A Friendly little hunt (Bolt/Open)

The silver shecat looked at her brother with a thoughtful scowl, trying to work out what would have miffed Bolt so much. Had Shadowfrost's words actually gotten to him? That seemed strange.

However, her brother wanting to fight his own battles was anything but. Raven sighed.

"He insulted you again?" she guessed. "Not really surprised." The small shecat reached up to lightly cuff her brother's ragged ears. "Get over it, sunshine. Ya ain't perfect. And here I thought I had destroyed all that self-esteem. Seems I'm not doing my job right if a dinky cat like Shadowfrost can manage to wound you. I'm amazed he could even come up with a good taunt. What? Did he call you buttface?" Raven looked closely at Bolt, squinting as if to see better. "Well, come to think of it...."

The shecat grinned and winked before turning back to her rabbit, stuffing her feathered tail in Boltfang's face just to irritate him as she did so. What could she say? It was part of being an annoying little sister. She stuck her paw back down the rabbit hole.

"Now look," she began. "that bugger seems to like me so if I can just-"

The rabbit chomped down, this time on her paw. Raven hissed but she was ready for it . She hooked out a claw,  catching onto something. There was frantic thrashing inside the den. She yanked her paw out and the rabbit came flying, right at Boltfang's face. 

"Get it! Get it!" the shecat cried excitedly.

Swanstrike stared at her, jaw dropped in shock. Raven rustled her fur, a bit disgruntled by her friend's amazement.

"What? I may not be able to hunt, but I do okay fishing. I figured it might be the same basic concept. Blasted bugger just refused to bite my paw instead of my leg."