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She had gotten the reputation of being a bit of a diva when she wanted to be. She didn't see a problem with it; after all, she was thoroughly convinced she deserved exactly what she wanted when she wanted it. She was SummerClan royalty, after all! She deserved a crown on her head! It wasn't her fault if she had a bit of a temper tantrum any time that she didn't get what she wanted- they should have just played along, and then she wouldn't have to get upset! She didn't like getting upset, but she was going to get exactly what she deserved (which was everything). It was her one fault, the crack in her normally relaxed demeanor.
It seemed like she wasn't feeling very relaxed today, as she stormed over to the kitten. "Hey fattie, who do you think you are? That is my sunspot. Maybe you'd know that if you weren't a random loser that just waltzed into camp with a group of equally freakshow kits!" Sunrisekit was only half SummerClan herself, but she apparently didn't care about that part. "Now, get out of my way."
If he wasn't running around and yelling at everyone, or attempting to sneak out of camp, or picking on whoever he chose as his victim that day, Monsterkit was napping. He particularly liked the warm spots, when the sun would glitter down as if it were magic and he felt like it was giving him a beautiful, warm hug. He wasn't a prince, or a knight, or anything of that sort — truthfully, he was more the criminal, the troublemaker, the trickster, and he considered himself exceptionally good at the role.
That is my sunspot. Maybe in another world he would have ignored her, but immediately his eyes shot open and he was turning over onto his belly, staring up at her. "Are you stupid, stupid?" He stood up, leaning forward as if it would intimidate her, "obviously. You've got me mixed up. It's Monsterkit, M-O-N. . ." he trailed off, "not those idiots." He flopped back down, rolling onto his back, "find another sunspot, and maybe eat dirt while your at it," he laughed like it was the funniest thing in the world.
Had she gotten her fellow nursery mates confused? A normal cat would have been embarrased my that, but Sunrisekit was not a normal cat. "Wow, big flex that you started spelling only to forget what came after N. Shows you're real intelligent yourself, brat." Sunrisekit had never been so openly challenged by anyone and she was rightfully pissed off about it. Who did this cat think he was? Monsterkit, Zebrakit, they were all the same. Dumb losers who needed to get out of her spot before she became an even bigger problem than she already was.
"Move," she commanded again, her fur rising slightly. "I don't have time to listen to you run your mouth- I'm losing daylight here. So scram, Gazellekit," she finished with a smirk, taking another step towards him.
"Shut up!" His tail lashed, and he brought his paws to his face, dragging them down, pulling at his eyes until he let them fall again, "you are so annoying!" As if Monsterkit wasn't either, but it was all about intent. He meant to be irritating, Sunrisekit just was all on her own.
"I'm not moving, I'm not moving, I'm not moving!" He chanted mockingly, stretching out to rub it in. He popped an eye open to look at her, the corners folding in a mischievous, wide grin, all teeth. "And it's not Gazellekit, my name is cool! Not dumb. MONSTERKIT. Say it right, princess." He wasn't intimidated in the slightest (he could totally beat her up), and he faced her with that same smile, like he was edging her on (he was, of course).
"I'm pretty sure Monsterkit is pretty dumb too," she pointed out with a wave of her tail, her chin held high. "After all, what kind of dork gets named after a two-leg contraption, anyways? Maybe if you weren't so ugly you would have got a cool name." Despite her unwavering confidence, Sunrisekit wasn't too good at name-calling. It wasn't often that she was a diva, she really preferred not to be, so her insults were... shabby at best.
When the tom once again refused, the little cat found herself enraged. Who did he think he was? Denying SummerClan royalty? Did he not know his place in the social heirachy? It was definitely below her, which meant he had no right to lay in her spot!
"How bout this, if you don't move, you've made an enemy that I'm sure you don't want to make," she countered, puffing her fur up slightly to seem a little bigger. This was ultimately ineffective, though, because no matter how threatening she tried to be, she still had such squishable cheeks and such a pattable head. She knew that if it came down to a tussel, she'd probably lose, which meant she had to do whatever she could to avoid that. Maybe her threat would work.
"I'm not named after the big twoleg thing, dumbie, I'm named after the beast kind of monster. Like the ones in the dark." At least, he hoped he wasn't named after the cars, though his parents had never been too transparent about their choices. What if he was? Why was he named Monster anyway, it almost felt rude. He brushed it off completely.
He loved seeing the way she raged, half expecting smoke to start coming out of her ears, "ha! Be my guest then, enemy, because I'm not mooooving!" He rolled around. "Oooh! What a lovely, nice, beautifully sunny spot I have here, it's the best spot in all of camp and nobody can take it from me." He was yelling by now, "I love my spot sooooo much, I'm so glad it's not Sun-whatever's sunspot!"
Adding more quietly now, "go cry to your mom or something, I'm trying to sleep here."
