Sunset Sibling Showdown

[Yoko]

(Invite to all charries with playable siblings. NPC's and dead ones don't count )

The evening approached slowly. The Sun's last rays stretched like fingers clawing the shadowy earth. As the eye sank beneath the horizon, the camp clearing was left with the occasional streak of burning orange on blackened green. The camp was swirling with the inevitable crowd that was the bulk of the Clan. Cats were either preparing to hunt for the night, eating their meal, or returning from patrols. Either way, there really wasn't a way for the place to be silent.

The whispers of his clanmates hit his ears like hisses and on occasion the tall dark tabby would tune in to a few conversations. The usual topic was how patrols went, but on occasion there was the soft whisper of shy lovers, or friends worrying about their enemies. In ShadowClan, nearly every cat had at least one enemy. Even the kits could be rivals.

Snaketail smirked at the thought and went back to eating his toad. It had the smoothest and most pleasant texture of all prey and the meat settled into his belly well. The tabby tom began to groom his long fur down. A long day of work guaranteed no rest at night for this tabby and his brothers.

Lizardeye ate his meal rather slowly, knowing it would last longer that way. His bright emerald eyes wandered the clearing, not setting on any particular cat or object. He noted all who were present and the ones who were notably absent. For instance, their leader was nowhere in sight. Usually, the Speckled Leader would have been in and out of her den several times now. Instead, Icepelt was listening to the reports from incoming patrols, and there were several.

Lizardeye was momentarily distracted from his cool observance by a rather irritated snort from his smaller brother. He turned to face the small tabby, but Twistedclaw only jerked his head in a certain direction.

Twistedclaw was busy re-killing a very dead, and horribly maimed, raven which he had caught himself. Blood was gathering in a puddle beneath his jaws and he savored every moment of it. After every few bites, he would lap up a bit of it. The meat was rather tender and delicious. The small tabby brother was indeed very pleased with the meal.

Suddenly, something large and fluffy rubbed against his face. "What the blazes?!" he growled, and glared at his tall brother.


"You have some red on your chin...well your whole face really."

Twistedclaw growled again and turned away, but his eyes then locked onto a certain cat and he growled lowly with true malice. This caused both of his brothers to look in the same direction and none were pleased by the sight.

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The sun was setting over the ShadowClan camp, and when the light sank below the horizon, the activity started. All the plots and lies that had been simmering throughout the day came to a boil as darkness fell, and each cat had their ears perked and eyes open, alert and wary. They couldn't afford to let down their guard, not with the alliances that overran the Clan and the constant threat of treachery.

The three of them thrived on night.

Rumor had it that Specklestar had assigned them to be the daily night patrol because no one wanted to sleep while Nettlefang and his siblings were around camp. Nettlefang didn't know if this was true or not, but he certainly wasn't doing anything to discourage the story. At the moment, the only thing he wanted to discourage was his younger brother's enthusiasm. The tabby tom's cheerful gait was beginning to get on his nerves.

"Honestly, Larkflight," Nettlefang snapped when the youngest of the siblings actually grinned civilly at someone they passed. "Don't tell me you want to fraternize with these fools."

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"..Of course not."

Larkflight's nose twitched in annoyance, but he didn't argue, falling back into step behind his brother. Nettlefang may have been a control freak, but he hadn't steered them wrong so far; that combined with their close blood relation made Larkflight willing to listen to the white and ginger tom even if he didn't really want to.

After all, Dawnstorm said that they should support Nettlefang and help him, and Dawnstorm was the only one who Larkflight really trusted. Dawnstorm cared about him; Dawnstorm was always right.

And Dawnstorm was currently a little way ahead, tail flicking lazily from side to side as she looked at three tabby brothers that they were unfortunately familiar with. Her smile, though polite on the surface, was clearly strained, dangerous. "Now don't let me keep you from your meal,"[/color] the cream-colored she-cat drawled in response to Twistedclaw's growl.

Nettlefang grinned as well, coming up next to his sister. "Snaketail, Lizardeye, Twistedclaw,"[/color] he greeted, apparently in the mood for confrontation this evening. Larkflight padded over to his two elder siblings, nodding to the three brothers. All around the six warriors, the rest of ShadowClan was probably starting to worry, anticipating a fight of some kind.

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((Post going to go here when I'm not so tired and it's not almost three in the morning. =u=;)

[Yoko]

Snaketail kept his amber gaze cool, his expression was relaxed, and his tail even swished slowly, playfully, back and forth. Unlike his two siblings, he almost relished the inevitable encounter. They were an odd bunch, that was for sure. The three siblings approaching, a mirror of them, yet those three were older...They were clanmates, but terribly out of place. They were siblings, but Snaketail could sense their disfunction...They were interesting, but not the kind of cats Snaketail was interested in associating with.

"Good evening, Nettlefang, Dawnstorm, and Larkflight. Preparing for night patrol I presume?" Snaketail mewed with a small, teasing, smile.

Cold eyes fixed onto the cats before them. Lizardeye was always cold and indifferent to cats, but the presence of these three made his gaze absolutely icy, and his silence frigid. While Snaketail was hoping to incite a chat, possibly an argument, Lizardeye was trying to decipher their reason for speaking them. He was sure this was not without reason. The cold tabby disapproved of Snaketail's toying manner of them. He had no doubt they were dangerous, and he personally could do without being in their presence.

Twistedclaw, eyes fixed on Dawnstorm, tore the raven's head off in a fit of rage. He growled a little more, before lpwering his eyes. Her cheerful disposition infuriated him, especially knowing that she had meant to tease him.

Snaketail looked over to Dawnstorm and purred, "I wouldn't do that if I were you, he bites."

[Mousy]

Maybe the reaction to roll out of her nest had been instantanious; maybe she hadn't even noticed herself doing it. Maybe... maybe life was getting just that little bit easier for the angular agouti she-cat.

Yeah. And maybe hedgehogs would fly.

That was the first thing to run through Dustpaw's mind as she crawled out of her warm nest, glancing back at her older brother. For some reason... for some reason, she was in a particularly dark, steely mood, and, as her brother caught her eye, she laid her ears flat against her head and tipped her head on one side, signalling out of the den with the tip of her tail. Snowpaw got up, and the two siblings walked out of the den, shoulder-to-shoulder (as they always had in their youth) for the first time since Ice had surfaced.

The brown-pelted she-cat padded out in to camp and sat with her brother standing behind her. She gathered herself neatly, in a very feline way, not paying so much attention to her brother, and just observing the scene in her usual way. She knew, however, that her brother was, for one reason or another, in a fiercely protective mood, and would, presently, do anything to protect his younger sister from harm.

Of course, that was going to be put to the test.

Ice had also been woken up, and also for unknown reason. Dustpaw, however, seemed to be in something of a strange mood, and Ice kind of wanted to let this play out, and so her remained silent, not even trying to get her to attack another cat, and let Dustpaw sit down, tail gathered around her paws.

Only then did he realize that he was in ewxactly the same mood as Dustpaw. Unfortunately for them, though, it didn't look as though any of the others up at this time looked to be in this sort of mood.

Oh well.

Dustpaw, is it just me or does something seem strange? Ice hissed eventually. Prompting Dustpaw's mind to appaer to snap in to action. She swiped her tongue around her lips and got up, snapping instantly in to a defensive stance. It seemed that Snowpaw had also caught the atmostphere, despite his deafness, and he came to stand beside Dustpaw and Ice, fur bristling up somewhat.

This looks as if it may descend in to a brawl. You take over, Dustpaw ordered. Don't touch my brother.

Now, would I do that, my dear? Ice purred back.

He didn't want to waste his energy, after all...

Even to Snowpaw, ShadowClan's deaf apprentice, something felt very much different in the atmosphere. Maybe it was to do with Dustpaw's recent weirdness and trying to attack him, or maybe it was something else, but the world had just been weird lately.

Well, he wasn't complaining.

To tell the truth, he liked it that way; having to guess every next move that he would make, worrying about his sister and when she would turn on him next or similar. Maybe it was ShadowClan blood, but he almost felt as though he ran on this sort of thing.

Still, it could be pretty scary; Dustpaw hadn't attacked him recently, but he was constantly on the edge, hoping that he wouldn't get injured some time in the future. Sometimes, he felt as though he would be injured if he made a wrong move, but sometimes he felt completely secure with his younger sister.

Just the way he was, he suppose.

Something suddenly changing in Dustpaw, and she stood up in front of him. Naturally, Snowpaw sensed that something was amiss; his sister wouldn't act so defensive unless she could sense that something was very much amiss, and she could obviously do so now.

It quickly became obvious, however, that neither had any idea what the problem was, exactly. There were just a load of cats gathered in camp. That was normal.

Hah, normal.

Normal wasn't something that happened in ShadowClan.

But could he be bothered?

Could he face another day without Fireshadow there by his side, pointing what was going on out.

Well, obviously he could, or he wouldn't be getting up, or that was the best way to look at it, although, for Toadpelt, everything seemed bleak and... well, useless. Whatever he did was met with opposition on all sides, and, at the end of the day, he could no longer be bothered. Why didn't he just stay, curled up, in his nice, cosy nest, rather than getting up in the dead of the night?

Wait, what was he complaining about?

His cousin had only recently lost his mate, had he not? Yet he was still standing, wasn't he?

So why was Toadpelt being so very weak and pathetic?

Well, he was getting up and showing the world, that was for sure.

Feeling irritated with himself, he got up and padded sharply outside, to see three groups of siblings - his cousins, a group of siblings whose names he couldn't ever remember and the strange apprentice siblings Dustpaw and Snowpaw - standing and talking.

It didn't exactly look conversational, though.

Not quite knowing where to go, he padded over to his cousins, but nodded at Snowpaw and Dustpaw. Dustpaw nodded back, and then sharply nosed her brother in the side. He then nodded too, after getting his balance back again.

Even though this all seemed so very normal, he couldn't helpt but have no idea what was going on.

Only normal, he supposed.

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