|
Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2015 20:10:02 GMT -5
If her parents caught wind of her antics again she'd be scolded, but they never really stayed angry at her long. Who could when she was such a precious little treasure? Some would say Mottledkit abused her cuteness but she would reply with a haughty 'if you got it flaunt it' and then plod away on stubby kitten legs with her tail in the air. The tiny she-kit continued to drag varying small limbs and leaves to the groove she'd dug into the side of the warrior's den, the task was a mighty one for such a small feline but she persisted until she had a proper pile with which to burrow under.
Her mottled colors, of which she got her name from, did a perfect job of blending her into the brush pile and out of sight though if one were to look more carefully they would see a pair of tiny blue and hazel-tinted eyes peering out with wide delight towards the mouth of the den. The first cat to step out was her victim and she wriggled in place in excitement before realizing that a shifting pile of foliage was hardly something one wouldn't notice. Inhaling sharply through her nose she willed her fidgeting to cease and flattened herself to the ground, waiting with all the patience of an elder answering inquisitive kitten questions.
THERE! A sudden flash of pale fur crossed her peripheral vision and she sprang up with the mightiest yowl such small vocal strings could muster forth as she threw herself towards one long, fawn-colored leg. "I GOTCHA!", the kitten squealed.
Fawn
|
|
|
|
Post by Fawn on Feb 20, 2015 20:23:17 GMT -5
Sprucefur 34 Moons || Tom || TreeClan || Warrior A short nap after the sunhigh patrol had placed Sprucefur within the warriors' den to begin with, and it was this need to get back to work that eventually pulled him up from his nest and into the open, uninterrupted. At least, he'd expected it to be uninterrupted; however, a certain mottled kitten belonging to his former mentor, Nightmaple, had other plans for him. The squeal reached him first, then came the impact of a small fluffy body against a feathered, muscular limb, Sprucefur grateful that he was still a little drowsy, or else he might've batted the tiny assailant away with a little more haste than was necessary.
Kits didn't really pay him any attention, nor he them (not to say he was unfriendly, of course; they were just a very separate part of Clan life he had nothing to do with, yet) so it was always a surprise when he came in direct contact with Mottledkit, having a connection to her through her mother - and the fact that he would bring the two of them prey whenever he remembered to do so. "Well done," mewed the pale warrior, gently nudging the she-kit around, initiating a bit of playful roughhousing that wouldn't get too rough but would allow her to expend all that pent up energy. Where had she come from? Surely he would've noticed a kit lurking behind the warriors' den (or her mother would, at least), Sprucefur casting a pallid gaze around them, at last spotting the inconspicuous pile of leaves she had undoubtedly hid under.
A subtle smile flitted across his face, and he let it grow more open as he met the she-kitten's gaze. "How long were you under there? Were you waiting for the Clan deputy?" Or had he just been a lucky target? It would truly be a 'feat worth bragging about' if Mottledkit could successfully sneak up on Thunderclaw; from what Sprucefur knew of the tom, he could picture their silvery deputy feigning surprise. That was good. Kits needed encouragement; maybe not Mottledkit in particular, confident as she was, but Sprucefur would want her pride nurtured, not knocked down a peg by a cat who didn't know how to behave around kits.
@honeywisp
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2015 20:40:24 GMT -5
Her head thumped harmlessly against Sprucefur's foreleg as she collided with her target, plump kitten frame wobbling unsteady as she toppled over and then aimed to right herself immediately. Faint recognition flared in her eyes as she examined the warrior before her, this was the one her mother spoke of on occasion; generally with a fondness, but Mottledkit recalled him primarily for his habit of bringing in prey. It was her, after all, who brought the first bit of still warm meat to the den when she was weaned and the event, as simple as it was, stuck out in her mind very distinctly.
For her sneak attack she didn't quite get the desired response of absolutely terror she had sought but at the very least some acknowledgement was given and that was apt enough. Mottledkit flashed her teeth in what she believed to be a fierce snarl as she felt a sudden nudge to her side and she turned to swat at her 'attacker' with one delicate, cream paw. She grappled with his much larger paw for a moment, rolling to her back to kick at it lightly as he glanced around and upon seeing him spot her pile she scrambled back to all fours to pad over to it with an air of pride.
"It's a good one isn't it?" She liked her hiding piles, they always blended in really well once she learned not to go dragging inconspicuous things into them. The torbie had once tried the same stunt with some freshkill but had been told not to play with the food and found that others noticed quite quickly when prey was placed where it shouldn't be. To his question she merely bounced in place, her paws shifting from side to side, "I just made it not too long ago! But I wasn't waiting for Thunderclaw! If I was I'd move it towards the leader's den since he has to see Lionstar to set up patrols."
Fawn
|
|
|
|
Post by Fawn on Feb 21, 2015 9:58:31 GMT -5
Sprucefur 34 Moons || Tom || TreeClan || Warrior She's even smarter than I thought, mused Sprucefur with a mixture of something that was almost paternal pride and an observing bystander's curiosity. TreeClan's camp was, essentially, a hollowed out tree of LionClan proportions (well, LionClan cubs, maybe), the wide, tall empty boughs made up the dens; given that they were in TreeClan, it wasn't exactly a shock to see a small pile of leaves near one of the dens, an assortment tended to blow into the spacious, hollowed out trunk in three out of the four seasons. Sprucefur watched Mottlekit, pleased, once again feeling that hope rise up into his chest like a heatwave at the possibility this intelligent little she-kit might be his apprentice in the future. The tortoiseshell-tabby had certainly noticed the comings and goings of their Clan, she knew enough to have been accurate in her placement of Thunderclaw - he would have to go the Ancient Stump just in front of the tree if she wanted to get the jump on the deputy. Within a hole in the side of the Ancient Stump, the Clan's leader, Lionstar, slept and held private counsel, performing ceremonies and Clan meetings on top of it. "That's a great observation, Mottledkit. You're going to become a very clever, perceptive warrior." Sprucefur wasn't one to excessively alter his personality or tone of voice to better communicate with the Clan's youngest members; he never felt comfortable talking down to them in such a way, but chose, instead, to treat them as the future apprentices they were - small beings of curiosity and burgeoning insight on the way the Clan was run. "Would you like to get a better view?" Sprucefur's mew had a wily edge it normally didn't, the presence of the little torbie inspiring him to embrace a little more of his fun-loving side (Which Nightmaple jokingly swears he doesn't have, despite his recently developed love for bad jokes courtesy of a certain silvery warrior he had gotten rather close with), and the pale warrior took a few steps towards the Ancient Stump. It was too tall for her to climb, and she would undoubtedly find the massiveness of it (large enough to fit 7 Lionstar-sized cats on its flat top comfortably) both fascinating and intimidating, just as he had when he'd been her age. Sprucefur realized, with a small jolt, that an entire generation of leadership had gone by already; when Sprucefur had been an apprentice, Lionstar had barely begun his warriorhood, and a cat called Distantstar had been leading TreeClan then... Now he was 6 moons shy of senior-warrior status. My, how the time had gone by... ----
Word Count: 437 Words Tags: @honeywisp
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Feb 21, 2015 12:24:56 GMT -5
Praise was always welcomed. She wasn't exactly a cocky kitten by any means but having her antics glorified rather than frowned upon was such a rarity she'd allow herself a moment to bask in the glow of it. She would either be a clever warrior, as Sprucefur said, or she would become the most troublesome one. StarClan knows she was already well on her way to being a problem of an apprentice, but hopefully she'd get a mentor with more patience than the poor, frazzled nursery queens who attended to her now. Mottledkit eyed the pale tom with scrutiny at his latter words, wondering if he was teasing her or if he truly was going to let her see the big den their leader resided in. As he turned to stroll away towards it a spark lit up in her chest and she was all bouncy legs and bobbing tail as she hurried to tag along.
She had seen the den plenty from a distance on occasion and had always been struck with a painful curiosity to see it up close, though every attempt she made to do so was interrupted by a passing warrior who returned her to the nursery. The struggle was that her legs were so short and the walk to the den from her own was quite far when one had the stride of a kit but she stubbornly persisted along after Sprucefur with her jaunty skip of a gait.
It was much larger up close, she found, and she clambered onto one gnarled old root to place her paws against the hardened bark of the base. Wide eyes flitted from side to side as she wondered if there was a way up, but it seemed the only way to scale the great stump was with a mighty leap. She was hardly the size and strength to perform such a jump yet and so she slid off the root to the ground dejected. "When will I be big enough to jump on the Ancient Stump?" The ambitions of being a leader one day were too large for her small mind to hold, she'd not even thought of such yet though at some point in their lives all young cats dreamed of the day. But Mottledkit's primary concern wasn't to be leader atop the stump, but to be atop the stump itself. One of her stature would be able to see far into the distance from such a perch.
Fawn
|
|
|
|
Post by Fawn on Feb 22, 2015 10:46:25 GMT -5
Sprucefur 34 Moons || Tom || TreeClan || Warrior "When will I be big enough to jump on the Ancient Stump?"
"It's not about being big enough," mewed Sprucefur, stepping closer in preparation to take the kitten gently by the scruff. "It's about being strong enough. Practice leaping and climbing, then your legs will be strong enough to jump onto the ancient stump." Not to say that age didn't have something to do with it either; Sprucefur strongly suspected, however, that once Mottledkit got a sense of balance and footing, she'd be scaling the side of the stump like a squirrel, tiny claws anchored into the bark. The imagery was as funny as it was impressive; he could admire her tenacity. Not allowing her to wallow in dejection over her short legs, Sprucefur picked her up, leg muscles bunching, and then sprang neatly onto the Ancient Stump, setting her down with care beside him; come to think of it, I've never been up here.
Much to Sprucefur's embarrassment (and slight resent), several Clan-cats glanced towards him, mistaking him for Lionstar for a couple of heartbeats, the pace of the Clan slowing down as if anticipating a call - and then they noticed the paleness of his fur, the lack of dark pigmented fur that capped the ends of Lionstar's golden pelt, the impressive mane and fearsome amber gaze absent. Sorry, not Lionstar... Sprucefur felt as though someone had pushed a thorn of resentment into his heart; his entire life, after the old deputy, Badgerstripe's folly with a she-cat named Camelliablossom came to light and it was revealed that he, his sisters Lichenfrost and Appleshade were half-siblings to Lionstar, he had been compared. They were similar enough in appearance to warrant a few double-takes, but after a while it became apparent that he didn't have quite the... glowing legacy that his half-brother had; Sprucefur did not begrudge him his success, but he did begrudge the Clan for having unnecessary expectations of the pale warrior, expectations that resulted in slight disappointment when he didn't quite measure up.
He was not the moon to Lionstar's son. He was his own creature; it was with a stiff nod that Sprucefur greeted any lingering stares, forcing himself to pay attention to Mottledkit instead; this isn't about you, Sprucefur, this is about spending time with Nightmaple's daughter. Trying to salvage his mood, he gave the little kitten a gentle tap on the shoulder with his tail. "Can you name all the cats in the Clan?" It would be an impressive feat for one so young, and Sprucefur didn't really expect her to succeed - there were so many faces she would or wouldn't be familiar with - it was more of an exercise in memory, and to see just how much she really paid attention to others. Sprucefur allowed himself a half smile. "Nightmaple, Cloudstep and I don't count, can you name everyone else?" He gazed upon the hollowed out tree right along with her, his heart speeding up as he thought he saw a glimpse of a feathery silver tail disappear into the warrior's den...
--- Word Count: 512 Words Tags: @honeywisp
|
|
|
Post by Insidious on Feb 22, 2015 15:53:06 GMT -5
L I C H E N F R O S T - - - - - - “Do you know my name?” A supercilious purr accompanied the silvery warrior’s ascent of the Ancient Stump, glancing about the camp with a sharpness in her green eyes that her brother’s always seemed to lack, establishing eye-contact with the odd TreeClanner below and never being the first to look away, hostility flaring for the select few that dared to meet her eyes a little longer than the others tended to. Unlike Sprucefur, she had never been bothered by the expectations of her Clanmates, silently observing her and her two siblings, wondering what greatness they would amount to in their lives that would successfully tie them to TreeClan’s noble leader. She had a way of brushing off unwanted attention like it was akin to a pesky fly, and giving a thoroughly responsive insult to the attention that lingered without permission. Because of that, she didn’t often look at Sprucefur and see him for the older brother figure that he was, seeing a larger selection of the envied eldest traits in herself. She watched him very closely (whether because she didn’t trust his taste in company nobody’s business other than her own) and it didn’t matter if he had a problem with that or not because, one way or another, Lichenfrost tended to get what she wanted.
It was only then that she paid any mind to the small she-kitten at his paws, putting on one of those rare smiles that she only wore on special occasions. She knew as well any anyone else that a kitten’s impressionable mind was to be treated with extreme care, and so when in their company, she could generally tone down a bit of her rather spicy attitude. Besides, she knew that if she did anything too reckless, then Sprucefur would probably have something to say about it, and she was in no mood to tolerate whatever he thought he could say to her without having to return to the warriors’ den later with a stinging heart.
The silvery warrior didn’t entirely expect that Mottledkit would know her name unless she had happened to pay attention to Sprucefur’s siblings, but that left room for her to be impressed if the torbie kitten could happen to surprise Lichenfrost with her knowledge. It didn’t come as a shocker to anyone that she didn’t generally have high expectations for the youngest members of TreeClan, because as it was, she could hardly even look at Lionstar or Thunderclaw without an undertone of judgmentalness on her smug face. She didn’t often make time in her life for other cats, mostly because so few were willing to actually be around her for longer than a few minutes, but none of that bothered her and she certainly had no intention of changing anytime soon.
With a soft press of her shoulder against her brother’s, her eyes continued to fixate upon the little she-kitten, waiting for her response with minimal patience to see whether or not she’d have to enlighten Mottledkit of her identification.
- - - - - - Tags: Fawn , @honeywisp Word Count: 501.
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2015 16:14:28 GMT -5
Size was an important factor to her, for from the start she'd been told not to do things or to wait patiently until she was 'old enough' or 'big enough' and generally both meant she would have to grow. Her blue-clouded hazel eyes watched the warrior as he shifted and she dipped her head in preparation for being picked up, tiny paws folding in against her body as she assumed the natural 'kit-being-carried' position. She braced herself for the leap, swinging comically from the larger feline's jaws until he set her down upon the stump, to which she immediately clambered for the edge to look down.
It was high up, but not as high as she had expected, her perception of the stump had changed then and she found it less daunting though still impressive. The torbie glanced over toward Sprucefur at his question and her tail flicked up in delight at the prospect of a challenge. "I don't know everyone's name but..."
'Do you know my name?'
Mottledkit heard the shift of paws as they sprang up and landed on the stump before she heard the she-cat speak so she was already partially turning about to face her as she stepped alongside Sprucefur, the kitten's head tilted back so that both warriors were within her view. She was very pretty, the kitten thought first as she cocked her head to the side, but she had a voice that pressed at the torbie kittens competitive side. She gave a smug grin, her whiskers quivering, "You're Lichenfrost. You're Sprucefur's sister. You also have another littermate named Appleshade." She knew as much only because of her mother, continuing on the kitten began to prattle off names "There's our clan leader, Lionstar. The deputy, Thunderclaw. Littletimber the medicine cat and Honeypaw is his apprentice." Anyone would know those names, they were very important cats in the clan. "In the nursery there's Nightkit and Stormkit." She was certain they were around her age, would they be apprenticed together?
Mottledkit stuck out her tongue as she carefully went over the cats of the clan in her head. She had already admitted to not knowing all of their names, but she knew a good bunch as she had a habit of sticking her nose into others conversations and the nursery queens did like to gossip as well. "There's Emberpaw, Pinkpaw and Bluepaw who are apprentices." She knew them, of course, since apprentices had to clean the dens and so she'd met them every so often as they brought in new bedding for the nursery and food for its inhabitants. "Um...Gorsetail is mentoring one of them." She couldn't recall which apprentice had mentioned him in passing, but she knew he mentored someone. "I know faces but not all the names." She admitted finally, tail tucking about her paws as she faced the two.
Fawn Insidious
|
|
|
|
Post by Fawn on Feb 23, 2015 9:49:06 GMT -5
Sprucefur 34 Moons || Tom || TreeClan || Warrior It was hardly a secret that Lichenfrost, his own dear sister, could be something of a thorn in the sides of all who gazed upon her - challenging them to say something with the sharpness of her stare or the haughty glint of her eyes. He wasn't a fan of her troublemaking ways, but he knew better than to try to change her or criticize her unless it was absolutely necessary; how the Clan viewed him and his sisters was of little importance, now that they had proven themselves time and time again. The comparisons between himself and Lionstar would always be there, and he was learning to adjust, to stop acknowledging them should they actually start impacting his self-esteem - and only focus on what truly mattered. Feeling her friendly shoulder brush, Sprucefur spared a smile, inwardly hoping she would be a little less like herself; they were practically on a podium, standing atop the Ancient Stump, it would have been all too easy for her to engage in a shouting match with another hot-tempered cat (like Adderstrike or Feathercloud), or even Sprucefur himself. He'd rather not make an idiot out of himself before sunhigh, if he could help it; Lichenfrost may be able to brush everything off like it was nothing, but Sprucefur didn't like unnecessary attention. Speaking of attention... Sprucefur's ears flicked, rotating and becoming attuned to the mottled kitten's voice, nodding after every other familiar name; she's got the basics down, and she even remembered that Gorsetail was a mentor. "Pinkpaw is Gorsetail's apprentice, you'll share a den with her, Bluepaw and Emberpaw in a couple of moons." Would the kitten reach out and get to know the odd-looking albino she-cat? Sprucefur would encourage it, any apprehensions he may've had towards Pinkpaw being an albino had evaporated upon realizing the similarities in upbringing - Pinkpaw was being unfairly judged as well, and Sprucefur would never willingly add to that. "It's important to pay attention to the senior warriors as well," the pale warrior gestured with his tail, indicating the cats returning from a dawn patrol. "See the broad-shouldered warrior with the scars? That's Bloodtalon." Beside the infamously aggressive warrior was a more streamlined tom with deep blue fur. "That's Stormchaser. They're some of the oldest warriors in the Clan, so always treat them with respect."Sprucefur resisted the urge to look at Lichenfrost, his ears already alerted to the incoming derisive snort she was likely to make; she may have cared very little about seniority and rank, but Sprucefur always gave credit where credit was due, and senior warriors were to be considered with respect. -----
Word Count: 439 Words Tags: @honeywisp, Insidious
|
|
|
Post by Insidious on Feb 23, 2015 22:46:02 GMT -5
L I C H E N F R O S T - - - - - - The glimmer of surprise in her leaf coloured eyes was short-lived, impressed that Mottledkit knew not only her and Appleshade’s names, but a variety of other cats throughout TreeClan’s ranks as well, quick to ensure that her expression transformed into its usual grim attempt at a smile. There was something about the torbie kitten that reminded her a little of herself, and it had Lichenfrost narrowing her eyes in uncommunicated challenge, like she was dealing with a full-grown warrior that could handle the extent of her argumentation and not a simple-minded kitten that couldn’t quite grasp onto what it was getting itself tangled into. If not for Sprucefur’s presence overshadowing her, then surely she would have been compelled to give Mottledkit a piece of her mind for the look in her bluish hazel eyes, but that would, as far as anyone else was concerned, be out of line or unnecessarily rude. She would never understand what everyone’s problem was whenever her behaviour was the topic of conversation, but she didn’t quite care for understanding that sort of thing. Being rude, even unnecessarily so at times, was her method of coping.
Shifting her forepaws, she dipped her head to the kitten in quiet congratulations, letting Sprucefur’s words redirect her attention to the approaching senior warriors in question. Bloodtalon was her kind of company given his aggressive nature - Adderstrike had taught her that she actually tended to get along pretty well with those that shared her temper - and although she knew enough of Stormchaser to concur that he was a respectable member of TreeClan, she wasn’t known for giving out her respect because of things like seniority, and so she wrinkled her nose in distaste before looking back to the pair of cats that shared her place on the Ancient Stump.
“Oh yes, always be sure to respect your elders.” Her eyes were wide, acting as though what she was telling Mottledkit was of the utmost seriousness, but anyone that knew her personally would be able to tell that she was just being sarcastic, and maybe even mocking her brother a little on the side; she didn’t share very many of his ideals, so rarely did she pass up the opportunity to pick on him as was her sisterly duty. “If you don’t, then you’ll get stuck with the chores when you’re an apprentice, so my advice would be to avoid getting caught at all costs.” Lichenfrost puffed out her silvery chest, knowing that her brother would have something to say about the ideas that she was putting into Mottledkit’s head, and therefore preparing herself to unleash her usual defiance. She wasn’t the type to walk on her toes just because a listening kitten was around. She lived by what she had said, and if Mottledkit wanted to take it to heart, then it was in her capabilities to do so, and she would pay for the consequences herself when the time came if she wasn’t careful enough about what she said, when she said it, and who she said it to.
- - - - - - Tags: Fawn , @honeywisp Word Count: 510.
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Feb 25, 2015 0:10:56 GMT -5
"Bloodtalon, Stormchaser..." The torbie kitten repeated, eyeing the two senior warriors that Sprucefur had pointed out. Her eyes narrowed briefly as she sized them up, the larger one was quite scarred and rough around the edges; he looked the part of senior warrior and would no doubt not be the sort of cat she should try her stealth pounces on. Mottledkit made a mental note to steer clear of them, her form of respect being that she didn't leap out of the brush and try to startle them. What really held her attention was the prospect of being apprenticed and moving to the larger den without those noisy queens and her mother fretting over her. The she-kit demanded freedom and liberation even at the age of four moons and the idea of waiting two more was nearly unbearable. Had Lichenfrost not spoken she might have lapsed off in silent annoyance and slowly let it build up into a kitten tantrum to be unleashed at a later date, but instead the sleek female had quickly agreed with Sprucefur and offered her own advice which struck Mottledkit as perfectly normal yet perfectly odd. That tone...
Such a far cry from the displayed sass presented prior. It was as if she was playing the fool. Four moons or not, Mottledkit knew that tone and its intent with utmost clarity and as she turned to face the warrior her nose wrinkled in anger as she met the challenging stare of the other. She had heard such words in the nursery before, sly remarks and passive aggressive mewls meant to subdue and calm noisy kittens as their only intent. She'd had queens try to pacify her with nonsense before when she asked questions or dashed about the den. 'Keep running like that and your legs will fall off' they had said in mock seriousness, hoping she would be shocked into obeying where they could later claim it had all been in jest. "I suppose that makes sense." The kitten responded, expression not shifting from its muted glare, but she did give a curt nod as though accepting the words as truth. "Then again being forced to change bedding and such leaves a good opportunity to slip a burr or two in the nest of any cats who might have crossed me." Just as quickly as her pout and sulky demeanor had spread it slowly faded and she shot the two a winning smile, sharp teeth flashing in the sun. "But that would be wrong and a good apprentice knows better! Right, Lichenfrost?"The challenge had been accepted and the torbie considered the other a worthy foe.
Fawn Insidious
|
|
|
|
Post by Fawn on Mar 1, 2015 10:41:33 GMT -5
Sprucefur 34 Moons || Tom || TreeClan || Warrior The fur along the pale warrior's shoulders raised slightly, watching the interactions between Mottledkit and Lichenfrost with a deadening weight in his stomach. Great StarClan, she's leaving a bad impression on her already. Letting the two meet and exchange words had obviously been a mistake on his part, a mistake he was sorely regretting as he listened to Mottledkit speak of placing burrs in the elders' nests as if it were all just great fun and not extremely rude. It was as if the two she-cats were trying to out-fox the other, and he wasn't going to sit back and watch their petty competitions - Lichenfrost was a warrior, for StarClan's sake. Was it sad to say he wasn't completely surprised by his sister's behavior? She had a personality that tended to leave no room for others in her life, unless you were born beside her or had the misfortune of training her; she likely didn't see it that way, but Sprucefur often wondered if the fact that her personality was seemingly comprised of nothing but thorns ever bothered her. "An apprentice who puts burrs in the elders' bedding rarely becomes a warrior on time." He cautioned, not really the type to lecture; Mottledkit was smart enough to figure out the consequences of her actions, the problem was whether or not she could get away with those behaviors that was going to be the problem. I wonder if Nightmaple was just as prone to trouble as the two of them are. He was, as far as he knew, unrelated to Nightmaple, and if they were related, then making an educated guess that 'mischievous' was a trait that just kept getting passed along the branches of the family tree was hardly an absurd assumption. She might be too young to care about a delayed ceremony, thought Sprucefur, watching Mottledkit with curiosity and concern both. The tortoiseshell-tabby was nearly old enough to be an apprentice (two short moons and she'd be standing before Lionstar receiving a new name and a new nest in the apprentices' den), but still quite young enough that the threat of punishment held little actual impact, considering she couldn't be punished right now and cats were willing to be lenient with her since she was just a kit. Hoping she might some day mature out of this 'wild card' personality, Sprucefur changed the subject. "What are you most looking forward to, when you become Mottledpaw?" Maybe, if he was lucky, his sister would lose interest once the questions turned a little less exciting and a little more introspective.
Word Count: 425 Words Tags: @honeywisp, Insidious
|
|