[Cosmo]

Originally Posted by Lonestar23

Vixenkit was sitting just outside the nursery, an act of rebellion even though there was nothing for her to rebel against. She was basically testing her boundaries. Within less then a moon she would be an apprentice, and then she would have some mentor that she was likely not to trust. Chances were, she would have them following her every movement. She would be a queen in their eyes, and they? Well, they would be nothing more then her lowly trainer. Just someone that was standing in her way on the climb to victory and power. Vixenkit's eyes flashed with amusement as she thought of this. Now, she had never been a socially quiet cat. She wasn't shy - she wasn't introverted - and she definitely wasn't someone to stay out of the spotlight. She would grab it and run with it, as far as she could, drawing all the attention that she could to herself.

She was sneaky, and suspicious of most cats... so as far as true friends went, she was pretty short on those types of cats. It wasn't like she went out of her way to be overly friendly to other cats... that might be the reason she wasn't as popular as she believed. Then again, Vixenkit still maintained some level of popularity, although it was generally among the cats who thought she was cool. They were her followers, her loyal helpers, and she was glad to do whatever they wanted. Spotting Quietpaw, the tom who had been a kit the last time she had spoken to him, Vixenkit's eyes sparkled as she saw him coming. He was quite a bit larger then he had been last time she'd seen him - and she had grown as well, though her muscles still weren't very developed. "Quietpaw! Or is it still Quietkit? You're looking well, how are you?" She mewed in a jovial tone, though everyone around her would know it was faked. Her friendly nature was not to last - especially from the determination that was showing behind those deadly eyes.

Anyone who was fixed with that glare was likely to suffer under Vixenkit's everlasting rudeness. Anyone who met her probably wouldn't believe her to be that dangerous, until they were suffering under her harsh tongue and endless torment of them. Even those who she liked or, dare she even think it, cared for might suffer under her. "Clingy" was, at the moment, definitely a word to describe the feline. To those she hated or liked, she could be equally clingy. The difference? It was all in her tone. That was pretty much how you determined how she felt about you. From the way she had spoken to Quietpaw, there could be no conflict in her mind: she was going to recruit him as one of her "followers." He would become nothing more to her then the perfect minion, someone who could help her in her duties. Every cat who craved power more then anything had followers. Quietpaw would just be one of hers.

Quietpaw was not a cat who liked to be interrupted, even in thought, but even if she had not interrupted his thought it would not have changed the cold way he regarded her. Vixenkit was a kit he had meant two moons back, meaning he was still in kithood. He had actually been quite thrilled to have made a new "friend". He had been happy, and had actually began to look differently at all the other kits in the nursery. They were future friends to him. That was until he was told what her actual name was. Her name was not Oriolekit [Oriole was her sister's prefix.], it was Vixenkit. Which meant one thing. She had lied.

Quietpaw was a sweet cat, he didn't like to think that cats did terrible things, but he knew of his father, and everything his horrid family did. He knew of the way they treated cats who were different than them, and how all the she-cats stayed in the nursery all day. Simply boring. They were evil manipulating fools. And quite honestly Quietpaw wanted nothing to do with his family whatsoever. He didn't care what they said about their ways being right, he didn't care how his mother wanted to redeem herself to her kits, he just knew that despite the love he felt towards his family, even his parents, he had to hate them for the way they were. They had wronged him, his siblings, and in his fathers case everyone else. They should have mean nothing to him and Quietpaw knew that, but something made him love them in some way. It may have been the fact they were the only family he had ever had, or something impossible to explain. But whatever it was it made him want to deny the fact that some cats were just plain old bad. That some cats lied, and some cats used cats. That some cats killed, and some cats sought revenge. Some cats ignored their kits, and many other things so terrible Quietpaw would not even think them. Vixenkit was great compared to them, but that didn't change the fact that she had lied to him, about her own name.

He turned to face her with a cute yet rude look in his eyes. He tried his best to be nice and polite and kind towards every cat he ran into, but if Vixenkit wanted to get on his good side she was going to have to do something to prove she was worthy of it. For the one moon that he had known her true name he had told himself that if he ever ran into her [which he had not wanted to do] he would make her tell the truth. Vixenkit was no match for him, though he would never dream of hurting her. That was not his plan. His plan was to get her to tell him the truth. But he would do it trying his best to be kind and understand her, no matter how much he knew that he would fail. "I'm doing well, thank you, and it's Quietpaw." He started, for he did not believe in starting conversations negatively. "How are you, Oriolekit, or should I say Vixenkit?"