Little brown eartips spotted!! Salamanderpaw almost of a mind to march on over and celebrate Seapaw being up and out of their nest uncharacteristically early, but she stifles that urge. What kind of babykitten needs a congarulations for waking up? Not the kind of babykitten she's kin with. They're tougher folk than that. Still, spying Seapaw puts her in a mood. A 'stomp on the things you love' kind of mood. She can't help it. All the things that Salamanderpaw holds dear will inevitably come out of it with teethmarks on them.

Her colorful, bushy tail juts right up as big paws stomp over the sand. There's a stinging, still, in the side of her neck, the side of her head, all the places that'd been bitten open or bitten off. Soreness like she's never really felt before. It feels like a very grown-up kind of pain. Something that connects her to real warriorhood. In an odd way, she thinks she might even be sad when it subsides.

"SEA—" she rears up, "—PAW!" And down, forepaws whapping the sand by where her sibling's settled down for breakfast (a mild wince, there; who knew neck muscles felt so much of what the rest of your body does?). "Stars almighty I haven't seen you awake in forever. Did you grow a few more spots when I wasn't looking? What are those? Where'd those come from?" And here comes one of those bothering paws, darting out to try and nudge-nudge-nudge at Seapaw's side, pointing out the spots she's '''never''' seen before.

"What else have you been up to? What are you hiding??"

@sleepyyjax ; SEAPAW