a needed distraction [Kass/Fawnkit]

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  • #6158
    Tyler
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    Up until Kass was almost a full year old, the ex-rogue had never known her mother or father. She knew she must’ve had one at some point in her life before she was given up for the cause, otherwise she wouldn’t have ever been born. She was one of the taken, those not born into the fold but sold into it for protection against the rising forces and the growing bravery of the twolegs in the city. It was easier to be a part of a pack instead of a family in the city, love was a fleeting emotion and a love of kits wasn’t found anywhere. That’s not to say she didn’t have family however, she and her “older brother” had been as thick as thieves when they were still in training and growing up in the dumpster, but it was for this reasoning that the deputy had found herself avoiding the nursery since she’d arrived in the clans.

    It was so strange to find kits being born and them living without care, and for their role to be so much more than another mouth to feed until they became of age to begin training. That’s why she’d taken on Hawkbite as an apprentice so readily. He’d grown up with more or less the same ideals she’d grown up with, but he was only merely a different part of the fold. She didn’t have to force excellence out of him like she had to in group trainings with the other apprentices. 

    But now she needed a new project in her life, her spot on the Large Log growing damp from the thawing wood beneath her where she directed the latest hunting patrol on where to find the newly dug rabbit holes and how many of the beds to keep alive. The clan was full of much bustle today as it was everyday with the clan idiots going on with their mundane tasks. But how the clan cats could be moving so erratically but yet staying so still the she-cat would never know. 

    #6160
    Pheebs
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    Fawnkit was four moons old and tired, tired, tired of having to sit still in the Nursery. She enjoyed playing with others but did her best to stick close to her brother- who always told her to go away! Now the brown furred tabby stood glaring up at a tall boulder, impatience written on her face. Birchkit had told her to go away so Fawnkit went to find Stagpelt, but apparently her father was busy with “warrior duties”, which was code for avoiding kits as far as Fawn was concerned.

    “I can have fun by myself. I don’t need them.” Fawnkit trotted up towards the towering boulder, which even though she was four moons still looked like a mountain. For the past few days she’d been meaning to climb it, having climbed every surface in camp at least three times already. Fawnkit had jokingly been called a SkyClanner for the longest time but up until recently cats had stopped talking about SkyClan altogether. Well, unless they were cursing them out.

    Fawnkit eyes the rocky surface of the boulder before her, silently searching out the best path to clamber up. After a moment she sat up and leaped forward, grappling onto the rock. Her grip was awkward but her back legs showed promise of powerful muscles to come as Fawnkit pushes forward and began the clumsy climb up. Halfway to the top her paws, shaking from exertion, slipped and she tumbled down. “Fox dung!” If anyone thought a kit cursing was strange, they didn’t comment on or, or question where she learned how to curse.

    “STUPID PIECE OF ROCK!” Fawn rose back onto her paws, but stopped to admire the deputy as she organized patrols. The kit never got to go talk to Bluefire or Hollystar, her father, her brother, and other warriors always telling her to leave the high ranks alone. How stupid was that! Why shouldn’t she talk to the leaders of their clan? If they really were meant to lead them they should be allowed to talk to them. Fawnkit found it all so stupid, but she didn’t move. Probably because she’d get in trouble with her dad, and a warrior told her the other day that if she didn’t behave she’d be a kit forever.

    #6196
    Tyler
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    “-and then you’re going to circle around and check on the fox dens. Don’t get close, just try to see if you can see any of their kits and how many. Alright?” She instructed, raising a kitty brow to make sure the leader of the patrol had heard every word. When he nodded in reply only then did she relent and wave them off with a cock of her head. In the back of her mind she could feel small beady eyes peering up at her, but she paid them no mind as she watched the patrol exit. 

    The next time she felt the kit’s presence was when she was struggling to climb the medium sized boulder stationed outside the nursery to help solidify the drain in the back of the den when it flooded due to rain. The kit was really having a hard time, each leap giving Kass a flush of annoyance. ‘She could at least try to employ a different tactic.’ She thought with a roll of her eyes. Without a second thought to reevaluate her choices she was off the Log and headed towards the kit with nothing less than a straight face. “Look, Dawnkit, you’re never going to climb the rock like that,”she mewed matter-of-factly, leaping over the kit to settle herself on the rock instead.

    She peered down at the kit, wondering if she scowled hard enough the kit would stop trying. “Think for a minute. What’s a better way to get up here?” 

    #6207
    Pheebs
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    Fawnkit blinked rapidly, eyes widening as the deputy approached and leaped over her to land atop the boulder. ‘I already know you’re taller than me,’ she thought sourly. The slightest frown began to tug on her lips, a frustrated puff of air escaping from her. Turning to eye the boulder again before responding to Bluefire’s question with a shrug of her shoulders. She could try for another angle, perhaps another face of the rock would have more paw holds, or maybe she could climb on nearby objects and leap onto the boulder. Fawnkit dismissed the latter idea, it would take too much time and too much energy.

    “I could grow to Stagpelt’s size in a matter of minutes,” the kit said, deadpan. Stagpelt was the tallest cat she knew, though Fawnkit really hadn’t met all that many cats outside the Nursery and the warriors she’d ran into before. “Maybe a different angle?” Fawnkit spoke with more seriousness now, maneuvering around the stone to examine each side with curious golden eyes.

    #6338
    Tyler
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    Kass nodded thoughtfully, “All good options, yes.” She summarized, using a hind-leg to make use of the extra space on the glorified rock just to make Fawnkit just the littlest bit more jealous. Peering down at the kit, the deputy chuckled to herself about the deja-vu about this situation with her first gathering as a deputy. When she’d scaled the bolder the leaders sat on and berated them before their clan. Truly an inspired act.

    “The answer is literally right in front of you though,” the ex-rogue pointed out, waiting quickly for an answer but growing impatient quickly. “You could get a running start,” she supplied. “Come on. Start from back there,” she flicked her tail in the direction directly behind the kit. You get loads higher and be up here in no time, she lied, knowing the kit couldn’t possibly get any higher with a start like that. It’d be fun to watch though. 

    #6476
    Pheebs
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    The small kit pouted as Kass easily leaped to the top of the rock, practically rubbing it in the smaller feline’s face. ‘I’ll be able to do that one day,’ she thought bitterly, stepping back and away from the boulder. At the deputy’s suggestion, Fawnkit scowled uncertainly, tail twitching side to side. “…Really?” She growled, studying the area Kass had motioned to. ‘A running start, huh?’ 

    “I-I guess it couldn’t hurt to try…” The cream and brown molly scurried back and away from the boulder, wiggling her haunches and then launching herself forward. Fawnkit raced toward the rock and propelled herself forward, only to slam into the boulder. With a yelp she tucked and rolled away, sitting back up and touching a paw to her throbbing nose. “That didn’t work.” Fawnkit grumbled, gold eyes flickering over to the tall, older molly. “You did that on purpose.” Fawn’s words were less a question and more an accusation, accentuated by the glare directed at the multi-colored cat.

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