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Breezekit's voice preceded him, the tom barreling out the nursery seconds after his shout. Overhead fluttered the insect in question, wings scintillating in pale sunrise, and he skidded to an abrupt stop to marvel up at it. The patched pelt of his sister joined him shortly, and Ghostkit tilted her head to regard the object of her brother's attention. "It's pretty, Breezekit," she agreed, "Do you think WinterClan sees them during green-leaf?"
Her ink-striped sibling grimaced as the question was poised, and Breezekit responded gruffly, "No, everything dies in WinterClan." Anger still pricked like ice shards in his veins, colder than the snows their former clan was known for, but he shrugged it off with lofty shoulders, languid eyes scanning camp for something else of interest, the butterfly having drifted away on a gentle breeze.
With his siblings preoccupied with other things, or, in Mellowkit's case, isolated with the other sick kits, Subtlekit was left to his own devices. Which was totally fine. He was completely trustworthy. In fact, that would be his full warrior name! Subletrustworthy. The silver tabby nodded to himself, pawing at the mossball, getting ready to kick it at the Tree of Wisdom again. Why did it seem like no one trusted him, anyway?
Just as he went to kick the mossball, he tripped, causing the toy to fly off course and speed through the air towards the nursery, where Breezekit and Ghostkit were sitting.
The mossball whistled past Ghostkit's head, but her brother was not so fortunate, and he turned to leer at the perpetrator. "What was that for, huh?" The limber tabby slunk toward Subtlekit until they were standing nose to nose (social distancing obviously forgotten), starshine eyes glittering darkly.
"I don't think it was on purpose, Breezekit...." piped the whispered voice of Ghostkit. She drew up close to her brother and nudged him with her shoulder, an attempt at diffusing his rising temper, but he remained unconvinced, too acclimated to the frigid attitudes of his WinterClan denmates that he was compelled to assert that neither he nor his sister would be pushed around here.
Somehow, Subtlekit had managed to regain his balance after tripping, so he didn't end up on the ground. This time. However, he had been so distracted with not falling that he hadn't even noticed where his mossball had flown off too, and so he had no idea why Breezekit was trying to pick a fight with him. Was he mad at him for falling? Had he accidentally kicked him or something? What happened? Judging by what Ghostkit said, it had to have been something he did accidentally, which could honestly be anything. Almost everything he did was an accident.
Light green eyes narrowed slightly as Subtlekit's mind ran through any possible reason for Breezekit to be angry with him, coming up with nothing. "I, uh, didn't mean to?" he decided on saying instead, though anyone could tell that the words didn't actually hold an apology, just confusion. Maybe he had put his feet in Breezekit's face while sleeping last night, that could offend anyone.
"Sure you didn't," growled Breezekit. "Pick on the new kits, eh? Think you can get away with it because we're from WinterClan?" He didn't detect any sincerity in Subtlekit's apology, not that it would have made much impact anyway, which served to intensify his aggravation. There wasn't much obvious difference between him and the other kit, their eyes practically level with one another though Breezekit lacked any bulk to his slender form.
Ghostkit released such a long sigh that she was visibly deflating. "Breezekit, stop. It was an accident, he didn't mean for it to hit you." She managed to push her sibling a few steps back and slipped herself into the newly formed gap that separated him from Subtlekit. Her ink-striped brother still seemed disgruntled but he huffed, beginning to accept that there wasn't any ill will intended. "I'm sorry about that," she said, this time addressing Subtlekit. "Things were different in WinterClan. We're both still new to somewhere like this."
