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Post by Cinderpaw on Mar 20, 2013 18:02:06 GMT -6
The little cat thought he had seen Oak-kit slinking around. He feared that cat, ever since he had attacked him for no reason. While other kits attacked for play, there was something about Oak-kit that was much more menacing. In a fit of terror, Cinderkit had fled the area, not really looking where he was going. He realized he ran right into the medicine cats' den. He skidded to a stop, turning around quickly and falling down in.. a great pile of leaves he had just accidentally scattered everywhere with his fall. The kit panicked, looking around. Did anyone see that? He tried to sweep the misshapen pile together before anyone would notice.
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Post by Waspwing on Mar 20, 2013 18:44:03 GMT -6
Waspwing had just finished sorting some more herbs. Soon enough he would be able to go out and collect a mass of herbs that had began to grow.
But then some stupid kit ran into the den, and fell into his herb bank. For a moment he just sat there in silence, too angry to even move. But finally he got to his paws, and hissed at the little tom. He raised his paw to swat at him, but managed to stop in time.
"I...You..YOU IDIOT!" He roared, shoving the kit out of the way, looking at the ruined, mixed pile of herbs. "It'll take me days to restore this! And that's even if all of these herbs are good enough for use!" He growled, turning back to the little grey pest.
"Do you care to try and explain yourself?!"
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Post by Cinderpaw on Mar 20, 2013 18:55:19 GMT -6
Cinderkit cringed as the medicine cat raised his paw, fully expecting a blow. When no attack came, he opened his eyes, and immediately wished he hadn't. Towering over him was a very angry cat. The gray kit cowered further down, pressing his belly on the dusty earth. He was tumbled over as Waspwing knocked him aside, not bothering to pick himself up fully as he lay on the ground, his eyes bubbly with tears. "I.. I.." the kit had trouble speaking, holding back sobs. "I'm sorry,"
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Post by Waspwing on Mar 21, 2013 16:39:54 GMT -6
Waspwing snorted in disgust at the kit, but didn't bother looking back at him. He had already started to try and sort the herbs. His mind was jumbling, unable to stick with one thought for more than a few seconds.
Finally he stopped his work and turned to the kit, expression still unchanged. "What were you running from, anyway? You looked like a rabbit running from a Fireclanner."
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Post by Cinderpaw on Mar 21, 2013 18:40:57 GMT -6
He was embarrassed. What was he supposed to tell Waspwing? That a future warrior of this clan was spooked by a kit younger than him? Cinderkit shuffled his paws uncomfortably, still sniffling. "I.. it's nothing," telling on Oakkit and of his aggressive advances on others would do no one good, and probably only make him grumpier. How did adults never notice these things. "I was just spooked by.. a shadow or something,"
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