[ti]Private[/ti]Space-Oddity

[Broadwaykat]

Meow

The life of a kit was constantly oversimplified as being easy. Maybe in past years, it was; but Badgerkit considered it a serious chore. There were a lot of kits in their dens right now; and usually while their mothers were fine with encouraging them to intermingle, Badgerkit wasn't so sure. She, being of such superior knowledge (even if she was the only one who thought so herself) every other kit her year was inferior to herself.

Or they were insane. 

Unfortunately, while the days may have been growing slowly but steadily warmer, it seemed she was no closer to the freedom she so desperately sought. One older cat or another had taken to watching the front dens of the camp so that they couldn't escape; which put a real damper on Badgerkit's attempts to explore. What she needed was an accomplice; but unfortunately, it seemed like her siblings were not ready to run amok with her just then.

Maybe Ruekit would be up for a romp. He could be annoying; but usually he was up for something explorer-type. Slowly, she made her way over towards his family nest, placing her paws up on the edge and finding that he was nowhere to be found. Unfortunately, there was someone wide awake. 

"Oh great," She rolled her eyes, not bothering to keep her voice down all that much..."Peonykit... "

[Meow]

Peonykit, as usual, couldn't have cared any less about what the other kits were doing. It was always the same with her denmates- they always wanted to play. Play, play play. Every day it was mossball, wrestling, or bothering warriors and apprentices to teach them battle moves. They never wanted to speak about the other side, of the dark spirits that walked alongside them and the world of the unknown. Well- it wasn't like Peonykit actually cared that they didn't want to hang out with her, but she couldn't believe how naive the other kits were. They didn't see what she saw. They didn't know what she knew. The world of the dark spirits was her burden to bear, and she did it happily.

Peonykit sighed, quietly etching little claw marks into her favorite bird skull. Sometimes, it was hard being so wise and knowledgeable. There was no one, no kit or warrior who was anywhere near as perceptive as she-

Peonykit squeaked and immediately drew her enormous tail around herself protectively as someone suddenly stepped into her nest, her widened amber eyes holding immense aggression as Badgerkit looked at her.

"Oh, great. Peonykit..."

Peonykit's little claws dug into the skull, though her expression didn't change with the comment. "I feel the same way," Peonykit mewed flatly, her gaze turning cold. "Your attitude is as stinky as your name, badgerbreath."

[Broadwaykat]

If the world had been configured a little differently, it may have been easy to imagine Badgerkit and Peonykit getting along swimmingly. After all, they both prided themselves on their intelligence - as intelligent as an unworldly kit could possibly get. They both had a strong backbone, and a temper that would serve themselves well as feral adults. But the fact of the matter was, despite Peonykit being moons older than her, Badgerkit had already learned about the she-cat's craziness. She didn't see it as intelligence - not like her wonderful braininess. Oh no - she saw her talk as delusions and just plain weirdness.

And as she wasn't completely sure yet if such a condition was catching...she did her best to do what others did and keep well away. But here, she had stumbled right into her nest in the search for more pleasant and in her mind easily manipulable company. What made it even worse was that she had the gall to then insult her - her! She would not let some injustice stand...and rather than back a hasty retreat as she may have before, she puffed out her chest and firmly planted herself at the side of the nest. 

"That is not my name!" She snapped. What would Peonykit know about names, anyways. Her own parents were clearly delusional, giving such a vile cat as she a relatively pretty, delicate moniker. She at least, with her tenacity and her muscular (NOT fat - as she was eager to remind everyone) physicality. "Not that I expect you to know, or care. Any of your little shadows' talking lately? Or have they even realized what a creep your are and floated off?"