[Ghost the Undead Goddess]

☁
Stormkit
I'm headed straight for the castle
They wanna make me their queen

☁ — It had been several days since the young she-cat had gotten in trouble with Silverstar. She and her brother, Troutkit, had attempted to sneak out of the camp to see the river all the warriors and queens spoke about. She had been punished in a way that had put a damper on her pride and mood rather than teach her anything.

Irritation flickered ever so slightly within the blue pools of the kit as she lay within the nest with her mother and brother, their soft breathing indicated they were asleep. Lifting her head, the silver stripped kitten glanced about to make sure the other queens were also snoozing before she carefully made her way from the warmth of the mossy nest.

Feathered tail flickering, Stormkit quietly picked her way across the den floor as she headed towards the entrance that led out into the openness of Rainclan's camp. The faint sound of leaves rustling in the breeze was heard for a second before it quieted down again, the temptation to chase them rose within her chest for a moment before she pushed it aside.

Despite the fact that Troutkit would have enjoyed pouncing on the dead foliage, Stormkit wanted to have a more exciting adventure then their everyday play which was closely watched by Willowbreeze and guarding apprentices.

Peaking her head out of the Nursery, those stormy blue pools of hers glanced about to watch the comings and goings of warriors, though they seemed to pay little attention to the den nestled off to the side. Pleased with the lack of eyes in her direction, the little she-cat pulled herself the rest of the way out before pausing to give a few quick licks to each shoulder. Taking a few steps forwards, Stormkit paused again to lift a paw and pull a trail of moss from one of her extra toes. She was still getting used to them, though they still caught on things quite often.

Finally pleased, the tabby kit trotted forwards with her gaze set on the entrance of camp where she spotted an apprentice by the name of Rosepaw leaving after a uniquely colored, older she-cat. She'd just trail after them for a ways before coming back the way she came, back before Willowbreeze even woke up. Smirk curled across her maw, Stormkit quickened her pace before she was suddenly knocked backwards due to a collison.

Scrambling to her paws, her namesake brewed within her ever readable blue gaze which she turned upon the cat she had collided into. A growl rose within her chest, an attempt to sound mean, but seeing as she was only three moons old it was doubtful the full grown Bengal even cared. "Watch where you are going fishbrain!" She snapped, sharp tone clear of displeasure and irritation as she fluffed up her fur.

WORDs: 495 / tags: Ginger Hellion - Troutkit/Willowbreeze mention

[Ginger]

It had been a long day for the young warrior. He and Sparrowfoot, his mother, had spent the entire day fishing. However, since the temperatures were starting to drop, the harvest was not nearly as good as it had been in Greenleaf. Both warriors' combined prowess has only resulted in a meager three fish being caught, and even those weren't very large. Therefore, Waspstrike had made the surprisingly selfless decision to avoid eating today in order for others to eat. 

Being a warrior had really matured out the rambunctious young tom. But he hadn't lost his fire quite yet.

Crash!

A tiny figure bounced off of Waspstrike's side, and the small warrior looked down at the kit in annoyance. At her rude and spitfire comment, however, Waspstrike couldn't help but chortle. Such a loud remark from such a tiny creature. It reminded the bengal tom of himself when he was younger. 

Waspstrike had gotten into so much trouble as a younger cat. From getting on Silverstar's bad side to all-out fighting with two NightClan warriors at the border, warranting him a nasty scar over his right eye. He learned eventually.

As would this one. And if she was anything like him, she'd learn the hard way.

Waspstrike stood up, looking down at the small kit. "Wanna know why my name is Waspstrike?" He brought his face down close to Stormkit's, making sure his large scar was very apparent. "Because I'm not afraid to fight anyone who annoys me."

Maybe she would be afraid, maybe not. But either way, it was always fun to intimidate the young ones. "Especially little pests like you."

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Ghost the Undead Goddess

[Ghost the Undead Goddess]

☁

Stormkit
I'm headed straight for the castle
They wanna make me their queen

☁ — Irritation was quick to flash across the face of the young she-kit, stormy blue pools a flurry of emotions as her plume tail lashed behind her. It infuriated her that this warrior treated her like some kind of kit, once she was big enough she'd claw the ears to any cat who doubted the fury that raged within her chestbone.

This grown Bengal didn't scare or even intimidate the silver tabby feline as she stood there with her shoulder hackles raised and a snarl raising her lip. A rebellious spirit trapped in the body of a young kit who didn't have the moons or power to run free just quite yet. It was a wonder where she gained her nature, coming from such a gentle spirited queen and a soft hearted brother.

There was a quick shift in her emotions as a smirk curled it's way across her muzzle, "Oh, is that why?" Stormkit spoke in a sharp, matter-of-fact tone. Her temperament as unpredictable as her namesake, the little stormy she-cat almost taunting the older warrior without fear. "Or is it because you opened your big mouth one too many times and Silverstar had to strike you down."

Though, that wasn't exactly what had happened nor was it the story Willowbreeze had told she and Troutkit for story purposes to get them to listen. Which, never worked on little Stormkit, obviously. The silver tabby twitched her fluffy tail back and forth as she exaggerated upon the nursery tale, weaving in the suffix of Waspstrik'e warrior name for additional effort. She may have been young, but it seemed she could be cruel despite her age.

She was curious as to what might happen if she poke and prodded the bear, she already tested herself with other cats among the clan including their silver coated leader himself. She was definitely a pawful for any cat, and though she didn't realize it, she wasn't all that different from how all those stories used to describe the rough around the edges apprentice, Wasp-paw.

WORDs: 360 / tags: Ginger

[Ginger]

Waspstrike rolled his eyes at the little ball of chaos that was teasing him. He lay back down in order to be at her level.

"It's absolutely adorable to see the little ones trying to look scary," he responded, eyeing Stormkit's little 'battle stance' that she had assumed while shooting remarks at him.

He was there once. He knew what got a rise out of him. And he was pretty sure it was the same things that would get a rise out of her. Waspstrike suddenly understood why so many of the older cats had constantly baited him while he was a more rambunctious apprentice. It was fun.

Now, Waspstrike had learned some lessons. And he had learned them the hard way. He had learned to trust his leader's decisions, to not fight at a gathering, and to not overestimate his abilities.

But the young warrior was still far from perfect. He still had that fire. It was simply growing dim because there was so little kindling to fuel it. Nothing got his blood boiling like those two she-cats from NightClan. They still came to fight him in his dreams sometimes, making the tom wake up angry and, to his horror, ever-so-slightly aroused.

But this kit? Sure, she was a little spitfire. But she was just Waspkit. And when she would become Stormpaw, she would be Wasp-paw. Waspstrike could only hope that the lessons she would learn would not be to the same extreme as some of his. But he seriously doubted it. Big personalities required big regulators. 

"Silverstar struck me down," Waspstrike began, his eyes narrowing. "But what other RainClanner can say they angered our ever-calm leader so much that he lashed out?" A mischievous smile filled his face, accentuating his features. 

"It would take a whole new level of impressive to get infamous like that." 

Waspstrike was completely aware that he was baiting Stormkit. But it had worked for him to get out some of the impulsiveness at a young age. Maybe it would be the same for her.

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Ghost the Undead Goddess , Hellion (alluding to Grackle) , Justice (Silver mention)