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~Inquietudo...
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A small kitten layed curled up in a small downy ball, laying across the cavernous underground den from her originator. Customary celery green oculars hidden behind their keepers, flank rising, and deflating with a tranquil sense. At first the flicker of an auditory was the only indication of awakening, then unexpectedly her eyes flashed open. Bramblekit would glance at her mother who slumbered on the other side of the den... It wasn't something new to be excluted from her mother's love. She would flick her pale green globulars to the opening of the nursery. Half of her frame was hidden, concealed in the soft moss bedding.
'I wonder if it's worth getting up...' She'd ponder, narrowing her eyes on the entrance. 'Definately.'

Bramblekit's stiffened silhouette would stand up, pelt awkwardly sticking up, having not been groomed since she'd fallen asleep last night. Bramble would arch her back, tail raising into the air as she stretched satisfyingly. The Lightningclan cat would trod towards the entrance of the felidae occupied former rabbit den, silently, on careful paws she would promenade. Already a scheme with malovent intent was being brewed up, contemplated, and perfected.

Emerging into the snow fraught clearing, her eyes would shift around, observing the activity of the casual Lightningclan cats. It was cold. Real cold. Her hide's silken fibers would stiffen as the cold would brisk her silhouette. No doubt, the trenchent jaws of winter were still clamped over the territories of the five clans, it was very apparent by the amount of snow, ice, and chilled winds.

A mischievous smile would tweak the corners of her maw upwards slightly, tail tip would palpitate in anticipation. Slinking towards the warriors den, she'd glance to and fro, being sure no one was watching... When a moment of opportunity would present itself to Bramblekit, she'd immediately snatch it. Head peeking into view of the mouth of the den, body hidden around the corner, a loud yowl would be emitted from her vocals, echoing into the den with startling auditorial volume. That yowl was loud enough to wake up a hoard of sleeping rocks... Bolting away, she'd flee the scene of mischief. A cackle being transmitted as she sped off on her get-away, hoping, praying not to be caught.

Est Mea Professio...

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[Fawn]

IF ONLY YOU COULD SEE...

Every once in a blue moon, things just so happened to work out in a way that was almost comical to anyone witnessing this scene from a distance. For those actually experiencing it - the kit involved, for example, and the she-cat of whom the she-kit had crashed into - it was nothing short of unpleasant. Beautifully rich, crimson eyes were like vast, bloody pools set inside a face as alabaster white as a sun-bleached skull, Cherrypool startled by the forceful impact of a tiny body ramming right into her front limbs. Backing up instinctively, Cherrypool released a hiss of surprise, scenting Bramblekit even before a name had risen in her mind to go with the startled tabby-and-white face.

The disgruntled growls of the warriors still in their dens was enough of a clue for the sharp white she-cat to realize just what Bramblekit had been up to. Had she been able to freely get into all sorts of mischief as a kitten, had she grown up normally and allowed her wild side the chance to roam free in the safety of a healthy Clan environment, Cherrypool would've smiled and found this situation amusing and more-or-less harmless.

But she hadn't.
Life was cruel. Bramblekit had better start getting used to it. Ears flattening as she looked down at the kit, the albino senior warrior let those crimson pools narrow into bloody slits, expression soured.
"If you woke up all those warriors, Bramblekit, you should go right back there and apologize."
Oh hell, why was she even trying?

It wouldn't be long before the kit's mother came over and hissed at her for even talking with Bramblekit - she was far too frightening to be allowed around such small, delicate members of society.

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...THE BEAST YOU'VE MADE OF ME. I'VE HELD IT IN BUT NOW IT SEEMS YOU'VE SET IT RUNNING FREE.

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~Inquietudo...
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As a small kit made her speeding dash through the snow blanketed clearing, she would steal a glance wayward over her shoulder. Towards the scene of the crime that had enduced this getaway. It didn't seem like she had any persuers, maybe she'd get away clean! Bramblekit would rotate her cranium forwards in line with her lumbar vertabrae. Too late. As soon as she'd look farwards, bam! Face-first she'd crash into alabaster limbers, they seemed to have appeared from nowhere, just sprung up out of the blue to stop Bramblekit. She'd crane her neck upwards to see who was the owner of these dove-white appendages... A white felidae with intense crimson oculars that seemed to stare straight into the soul of the kit.

"If you woke up all those warriors, Bramblekit, you should go right back there and apologize."

Celery green oculars would widen in astonishment, how did this... This thing know her name? "G-G-Ghost..." She'd whisper feebly, maw slightly agape, pink tongue and small milk teeth visable from the opening in her little lips. There was no intention of responding appropriately, just gaping and proclaiming that this cat was a ghost.

Those crimson eyes, that white fur that blended in with the snowfall, it had to be an apparition, what else could this creature before her be?

Typical Bramblekit.

Est Mea Professio...

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[Insidious]

His nap had been peaceful. A moment of his time gifted to relax in the confinement of the warrior den with not a trace of his warrior duties haunting the depths of his mind as he ever so slowly drifted into a state of slumber. That was, until a high-pitched yowl erupted from directly outside the mouth of the warrior den, enough of a screech indicated in the tone to cause Emberflight's dark gold eyes to widen unexpectedly out of surprise. A low volume hiss loosely rumbled in the throat of the tom-cat, his limbs protruding his figure into a stance that would allow his stretched strides to advance outside from the warrior's den and locate the foolish kit that yowl had arose from.

Dark gold irises flickered across the LightningClan clearing with purposeful ire, locking themselves upon the albino figure of Cherrypool looming over a small-sized kit with a harsh gleam in her red eyes. Emberflight snorted, found you. Reaching the duo, Emberflight's hackles folded into a seated position directly behind the young feline he now recognized as Bramblekit. He spared a glance toward Cherrypool, the slightest trace of appreciation highlighting the usual coldness of his dark amber eyes. If she hadn't been standing there, Bramblekit likely would have gotten away with it.

And then, she wouldn't have to face the unsympathetic wrath of a warrior with a stone-cold heart.

The LightningClan tom-cat coughed in a lowly toned voice, his posture set to be looming over the body of the kit like a thunderstorm cloud. Emberflight knew that kits would play like kits, but, there was a time and place for their play. It was never meant to involve the warrior's den; not while dedicated warriors were attempting to catch up on their hours of sleep while time was available to do so. “Your prank, Bramblekit, I regrettably inform you... was not appreciated by any.” Emberflight held his tongue between the grip of sharp teeth, had he not, the urge to continue – but with a more spiteful tone – would not have been caged. Kit's learned from a carefully chosen word choice and informative tone, not a harsh stare and gruff spitting of hateful words.

Bramblekit, in this case, was lucky to not be getting the one of the two more suitable to the tabby tom.

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Drizzlepaw had been awake early enough to witness the show that Bramblekit had put on, the warrior, now apprentice, didn’t find her antics one bit amusing. Luckily for her in all her flaws and lack of confidence she was able to take charge with naughty kits, and that was exactly what she was going to do. She knew that Cherrypool wouldn’t have the right touch to get the job done, and knowing how quick and impressionable the kit was she probably seemed like a monster. So Drizzlepaw swooped in the save the day, “Bramblekit, little miss, we have quite a bit to talk about.” If she had to play mother she would, because the naughty kits’ mother apparently wasn’t done a satisfactory enough job. She quickly apologized to Cherrypool, “I’m sorry I’ve got her…” Adding in a sheepish smile before picking the kit up by the scruff and moving her to sit between her front legs as she sat as well. “How dare you.” She hissed softly in her ear.

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'Thistles and thorns... Not another one.' Bramblekit cursed silently, silken fibers stiffening, her fur bristleing as a warrior loomed behind her. "Wha-? Oh, me? I uh..." Clearing her throat briefly, Bramblekit would back out of the small space she was enclosed in between the 'Ghost' and the tom cat. Sitting in leisure attention in the cold snow, she'd let her fur lie flat. 'Wonder if I can play this one off...' She'd ponder with low hopes for success.

“Your prank, Bramblekit, I regrettably inform you... was not appreciated by any.”

Auditories would flicker for a moment, before speaking; "Me? I haven't done anything, what happened? I heard a yowl, came out here to see what happened..." She said innocently, pale green oculars widening to a pitiful extent. Her voice was soft, sweet, and it took every ounce of innocence in Bramblekit's embodiment to pronounce in such a way. Eyes would flick between the snow-white female to the obviously infuriated tom, her brows arched in a 'what happened?' sort of situation, which would aid the play of the innocent, oblivious kit.

On any other occasion, this innocent veil would have hidden Bramblekit's mischievious actions, but Cherrypool, the 'Ghost' might have seen Bramble's actions. If she had, then all acts of innocence might as well be tossed aside, and she could sheepishly accept the scholding to come.

Then Drizzlepaw came.

“Bramblekit, little miss, we have quite a bit to talk about.”

Confusion sweeped over Bramblekit, 'What's this mousebrain doing? ...' her thoughts were cut short by Drizzlepaw's voice again.

“I’m sorry I’ve got her…”

"Wha?-" Her scruff was withheld in the maw of Drizzle in an instant, manouvering the kit to be plopped between her fores. Bramble didn't have any say in the action, not unusual, and then the she-cat hissed in her ear: “How dare you.”

In a moment of disbelief she'd endulge in her act of innocence, an expression of ut-most indignance would cross her canvas. "How dare I? I didn't do anything..." She whined insistantly, craning her neck backwards to stare up defiantly at the bubbly cat.

Est Mea Professio...

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[Phoenix]

"What do we have here?" The albino tom asked, voice politely curious, as he strode over to the group of cats. "A misbehaving kit?" He had returned to camp from an early morning border patrol only to be welcomed by the intriguing sight of two and a half warriors and a kit. While it did not take him long to piece together the general situation, it was the details that made him wonder. He did not doubt that it was the same old story, that the kit had acted like a kit and pulled a prank on someone, thinking the result would be funny. Instead, the little beast had been unfortunate - or unskilled - enough to get caught and attracted the attention of not only his sister but also two others. Crimson eyes briefly flicked down, pinning the tiny thing, before turning to the two warriors. "Cherrypool, Emberflight," He greeted neutrally, before turning to give the third cat, the half-warrior, a slightly more hesitant, "Drizzlepaw."

Salutations complete, the alabaster senior warrior shifted slightly, tail curling behind him as he sat. The half-warrior apprentice-thing - he did not care enough to pay attention to the recent happenings concerning the she-cat, though he was aware of her pathetic coordination and balance - had her head down at the kit's level. Like any kit who was caught, it appeared as though this one would try to worm her way out of any retribution, if the innocent expression across her face was any indication. Whiteshade, however, knew very well what genuine innocence looked like, and that look was not the one that rested on the features of the small thing sitting between the older cat's paws. He resisted the urge to sigh. If a cat was going to lie, he might as well do it correctly the first time. As he watched, he saw the miserable attempt at innocence falter, the carefully formed features shattering into one of disbelief.

Something like a whine left the small she-cat's mouth as she craned her neck to look up at Drizzlepaw. Suddenly he remembered why he had so little patience for kits. "Are you quite sure about that, Bramblekit?" He asked silkily, speaking for the first time at the cat whose name had jumped to the tip of his tongue after a slight hesitation. "I should think that the audience you have gained suggests otherwise. I'm more than sure that the idea seemed... cool before, a story to share with your denmates." He disliked using a word as mundane as cool, but he figured that the kit would not understand a more sophisticated one. She did not look particularly bright. Flicking his tail, he gestured to the surrounding cats. "We're cats as well, and I am willing to bet that one or two of us here has a sense of humor. Has your opinion changed so much that you would not like to share your noble deeds with us?"

[Fawn]

IF ONLY YOU COULD SEE...

The sudden appearance of so many cats had the socially awkward and frequently disliked Cherrypool feeling trapped. Ears flattening in distaste, the ghost of LightningClan threw a sharp look at Whiteshade, as if to say one freak with red eyes and white fur is enough for one gathering. I'm out. Trusting Drizzlepaw - or whatever her name was - to take care of it, Cherrypool stepped around Emberflight, fleeing the scene of the crime she wanted no part of.

The last thing she needed was to bump into some queen who had heard the commotion.
"What in the name of StarClan are you warriors doing? Cornering the poor thing like that!" Outcried Dappledtail, her motherly ire swiveling from Emberflight, Whiteshade, and Drizzlepaw to the she-cat that had crashed into her, as though to concentrate all of her efforts on the eerie cat with the bloody eyes.

Cherrypool hissed, growing more and more uncomfortable as it looked as though escape might not be so easy.
"Well that poor thing just yowled inside the warriors' den. She's getting exactly what she asked for." Remarked the albino with a note absent of forgiveness.

Dappledtail's whiskers twitched, and she gazed at the white-furred menace as though she had no right to speak of kits and what they did or did not deserve. "Did you actually see Bramblekit yowl into the warriors' den?" asked the queen with false niceness, as though they were discussing the weather, though it was obvious she'd take any opening to defend Bramblekit against a warrior she absolutely did not like.

It took a lot of effort not to scream at this highly biased queen. "No of course not, I was too busy tossing bones and writing poems to the Dark Forest in my own blood." She spat, shooting a hateful glare at the queen who doubted the word of a warrior over the false innocence the kitten was projecting in order to avoid a sticky situation.

Dappledtail did not look amused. For all the she-cat knew, the freaky albino warrior really did do those things when no one was looking...

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Word Count: 376
Notes: LOL cynicism is fun.

...THE BEAST YOU'VE MADE OF ME. I'VE HELD IT IN BUT NOW IT SEEMS YOU'VE SET IT RUNNING FREE.