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Southernkit grimaced, making his way across the cleaning. Doing his best not to limp with every step as pain shot through his right back leg as he walked. the gray tabby kit had a very close run in with a hound a few nights ago, and rather than complain about the rather painful graze instead he's groomed out his long leg fur in an attempt to conceal his wound. His main worry in that regard now was pain management and making sure none of his litter-mates noticed. The only two he was worried would notice was Canes; who then in turn would likely rat him out to Jaguarghost for 'failing' the hunt, for which he would promptly be punished. Second was Northernkit, his twin brother who would no doubt make a fuss about his injury and risk drawing their father's attention anyway.
Looking around to make sure the coast was clear, Southernkit slipped around back behind the den so that he was out of sight. Convinced that no one had seen him he began to dig out a small pit in the snow, or rather a narrow burrow, just deep enough to stuck his leg in while he sat so he could chill and numb his injured leg. Careful not to let out an audible sigh of relief as the cold touched the burning hot skin around his wound, which could only be a bad sign at that. Southernkit settled into his makeshift snow nest, waiting to losing the feeling in his hind leg.
It was humorous to her that her siblings thought that they could sneak around, that they could avoid her gaze, that they could deceive her into thinking nothing was wrong. Perhaps they forgot that she saw everything, every twitch, every shift of discomfort, any sign of deviance. Jaguarghost had taught her to watch them closely for any sign of dissidence. He couldn't be around them all of the time, which meant that someone needed to keep their eyes on the kittens. Unluckily for her siblings, but luckily for her, Canes was the perfect cat for the job.
She let him sit in his snow nest just long enough that he probably thought he was safe from her presence before she found her way over to him, each heavy footfall causing the snow to crunch under her. He would hear her before he saw her - so much for a sneak attack, she thought with an annoyed flick of her tail. But, did it really matter if Southernkit knew she was coming? Her whiskers twitched as she closed the distance between the two of them, her gaze as predatory as it always was.
"Comfortable, dear brother?" she meowed as she approached, her lips twisted into a sinister grin. "I have to say, there are better places to hide, Australis. Or were you not trying to hide?"
"Hardly" he responded, not bothering to get up for him position or even shift around to look at Canes properly. A fact he was sure would annoy her, though right now he didn't care. "Now my sweet sister, if I were trying to hide I would of buried myself in the snow. or jump off a cliff he mentally added. He would of spoken the thought out loud but truth be told his goal wasn't entirely to vex his younger sister into a rage, though it might of provided some entertainment while he waited. Southernkit put on his usually bored expression, moving to rest his head on his paws as if he truly had just been looking for a chilly place to nap. Where his litter-mates weren't fully equipped to deal with the chill of WinterClan he and his twin were fortunate enough to be blessed with longer fur. Making them more resistant to the cold.
"Might I asked exactly what you expected to find me doing back here?"
When he called her sweet, there was a part of her that wanted to gouge his eye out right then and there to prove there was nothing sweet about her. Sweetness was weakness, and Canes despised anything that suggested weakness. This was in part why she treated her siblings the way that she did - she resented their weakness, their inability to complete the tasks that their father ordered. Even worse than just being weak themselves, her siblings seemed to tolerate the weakness of each other. Canes was the only one, it seemed, willing to combat weakness, to demand perfection, at least the only one other than Jaguarghost.
"Well, it seems like you might have more of a brain than I thought," she mused with a flick of her tail, her eyes never leaving his frame. "You'd think you'd want to show off that noggin of yours more than you do, hmm? Maybe then you'd get a little respect," she meowed, before ruffling her brother's forehead fur with her tail in a gesture that would have been seen as a sign of sibling comraderie if it had been done by literally anyone but the off-white she-cat.
She settled into a seated position next to him, her tail wrapping around her paws. "Well, to be honest, I expected to find you doing absolutely nothing. It appears that I was right, mmm?"
"Now why would I want to show off and upstage you in front of the clan like that?" he teased, though he didn't care to socialize with the other kits even now that they had been in WinterClan for awhile. A part of him suspected that even if he tried to make friends outside his littermates Canes wouldn't let him. "You might be the favorite child in Jaguarghost's eyes but to the rest of the clan we're the same... well so far." Southernkit grinned, so much for not trying to goad her.
"What this? No I wouldn't call it nothing, it's endurance training. The longer I can withstand the cold the longer I can stay out training."
"Maybe if you did, you'd be fed a little more, hmm? I hear that the rations for those who don't prove that they're worth feeding are getting awful thin. I wouldn't know anything about that, of course, but you are looking a little thin, brother. Imagine, maybe if you proved you had something going on behind your eyes, maybe you'd get your own mouse. They're wonderful when you don't have to share one between the three of you." He was testing her, and she could feel the control start to slip. She was still trying to resist it, not because she particularly minded releasing herself into the dark impulses, but she had been told to stay on her best behavior, at least where the other WinterClan cats could see. Unfortunately, this was a little too... public to devolve into a rage. He was lucky, for now.
"Is that true, hmm?" she asked, stretching slightly. "I'd hate to think that our new home is filled with poor judges of character." She frowned slightly, before letting out a sigh. She then found herself moving closer to him, placing her paw on his leg gently. "Endurance training, hmm? So you wouldn't mind if I put a little more pressure?"
