You're Gonna Go Far, Kid [P]

[rubberRatroom]

Hickorykit.
{6 moons - s/h - skeptical, negative, mature}
── .✦
"But the sun isn't shining honest, the night sky is black
and its raining in all the wrong ways."

: ̗̀➛ [ @crow. ]

Hickorykit, face oddly stoic in light of such a sunny day, sat perfectly straight, not a single hair out of place. Maybe it was out of ruthless habit - formed from her parents ridiculous groanings and complaints of her dirty past shenanigans - that she had not a spec of dirt, dust, or leaf to show. Though on the inside, she had an odd, crawling, itchy sensation that threatened to make her squeal at a small inconvenience. There was a definitive reason for her madness, for she had to pretend she was skilled and knowledgeable, versatile in many apprentice duties, because she was competing with somebody. Competing wasn't the right word for it - because that would mean the other party accepted the conditions of their rivalry. Yes, as childish as it might seem, the well-versed kit had started a one-sided rivalry with Bunnykit. Had they wronged her any way? No, but these days she hardly needed a reason for anything. While she looked so perfect on the outside, not an ounce of emotion to her face or name, she was boiling on the inside. Bunnykit was in front of her, leaps away, pouncing at a leaf with unexpected accuracy. Was it his intention to flex such passionate skill? Probably not, but to see a cat excel when she'd worked so hard and yet still lacked skill made steam come out of her nose. Of course, she wasn't going to confront him, or talk to him ever. She may be unreasonable, but she had some sense at least. To go out asking for trouble was asking for some cat to hate you, and she didn't need that.

While Hickorykit silently flounced with her paws pressing into the ground, she thought up ways of how to improve her pouncing and crouching.

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I AM SO SO SO SORRY FOR THE LATE STARTER!!!

[crow.]

Bunnykit
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ The Fearless ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
He/Him | Kit | 5 moons | Shadowclan
``Dont Wanna Take My Time! Dont Wanna Waste One Line!``

Purrks:
⛧⛥⛦⛧

- - -

So was this what being the son of Enforcers felt like? The lean, scarred kit's golden eyes focused solely on the leaf before him. Papa owls had taught him a few moves, aswell as how to dissect the mother that the wing behind his ear came from.

A flash of black and specks of gray zipped past, a big paw slamming down on the leaf with skilled acuity. "Ha! Take that thunderclan squirrel-brain!" He chattered, grinning as he shredded the leaf with a long claw. The lean kit's moons of being with parents who had forced him to be a distinct Predator, when they tried to kill him which lead to him spending another moon on his own. There was a method to his abilities. A reason for his skill. He had to be skilled, he had to survive, he didn't have a choice.
@rubberRatroom [sorry how late this isss!]

[rubberRatroom]

Hickorykit.
{6 moons - s/h - skeptical, negative, mature}
── .✦
"But the sun isn't shining honest, the night sky is black
and its raining in all the wrong ways."

: ̗̀➛ [ @crow. ]

Hickorykit found herself starting to mirror the kits actions from afar, her paws kicking up dust and clouding her pelt. Though she was way too lost in her process to recognize how unkempt her fur became. Once she could finally, at a decent pace, mirror Bunnykit's moves without looking, she practiced on the ground. It made her pelt dustier, and the dustier, the dirtier, the messier she became, the more a spark returned to her eyes. Her face was uplifted, eyebrows scrunched in the invested kit-way. She was intensely focused on hitting the same spot on the ground - as unsuccessful as she was. There was something so... fun ...about jumping and enthusiastically trying something out, even if you were great at something. She felt her resentment slowly fading, her crystal eyes drifting back to Bunnykit, a weird, slight admiration forming in the back of her head. He genuinely looked interested in what he was doing, or maybe he was like her and put on a facade? No. She couldn't assume cats were like her, a disgustingly dutiful fate. She wouldn't wish such pressure on her worst enemy - let alone a silly rival.

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It's not late, dw<3

[crow.]

Bunnykit
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ The Fearless ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
He/Him | Kit | 5 moons | Shadowclan
``Dont Wanna Take My Time! Dont Wanna Waste One Line!``

Purrks:
⛧⛥⛦⛧

- - -

Bunnykit paused in his mock battle to look at Hickorykit, who was copying his moves. The lean tom blinked and tilted his head, padding up with his usual kind smile. "Hi! you practicing battle moves too?" He asked, ears perked in a small, desperate hope that this kit was like him, that's he had something she had to prove too. The lean, scarred Kit's eyes gleamed in hope, in a small little prayer somebody was like him.

The Enforcers kit was intrigued to say the least, she seemed happy! "Make sure to not use just one swipe! give the spot a flurry!"
@rubberRatroom