When Kits Roll Over [open, after event]

[BizarrePheonix]

Cragkit, son of Darkfeather and Cindermoon, skipped into the camps clearing. He'd just woken up and was excited to see the camp.
"Hellllooooo~?" He called joyfully. He could see any cat other than the cat who was guarding the camp.
"I wanna do that!" He squeaked.

[Wargrace]

With the snake troubles ended, Leafstorm was back to the usual duties, rather than the guard duty of the dig-site. Of course, she hadn't exactly escaped guard duty altogether. Instead, the calico warrior was assigned to guard the camp. How.. interesting. Well, not really. Quite the opposite.

Positioned like a rather small statue, the sleek warrior sat, peering icily out the entrance. If she hadn't been breathing, she might've been convincable as a statue. Nontheless, breathing was necessary for survival. An ear flickering back, Leafstorm caught the voice of a kit. Though, the warrior didn't turn to investigate the small voice any. She really wasn't the most social of cats. Instead, the young warrior kept herself in the proper, statuesque position, guarding the camp from danger that seemed, for now, nonexistant.

[BizarrePheonix]

Cragkit now stood in front of Leafstorm.
"Hello? Whats your name? How can you stand so still? I want to do that! Can you teach me?" He asked.
He was blubbly, quite demanding and very social, pretty much the opposite of Leafstorm.

[Wargrace]

The kit made itself seen, despite her lack of reaction. Infront of her now, it was speaking. Cragkit. She didn't really know much of the kit -- just that he.. existed. Yeah, that was basically it. And probably all the nine-moon-old cared to know, really. Stare. The icy focus had left the unchanging enviroment to focus on the talking kit. "Leafstorm."

'Storm' might've seemed the least fitting suffix for the still she-cat, really. Perhaps it meant 'the calm before the storm'? She was most often calmest before making her first attack in battle training. "..Teach.. you? There's nothing to be taught. You sit, and focus on what's infront of you. The enviroment. Watch it for any changes that might mean danger." A simple enough explanation, right? Not too venomous, either.

[BizarrePheonix]

Itching with excitement, Cragkit sat next to Leafstorm, their fur almost touching.
He watched a frond of fern swaying in the wind, "Danger!" He squeaked with excitement, then pounced on it, "Look, Leafstorm! I killed my first badger!" He squeaked proudly, trampling the fern.

[Wargrace]

Glancing down at the kit with mild curiousity, the warrior watched him call out 'danger' and flee to attack a fern. Erm.. alright then. Even as a kit, Leafstorm hadn't exactly been.. energetic and playful. Kit-play was a matter lost on her. Nontheless, she observed and listened carefully to the behavior. What to say now? The kit seemed proud of it's kill. Even though it had only managed to ruin a plant. Err..

"Very good, Cragkit." Enthusiastic praise? No. Not quite. Calm, bordering blankness. But.. it was more than most would receive for such behavior. Infact, most would be whacked upside the head and called mousebrains. But.. Cragkit was a kit.

[BizarrePheonix]

Cragkit, who seemed happy for the first time in his life, wiggled his stumpy tail with glee.
"Thanks, Leafstorm!" He squeaked.
Cragkit then bounded back to the warrior and nuzzled her leg, "Your awesome, you know." He purred.
Then he looked up at her, "You should be leader! Not Finchy!" He meowed with a smile.

[Wargrace]

(( Cragkit is winning out against big tiny, bad Leafstorm! ))

Despite her not-exactly-bubbly praise, the kit seemed thrilled. It was.. fascinating? Why was he so happy about something that barely seemed praising? Even as a kit, Leafstorm had been unusually calm. Not exactly kittish. It was hard for the she-cat to understand. Blinking down at the kit, the warrior was rather-clearly at a loss as her leg was nuzzled and she was complimented. Kits were strange creatures. Would she ever have any..? It was an odd thought. Her.. with.. kits? Hahaha.

"Perhaps some day, Cragkit. I'd like to lead Marshclan to it's glory. Not in an evil way, of course. Just.. make sure the clan is always secure and tended, and that the other clans respect us." Gaining rank, however, was easier said than done. Even as an apprentice, Leafstorm had been a hard worker -- but her relations with the other clan members weren't exactly wonderful.

[tunnel]

“I'm telling you, Dawnkit. I'm really the fastest cat alive. Better be quick if you plan on keeping up.."

Dawnkit stumbled out from the nursery, bouncing happily behind one very bewildered white warrior, who had sped up in attempt to throw off the little tabby. As one may expect, in all his zippiness..Mistwing had still managed to fail, and Dark and Cinder’s other, female kit had caught him in a trap.
It had taken Mistwing a few seconds of unease before he reverted to himself, grinning mightily at the kit, who just stared at him like he was the best thing ever. He had worried at first about being hideously mauled by Cindermoon, seeing as..Well, they were her kits, and he was..Himself. Cats seemed not to like him around their kits very much. But why not? Was it because he was so fantastic that they where afraid he would ruin their self-esteem by being too amazing all at once? Yes, that one. Definitely.

Dawnkit seemed fine and not in danger, though. In part because she seemed greatly amused by Mist, who she was following, but who was also more talking to himself than her. Praising himself, she knew. Too innocent to realize this was a fault, she just sort of.. Marvelled at it, believe that it was true and not an egotistic personal opinion. As Mistwing as an unknowing escort, she marvelled at every sentence, amusingly building ideas but at the same time remaining half unattached to his talking, playing with the random, disconnected thoughts of kithood.

Every now and than, Mist would comment on the kit’s escapades, bust mostly the tom was more fascinated in talking about himself. Until he found Leaf, when he purred and trotted up to her, head high and tail lashing. Dawnkit followed suit..Mimicing him slightly. “Heya, Leaf. Look what I found- One of Dark and Cinder’s kits! Oh, look, you have one too..” He stared at Cragkit, grinning.

Dawnkit stared at Cragkit, too, and she was also grinning- but then she wasn’t, first eyeing Cragkit and then Leafstorm, and then Cragkit again. What was Crag doing with Leaf..? Wasn’t she supposed to be mean and snake-like..? So small and fragile as he was, shouldn’t he be.. In the den, or something? She whispered at him urgently; "She didn't eat you yet..?"

[BizarrePheonix]

Cragkit looked at Dawnkit.
"Hey! Even though I'm the smallest in our litter, it doesn't mean that every cat wants to eat me!" He snorted, edging closer to Leafstorm for protection.
"She's one of my friends, whether you like it or not!"
He wagged his stumpy tail in anger.
Why did everyone think he was too small to even look after himself? He wanted to be strong. Like CragClan, the clan he was named after.

[halfkat101]

Thistlekit came running when he saw Mistwing, whom he secreylt looked up to, was hanging with the group. He went over, flashing a large grin to all who happened to be watching and padded to Cragkit and giving him a lpayful shove.
"Ah ya, why would anyone eat him when you can have a nice large piece of fresh kill? He'd be no more dinner than a twig. Not proper food for a warrior." He meowed, in a part friendly way, though of course the words where mean. He wasn't mean, in his own way. he just truely knew he was the one going places of the litter, and he wanted to keep aiming for that. He would keep getting better so that one day he could turn and say "see? I Truely am the best of us."
Why?
Well that was simple. If he was the best the others wouldn't have to work to surpass him, and that could mean that it would be easier to protect them if they weren't competeing - especially Cragkit because Thistlekit watche dout and was going to protect HIM the most... Even if it meant hurting his brothers pride a bit.
Was his words all that? Of course not - for he was a kit. Had Mistwing, whom he was trying hard ot impress, not been around he may have said something a little nicer. He kenw Mistwing was a little on the ahrd edge though and wanted to imitate that- since he assumed that was how Mistwing got his true strength....
Though Leafstorm was nice as well.

[Wargrace]

More kits. And a mousebrain. One kit had been completely acceptable.. but three-- oh wait, Mistwing wasn't a kit. Sort of. Eyeing them for a moment, she peered back out the entrance the next moment, taking in any possible dangers. None. Guard duty was going well today. To well. Where was the action? Ick. Then, the kits and Mistwing were eye'd once more, icy little she-cat taking in the group carefully.

..Eat.. a kit? Who was spreading the rumors of her being cannibalistic? She didn't care to try eating another cat. Or anything that wasn't normal prey. And, professional ice queen or not, she didn't harm clan mates. Well, maybe verbally. Or Mistwing. He needed sense knocked into him, though; it was for the better of the entire clan that she maim him occassionally. Help contain the ego atleast a little, before he exploded from it.

Thistlekit's comment was.. harsh. Not mean-toned, but certaintly not nice. He was developing an ego. Damnit, Mistwing. She was never having kits, he'd contaminate them, and Starclan-knew what he'd try to name them. Quiet in thought, the warrior place a paw around Cragkit when he edged closer.

"Thistlekit, I suggest you learn humility. The bigger the ego, the worse it'll be when you meet someone better than you. I'm quite sure Cragkit will grow up just fine. I'm a runt, I don't recall having any difficulty taking enemies twice my size. Mistwing's just a midget." ..Oh, the love. Towards her own mate. What a nice little kitty. That's okay, Mistwing was too mousebrained to acknowledge it, probably. And if he did, he could try to lash back. Not that it would work.. Mistwing's ego was well-matched by her own icy-calm.

[BizarrePheonix]

Cragkit took in the words of Thistlekit, and stalked away though it wouldn't seem like a stalk as his short legs were failing him.
'Large piece of freshkill.... not proper food for a warrior. See, I'm the best out of us.' Thistlekit's word upset Cragkit.
He spun around to face his older brother, "Why do you intent to be mean to me all the time?! Why do I have to be the little one? I want to be the biggest!" He squeaked between sobs.
Why did he have to be the smallest?! And having a half tail made him seem smaller! Why does it seem that StarClan placed a curse on him at birth?! Why?

[halfkat101]

Thistlekit looked at his brother, then to Leafstorm and back. He frowned, wondering what to do. He hated seeing his brother cry, but it was not Thistlekits fault he was small. Thistlekit was larger, thats just how it was. Thistlekit had meant it as a good reason why they wouldn't eat him. They'd eat him first. Thistlekit would make sure that as the warriors that chomped on his bones would not be done till Cragkit was out of harms way.
He put his head down.
"Aw gee I didn't mean to make to CRY Cragkit- I just don't want you eaten by monsters." He meowed sheepishly.
he meant it, in his way, he loved his little brother.
In other thoughts, deep and hidden within him?
The adults always loved Cragkit. He got their attention and love easily. For Thistlekit to be noticed he had to work hard. He had to to things crazy to get attention.
It wasn't fair.