private A COBRA'S RATTLE // whitepaw

[deathpaw]

"Y'still breathin' funny?" Deathpaw rounds the side of her brother on intensely silent paws. If not for her loud mouth, she's certain he wouldn't have heard her. It's a blessing, she thinks - hopes more like. Nonetheless she settles in beside the other with the latter half of a rabbit to share (the rest having been feasted on by nursery residents.) She's never minded scraps, especially as they slip into leafbare. Especially... given their lineage.

Whitepaw is her brother, no doubt. Nightingalecry might've said that they aren't of the same brood, but they were raised in the same nest regardless. The pale headed tom is her kin, and she has no issue about it.

"I didn't see y'grab anythin' to eat, so yer gonna share w'me." She nudges the kill towards him first, a stern look in her eyes.

@whitepaw
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[whitepaw]

Whitepaw's ears twitch at Deathpaw's approach, though he doesn't turn to face her right away. His breathing is slightly strained, though no more than it seems to be at all times nowadays, and the slight wheeze is unmistakable if one is close enough to hear it. He shifts uncomfortably, already feeling a bit ashamed that his breathing betrayed him before he even had a chance to speak. When Deathpaw nudges the rabbit towards him, his yellow eyes lift up, meeting her stern look with an attempt at a smile, though the way it catches on his face comes across as more of a grimace than anything. "You don't have to do that," he murmurs, voice rough as the cold air catches in his throat. His pride prickles, but he knows better than to refuse her kindness. She'd only push harder, and... he's too tired to argue.

"I'll be fine." He tries to steady his breathing as best he can, but it's clear he's tired despite the relatively low amount of activity he's gotten up to today. "But thanks. Just... gimme a minute." He takes a moment to force himself to even out his breathing, not looking at his sister, not meeting her eye. It's pathetic, that he is so useless nowadays. He had sworn he would prove that he was as capable as everyone else despite his rough start, and yet here he is, struggling to make himself eat food that has been brought directly to him. Whitepaw gently pulls the rabbit closer, taking a small bite. He chews slowly, his actions more out of necessity than desire. As much as he hates to admit it, he needs the food. Leafbare is coming now, and he's already dangerously underfed as it is. His lack of hunger doesn't keep him from needing the food, just from being able to convince himself to eat it. He swallows, leans forwards, and makes himself bite into the rabbit once more.​