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Post by Sedgekit on Sept 29, 2015 23:16:55 GMT -6
Ugh! He was so bored!
Sedgekit had been bored for way, way too long. It must have been, what, an hour? He had tried everything to get rid of his boredom - from bumbling under paws to batting at tails, there was nothing that could help him get rid of this brand new ailment that he had never had before. He let out a grumpy sigh as he batted at a moss-ball. He wished somebody would come over and play with him.
He didn't even like stupid mossballs anyway. He was sure that he could figure out something to do, if only there was someone else around. |
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Post by Hazelkit on Sept 29, 2015 23:33:07 GMT -6
A stray mossball had rolled away from the kit, only to be stopped underneath the small paw of another.
"Hey! You're doing it all wrong!"
Hazelkit had watched the cat aimlessly bat at the moss from across the nursery. After spending what felt like the whole day sleeping and staring down at her own paws, it was finally time for some action.
The small tabby stepped forward and took a wide, confident swipe at the mossball. launching into the air, the ball bounced off the other kits nose and fell back to the ground. |
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Post by Sedgekit on Sept 29, 2015 23:41:21 GMT -6
Sedgekit had let the mossball roll away, his boredom increasing to the point where he no longer cared about that stupid mossball, anyway! He was just getting ready to go wrestle with some dead mice from the fresh-kill pile when he heard the squeak of another kit.
Hey! You're doing it all wrong!
He whirled at the voice. Finally, someone to pl -
She took one swipe at the mossball and slapped it right into his face. Stunned, his amber eyes wide with a mixture of shock and anger, he began to bristle. Who was she to tell him that he was playing wrong?
"I was not, stupid-head!" he snapped, slightly embarrassed, snagging the mossball with a claw. As he spoke, he got angrier and angrier. "You're not supposed to slap other kits in the face with a dumb mossball! Maybe you should get trained to play with mossballs right! Oh, wait! You can't! You're not an apprentice! You can't get trained!"
With that, he whirled the mossball off his claw and threw it at her face. That would show that stupid kit. |
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Post by Hazelkit on Sept 30, 2015 0:01:53 GMT -6
She flinched only a second later after the mossball hit her smack dab on the head. He learns quick!
"Hey now, no need to be so huffy!" She mewed, prodding at the ball of moss. "I may not be an apprentice yet, but i think i know a little more about having some fun than you would."
She crouched down and took another swipe at the ball. This time it bounced passed the other kit, and landed near the entrance of the nursery. Bounding after the ball, Hazelkit blurted out, "Besides, it sure beats whatever it was you were doing."
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Post by Sedgekit on Sept 30, 2015 0:10:09 GMT -6
"I know tons about having fun!!" Sedgekit yowled, raising his voice way too loud. He was really upset that she would even imply that he didn't know how to have fun. If he knew one thing about having fun, if he knew just one thing, it was that mossballs were the opposite of it. Clearly she knew nothing about fun if she was chasing after that dumb mossball. It sure wasn't cool anymore.
Still, he couldn't quite shake that curiosity as he watched the other kitten bat the mossball towards the entrance of the nursery. He was almost ready to concede and join in, until she said that what she was doing beat whatever he was doing. He almost yowled again in frustration! The nerve of this kitten! Narrowing his little yellow eyes, wriggling his haunches in the air, he watched her bound after the ball...
And pounced! But it wasn't at the mossball he decided to catch; he decided to catch this other cat and wrestle with her. That would show her that he knew what fun was, and maybe even teach her a thing or two. Claws sheathed (even he had enough manners to know not to claw a clanmate, even one as rude and stuffy as this one), paws outstretched, he bounded towards her, attempting to tackle her. "Gotcha!" He yowled, before he had even touched her.
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Post by Hazelkit on Sept 30, 2015 8:54:24 GMT -6
Reaching the ball, Hazelkit raised her paw, preparing to give it another whack when suddenly she heard a yowl from behind her.
Gotcha!
She had only just glanced behind her before the other kit barreled into her, pushing her straight over onto the ground.
"HEY!" the tabby kit let out a yell, not anticipating the attack. Rolling onto her back, she kicked her hind legs at the other kit, claws unsheathed but still haphazard. |
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Post by Sedgekit on Sept 30, 2015 9:09:29 GMT -6
Success!
The rush of joy that Sedgekit felt when he bowled the brown tabby over was nothing like he had ever felt before. He wriggled his haunches, ready to give this little she-kit a nip to the ear and bat at her face a little bit. His grip was weak, but he thought he had her effectively pinned - until she let out a shout and rolled onto her back.
So heavily involved in this play, he didn't even notice her discontent. His blood rushed in his ears and he let out a little giggle as he leaned forward to give her a bite on the shoulder, but the other kitten had different plans. He didn't even notice her unsheathed claws until they slammed directly onto his stomach, and he let out a squeak of pain and staggered away.
They might've been kitten claws, but Sedgekit was a kit after all, and he had never been hurt except for a snagged claw or a sprained paw. He gave the other kitten an offended, hurt look, and padded back to his nest with narrowed eyes. "See!" he snapped, his tail whipping. "You don't know how to play right after all!"
He sat, looking at his stomach. The tiniest of scratches was on his stomach, three tiny lines. With another glower at her, he began to lick his wounds. Stupid kit. He didn't want to play with her anyway.
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Post by Hazelkit on Sept 30, 2015 11:34:22 GMT -6
Before she knew it, the kit retreated just as quickly as he had pounced. In her shock, she had unsheathed her claws. She hadn't even realized!
Righting herself up from the ground, she gave her shoulder a few quick licks before glancing over at him. Glowering back at her in return, Hazelkit looked away from the black kit, shame taking hold of her expression.
She stared down at her dusty paws, it looks that her hind paws had grabbed some small clumps of the kits fur. She sheathed her claws and stood up.
Head hanging low, Hazelkit padded across the nursery to the kit. Her tail dragged lightly through the dust, leaving a trail behind her.
"Did I... hurt you?" She mewed in a meek tone, still looking at the ground. "I didn't mean to." |
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Post by Sedgekit on Sept 30, 2015 11:46:38 GMT -6
"Yeah, you did!" Sedgekit hissed. It was all well and good that she was apologizing, but that didn't stop his tummy from stinging and his eyes from watering. He wasn't gonna cry, though, because he was mature and almost good enough to be an apprentice. Continuing to glare at her, his voice becoming almost lecture-like in quality, he reared up on his hind legs, exposing his belly and the three little marks the other kit left behind.
"Listen up!" He instructed, less angry and more assertive. "You never, ever unsheathe your claws to another clanmate! That's so bad and so against the warrior code! You'll get exiled before you know it! I won't tell Cloverstar you did it, or Flamepath or your momma, but you better not make me angry, or insult me any more... because if you do, your tush is outta RockClan."
Figuring he had some leverage over the little kit now, he flicked his tail towards the fresh-kill pile. "Now, lemme teach you how a real kit plays." |
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Post by Hazelkit on Sept 30, 2015 18:06:31 GMT -6
She lifted her head towards the kit as he began to scold her. His change in demeanor proved to her that he wasn't all too angry with her at least. She was concerned however, would they really exile her for such an accident? Those scratches are so small!
The thought of getting in trouble with any of the older cats made her hair bristle. Gotta be more careful about keeping these claws sheathed.
As the kit motioned towards the fresh-kill pile, Hazelkit was intrigued. Maybe he knew of some game she had never heard of?
"Do real kits play with their food?" she asked, only half-kidding.
Regardless of what can be done with fresh kill other than just eating it, it's probably best to just follow along, she thought. Anything to help her avoid tongue lashings from her superiors.
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Post by Sedgekit on Sept 30, 2015 19:47:26 GMT -6
Almost as if he had gone along with her thoughts, Sedgekit narrowed his eyes as she asked if real kits played with their food. Oh, he had heard that admonishing speech several times! And now here was this traitor, who had wounded him more than he'd ever been hurt before, trying to do the same. He stuck his nose up in the air and meowed defensively, "Watch it, Meaniekit, or I'll hand you over to Cloverstar before you can say 'mouse'."
With another look at the fresh-kill pile, he lowered his voice to continue to defend himself. "We aren't warriors, and anyway, why shouldn't we practice hunting and fighting on real things that we'll encounter later. Better than batting a stupid mossball!" Tail high in the air, he plucked a mouse off the fresh-kill pile.
Sedgekit placed it on the ground, and then dashed away, eager to show off his hunting technique to the other kitten. Slowly he slumped into what he assumed was a perfect hunting crouch, and opened his jaws to breathe in the scent of his prey. Wiggling his butt in the air, he suddenly sprang forward and hooked the mouse with a claw, throwing it up in the air and letting it fall back down with a thud.
"See?" he declared, proud of himself. "I'm gonna be the best hunter in the clan! And fighter, too! You can wrestle with bigger prey too, like squirrels and birds. You try!" he scooted the mouse closer to the brown tabby, trying to ignore a pang of hunger in his belly. He wanted to show her the joy of fresh-kill hunting; she'd see how fun it was! |
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Post by Hazelkit on Sept 30, 2015 22:55:21 GMT -6
"Hey, I have a name you know." She quipped, watching the black tom pick out the mouse. "What difference does it make between a moss ball and a dead mouse anyways?"
Watching the tom throw the mouse about made her want to join in. The thought of taking on something like a squirrel or bird seemed laughable to her, but a mouse should be no problem for hazelkit!
As the kit pushed the mouse towards her, she knew it was her time to shine. She ran back a few paces and turned to face the mouse. Crouching down she started with a slow crawl towards the unsuspecting mouse. When she had gotten into a proper distance, she hunched down further, preparing to deliver the killing blow. She wiggled once before she sprung for the fresh kill.
As she sprang forth, her hind leg had slipped out from under her. Clumsily trying to correct for her mistake, Hazelkit launched herself face first into the mouse.
Landing with a thud, dust had flown into the air around her. She wheezed as she pulled her face out of the mouse. Looking to the black kit, she tried to play off her blunder and mewed "My name's Hazelkit, by the way." |
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Post by Sedgekit on Oct 1, 2015 10:32:53 GMT -6
Rolling his eyes, the black tom ignored her question about the difference between a mossball and a mouse. There were tons of differences, and if Meaniekit didn't see them, well, she was as good as blind.
If she was blind, he surmised when the kitten smacked face first into the mouse, that might've explained something. The little tom tried to hold back a howl of laughter - that was so funny! - and succeeded in only making the smallest of purrs. He nonchalantly strolled over to her and plucked the mouse right from between her paws.
"Haha, nice one!" He laughed, coming off more meanly than he intended. Realizing how mean it sounded (and not wanting to ruin his favorite game for Meaniekit) he tried to think of something nice to say. "Well - uh... If you were an apprentice, you'd barrel straight into any birds or rabbits about to take off!"
After he commented on her spectacular failure, he flicked his tail. "Hazelkit, huh? My name's Sedgekit. Future name: Sedgestar. That's why I know all about CloudClan and the warrior code!" He puffed out his chest, extremely proud of himself. |
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Post by Hazelkit on Oct 1, 2015 12:13:37 GMT -6
"Ah...thanks." She sighed, righting her self up from the ground, pride wounded from the blunder. The expression on the tom's face was no help either, though she probably would feel the same if she were in his position. She could still smell the mouse on her muzzle.
"I guess that's a pretty fun game, I promise i'm better than that, though. You just caught me on my off day!" She held her head high, recovering her confidence from earlier.
As the tom introduced himself as Sedgekit, Hazelkit was amused by his confidence. Sedgestar? This kit really thought he was gonna be leader?
"Nice name." She smiled, swiping her paw over her ears a few times. "But why do you wanna be a leader." She asked, curious as to why a cat would want to take on such a demanding position.
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Post by Sedgekit on Oct 1, 2015 13:06:40 GMT -6
Sedgekit rolled his eyes at her recovery. Off day? Pssh! She had never even played the game before, how could she have had an off day? With a little snort, he focused on her next question, his eyes growing larger and larger as she spoke.
“Why do I wanna be a leader?” Sedgekit gasped, his eyes wide as moons. It was like if she asked what CloudClan was, or… well, something awful! He flicked his tail, beckoning her to come closer. Chest still puffed out, straightened up as much as he could be, he started to tell her just the reason. “Being a leader is the best thing you can do for your clan, and I love RockClan! If I became leader, I’d show all those other clans that they can’t even compare to us! And then I’d battle them all, and I’ll take all their territory, and then I’ll be the best leader anyone has ever seen! And we’ll have so much prey, and we’ll never ever go hungry, not even during leaf-bare!!”
His plans for the future were grandiose, that was for sure, but Sedgekit knew he could do it. He could do anything if he put his mind to it. |
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