| Cardinalkit |
2-3 Moons - WindClan Kit
No Purrks
Okay. What the actual hell? Cardinalkit was in her family's nest. You know. That sacred place in the nursery where no one but them are allowed into? After all, they scooted out of Firenotmom's nest once they got too big to hang around that waste of space, seeing as how once they were on prey and no longer drinking milk, there was really no more use for her. But back to the reasons they moved nests. You know. The very sensible reasons. Such as to avoid stupid cats waking them up. Or bumping into them. Or cutely needing to be murdered.
As one frosty green eye opened with a deadly glint within it, the fluffy calico was certain that today was the day. The day she drew first blood - well... not first, technically that had been Plumkit... no wait... the plebian was Plumpaw now... but whatevs - and killed her first cat. Because she swore to StarClan the first cat that dared to assume that her father's weakness was also her own would be the first example she used to the contrary. Getting up, tiny kit fangs bared as the fluff over her head stuck out to all sides in that disheveled
just-woke-up look, she turned towards the source of the commotion, a snort escaping her as the menacing glare swiftly turned to an unamused deadpan. It was the rock heads... Because of course they were. If they weren't her littermates she swears...
Cardinalkit wasn't sure which one of her brothers had woken her up, but if she had to hazard a guess it was definitely Frost, considering Jaggs looked like he was ready to beat the ever living crap out of him while telling him to use his words. Which... fair. Frost seemed to be getting more and more
bite first no words later lately. Although come to think of it, most of them had gotten a bit... bittier lately. What was up with that?
There was really no time to ask or think too long about it, seeing as how Seeds was up and evidently eager to get moving. The large kit honestly had no real wish to go outside. She was sleepy. And now cranky. But Seeds was so shy and reclusive so often, she didn't have the heart to say no. And somebody had to go and make sure she didn't get hurt. Couldn't be the rock heads, either. Those two morons couldn't keep themselves safe half the time, let alone keep Seeds safe.
"Hit him hard for me, Jaggs. Wait up, Seeds. Oy, Ber. Seeds is going out. Looks like something's up. I leave the rock heads with you," she mewed, keeping her gaze on her speckled sister as she spoke, not daring to take her eyes off her for a moment.
Whether Ber had heard or not Cardinalkit didn't have the time to make sure of, large, kit paws pounding hard after Seeds. She trusted her older sister to know how to handle the situation anyways, with or without her input. And besides, with the way their two brothers were behaving right now, there was little chance Strawberrykit hadn't woken up with the rest of them. If the three of them wanted to catch up to them, let 'em. She owed Frost a cuff between the ears for waking 'em up anyways.
Blinking in the light of day, pale green hues taking some time to get used to the sun, the Maine Coon mix panicked only for a moment when she realized she couldn't spot her sister among the gathering crowd. Up until she realized the crowd was just the usual suspects from the nursery and that banged up tom that served as second to the leader. The deputy. Her future role on her quest to greatness. He would have to die for her to take his place someday, of course. Or succeed Twilightstar, she supposed. But there was plenty time for that. She had to earn her warrior name first. If he was saying something to the kits though... might as well listen up. It would be smart to learn what it took to rise to the top, after all.
Cardinalkit's interest waned the moment the tom began speaking. Digging? That's what this was about? Ugh... Whatevs. That was peasant work. Her and her littermates were above such trivialities. Now... where was Seeds? Her dainty paws were too good for this tunneling business. Especially if she could get hurt with a collapse... whatever that was. Ah, there!
"Seeds! Why you heading out on your own like that for this digging crap? Didn't even let me give Frost a piece of my mind. Had to let Jaggs have all the fun," the kit grumbled, a pout clear on her face at the admission that she couldn't join her brother in violence against the nap ruining culprit even as she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes.
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Omari [Seedkit] | @
Rose [Strawberrykit]
Re: Baby lessons (read: playtime) [kit event]
