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Post by Kibbles on Sept 29, 2015 15:09:26 GMT
The gray kit cried as he laid in the mud. He was curled up next to a puddle, covered in the mud. It was cold tonight and he shivered from being soaked to the bone through his kit-thin fur. Why was he alone? His mother said she would be right back. She had been gone for days now. Had she left him? No. She loved him! She told him that she loved him everyday. So why wasn't she here? He wanted to curl up beside her in a dry den, not in this squishy mud. He hated this. He just wanted to go home!
"MAMA!"
The wail was loud. He wanted to make sure she could hear him. And of course, being at the young age of one and a half moons, he didn't think about the other dangers that could, and would, be out there at this time of night.
A shadow flew over him and he looked up, half blue and half green eyes wide with fear. The owl screeched as it flew down towards him. He let out a squeal of fear as he rolled so that he was in the roots of a near by tree. The talons raked to try and grab any part of the kit, but he stayed pressed back against the wall. He didn't want to die. He just wanted his mother! Was that too much to ask for?!
This was a horrible night.
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Post by ♏aple♢ on Sept 29, 2015 19:24:50 GMT
I may have the face of an angel
But I sure as hell don't act like one
Marshclan life sure had been chaotic lately. A new leader, cats falling ill, kits being born.. Life was really picking up. What kind of life it was that was picking up, and whether it was a good or bad one, Turtlefrost had yet to determine. But it kept her busy. Kept her focussed. Kept her working hard for the better future that Duskblaze and Eveningblaze had promised, and kept her teaching the younger cats in the clan what being a true warrior meant. When she was little, Turtlefrost had always rolled her eyes whenever Hailstar had said that busy paws were happy paws. And yet now..
She found herself happy.
Sure, the clan was a disgusting mess, barely worthy of being called a clan. Sure Leaf-Bare was coming and their camp wasn't ready. Sure half the cats in the clan didn't even have their names yet- something that irked her to no end. But it was something to strive for. Now that she was getting back into the swing of things, Turtlefrost was working as hard as she could to get things liveable. It would be no Thornclan, but Starclan take her now if Turtlefrost was going to be a part of a clan and not have it be the best one in the mountains.
Born and raised a night-dwelling cat- as was the way of Thornclan- Turtlefrost had set off for some late night hunting after her dusk patrol. After all, what good warrior wouldn't want to get a bit of extra prey in for her clan before heading off to sleep? A lazy cat! And Turtlefrost might be a lot of things, but she wasn't lazy. Oh no. Now that plenty of cats were sick, the ones that weren't had to hunt twice as hard. Catch prey twice as big. That was why....
Turtlefrost was hunting owl.
Ohhhhh yes. One of the biggest birds a cat could catch. Kits were scared with tales of them carrying off young, and they battled with cats for resources. Owls were a nasty, nasty bunch. But a very tasty bunch. And a bunch that could feed several cats! Seriously. The size differed from owl to owl, but any kind could feed at least three. And the one that Turtlefrost was tracking? Well, she had an inkling that it was a big one. And she was hot on it's tail.
A wicked grin lit the she-cat's face as she dashed through the forest. She practically flew over the mud, watching the owl's shillouette under the near-full moon. It was hunting. But little did that bird know that the hunter had become the hunted. Turtlefrost was quick but careful- keeping out of the way of stones and stepping lightly. She wouldn't allow it to get too far ahead- and once it dipped down.. If she was lucky, she might even catch the owl and its prey!
A shriek caught her ear- stopping the she-cat in her tracks. But then- the bird swooped! No! That was her chance! Dashing forward, Turtlefrost was a blur as she pelted into the beast. It had swept down to the base of a tree trunk, and was caught off guard as Turtlefrost sped past it- only to turn sharply and charge into the beast with a slam. She caught it with outstretched claws, one paw between the head and wing each, pinning it to the earth with quite some difficulty as it struggled. Although Turtlefrost would never admit that. It fluttered desperately and in vain as she poured all her weight into the tackle, biting fiercely at the back of its neck. Oh- Starclan! She'd forgotten about the head turning! The feathered creature's neck snapped around, just barely missing her eye. It startled the she-cat enough for her to losen her grip just enough for the bird to slip from under her paws.
But she wouldn't give up so easily! With a fierce shriek, Turtlefrost jumped into the air, catching it mid-flight just by the legs and dragging it back to air. Oof. That knocked the wind out of both of them. But it gave her just the chance she needed. Parting the feathers with her paws, Turtlefrost bit hard and repeatedly at the neck, each time sinking deeper. The owl screeched with protest, but soon enough those screeches were quelled. Turtlefrost, however, didn't get off the animal until she was sure it was completely dead.
Whew. that had been exhilirating. Passion and adrenalin shook in the she-cat's wide blue eyes, and her heart beat as fiercely as the wings of the owl in it's dying breaths. She let out a ragged laugh. Oh man. That had tired her out, though. Breathing hard, Turtlefrost slumped her head onto the bird's back. She just laid there for a moment. The spot above her eyes stung. There was a bit of mud on the feathers, but they were beautiful and spotted and oh so large. A gorgeous bird, and a delicious meal. A grin spread across the she-cat's face.
But a noise from behind made her lift her head. A... whimper? The screech! Turtlefrost suddenly remembered, whipping it around fully to look for the source. Hadn't that been around here...? Oh. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh.
There it was. A little kit, cowering in the roots of the tree she'd so recently been at with fear enough in its eyes to fill a lake. Suddenly, anger sparked in the she-cat's eyes. And heart. Had this been what the owl had gone after? Well, now she didn't have to feel guilty about killing it. As if she would have in the first place. But this poor thing... All trembly and tiny covered in mud... Turtlefrost's blue eyes immediately softened. How old was it? Slowly, the she-cat rose to her paws. Trying to be as absolutely unalarming as possible, she moved towards the little creature.
"Hey there little fella. Are you alright? That mean old owl didn't hurt you, did she?"
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Post by Kibbles on Sept 29, 2015 22:57:36 GMT
Fogkit sobbed as the talons raked for his tiny body. He stayed as close to the tree as possible, leaving only a few centimeters of space between him and the deadly bird trying to eat him for dinner. The look of fear was plain on his face and he hoped his mother would come back and save him soon. He begged to no one in particular that his mother would come back to save him.
Then, like that, the bird's talons were gone. He stayed under the roots, but looked out, trying to see what made it go away. Was that a cat? Fighting an owl? He watched carefully as the two beings fought for their lives. Who would win? Would the cat die and the bird come back after the kit? Or would he be saved?
Thankfully, it was the latter. The bird lay in the mud, wings spread and blood drenched. The she-cat looked rather proud and he couldn't help but let out a whimper of fear still, which seemed to catch her attention.
He darted out from the roots and buried his tiny face into her legs, which were covered in mud and owl blood. He didn't care, though. He was safe! And by the way she spoke to him, she wouldn't hurt him, right? Cats didn't hurt other cats. That's what mama said. There was no reason to fear others.
"I'm not hurt. And my name is Fog! My mama left me here and said she'll be back... but that was... yesterday morning. But she'll be back! She promised she would," he said, looking up at the she-cat above him. Tears of relief were in the corners of his eyes.
"Can you stay here and wait with me? Another bird thing might come back. I'm sure mama will appreciate it," he added.
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Post by ♏aple♢ on Sept 30, 2015 17:18:34 GMT
I may have the face of an angel
But I sure as hell don't act like one
Oh what a poor little thing! Turtlefrost let out a tsk as it scurried towards her, huddling between her paws. Long and tall-legged, Turtlefrost towered above the kit. How old was he? Two moons? One? What kind of evil, horrible parents would leave their little bundle of joy out here all alone?! They were lucky to have them! Suddenly, Turtlefrost felt her anger spike. Seriously- and in clan territory? Owl territory? And it only rose when the kit spoke.
He wasn't hurt, but Turtlefrost gave him a bit of a nose over just in case. Lots of mud- what color was he? A little bit of blood (that was mostly from her though), and a whole lot of fear scent. He might have had a few scrapes and scratches- but they would have to get him back to Eveningblaze to be sure. Oh you poor poor thing.
"Well, Foggy." Turtlefrost cooed, crouching down. He would be more protected, then. "My name is Turtlefrost. Its nice to meet you." Oh, how Turtlefrost loved kits. Or- well- it was complicated. Her own mother had... No. She loved her mother, and she loved kits. It was just.. hard to explain. But they were the future. So bright and innocent and eager to learn, so naive to the harsh ways of the world... This poor thing actually thought his mother was coming back. Maybe she was. But if she did, she would get a mouthful of TURTLE CLAW. Because there was no way in Starclan she would give a kit back to some wretched queen who had left him alone, so young and in such a dangerous territory. No way no how!
She didn't say that though, of course. She didn't want to scare the poor thing. Well, scare him any more than he already was. "I'll tell you what. I have a whole lot of friends. And we all live together in one place, with lots of food and other fun kits to play with. Its lots safer! How about you come back with me and meet my friends, and then they can look for your Mama while you eat and sleep some? I bet you're awful tired if you've been waiting so long, huh?"
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Post by Kibbles on Sept 30, 2015 19:34:00 GMT
Fog's eyes widened at the mention of friends, food, and even other kits! He nodded quickly. He was awfully tired, and cold. Perhaps he coudl even sleep next to Turtlefrost! No one would say anything, right? After all, she was his first friend, in his eyes. She was really warm, just like his mama was.
"Yes! Lets go! How far is it?! How many kits?! Are they close to my age?! How many cats are there?! Are they nice?! Will they like me?! Can I sleep next to you tonight?!"
So much excitement was filled in his voice as he asked the multiple questions. He wondered if they traveled like him and mama did. Or did they have a territory? Was this their territory? Well, he didn't seem to be in trouble for being here. So maybe it wasn't.
His tiny paws shifted every once and while, excitedly as he waited to head towards his new friends. Thats how friends worked, he was sure. You were friends with one cat and all of their friends automatically became yours! Oh, he couldn't wait to see how many friends he had now!
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Post by ♏aple♢ on Sept 30, 2015 22:16:18 GMT
I may have the face of an angel
But I sure as hell don't act like one
"Atta boy." Turtlefrost purred, giving the kit a little nuzzle. So soft and tiny.. She must protect this pebble. Maybe another kit would be good for Marshclan too! Get their numbers up! Petal could handle another one... riiiight? Shoot, how many kits could a queen handle at once? In her litter, it had only ever been her, Poppykit, and Yewkit... But Mama had still never been around then... Oh, fiddlesticks. If Petal couldn't take care of him, she would! Turtlefrost had her mind set on this, now. And once she decided on something, she didn't give up. This pebble would be a warrior!
"Hmmmm... Not too far! Well, for me. You have teensy kit legs, so it might be really far away for you. But thats alright, because I can carry you." she meowed confidently. But.. Uh... Suddenly, Turtlefrost looked from Fog to the owl. An owl on its own would have been hard to carry back to camp, but a kit too? Well... Uh... she'd figure something out! That was Turtlefrost- master improviser! "There are a looooot of kits! Lets see... There are seven! Five little ones like you, and two big ones." Hey, was this kit about the same age as Petal and Scorpionstorm's kits? The she-cat squinted. What luck! "There are a lot of cats, too. More than you can count on two paws!" she exclaimed, puffing out her chest with pride. Yeah... Marshclan was actually tiny compared to what Thornclan had once been. But they were working on it! And if this kit had just been with his Mama his whole life, it'd probably seem like a lot to him, right?
Turtlefrost answered every question as it came, her own dark blue eyes reflecting the kit's. Man, how cool was this? It sucked that the kit's mama was a deadbeat, but Turtlefrost had all kinds of experience with that. With her. Uh. Dad. Not her Mama! Foxflower had been wonderful. And Turtlefrost would be great too! Even if she was just takin the kit back to camp. "Sure thing you can! After tonight though, you might have to sleep with the other kits." I mean, if Patchpaw and her sisters had gotten to sleep with Kei that one night (AND SHE HAD HAD TO DEAL WITH CHERRYKIT KICKING HER IN THE HEAD ALL NIGHT THANK YOU VERY MUCH), nobody would mind a teensy weensy little kit sleeping in the warrior's den for one night, right? Especially since it was so empty with so many cats sick! Uh- she wouldn't mention the mess that was the actual nursery right now.
But now- she had to figure out how to get him back. Rising fully back to her paws, Turtlefrost frowned. How was she gonna do this? She could just leave the owl and come back for it later... But then it would be cold! And what if some predator found it? No way was she letting that happen. "Hold on a sec, kiddo." she meowed, moving towards the owl. If she picked it up by the neck... how would she hold the kit? Some cats could put kits on their backs- but only the really big, really broad ones. Turtlefrost was tall and long, but she sure as hell wasn't wide. So that was out of the question. Maybe if she held the kit in her mouth, she could put the owl on her back? Uh... Turtlefrost hoisted the bird up, trying in vain to drape it over her shoulders. The wings worked fine, but the fat body just kept rolling off! Ugh, that was out of the question too. Um... what if she...?
Putting the bird back on the ground, she picked it up in her teeth. Except, not by the neck this time. No, this time she grabbed it halfway down the wings. At the bendy part. One wing joint in each jaw, so the body hung below her in a little swing. Well... that worked as good as anything. She really didn't wanna have to drop and pick this back up though, so instead, she just gave Fog a muffled shout. "Hrrrp rnnn!"
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Post by Kibbles on Sept 30, 2015 22:26:09 GMT
Fogkit was amazed! More than he could count on two paws?! How did they all live together?!He looked at his paws carefully. 'One....Two... Three.... Four.... what comes after four? Oh who cares! Lets just go!" he thought to himself as he looked back up at the tortoiseshell she-cat.
A giggle escaped his maw as he saw the bird swinging from her. He bounced over and managed to claw his way up onto the bird's body and laid down on it, keeping his claws in it so that he wouldn't fall off. He swung back and forth and giggled again playfully. This was fun!
"Come on, Turtlefrost! What kind of name is that anyways? Why not just Turtle? Or Frost? Can I be Fogfrost? Or Fogflower? I like flowers. They're pretty. Oh! What about Fogcloud! I can make myself look like a fog cloud! Watch," he said excitedly. He concentrated on fluffing up his fur and after a little while, he looked like a puff ball with a grinning face, legs, and tail.
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Post by ♏aple♢ on Oct 3, 2015 0:37:10 GMT
I may have the face of an angel
But I sure as hell don't act like one
Oof. Well, that was heavier than expected. But really, what should a cat expect carrying a kit from a swinging bird to feel like? It took Turtlefrost a moment to adjust to the added weight- light as the kit may be. For a second she thought she might even drop him! But no sir, not Turtlefrost. She held her neck up high and held that owl as strong as a cat could! And either looked very cool or absolutely ridiculous in the process.
Oooooh he was so full of questions! Turtlefrost loved when cats asked questions. And she wanted to answer every single one. But the she-cat knew that if she even tried to talk around that owl, she would just drop the whole thing and send both the kit and the bird tumbling into the mud again. And probably Turtlefrost herself, too. So instead of answering the little tom's questions (which became very numerous as the walk went on), she just made commental grunts as they traveled. And traveled. And traveled. Ohhh Starclan was her neck going to be sore in the morning.
But they finally made it! Eventually. Her legs were chunked with drying mud (much to her distaste- but she was too excited to care) and her neck felt like it was on fire. Turtlefrost was pretty sure she wouldn't be able to talk for a moon. Was this how Duskblaze felt? Oops- she shouldn't joke about that. Duskblaze was a good leader. It was bad to disrespect those higher up than you- even if they were younger. Just as she was starting to feel bad though, the sweet, sweet smell of clovers and clanlife overtook the she-cat. Oh that beautiful canopy. Wait- was she becoming attached to this place already?
Turtlefrost wanted to let the kit down right at the camp's entrance. She really did. But she would not be dropping her prey wherever she pleased like some... Heathen. No, Turtlefrost marched right over to the pile, head held (painfully) high, before dropping the owl right at the top. And of course, the kit fell with it. It wasn't a very tall pile, but it was a teensy tumble's way. But what better way for a kit to be introduced to a clan then by falling into a pile of food?
"Welcome to your new home, little buddy! Or- well- your home until we find your Mama." she purred, tail swishing. Turtlefrost grinned, but it quickly turned into a grimace as she stretched her jaw back and fourth. Ouch! "Most cats are asleep right now..." hmm... she wondered if she should bring him to Duskblaze? Leaders were supposed to meet new members. She totally didn't want to go see him because she wanted to brag about catching an owl and saving a kit in one night. No sir. But maybe she should bring him to Eveningblaze too? In case something was wrong with him? He hadn't seeeeeemed hurt, but there was too much mud to tell. And- ooh! She should show Littleflame! He liked kits, right? "But when they all wake up, there are so many cats that you're gonna get to meet little Fog! You'll get to talk to the other kits- they sleep over there right now-" she pointed to the elder's den. Or, what she'd been told was the elder's den. They didn't exactly have many of those. "Aaaand you'll get to meet my cousin, Eveningblaaaaze! He's grumpy, but he's the best medicine cat around. He can help you if you ever get hurt!" she pointed to the medicine cat's den now, right across the stream. "The leader, too! He's the one in charge- I bet he'll want to see you. He's in Eveningblaze's den right now, but he's pretty cool. He has kits too, about your age!" she beamed. Oh, he would have so many friends! "And tonight, you can sleep in the warrior's den. That's where my friends and I live. We're super strong and protect and hunt for everyone here!" she meowed, putting one paw on the tom's back and pointing with her tail now to the fluffy den where the warrior's slept. Oh, so much to do! So much to see!
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Post by Kibbles on Oct 3, 2015 22:05:42 GMT
Fog looked around at the passing forest, purring loudly as he swung back and worth with the weight of the owl. The night was still chilly to him, especially since he was still wet from the mud. His kit fur really didn't keep much warmth in either. So he shivered as the night grew on.
His green eyes were bright with excitement, and soon he could see dens around him. He looked around, trying to see if he could spot any other cats. As he was doing so, he was dropped onto the ground, rolling down the freshkill pile. The smell made his tummy rumble.
"Wow, it took forever to get here! How can you walk so far? It must be tiring! I'm hungry. Can I eat something? What do you have to eat?" he asked, nosing around the food now. He popped his head out with a water vole clamped in between his jaws and stared up at the she-cat.
He then moved from the food pile so that he was right next to her, plopping the food down.
"What kind of animal is this? It looks tasty. Can I have it? Do you want some?"
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Post by Shad on Oct 6, 2015 20:29:47 GMT
The grey tom was hungry. He was always hungry. Well, almost always. When he was asleep he wasn't hungry. Except when he dreamed about prey. Then he was hungry. And when he woke up after those dreams he was extra hungry. Right now he had just woken up and he was extra hungry. Patchpaw was out on some sort of patrol thingy and Cherrykit was sleeping so he figured he was safe to just go grab one little mouse. No one had to know. He groggily padded over to the fresh kill pile. Turtlefrost was there. That cat never made a lick of sense to the young tom, but she never glared at him either like some cats did so he did not think good or bad of her. She simply was, like right now, when she 'simply was' between him and his late night snack. He flicked an ear in lazy greeting and eyed the prey. Mouse. Vole. Mouse. Mouse. Score! Gullkit gleefully sunk his teeth into the wing of the biggest bird he had ever seen! Man! This would keep him fed for at least a whole day! He started to turn to drag off his prize when he saw... it. The tom froze, dropping his meal in shock. What was this? How did it get here? What was it doing? Was this some sort of trick? Suspicious, confused, and maybe a tad excited by his newest find, Gullkit snatched up the smaller form of Fog in his jaws and without a word raced off with his prize to the Elder's Den. Cherrykit! Cherrykit!The tom had plopped the grey bundle next to his brother and was frantically shoving the tom awake. When he finally opened his eyes, Gullkit sat down next to his find. He looked at Fog. At Cherry. At Fog. At Cherry. Look! Look! It's ME! I found ME! Do you see? Can you see it?! I don't know how it happened but I cloned myself! It's ME! |
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Post by ♏aple♢ on Oct 7, 2015 0:04:25 GMT
Deep in his dreams, the world was a very different place. One full of bright colors and wind that spoke to his heart. Twirling golden vines and stars that shone too intensly, but not intensley enough. A world carpeted by clovers and full of scents of cats he didn't know- but weren't bad. Everything there was good. Everything there was-
Awake.
With a kit under his nose.
Cherrykit blinked blearily, hopping back as a wriggling bundle was shoved beneath his chin. He sneezed as mud smeared across his muzzle, spitting in surprise before tumbling up onto his hind legs- and then falling on his back. Ack! This was a less than kind awakening. Who in the forest-
Oh. It was Gullkit. Cherrykit blinked accusatorily at his brother. What was he doing, shoving one of the kits in his nest like that? Sure, Cherrykit could be a nest-hog sometimes, but that was no reason to.... Wait a second. This wasn't one of the kits. He looked all gray, like the one that coughed, but he didn't have stripes. Cherrykit peered down at the kit scrutinizingly. He actually looked kind of like... Gullkit!
It is! Why is there another one? What? How? Wait, it's so little, how could it be you?
Gullkit looked as pleased as could be, and just as excited as too. And now that Cherrykit's sleep delerium was beginning to fade, excitement and curiosity lit his amber eyes.
Before he could do anything though, another cat entered the den. The tall tortoiseshell who he'd seen around camp and spent time in the clover den.
"So you've found the nursery, huh? This is where all the kits sleep. You've met Gullkit and Cherrykit- the other ones are asleep over there. The sleeping ones are your age. Tonight, you can sleep with me if you want, but this is where you can live for the rest of the time you're here!" Turtlefrost chirped. Man, Gullkit was eager to make some new friends, huh? He'd run so fast! Yeah, Fogkit was gonna get along just fine. So many friendly kits his age! Even if Gullkit had been a bit enthusiastic. Yeeep, There was mud all over Cherrykit and his nest now. But Patchpaw and the other apprentices could get that sorted out in the morning! |
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Post by Kibbles on Oct 7, 2015 0:25:14 GMT
Fogkit let out a squeak as he was stolen from Turtlefrost. His tiny claws came out and he tried to swipe at the cat who took him, but he couldn't reach him. Within a moment, though, he was inside of a den and shoved towards another cat. He looked up at the one who had stolen him, eyes narrowing then widening.
"You look just like me! Oh, is your name Fog also?! I'll be Little Fog and you can be Big Fog, that way we don't get confused when people call for us. But why am I in here?" he asked. He turned to look at the cat Big Fog was looking at. An orange and white tom was staring at him as well.
"Oh, hi! I'm Little Fog and this is Big Fog! Its good you don't have gray fur because we wouldn't know what to call you. Medium Fog? Yeah. But since you don't have gray fur, you don't have to worry about it."
He looked behind them as Turtlefrost came in. "His name isn't Gullkit! It's Big Fog! Can't you see he's me, just bigger. I swear adults are so weird sometimes," he said, shaking his head.
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Post by Shad on Oct 7, 2015 3:23:49 GMT
The tom let out a rumbling purr. The cloned him was talking. He was so proud! Just look at how amazing he was! He crouched down beside his clone, grinning as it talked. It's name was Fog. It wanted him to be Big Fog and it was going to be Little Fog. How cute! He licked its head and beamed as Turtlefrost came in behind him. What was this? Was she following them? She wasn't his newest baby sitter was she? He did not mind Littleflame. He did all KINDS of stuff with them, but somehow he pegged Turtlefrost as not being the creative baby sitting type. To be honest, he did not peg her as the baby sitting type at all. Then his clone raced up and started talking a mile a minute. Gullkit preened under his new name. Yes. Yes. He was Big Fog now! Fear him! Little Fog shook his head in disgust at Turtlefrost's slowness and Gullkit nodded, his green eyes sympathetic. That shecat never understood a thing he tried to tell her. It was the most frustrating thing -or, it would be if Gullkit ever bothered to try to communicate. As it was, he had given up that tactic when he was 3 moons old. Now, he simply 'listened' via lip reading and then proceeded to do his own thing anyway, pretending he did not understand. Who said being deaf did not have its perks? Since he never talked, no cats besides his siblings realized he was actually something of a genius, particularly when it came to lip reading, if he put his mind to it. Which was seldom. He only put his mind to things that interested him. Not counting food, his siblings, or sleep, those things were few and far between but that did not change facts. He could understand everything other cats were saying almost perfectly almost all of the time -when he was interested. He was even better than Cherrykit who actually tried to talk to other cats (when the orange tom felt like it). After a moment of silence for the poor adults who could not understand hardly anything, Gullkit trilled a playful purr to get Little Fog's attention. He flicked his tail toward Cherrykit and winked. He twitched his whiskers. Once. Twice. THREE! GO!The grey tom let out a rumbly growl and pounced on his brother. He jumped right behind the highly suspicious Cherrykit (it was his brother after all and he knew Gullkit) and chomped onto the tom's ear, grabbing hold of his brother's head with his massive paws. He left the distracted tom's belly wide open for Little Fog to attack. Mud was splattered all over all three toms now, but they hardly noticed -or cared. A purred laugh stuttered its way up through the tom's chest. He was distracted for a moment by something strange. Patchpaw? Was she coming back? She normally was out hunting for quite a while. She was terrible at it so she liked to use what little spare time she had (and even litter spare energy) to work on it. He had expected her to be gone for quite a while not- But then the tussle was really getting going and Gullkit forgot about the errant thought. His mistake. |
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Post by ♏aple♢ on Oct 10, 2015 3:34:17 GMT
"Little Fog and Big Fog, eh?" Turtlefrost humored them, a wry grin on her face. She cocked her head, as though she were thinking very hard. "Hmmm... I can't tell which is which!" In reality, the two actually looked pretty different. Well, any cat could se that. One was puny, one was huge. For his age. And while little Fog's fur was solid gray- or so it would seem under all that mud- Gullkit was pointed. But they were having their fun. And as it seemed, little Fog would be safe for now. Turtlefrost looked over to Petal, who seemed to still be sleeping. Even after all this ruckus! If she could watch over a whole slew of kits, what would one more be for a minute?
"Hey Little Fog. I'll tell you what. I'm gonna go tell our leader that you're here, alright? So you just stay put with Big Fog and Cherrykit over there! And if you need anything, let that she-cat know. Her name is Petal." she instructed, big blue eyes hard and reassuring. She gestured to each cat in turn. The two bigger kits could look out for Fog- and if they didn't, then surely Petal would. She needed to let Duskblaze know that they had a new kit in camp as soon as possible. It was a warrior's duty to let their leader know any important news after all! And a new kit, potentially joining their clan? Definitely big news. With a final grin to the contents of the den, Turtlefrost dashed out and towards the Medicine Cat's den.
Ohhhhh Cherrykit knew that look. That mischevious little glint that his brother got in his eye when he was planning something. He watched Gullkit and his little copy warily. What was he up to....? But he only got to watch for a moment before the pounce! Ack! Cherrykit tumbled back as Gullkit wrapped his way behind him, wrapping those big paws of his around his head. Can't see! Cherrykit wiggled around, but when he felt paws pummeling his belly he just couldn't resist a laugh. A trill bubbled up in the little tom's chest as he writhed for freedom, batting at his attackers. But alas, to no avail!
And before long, he could feel other bodies stirring. Oh boy. Had they woken the other kits up too? Now there would be even more of them crawling all over the place! Ack! Was that mud on his mouth? Where had that she-cat gone! Someone! Help! It was the attack of the clones!
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