The Adventure | Priv. Wargrace

[Iva]

Bluekit
Outside of camp

It was an wondrous day for Bluekit. Although he hadn’t walked very far from camp, he had indeed done so. Without even running back in terror! Now, one wasn’t to assume that this was because he was growing any less depending on Raccoonheart’s presents, because he wasn’t. No, today was just one of those wondering days for Blue. His small legs ached for discovery, and today was the day to discover! Sunny, warm, but not caking. As good as day as he could remember, which..Was reasonable even with the destruction, as he was only two moons old. Onward the little kit went; somehow squirrling his way out of the camp, possibly via some mastermind plan to slip past the view of any warriors and his mother.

Dangerous? Even if he usually cringed in terror from randomly wind-blown grass, he wasn’t concerned today. He had made it out here, and he had the intentions to have it stay that way.. Well, atleast until his adventure was over. When was that? Starclan new. Whenever he felt like. Forward he slipped, through one path of dead grass and into another, small body fast through over the ground. His tail twitched playfully, rounded end swishing in the air. Was this his adventure spot..? Nope. Even though he had never seen a patch of grass so large, or this area outside of the camp. So, back to searching!

Through the grass, over a rock. Well, onto a rock..He found it particularily challenging trying to get his stubby kitten legs up onto it. A couple of fail-hops and some clawing, though, and he was directly on it. A purr rippled in his throat. Look, he was amazing! He had climed the biggest rock ever. Or..Maybe it was a pathetically small rock, but In comparison to him, it was quite..Large. Largeish. Whatever. He serged with pride at his accomplishment. “Bluekit, awesome adventurer!” Purrpurrpurr.

[Wargrace]

Cricketkit

It's a jungle out there,
Poison in the very air we breathe,
Do you know what's in the water that you drink?

Ohno.
Ohno.Ohno.Ohno.
They were DOOMED! He would die, die tragically! Swooped off by a hawk, an eagle, a fox, a badger! It would be the end of his young, young life! The very end. His grand finale would be a tragic one of pain and blood, before he was even an apprentice! Oh, wait. Maybe that was good! He wouldn't have to be an apprentice! Being an apprentice sounded scary. Horrific. Bad. Fighting, hunting, getting filthy, being in contact with others. But.. but death sounded scary too! Blood, dirt, some other disturbing creature's saliva.. something eating him! Ohno. Ohhhhno. Chirp, chirp, chirp! The sound of distress rose from his chest, into his throat, and out his mouth without his control. Ohno. Chirp! What would he do? He couldn't die so young! But.. he couldn't be an apprentice, either! So.. so scary! Ohno. Ohno. What to think? What to do? Ew, a bug!

Chirp!

The kit flung himself backwards, fur on end, green eyes wide. The bumblebee paid him little mind, almost bumping his nose.. then bumbling off without a care. Unphased. The kit? Not so much. He looked like he'd been struck by lightning, every strand of fur comically puffed, tail twice as large as normal, eyes stuck in a widened, horrified state. Chirp! Ohno, where was Bluekit? He bolted forward, tripping clumsily on his paws, nearing the other kit at a too-fast rate, and skidding to a stop. "Blueeekittt.. we shouldn't be out here! Let's go back!" Whine. Cricketkit stared, lostly, as the other kit scrambled up onto a rock. What if he fell off and smashed open his head on something below? What if the headjuices got on him? Ohno. A quick step back, least the image in his head play true! The scrawny kit was shaking; rattling with trembles that made him look like one of those fuzzy vibrating mice given to a kittypet. It seemed likely his shaking would have him rattling across the territory, unable to stand still without vibrating to a new spot. Or causing another horrible earthquake, even!

Ohno...

[Iva]

He was decidedly oblivious to Cricketkit’s panic. Rather..He knew full well about it, and didn’t quite wish to bend to the spazzy one’s whims. He purred even louder now, with Cricketkit running toward him. “Ah, come’on Cricky! We’re barely out of the camp.” With a swish of his striped tail, Bluekit flung himself off the rock. Directly at Cricketkit, of course! Bouncing on the gound infront of him, with a playful grin. Encouraging him to come along on the adventure..By enducing his heart attack skills? The grey kit might’ve been learning to talk better, but his logic was still flawed.

He purred a bit more, and trotted over; trying to brush himself against the other kit, grinning and waiting for a reaction. Then, regardless of said reaction, he’d turn himself and trot forward, away from the camp. Advenntuuure! Cricky would come, too! As much as Blue could drag him, that was. And..Well, the Russian Blue was determined enough to..Actually do so, if need be. Because Cricket needed to have an adventure too, obviously. All his..Dirt phobia, paranoia, and uncertainty..? Irrelevant. They clear did not making going out in the great unknown, covered in dirt and scary things and unknown, a bad idea.

Okay, so, maybe it did, but he didn’t care. Blue was determined. Had Cricket run..? Hopefully not, because he didn’t turn and follow right away. Instead, he kept on his pace. Where was he going? Over..there! What was over there..? Urm. Nothing..Particarily. A higher rock, and a bit of cliff-face. A perfect place for climbing, though? Climbing and adventure!

[Wargrace]

Chirp! Bluekit had spoke.. and then he attacked! Well.. leapt off the rock. Not even to pounce to scrawny kit.. but to land infront of him. Nontheless, Cricketkit recoiled a bit; shifting his weight back until his hindlegs folded in under him and he ended up in a sort of crouching sit, rear almost planted on the ground, but elevated slightly by his not-entirely-bent hind legs. His front? Crouched slightly, front legs angled out infront of him oddly. Ears back, eyes wide. He looked rather horrified. A clumsy kit that had toppled into some strange position and frozen in it to stare in fear. Oh, no pounce. That was good. Until he was brushed against. Poof went his fur again; and he flinched away a bit, shudder rattling him. Oh, what a sight he must've been! A too-scrawny little kit, not even rounded out by kit-pudge, acting neurotic at everything. His warrior potential was clearly quite high.

"We're really, really, realllly far out of camp, Bluekit!" Whine. The kit shut his eyes tightly, looking distressed. "We should go back, please? I don't wanna be out here.. it's not safe. What if something attacks us?" More whining, and a couple little 'chirps'. He reopened his eyes. Ohno! Where was Bluekit? Ahead of him, heading off.. where? He chirped in surprise, falling entirely into a sit before scrambling to his paws. "Wait! Bluekit!" Ohno, he was being left behind! There went the scrawny little furball, darting off again after the Russian Blue with several distressed chirrups. Then, once more, skittering to some awkward stop, and peering up. At the wall of rock. Oh no.. ohnonono! Bluekit was looking at it. What was Bluekit thinking? "We should go back, Bluekit, please..? I don't wanna get hurt.." The wall, was Bluekit going to try to climb it? Ohno. Not good!

"Bluekitttt..." Whine.

[Iva]

Mrr-mrr-mrr. As he walked, the much-more-pudgy kit made an odd noise. Something like a chopped up purr. Laughing? Yes, because he had scared Cricketkit senseless. Which was..Amusing? Sometimes. Bluekit..He really was quite a playful kit, when he wasn’t in one of his shy moods, are being approached by a big cat that wasn’t Mommy or Daddy or Sister. Chirping. Telling him they were really far away from camp, that they should go back..He heard it, he just didn’t acknowledge it. Instead, he bounced a bit, send a look back to be sure Cricket was following..And walked faster. Almost running. “Come’on, come’on! It’ll be fun Cricketkit!” This was surely one of those times..He did not want to find mommy. Because Mommy would be very angry. Because he was being dangerous, and he knew he was. But..Adventure!

He was too scared to leave much most of the time, but today, his body said discovering. He had no desire to go against it. Mommy would be so proud of his accomplishments! Once..the anger or whatever faded off. He could talk better, he could walk better, he could run and climb! Amazing, wasn’t he? He stroked his own pride, trotting ahead toward the rocky outface. Was Cricket still following? If so, he’d finally slow his pace, and let the other kit catch up to him. If he didn’t do that on his own, of course..Surely all his spazzing lead to him being pretty fast, ontop of being visibly scrawny.

“It’ll be fun, it’ll be fun! We’ll be great adventurers, and then everyone will be so amazed, we’ll be made apprentices!” Yeah..No. But..He figured it this way. Again, two moons. He could talk better, but not much else. He started his purring once more. Great adventure! “Great adventure, great adventure, we’re going –Cricket! – on a great adventure~”

[Wargrace]

If Cricketkit's horror was amusing for Bluekit.. it was.. well.. horror for Cricketkit. He caught the laughter, and made a face, nose wrinkling a bit and ears falling even more. Bluekit was laughing at him. That wasn't fair. He hadn't done anything funny! He made no sign of displeasure except the poutish face, and followed along regardless. What other option did he have? Try to get back to camp alone..? Yeah, no. Something might eat him. Atleast if he was with Bluekit, something might decide Cricketkit was much too scrawny to taste good. Yeah, not really. He just wasn't going back all by himself. The idea of such a trip? It scared him half to death and back. So.. stick with Bluekit, even if Bluekit was clearly suicidal.

Caught up? It didn't take long, even with Blue's near-running. Because.. Cricket -was- running, and running as fast as his spindly little legs would take him. He was clumsy, though. Very clumsy. He no sooner caught up.. and he face-planted, tripping over his paws and toppling forward with some more distraught chirping. "Ewewew!" Dirt.. on his face! He squeaked in distress, scrambling to his paws, and making a face of disgust. Yes, Bluekit.. Bluekit was trying to kill him. Wait, made apprentices? "But I don't wanna be an apprentice.." More whining. He sat, now -- or plopped.. into a sit.. looking overall disturbed, eyes shut tight again. He could feel it. Feel it digging through his fur, into his skin, poisoning him! Like a snake's venom to a mouse! ..What? The dirt, of course. He sneezed. And sneeze again. Try to get it out of his nose. Ugh. Dirt. It would kill him, wouldn't it? Yes. He'd die of dirt inhalation. A tragic young death due to dirt up the nose. It was probably in his eyes, too. Infecting.

"Bad adventure.." Another pitiful whine. Time to move again? No. Time to sneeze some more, and act like he was dying due to dirt on his face. It would be the end of him, it would!

[Iva]

Heeeere came Cricketkit! Caught up to him already..And face planting. As soon as Cricket fell..Blue skidded to a hault, actually stopping and watching, this time. Sneeze, sneeze..whining..sneeze. He blinked, expressionless. It was only a little..Face dirt. Unless..Dirt was something to fear? His neck fur prickled a bit at this thought. He was young, after all. Impressionable. Impressions didn’t always have to come from Mommy..Of course, he would do best to act how Mommy said, not everyone. Wouldn’t it be terrible if he, too, began acting as neurotic as Cricketkit? He shook his head a little –possiblly flicking off any imaginary dirt- and started purring. Sneeze, sneeze. “Oh, drama queen.” Again, a head shake..And he hopped to his paws, clearing the short distance between them with a few paw steps.

Once close, he stretched out his face; dragging his tongue over Cricket to try and get some of the dust off. Germ phobia? Blue cared not! Lick, lick lick! Flee Cricket, flee. If dirt was bad, Blue saliva was probably much worse. Or not. Because he was the amazing Bluekit, and the amazing Bluekit was no doubt much better than dirt. Especially in a cleanly way. Lick-lick. A few more licks, and he stopped; turning around to one again eye the surrounding. They were pretty much on that ridge, now. He was amazed. Walking even that short distance had changed the landscape completely. There was so much out here.. He would’ve never guessed, being in the camp all the time. Not that he didn’t like camp..He did. Mommy was there, and Daddy was there, and other cats were there..He really did like other cats, even if they did make him shy sometimes. “No, good adventure. You’ll have fun, I swear!” No sense swearing on hopeless case. He believed he really would make Cricketkit have fun, though. Naive little Bluekit.