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Post by Honeystorm on Apr 11, 2020 22:22:19 GMT -5
Kits had started filling up Post Kilo. Gossamer and Kaisra's kits, and now the litter Apollo had happened upon and claimed as his own. And, for the record, Jules-tyke was already being about as dramatic as one could be. "May as well just sacrifice me to the Blind Protector then!" The kitten wailed to his poor, poor, cousin Cadet Lisbet, who had just accused him of stealing Arei-tyke's breakfast, despite the auburn tom knowing for a fact that she'd eaten it, and that she was just trying to get him in trouble then. Certainly, the young British accented tom certainly knew how to wail, and anyone within earshot was bound to come over to investigate.
This was the perfect time to try out Briar-tyke's most recent invention. She had fastened a bit of elastic around a Y shaped stick. That's right, the auburn she-kit had successfully crafted a crude sling-shot. As much as other cats picked on her for having an extra toe on each of her front paws, right now they were invaluable, making it easy for her to grip the wood with one paw and pull back the elastic with the other. "Stop yer whinging!" She yelled at Jules-tyke as she released her first pebble, aiming right at his forehead, although it was anyone's guess if it would actually land.
Owl-tyke was in the middle of a good dream - the kind of dream where you're about to bite into the biggest piece of prey you could possibly imagine. He was salivating at the scent of the entire rabbit stretched out in front of him. His tiny brown tabby face was so close to the rabbit, and his little fangs were just about to pierce its skin when -
WHAM -
He was yanked right from his mouthwatering dream. And his forehead stung. Owl-tyke opened up one amber eye, bleary with sleep. After a second of his vision adjusting, his gaze zeroed in on a pebble lying closeby. What in the world? Owl-tyke opened his other eye and looked up to see where the stone had come from.
"Whoops, sorry Owl-tyke! Looks like I need to aim higher," Briar-tyke felt a little bad to have awoken the other kit but her main target was still yammering. She loaded another pebble and took aim, this time closing one eye and really focusing before she let loose.
This one hit Jules-tyke just above the eye. Dramatically, because that's how he did everything, he spun around as though the rock had spun him, and toppled over, a paw pressing against the thin cut the sharp pebble had caused. "BLOODY HELL, BRIAR!" The kitten practically screamed, though it was anyone's guess as to how he'd learned that particular phrase.
Owl-tyke covered his eyes with his paws protectively. Rocks flying around were something he'd like to avoid, if possible. All the yowling was getting too loud for him, so he uncovered his eyes and shimmied outside to get away from the noise.
"Rub some dirt in it, you'll be fine." Briar-tyke teased, gently sitting her sling-shot on the ground, showing her bundle of elastic strips and twigs considerably more compassion than the other kits. The test had gone wonderfully; all of the pebbles that she had seriously loosed actually hit real targets, both intentional and otherwise. The only problem was that this contraption didn't seem to have much of a range or do any real damage. Better asses the results more closely. She padded up to her brother, nosing him curiously, "If you were something scary like a badger or a fox, do you think that stone would frighten the life out of you? Well, assuming you didn't know it was coming. Oh my gosh, are you actually bleeding?" He gray eyes widened and she leaned in even closer, putting her paws over her brother's to hold him in place, "Owl-tyke, go get me some cobwebs, stat! The prince is in distress!" She was smirking as she said it, though, clearly up to no good.
Owl-tyke eyed the she-kit mistrustfully, but obeyed. He sniffed around outside the den for some old webs, repeatedly coming back empty pawed. As he searched, he half-listened to the conversation taking place inside.
