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Babysitter [🦋]

In the heart of FreezeClan territory, the sun filtered through the thick canopy of leaves, casting dappled shadows on the forest floor. Twitchfallow, a lean, agile tom with dark tabby stripes, paced restlessly in the clearing outside the warriors' den.

His usual energy was overshadowed by a storm of frustration brewing within him. He resided in a world where he occasionally (or rather, constantly) felt more like a glorified babysitter than a warrior.

"Come on, Twitchy! Let's go!" chirped a voice that made his fur bristle. His younger sister, Skippaw, bounded toward him, her swirling brown and cream fur a stark contrast to his muted tabby tones.

She was a whirlwind of energy, always bouncing from one idea to the next, while he sought solace in calm and calculated thoughts. They were, for a lack of any better creative terms, the very definition of polar opposites.

"Must you call me that?" he sighed, but his irritation and his words went unheard as Skippaw hopped around him like a rabbit, her wide eyes shimmering with enthusiasm.

"Don't dawdle! Mom said I can go with you to the Trainingspot!" she exclaimed, hardly letting him get a word in.

"Can't you just go find one of your other friends?" he muttered through clenched teeth.

"You know I like hanging out with you best!" Skippaw said with a grin, obliviously clinging to her brother as if he were a lifeline. Twitchfallow's patience was thinner than the leaves that rustled in the breeze.

"Mom said I have to," Skippaw declared, as if that justified her invasion of his space. "She said it's important for us to bond! Like best friends!"

He snapped his gaze to where his mother, Roseheart, had just appeared, her soft features glowing with that irritating mix of encouragement and reprimand. "Twitchfallow, you should be happy to spend time with your sister. It builds character. Strong bonds between siblings, remember?"

"Yeah, in theory!" he shot back, his voice sharper than he intended. "But Skippaw's not exactly easy to be around, Mom."

Roseheart's expression faltered momentarily, but she quickly masked it with a heartwarming smile. "Just give it time," she urged gently. "And be nicer to her. She just wants to be close to you."

The look on his face must've betrayed his true thoughts, because Roseheart gave a sigh before she spoke a sentence that grated his ears every other day. "Twitchfallow, dear, remember that this is about strengthening your bond with Skippaw!"

"Strengthening our bond?" he muttered under his breath. "I'd like to bond with my date tonight instead." He glanced wistfully toward the horizon, imagining the blue-gray form of Lynxpounce, sleek and confident, waiting for him.

Twitchfallow constantly felt his personal space evaporate faster than a morning dew. Skippaw was an itch he couldn't scratch, a persistent spirit that clung to him like a burr. She had been his shadow for as long as he could remember.

Enchanted by his every move, she insisted on accompanying him everywhere—whether it was on patrols or to the Moonstone. But today, today was different. So much more different than his usual outings.

Today he had a date with Lynxpounce, a she-cat who made his heart race and his mind dizzy. The last thing he needed was Skippaw tagging along.

"Now, listen," Roseheart continued, her tone insistent. "I've heard it's good for you to spend time together! You are her older brother, after all."

"Mom, I'm going out on a date," he said, attempting to sound firm, though he could already sense defeat and slight anger creeping into his tone. "Skippaw should stay here with—"