[ti]Open[/ti]Me and My Shadow

[KingHarry]

Over the last moon, Rookkit had practically become his father's shadow. Whenever Blackheart was in camp - which was more often than usual, as he'd picked up a bad habit of fussing over Olivenose and his kits - his son would wiggle out of the nursey and follow the warrior everywhere.

Apparently, Rookkit had already got it into his head that he was going to lead the clan one day and, because of that, he needed to follow his father to find out how real warriors did things. It was amusing, and Blackheart didn't have it in his heart to tell his son to go away. Besides, better that young Rookkit was stalking him than bothering Owlstar in the nursery, right?

The only issue with the situation was that the kit was still young, and because of that he sometimes got distracted and ended up getting into trouble. Blackheart had only taken his eyes off him for a second - just enough time to fetch some fresh-kill from the pile - and when he's looked back, Rookkit was off trying to attack another cat's tail.

"Rookkit! No!" Blackheart instructed, rushing over to gently bat his son away from his fellow clan mate. "That's not nice. Apologise to them."

[Cosima]

even the stars and the moon
don't shine quite like we do

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KingHarry

With the sickness still lingering, Brookpaw had been very busy taking up patrols for cats who were too sick to participate. She didn't mind the border patrols, but hunting patrols could never end fast enough. She absolutely HATED hunting patrols. Hunting wasn't her passion, nor was it her strong suit. She had just come back from a hunting patrol and decided to plop down in some shade, where the least snow had fallen. "Sooooo tired..." She cried, curling into a ball.

She was disturbed by something attacking her tail... "Hey, watch it, you fox-brain--" Brookpaw hissed, looking to see it was only Rookkit. "Oh... hi, Rookkit. Sorry about that." Her ears flattened to the back of her head as she apologized to Blackheart for cursing at his child.

'cause if there's a heaven, don't care if we get in

► kaigra 

[Mama]

Waspkit, unlike her siblings, thought it was a good idea to try and attack everyone, and anything that moved. The kit was overly energetic and excited about everything, and when she first saw snow it had ended up with her stuck and one of her parents needing to pull her out. Ahh, that was fun.

However, when Rookkit was getting more attention then her by her father, that made her mad. Giving a shriek, the fluffy ball of doom came stumbling out of the nursery, before bashing her head into his side with a battle yowl. After deciding she had defeated Blackheart, the feline turned her attention to the other cat. "HI! I'M WASPKIT!" She screeched, puffing up happily as she ran into the apprentice's legs with a squeal.

[Cosima]

i'll spread my wings and i'll learn how to fly
i'll do what it takes 'til i touch the sky

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precious shy baby

Usually on days like these with the cold weather, most kits would be playing outside. Beetlekit was not your usual kit. She was a very timid cat, the slightest of loud sounds sending her crying to her mother. When she wasn't hiding in her nest, she was playing a game with her quieter siblings like Millkit and Owlkit, or tagging along by Waspkit's tail. Today was the latter. She scurried after Waspkit, her long fur ripping with energy. "Waspkit, slow down, please!"

Of course, the Waspkit was getting into some trouble. She watched as Waspkit proceeded to attack Blackheart. "Please be more careful, Waspkit... you're going to get hurt..." She murmured, eyebrows furrowed in worry. Whenever she spoke, it was barely more than a whisper, so people usually had to lean in closer to hear her voice. She noticed Waspkit was speaking to an older cat she had never met before.

"Umm, hi." She said, shuffling her paws.

make a wish, take a chance, make a change, and breakaway

► kaigra 

[KingHarry]

"It's quite alright, Brookpaw. He shouldn't have attacked your tail." Blackheart responded. He would rather others didn't use harsh words around his children, but he did understand. When someone attacked you out of the blue, it was a perfectly normal reaction to shout a little. The warriors looked down at the kit, prodding him with his paw to encourage him to speak. "Now, apologise. You can't just hurt others in the clan, Rookkit."

Rookkit opened his mouth to respond but any noise that came out was cut off by a loud screeching. Oh dear. Blackheart knew that noise, as did Rookkit. It seemed that Waspkit was up to no good again. Ah, and there she was - charging out of the nursery and immediately attempting to batter her father.

Waspkit was lucky that Blackheart was patient. He waited for her to stop headbutting him before he stood and firmly picked the kit up by the scruff of her neck. Beetlekit - another one of his kits that had come running out of the nursery - was right; if she kept this up, she was going to get hurt. If it wasn't now, it would be later - once she was an apprentice and allowed outside of camp. 

"Apologise to me." Blackheart instructed once he put Waspkit down again, dropping her a cat length away from Brookpaw. He had a look of disappointment on his face and a serious tone to his voice - both of which were causing Rookkit, who was standing just behind his father, to smirk at his sister. Ha! She was getting into trouble and he was not!

"You could hurt a cat doing that, Waspkit - especially if they're an elder, and especially once you've actually learnt how to fight. You need to say that you're sorry."

[Mama]

"I LIKE WORMS!" Waspkit instead screeched, her pelt puffing up as she ran around her less-rambunctious sister. Her tail flickered in the air, and after a few circles or so, she decided to bash back into her father's legs with another scream. "I'M A VICIOUS WARRIOR. BEG FOR MERCY!" The calico cried.

For the sake of her clan, and for their ears, they could only hope the small puffball eventually got a control of herself. If not... that would be trouble.

"Oh, hi Beetlekit!" Waspkit mewed after noticing her sister, suddenly stopping and acting as calm as she could be. Some would say it's strange, most would say it's just Waspkit. After a moment, she stuck her paw out and patted her sister's side, before grooming her neck affectionately.