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Post by blackmoon on Oct 30, 2009 15:41:05 GMT -6
So close................. Wickedkit was so close to her leader... so close to pouncing on him.
well untill someone strpped on her tale. "OW! What was that for!" she yelled at the cat.
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Post by Rainy on Oct 31, 2009 10:00:48 GMT -6
Silverpaw giggled, "Just protecting my leader, is all. AND my mentor. What's up, Wickedkit?" the silver-furred apprentice mewed, sitting down with her tail curled around her paw.
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Post by blackmoon on Oct 31, 2009 10:35:18 GMT -6
Wickedkit glared at sliverpaw. "I hate you! LEAV ME ALONE!" She scrached sliverpaws nose. drawing a good bit of blood. She ran hoping that the app would chase her.
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Post by Rainy on Oct 31, 2009 13:57:41 GMT -6
Silverpaw squealed in pain. "Ouch! Hey! What did I do?" she gingerly pressed a paw to her nose, and hopped on three paws to Aspenfeather's den, passing Emberheart on the wa. The dark ginger she-cat stopped dead. "Silverpaw! what happened? A thorn scratch you?"
"No, Wickedkit did! And I was only messing around with her!" she mewed, sounding a bit funny due to her nose.
The warrior's eyes narrowed to green slits. There was something odd about that kit. She turned to look at the kit, but didn't move.
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Post by blackmoon on Oct 31, 2009 14:10:54 GMT -6
Wickedkit looked straight to emberheart. She felt no emotion. How could she? Her own mother abandoned her. She beard her teeth. She hated everyone for just that reason, But there was something els, and she coulden't control it.
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Post by Rainy on Oct 31, 2009 14:24:24 GMT -6
Emberheart sighed. "I think we should talk to Briarstar about this."
Silverpaw whipped around, fur bristling. "No! He might make her go! She's only a kit! It's not her fault, she was abandoned. She doesn't know any better! She just needs to be with the Clan more. Don't Emberheart. I'm fine, it's just a scratch."
Emberheart rolled her eyes. Silverpaw had a strange instant bond with all kits of the Clan. But she wouldn't tell, for her. But not for Wickedkit.
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Post by blackmoon on Oct 31, 2009 18:50:22 GMT -6
(Feel free to bring briarstar in to this.)
wickedkit closed her eyes. She didn't like the way she acted, but when you are raised by your self. Its not like you know right from wrong. She didn't mind getting in trouble. The worst they could do to her is put her in the nursery? They couldn't make her leave. The warrior code says all kits must be protected. plus she would just go to thounderclan begging brightstar to have mercy on her. She sprinted in between the app, and warrior kicking them both square in the mouth like a launching pad. Not watching were she was going bumped in to goodkit, her best friend. Both kits fell to ground. Than they both sat up giggling wildly at mostly wickedkits clumysnes. It was mind boggling how the two of the most different kits became friends.
Wickedkit licked goodkits head, and goodkit did the same to wickedkit. The two began to play fight, but with wickedkits record a cat could mistake it for a real fight.
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Post by crazytheodrada on Oct 31, 2009 19:44:01 GMT -6
Aspenfeather was just padding out of her den. "Silverpaw?" asked the gray cat, surprised. "Are you okay?" She glanced longingly toward the fresh-kill pile, where she'd been about to go, but she wouldn't leave the apprentice.
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Post by blackmoon on Oct 31, 2009 19:52:48 GMT -6
The two play-fighting kits ran side by side there tale whipping the cats noses. They rolled on the ground playfully biting each other, but like i said with wickedkits history a bite to a scruff could be misunderstood for a bite to the throat.
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Post by Rainy on Nov 1, 2009 11:37:12 GMT -6
Silverpaw nodded, dropping her paw. The bleeding was almost done. "Um, yeah. I just, uh," her mind scrambled for an excuse, then remembered Emberheart's question," scratched it on a thorn is all. I'm so clumsy. I'll be careful next time. Maybe you should get something to eat. I'm fine, really."
Emberheart still looked miffed, her ginger fur ruffled, but she wouldn't tell... this time. She stalked away, deciding to go hunting. "Darksight? Come on you lazy furball."
The dark tom was curled up, snoozing in the sunlight. At the call of his name, his head jerked and he jumped to his paws. "Keep your fur on, I'm coming," he yawned.
(Emberheart is often on patrol with him for several reasons. one, he was her former clanmate, and evne though they are fitting well into windclan, they tend to flock together, with their old clanmates. she can tell he is exceling much better here then he ever did back home, but part of her still wants to keep an eye on him, out of pity for his blindness. which just annoys the heck out of darksight, lol)
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Post by blackmoon on Nov 1, 2009 13:19:13 GMT -6
( So just wondering........... How did my lil kits just like move out of this post?! Sorry its just like well umm hmmmmm I don't know I was just thinking it was going to be more about wickedkit is all I suppose.)
Finally after the kits stopped there play they began to chat it up with one another. "So wickedkit what do yo want you warrior name to be?" "I wanna be Wickedgaze." "Well I wanna be Goodheart." The two kits always had this conversion. There warrior names always changed each time. The two kits only talked about Cretan things. There were far to many eyes watchching them to many ears taking note to every thing they said. Now of course they forgot this, and talked of there opinions. "I think that app. you scratched should be a little more alert. I mean A KIT for starclan sake got her nose with one flick of the claw!" Than Aegean Wickedkit wasn't a normal kit. "YEA maybe we should be the app. , and them be the kits!" Wickedkit mewed off guard of the topic.
Bravekit, and caurage
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Post by Rainy on Nov 2, 2009 17:05:04 GMT -6
(Keep going. i didnt mean to do that, but obviously i cant play your characters, and im trying to get all my cats involved. Silverpaw's still there, and still perplexed.)
Silverpaw's fur bristled, hearing the kits. She whipped around, an usual flash of anger in her eyes. "Alert? I shouldn't have to be guarded against my own clanmates! For a couple of mousetails I'd..."
"What's going on?" meowed a deep voice. A brown striped tail rested on the apprentice's shoulder, and she relaxed under his touch. Briarstar turned his head, fixing the kits with his green gaze. "Goodkit? Wickedkit? What's going on?"
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Post by blackmoon on Nov 2, 2009 17:15:21 GMT -6
Goodkit froze. Now wickedkit just rolled her eyes. "Whats it to you?" in her smartalckely voice.
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Post by Rainy on Nov 2, 2009 17:22:07 GMT -6
Silverpaw gasped. "How DARE you talk to your leader like that?" But Briarstar flicked his tail for silence. "Is something the matter, Wickedkit? Anything... troubling you?" His voice was soft and kind, and filled with genuine concern. He glanced at Goodkit, but he didn't think the problem was there.
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Post by blackmoon on Nov 2, 2009 17:47:34 GMT -6
Wickedkit rolled her eyes. "NO..........." Goodkit looked at her sharply. "If You don't tell him I will." She whispered to her, but it was loud enough for a cat to hear her. Wickedkit looked at silverpaw. "Your app. hear needs to be a little more sharp. I got her with a flick of my claw. A great descries it is for an untrained kit to even be able to lay a claw on her." She looked at silverpaw as if it was a challenge.
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