Birchkit
The tom smiled, Clan! I get to be leader! he purred. He looked around and jumped onto a rock. You can be my deputy! Misty . . . Mistynight! he said.
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Mistykit nodded. "We do. If not, how would it be fun?" she asked Birchkit. They did need an enemy - if not, it would kind of be boring, as they didn't have anyone to attack.
Mistykit nodded. "We do. If not, how would it be fun?" she asked Birchkit. They did need an enemy - if not, it would kind of be boring, as they didn't have anyone to attack.
Birchkit
The tom's ears flattened in thought. I have an idea! he said. He hopped up to his feet and called to the nearby kits, If anyone wants to play Clan with us, as an enemy or Clanmates, come here!
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"What in the seven hells even are you," she whispered under her voice, blinking at the gremlin like cat before her... someone she reluctantly called brother.
Timberwolf shook her head, stalking over and plopping herself down in his nest. Her large jaw clamped around his neck, gently getting a grip on his scruff as the kitten was quickly pinned in her paws. Carefully, she began to groom his charocal and cream fur.
Timberwolf glanced around the nursery, an ache in her chest for a litter she would no doubt never have. An urge to mother something was... odd yet always present, always there-- and always repressed along with the rest of her identity. Timer cleared her throat, as if she had something on the tip of her tongue to say, but she hadnt let it out.
"So! Make any friends? I know the answer to that but I might as well ask,"
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Sharp yellow eyes followed Timberwolf's every pawstep, never glancing away for even a second. Tinykit stayed silent as she sat down, though the second she got ahold of him he immediately began to squirm around in protest, paws flailing and teeth gnashing. "Lemmegolemmego!" he practically yowled, jaws closing in on one of her forelegs to chew on. He knew from experience that gnawing on her normally caused her to let go, and he was determined to be et free! The food was long forgotten as he continued to squirm and flail, small body wildly twisting and turning under her.
And eventually...he was free! A loud yowl of victory sounded from the charcoal tom as he managed to squirm out of her grasp, and he immediately leapt at her to tussle, his previously groomed fur sticking up in random places, wasting all of his sisters effort. "I aint got any friends, but I dont need none!" he exclaimed, clambering onto her back and perching easily on-top of her head. "You dont got any friends, so why should I?" he proudly stated, sticking out his tongue.
Birchkit
The tom's ears flattened in thought. I have an idea! he said. He hopped up to his feet and called to the nearby kits, If anyone wants to play Clan with us, as an enemy or Clanmates, come here!
Ghostkit hesitantly crawled out of Deerwings nest. "Er... can I...?"
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