A/N: Yay! I finished this one today! Unfortunately, I actually went five words more than last time…I hope you all forgive me. This one's sort of crack, because it was just the first thing that popped into my head, but I worked for a significant amount of time on it, and I hope it's sufficient! Thanks again to Domestic Servant for the inspiration and the prompt!

Prompt Dos: Sokka; deprived

Requester: Domestic Servant-- :D

Words: 820


"No! Are you kidding me? You've GOT to be kidding me!"

Katara shook her head disapprovingly. "Sokka, would I lie to you?"

"Well…"

The waterbender cut him off. "Don't answer that. But I'm telling you, I'm not lying now. We're stranded on this island, and we have no food."

Her brother dropped to his knees in the sand, inhaling sharply in what sounded like a hybrid of a sob and a snort of annoyance. "But…you're a waterbender, Katara! You ought to be able to find me at least something to eat!"

His sister rolled her eyes, placing her hands on her hips. "Me being a waterbender has nothing to do with my ability to forage. This is a desert island. There's nothing here but sand and a few trees. Anyway, we've only been here for an hour. If you're so hungry, why don't you help me figure a way out of this?"

Sokka allowed himself to fall face-first into the sand, groaning. His voice was muffled when he responded despairingly "I'm tooooooo hungry. Just leave me alone to die…"

Katara crossed her arms, her eyebrow twitching with irritation. "Sokka, we ate lunch three hours ago. Stop being melodramatic and help me figure out a plan. You are the plan guy, after all."

Sokka lifted his head from the sand and held his index finger up matter-of-factly. "Toph and Aang aren't here, and I was never the plan guy before we met them, so technically, I'm not the plan guy right now."

Angrily, Katara hoisted her brother up by the collar, dragging him to his feet. "There was nothing to plan for before we found Aang. But now there is! So get thinking!" She tapped the side of his head with a fist and spun on her heel, stalking off in the opposite direction. "I'm going to scout the perimeter of the island, see if I can find any fresh water. Keep an eye on the sky while I'm gone, Aang said he'd follow the Earth Kingdom ship with Toph and Appa. If he saw it sink, he'll be here. Even if they don't, when I come back, you better have thought of something."

As soon as his sister disappeared from sight, Sokka fell onto his back in the sand, squinting against the harsh midday sun. He smacked his lips, which were only slightly parched, and closed his eyes. "Sooooo hungry…" he moaned. "Need meat…"

Sokka…

The warrior sat up, glancing around. A few meters away, a light breeze picked up some sand and tossed it into a swirl before settling down again. No one was there. He collapsed back with a yawn, resting his head on his hands.

Sokka…

The water tribesman sat up again, twisting around to look up the beach. "Katara, is that you…?"

Sokka…

The wind picked up, ruffling his wolf-tail and tossing more sand into his face.

Sokka…

Rubbing his eyes, the warrior sneezed. "Not funny, Katara!" His stomach complained loudly, and he glanced down at it. "Shh, be quiet! I know you're hungry, but hold on a sec!" Sokka quieted himself, and strained to listen.

Suddenly, someone spoke right into his ear. Sokka!

The warrior jumped, startled, and spun around, already crouched in ready position. "Aha!" he cried out, pointing. Crouched on the sand was a small brown-furred animal, with two round little horns budding from its head, and a stub of a tail that twitched back and forth incessantly.

Recognizing it, Sokka took a reeling step back, as if he'd been struck. He pointed accusingly at the creature. "Hey! How'd you get here?!" From the sheath over his shoulder, Sokka drew his machete, holding it threateningly in front of him. "Don't come any closer, meat creature, or you won't have your mommy to protect you anymore!"

The moose-lion cub bounced a step closer, his entire back end twitching with excitement.

"Katara…!" Sokka called out nervously, hoping without hope that his sister was within earshot. The animal hopped forward a few more paces, but Sokka held his ground, shaking his machete warningly. The warrior's stomach rumbled and he snarled at it to hush.

Fufucuddlypoops gave an adorably cute squeak, crouching playfully. Sokka's upper lip lifted slightly, but his stomach did the growling for him. "Uh-uh," the warrior shook his machete again. "I'm not falling for that this time!"

His stomach begged to differ.

"Oh, what the heck," Sokka felt he had waited long enough, and threw caution to the winds. He stuck his tongue out the side of his mouth and lunged forward, swiping at the animal who dared taunt him.

Fufucuddlypoop's image dissolved, and Sokka's machete swiped air, and he face-planted—again--in the dust. Rising with a muttered curse, Sokka blinked sand out of his eyes. Looking furiously around to see where the cub had disappeared to, the warrior's stomach mumbled disapprovingly. Sokka rubbed his temples and huffed.

"Oh, shut up," he snapped.


A/N: R&R&R!