i'll be your secret keeper | cinder

[BRISTLE.]

The life of a loner was not always an easy one. Sometimes, Bristle thought she might have liked the idea of being part of a community, having others to help you get by or to talk to at the end of a long day. But Bristle was a solitary creature, she liked living alone - minus the presence of her sister - and leading an independent life. She liked having to abide by no strict rules as she heard the clans in the forest did. She liked just living life on her own terms, with nothing but the wind against her back.

Perhaps the one drawback about being a loner was trying to eat. Bristle and Cinder were often competing with other rogues and loners for prey, having to make do with scraps most of the time, or whatever little prey they were lucky enough to catch. Unfortunately, that morning the two of them hadn't had much luck. No doubt Cinder was getting bored by now, eager to move on or try again later, but Bristle was not so quick to give up. As they were walking near the Thunderpath, a rabbit darted out in front of them, moving far too quickly for them to react in time, before proceeding to run directly into the path of a monster. Bristle winced slightly as the poor creature was rolled over, the monster not even waiting to see what damage it had caused. When the monster rolled away, Bristle's gaze lingered on the rabbit for a moment, her stomach rumbling slightly as she did so. It seemed like such a waste to leave a perfectly good rabbit there...

"What do you think?" Bristle said, leaning towards Cinder. "Should we try and get it?"

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[CINDER]

Cinder wrinkles her nose, ears flattening slightly as she eyes the rabbit's limp body on the Thunderpath. Gross. She's no stranger to hunger - leaf-bare has been cruel, and fresh prey has been scarce - but the thought of eating something that's already been squashed by a monster makes her stomach churn.

But when she glances at Bristle, she catches her sister's gaze lingering on the rabbit, hunger evident in her eyes. The she-cat knows that look. Her littermate is practical, stubborn, and way too good at finding every opportunity to survive. She's always been like that, always looking out for the both of them. Cinder grimaces, shifting from paw to paw as she tries not to blurt out something about how disgusting that thing is, because the rarer, more reasonable side of her doesn't want Bristle to go hungry.

Finally, she exhales sharply and gives a half-hearted grin, trying to hide her queasiness. "I think that's the lowest standard we will have ever sunk to," She trills lightly, her tone clearly edged with uncertainty. "But I also think you're gonna grab it anyway, so…if you are-" She flicks her tail toward the acrid path, eyes darting to the looming shapes of the distant monsters, "-I'll at least watch your back. I don't want you turning into crowfood, too!"
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