[ definitely totally did not forget i was doing this n totally didnt forget where this was goin LOL.
mentioning everyone who's posted since my last ;
if you're not interested in continuing or your cat is no longer around just don't reply! ]
"Now, the impor-thant thing about the snakes 'n the frogs is that the snakes came first and lived around water. They was the most powerful Clan, but they hearts grew corrupted by greed an' pride. They turned on 'emselves, causin' a hell of a long conflict where many of 'em 'came dead. Them frogs came from their mouths, left open 'n death. They hopped out into the swamp, where they'd go on to 'come ShadowClan - that's why 'em's frog-brains. Them snakes, they stuck to the water 'n learned how to navigate land better. That's where RiverClan comes from.. 'n why they all a bunch of snake-hearted fishdungs.
"The rah-bits ain't so interesting. See, they ain't in a smart spot like us - they in fields, so being bunnies was more dangerous than useful. A bunch of predators would chew on 'em, much like we do, so to survive they developed fighting techniques 'n grew to become the pathetic lil' grasshoppers we know today: WindClan.
"'n that leaves us, the squirrels. Where WindClan failed, we mastered. Them original squirrels, they was sick of predators, but we ain't here to dance in fields and still get picked off by enemies. We are the enemy. Our first squirrel leader, 'er name was Rose - and she led a squirrel swarm against a mighty badger that terrorized our forest. The thunder of them paws against the ground is what earned us our name, and the death of the badger is what earned Rose's: Badgerstar." All this yappin was making Goatscrunch tired. He was almost done though, and felt pretty darn good about the rubbish story he was selling. "That's why we the best Clan, we get dung done and ain't let others push us around. 'Member that, snot-gobblers."
Satisfied, he didn't bother stifling his yawn. "Now git out of my sight! Ain't gettin' paid for babysittin ya."
Dogkit left, staying as far away from Beetlekit as possible.
Beetlekit left, not believing the story. It just didn't make any sense.
Sheepkit followed Beetlekit, the deaf kit still not sure exactly what the elder was talking about.
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Shockkit blinked. She had no idea what the grumpy ol elder was yakking on about. "What the dog are you saying? Stop blabbing nonsense and start speaking, snot gobbler."
Sparkkit nodded ferociously, looking like some sort of cursed life size bobblehead. "Uh-huh, yeah, no of course, yeah, totally, yes, sure, uh-huh, you're so right. Yep. Yeah-SHOCKKIT WHAT IN THE WORLD DID YOU JUST SAY???" he shrieked, leaping on her and barreling her. Pinning her squirming body, he snarled in her face. "What are you doing? You need to learn some manners! Keep up the disrespect, and pretty soon, you ain't never gonna be an apprentice!" He pushed harder, applying enough pressure to temporarily choke her. "Do that again, and I'll make you regret it. I ain't gonna have no failure for a sister who stays a kit forever." With those words, he jumped off of her, leaving her gasping for breath. He came up to the elder and bowed. "I am so, so sorry about her. Please forgive her. I beg of you. I swear that I will teach her proper manners. I promise." With that, he left, tail flicking from side to side, smacking the recovering Shockkit in the face, ignoring her angry yowling. Snickering quietly, he slipped into the nursery.
HOW DARE HE? Was the first thing she thought when her brother smacked her to the ground n started suffocating her. "Oh, I'll rip you another-" she was interrupted by a slap to the face. "HEY! COME BACK HERE! FACE YOUR ACTIONS! OH, I SWEAR BY STARCLAN THAT I WILL MAKE YOU REGRET THAT! I WILL-HEY, YOU BETTER NOT BE LAUGHING! THIS IS NOT FUNNY! OH, YOU LITTLE PUNK, YOU THINK YOU'RE FUNNY? I'LL SHOW YOU FUNNY!" Satisfied, and panting heavily, she flopped to her side, regaining her breath, and, maybe, her dignity. Standing up, she shot a look cold as ice at the bajillion moon old elder, seriously, how was he still alive? Stuck her tongue out, and stomped back to the nursery, stomping as loud as she could. So basically a temper tantrum.
Ignored. Snot-gobber didn't react to his new nickname, and Poppykit didn't like that. Her face turned to a pout as she sat down besides her brother, promptly letting herself topple over to lean against him (or at least, try to) while listening to the story. It was a weird one, with all these animals. Did they really come from squirrels? Her eyes travelled up the large dens surrounding them, imagining herself climbing up onto them like a squirrel. That would be cool... She heaved a deep breath, silently dreaming of these great things the old cat was telling them about, until, suddenly, it was over. Oh!
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