Post by Yoko on Feb 20, 2010 23:26:33 GMT -6
TWISTEDCLAW THE HOMICIDAL MANIAC!
((OOC: Not made to be realistic. I'm just havin' fun. >=)
Episode 1: Play Nice
TwistedKIT, Age 5 moons.
Twistedkit sat quietly in the corner of the nursery. His mother and Aunt had gone out to eat in the clearing with the queens, leaving he and his brothers, and Toadkit to play by themselves. Snakekit, Lizardkit, and Toadkit were busy playing with a mossball. That tired old game failed to interest him. The other kits didn't make any difference. Not really. Except one, Frostkit. The little smart-mouthed white kit had been chatting his head off all day. All the other kits paid so much attention to him, as if he were important, or even special.
What's so great about him?
He watched Frostkit chatting away about some mouse his father had brought him that morning. He sounded so stupid, talking about that mouse as if it were a whole eagel or something. Twistedkit narrowed his eyes, he hated that high-pitched squeak that Frostkit called a voice too, and that little pink nose that queens kept touching and fussing over. And he hated...the squeaking stopped. Frostkit and the other kits that weren't his kin were staring at him. Frostkit puffed out his chest.
"What are you starin' at Twistedface?!" he squeaked.
Twistedkit unsheathed his little kit claws, his glare deepening to a rather murderous look. He hated other kits. They were so...mean....and pathetic and worthless, a waste of space, they deserve to die. All of them. They don't know anything about honor or loyalty to the Clan, or battle...Not like me and my kin do.
"I'm staring at the most pathetic creature I've ever seen," Twistedkit whispered.
The other kits stood and watched in shocked silence. Frostkit was bristling.
"Keep staring at me," Twistedkit mewed. "And I'll claw those pretty blue eyes of yours out."
Frostkit's eyes widened, the other kits gasped, and one backed away. Frostkit gulped and stood up tall.
"I'm not afraid of you!" he squeaked, his voice cracking even more. Curse him, hurting my ears like that.
"You don't believe me?" Twistedkit mewed. "I'll start with those eyes of yours, then dig straight through to your brain. I'll figure out what's wrong with that head of yours."
He took a few step forwards. All the others moved back, except the not trembling Frostkit. Twistedkit raised a thorn-like claw slashed downward, right over Frostkit's eye. The little kit shrieked, and the other kits scrambled. Lizardkit, Snakekit, and Toadkit all looked at Twistedkit. Frostkit started to sob, and the other kits cowered in corner, staring fearfully at the monster kit. That's right. Fear me.
The queens flocked into the nursery, but Twistedkit was already safely amongst his siblings and his claws were clean. Frostkit's blood was soaking into the moss, it was every where. And since he had buried his face in the moss, it was impossible to tell, but easy for Twistedkit to guess, that Frostkit had lost his eye. But that wasn't enough. He wanted to end that wretched squeaking sound permanenetly. As for the other kits, Twistedkit looked over at them, but instead of glaring, he gave them a wide, toothy, insane smile, his eyes were wide with joy. He had learned a new game to play!
And thus began the terror of the Twisted.
((I have made a grave error! Apparently, Johnny most of his murdering publicly, and somehow gets away with it. Thus my next story shall follow suit.))
Episode 2: The Last Time Twistedclaw attended the Gathering
((Lots of cats milling around. Twistedclaw is 15 moons and beside his brothers. His face scrunches his face in disgust at the other cats.))
Rainstorm: Bla-bla- My son Blah-bla-my apprentice-bla-blah honor.
Puddlepelt (around some WC cats): bla-blah so handsome! Bla blah sharing meals blah blah Kits?! Haha!
Sandtail (gaining comfort): Wah Wha- Hates me! Wa-wa-wahhh doesn't want our kits wha!
(Other senseless chatter ensues. Snaketail spots his acquaintance in WindClan and pads off)
Snaketail: Behave yourselves!
Lizardeye: *stares boredly*
Twistedclaw (thinking): Look at them all! Senselessly chattering away. The flies! Insignificant! They blabber away about mates and apprentices. Where is the real drive behind their lives? Surely they realize they aren't living!
Dustfeather of ThunderClan (whispers behind Twistedclaw's back): Hey, Mudstripe, whose this weird lookin' tabby?
(Twistedclaw grinds his teeth)
Mudstripe (sounding like a bad boy): I don't know! But look! He sure is small to be an apprentice.
Twistedclaw (whipping around): I happen to be a warrior, you bug! I'm the best fighter in my Clan.
Mudstripe of ThunderClan: You? Wow! ShadowClan's let themselves go! They let any old mangepelt get to be warrior these days, huh? Such low standards Specklestar has. Tsk Tsk.
Twistedclaw (boiling): INSIGNIFICANT DUNG-EATING FLY! YOU SHOULD BE COWERING! WHO THE DF DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?! YOU THINK YOU CAN JUDGE ME JUST BECAUSE I HAPPEN TO BE A LITTLE SMALLER THAN YOU?!
Puddlepelt: What's going on?
Mudstripe (laughing): This nut-case thinks he's the best fighter ShadowClan has got!
(Chuckles break out and doubtful whispers. Snaketail moves to Twistedclaw's side. Twistedclaw pulls away and leaps up the Great Rock, where the leader's have yet to gather. His brothers follow.)
Specklestar: Not again! (DX)
Snaketail: May we please have your attention for a moment. We have gathered here under the impression that this was a time for cats to learn and be civil with each other regardless of size, Clan, or mental condition. Unfortunately, we have just been proven wrong and well....(looks embarassed)...we really HATE to do this but um....Because we can't exactly distinguish which of you cats laughed right now, and which didn't. We will simply have to exterminate as many as we can...mainly ThunderClan. That is all.
Audience: *Blank stares*
(Twistedclaw leaps into the crowd with unsheathed claws, deranged laughter, and the usual sick grin)
Thunderclan: OH StarClan NOOOOOO!!! MY LIMBS! MY LIMBS! I DON'T WANNA DIE! STOOOOOEEEEEEPPPPP! HELP US! HELP US! NOOOOOOOOO!
((Liardeye and Snaketail are splattered with flying splatters of blood.))
Snaketail: When will they learn?
Lizardeye: Never, apparently *shakes head*
END
