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Post by Flurryofstars on Nov 28, 2020 3:21:40 GMT -5
(My kit is obsessed with the tales of elements in the Forest Clans, so if you don't want your cat to be subjected to his interest in it, turn away before it's too late. It's also forbidden for cats from the Enchanted Forest to talk about this stuff so this will most likely be a lot of misinformation being spread or something. :3)
The clan's atmosphere had been off for a while now and Nettlekit wasn't sure why. A couple of the other kits hadn't been in the nursery for a few days, but he'd been assured that everything was okay. He didn't believe it, but he also knew he wasn't going to get any answers. Not that he really cared anyway. There were more important things on his mind. With less kits to entertain him, the nursery aids had been occupying his time with grand tales and stories. Each one had their own special subject, like Kitdeath with his ghost stories and Crownedgrace with her historical retellings. But one reoccurring theme was the mentioning of cats with powers. Absurd as that may be. A lot of the kits seemed to enjoy the stories, but many of them saw them as just that. Stories. Nettlekit wasn't so sure. He felt that cats with powers, magic, or whatever did exist and he wanted to know more. He wanted answers, but he didn't know where to start.
The sun had yet to peek above the horizon when the small, black kit tiptoed away from his sleeping mother. Most of his clanmates would still be asleep and he hoped that would give him enough time to investigate without anyone interfering. Creeping quietly across the den, Nettlekit peered outside of the nursery, looking for someone to bother.
Fog misted throughout the camp, no sun yet to chase it away, and as he was surrounded by it, it made the medicine cat's movements look ethereal. Cavepaw drifted between the silent dens, doing his rounds; this was a habit he'd developed when he was still but a kitten in the nursery, and one he'd found especially useful since his promotion, easily able to discern congested breathing through the silence. Those unlucky fellows-- the idiots that thought they could hide it, stay out of the medical den-- would be dragged by their tails right out of sleep and right into his den for treatment. Cavepaw kinda liked that routine.
But there was none of that on this misty morning. It was beginning to look like an average day; that is, until he paused at the entrance to the nursery, the feeling of eyes on him too unusual to ignore. Who else could be up this early? Turning, he noted it was Nettlekit, who he often saw scramble over to sit front and center for story time, which usually meant Nettlekit was sitting right on side of Cavepaw. "Why up?" He asked in a whisper.
Post by Flurryofstars on Dec 1, 2020 3:51:17 GMT -5
Nettlekit would have missed Cavepaw's figure as the apprentice walked, blanketed by the fog, if it were not for the pair of amber eyes glinting through the mist. The kit was excited at first, to see him out so early as he was a regular storyteller. Even though the stories weren't as detailed as others, they were still just as interesting and in a way mysterious in their vagueness. Many of the other kits made fun of the apprentice for his short phrases but it had never been an issue for the dark-furred tom. As much as he wanted to rush over to his target, Nettlekit hesitated. He wasn't sure if the older cat was busy with medical duties and didn't want to disturb him. Perhaps, it would be better to wait for someone else to stir from their nest...
The question posed in front of the nursery surprised the kit, who nearly jumped out of his skin. It was a miracle he managed not to yelp from the shock of the cat appearing mouse-lengths away, when he'd been too wrapped up in his thoughts to notice his approach. Glancing nervously back into the den, he was reassured to see no one had woken up yet. Though, Cavepaw had whispered, so it shouldn't have been a concern. "I couldn't sleep," he whispered back. "Are you busy right now?" There was a note of hope to his tone, causing his voice to pitch higher on the question.
A small, near invisible smile filled with mischief curled across his face. He crouched in front of the kit so that their conversation could have more of a sense of secrecy, and he even checked furtively over his shoulders to drive the image home. "They listen. Shhh." Cavepaw flicked his tail in front of his maw to indicate silence, then began to usher Nettlekit out the nursery. "Follow," he told the kit quietly, loping through the mist towards a not-so-cleverly disguised hole in the camp barrier, an obvious escape route some of the other kits had made at some point. "Go, go! We go fast before they wake." There was a clear emphasis on 'they' as if he and Nettlekit were in some danger, his hushed orders urgent, and he continued to glimpse behind them while nudging Nettlekit ahead.
Post by Flurryofstars on Dec 8, 2020 1:28:16 GMT -5
His face lit up at Cavepaw's response even though he wasn't exactly sure what they were doing or where they were going. Still, the whole secret atmosphere about it all made Nettlekit feel like he was on a super special mission that no one could know about. "Okay!" he squeaked, not as quietly as the apprentice had indicated but softer than say, a leader calling a clan meeting. "What are we doing? You gotta tell me!" he mewed as he scampered alongside the tom. Before getting an answer though, he dove through the very visible hole, momentarily wondering which of the kits had made it. Maybe one of the cursed ones? As quickly as it left, his mind wandered back to the "they" the medicine cat apprentice spoke of, a thrill of excitement sweeping through him.
Cavepaw squeezed his slightly larger body through after Nettlekit, shaking off a smattering of dead brambles as he straightened up. He shook his head at the kit and beckoned for him to follow. "Stay close," he advised, then shot away into the underbrush. The fronds shook where he disappeared into, and for an unsuspecting kit it might have seen like he intended on making it difficult for Nettlekit to keep up. But Cavepaw would only go so far ahead of him before slowing so that the white tip of his tail would always be in Nettlekit's sight.
Post by Flurryofstars on Dec 20, 2020 17:39:27 GMT -5
Being refused an answer only made the small kit more curious. As the apprentice shot off, he tried his best to stay close on much smaller paws. He assumed he was doing a great job of it though, since the tip of the other's tail never left his sight. It never even crossed his mind that Cavepaw was holding back enough to allow such a thing. As they continued on, while still enthusiastic, Nettlekit's eyes pulled away to peer around at their surroundings. He'd never left camp before and this was all very new to him and as a result, his pace slowed without him knowing.
He noticed Nettlekit's lapse in focus-- he had anticipated it, naturally-- and used the moments to slip ahead further, the recent rainy weather facilitating the next part of his plan. Cavepaw found a puddle of mud and dove right in without a second thought, covering the expanse of his body until his scrappy white fur only appeared in patches between the drying mud, the matted fur poking out at wild angles. He then looped around to where he'd left Nettlekit and stepped out of the shadows and the fog. "What have here?" He did his best impression of what he thought was a menacing voice. "Little kit all by self. Will dispose you, then attack camp," he threatened darkly.
Post by Flurryofstars on Dec 31, 2020 3:12:49 GMT -5
Nettlekit jumped in alarm, turning to face the muddy cat with saucer-wide eyes. Seeing the cat and not being able to place its scent shot a bolt of fear through him. But he wasn't alone, was he? "Cavepaw!" he squealed towards the direction they'd been moving in, only for his eyes to widen further at the realization that his clanmate was no longer in sight. Head spinning back to the intruder, his instincts took over. Flight or fight, but both were not in his favor. Releasing another cry, he launched himself at the cat--a tiny black lint ball blowing in the wind. His claws outstretched, they slipped in the layer of mud coating the feline's pelt. Unable to sink them in, he tumbled onto the ground but continued to fight. He opened his mouth and bit down on one of the intruder's paws with as much force as he could muster while trying not to gag from the taste. It was only a matter of time before the odd-speaking cat would kill him. Odd speaking cat...?
('a tiny black lint ball blowing in the wind' had me DYING)
Nettlekit's attack was all very terrifying and al-- did he bite him?! "Ow!" shrieked the muddy cat with a hiss of pain, instinct causing him to smack the fuzzy ant upside the head. "I mean: kit eat me, I eat kit." Definitely-not-Cavepaw lurched forward in an attempt to grasp at Nettlekit, but his swing was just a little short and he dramatically tripped over his paws, landing in a heap that would give Nettlekit a perfect opportunity to choose his next course of action.
Post by Flurryofstars on Jan 1, 2021 19:53:58 GMT -5
The smack threw Nettlekit high into the air or so it felt like it did. In actuality, the kit was only a mouse length off the ground before he met it in a tumble across the clearing. Not as extreme, but still painful. When he finally stopped in a huddle, he looked up just in time to see the mud monster dramatically trip. One of his ears was ringing from the hit and the rest of him dizzy, but he could still hear the words coming from the cat's mouth. If this wasn't Cavepaw then it had to be the apprentice's brother or something. They were just too similar. "Why would you eat me?" he yowled, truly affronted but not bothering to try standing. He wasn't feeling ready for that just yet. "That's gross!"
