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Originally Posted by blxze.
Yowch, that one hurt. With
a little wince, Flashpaw set down the feathers.
This kiddo was all sass, that was for sure. It took
everything in Flashpaw's willpower to not give her
the feathers. Instead, she said, "Y-Y-You h-h-ha-have
to b-b-b-e-be-be n-ni-nice-er abo-abou-about it." her
voice was trembling. Jade green eyes stared directly at the
kit, even though her ears were trembling, and she pressed
back her nerves to the best of the little ginger-striped molly's
ability. She wasn't good at it, but who cares?
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Quietkit
Shadowclan kit
Quietkit raised an eyebrow at Flashpaw's words. Be nice? She was being nice; what else did she expect—a compliment? Well, she certainly wouldn't get one. She wasn't the type to sing praises, and definitely not to stuttering apprentices who were nervous even around a kit.
Tilting her head slightly in confusion, the young she-kit continued to stare coldly at Flashpaw, not moving a muscle. She just wanted the feathers, and if this apprentice wouldn't give them to her, then...well, she'd just have to do something about that, wouldn't she?
(Heh, yeah, she's a sassy little kitten!)