"Well, yeah, some of it's fun. It's gotta be, or else nobody would ever fall for it. I bet getting killed is probably fun for a little bit, too. Probably it's like playing with your friends, but then you start bleeding and stuff." Maggotpaw hits an unbothered little shrug-scoff combo. "If training to get killed wasn't sometimes fun then nobody would ever want to go out and let foxes and badgers and Riverclanners try to kill them, right? 'Cause until you're killed you're just thinking, hey, this is gonna be fun just like training was. And then bam! Something is eating your face off and you're killed. And then you're in Starclan. Which is probably a good thing for Windclan because if Starclan is full of Windclan cats then more good things will happen to Windclan, right? So I bet that's why every clan is always teaching cats how to fight and kill and get killed. So all those dead cats can get prayed to to go and send sunshine and fat prey to wherever. And whoever has the most dead cats to pray to gets the most sunshine."
Maggotpaw huffs. All that talking had it running out of air. The scrappy apprentice fixes Cottonkit with a short, stern look. "Hey. You wanna know what? I bet if you go and get your legs mangled or your eyes scratched up now, you'd have a pretty good argument to get sent right to the elder's den. Instead of having to train. Then you don't need to worry about this stuff."
Did that little brat just pull the 'you're not my mom' card!? Now Leopardsong didn't go around telling queens how to raise their kits, but the disrespect was astonishing. Leopardsong would cut Firestorm some slack since she was a single parent and helping raise Snowybreeze's kits too, but she's better not hear anything about how she deals with Littlekit or she and queen were going to have less than nice words..
The forever queen felt terrible when Bouncepaw arrived and started cleaning up the mess the little rascal made. She'll apologize properly to the apprentice once she gets Littlekit dealt with. Littlekit bolted behind Plumkit causing Leopardsong to give an annoyed hiss. As it seemed like Plumkit was pretty much being roped into this mess, Lepoardsong would have to try to ensure she didn't get in much if any trouble. Littlekit was getting a swat though.
Dreamlight, who had been happily staying out of the whole mess and sitting near the nursery, inched herself closer to the entrance after hearing Littlekit's tiny paws running towards it. She could smell the disgusting reek drawing closer to it, yet was thoroughly confused at being announced as Plumkit mother and couldn't help but exclaim, "Excuse me?!!! I don't remember adopting you."
Leopardsong on the other paw found out that Littlekit bit! The little monster snapped at her paws and toes when she tried to intercept her. The queen barely managed to scruff the kit once she slowed her down. Of course, Littlekit scratched the second Leopardsong picked up off the ground. Leopardsong's dealt with unruly kits before, but this was a new level. Firestorm must spoil this one or something cause this behavior was atrocious.
She was trying not to drop the kitten or bite down too hard on her scruff, the queen had a firm grip on the kitten, but those tiny claws hurt. Beyond fed up, Leopardsong gave Littlekit a good smack on her rump and a loud warning growl behind her teeth. It probably sounded worse than it felt, Leopardsong hadn't put as much strength into blow as she could have. She set the kit down only after she stopped struggling.
"This isn't a game nor is it funny, Littlekit. I'm done being nice. That prey is for the clan to eat and you've ruined it with your antics. Do you even understand how much work goes into hunting that prey?! How many cats may go hungry because you decided to play in our food." Leopardsong flattened her ears as she hissed softly at the spoiled brat.
"Look at the mess you've made and you've got your sister all filthy! Poor Bouncepaw is stuck trying to clean up your mess, you'd better apologize to him. You're getting a bath, whether you like it or not and then we'll see Twilightstar. Otherwise, I'll call the clan together and you can explain to them why they have to go out hunting again cause you wanted to play in the fresh kill." Despite being upset she didn't dare raise her voice to a kitten. Leopardsong hated playing the bad guy but she was not letting kits run around like hooligans.
"Your mother will hear about this." Leopardsong couldn't believe that Firestorm hadn't taught her kits how important prey was to the clan. Leopardsong glanced over at Plumkit who appeared to be a victim in all of this. "I'm not going to fight to get you clean too, am I?"
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Plumkit
Kit || She/her || 4 Moons || Lanky tortoiseshell she-cat with one green eye and one blue eye
Her sister was making no sense, and Plum was getting anxious. Curiosty be darned, this needed to stop at ONCE!"Because I am grossed out. This seems reckless." A small stomp of her paw to accentuate the direness of the situation. Littlekit was playing on borrowed time; something she did not seem to know or care about. Plumkit's tummy twisted thinking of all the possible ways that this could go wrong. Littlekit could catch a disease, Windclan could starve, they could get in trouble with mother, or... oh goodness the worst option of them all. Plumkit could get reprimanded in front of the whole clan. Dozens of scrutinizing eyes all trained on her for a crime she did not commit. No. She would turn herself right around and slink away before anyone but her idiot sibling ever knew she was here. With a shake of her head, the tortie turned on her heels to leave.
But Littlekit was too fast. At lightning speed she slid down the prey pile, spraying gunk and grime all over the place; and all. Over. Plumkit.
Oh no. No no no no no o nooononoonoooooooooo. Despite her panicked leap backwards, there was no mistaking the slimy goop that was now splattered all over her front. Even worse? There was no doubt that the two had been caught red handed. Even WORSE? Plumkit could tell from the defiant twinkle in her sister's eye that she would not go down without a fight. Starclan take me now...
The next few moments happened in a flash. Leopardsong's perfectly reasonable scolding, Littlekit's perfectly un-reasonable retort, and finally Plumkit being turned into a living shield. A disgustingly dirty, horribly guilty shield. A shield that could not move no matter how badly she wished to, as the dirt and grime kept her rooted to the spot. They were doomed.
For the millionth time in her short life, Plumkit wished her face showed any emotion other than the blank one it was stuck with. She wanted to show Leopardsong that: No I did not sign up for this, no I don't know this weirdo hiding behind me, no I do NOT want to get Mother involved, HELP!!! Unfortunately, all she could do was stare neutrally ahead, looking almost as guilty as the gremlin behind her.
"I-I do not know h-her." She stuttered out after a long moment of staring. "I- uuhhhh I am an only child and I do n-not know who FireMa is. My m-ma is um... Is um..." Her gaze flashed around the clearing, desperate to find a new mother. Someone who had no blood similar to the demon behind her. Luckily, there was one molly nearby who Plum could use.
"Dreamlight. My mother is Dreamlight and um-" Was she shaking? Or was there an earthquake?? Oh goodness when did her paws start sweating?? And- and!!!!! Would Mother really miss Littlekit? Because when the two were alone under the cover of the night sky, Plum was going to smack her in the face. Assume Leopardsong didn't banish them before that...
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Fluffy patched tortoiseshell she-kit with blue and green heterochromia
She/Her | 4 Moons | WindClan Kit | Optimistic and calm
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If she was being honest, Windkit had no idea what was happening. Her littermates were a chaotic mess and one kit that stood out was the one and only Littlekit. A little bundle of sunshine that never seemed to get tired. Whatever was happening... Seemed interesting enough for Windkit to want to get involved in. What was all this over?
She stood there, blinking, watching the mess unfold.
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[Bouncepaw] Apprentice|7 moons|Windclan
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Bouncepaw is tired. He trudges to the fresh kill pile after some training and practicing, stretching, about to rest. So many hunting lessons, and he was still a less than mediocre hunter. Bouncepaw sighs. It's to the point that he feels embarrassed and ashamed to even take something to eat from the prey pile without contributing much, though he won't say it, only taking the smallest and stale morsels due to guilt. Bouncepaw pads forward, mind still complicated, when he hears a loud commotion in the clearing. It was loud, noisy, and the sound of a squeaky... kit? Or was this an apprentice?
He blankly looks at the scene. First at the squashed fresh kill pile, then Leopardsong, then at the kit who's busy running away from the queen. She was pretty big, just a little younger than him, perhaps? Bouncepaw is startled as she rushes past and nearly bumps into him. A subtle stink enters his nostrils, as if...
He glances back over at the squashed prey pile, and feels a subtle anger go over him that he has to calm down. He had so much trouble trying to feed his Clan and help in any way he could, and these cats were ruining everyone's hard work. Catching prey wasn't easy, and not only that, it took a life. Prey deserved respect. These kits only appeared a few months younger than him, too, which only made things worse. Surely they would know better.
But Bouncepaw's anger disspates quickly. Not only was Leopardsong already on their tail, Bouncepaw wasn't a very angry cat by nature. He only feels frustrated. He sighs and gets to work cleaning up the prey pile and reorganizing it, then he takes the more broken pieces of prey to eat himself.
Littlekit was running for it. Running as fast as her little paws could carry her. Another kitten at the entrance of the nursery was her target: Windkit. Another body to maybe put distance between her and Leopardsong. "INCOMING!!!!" Littlekit would shriek, doing a sharp maneuver around Bouncepaw before pressure on her scruff made her scream at the top of her lungs.
Mouse-dung! She'd been caught! Que the kicking and screaming. Tiny claws would reach for Leopardsong's muzzle before everything was put to a halt. Blinking in bewilderment, Littlekit processed the smack she'd just received. This... this was a punishment she'd never received before. Tears welled at the bottom of her eyes and then she felt the ground under her paws again. Blue eyes stared upwards at Leopardsong for a moment, not even processing the words exiting her mouth. Nothing but rage simmered in her eyes.
Distrust, rage, the need for her mom... these were emotions she'd never experienced before and yet, the forever queen standing before her was bringing them out.
One sharp inhale.
"FIREMAMA!!!!!"
Littlekit screamed at the top of her lungs as the tears finally broke and fell down her cheeks. Not many, but enough to dampen her cheek fluff. She didn't care if Leopardsong was threatening to bring her to the leader or to her mom. FireMa was going to hear about this right now! She'd save her! Surely!
Cottonkit
he/him | Windclan Kit | 6 moons The Collector The Stowaway Child
Cottonkit could honestly say that his head hurt after listening to all of that, his perhaps slow brain finding it incredibly hard to keep up with. But getting injured and sent to the elder’s den early, he certainly knew he didn’t want that.
”Well I’ll try not to get maimed, it’d be sooo boring in the elder’s den. Ticks and fleas eurghh.” Far too gross, not something he’d partake in any earlier than he absolutely had to. He stared wide eyed at Maggotpaw looking it up and down, gosh this apprentice really had a stick up their bum. Maybe that’s what it was to be an apprentice, snooty and scare kits. What a mean trick. Still, Cottonkit wasn’t entirely sure whether he wanted to be their friend or not anymore. But he’d maintain politeness of course.
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