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Post by Ryekit on Sept 4, 2017 13:07:38 GMT -6
((don't question the title :U Ryekit was lurking in the entrance to the nursery. He was glad that... Well, there weren't many other kittens to speak with. He didn't want to deal with them nagging him, but they didn't exist. So, he stayed scowling around at the camp's inhabitants from afar. Then he stood up and began moving forward, when someone suddenly tripped over him. He actually thought he'd been kicked, and was sent flying. He skidded on the ground, on his side and an expression of pain blossomed across his face. Suddenly, he jerked his head up with an angry snarl. "What the hell was that for?!"
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Post by Swanfrost on Sept 4, 2017 22:27:39 GMT -6
Swanfrost had been in an extremely sour mood all day. Hunting had been a bust(not that she didn't catch anything, she just tore them up to the point they became inedible), she had fell in a little nook of water, and to top the whole day off she had ran straight into a tree.
She couldn't turn off her mind, no matter how much she tried. Brightwing and Willowspirit left her for a reason, she reminded herself.
While she was walking across camp, letting her paws take her, she suddenly tripped over a small, fluffy being. Swanfrost squealed childishly, fumbling awkwardly for a few moments as she tried to regain her balance.
The kid, who she realized she had pretty much kicked, then began to yell at her. Her face contorted into anger, and her tail lashed wildly. "Learn to get out of the way you dumb cow!" She spat, advancing on the kid. She obviously wouldn't hurt it, but he didn't know that.
(This was longer than I meant it to be whoops)
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Post by Ryekit on Sept 5, 2017 5:54:50 GMT -6
((Oh yeah... Um... Not sure if you know, but to Fireclan Brightwing is dead. She faked her death, Hazelclaw and Amberflash were the ones to find her and tell the clan that Brightwing was dead.))
Ryekit did not cower before the irate feline that had kicked him first! How dare she blame the victim?! Fire burned beneath his pelt and he desperately wished he could fight, so he could teach the older she-cat a lesson about courtesy.
"It's not my fault you're blind!" He shot back, not helping the situation in the slightest. He'd never seen a cat like this before. She looked naked, and he could barely tell if she actually had fur covering her or not. It was weird!
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Post by Swanfrost on Sept 5, 2017 18:24:47 GMT -6
(No I know, Swanfrost is slowly turning her back on Cloudclan, thinking that they killed Brightwing to punish her. Sorry if there's gonna be a bunch of spelling mistakes, I just got on fake nails lol)
Swanfrost wasn't sure if she was annoyed or impressed with the kit. She didn't see many that would stand up to a warrior like herself. "Brave little kitty, eh?" She lowered her head down to his level, grinning. "You think your so tough, don't you?"
Moving a step back, Swanfrost got into a defensive crouch. "C'mon then, show me what you've got." She challenged, tail lashing. She would teach this dumb kid a lesson.
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Post by Ryekit on Sept 5, 2017 19:38:14 GMT -6
((oh yikes that doesn't sound fun. poor swanfrost))
Ryekit's claws and teeth were too small and young to truly inflict damage on another cat. Even against another kit, he would perhaps manage to tear a few hairs, cause some bruises, maybe create a shallow cut no worse than that of a paper cut if he was lucky. However, none of this crossed his mind as he folded his ears back and openly snarled at the devon rex before him.
"Don't mock me!" He cried out immediately leaping forward without technique, trying to bite Swanfrost's face. He didn't care what he was able to manage as long as it was something. He was deeply frustrated, and being forced to wait before being taught to fight wasn't helping.
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Post by Swanfrost on Sept 5, 2017 20:02:02 GMT -6
Swanfrost nimbly slipped to the side as he lunged at her face in a fit of rage, laughing darkly. She had so much pent up rage inside of her-so much pain, and it was breaking through, piece by piece.
"Pathetic." She snapped cruelly. "Come on, you can do better than that." Once again she waited in a crouch, watching him with calculated eyes.
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Post by Ryekit on Sept 6, 2017 6:53:11 GMT -6
The she-warrior simply dodged to the side with a laugh. Ryekit hated that laugh. It sounded like Victor's. It made him feel helpless. He hated that feeling. He hated being small. He hated being weak. He hated being held back. As he was, he tumbled to the ground, having missed his target. He ended up rolling on the ground, and landed on his side. He sent a hateful look, Swanfrost's way.
Not every kitten was capable of such genuine hatred as him. Ryekit's hatred was as potent as any adult cat's.
"You're disgusting. I hope you can't sleep at night." He hissed angrily, as he pushed himself back onto his paws, bending down into a sloppy crouch. Then he lunged again, this time trying to swipe his tiny kitten claws at Swanfrost's face.
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Post by Swanfrost on Sept 6, 2017 21:03:29 GMT -6
Swanfrost watched his burning eyes, taking in the hatred that was shot straight at her. It was certainly a lot for a body so small. Then again, she too had her share of hatred as a kitten, for reasons that were almost similar.
She took in his words, rolling her eyes in annoyance. "Oh come on, that's such an overused insult. Be a little more creative next time." She had a feeling she hadn't seen the last of the brat.
As he lunged for we face, Swanfrost reared back on her hind legs, smacking him down, onto the ground. It wasn't hard enough to really damage him in anyway, but she assumed it would hurt. "I haven't seen you around much, you're new, aren't you." She wasn't exactly sure why she was trying to start a conversation in the middle of his rage.
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Post by Ryekit on Sept 8, 2017 14:42:49 GMT -6
Ryekit got merely a roll of the eyes. Then he was told his insults weren't creative enough. He was angry enough with her. It turned to rage. This conflict wasn't his fault. He wasn't the adult picking a fight with a kid. She didn't have to meet his hate. He hated cats like her.
Then he was knocked down onto the ground, tumbled onto the ground. It hurt. He hated feeling like this. He hated being weak. He snarled lightly, as he looked from the ground up at the warrior. He pushed himself back onto his feet with some effort. ".... Screw you." He spat. "I hope hawks come and slice your belly open, and feast on your innards as any idiot who might've ever cared about you watches."
((to be fair swan did tell him to get more creative
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Post by Swanfrost on Sept 10, 2017 12:20:53 GMT -6
Swanfrost blinked, her stance growing rigid as the stupid fur ball spoke. She wasn't hurt by his words in the way they were intended to hurt her. Instead, she thought of Brightwing. Swanfrosts eyes momentarily flashed with pain, although they darkened at a dramatic rate, where any normal cat wouldn't have even been able to notice the hurt.
She growled softly, snickering. "You filthy little rat. You think you can hurt me?" She circled around him cruelly, eyes narrowed into slits. "You don't belong here, and you never will. Everyone knows where you came from. It's obvious you aren't clan born. Why are you here, anyways? Did mommy and daddy stop loving you? Are you an orphan?" She spoke as if speaking to a lost child, lowering down to his level.
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Post by Ryekit on Sept 10, 2017 18:18:24 GMT -6
Ryekit didn't care about the darkness in Swanfrost's gaze. He still remembered twisted expressions that tore his family open. It didn't scare him because he couldn't forget the images. He couldn't afford paralyzing fear if he was going to avenge what he'd lost one day.
He flattened his ears and stood tall, well as tall as a kitten his size could. He scoffed at Swanfrost's cruel words. "Oh really? You clearly aren't of Fireclan descent. Not entirely, anyways. No other cat even resembles you, with your ugly pelt. You have no right to make jabs at where I might've come from." He snarled. "My parents loved me to the very end. My father died so I could live. Sorry if you don't quite have any purpose in your life, and spend time bullying children."
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Post by Swanfrost on Sept 10, 2017 20:30:48 GMT -6
Swanfrost let out a low hiss, the little fur she had rising in awkward spikes. Her sharp claws slid out, digging into the ground, rooting herself to her spot. She could kill him.
She should.
A million thoughts were racing through her mind, her jaw clenched tightly, drawing blood on her tongue. It would be so easy. One flick of her paw and he would be twitching on the ground, blood oozing from his throat.
The only reason she didn't do it was because there would be witnesses. "You're parents died for nothing, then, didn't they." With that she turned away, each step forced, her mind willing her to go back and finish him.
-sorry I kinda brought this to a close-
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