&it ain’t nothin’ we can’t [handle].

[Troublekit]

Mistclan was Mistclan, after all, even during this lull of activity as the clans settled back into more naturalized lives after the Great War. There weren’t even any territory skirmishes, but Battledream was still patrolling and organizing hunts, Cloudedlegend and Dodgestrike seemed to have taken up a friendship of sorts and stuck around as hunting and training buddies – although it would be apparent to all that the bold, loud warrior Bristleclaw had Dodgestrike wrapped around her front paw – and…hm. Who is being forgotten? Oh yes. Murderpaw was skulking around…errr, somewhere being all murdery, and Starpaw had found an obsession with butterflies she wouldn’t let go of.

And the RP’er is so totally rambling now. Let’s move on. Umberwings was having to do the grand thing lately and use her daughter to help her with herbs, although she wasn’t the grandest of assistance to the medicine cat, so little in fact the clan was probably notified of it by the ear-splitting yowl that came from the medicine cat den as well as the fleeing, laughing figure of the kit who had just scattered the neatly piled herbs everywhere. Her gold and black mottled coat even still had herbs clinging to it from where she had rolled about and played in it – but it was either unnoticed or uncared as the apprenticed-aged Troublekit bounced around the main camp.

Hm.

Where was some mooooore trouble she could get into? She eyed the waterfall for a moment, recalling that wild time where they, just their first experience out of their birth den, had gone jumping in and nearly giving their father a freakin’ heart attack. All in good fun, of course, and the mischevious wild youngster gave a devious grin as she padded over to the waterfall – but this time she wasn’t looking down and lost into memories. Oh no. Her golden-yellow eyes narrowed before she looked around for anyone paying much too close attention to her, before she tended her muscles to take the leap and go outside the clan’s camp. Since nothing was going on in here to interest her, there was just no telling all the fun sorts of adventures she could get into out there!

[Onyxdart]

Troublekit was looking for trouble again, Shykit could just tell. She was prowling around by the water- the water she'd nearly given their parents a heart attack jumping into. And she'd gotten everyone all wet. Shykit hated being wet. He wrinkled his nose at the memory and looked around to see if anyone was watching her. No one was, of course, because it was quiet and they were probably supposed to be napping or something.

Well, the little tom couldn't very well just let his sister get in trouble all by her lonesome. So he stood and padded warily over, his tail waving slowly back and forth. And then, in a very rare moment of silliness to which he was not prone if anyone was looking, he crouched down and leaped into the air, coming down right next to his sister.

"TROUBLE!" he yowled, and looked at her to see if he'd scared her at all. Then, as if remembering himself, he sat like a composed, quiet little kit, the perfect son, though... there may have been a current of troublemaker running far beneath the surface.

"Where are you gooooing? We're gonna get in trouble. Again," he said a little wearily. If you were around Troublekit much, you always got in trouble. But he loved his sister, and was secretly a lot less bothered by it than he perhaps should have been.

[Troublekit]

Of course Troublekit was looking for trouble. It was in her name, after all, and the tiny kit made sure to live up to it. She was eyeballing the ledge through the waterfall – once it would be a daunting difficulty for her to even think about trying to leap too, but now that she was bigger it wasn’t nearly as scary or as far. The she-kit crouched down and wiggled her rump dramatically, muscles tensing in her hind legs, but before she could hurl herself across the brink…

“Shykit!” She yowled as her brother popped up out of freakin’ nowhere, nearly toppling over side ways as she changed tactics to, instead, attempt at pawing at him. Gee, for a kit that seemed so quiet and shy she often had to wonder if her bro didn’t enjoy being dragged along for the wild ride; although her companion on most of her wild schemes and adventures was more often then not Darekit. She grinned widely at her larger brother, however, mottled gold and black tail flicking from side to side as she laughed.

“Me? I’m not doin’ annnnything, whacha talking about?” She then gave him her most innocent of looks before dissolving complete into a fit of giggles, jerking her head in indication of the waterfall. “I’m going outside.” Troublekit proclaimed boldly, with a Devil May Care smirk, before rising back to her full height and strutting forward a few cocky steps to the very edge. “You gonna came too, bro?”

[Onyxdart]

Ooooh no, they really /were/ gonna get in trouble. They couldn't go outside! Could they? Shykit looked at his sister, one ear tipped back, the other out to the side, with a very uncertain look on his face. He watched Troublekit saunter to the edge towards the waterfall and flicked his tail, looking over his shoulder again for whoever was inevitably going to yell at them.

He was tempted to let his sister go by herself so he wouldn't get in trouble with her, but he wasn't about to let the smaller kit go out by herself and get hurt or something. So he haaad to go. Just to protect his sister, of course. He really didn't waaaant to go, because he was the perfect child. Hahaha...ha. Ahem.

"Well I can't let you wander off alone. Mother would kill me worse than she's already gonna kill the two of us..." he grumbled. Then he shoulder his smaller sister out of the way and launched himself to the ledge she had been contemplating, the way out.

"But I'm going first," he said over his shoulder, moving out of her way.[/size]

[Troublekit]

Heeeey. If one wanted to get into trouble might as well go all the way and into a hell of a situation, right? Right. If anyone wrote the book on trouble it was Troublekit – she couldn’t explain the rush, the joy, she attained from such an event but she lived for it. “If Mom was gonna kill either of you, yanno, wouldn’t she done it when we were smaller? Would’a been easier.” The tiny kit laughed and shook her head at Shykit; sure, Troublekit wasn’t always the brightest crayon in the box but she sure knew when the larger kit was in denial. Pssk, one day she was totally going to get him to admit that he enjoyed this daring, wild adventures too.

“Hey!” Shykit leaped ahead, taking the oomph out of the she-kit’s strut, but with a wildly lashing tail she hurled herself across the divide to land easily on the ledge next to her brother. Ahaah! That was easier then it looked, except now they were both wet. Oh well, she liked water and a little of it never hurt anyone. “What, we gonna stand here an’ get caught?” She grinned wolfishly at her brother before hurling forward in a quick run, only pausing to blink at the sunlight when she finally made it outside. Wow, a big wide world out there…

“S’where we gonna go first?” So many places, so much trouble, so little time.