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[Llamafuzz]

I am Pretty

"Stop worrying, you look beautiful," Woollyfoot was murmuring into his ear. Llamafuzz blushed, but despite the praise, set about fixing his fur anyway. "What if they don't like me? What if I'm not special enough.." He fretted out loud. Then Woollyfoot was there, his eyes dark. "Let me show you how special you are to me...."

And then Llamafuzz woke from his doze, as his companion moved about around him. "How late do kits stay up these days, I'm so bored waiting for them," he yawned in complaint. "And you ruined the most wonderful dream." The spirit added with a glare towards his friend.


Woollyfoot 

[Woollyfoot]

Woollyfoot sat against a tree, waiting for the kits to fall asleep. He and Llamafuzz were ready to enter their dreams once they did—at least Woolly was. Llamafuzz had fallen asleep, much to the tom's annoyance. However, the calico did look pretty cute when he was sleeping, though he would never admit that aloud. 

He stood up and stretched, looking over his shoulder as his companion stirred. "They should fall asleep soon," he grumbled, anxiously looking off into the forest. They needed as much time as possible, not to mention how excited he was to get their little scheme on the road. The spirit tossed a suspicious look at Llamafuzz. "About?" He asked.

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[Snap-paw]

Snapkit appeared....somewhere, with a pop. Or at least he imagined it was a pop. Like he'd been sleeping in a bubble that had suddenly broken....His mind was rambling.

The tom looked around, his eyes wide and panicking at the unfamiliar setting. Darkness seemed to drip off the very trees and rocks that surrounded him, and while it was graceful in a way, he was alone and nervous. That was until the area cleared around him, and he recognized Edgekit beside him. "Edge!" He squeaked, seeking comfort from his brother and hurrying closer. Then he looked up, and froze at the two strangers staring back at them. Instead of fear, now he felt annoyance, and did not hesitate to cuff Edgekit's ear. "I told you not to start a war with the Darkpool. 'Oh Darkpool this' and 'Darkpool that'. This isn't my idea of a vacation, Edgekit!"

[Edgepaw]

Edgekit yawned and closed his eyes. Before long, he drifted off... only to wake with a jolt. Except he wasn't in his nest and he wasn't awake—not really, anyway. The tortoiseshell tom frowned, taking in his surrounding. He certainly wasn't home in IceClan. This place was dark, and the air was thick and damp. He instantly decided he didn't like it, even if the mysterious, dark forest did have some sort of strange appeal.

Edge! The tom looked over in surprise, blinking as none other than his brother, Snapkit, came hurling towards him. "Can't escape you even in my dreams, huh?" He teased affectionately. Honestly, he was happy his brother was there. Much as he wouldn't admit, this place was... well, spooky. He frowned as Snap started speaking, following his gaze. He froze. "Snap, shut up," he hissed under his breath. Something wasn't right. The hair on the back of his neck stood up, and he instinctively moved to protect his brother. Even though he was young, he could tell if something was up. It didn't exactly seem like this was a coincidence. The tom stared at the strangers with a  curious but confident (at least trying to be confident) look.

[Llamafuzz]

I am Pretty

He brushed off Woollyfoot's concern with a chuckle, shaking his head. "Nothing you're ready to hear," the spirit purred, resisting the urge to wink in his direction. What was it he felt for Woollyfoot again....? Sometimes he forgot.

His attention was snapped when the two kits finally appeared. He resisted crowing his triumph out-loud. Best to appear intimidating from the get-go. "I like them." He merely muttered to Woolly under his breath, taking in the kit's reactions. It was refreshing not to see them crying or quivering in fear. These two showed promise. With a grin he approached them, lifting his shoulders to appear bigger.

"Welcome, my brave little children. We've been waiting a long while to meet you."

[Woollyfoot]

Woollyfoot opened his mouth to respond, ready to say something about how he was ready for everything because he was a man or how ready was his middle name. However, he was cut off as he heard the high pitched squeak—obviously a kit's—and he snapped his head in their direction.

He watched as the two became slit lay accustomed to their surroundings, before noticing the two spirits. They didn't seem as scared as he would have expected. "See? What'd I tell you." He muttered under his breath to Llamafuzz, regaining his hard expression. They certainly did have potential.

The tom circled around the two, nodding in agreement when Llama spoke. "Please take a seat. We have quite a story to tell," he told them with a twisted grin, baring his fangs.

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[Snap-paw]

Edgekit was seeming way too nervous, wasn't this what he wanted? Glancing between his brother, and what he assumed were spirits, Snapkit tried his best to gauge whether or not these dead cats were truly evil. They were smiling....Anything that smiled couldn't possibly be that evil. Smiles came from the heart, that's what he believed. (Snap is an innocent bae that needs to grow up <3)

"A story?" He repeated excitedly, turning to try and usher his brother forward. "Come on Edgekit, I'll hold your paw if you're scared. Let's at least stay for the story."

[Edgepaw]

( aww omg )

Edgekit glanced over at the tortoiseshell one as he spoke, uneasiness creeping through his veins. "How long?" He asked, trying to seem as brave as possible. Something definitely wasn't right. "And why were you watching us?" The thought that the dead cats had been waiting freaked him out—but Snap seemed oblivious.

When the patched tom told them they had a story, Edge hesitantly sat down on the damp, sticky grass. He shot Snapkit a glare, whacking him with a paw. "Shut up! I'm not scared!" He whispered fiercely, before turning his curious attention on Woollyfoot and Llamafuzz.

[Llamafuzz]

I am Pretty

"Excuse me? I think you'll find that it was I who told you," Llama huffed in reply, though honestly he couldn't even remember at this point and was just saying as such to start something. Life as a ghost was awfully boring. Hopefully, recent events would change that. Though despite what he claimed, he was quite happy to let Woollyfoot tell his story to the kits. His friend had a flair for the dramatics that he greatly admired.

Still, as he followed the tom and sat before the kits, the calico grinned. "We witnessed your capacity for potential. The potential to become legendary warriors in service to your clan. Now pipe down, it's story time."

[Woollyfoot]

Woollyfoot glared at his companion, and instead of saying anything, jabbed him sharply in the ribs with his paw. "Shut up," he hissed, glancing sideways at him. The kits had to see them as powerful and to be respected, not two bickering young adults. They certainly wouldn't have the outcome they were hoping for if that was the case.

The tortoiseshell one was certainly brave, which was important. The other one looked string as well, but he seemed a little... out of it. They could certainly make him focus, though, and the mere fact that he was  Robinstar's son made it worth it. He waited until they were seated to begin.

"Once upon a time, there were two dashing young warriors," he told them, deciding to tell them about his and Llama's death. Maybe they'd understand how terrible IceClan warriors were. "They were the greatest two cats in all the Clans—one better than the other, of course—and they really liked to play... pranks." That was a lie. They were more than just pranks.

"One day, they decided to go over to IceClan's territory, and set up a few harmless pranks. They were working on one, when an IceClan warrior saw them. Without even asking why they were there, he pushed them off the cliff." The Darkpool tom felt that stories were the best way to communicate with kittens. And besides, he could change it that way. "One of them was fatally wounded, but the other was able to drag himself to the border, where he was hoping to find help for his friend. But the IceClanner had followed them, and, without hesitating, he struck down the already fallen warrior. The great warrior was already injured, and wasn't able to put up much of a fight. It was an easy kill, and a cheated one, for the IceClanner. And without his friend's help, the warrior at the base of the cliff died as well." 

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[Snap-paw]

<sub>Naturally when the spirits revealed they had been watching, Snapkit began to worry. Had they watched him go to the toilet? Or something else equally as embarrassing? "Learn some manners," he couldn't help snapping, a little insulted. He was glad that Edgekit seemed a little more willing to listen now, and settled in beside his brother. Though, if Edgekit hadn't been acting like his usual defensive self, Snapkit probably would have been freaking out. He depended on his brother to be able to relax. So he could listen to the story in comfort.

"That's awful. Why would they have done such a thing!?" It was perhaps more terrifying to Snapkit because he also liked to play pranks, and was afraid that the same thing would happen to him one day.</sub>

[Edgepaw]

What Llamafuzz had said caught Edgekit's attention. His ears swiveled towards the tom—he'd always wanted to be important and to be a great warrior. "Legendary?" He asked, eyes wide with curiosity. He bumped Snapkit's shoulder, leaning over to whisper, "You think he's telling the truth?" He asked hopefully. He wanted to serve his Clan the best he could.

He fell silent as Woollyfoot began his story—Such odd names, he thought—and leaned in slightly to listen. He slowly frowned. "I don't think…" IceClan would do that? Don't be stupid. You don't know everyone in IceClan, and it could have been ages ago. Still, he'd always thought IceClan was a good Clan. "Who were the ones that were killed?" Though he was smart, he wasn't that intelligent. 

[Llamafuzz]

I am Pretty

"Great warriors don't need manners, they are loved by all regardless." He replied to Snapkit, confidence enhancing the smug echo of his voice.

Hearing about his own death used to fill Llamafuzz with fear and sorrow; now he only felt a raging bitterness. Hence, why the kits were here to begin with. So far he was guessing Snapkit was the intuitive one, though Edgekit seemed to have more guts. "Why, yours truly," he replied, gesturing with his tail to encompass both himself and Woollyfoot. "The ones with the power hold the ability to judge right from wrong in this world, young ones, leaving the rest of us to fall into their categories. But the world isn't so black and white, there is no 'good' and 'evil'. There are only warriors, and greatness."

Lifting his head, he unconsciously willed the light surrounding his ghostly figure to glow brighter (though he was unsure whether that was an ability he even possessed). "Iceclan is corrupt, and has been, ever since our merciless murders. But in you we saw hope, for your futures, and for that of your clan. In your paws, you have the potential to make Iceclan great again....With our help."

[Woollyfoot]

As Woolly finished his story, he stood beside Llama, listening to the tom give his great speech. A sly grin spread across his face as his companion filled the kits in with what their job would be. If the kits went through with this and everything went as planned, the spirits would have a chance at Robinstar's lives and ultimately the Clan's. They'd rule IceClan through Edgekit and Snapkit, then pulverize it. They'd get their revenge, and their fun.

"We only want to help, and we can only do so with your help," the tom added, gazing steadily at the two sitting before him. "The help of two great warriors. The training you'll go through won't be easy, but if you make it, you'll be the greatest warriors in existence and you'll have the power to heal your clan."

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