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We came to battle baby, we came to win the war...

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Dark-kit sat staring at her sister. Thornkit was curled up and sound asleep, as she was supposed to be, while Echobreeze went to see Cobrakit in Smokefur's den. Her ears twitched and she glanced toward the nursery entrance, wondering about her second sister. Cobrakit was ill, though Echobreeze had attempted to reassure her daughters that it was nothing serious and they would have their sister back soon. Cobrakit had only been moved to Smokefur's den so she didn't get them sick as well. Dark-kit's tail lashed, feeling as if a part of her was missing without Cobrakit beside her and angry that she had been taken away. How Thornkit could sleep without Cobrakit there with them was beyond her.

In her anger, she nearly pounced on her sister to wake her, but instead thought better of it. Thornkit didn't like being without Cobrakit either, and it wasn't fair to take out her own frustration on her sister when she hadn't done anything wrong. No. She would find something else to take it out on. She stood and padded to the nursery entrance, peering out into the dark cavern until her fiery orange eyes settled on a bright white pelt across camp. Eyes narrowing dangerously, she crept out of the nursery, clinging to the shadows as she stalked her prey.

Her gaze was transfixed on the subtly twitching fluffy white tail on the tom that laid there lounging, clearly in quite a state of relaxation. But Dark-kit had eyes only for that incredibly tempting tail, its subtle, light movements stirring hunter's instincts somewhere inside her as she stalked forward slowly, her haunches wriggling, and pounced. She sank her claws into the fluff, but they were too tiny to pierce it all very well and began to get tangled in it instead. Her claws trapped in white fur, she fought back against the offending appendage the only other way she could: she sank her kitten sharp teeth in instead, hard.

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We stand together, no we're not afraid, we'll live forever.

Fawn
Insidious (so Hollowcry can laugh)
BlooRey DVD (so you know what your baby is up to xD)

[Fawn]

18 Moons. Tom. NightClan.

⇒I'm bad behavior but I do it in the best way⇐

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The nights were getting longer. This meant greater activity for NightClan, and Bonetail had quickly found himself wearying of the double patrols and the double hunting parties. He knew it was a race against the changing of the seasons, but that didn't make him any less wishful for time to unwind. Choosing to relax on the cavern floor after a long morning remarking the territory, Bonetail fell into a semi-neglected groom regiment, wiping his tongue over his paws and then rubbing his face clean. Next he started on his chest fluff and worked his way back, content with his free time as well as a fox would be with a particularly delicious rabbit.

He kept one ear twisted every time new paws arrived at the entrance, but when that tension in his belly proved irrational and the cats coming in were not here to drag him out to another StarClan forsaken patrol, Bonetail would relax again.

The fluffy white appendage that was his namesake batted languidly at the cool ground, Bonetail preferring to groom it last as it usually took the most amount of time - it tended to pick up all sorts of things.

Naughty kits included.

Feeling as if a dozen burrs had suddenly clumped together in his tail, Bonetail glanced back just in time to see a predominantly black (though mottled with orange in some places) kitten sink her sharp little bat-fangs right into him. "YEOUCH!" Bonetail's legs and tail jerked as if flinging off a stubborn rat, rounding on the little piece of foxdung in an instant. "What do you think you're doing?" he snarled, wrapping the already kinked tail around his paws for safety's sake. "You want to be a tick so badly, go bother the elders!"

His claws had impulsively unsheathed, and Bonetail had half a mind to bat the little pest around like a stale ball of moss. Bloodtail sniffed, checking over his tail for damage; he saw a few pinpricks of blood where her teeth had broken the skin, and another furious growl escaped him, white pelt bristling like frost.
You little flea!

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⇒I'll be the guard dog of all your fever dreams⇐

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