[Brilliance]

Originally Posted by Random Melody

Squirrelkit was definitely a gorgeous feline. At first glance, she may not seem like much; Simply another loud, hyperactive kit. But if someone looked close enough, it was definitely clear she took after her mother as far as looks went. Her fur was a medium gray color, tinted blue, and short, which was a good thing seeing as it was Leaf-Bare. She had splashes of white down her chest and on the tips of her paws. But the most stunning thing about her were her deep, water-blue eyes. They were piercing, almost like when she looked at you, she could see into your soul. Of course she couldn't... But she'd perfected that look.

Squirrelkit didn't just look pretty, though. She acted like it. Acted regal. Even now, her ears were pricked, head high, shoulders tense, tail raised, she looked as majestic as a wolf. Her deep blue eyes scanned the clearing, a smile tugging at her maw. Innocent, that's what she was. Well, not really. But she definitely looked it, didn't she? The five-moon old kit laughed to herself. She liked that sound. It was soft, silky sweet, like honey. Squirrelkit was definitely a golden girl. The young she-cat continued to gaze around. Surprisingly not looking for a Tom kit to flirt up a storm with, but looking - Innocently - For the warriors. She was going to become an apprentice soon, and it made her wonder... Who would her mentor be? And who would Fiercekit's mentor be?

Speaking of Fiercekit... Where's the little devil?

( @Constellation )

Fiercekit found it easier everyday to get away from his mother's watchful gaze. Though Splashheart hardly ever worried about them. They were ''good'' kits, right? Of course, of course! Fiercekit was extremely good. Well-obedient. Never got into any trouble. At least, when his mother was around. Others might believe that he was the prime source of trouble. The little trouble brewer with his small click of friends. Nothing too big, just annoying the warriors. Shadowclan had arrived, and was staying. Fiercekit thought it was fun to bother them especially overhearing the conversation that his father and mother was discussing. It was heard that Mixedfur didn't like the neighboring clan. That was all Fiercekit heard because his mother's reprimanding to her mate didn't reach the kit's ears.

Now, here he was. Hidden behind one of the seldom rocks that resided in the clearing. It wasn't a big rock, but it was big enough to hide his size. Lately, Fiercekit had been terrorizing the rivaling pack. Out of fun. And, to possibly - hopefully - make his father proud. The tom heard pawsteps about to come pass, when suddenly they had stopped. Aw, c'mon they're ruining my game! His fur was ready to bush. The entire purpose was to attack them out the blue when they walked past. But, no! They stopped! Fiercekit lowly growl, and he jumped up from behind the rock to pin any cat that lingered there. Fiercekit's pelt collided with the other, and he was about to go bonkers with raking at them with sheathed claws, but as his eyes opened, he seen grey fur. Not just any grey fur - familiar grey fur. Not her. He rolled his eyes inwardly and hopped off his sister after a moment. ''What are you doing?'' He rasped. She had ruined everything. Yet, she always had. Only because that's what sisters do. Torment their brothers.