Wolffang
Wolffang sat in camp, her back pressed against her sister and Hawktalon. Her sister was dozing, flexing her claws as if she was ripping a mouse to shreds.
Crazy cat, she thought fondly. Hawktalon was sitting, alert and cool, with a mischievous look in his eyes. "Hawktalon, what it is?" There was a tightly drawn warning in her meow.
Flurrystrike
Flurrystrike dozed in the sun, images of hunting dancing mice flickering through her insane and inane mind. She felt her sisters warm back against her side, and felt warm comfort.
Hawktalon
Hawktalon sat on his haunches, feeling Wolffang and Flurrystrike against him. He felt a rush of fondness and love as he looked at the two cats who were the closest things to littermates he would ever have. He turned his gaze back to the camp, the warm feeling that had flowed through him making him feel as if he could do anything. He flexed his claws, looking for something to do. Then Wolffang spoke and he recognized that tone in her voice. She was warning him not to do anything stupid. "Relax, Wolffang," he meowed smoothly and coolly, "I'm not going to pull any stunts, alright?" She smiled back at him fondly and opened her mouth to reply, but he cut her off quickly "Hey, wanna go for a run or hunt or something?" He bounced up eagerly.
Wolffang
She shook her head fondly at Hawktalon. "Sure, let's wake up Flurrystrike." They both prodded her.
Flurrystrike
She sprang up and unsheathed her claws, immediately assuming a battle stance. She relaxed when Hawktalon and Wolffang explained to her what they were doing, and she nodded eagerly. "Sounds fun to me!" she flexed her claws, imaging ripping through flesh and fur as an excited thrill ran through her.