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Hippokit’s round belly streaked over the ground with a surprising quickness, as a great mitten of a paw slammed his quarry into the frozen earth below. He lifted his paw to admire his catch: a cool smile filled his lips as green stringy tendrils of moss dripped from his toes. It was only a mossball, but he liked to imagine it was the guts of a mouse running down his leg.
The thought of mouse guts made his stomach quake again… he’d eaten just an hour before, but he was beginning to fancy himself another meal (as an award for his moss-catching efforts, obviously). He peaked over at the freshkill pile; a lone old thrush signaled that the morning hunt had yet to return. The queens and elders had yet to eat… but surely no one would mind if he claimed that little old thing for himself, right? He was a growing kitten after all. He needed his nutrients. And when he was bigger, he’d be the one catching the clan’s food. Yes, he thought, slinking towards the prey. That makes sense. Just one more bite...
No... his mother’s voice echoed in his mind, bringing him to a halt. That’d be greedy, it said. He should wait for the warriors to return. His tail drooped… but his stomach protested with a loud grrrrrr. Patience definitely wasn’t an option. Fine, he resolved, as his tail sprung up again. He’d just have to catch his own food. Only, first he needed his own hunting party, like the warriors had. A little party of kittens. Little minions... a devilish thought crossed his mind. Excited about the idea now, he bounced about as he searched for compatriots to join him on this quest.
The closer Hippokit came to the nursery, the more clear became the sound of bickering. "I'm telling you, Ashenkit, possums aren't real! That's just something Crownedkit made up in one of his stories," came the voice of Firekit, asserting that he was right because there's no way in StarClan that any mammal played dead and waddled around so stupidly and had a naked tail like a rat's but WASN'T a rat because that would just be dumb! "You gotta stop believing everything you hear, ya know?"
His companion, the ever so demure Ashenkit, only sighed as his insistence became more bull-headed and less willing to budge on his stance. "Whatever you say, Firekit. The pair exited the den around the time their friend frolicked up to it, and the smoky she-kit flashed an inviting smile that starkly contrasted the arched brow of the bengal. "Hi, Hippokit," greeted Ashenkit in her soft voice before Firekit could say something bordering on accusatory. "What are you doing?"
"What's that sound?" piped Firekit to no one in particular at the rumbling sound he could hear. Was that thunder? It sounded oddly close for such a sunny day.
“Ashenkit. Firekit.” Hippokit greeted courteously as the scars on either side of his maw wormed into a smile. Starclan must’ve answered my prayers. From his observations, what Firekit lacked in caution, he certainly made up for in zealousness... when challenged, he’d no doubt be enthusiastic to prove his valor by accompanying him on this quest. But two was not a party. Ashenkit was sheepish, that much was plain, and would ardently oppose the idea on its face, but if he could get Firekit to go along, he had hopes they could both jostle her into joining them. Hopefully, the thought of leaving her friends to the wilds scared her more than the wilderness itself. My hunting party... excitement rolled through his plump body as he looked on them.
“Oh, that sound?” Hippokit practically blushed like a damsel at Firekit’s remark. “It appears someone’s forgotten to stock the fresh-kill pile.” He glanced at the lone thrush, which could scantily be called a pile. He turned back to his compatriots with round eyes. “I haven’t eaten all day... and my tummy is getting upset.” He pouted.
"Hungry, hungry hip-- OW!" The end of his sneer tapered off into a yelp as a shoulder was plunged directly between Firekit's ribs, shooting a glare at the offender. Subtlety and social graces were things he wasn't explicitly known for, often speaking with an innocent bluntness that others considered 'rude,' for reasons he couldn't understand. He did stay silent for now, nursing his wounded pride
Convinced she'd extinguished the wisps of Firekit's manners (or lack thereof), Ashenkit could fixate a more sympathetic sheen to her viridian irises, her head tilting at the pudgy kit. "My momma said that everything's a little hectic now without Rosethorn. Maybe the warriors are too busy to hunt?" The thought provoked a swirl of concern in her own belly, unwilling to imagine what a clan that didn't feed its members would be like. Likely to everyone's surprise, it was her that broached the idea on Hippokit's mind in the form of a thoughtful, quiet, "Maybe we should help them?"
Hippokit was relatively new to the arid lands of Summerclan, so it was not surprising that Ashenkit’s observation left him vacant. Still, the thought thorned him; he liked to be abreast of the latest events and gossip. He’d have to inquire about this Rosethorn and her misfortunes later.
But upon hearing Ashenkit’s whispered offer, his downturned face bloomed into a round brown moon of astonishment that was not all feigned -- genuine surprise that she was the one to make the suggestion laced into his pretend alarm at her scandalous idea. “Oh my Ashenkit, you’re naughty,” he teased. And more daring than I had anticipated… he reflected delightedly.
“But seeing things as they are,” he bemoaned, “your audacious solution might not be a bad one. Count me in.”
He turned to the barbed-tongued little mischief, who appeared muzzled at the moment. “What’d you say, my fiery friend? Up for a little adventure?”
Post by peachesnpanda on Apr 1, 2021 15:42:47 GMT -5
As Hippokit, Ashenkit, and Firekit were busy discussing ways to get freshkill, the old thrush on the top of the pile began to move slightly. For under the dead bird was Flamekit. Her belly was grumbling too, but she was much pickier than Hippokit and preferred freshly killed mice over anything else. "There's nothing under here!" She sighed sadly peeking out from under the bird towards her brother Emberkit.
The bigger kit was watching Flamekit, gold eyes dancing in amusement at the spectacle his sister was making of herself. He was certain she would have spooked the other kits. "Of course there isn't. Don't you think all the fresh mice would be on top of the pile rather than inside of it?" He then slyly looked over at Hippokit. "Perhaps that's where they've all gone to?" He snickered softly.
The Flamekit frowned at her brother in disappointment. She didn't care if he made fun of her, but it did bother her that he was poking fun at others. Emberkit was not known to make or keep very many friends because of his loose tongue and mood swings.
"Be nice." She said green eyes flashing a warning before pulling herself out from the pile bounding over to the other kits. That was when she heard hippokit mention an adventure. "What kind of adventure?" She asked him curiously.
Firekit's jaw was parted to offer an enthusiastically loud comment ascertaining his very obvious inclusion in the adventure and how it was no adventure without him before ya can't spell adventure without fire!...or something, but before he could do so, his eyes, looking past Hippokit, widened at the clearly-haunted thrush carcass began to move. "I-i-it's a GHOST," he yelped, attempting to flee but only shoving himself into the taller Ashenkit and plopping back on his rump. "THE SPIRIT OF THE THRUSH HAS RETURNED TO AVENGE ITS HOST BODY! WE WILL ALL DIE!"
Ashenkit's ears flicked down. The shrill voice of her companjon was grating and especially amplified given their proximity, and all she could do was wait out the panic until he had to take a breath, during which her quiet voice snuck in. "It'snotaghostFirekit." Seeing she succeeded in giving him pause, she gestured at the approaching Emberkit and Flamekit, who was no longer puppeteering the thrush. To the siblings when they joined, she added, "We were going to restock the fresh-kill pile. It can't be too hard if there's five of us, right? I mean...if you guys want to come."
Post by peachesnpanda on Apr 4, 2021 16:49:27 GMT -5
Flamekit's ears twitched slightly, the only reaction to Firekit's fright. She felt slightly bad to have frightened him while Emberkit had a wide smirk on his face. He was desperately trying hard not to fall on his side in laughter.
"Sure! I could use a nice juicy mouse. That's the best kind of prey there is." Flamekit agreed her green-gold eyes lighting up in excitement. She normally would prefer to stick around the nursery but her stomach was doing the thinking for her at the moment.
"It wouldn't be so bad if you weren't so picky." Emberkit sniped flicking his tail restlessly. He could care less about whether or not they went hunting, but he'd rather not hear the end of Flamekit's complaints about the lack of fresh kill. "But if you are going to go on this adventure I guess I'll come along too."
Apprehension tickled in Hippokit belly as their party grew. All the bustle will scare the prey away. Still, the larger their number, the better they’d be able to defend themselves if misfortune led them into the path of a predator. And they could hardly sneak away and leave the other two kittens to snitch on them. I suppose they’ll have to come too.
“You have good taste,” Hippokit reassured Flamekit cooly, after her larger brother jeered as they approached. Anyone with refinement knew that the mouse was the best snack there was. Though truth be told, he certainly wasn’t a picky eater himself: his round belly wobbled as he bowed his head in polite greeting. It seemed he’d have two barb-tongued mischiefs to deal with, though this Emberkit was markedly larger than his fellow Firekit, whose shrill clamoring had hurt his ears just as much as Ashenkit’s. You can’t have fire without some embers, I suppose. Fortunately, they both came with genial partners. Two torrid tots and their handlers, he thought as an amused smile silently played on his lips. Where does a hippo find himself amongst all this fire and ash?
When he was through with all his internal quipping, he realized they’d better make themselves scarce before their little gathering caught the attention of a fretful queen or chatty elder. “Anyone know the best way to break out of camp?” he cut to the chase, glancing pointedly at Firekit and Emberkit, particularly the former, whose scheming reputation preceded him.
"We-e-e-ll," he enunciated the word whilst shooting daggers over at the newcomers, his fur still ruffled but Firekit doing his best to regain his fleeting composure. "Me 'n my siblings have been working on this tunnel system behind the warriors' den for about a moon now and I think we're close to getting through it! I can show you guys and we can finish it off," he enthused in a rush, already hustling across the camp leaving the rest of the wayward party no choice but to share quizzical glances and follow in his wake.
As they arrived in a cluster, the bengal grinned widely at his friends and then gestured to the lichen-covered hole in the ground, which was large enough for a group but certainly made by kittens with how jagged the walls were within the darkness. Anyone being remotely careless could pierce themselves on the points, but that was furthest from Firekit's mind. "Crownedkit and I did most the work on it because Cinderkit gets tired real fast and Oceankit kept talking about weird stuff. So, you ready?" He glanced between them from an apprehensive Ashenkit to the rest, gauging their interest by the differing expressions facing him.
Post by peachesnpanda on Apr 8, 2021 14:26:26 GMT -5
Purposefully ignoring Emberkit's comment she smiled warmly at Hippokit. She was relieved that someone else could appreciate a good fresh mouse. Her brother always thought she was too picky for her own good.
Flamekit then turned her attention to Firekit's idea. It seemed like the best choice that they had. She knew Emberkit had once or twice attempted to sneak away from the camp, but he had been caught by warriors. It seemed as though the warriors were constantly on the lookout for renegade kits.
"That looks so cool!" Flamekit exclaimed eyeing the hole curiously. Hunger forgotten for a brief moment she poked her nose into the hole to get a better look when she fell in head first, avoiding the jagged edges as she did so.
Unlike Flamekit, Emberkit frowned at the hole worrying about his own safety and the possibility of getting stuck. But before he could make a remark about whether or not it was safe for them to travel through he watched as his sister tumbled into the hole and fell on his side in laughter. "Flamekit's decided to be a gopher now!" He chortled loudly forgetting that he was supposed to be on his best behavior.
"I am fine." Flamekit grumbled as she poked her head out of the hole glaring at her brother. "I'm ready to go. Are you guys ready?"
Hippokit knew Firekit and his band were schemers, but he was still skeptical that Orchiddrop’s litter had somehow been excavating a hole behind the Warrior’s den without the Warriors (and himself, of course) knowing about it. It took him seeing the hole in all its hollow glory to dissipate his doubts.
He sized up the diameter of the hole, and then the width of his own haunches, and back again, the haphazard condition of the hole not escaping him. But the prospect of being out in the wilds again was too lucrative of an idea to consider turning back now. “See y’all on the other side,” he simpered to the others as he bumped in after Flamekit.
"WOOHOO!" howled Firekit, disappearing in after the pair before Ashenkit could chide him about drawing attention their way, ramming into Hippokit's backside and causing him to spill into Flamekit. "Whoops, my bad," he snickered sheepishly, as the smoky she-kit came up behind them to inspect the damage wrought by her overly excitable friend.
"It's super dark in here," she observed as the others climbed back to their paws, and Ashenkit glanced behind her to see if Emberkit had joined them yet before the group would clamber through the darkness to find the untamed wilderness on the other side. "How far does it go before we have to dig the rest, Firekit?"
Maneuvering past Hippokit and Flamekit, the bengal craned his silvery head to peer ahead of them. "Uhhh, not too far!" His forced certainty did nothing to assure anyone else around him for sure, but he wasn't about to be called out, already marching ahead down the path that never looked the same despite how often he and his siblings frequented it. He didn't have the best memory, after all, nor an attention span worth anything.
Post by peachesnpanda on Apr 18, 2021 17:09:04 GMT -5
"Watch where you are going!" Flamekit whined as she was shoved into a rather pointy edge. The kit didn't think that she was hurt or bleeding but her side hurt and she wasn't keen on being pushed around. The slender ginger kit shoved herself out from between Hippokit and the wall with an annoyed huff then began to slowly wind herself around the sharp edges. "I am going to keep going straight."
Emberkit scowled into the dark hole. It looked cramped and small despite the fact that Hippokit managed to squeeze himself in. Despite his wariness of the hole once Firekit decided to let the camp know they were sneaking out he quickly followed Ashenkit. "Are you sure you know where we are going?" He asked indignitly. He was all for an adventure, but one could never trust a hole dug blindly by kits.
Hippokit was pretty hard to knock over -- in fact he did most of the trampling in play fights -- but the sheer speed Firekit flew in managed to send him staggering headlong. He rolled into Flamekit like a bowling ball, but managed to stop his momentum a moment before the two of them collided into the jagged stone wall of the hole. He shook dust from his pelt as he got to his paws, irritated, but after quick inspection, no worse for wear.
He put a lid on chastising Firekit as the energetic tom ran off, then put a lid on apologizing to Flamekit as the fiery kitten shoved away in a huff. So he just licked a paw and ran it over a dusty cheek delicately, determined not to be provoked. He fell in beside Emberkit and Ashenkit as they passed.
Ashenkit had the right of it -- the hole was super dark. He could hardly see his own body moving beneath him, and Flamekit had almost disappeared from sight as she walked ahead. The musty, earthy scents surrounding them made him feel more like a mole than a hippo. He was eager to dig out. “As long as we’re moving away from camp, we’re going in the right direction,” he mewed in response to Emberkit, trying to be some source of assurance in an operation that seemed to be already going sideways.
"I said sorry," grumbled Firekit as Flamekit continued ahead, but he fell into step behind her, which put him in the center of the group. Thankfully, he was ahead enough to miss the pointed comment Emberkit aimed at him, but it didn't go unnoticed by Ashenkit.
Though she hadn't spent too much time with her denmate, she felt bad for how he often tended to end up the butt of everyone's jokes. She parted her maw to respond in his defense but Hippokit beat her to it, to which she smiled at him through the darkness. "I think it's going the right way. Firekit gets into a lot of trouble, but he puts everything into his...schemes, so I trust him." At least he was passionate about something. Ashenkit didn't know what she was passionate about, and if she did know, she would likely be too afraid to chase after it the way the other kits would.
She was promptly broken from her reverie by a shout from ahead, Firekit chirping gleefully as his bitter mood was melted by a renewed excitement. "We made it! C'mon, if we all dig together, we'll be out in no time!" He squeezed himself next to Flamekit and began throwing lumps of dirt behind him at whoever was unsuspecting enough to find themself in the crossfire.
Post by peachesnpanda on May 2, 2021 17:46:52 GMT -5
"The tunnel is perfectly fine to me minus a few rough edges." Flamekit reassured Ashenkit and Firekit. She hadn't heard Emberkit's comment but knew that her brother was afriad of small spaces and had the tendency to be more short-tempered when he was uncomfortable. Flamekit, on the other hand was impressed by the ingenuity of the other kit and wished she could be as creative as him.
Flamekit began digging next to Firekit. "Watch out!" She warned. Unlike her digging partner Flamekit was more careful about where she was throwing the dirt. Emberkit lost both of them friends quicker than she can say "mossball" and she didn't want to add to any kit's angst towards them.
Emberkit unfortunately got an eye full of dirt as he had began to edge around Hippokit to help with the digging. "Watch where you are digging!" He snapped as he began rub the dirt from his eye. Then he let out a sneeze as some dirt entered his nostril.
Relief washed over Hippokit at the sound of merry calls, and he couldn’t help but break into a light trot despite the low visibility. Only when he’d increased his pace did he become aware of the slightest pinch on his left thigh. He stopped abruptly, blocking Emberkit behind him as Ashenkit slipped ahead. He bent his head down to give his leg a sniff. Fortunately, he didn’t get more dirt in his freshly-dusted pelt as one of Firekit’s projectiles flew past where his lowered head had been a moment before and hit poor Emberkit square in the face.
He recognized the iron-tang of blood as he ran a rough tongue over the pinch. I must’ve scratched myself on the wall earlier, and not noticed. The fact that he couldn’t see the wound made him uneasy, but frankly, it didn’t hurt very much. He decided to ignore the scratch for now, and inspect the wound in the daylight. His eagerness to break out energized him as he dove in next to Flamekit, his two big mittens of paws ripping out giant clumps of dirt at a time.
"Watch where you're... existing," Firekit fired back at Emberkit, though he snickered a little when he glanced back at the other tom and saw the dirt plastered against his face. Wait....saw? He looked back at where his paws were set on either side of a spindly beam of light, illuminating the tunnel just enough so the kits could see one another a little bit better. "Look! We're almost out!" Forgetting that poor Emberkit was still behind him, he began to dig much more furiously, more and more invigorated as the wall crumbled before them. He was the first to shoot out and jumped around at the very new and exciting grass, which was definitely not the same kind of grass as in camp.
Ashenkit was the last to tumble out into the pretty sunshine, squinting her olive gaze against the sudden luminosity, but she gasped when she looked down at her white paws, which were tinged red. "I'm bleeding!" But, upon closer inspection, she lacked the throb that came with an open wound, so she turned her eyes to her companions, settling on Hippokit and the cut on his thigh. "No, Hippokit's bleeding! What do we do?"
The clearing they tumbled into was washed with sunlight, and carried a breeze that was a relief from the musty scents of the hole. Hippokit had almost forgotten his wound from the exuberance, but Ashenkit’s cry sent a shock through his spine that brought his attention back. The she-kit looked a fright with her scarlet-stained paws, but his fear doubled when he had a proper look at his own leg. A thin red line seeped blood that was already drying into his sandy coat. It wasn’t a deep or very serious wound, but the fleshy thigh had bled generously during the digging.
Hippokit had been fantasizing about mouse guts earlier in the morning, but the sight of his own blood made his stomach turn in a way he couldn’t explain. Suddenly, he felt his heart thumping up into his throat, and into his head, a loud drum that forced his eyes to squeeze close. Memories he would rather soon forget flashed at the edges of his awareness, dark and terrible, and he blinked his eyes open again, only to find his vision swimming with dizziness. What’s happening? His voice was small and weak in his head. A kitten’s voice.
He fell back onto his haunches before he totally lost his composure. It felt like his heart was swallowing him up whole, suffocating him. Only then did he realize he’d forgotten to breathe. Slow, deep breaths of the wild scents the newleaf wind carried finally began to calm him. After a few heartbeats, he felt fit enough to respond to Ashenkit, so he looked up at her and breathlessly replied, “I think I’ve heard someone say... cobwebs help with... blood. We should scan some bushes or logs or something.”
