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Northernkit was a ghost in the skin of a cat. His blue eyes were icy, his posture closed and defensive, as he crept out of the nursery. Even though WinterClan was famed for its frigid culture, its unwelcomeness was nothing new to the young kitten; he had grown up only knowing how dark and cold the world truly was. He rarely left his brother's side, his brother who was both his protector and his tormentor, but his father had been gone for a couple of days on his little trips, and for once, he could breathe a sigh of relief.
His stomach growled and he crept out of the nursery, hoping that no one would catch him before he could return, his steps silent as he moved towards the center of the camp, his eyes flickering left and right, wandering nervously, except his blind spot was apparently straight ahead, because moments later, he slammed into another cat with a squeak.
'Cause you're a villainous thing / And we can't have you living a lie
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Post by eventide on Apr 1, 2022 18:38:30 GMT -5
Quartzpaw had been on her way to the apprentice den to take a nap after waking up early to participate in the dawn patrol when she felt a slight impact with her flank and paused, turning to look at the now prone Northernkit. "Are you okay?" she asked, lifting the kit up by the scruff to get him back on his paws. She absently noted that he shouldn't be so light for a kit his size. "You should be more careful. You're little and the other cats in camp are much bigger than myself. You could've been hurt."
Her voice was even and soft, though her eyes seemed to pierce straight through the little tom-kit with their intensity. Her stubby tail flicked irritably, and she glanced back at her den where her nest was waiting. She didn't like deviations from her schedule but knew well enough that some basic manners were required in a situation like this.
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Post by achromatic on Apr 4, 2022 13:29:16 GMT -5
Northernkit had few experiences with older cats other than his father, and even cats his age...most of the time had been his own siblings, siblings he was terrified of. Canes and Australis especially terrified him enough to make him complacent at all times, flinching back at any sign of an emotion other than calm. He was already ready to pour out a hundred apologies when she grasped him by the scruff and suddenly, he froze, tensing at the thought of being thrown somewhere. His eyes immediately closed and he curled up into himself, only to realize...
Oh, she was...just talking? He frowned, before tentatively looking up to see her eyes staring intently at him. Oh. He managed to find his voice again. "I'm sorry!" he squeaked, "I didn't–I just–I wanted to get something to eat...?" Was he even allowed to get something to eat on his own? "I'm sorry if I wasn't supposed to go myself, I just thought...I didn't want to..." He was stammering, his nervousness making the pitch of his voice rise.
'Cause you're a villainous thing / And we can't have you living a lie
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Post by eventide on Apr 4, 2022 20:34:18 GMT -5
Quartzpaw narrowed her eyes in confusion when the kit cringed away from her in fear, confused. "I won't hurt a kit," she said, sounding almost offending at the notion. "So don't cringe away from me." She hardly processed his frantic explanations, and a long beat of silence descended before she realized what he'd said.
"Oh, that makes sense." She stepped back, giving him a little space, and considered his smaller-than-average form. "Shouldn't you be...bigger?" She tilted her head this way and that as though trying to place what was different about him before giving a nod that seemed to confirm her suspicions. "You should go to the medicine cat; something's wrong with you." Her blunt manner often didn't take into account social niceties or decorum, but she didn't notice and so she didn't much care. "Then, if they say so, I can get you some prey."
She leaned forwards again, preparing to pick him up by the scruff, and gave him a look that said not to flinch again. There was consternation in her crystalline gaze, as though he were a puzzle she just couldn't quite figure out.
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Post by achromatic on Apr 6, 2022 9:01:58 GMT -5
Northernkit didn't really like the way Quartzpaw spoke, as if there was something wrong with him, but he ignored it, just like he knew he'd ignore her instructions later. How was he supposed to know she wasn't going to hurt him? Still, while his siblings would've fought or fled, his own survival instinct was to fawn over things, to just do whatever she said until he could be left on his own again.
"I don't know," he squeaked, giving Quartzpaw a sheepish smile that looked more like a grimace, "maybe I'm just born small? I'm not that much smaller than my brother..." He didn't know what the medicine cat could do, or would do anyway. He had never seen the medicine cat; he had only recently joined the clan with his family, and he was still unfamiliar with the whole concept of living as a group.
His stomach gnawed at him and he looked a little disappointed by the failure to procure his next meal, but he simply sat there, still rather tense, trying not to seem that way. "Why do I need to go to the medicine cat?" he dared to ask, preparing for her to pick him up again.
Quartzpaw looked at Northernkit, seeming to assess his question for a long moment before answering. "Well," she mewed, looking him up and down. "You're too small for a kit, aren't you? Something has to be wrong, right?" She seemed to be speaking mostly to herself, thinking aloud. "But I suppose you might be hungry? I don't know kits very well." She motioned with her tail for him to lead the way to the fresh-kill pile, following behind him and scrutinizing him the whole time.
"Maybe you can eat first, then I can see if Chaostheory should look at you." The apprentice didn't lose the thoughtful expression she wore as they walked, brow furrowed in consternation.
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Post by achromatic on Apr 11, 2022 14:38:45 GMT -5
Northernkit found his cheeks heating up at being called small. "There doesn't have to be something wrong," he piped up, for once, almost indignant, "maybe I'll just grow into it!" His eyes widened at his own gal, to be able to say something like that out loud, before shutting his mouth again.
At her question, his stomach grumbled in response and his face flushed. "Yeah," he laughed sheepishly, "I think...I'm more hungry than anything." He was still eyeing the fresh-kill pile, "can we please eat first?"
