Names (Oneshot/OpentoKits)

The twins gnawed on a stick in their den. They were grouchy and bored and angry. They were grounded. Confined to the nest for the next week. All because they broke the stupid wall. Who cared? The log was rotten anyway! It would not even last through Leafbare! They had just been having fun! It was not their fault it was too weak. But did Starlingfur or Swanstrike care about that? No. They had just wanted to know who did it and that was that. Now the hole was fixed and everyone got to go play. Everyone except them.

This isn't fair. We were just playing. 

Neither said it aloud. They did not have to. They knew. They always knew.

Something moved at the Nursery's Entrance and the twin's heads popped up. Flickerkit padded in.

"Hi guys," she mewed, a spring in her step.

The twin's eyes narrowed and they dropped back in their nest.

"Go away, tattle tail," one of them growled.

The brown kit started in surprise. She frowned. "What are you talking about? I'm not a tattle tail!"

One twin popped back up and blew a raspberry at her. The other popped up to snap. "Pffffffft!" / "You were the one that didn't go exploring. You were in the den when they came back. I saw you. You tattled and told the queens we broke the den."

Flickerkit's ears flattened and her tail bristled behind her. "You're just mad because you're stuck in here! It's not my fault you two can't behave."

The twins' dual pairs of blue eyes locked on the shekit like heat-seeking missles. "We knew it! You DID do it! You tattled! Tattle Tail! Tattle Tail!"

"What?" Flickerkit felt flustered. "No, I didn't. I did not.-" she started.

"Liar!" the one on the left accused.

"I am not. I just-"

"Then why'd you stay behind?" the one on the right demanded.

"I- I- I just didn't want to," Flickerkit mewed, looking away guiltily. 

"LIAR!" Now both kits were chanting. "Liar. Liar. Liar. You're a liar AND a tattle tail!"

"I am not!" the brown kit protested frantically. "I just-"

"What? What is it, Liar?"

"It was just late and I was afraid of the dark outside, okay?!" Flickerkit finally forced out in a rush, then gasped and covered her mouth with her paws.

"What?" The twin tabby kits looked at each other, then back at the shekit. One of them snickered. The other burst out in a laugh. 
"Are you-" / "Saying that you're-"
"Afraid of the dark?" they demanded in unison.

"No!" Flickerkit protested, too quickly and with obvious guilt.

The toms burst out into laughter and the little brown kit felt even little-er. Her ears were flicked back and she curled her tail under her little brown body in shame.

"You're not just a liar. You're a liar and a baby!"

"Nuh-uh!"

"Yes you are." The two accused. "You are just a scared little baby. Awwwwww, look at the poor widdle thing Quailkit."

"D'awwwww she's so itsy witsy, Quiverkit. Oh, I think she's even gonna cry like a baby."

"You two are... are... awful!" Flickerkit yowled, using a bad word Mistlekit had taught her. "I only came in here to keep you company!"

"Are you sure it wasn't to hide from the scary, scary stuff outside, Baby?"

"Or to come watch us like a little spy, Tattle Tail?"

Flickerkit ran off at that point. She really was crying now. The twins settled back down to gnaw on their stick. Stupid shecat. She probably was the one who tattled on them and was just lying. What a lying, tattling baby.