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Post by Bumblepaw on Mar 14, 2017 22:43:58 GMT -6
The sky had faded to light pink hours ago, leaving the (surprisingly) warm air to darken slowly as night crawled closer. I had decided not to go in for the night -- I loved how the camp was after dark, and besides, everyone in the nursery would likely be gossiping about the recent news regarding the rights of outsiders. I didn't have a problem with outsiders in general, although I didn't particularly like rogues or DeathClanners; which could seem a bit hypocritical, considering my father, Holly, was a DeathClanner. Not that I liked him, anyway.
I sat at the base of one of the trees lining the Clan's camp, 'day'dreaming about various scenarios. My imagination was wild, even though I was only about a moon old. It still had room to grow. I was so deep into my imagination that I didn't even notice another kitten come up beside me.
Squirrelbite
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Post by Squirrelbite on Mar 14, 2017 23:00:15 GMT -6
Squirrelkit padded up to the younger kit with a sly expression, her eyes glinting with interest. Every kit in the nursery was so boring, the only way to get a fun interaction was to force one. She found it fun to play different roles, as she knew how repulsed most cats would be by her real personality. Treeclan was so accepting of rogues and loners, but they only wanted cats who blindly conformed.
"Hey there." Squirrelkit mewed, tipping her head to the side and giving the wide-eyed look of any old kit. "What's your name?" She delicately sat in front of the stranger, her tail curling over her paws.
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Post by Bumblepaw on Mar 14, 2017 23:09:10 GMT -6
Her voice shocked me slightly, but I didn't jump. Instead, I turned to her with a blazing glare. I grumbled angrily, my skin heating up underneath my fur. I'd been told it would be wise to get my anger and outbursts under control -- but it was so difficult. "I was having a perfectly fine evening without someone coming over and taking away from the peace," I growled, flattening my ears against my head. I looked away, staring at a spot a few feet to the right of the new kitten. Honestly, though, I hated it when others interrupted my daydreaming.
"Bumblekit," I mumbled, turning to look back at her. I narrowed my eyes at the she-cat, tail flicking harshly behind my hindquarters. I didn't say anything else, hoping she might leave me to myself.
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Post by Squirrelbite on Mar 14, 2017 23:20:10 GMT -6
A cruel smile of delight crept onto Squirrelkit's face at Bumblekit's reaction, and she started to show her true colors. "Yeah? If you're that sensitive to being around other cats, then you better do yourself some good and get over it." The reddish she-kit shrugged, her tail waving. "Or you could just kill yourself. It doesn't make a difference to me."
What a stupid, entitled kit. It amused Squirrelkit, as it seemed Bumblekit thought he deserved special treatment for existing, but his life wouldn't add up to anything important. At least, not with that attitude, it wouldn't. "I'm Squirrelkit. It's nice to meet you, Bumbly." She spoke, her words sickeningly sweet, sarcasm dripping like honey.
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Post by Bumblepaw on Mar 15, 2017 0:20:37 GMT -6
I had just begun to calm down, my body and facial features relaxing as I took deep breaths, but then this kit -- whoever she was -- had to rile him up again. Sensitive? It wasn't my fault I wasn't able to control my outbursts, and that was far from sensitive. "You talk real big, kid, yet you clearly don't understand the definition of sensitive," I shot back, my lip curling. "Oh, so now you're telling me to kill myself? For asking you to leave me alone? What a great way of thinking! My, you should be replacing Arrowstar!" I spat.
"Mm, you definitely are as high strung as a squirrel," I muttered, just loud enough for her to hear. I had just wanted to sit outside peacefully, not be attacked by this kit who thought she was much bigger than she really was.
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Post by Squirrelbite on Mar 15, 2017 0:32:27 GMT -6
My, oh my, this tom was a real piece of work. Since Squirrelkit didn't have anything interesting to do while she was waiting to be an apprentice, she might as well take fun where she could get it. She kept her calm demeanor, sitting and watching the show that Bumblekit was putting on for her. "You are sensitive, Bumbly. All I did was say hello, and you got snippish and rude. Why couldn't you just politely tell me that you didn't want to talk? Because you're sensitive."
Squirrelkit purred at the thought of replacing Arrowstar. He was an unfit leader, anyways, and Squirrelkit did indeed have plans of gaining leadership. But that wasn't important. "Oh, I don't think I'm smart at all. I was just pointing out the obvious. You don't seem fit for life with normal cats."
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Post by Bumblepaw on Mar 17, 2017 21:26:34 GMT -6
I narrowed my eyes, my top lip curling in anger. "Have you heard of a bad mood?" I snarled, shaking my head. I wasn't in the best mood -- but of course, that wasn't the only reason. I'd been known to have angry outbursts before. But, she didn't have to know that. "You clearly aren't as smart as you think," I hissed, my body heating uncomfortably. When I was angry or frustrated, my body heat rose -- and that only managed to get me angrier and more frustrated. It was a vicious cycle.
"Good, I'm glad. That would be even more pathetic than you already are," I spat, my voice growing in volume. "Oh, normal you say? Do you call yourself normal?" I laughed, genuinely amused. "That's hilarious!" My tail lashed.
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Post by Squirrelbite on Mar 19, 2017 14:33:18 GMT -6
"Every cat had gotten into a bad mood before, Bumbly." Squirrelkit had a cheeky smile on her face, very entertained by the moody tom. She hoped that he would stick around, because she hadn't had this much fun with any other kit.
At least, he should stick around until she was an apprentice and had better things to do. Dealing with this cat long-term would be unbearable. "Glad you think it's funny.. But come on, what have I done wrong? All I did was say hello, and then offered you some advice when you got mad. What's abnormal about that?"
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Post by Bumblepaw on Mar 19, 2017 18:18:26 GMT -6
i snorted. "And? What's your point?" I asked, cocking one eyebrow. Of course everyone had bad moods -- that didn't mean I had to act nice when I was in a bad mood. This kit was full of nothing but invalid arguments, and, honestly, I was getting tired of it. "First of all, you barged in and interrupted me, and, second of all, you offered advice that no one asked for." I huffed -- CloudClan, she really wasn't the brightest. "And it wasn't exactly constructive criticism, either," I growled, shaking my head.
I stood, shaking out my unruly fur, and raised my chin. "What's abnormal is that you can't hold your tongue, even when it would do you quite a bit of good. You're rude, have no empathy, and clearly no brains," I huffed, my voice coming out in a clearly frustrated tone. "And what's abnormal is that you don't realize that if some of us weren't "snippish and rude" this Clan would have no discipline," I snorted, clearly pissed off as my tail whipped behind me. "And even worse -- you think you're normal! Pah!" I laughed cruelly. "Think of this argument as finished, and have a perfect night," I snarled, turning and beginning to pad away.
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