Tangled in Cinders

Retirement? I prefer ‘extended vacation with benefits.’
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Tangleloon stirred at the nuzzle, but instead of lifting his head like a normal cat, he went still. Both eyes peeked open to catch sight of her paws. He gurgled a faux sleepy response.

"A...fish...sent to wake me!" He inhaled sharply, ears flicking with alertness in the deputy's direction. Then in a flurry of curls and dramatic limb flailing, he sprang...or more accurately rolled onto his belly from his nest. Paws flew out in an exaggerated pounce, back end high while his plumed tail twitched.

"Mighty flipper fish!" His paw missed by several whisker lengths before his front half slapped onto the ground. Then...sheepishly, one green eye opened to peer up at her, allowing his antics to melt away.

"Hello Cinderwisp. You caught me at my most glamourous dream fishing!"

"Run. That is an order."

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When Tangleloon acted as if Cinderwisp were some giant cat the molly couldn't help but watch in amusement as her brother fell to the ground in an attempt to defend himself from 'a giant fish' or whatever it was. "Did I now?" the molly purred in amusement. "How was your dream? Did you catch a lot of fish?" Sitting herself down beside him, the she-cat looked over at him, as if offering for him to tell her more about his dream.

Retirement? I prefer ‘extended vacation with benefits.’
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Tangleloon blinked blearily, as though truly dredging himself back up from his dream river. His whiskers twitched and a grin crept over his muzzle, soft and crooked.

"Oh, I caught plenty..." He mewed, sweeping one paw through the air in an exaggerated arc. "All sorts of fish. Long silver ones, fat golden ones. Even a pink one with flower spots. I was piling them right into my nest, like I’d built myself a treasure hoard fit for StarClan's finest."

He paused, giving a snort of laughter as he pawed absently at his moss. "Woke up tryin’ to grab one, I think. Called me a sleepyhead."

Then he blinked slow, the humor settling into something more fond as he stared at his littermate. "Maybe my belly’s got more imagination than I do. Hungry dreams are vivid ones, eh?"His stomach gave a faint, perfectly timed grumble, and he glanced sidelong at her with a mischievous glint. "You wouldn’t happen to have a fish or two hidden in that curly deputy fur of yours, would you?"