Chillin' {o}ut.

[vines]

Ambernose & Pinestep.

It was a fair afternoon. Birds chirped in the trees; a cool breeze ruffled the grasses; the willows swayed casually, providing shade for the two cats underneath it. As a result, most of the Riverclan cats were at the River, or out patrolling. Ambernose and Pinestep were among the warriors left behind to watch over things. And, more importantly, Shadowclan patrols. But they didn't mind. As well as a perfect day for Clan duties, it was a perfect day for doing close to nothing.

"Just shut up, Pinestep. I don't really care." This harsh mew, as one could probably guess, came from Ambernose, who lay basking on a rock beside the willow tree. Poor Pinestep had only tried to tell her a story about the dawn patrol he had went on that morning, but she has cut him off abruptly. Apparently, Ambernose had no intention of listening to his petty warbles today.

Pinestep sighed and continued his guarding in silence. He knew better than to argue with her in this kind of mood. Ambernose was trying to get her 'beauty rest', and he was more than happy to leave her to it. Silence would allow him to think about things, anyway. And thinking was fun. Just then, his belly rumbled. "You're gross, Pinestep," Ambernose sneered, wrapping her tail over her nose. "Why don't you make yourself useful and get me a mouse?"

Though it was more of a demand than a question, the light brown warrior obliged, grateful for a reason to get away from his brat of a sister. Still, he knew he had to hurry, lest she become impatient and make his life worse than it already was. "Mouse, mouse, mouse, mouse," he sung cooly. The tom soon picked two dainty mice from atop the fresh-kill pile, and headed back to his place beneath the willow.