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Lazily laying in a path of sunlight that shown into camp, Alfalfatuft let out a yawn and rolled over onto his side, his fluffy pelt neatly slicked back and groomed to near perfection. Although it was still Leaf-Bare, New-Leaf was just around the corner and the russet tom couldn't wait till he could spend all of his days laying in the sun, not a care in the world. Alfalfatuft wasn't the type of cat to want to get his paws dirty, whether that be doing any sort of work around camp or hunting, and the fact that he'd made it to warrior-hood and not be exiled to live as a Kittypet was a mystery, even to him. Of course, it probably had something to do with him being Firestar's son, seeing as though he was of royal blood and all.

"To you paws!" Came an exaggerated howl as Firestar body-slammed into the lazy pile of fur she called her son. Maybe it was because he was her only living kin, but the she-cat had babied him from birth until apprenticeship. It wasn't until she had taken her new role as leader did she realize the harm it had done to the tom's senses. He had been spoiled rotten and she was going to make up for it. "To your paws, warrior! We're under attack!"

Having almost dozed off, the sudden yowl of some-cat sent Alfalfatuft's fur shooting up on edge. Jumping up, the wide eyed, fluffy, russet pelted tom looked around, only to see his mother making her way towards him. His ears and tail immediately dropped and a scowl sat on his maw. "Ha ha, very funny," he hissed through clenched teeth. "Next time, I won't bother getting up when some-cat yells that and you'll be down a warrior. Then, we'll see who's laughing," the sarcastic tom taunted back, holding his nose high and refusing to meet Firestar's gaze.

Firestar let out a howl of laughter. "Don't be like that, my darling and eternal pain in the tail." She headbutted him. Hard. The headbutt of a loving mother that would like nothing more than to fight her own son. "Come, Allfallituft. We haven't had a real bonding moment since I painstakingly birthed you. Let's go for a hunt, just you and me?"

Letting out a huff as she headbutted his side, a petty attempt to make amends on her part, Alfalfatuft rolled his eyes. Great StarClan did he hate hunting or doing anything for that matter, but he also didn't want to get his rump beat. "Ug, finnnneeeee," he mewed in an exasperated sort of way. "But don't think that I'll be doing anymore hunting than I need to," he hissed under his breath.

Hoping he was still following her Firestar led the way out of ShadowClan camp, her shedding fur adding itself to the brambles as usual. She couldn't help but feel slightly awkward... Not having spent much time with Alfalfatuft since he was a kit. Which was probably where it all went wrong, if she was to be completely honest.

"So..." She cleared her throat as they got closer to her favourite hunting spot surrounded by fallen trees. "Want to go first? Or we could sit here and talk about our lives."

"Hmph, fine," the fluffy, russet tom mewed begrudgingly as they slowed to a stop. Lifting his muzzle and opening his maw, he padded around the area until he scented and soon spotted a mouse under some brush. Stalking forward, he waited till the time was right, and then... 'Gotcha.' Pouncing, Alfalfatuft landed squarely on the tiny creature and killed it with a swift bite to the neck.

Making his way back to Firestar with the mouse in his jaws, he dropped it at his big paws when he reached her. "Your turn."