his nest.
After their brother had left the den, Lilyfrost had come over and attempted prodding him awake, though much gentler than Jaystep had done.
" Get up Crowstrike or mother will make you clean out her nest.. again" His sister reminded him, causing him to groan a bit. Why did Rainsong have to be difficult sometimes? He understood their mother meant well, but part of him felt like they'd be kits forever in her eyes.
With his eyes still closed he felt Lilyfrost nuzzle him gently, and give him a small lick on the head. The affectionate gesture caused him to let out a small purr, easing him just a little from his crabbiness.
After she had left the den, Crowstrike drowsily lifted himself into a sitting position, blinking the sleep from his eyes. He knew there was no fighting it, and after much debate he decided he'd rather not deal with a disappointed mother, no matter how much of a grown tom he considered himself to be.
With a small yawn, he stood up, stretched, and then slowly padded out of the den toward where his brother and sister had gathered. Crowstrike hoped he'd lose his irritability once his usual energy kicked in.
"There. I'm up now. Happy?" He muttered to Lilyfrost and Jaystep as he sat beside them.