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Pebblekit

The nursery was a buzz with activity. After a cooling rain the previous night, most moods were brightened with the activities of the day. Namely with the arrival of a meal. While many kits scampered about, either nursing or boasting about the meal that warriors brought them, a particular mixed ball of fur, lay near the opening of the den. Baby, blue eyes that had opened two moons ago, stared out at the clan, outside his four walled home, narrowing in an almost observant trance, as they watched with an intrigued curiosity. Or...would that be jealousy? While his clan went on with their lives doing whatever came natural to them, he was stuck in this den. Forced to watch as they did what they wanted. While he was...bored out of his mind.

The thought of play had come to mind, but with his mother's watchful glaze upon him and his siblings, he knew there would be no way for him to sneak out of the den. To even go off on his own to explore. With his importance and such, it was only a matter of time before an alarm would be raised and the idea of putting his overall older mother's patience to the test. It was simply out of the question. Lilygleam was not an aggressive or a temperamental she-cat, but she knew when and how to put a kit in its place and Pebblekit held no desire to be grounded to the den.

To go no further than the den's entrance was a feat worst than death for a kit. So he was stuck, at least he wasn't alone. Maybe he could get one of his siblings to play with him? Or maybe...get his mother or another to tell him a story? The first sounded more plausible and so with that in mind, he turned to find one of his siblings. While doing his best to ignore his own growing hungry building in his small belly. Playtime first, and then food later. In that order.

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if i could begin to be
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i could do about anything

RIVERKIT

3 moons // rainclan // kit

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he earth still had that damp, moist scent that came from freshly fallen rain. It had almost all dried up, but in RainClan, no cat was ever truly free from the damp. A soft breeze rustled through the camp, as hushed as the distant murmurings of clanmates as they organised the patrols of the day, as well as who would be escorting Dewfrost to the Moon Tree that night. The oily, tantalising scent of fish engulfed the den, the other kits still munching on scraps of fish or discussing which part of the fish tasted best. Most could still remember the taste of milk, and though they had long been weaned, still missed the sweet, easy meal their mothers once supplied.

Riverkit was apart from the other kittens in his own little corner of the nursery, his small blue eyes fixed just across the way at the grey form that sat at the entrance. A pang of worry pulsed through the small tom's body as his brother turned disinterested eyes away from the food in the den and stared out into the camp. He looked a little... lost. Maybe put out by the fact that Lilygleam had told them not to play outside, for fear they'd get under paw and disrupt the work happening outside. Getting to his paws, Riverkit tottered awkwardly over to his brother, an easy smile spreading across his face. "Hey, Pebblekit." He meowed softly, with that squeaky, high-pitched voice that had a long way to go before it settled into the deep tone of a grown tom. "You wanna play moss ball inside?" He asked, wanting to take that bored misery away his brother's eyes. He couldn't stand it when other cats were miserable.

He didn't know if Lilygleam would even let them toss moss around in an enclosed space. She wasn't the strictest mother, but she ruled the nursery with all the authority of a former deputy. She knew how to get the kits in the den to listen to what she had to say, and she didn't accept any backchat or cheek. Her stories were fun to listen to but didn't provide the sort of energetic entertainment a growing kit required. They needed to move, fight and pounce. They were like little bundles of energy wrapped in fur, an energy that would burst if it were to be held back. So Pebblekit certainly wasn't the only one in the nursery feeling cooped up and bored witless. "We could playfight, too." He added, puffing out his little blue-grey chest. He likened himself to be a very good fighter, though had yet to prove it in many of the games they'd played. "We could play RiverClan against ThunderClan!" The ancient Clans survived only in nursery legends, and Riverkit often imagined that the cats of RiverClan could breathe underwater, that they gills and fins like fish and could speed through the water like pike. Though, Riverkit had no idea what a pike even looked like. Only that they had the nasty habit of snatching wayward kittens from the murky depths.

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Pebblekit

The soft mew that sounded behind him, brought  Pebblekit out of his own mind. His ears flicked slightly, before his head turned, taking in his brother's form, hovering so close behind him. The two were similar in appearance, brothers obviously, even with their vast differences. Riverkit seemed to take after their mother, Lilygleam, while Pebblekit, on the other hand, was more of a blend of both of their parents. He was too young to understand, the sudden small swell of emotion seeping into his belly as he took in his brother before him. But in the long run, it would be just a small thread of many things to come that would define the jealous natural that was to be Pebblekit.

For the moment, he merely twitched his tail in response to his brother's words. A smile pulling to his lips at the suggestion of playing moss ball. But it began to dull around the edges as something came to mind. "It's a little cramped in here..." He remarked almost depressingly so, flicking his tail towards the queens and the other kits rolling around in the nursery's depths. The abundance of life dwelling within the four walls of the nursery, while spacious, was not destined for a lot of cats to be housed. Which was why, the day he became an apprentice, Pebblekit was going to be highly thankful for. Until then, however, his misery of wanting to do something to get his mind off his boredom, was more overwhelming than thinking of the consequences of his or his brother's actions. Whether to play moss ball or play fight. Anything was better than to just sit there and wait for something to happen. At such a young age, it was up to kits to make their own fun. Or that's at least Pebblekit told himself, before he looked back to his brother, a grin spreading to his lips.

"Play fight sounds better than moss ball," He mewed with a soft laugh, before he sprang at his brother. Paws extended but with claws away, the same grin spread on his young maw. The second option had sounded more fun than the first, despite the fact both would have been a means to ending Pebblekit's boredom. He was the type of kit, who needed distraction from his own mind, and thanks to his brother, this would do the trick. "Got you, Riverkit" He announced with a loud purr, and another laugh. He had hoped that his lunge would have given him the surprise he needed, in order to jump and pin his brother down before he could see what he was about to do.

"Pebblekit Talking"

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3 moons // rainclan // kit

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iverkit felt a flash of alarm as Pebblekit kept his back faced to him, acknowledging his voice only with a twitch of a single grey ear. Had he done something to irritate his brother? Was he being too whiny? His bright blue eyes flared with paranoia, his small grey paws rooted to the spot as his mind churned over the many ways he may have frustrated his brother and how to rectify them. Then Pebblekit finally swivelled his head to look at him, his eyes distant with some unreachable thought. Riverkit was not reassured by this. He shuffled his paws nervously, desperate to ask Pebblekit what was wrong, but fearing that this, too, would make him appear whiny and weak. He was trapped in a limbo of worrying what was going on in his brother's head without having any way of knowing or any will to ask. He simply waited for something, anything, that could confirm Pebblekit wanted nothing more than to be rid of Riverkit's clingy nature.

Instead, Pebblekit smiled slightly, dissipating Riverkit's fears. There was a noticeable slump of the shoulders as Riverkit exhaled a breath of relief. But his brother's smile faded, and his tail gestured towards the peaceful inhabitants of the nursery. "It's a little cramped in here..." He explained, a hollow disappointment in his voice. Riverkit shrugged. "I bet the queens won't mind! Besides, we're bigger than them." He gestured to the smaller playing kits with a joking roll of his eyes. "We could probably teach them how to play properly." Pebblekit seemed to brighten up at that, a soft laugh bubbling up from his throat, eyes bright with mischief. "Play fight sounds better than moss ball," He grinned slyly. "Yeah that sounds- UFF-" Riverkit felt himself bowled over, a scrap of moss flying up as they tumbled across the nursery floor. "Careful, you two." Lilygleam purred, opening one eye. She had an elegant, authoritative presence, but her voice was comforting, not startling. Riverkit mewled, aiming to batter at his brother's neck and face with his small, delicate paws. "You sneaky pike!" He squawked, but he grinned, delighted to get the chance to play. "Ow, hey!"

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Pebblekit

The grin against Pebblekit's maw, only widened. The sneak attack had been successful and both kits were knocked backwards in a tumble of fur and fluff. "Ha!" The kit laughed out loud, as the two collided softly into a nearby nest. "It's not my fault, I took you so easily by surprise" The words held no anger or anything of the sort, it was just a small remark that was obviously true. The attack had been a sneaky one and of course it had been easy to catch his brother off guard, so of course he was going to gloat a little. "That just meanas I'm going to be a better warrior" These word were teasingly said and when Riverkit brought up his paws to batter at his face and neck, Pebblekit could only laugh harder.

He had been so bored before, seemingly lost in his own clearly more rounded mind, than it had first believed it to be. To even considered curbing his boredom with his brother. Now, that the two were playing, it seemed to ease his overthinking mind and brought out the playful kit he could be. The small hits that were being dealt to him, did not hurt and in fact Pebblekit let his brother get in a few of them, before leaning down to nip at one of his brother's paws. An ear twitched soundly at the voice of his mother coming from nearby, and he paused to turn his head slightly in her direction. Her voice had momentarily distracted him, and had stopped in his attack from before, which only seemed to annoy him at that very moment. A small pout formed against his tiny maw, as he spoke up at his mother's distraction,"I'm not hurting him, right, Riverkit?" He questioned this simply, eyes moving down to take in his brother below him, before he moved a paw to swipe at his brother's ear playfully.

"Pebblekit Talking"

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if i could begin to be
half of what you think of me
i could do about anything

RIVERKIT

3 moons // rainclan // kit

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he tiny tom let out an indignant squeak as he landed on his back, paws scrabbling for purchase on the mossy floor of the nursery. "Ha!" Pebblekit mewled triumphantly, his paws planted firmly on his smaller brother. Riverkit tried to kick him off, but Pebblekit was less like a pebble and more like a boulder, keeping him solidly pinned to the ground. "It's not my fault I took you so easily by surprise." The words weren't hostile or malignant, but Riverkit visibly flinched. They bit harder than any teeth ever could. Forcing the dimsay out of his bright blue eyes, he grinned almost painfully. "Okay, yeah, that was dumb..." He admitted quietly, gently biting his brother's leg with tiny pin-pricks of teeth. But Pebblekit wasn't finished. "That just means I'm going to be a better warrior." He continued a proud glint in his pale eyes, his tone teasing. This was too much for the sensitive Riverkit. Hurt, he tried to struggle up from his brother's grip. "There's no way you'd be a better warrior than me!" He protested, the blue-grey fur on his neck beginning to bristle with alarm. He opened his mouth to tersely explain how he would one day become deputy and then leader, but he was cut off by a well-aimed blow, striking with kitten softness across his face.

It seemed no matter what he tried to do, Pebblekit overcame him. Frustration rose in his young heart, and he let out a yip as teeth found their mark in his delicate paw. Lilygleam, concerned that her youngest sons would batter eachother silly enough to require a visit to Dewfrost, stood up to intervene. Pebblekit looked at her innocently, his silver tail waving in the air. "I'm not hurting him, right, Riverkit?" He meowed sweetly, with a gentle swipe at his ear. Riverkit's paw was still stinging from the nip, but he didn't want the playfight to end. For one thing, he knew how bored Pebblekit was and he didn't want to ruin their fun. And... how was he supposed to prove he was gonna be a better warrior if he stopped playing over a little bite? Lilygleam squinted suspiciously between the two, settling down. "Just so long as you're both not too rough with eachother." She twitched her whiskers.

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Pebblekit

"There's no way you'd be a better warrior than me!" His brother's simple words, were enough to draw the small tom's attention back to him but beyond that it only seemed to widen the grin on Pebblekit's maw. This was such a bold statement from a kit who laying beneath him. He wasted no time, in stating the obvious. "Says, the one who was so easily pinned" His tone was smug and clearly happy with the way things had turned out, even when he had just managed to pin his brother momentarily against the ground. It was a prideful victory in his eyes, yet another trait that would provide proof to his future personality to come.

"Just so long as you're both not too rough with each other"

Yet another distraction from their mother and Pebblekit clearly not happy with the second interruption, shifted. He slowly unwound himself from above his brother's pinned body, and refocused his attention completely on Lilygleam. While most kits would have just chalked it up to their mother being overprotective and not wanting their kit to be hurt, something deep within Pebblekit's mind seemed to twist Lilygleam's concern into something more. Yes, she was concerned, but to him, it like she was blaming him for being rough on his brother, when he hadn't been. Like Riverkit, was her favorite or something! That thought alone, brought a sweep of anger coursing through his tiny body.

Icy, blue eyes that had been, just moments before, shinning with laughter, were now blazing with an almost cold anger, all due to a misunderstanding that the kit had made up in his mind. "I'm not hurting him," He snarled out with a hissing spit of his voice, "Why are you acting like I am!" He would have never intentionally hurt his brother and the idea that his own mother would even think that brought up something more than anger within him. This feeling clung to his insides like a suffocating piece of prey that wouldn't go down his throat. It burned him, like he had just stepped into a river of hot water, and actually brought tears to his eyes. He averted his attention away from both his mother and brother intentionally then, not wanting them to see how easily he had been influenced by a simple gesture of concern. "I'm sorry," He breathed out with a soft mew. So much for being the bigger and better warrior.

"Pebblekit Talking"

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RIVERKIT

3 moons // rainclan // kit

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iverkit's ear, paw and snout stung, but worst of all was his battered pride that brought a bristle to his blue-grey pelt and a sharp flash of offense to his pale eyes. How dare Pebblekit laugh at him? He'd show him! His chin lifted slightly, courage brought on by his newfound righteous indignation. When he became Riverstar, he wouldn't make Pebblekit deputy! He'd choose some cat that Pebblekit hated instead. There! Serves him right. "Says the one who's so easily pinned." Pebblekit retorted, and Riverkit drew himself up. Or at least, as best as he could on his back. "I'm not easily pinned!" He grumbled. "I'm letting you win because I'm nice." He felt a prickle of pride, his blue eyes glinting with ambition. "I'm gonna be the nicest leader RainClan ever had! I'll give every apprentice cool warrior names, and- and we'll have so much fish to eat that we'll never go hungry, ever!" He drew his back legs backwards to aim them at Pebblekit's stomach, unleashing a kick like a little rabbit. "So, gerroff!" He grunted, trying to throw Pebblekit off him.

"I'm not hurting him!" Pebblekit's anger exploded from him with all the force of a landslide. "Why are you acting like I am?!" Riverkit's indignation vanished like mist, and he immediately dropped his head lower in a placating manner. Guilt coursed through his veins. He hadn't meant to upset his brother, he just... he just wanted to prove himself. Riverkit's fur bristled with alarm and concern as Pebblekit's cold, angry glare settled on his mother. Lilygleam was surprised by this change in demeanour, but she was not unprepared for it. She had faced much worse than an unruly son, and she remained calm in the face of Pebblekit's raw emotion, her expression creased into a disappointed frown as she calmly met his gaze. "Sometimes," Lilygleam began, struggling to keep her voice even and calm in the face of such fury. "We can hurt others even if we don't mean to. That doesn't always have to be with our teeth and claws, but with the words we say that can hurt in a way that is harder to see." Lilygleam stepped forward to brush a comforting tail along her brother's flanks, eyes gentle. "I know you didn't mean to, pebble. But you still can't get so angry with me, understand?" She promised gently. "I'm sorry," Pebblekit mumbled, his voice dejected. Riverkit felt his heart sink. He had meant to cheer Pebblekit up, not make him get in trouble. He sidled up beside his brother, pressing against him. "It's okay, I promise!" He mewed. "You won fair and square." He tottered backwards and dropped down into a crouch. "C'mon, Pebblekit, let's play..." His eyes darted around, trying to find a game. "We can play... mossball! Or... catch the fish!"

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Pebblekit

"Sometimes," A single ear had perked upon hearing the soft beginning of his mother's voice. Yet Pebblekit was adamant in both stubbornness and in the disappointment in himself, to keep his eyes away from meeting his mother or his brother's eyes. But that didn't' stop him from listening though and listen he did. "We can hurt others even if we don't mean to. That doesn't always have to be with our teeth and claws, but with the words we say that can hurt in a way that is harder to see." He had tensed when he had felt her tail brush his flank, but still he refused to look at her, even as she continued to talk. "I know you didn't mean to, pebble. But you still can't get so angry with me, understand?"

Instead of answering right away, Pebblekit let himself maul over his mother's words over and over. His tiny mind seemed to wrap and toss this simple explanation around like it was a game of moss ball. Instead of tossing it away, like he had wanted too and just stay angry, the kit let out a small breath of air from his nose, and slowly pulled his attention towards his mother. The anger had faded, leaving nothing but those pretty light blue eyes of his, no longer sparkling with unfueled anger but something else. A small twinge of his most recent sadness. "I understand, but I would never hurt my brother," He sounded so miserable, and it showed in the crumbling in his face and the slight folding in his ears. He knew exactly what his mother was trying to say, but all she had to do was understand that. He would never hurt Riverkit, even if the game had been a little extreme, especially on his part, he would never hurt him! Ever! He just wanted her to believe that, desperately!

"It's okay, I promise!" His brother's mew had Pebblekit turning towards him then, his eyes wide and surprised. His brother had seemed to have been ready to take his ear off a second before, and now he wasn't mad at him anymore? Pebblekit felt a swarm of warmth fill his belly, and with it, relief, that seemed to ease the tension arching through his tiny body. Riverkit wasn't done though, "You won fair and square. "C'mon, Pebblekit, let's play.. We can play... mossball! Or... catch the fish!" There was a small pause on Pebblekit's part before he let out a small purr at the small brush against him, before he mimicked his brother's posture.

A half crouch as his own eyes began to dart around the den, looking for a moss ball nearby. One caught his eye instantly, near his mother's front leg, and he flicked out his tail and pointed towards it. "I'm okay with moss ball! There's one now !" He laughed and purled softly, getting back into the idea of a game. "Grab it, Riverkit!" It seemed that he had managed to get over his little moment, at least for the time being, anyway. Thanks to Riverkit.

"Pebblekit Talking"

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