Sunrise in RiverClan

[Amber]

Hollykit shuddered as she saw the looks she was receiving from her friend. It was just a few moments ago that she had been somewhat upset that she hadn't spent much time with him, but she couldn't stay mad at Skunk-kit, not at her best friend. She knew he didn't mean it, and even if he did it wouldn't chase her away, she wasn't scared of him or Tanglefang. Maybe he would tell her what happened later, when all these other cats weren't around. And when he had apologized she purred, she knew it! She blinked, dismissing what had happened. Although she didn't believe him, she knew that when she wasn't feeling well, she didn't want others crowding around her and asking twenty million questions. She would just be his friend right now, the others could worry completely about him. Yes, she still felt worry but she wouldn't let that show right now.

The reddish kit was about to speak when a warrior approached. Kits she would have talked in front of, but forget that now. Looking at Rabbitkit she shook her head. If Skunk-kit didn't want to see the medicine cat, then he didn't have to. He shouldn't be forced to do anything. Her tail twitched in annoyance. She just wished that she could talk to Skunk-kit.

[Sydney]

Rolling her eyes, Mottledfur sat back up, pawing at her long fur with distaste as her daughter spoke. "I was just having some fun, Littlestream," She began after a moment. "And then you're old coot of father" She spat this word out as if was poison and, gave the old tom hard glare to prove her point. "Came over and ruined it!"

Letting out a whine, the old queen shook her head, narrowing her eyes. "I need some self control? You need to learn when to stay out of other's business, you old geezer!" Flattening her ears, the old queen huffed.

She shot a glance to Littlestream, before laying on her belly. "Well, if you can keep him out of my business..."

[° i c y - -]

"Did he now?" The warrior teased a bit, feeling her claws slide out and retract quickly. Her light ginger pelt shown the color of the beech nut, which was the reason she was named that. She gave a snuffly chuckle then continued:
"Well, Skunk-kit can do as he pleases, but he better remember this: a great warrior takes a break after a while. Rest up in the medicine den, and I shall see to Tanglefang." She mewed lightly, then a bit darker when she noted Tanglefang. That she-cat is up to no good, and I would be surprised if she had more kits, she quietly imagined the consequence for the cruel queen.
{ Oi, terrible. -_-'' }

[spike]

Here I am, once again

Was she serious? Bluewhisker felt the twitch of his lips as they resisted the urge to bare his yellowing teeth. What was the point of this? He was arguing with an overgrown kit! She would never grow up and she would never see. No, she couldn't see this pain in his eyes, could she? Did he have that dead of an expression forced? Did she honestly believe that he was just going to forget it all? "You selfish, no-good, mouse-brained-."



"Daddy!" she cried in shock. "Why would you call her that? I thought you were above all of that." Littlestream hated seeing these two. At least when they fought. Her father couldn't control himself and her mother was just trying to be free. Neither was approveable but... still! Couldn't they be even a little bit civil in the camp? Save the fighting for the elder's den. Or.. something. "Say sorry, Dad,," she ordered half-heartedly. The way that Bluewhisker's flaming yellow eyes turned on her made her suddenly unsure about what she had dared to say. The bristling of his neck fur and the rapid breathing he had induced was making him seem mad with disease.



Can't deny it, can't pretend

"No!" he hissed at Littlestream. "I won't say sorry. This pathetic excuse of a queen is nothing but a mouse-brained, fox-hearted... thing! No words can even describe her properly! She neglected you, she neglected Frostkit, and she neglected me. The least she can do is spare another tom from having to awkwardly figure a way out instead of telling her to her face what the truth is." He whipped his head towards Mottledfur and puffed himself up as much as he could like an angered crow or robin. He certainly did seem different now. More honest, true anger. It was the anger he kept bottled up at Mottledfur and now it was spilling out all at once. "You are an old, sad excuse of a she-cat that has no purpose flirting with other toms. You had plenty! Leave the younger ones alone! They are not interested in you. You're not as young as you used to be and you can't pullt his stuff off any more, you stupid old queen."

He faced his daughter again, no anger melting yet as he was up in his rage. "As for you, don't protect her! You should know better than anyone about what happened to Frostkit. How dare you say I should say sorry to this elder. Leave us be, Littlestream! We are fine. Go live your life. Quit wasting it on her." With that, he turned tail and stomped off for the den he occupied with Mottledfur. The way his tail curled down was the ultimate sign of his unhappiness, his sadness. He seemed to slump now even as he walked and just deflated completely. He had lost his life on Mottledfur. He spent too long dwelling on jealousy and envy. No way was Bluewhisker going to let his daughter waste her time too.



Just thought you were the one[/i]

Littlestream sucked in a deep breath and held it as her father walked off, tail low and eyes downcast. She had seen him blow up like this before but he'd always been careful to not take it out on her. But now he had. "I'm so sorry, Mama," she choked out. "I-I don't know why Daddy did that today." She sniffled and shook her head with distraught. Bluewhisker was going to kill himself with all of this stress he put on himself for no reason. "Look, I'll try to convince him to lighten up, okay? But you should be careful to watch out for him. He hasn't been the same since I became an apprentice and you know that. Just don't be so flirty with others around him. Please, be a little polite." She walked forward and gave a friendly bump of muzzle to muzzle with Mottledfur. She disliked the fact that her tears were edging so close.

Would she ever be able to choose between these two?

~~Badgerclaw~~

Broken up, deep inside

"You've caused no harm today," the burly black-and-white tom grumbled. "But bounding away will not throw a she-cat like her off your tail, in all honesty. You need to stand up, sorry to say." He stopped and dropped his copper hued eyes onto the white she-cat that had walked over to them so calmly. His thick shoulders relaxed and his whole being seemed to merely slump into a calmer position. Thank StarClan that he didn't notice or else he'd tense right up and make himself a fair sight to see, or at least a joke to laugh at. "Good morning," he answered gruffly but still with a softness underneath. His ears did not blush but he realized his actions at the same time. He lifted himself up and straightened his shoulders.

But you won't get to see these tears I cry

He nudged her shoulder good naturedly while jerking his head towards Darkfoot. "Poor tom got jumped by Mottledfur and came to me for help. I was planning on coming to get you once I was finished but you beat me to it. I just couldn't wake you up. You needed your rest." He faced the younger tom and gave a flick of his ear in recognition. "Look, this evening, if you are free, I'll take you hunting and maybe I can help you with this problem, okay? I think it's the least I can do. Old coot probably won't give up anyways. Come find me this evening. Okay?"

Behind these hazel eyes

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[Yoko]

[glow=black,2,300]Skunk-kit was never one to be shy around any cat. Older, she-cat, or otherwise and he promptly sat on his romp despite its stinging and he glared around at everyone, despising their attention. They didn't give a flying mouse-dung about me until I was injured! Well...with the exception of Hollykit, who was too stubborn about her own secret to speak up for him now.

"You leave my mother alone!" he hissed. "She hasn't done anything to me. And for the last time. I'm fine!"

He stuck up his tail, whipped around and promptly trotted away, unsure of where to go but with all the pain in his little body he wasn't going to get far.[/glow]

ooc: Nobody panic He's not dying and there is no internal bleeding or broken bones. He's just sore, as any kit attempting to do apprentice training would be.

[Kitty]

Darkfoot's odd extra-toed forepaws shuffled the ground in embarrassment as Badgerclaw explained to the newcomer - quiet Snowfoot - what was wrong with him. She gave a little nod of understanding and murmured something that might have been 'Poor tom'. He gave a little sigh. "I know i need to stand up to her, Darkfoot," he admitted. "But... you know. She's an elder and I don't wanna offend her. She's one of the biggest gossipers in RiverClan so she'd probably spread aroudn the Clan that I'm rude to my elders." He rolled his green eyes.

He was slightly surprised that Badgerclaw relaxed so much when Snowfoot joined them. Snowfoot rarely ever talked to anyone. Had he gotten her to come out of her shell? And had she gotten him to...well, yeah, come out of his shell also? That was a bit surprising, but the dark tabby tom shrugged it off. He was surprised at Badgerclaw's next proposition, and blinked in shock. "Um. No, I don't have anything to do this evening. That sounds great, Badgerclaw. Thanks." He blinked in gratitude and fell silent because Snowfoot had started to speak.

Snowfoot waited in silence as Badgerclaw and Darkfoot chatted a bit. As they talked, she glanced around the clearing, blue eyes observing a few things. The camp was a bit empty this morning, with surprisingly no sign of Willowstar or Patchclaw. They may have had some important business to attend to this morning. Littlestream, Mottledfur, and Bluewhisker were talking across the clearing and some kits were playing together, but other than that the clearing was basically empty.

When Darkfoot stopped talking, Snowfoot meowed in a quiet voice, "Badgerclaw, would you mind if I tag along this evening? I don't have anything else to do." Her voice was carefully neutral, showing nearly no emotion as she spoke. Just hearing her talk at all was rather rare, but that was how she commonly talked. In a quiet, emotionless voice.

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