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'Cause you're a villainous thing / And we can't have you living a lie
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Post by eventide on Apr 11, 2020 20:51:22 GMT -5
Cleaver The bite of hunger wasn't something Mistralkit was unfamiliar with, but shame was a new one. The haughty she-cat had spent her entire life - regardless of how short it has yet been - with her head held high, proud of her heritage and clan. Yet now, wandering, homeless, through the unclaimed territories of the other clans, the little spitfire couldn't help but feel forlorn. Were they really so much better than a band of organized loners? Young, yes, but wizened by the trials she'd be put through since the moment she'd opened her eyes. Her adopted mother, Heathersong, tried her best to shelter her kits from the harsh realities of life, but Mistralkit was blind. She knew the muttering through the forest about her clan, living only on the charity of others. She had been forced to leave the only home she'd ever known in WaterClan's old territory, and though they were starving there she couldn't help but feel homesick for its familiar sights and sounds.
The silvery she-cat trudged along behind the rest of the group, paws dragging. She wasn't tired - no, there was perhaps too much energy in the little she-cat - but weary to her soul. Maybe tonight she could talk to Heathersong and her littermates and find a fun story to ask Chimerastar to tell. Or, maybe they would manage to catch enough prey to have a full meal where everyone got to eat. Sighing, she turned her eyes skyward, hoping to find solace in the clear blue. No magical epiphany struck her, so she just rolled her eyes and bounded forwards to catch up.
Passionkit didn't understand why they were inviting other clans to feast with them. Jayjack had been telling the kits how nasty and rude the other clans were, that they were prickly as forest thorns and would hurt even kits if they had the opportunity. They sounded so terrible, like his parents had been before he'd come to the clan, and he wanted nothing to do with them. If anything he would just sneak out of the nursery to grab a quick bite of food, then spend the rest of the night alone...
... but his clanmates had other plans, and the pouting tomcat found himself sitting in Harvest Hall with his fluffy white fur neatly groomed. He stared warily at the approaching tide of cats - there was so many, had they brought the entire clan? - and scuffed his paws in the dirt. This sucked. He didn't want to sit here. Passionkit rose to his paws and started to stalk back toward home when he spotted a silver kit in front of him. Biting back a sigh, he waved his tail to her.
'Cause you're a villainous thing / And we can't have you living a lie
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Post by eventide on Apr 12, 2020 19:41:15 GMT -5
Mistralkit let herself come to a stop, not really recognizing that she had been spoken to until her eyes cleared up and grew a startlingly clear blue. "Hi. I'm from SwiftClan. We all are, actually." She puffed out her chest in pride at the statement, but all it really did was emphasize the ribs sticking out of her pelt and hollow cheeks. "Who are you?" She looked around, seemingly for the first time, and her eyes grew wide. "Are we finally here? FallClan, right? That's where Chimerastar said we were going, at least."
Compared to the well-groomed tomkit, she looked rough. Her pelt was dull and lanky, and her eyes lacked the spark most kits had at her age. Still, she seemed to have a wealth of energy for one in her position. She glanced around the clearing and felt her eyes grow wider and wider. So many cats, with such dens! All established and covered with brambles and lichen! So different from their own camp of just nests; comfortable nests, yes, but just nests.
"Yeah, this is FallClan. I'm Passionkit." He was staring at her. SwiftClan cats were weird. How did she not know where she was, or where she'd been headed? He'd have his ears shredded if he said something so stupid! And she didn't look right either, it was like she never took proper care of herself or learned how to clean her pelt. He followed her gaze around briefly, but instead of noticing the dens, he took in the other members of her clan. Oh. They all looked like that, kind of awkward and skinny, and he shuddered to bones beneath a few of their dusty coats.
"Why do you look like that?" he blurted out. "You're all so gross-looking."
'Cause you're a villainous thing / And we can't have you living a lie
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Post by eventide on Apr 13, 2020 18:45:15 GMT -5
Mistralkit gasped, affronted and hurt. The hurt only remained a moment before she buried it away and raised her tail proudly. "Look like what? The most beautiful she-kit you've ever had the privilege to lay eyes on?" She ignored the latter half of his comment, deliberately tuning it out. She was surrounded by her clanmates and, truth be told, Passionkit was the first non-SwiftClan cat she'd ever seen. She did notice a difference between them, sure, but she wouldn't go so far as to call herself and her clan gross.
"And anyway, why do you look like that? You're as plump as a quail. I bet you don't even know how to hunt!" Neither did she, but Passionkit didn't need to know that. "I bet you still nurse from your Mama, don't you?" So she was being a little mean. He had started it, after all.
Passionkit snorted. Beautiful was not the word he was going to use to describe the thin kit. How dumb was she not to realize that? He was glad to be in a clan of well-fed pretty cats instead of dumb rats like her. "No, why do you look like the skinny old mice they bring back to camp sometimes? Those things are hard to eat, they're all skin and so stringy! I look like this because I'm a warrior," he continued triumphantly, standing and twisting to show off, "and warriors are strong and muscular! I'm going to be the best hunter someday!"
He dropped back to his paws and narrowed his eyes at her, long fur bristling over his spine. "No, I don't! I don't even have a Mama," he crowed.
'Cause you're a villainous thing / And we can't have you living a lie
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Post by eventide on Apr 18, 2020 13:27:08 GMT -5
"Your clan can't be all that good if they didn't even teach you manners," growled Mistralkit, tail flicking behind her angrily. How dare he liken her to a rat?! "See, at least I have a Mama, and, and siblings too!" She added, unsure as to whether this was actually something she could brag about or not. Her inability to express her frustration morphed into a desire to knock the haughty little tom kit to the ground, so she did.
Charging forwards, the admittedly scruffy she-cat bowled into him, using her momentum to make up for her lack of mass. She was determined to pin him until he agreed that she didn't look like a rat at all. "Say it!" she growled, pulling at his ears with her mouth, "Say that you take it back! You-you little runt!"
"I have siblings-" he started to huff, stop abruptly as she bowled into him and pushed him to the ground. Passionkit shrieked in rage and twisted in her grasp, glaring up at her mutinously. It was clear his clanmates weren't coming to help, though; they must think the two kits were just play-fighting. Like he'd ever play-fight with someone like her! His ear was beginning to hurt, so he growled and muttered bitterly under his breath, "Fine. I take it back." He squirmed free of her and rose to his paws, growling as he stalked a few paces away from her and sat down heavily.
He pointedly sat with his back to her for what felt like an eternity, several seconds at least, before he glared over his shoulder at her again. "Stupid rat. My manners are fine. I wasn't even trying to offend you. It was just a question. Furbrain."
'Cause you're a villainous thing / And we can't have you living a lie
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Post by eventide on Apr 19, 2020 17:50:28 GMT -5
Mistralkit gave him a parting bite before she rolled off of him, satisfied with his apology, as meager as it had been. She glared at his back as he sulked a few paces away, breathing hard. She didn't really look like a rat, did she? She blinked away the threat of tears gathering in her eyes and turned that energy towards anger. "I'm not a rat, you-you foxheart!" she replied, eyes narrowed and claws digging into the ground. Her muscles tensed as she prepared to pounce on him again, but she just barely resisted. "You don't have any manners if you're gonna make fun of me like that. Rude and mean. You're just mean!" Her voice grew a little clogged as she spoke, with anger or embarrassment she didn't know.
"How was I being rude? I just wanted to know why you looked so funny!" he yelped, slapping his tail down on the ground. "It's not my fault your whole clan looks like rats! Mine don't look like that," he reminded her pointedly. His clan was well-fed and comfortable in their territory, unlike the struggling SwiftClan cats. They had lived in this territory for moons upon moons without disturbance and they knew every nook and cranny, every hiding place and every mouse. He was proud of his clan even if he wasn't born there, and they looked right to him; he had never seen cats as skinny as the other clan and couldn't comprehend why it was so offensive to point that out.
'Cause you're a villainous thing / And we can't have you living a lie
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Post by eventide on May 4, 2020 0:50:26 GMT -5
Mistralkit was too young to understand that different cats came from different backgrounds, and failed to understand how Passionkit could compare her and her clan to rats. "You're just too young to understand the world," she finally mewed sagely, deciding he must be a little dumb to think she was a rat. This decision made her resolve to be nicer to him, because if he was so simple as to think they looked like rats, he deserved her pity. "I'm sorry I bit you," she mewed mulishly, as though the words tasted badly.
Passionkit scowled at her. He wasn't too young to understand, she was just dumb. Maybe SwiftClan cats learned slower than FallClan cats too. "Thanks," he muttered, feeling obligated to accept her apology. He was pretty sure she didn't mean it, though. His white fur fluffed up and he raised his chin. "It didn't hurt that bad anyway."
