[Empress Of Evil]

Originally Posted by Nighty

Sunbreeze could see the thought change of the little orange she kit. It was evident that her words had changed how something processed in her mind, the skeptical look changed into one of curiosity. Sunbreeze's maw cracked into a grin again as the kit seemed to perk up at a surprising rate. Even if she thought she was more mature than the others, she had more in common with them than she probably thought. It was like kits, ti not hold grudges, to cope with quick changes, they had no problem with change and adaption, as was evident in Mockingkit here. "Yes my dear, your mentor should like you. It's not the Evil Era anymore, the bad cats have gone away. You will be loved." She said sweetly, then in a change, a smirk crossed her face, and she leaned in closer to whisper. "And if they don't, I'll have their hides for it." She said, in a mocking mean sort of way. She let out a chuckle. "I don't see how anyone could not love you my dear, you're a handful, but you make the time worthwhile." She purred before shifting closer to her and wrapping her long white and orange dappled tail around the kit. "Don't let ones feelings to you change you though. Be you, don't be what others want you to be. It ruins who you are as a cat." She purred in comfort.

The she-cat did hope that her mentor liked her, however she wouldn’t mind too much if they didn’t. If they didn’t then Mockingkit would probably return feelings of resent, that was the way that she saw things. She was a fair cat, and maybe that wasn’t always a good thing. Sunbreeze’s words made her smile. She would be loved. The words echoed through her mind. The orange tabby felt reassured to know that even if her parents might not have loved her, she could know that her clan did. Well, most of the clan anyway. There was always going to be someone in your clan who you didn’t like, and they didn’t like you in return. It was part of life and something that you would just have to deal with. Her next words made a small giggle escape her maw. Giggle? That didn’t seem like quite the word to describe it. Mockingkit wasn’t really much of a ‘giggler’. She preferred to chuckle or laugh. To the orange tabby’s ears, giggle sounded too….sweet. And the kit wasn’t exactly sure if ‘sweet’ was the word to describe her. “I won’t,” Mockingkit promised. She meant it. There was no one and nothing that could change her. Perhaps her personality would develop over the moons, but other than that, the orange tabby would refuse to let one cat completely change her. Her habits and personality traits were what made her the way she was, that was something that she loved and wouldn’t just let someone change. Her persistence would make sure of that.

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An orange she-cat sat off in a quiet area of the nursery. Being in the nursery, it was pretty hard to find peace and quiet, yet somehow the she-cat had managed to find some. Mockingkit didn’t really like socialising with the other kits. Not normally anyway. The kit was very specific and picky when it came to choosing friends. And honestly, you shouldn’t turn down a friendship request from her. For those who she liked, they would have her loyalty and protection. Not having many cats who were very close to her meant that she was always extremely careful in making sure that she didn’t lose the few friends that she had. With a blank expression on her maw, Mockingkit looked around for something that would interest her. Although, after taking a scan of the nursery, she could conclude that that was pretty hard to do. Not looking, but finding something that could be of interest to her. This she-cat wasn’t like most of the other kits in the nursery. She was more….serious. She didn’t find much joy in jumping around and enjoying life with her siblings. The second part was mostly because she didn’t have any siblings. Anyway, Mockingkit just didn’t find the joy in little things that other kits did. She was more focused on the future and was serious about most things. She had quite a sharp tongue too.

It wasn’t going to be long before the she-cat would shift to the rank of apprentice. And truth be told, she really couldn’t wait for it. The tabby didn’t have anything against the other cats in the nursery, but they weren’t exactly the type of cats that she liked hanging around. Hopefully as an apprentice she would be able to find more cats that she would like to be around. Two moons, that was how much longer she had to wait before she could be apprenticed to a warrior. Mockingkit often found herself wondering about what her mentor would be like. If they didn’t like her, she wouldn’t care much, but she hoped that they would like her. The she-cat was one that yearned for respect. She didn’t really care if her mentor wasn’t going to be her ‘best friend’, but she at least wanted respect. Respect was an important thing and it could give you many great things in life if you had it.

Had she earned her share of respect yet? That was another question that Mockingkit spent her days pondering on. Unfortunately, she had not yet managed to find her answer, but the she-cat was sure that she would find it in a few moons. Being a former longer meant that she had to work extra hard to earn respect from her clan mates. And it was something that she was willing to do. This orange tabby enjoyed being a hard worker, it was a challenge in life and one that she was happy to overcome. Mockingkit was quite ambitious and had her goals in life. Goals that she probably wouldn’t ever say to another cat, but they were there.

Finally, the kit found a small, stale piece of moss. No interest sparked in her eyes, as the moss wasn’t actually that interesting. However, the she-cat was desperate to find something to do and would use whatever she could find. If old moss was all that she could find, then so be it. She just needed something that would keep her from falling asleep on the spot. So with that, she reached for the piece of moss, hooking it by her claw. It dangled from the tip of one of her claws, her golden eyes watching it boredly. Finally admitting that this wasn’t going to help her, she flicked it off her claw before sighing. There can’t possibly be nothing to do. There’s always something! This is the nursery for StarClan’s sake! Mockingkit thought, frustration bubbling in her golden hues. The she-cat then had to quickly remind herself that she wasn’t exactly like the other cats. She was slightly different.

In her three moons in RiverClan, Mockingkit had managed to find herself believing in StarClan. At first she had thought about it as just a dumb joke, but soon she found herself seeing that it was true. It was something that had intrigued her. Something that she wanted to see with her own two eyes. But as she thought about it, she decided that perhaps she wasn’t that interested in seeing a cat that was now dead. The thought was actually kind of creepy. After all, wouldn’t you technically be seeing a ghost if you were to see a StarClan cat?

Letting out an audible sigh, the tabby she-cat let out an audible sigh before rising to her paws. She glanced from at one side of the nursery, before glancing at the other. Her golden gaze scanned the nursery yet again and once again, nothing seemed to be of interest to her. She was about to lie down and take a nap, when suddenly a particular tom cat caught her attention. Her gaze snapped back to the spot where she had seen the cat, just to check that her orbs weren’t playing any tricks on her. A small smile grew on her maw as she saw that she really was seeing what she had seen. She padded over to the other kit, a wide grin quickly growing. “Hey Hawkpaw,” Mockingkit greeted, not exactly sounding excited despite the excitement in her eyes. That was another thing about Mockingkit. There were times where she didn’t really like letting emotion showing through her voice, and this was one of those times. Emotions were something that the she-cat just preferred to keep to herself at certain times. After all, not everyone needed to know everything. If every cat in the world knew everything about it each other, the world would be filled with chaos. It didn’t sound like a pleasant place and Mockingkit was glad that it wasn’t that way. It was pretty different from that. There were many secrets that just one cat could know, and maybe no one would ever know of them except for that cat. But some secrets were better kept hidden.

@Noire