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Post by sable on Jul 16, 2007 12:58:14 GMT -5
A black cat led four kits out of the nursery, her silver eyes narrowed. She hated having kits around; she didn't get to hunt or patrol. She hated not being about to hunt or patrol. Sable was the kind of she-cat who needed to be active; exercise was the only thing that kept her healthy, as she didn't eat much. But her kits needed food, so she set an example for them. Sable glanced sharply over her shoulder, where Direkit was attacking Wickedkit.
Direkit! Sable hissed. The only she-kit in the litter looked up from tormenting her brother. Get off him. Be nice. The queen tossed a mouse to Direkit and Wickedkit. Here. Eat and be quiet, she growled smoothly. She picked up a vole and chucked it to the other toms, Tormentkit and Hexkit, and went to lay down on the dusty floor of the Clan camp.
DuskClan was not like the other Clans. They were strong; they would overcome the little problem of TreeClan, MistClan, and StoneCla. Sable wanted to take over the valley - er, help Bloodstar take over the valley, that is. She lay elegantly in the camp, her neck straight, keeping an eye on her four troublesome kits.
Direkit followed her mother out of the nursery, not behind Tormentkit for once. She had a cute little smirk on her face, and her eyes kept flitting to the brother of hers that was partly behind, partly beside her - Wickedkit. Suddenly the dark tabby leaped at her dark gray-black brother, giving a battle cry...or squeak.
But Sable hissed at her, and Direkit did not like being hissed at. She grumbled, getting off of Wickedkit.
Wickedkit was slightly behind Direkit, and suddenly his sister pounced at him. Hey! Wickedkit mewled, unsheathing his claws instinctively. He was suddenly squished by his sister. Getoff! Wickedkit hissed.
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Post by Bloodstar on Jul 16, 2007 13:17:37 GMT -5
Hexkit dug greedily into the vole that his mother had tossed his and Tormentkit's way; his tiny tummy grumbled in protest, but was soon quieted as it realized that it was being appeased.
Looking up from the meal, a small scrap of meat hanging from the side of his blood-tinged mouth, Hexkit mewled frustratedly,
Mama, there's nothing to do in here. Why can't we go somewhere?
He had cabinfever, so to speak; his paws itched to leave camp, pin-sharp claws flexing in a way characterisatic of his father.
Oh so overcome with his boredness, in a way only kits could, he let out a heavy 'Oof' as he rolled onto his side; the vole now forgotten.
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Post by Blackice on Jul 16, 2007 20:28:13 GMT -5
Looky looky,
Blackpaw silently came up beside the family, a fluid black shadow. What was Smokepaw doing at the Gathering? Her tail twitched in frustration, but she restrained her self and spoke to Hexkit.
I don't think that would be wise, she said, there are plenty of beasties out there just slavering for a taste of tender kit meat. Her eyes widened and then narrowed, boring into Hexkit's. Then she broke off and laughed, dry and biting. You're Ebony, right? You're kits are... active. Useful, too. This was the exciting part about being in a clan, she supposed. Seeing it grow stronger.
A new day has dawned
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Post by Tormentkit on Jul 17, 2007 12:23:55 GMT -5
He was by far the largest kit, built with the muscular frame of his father, and the same disdainful slur in his bright eyes. He sneered as he exited the home he'd known all his life, not taking in the life around him as so many kits often did. No, he flexed his muscles as if he'd been cramped in there, as well, he often complained he was with having to share a den with those fat lumps. He let Hexkit have simply a few mouthfuls before forcefully shoving him out of the way to fill his stomach with the morsel. He left simply a few scraps for his brother to finish, not caring much for those parts, his tail held high until another came over.
Despite his being an apprentice of age, Tormentkit was hardly smaller than him, even for his own small age. "Who's Ebony?" He spat rudely, quirking his head to the side with a sneer. "She's Sable," He said uncaringly, tilting his head to the side, looking for his two young followers.
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Post by sable on Jul 18, 2007 11:30:50 GMT -5
That whole thing about not being behind Tormentkit? That ended as soon as the largest kit exited the nursery. Yeah, she's Sable, Direkit sneered. Her dark tabby striped tail was high in the air; Direkit was most happy when she was following Tormenkit around and picking on cats with him. She suddenly nudged Wickedkit, who fell over easily. Heheh, Direkit laughed.
Wickedkit did indeed fall over, and hissed. Stop it, Direkit! His black tail twitched in annoyance and frustration. Would you quit picking on me? He hissed.
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Post by Blackice on Jul 18, 2007 16:28:10 GMT -5
Looky Looky,
My apologies, said Blackpaw, There has been a lot of new people coming in, and much work to do. I'm afraid I haven't had enough time to get acquainted with everyone. She raised an eyebrow at the kits. They showed some vestiges of toughness, the will to survive and get to the top by any means necessary. But although she was under no delusions that here was like home, that she was better than anybody, it still made her itch to be spoken to that way by a kit.
Even if I am at fault, she informed Sable's litter, you should treat your elders with respect. It could get you killed, otherwise, with certain cats. She was not speaking about herself, of course. But DuskClan had many dangerous felines in it, and their allies BoneClan even more so. She could just imagine one of these little snits mouthing off a diplomatic party and getting their neck sliced. Not a pretty picture.
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