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Post by LYNX ♥ on Jul 28, 2011 12:27:08 GMT -5
"Come on, Aspenkit. Are you retarded? We're gonna play a game, so get a move on." Her voice was high pitched and heavily laced with obvious adolescence, but her juvenile features held nothing but stark ferocity as she glared across the nursery toward the sizable lump of beige fur. A look of determination crossed her face at once, and crumpled into a frown when he didn't acknowledge her pestering. Of course, she was used to this. He had been living with her for at least a moon, and was by far the most insufferably lazy of the kits. Stalking toward him, the copper-colored female unsheathed her claws and, as she neared her clanmate, didn't hesitate to drive them into his tail. She smirked when his head came up off of his forepaws, and met his shocking-blue gaze evenly. "So?" Her inquiry was more of a sneer, anyhow.
"I told you not to call me that," He meowed, his voice as quiet as ever, as he lashed his tail out from under her grip. "My name is Rift. Learn it, asshole." He stood gracefully, and shook out his thick pelt of handsome cream and white patches, intertwined with sporadic tabby stripes of hazel. Dust fell to the ground, and he looked down at Brazenkit with a snarl painting his young face.
"Great!" The smaller kit purred mockingly, "Number one player, right here. I want the oaf on my team." She dodged his half-hearted swats easily, and slipped over to the other kits, meeting the eyes of Cherrykit, Secretkit, and Martenkit in turn. "We're playing kill-the-bear, right?" Brazenkit had heard enough stories of the fearsome monsters from the elders that she knew an apprentice would never compare to one, but half the fun was actually being able to take down an opponent, so she figured an apprentice was the best option. "Who's the bear?" A glint of excitement glittered in her muddy gaze, in that awkward stage between kitten-blue and the color her gaze would be for the rest of her existence. She glanced at her sisters for suggestions.
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Post by MiNTY♥ on Jul 28, 2011 13:37:33 GMT -5
The small femme twitched as she felt her brother moving from where he lay beside her with their pelts pressed together. Scrunching up her nose an almost inaudible growl rose in her throat as she heard Brazenkit’s falsetto tones echoing through the den. Apparently there was no such thing as sleeping in which she felt like doing most of the time considering she was an older kit. Lifting her white patched head she blinked sleepily at her brother and then at the brass hued kit standing before them. Groaning she buried her head in Aspenkit’s cushioned shoulder before forcing herself to her paws. Lifting her head she yawned; showing off all her jagged white teeth before taking a moment to stretch each of her limbs in turn. ”Morning Rift, Small fries.” She purred in turn to her brother and then the sisters.
It was safe to say there were no dull moments in the nursery with those three female kits stirring up trouble. It was weird, in one way they felt like siblings to them since Shard had brought them here. Then again she felt as though they were annoying little fur balls that she had to keep an eye on and that always got up to no good. However, her and Rift weren’t exactly the best of influences and she couldn’t deny the fact that they also got up to no good. She knew fine well that Shard was their dad and not hers but since she had basically no memory of her parents then it felt like Shard was all she had but the large black tom refuted anything to do with any of the kits. That left her with Aspenkit.
A very quiet chuckle left her maw as her brother spoke and she rolled her eyes at the two bickering. Taking a seat and wrapping her tiny little tail around her she lifted a paw and lapped at it with a rough, pink tongue before swiping it over her eyes to remove any crusting from the corner. ”You’re the bear.” She snarled with a playful tone of challenge to her meow. Getting into a pre-attack crouch she waggled her hind end from side to side and pounced at Brazenkit while she had her attention directed at her kin mates.
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Post by Swift ✱ on Jul 28, 2011 14:47:21 GMT -5
"Come on, Aspenkit. Are you retarded? We're gonna play a game, so get a move on."
Her sister's words caught the black kit's attention. A game? Well, she liked to play with her siblings, but they were rougher than herself. No, she loved to play, she was just weaker than them. Brazenkit and Martenkit were much livelier than herself too. She wanted to be lively. She wanted to be like them. It was unfair that she looked different to them too. She had black fur and they had browny-sort-of.
"I told you not to call me that," He meowed, his voice as quiet as ever, as he lashed his tail out from under her grip. "My name is Rift. Learn it, asshole."
Secretkit wrinkled her nose. None of the kits in the nursery were good role-models. They were quite the oppostite. Was there a need for the 'asshole'? No, he just had to add it in to seem more threatening. Brazenkit hadn't exactly been kind to Aspenkit though, to be fair. Tapping her fluffy little tail on the ground, she looked around to see what Martenkit would say. She wanted to play, but not on her own with Cherrykit and Aspenkit - or Rift, as he prefered to call himself.
"We're playing kill-the-bear, right?"
The little black kit looked over to Brazenkit. Both her siblings were bigger, brawnier than herself. Martenkit wasn't bigger than her,, but she was stronger. It really frustrated her a bit, alright. She was small, lean, and compared to them, was just plain weak in the eyes of the other kits in the nursery. And kill-the-bear? Well, she would exactly be an asset to the attacking side. She enjoyed the game though, and wondered who the bear would be.
”Morning Rift, Small fries.”
Small fries. Secretkit narrowed her eyes, but looked away. Why were these two such insulting little brats? She realized that the three of them weren't exactly polite. But her maw twitched into a tiny smile as Cherrykit leaped at her sister. ”You’re the bear." She lifted a charcoal-black paw and began to lick it, then cleanse her face. Quickly she finished, eager to get on with the game.
The charcoal-black kit stood up on her little legs and arched her back in a stretch, her black tail curling up behind her. Would they ever just get on with it? A challenge would be good. A good target.The apprentices were the only ones that would be likely to play with them - grudgingly, if anything - but it could still be fun. Her little paws took a few step toward them. |
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Post by Dusk on Jul 29, 2011 10:20:54 GMT -5
The long-bodied she-cat was busy making another futile attempt to smooth down the downy coating of fur around her neck when her brass-and-bronze colored sister started up a ruckus. The other kit did love starting up games. She glanced up from her grooming for a split-second to watch as the short-haired sibling slinked across the room to sneak up behind a larger, unresponsive mound of cream and beige tabby fur; eyes showing as a pale blue and amber mix in the dark of the den. A smirk twisted on her face as she watched that paw rise and fall and the immobile form of Aspenkit -Rift, Aspenkit, she really couldn't care less what he chose to call himself- finally came to life. Martenkit wondered if the lazy tom had even been sleeping, or if he'd just been feigning a nap to avoid dealing with the "antics of younger kits", as she'd heard one of Elder's say. She wouldn't put it past the slightly older tom.
The smirk on her face widened into a mischievous grin at the thought of a game, eyes narrowing among the dark fur masking her face. A good rough-and-tumble game, hopefully, other games weren't so fun. Who cared about batting around a scrap of moss or pretending to lead a clan when they could just as easily go "attack" someone for real. None of the warriors seemed to mind so long as no one got hurt. "Kill-the-bear sounds perfect," she growled while standing and giving a quick stretch. She glanced between her two siblings, first at Brazenkit and then at the black, more petite of build Secretkit. Martenkit always felt like the middle ground between the two, sharing physical traits with both of them. She shared similar coloring with Brazenkit, both of them being of a more or less red-and-brown hue whilst Secretkit was black; then she had long hair like her black-colored sibling whereas Brazenkit had shorter fur -which Martenkit really quite envied.
She snorted as Cherrykit leapt at Brazenkit while the younger she-cat's back was turned. No, if they were going to have a bear it needed to be bigger than themselves. At least bigger than the trio, considering Aspenkit and Cherrykit were practically apprentice age. "Brazenkit doesn't make a good bear. She's too small," she piped up, not caring if the ginger female took offense. "Maybe there's a push-over apprentice with nothing to do." That was more appealing to the kit than fighting someone more or less their size. Everyone else had probably had the same idea, so why hadn't they voiced it? The matter was too trivial for the attention span of single four-moon kit. Said kit gave a wave of her long tail, before trotting closer to the nursery exit and looking over her shoulder to see if anyone followed.
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Post by LYNX ♥ on Jul 29, 2011 12:18:10 GMT -5
Just as the other females who inhabited the den began to rise from their unenthusiastic positions, the tawny-colored kit herself shook out her coat and stumbled back a step. A familiar coat rose from the bunch, splashed with diluted hues that meant Cherrykit was up for participation. Brazenkit released a tiny grin that exposed needle-sharp canines. Small fries. "Lardbutt," She acknowledged the other female with mock sincerity, her face full of false dignity as she flung her quiet retort. Cherrykit wordlessly stalked toward her, and the slightly younger kit was forced back a step, until a deep frown creased her brow, a lightning storm of determination brewing in her muddy gaze.
You're the bear. Uh oh. The spawn of Shard's was no more prepared for the calico's sudden attack than she had been for Martenkit piping up behind her. Still, she hadn't the time or attention to pick up what her sister had said, for she was far too busy rolling out of the way of Cherrykit's attack. While she felt the other female land heavily on her tail, the littler kitten hissed and spun around to deal her den-mate a sharp flick to the nose. "I'm not hardly big enough to be a bear, mousebrain." She rolled her eyes, and tugged herself away from the other's grip. "Let's go find an apprentice, yeah!" She nodded vigorously at Martenkit's input, "That's what I was thinking. I mean, they'd get in trouble if they fight back, right? C'mon let's do it." She chuckled darkly and bounded after the darker kit as she exited the nursery.
"Splashpaw! Let's get her!" She yowled.
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Post by Dawn on Jul 29, 2011 16:23:57 GMT -5
* SPLASHPAW
[/size][/font] Just ask and I'll hold your breath in my hands | And I'll save you when you crash, when you crash
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Dreamfeather had chosen her for the dawn patrol that morning. Surprise surprise! It was to be just the beginning of her subtle punishments for 'meeting' Dunepaw at the border, even if not intentionally. Seemingly the deputy, both cousin and mother figure, thought that if all of her time was filled up in the day she would be too tired to explore at night. Well, that just makes me stubborn. I'll find the energy. She decided, rather taking on the same throw back streak that the bengal carried. Besides, she hadn't met the tom. If it had been a she-cat she ran into at the border, no question, she would have been pardoned. But was the deputy so fixated on keeping the family blood in Tempestclan that she would make such a big deal about Splashpaw meeting a Zephyrclan tom? What if, say, she was friendly with a tom from another clan at the gathering? If I ever get to go to one, that is. Splashpaw reminded herself, shaking away scenarios and future punishment from her mind. Maybe I'll see Dunepaw again at the gathering, anyway. She can't object to that chance meeting, can she? Trying not to think about it any longer, the she-cat took to washing her paws.
She sat a distance away from the fresh kill pile, still tired from her early patrol through the cold grasses. Hailghost, who had led the patrol, allowed her to eat a mouse, and now she was warming herself after the meal. Likely any minute a warrior, informed of her wrong doings, would pop up and tell her to fetch the elders some food, or change their bedding, or report to Voidstar. However, the small gray tabby was resigned now to her fate. She sighed, and considered heading out to look for Flareheart, who as of yet had done little to no battle training with her. To be honest, the little apprentice was passive, and she wasn't all that excited about going into battle like her denmates. Perhaps Flareheart will find me herself, like mentors should, and protect me from my cousin. She decided, stretching and parting her jaws in a small yawn. For now, she had done her fair share, and she could wait. Splashpaw had managed to relax, caught in a daydream, when a young, high female voice broke out just behind her, from the entrance of the Nursery. Oh, no! She turned to look over her shoulder, brilliant green gaze flashing as she noted two of Blackshard's kits running at her; Martenkit and Brazenkit. Surely the others weren't far behind. If she ran, however, she'd look a coward. She was bigger than them, and she would have to let them 'play.'
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Post by MiNTY♥ on Jul 29, 2011 16:34:33 GMT -5
Her ears twitched as around her she became aware of the two other female kits beginning to stir, but she would not allow her attack to be distracted by them. Narrowing her eyes she pushed off from the ground, Brazenkit beginning to pull away at the last minute. However, she caught a russet coloured tail between her paws and pressed the tips of her claws lightly into it. As a paw grazed her nose her maw opened in response allowing her to bare her fangs at her enemy and spit. Deciding her attack was over she kicked off the ground and bounded away, turning back to glare at the smaller female. ”Exactly pipsqueak, you are tiny and it wouldn’t take long to squish you.” She growled with a slightly teasing tone in her voice but on the other hand it was a little serious.
Rolling her eyes at the enthusiastic mews coming from the two sisters she bent over her chest and began to groom her fur until it lay flat again. Even though she tried her hardest not to show it her paws were itching for a good game. She was almost as big as Splashpaw now and if they caught her off guard it was likely they could take her to the floor and declare their triumph. As Brazenkit squealed in alarm she whipped around. ”Don’t call out her name before we attack her! She will know we are coming!” Hissed Cherrykit, but it was already too late and the younger kit had already taken off. Growling under her breath she charged out of the nursery, signalling with her tail for Rift and Secretkit to join them. "Come on guys, lets get her." She purred, pleased that they would actually be attacking another. This apprentice didn't stand a chance.
As the light hit her she felt dizzy for a moment and she halted as her eyes focussed. Spotting the silver female she bounded over and stood facing Splashpaw. ”Where do you think you are going?” She growled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Glancing over the apprentices shoulder she watched expectantly for kits starting to pile onto her. "Don't think you are getting out of this one easily." She added, her white tail lashing behind her.
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Post by Swift ✱ on Aug 2, 2011 19:21:49 GMT -5
She listened quietly as other kits decided who to go after and smiled as Brazenkit declared Splashpaw the target. Surely so many kits had a good chance against the apprentice. ”Don’t call out her name before we attack her! She will know we are coming!” Cherrykit was right, but her sibling had already gone from the den. The older kit looked annoyed, but ran out after Brazenkit anyway.
Secretkit stood up quickly. Or rather - jumped up quickly and looked about as the other kits began to run out of the den. Excitement made her paws tingle and she itched to go. And go she did. She tore off as fast as she could after her siblings. Out of the nursery and into the sunlight. her smile didn't fade as she saw Cherrykit facing Splashpaw and saying something to her. The black kit grinned.
She didn't slow up as she neared the apprentice to plan her moves. Nor did she concentrate properly on what she was doing like she should. Quite the opposite; the black kit charged at the cat in front of her, black, fluffy tail lashed excitedly behind her and amber eyes glowing wildly. The game was fun - even if they didn't win. The smile stayed plastered on her face.
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Post by Dusk on Aug 2, 2011 22:04:26 GMT -5
Martenkit's eyes lit up as the game ensued, Brazenkit leading the charge as the short-furred sibling spotted a poor apprentice to be their target. Behind her Cherrykit raised an objection to the two being loud-mouthed and announcing themselves instead of sneaking up on Splashpaw, but the little kit could only roll her eyes as the older kit hissed after them. Who just snuck up on a bear? Wouldn't it be so big that they'd see any sort of ambush coming its way? Probably. The rust-coloured she-cat thought so, and as far as she cared hers was the only opinion that mattered. 'I've always got great ideas, no matter what Cherrykit and Rift have to say about it.' One idea that might not have been her best, though, was running smack dab into a bright lit afternoon after the comforting dark of a nursery. Reddish paws carried her blindly forward as her eyes narrowed to slits against the painful glare, not adjusting quickly enough to the sudden change in light. Her eyes opened slightly, though everything was still blurry and hard to make out. There was...something though, getting bigger as she came closer to it.
'I need to stop.'
Easy enough to think, not so easy to apply when running at top speed. Her front paws dragged on grassy floor of the camp, but her hind legs kept pushing her onward. Stop, stop, stop, stop! Her face collided with a wall of fur, which brought her to a stop quite nicely. The jarring blow hadn't hurt too much, though her nose was now throbbing. Martenkit reeled back from whomever she'd run into with a hiss, lips pulling back over gums and small, needle sharp teeth. A brisk shake of her head served to clear the small spots clouding her vision so the kit could see precisely whom had been on the other side of the collision. To her dismay, it was the bear. Annoyance rushed up inside the kit and she bounced away from the gray tabby with a snarl. If she'd known any major expletives, they'd probably have been loosed on the poor apprentice, but as it were, Martenkit was just too young to have acquired a large number of swear words. Instead she resorted to the only sort of verbal abuse she knew. "Hey, idiot, if you're such a great apprentice then why didn't you get out of the way?" Not particularly graceful or witty, but it served its purpose of moving the fault of the incident from herself to the small she-cat.
A malicious grin curled up on her maw as Cherrykit spoke and the other's caught up. Now they could win. There was nowhere for the apprentice to run and if she fought back too hard they could get her in trouble with the adults. She was already in trouble, from what the red-brown kit had heard some other warriors muttering over their evening fresh-kill. Splashpaw wasn't so stupid as to get herself into double trouble, right? No, this'd be a game the kits would win no matter what. A blur of black fur signaled Secretkit's leap, and Martenkit leaned back on her hind legs; this time when she hit the gray tabby it wouldn't be an accident.
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Post by LYNX ♥ on Aug 3, 2011 19:26:06 GMT -5
Surely there was no escape for the slightly older cat, for should she attempt to evade their onslaught she'd be seen as little more than a weak, humorless coward. There were plenty of onlookers, lingering about camp to witness the 'attack', and the pretty silver tabby really had no choice but to endure the blitz like a good sport, and be gentle on the harmless little kits. Right?
Brazenkit surely didn't think that all through, but that didn't concern her of course. For if Splashpaw had chosen to run, the copper female would've given a chase regardless. However, the apprentice made no move to escape, so Brazenkit had no trouble launching her small frame toward the 'bear'. She had to admit, Splashpaw hardly made a better bear than herself, but it was better to be the attacker than the attacked, she figured, as she bit down on Splashpaw's striped tail wickedly.
She disregarded Cherrykit's warning, fighting the urge to tell off the slightly older know-it-all. She didn't have the time or attention though, because she was suddenly busy exploding with laughter after Martenkit's collision. "Nice one, Graceful!" The fierce little female yowled merrily, distracted from her own attack to observe the others, adrenaline making her giddy, despite the fact that it was all a mere game. She couldn't help but light up with the fact that she was fighting. It was truly a thrill, so she quickly returned her attention to the bear, resuming to her previous ferocity.
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Post by Dawn on Aug 6, 2011 17:36:40 GMT -5
* SPLASHPAW
[/size][/font] Just ask and I'll hold your breath in my hands | And I'll save you when you crash, when you crash
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The young tabby hadn't been going anywhere, but she assumed the kit's cry was all part of the play. Her better nature was to assume that kits would be kits, with no intent to hurt or use their claws. But there was a doubt, these being the kits they were. Perhaps it was her blood, the way she had been brought up to distrust rogues. She held nothing personal against them, but somehow, Splashpaw didn't trust the group of rough youth. She was bigger than them, but when they were full grown? They would be much larger than her, that was easy to see. Already their small bodies rippled with excitement and power. She sat resignedly and gazed at one of the older kits leading the attack, Cherrykit. Soon I'll be sharing a den with her? If we train together, she'll pummel me! Her sense of pride didn't want to admit it, but she was small and hadn't hardly any experience with fighting. In fact, she had little more than these kits.
Suddenly, something was careening toward her. Cornered well enough by the other kits, she could do nothing but watch and horror as Martenkit came nearer and nearer. Oh. Shit. That was her only thought as the smaller body slammed head first into her gray shoulder. Of course she had been prepared for the verbal assault as well, that was only natural from a kit like this one. Giving herself a shake, as she gazed down at the younger felines around her, Splashpaw warmed, if nothing else, to the fact that at last she was around cats smaller than her. Even if they won't be this puny for much longer. She gave a hiss, though, as Brazenkit bit into her tail, which was flicking restlessly. Yup, great. The wounds would be small, at least. Their jaw bones were smaller than her's. It was nice that at least all of the other kits didn't jump to Martenkit's defense as she pinned the blame on Splashpaw; they were smart enough to see that she hadn't been at fault. It made her a bit of a better sport, so she crouched like a hunter (one thing she did know how to do well, luckily) and let her tail lash instinctively. "Me? I thought you were a mouse, running up for breakfast. How was I to know you would run your little skull against me for fun?" Her words carried a sarcastic tone, which was unusual for her, but she was learning a little from experience. Besides, she had already resigned herself to putting on a good game for them.
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