Although he was one of the oldest kittens in the nursery, poor Ruekit was still as tiny as he could be. Actually, he looked about two or three moons younger then he was. The fireball tom was out in the clearing, standing on a pile of snow flattened into a sort of ledge that he could very easily stand ontop of. "All kits gather around! Mousebrains! Fleapelts! Let's go! Move it, move it!" Ruekit snarled, trying to gather at least a few others so they could have a big game. Perhaps they could play clan, or even some moss ball. No matter what it was, he was going to be the best at it.
Houndkit was not too amused as she was yelled for, but with nothing better to do, she decided to try and meet others. If it didn't go well, she could always let them fight and watch fur fly. Her tail flicked as she shook her thick pelt out with a yawn, and glared up to the curly tom. "If you yell any louder, a bird is gonna get you and eat you for a snack." The shekit grumbled.
Honeykit wasn't too sure what any of those words meant, but he tittered his way out and sat down. His tail curled around his thin pelt, as he glanced up to the much bigger cats. Well, for now, at least. "Hey! What's your name, newbie?" Ruekit hissed down, however Honeykit didn't reply. To be quite honest, he didn't say much at all, just smiled and tagged along.
She wasn't vain, but Badgerkit already had it in her mind that cats like her needed to have their beauty sleep. With her family that didn't often happen, so she had taken to finding the perfect spots in which to both overhear conversations and to find the weak leafbare sunlight to warm her pelt just so. She was just ready to let her heavy-lidded eyes closed when some mouse-brain ruined her slumber and sent her sitting up so fast she felt like a static shock and gone from her tail to her ears in milliseconds.
"What's your problem, flea-tail!?" She snapped, her fur puffing out along her body and making her appear even more bulky than usual. "I wanna SEE you make me move, you speck! I don't see why we should be listening to you in the first place!?"
Obviously they should only be paying attention to the more superior cats of the clan. And clearly, if you were talking about present company only then she clearly was the superior one.
It was a little funny, in Sootkit's opinion, to see such a small cat trying to lead people. Oh sure, she was pretty certain that the right cat could lead regardless of size - but Ruekit wasn't exactly what she thought of as 'charismatic' or 'leaderlike'. No, he seemed to be plainly bossy. Sootkit wasn't interested in playing a game with anyone, but she looked up from the mud pile she was building with a blank expression in her light yellow eyes. It was interesting, if nothing else; Ruekit seemed determined to try to be in charge, but what made him think he could? He wasn't the smartest in the nursery (Sootkit believed that title belong to Badgerkit) nor the creepiest (definitely Peonykit) nor even the most interesting (Honeykit for sure). His fervour was calling out to her though, and so the tortie paused in her building, staring up at her denmate with a distinct lack of deference on her maw. It was fairly simple to be dismissive of authority, and easier still when that authority came in the form of another runt.
Although, there was something to be said about the fact that she was listening regardless. She wasn't the smartest, nor the strongest; her skills were oddly finite and specific, and she had no qualms about that fact. No, instead she swept her tail over her paws, looking blankly towards Ruekit as though to say and what, exactly are you trying to accomplish?
"Well," Ruekit started, with a matter of fact-sort of smirk. "I'm moons older then you, and I'm going to be an apprentice soon. So, maybe you should respect me, and then I might be a bit easier on you when we spar." The tom took a step fowards, his curly gray pelt wildly spraying out, and the feline kept the grin on his face. "And, shouldn't we focus on a common enemy? LIKE IVYCLAN!"
The final sentence was more like a battle screech, as he leaped down and crushed a small point in the snow like it was another cat. "Who's with me then, to take back what's ours from those dungfaces?!"
"And you, with the mud! You can make us our camp!" He demanded, spinning to her and then looking to the last cat. It was a brown tabby, and for once it seemed someone was around the size of him... except more then 1/4 of his age. "You... I'm not sure what you can do. Battle train! Get ready to fight!"
Houndkit shook her head, deciding it was too early to deal with this nonsense of her rather... annoying denmate, and headed back to the nursery. Perhaps her mother or father would stop by soon and teach her some real tactics.
Honeykit didn't know what fighting was. Or Ivyclan. He thought there was just Mothclan? He'd have to ask his mother later, but by the sounds of it they weren't that nice. His attention glanced to Sootkit, who he recently noticed, and gave a small wave before bouncing to his feet. The tom approached Badgerkit, with a big smile on his face and his tail waving in the air excitedly.
Badgerkit rolled her eyes up towards the heavens in an expression she had learned from her parents. It was a look that said 'Starclan, please grant me the strength not to claw the ears off this fool' - and remarkably silly on such a young kit, who really should have nothing to be world-weary about anyways. She spotted her sister Houndkit retreating, and in the back of her mind was tempted to follow. But frankly...Ruekit had caught her attention with the promise of a common enemy...
And really...her options? Spending more time with her family? Going back to sleep - which was clearly a futile case if he was going to keep bellowing about. Playing with that mudlark Sootkit? She shuddered inwardly at that thought. No, she was not, would not ever be so desperate to stoop to those levels.
"I'm listening..." She grumbled, eventually, sitting primly and curling her tail around her paws in the most proper stance she could muster. "But give me one reason why we should follow you, eh? And not just some snit about you being older and stuff!" She tilted her head up, making herself as tall as possible. She may have been younger, but in games, she could hold her own. She was big, and bold, and buff. And frankly if she had the mind to she thought she could take Ruekit and...who knows, sit on him to submission or something. She noticed one of the youngest, newest kits in the corner of her vision too, with some sort of oddly happy look on it's face. Ugh. "You better not think you'd be a better leader, too." She narrowed her eyes ever so slightly, but studied the oddly silent kit with the same sort of interest she would a mildly interesting looking rock.
"M' too!? M' toooo!" He may have been similar in size to his brother, but by merit of genetics he was infinitely more talkative; though his grasp of language was still tenuous at best. Little more than a scrap of brown and white fur just getting used to his paws and finer motor skills, little Bloomkit was nothing if not desperate to be included. Even if he didn't fully understand what an Ivyclan was. Or a Mothclan, for that matter. Or battle training, Fighting. Anything really. He just wanted to hang around with the other kits while his mother was indisposed. He'd gotten a bruise above his eye from rolling off her back earlier yesterday, and he wore it like a badge of pride, just visible beneath his thin fur. He clambered so close that he nearly bumped his shoulder against his own brother; but honestly if Honeykit got to be involved, he wanted to be involved too.
Well, Ruekit seemed excited. Sootkit wasn't necessarily going to be inconvenienced by this, after all - her daily plans tended to revolve around playing in the mud and dirt and snow anyways. She wasn't... entirely certain she understood how to make a camp out of this stuff, but she did like to... kinda push it around. Make some tiny hills. Try to tuck herself into the ground. You know, kit things? These were kit things right? It was certainly less strenuous and demanding than being yelled at by a kitten that was probably even smaller than her.
Now somewhat determined to be able to bury not only herself but the entirety of the nursery in the ground (which, honestly, was a little macabre if we're being honest), Sootkit turned back to her careful rearranging of the earth; move the snow, move the dirt, pause for a second to ... chew on a cold chunk of mud. Cool, Sootkit, cool. She considered calling over Honeykit, but that seemed like overkill; instead she began to dig away to create uneven ground and some divots she could ostensibly curl up in.
All the other cats, the older kits, seemed to have been given roles to play - and Bloomkit was not the most patient of souls to begin with. While Ruekit from his imperious perch was being questioned by the other older cats, he was just ready to be included. He may have been small, but he was fearless; and before any of the older cats decided he would be forced onto clean-up duty or equally mind-numbingly stupid job, he determined he had to get his paws dirty in another way.
And how better than to try and show Ruekit how fierce he could be. Skittering forward on his small, uncoordinated kitten legs, he did his best to scale the bottom to the older kits' perch; his little paws scrabbling at the air for several seconds until he managed to use the weight of his head and his upper body to pull him up onto a new level. "Sees? I can 'ight!" He crowed; certainly this was what fighting was, right? Becoming bigger and taller than everyone else? The highest person one the fight, right?
Carried Home is a Warriors roleplay forum. We feature four clans - all four of which have futures that heavily depend on what your characters do - as well as a 50 word count minimum on RP posts, and a functioning currency and shop.
While most of the action does center around our four clans, members are also permitted to make loners, rogues, and kittypets. You can also make both StarClan and Dark Forest characters.