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[Tilly]

(First post with Devilkit! All are more than happy to join! -prods Heathii and Cinder meaningfully-)


The black kit slunk out of the den, his cobalt blue eyes watching his dozing mother warily to make sure she didn't rouse and force him to go back into the smothering darkness. One paw accidentally stepped on a leaf, and he froze at the crinkling sound before relaxing slightly. Taking a couple more steps away, Devilkit sprung into a dash, taking care to be as quiet as possible. Which really wasn't that quiet.

Panting, he straightened and looked around. His triangular ears quirked back and forth. The sunlight coming in through the cracks in the leaves danced in his ebony black fur, and caused the light silver in his eyes around his pupils to dance with the surrounding cobalt blue. The tom took a moment to groom himself, before straightening and looking around. He didn't seem any other cats (including Twilightsong, his dad) around in the secluded nursery. Good. That meant no one could rat him out.

Where were his two sisters? Morningkit with her gray pelt and Duskkit with her reddish-brown pelt couldn't be that hard to lose, right? He was way more likely to not get spotted than those two. Especially with their loudness, especially Morningkit who had a crazy imagination. Though he wasn't one to talk: he was obnoxiously loud on a number of cases.

Whisking his tail, he looked around for his sisters. He was in the mood to play Hunter and Prey. With their tail(s) being the prey, and him being the all powerful, very successful hunter. "Oh, sisters...where are you?" He crooned softly, attempting to keep his voice low and easily here. he waited impatiently for a few moments, before sighing. No response. Slackers.

Now he had to find someone else to bother. This would be especially tricky considering he was grown famous through ShoreClan for his antics, and he would bet his eyes (which were his best quality, mind you) that most, if not all, would go immediately ratting to his parents or drag him back into that stuffy old den where nothing fun ever happened.

Talk about depressing.

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OOC: Bah. All of my other characters are too stiff to RP with a kit, other than to reprimand him.
Pinestorm padded up to the adventurous little kit, a purr beginning to rumble in his throat. Devilkit reminded him of himself from his younger days - not that he was actually that old, he reminded himself. With his apprentice out doing who knows what, his sister hunting with their mother, and no other warriors to be seen in the camp, he wouldn't mind playing with a kit. After all, he didn't know what dignity meant, other than something his mother droned on and on about, nor did he want to. A bit wistfully, he snagged a dirt clod with one of his long claws. "Think fast," he mewed, and flung it at Devilkit.

With hindsight, he realized that that had been an insanely stupid thing to do - the kind of thing that would get himself berated by Hazeltear and Seamist to no end. Still, he was still lost in his nostalgia, and refused to believe that, as a warrior, he was simply too old to play. Or fling mud, whichever he felt like doing. A sly grin crept across his face. "Whoops. My bad," he mewed mischievously, and sat don hard on his haunches. Hopefully, Devilkit wouldn't squeal at him or run crying to Midnightstar; if he did, he [Pinestorm] was dead meat.[/color]

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ooc - Swallowsong is okay to join?

Swallowsong saw what was happening between her mate and Midnightstar's kit. Pinestorm really had to stop behaving like a kit. She sighed, but quickly thought of something. She smiled slyly and picked up a bit of mud on her paw, crept up behind Pinestorm silently, and plopped it right onto his head. "Surprise," she purred. Then the tabby she-cat grinned and walked to pick something from the fresh-kill pile like nothing had happened. Plucking a plump thrush from the pile, she trotted back to outside the warriors' den to eat it, watching her mate all the while.

ooc - Sorry, it's kinda short

[Tilly]

(Course, Cloudii. Everyone's welcome to join.)

Devilkit barely had any time to prepare before the clump of mud collided with him. A low, yet shrill yowl escaped him before he buckled and went down like a ton of bricks. He lay there for a moment, dazed, before springing up and shaking off most of the mud. His once clean fur now looked brownish. His mother woulde berate him again, he was sure of it. But hey, he had a playmate now! Of course, this wouldn't be nearly as fun as attempting to bite Morningkit's tail, but it would do until then.

After a moment, he recognized the voice as that of Pinestorm, a young warrior he was somewhat familiar with. The young tom had made a point to at least try to know everyone's faces. Just when he was about to return the attack, Pinestorm's mate Swallowsong approached with a lecturing look to her. He froze for a moment, wondering if she was going to reprimand him, but relaxed when she dumped mud onto the older tom. "Hah hah, serves you right!" Devilkit taunted playfully, before darting back a bit in case Pinestorm decided to attack.

He darted into some of the brush. Thinking his stained pelt was completely covered by the foliage (which it wasn't), Devilkit crept up to Pinestorm, before scooping up some mud and launching it at him. He cackled madly, resembling that of a mad scientist before attempting to 'vanish' under the leaves again. "Catch me if you can, Pinestorm." he sung out from his hiding place, prepared to scamper away at any moment. "You too, Swallowsong." he added on, seeing the she-cat wander off to the Freshkill Pile. Come on, don't leave! The more, the merrier! he thought to himself.

Devilkit suddenly remembered to keep an eye out for his parents and/or siblings. Duskkit would probably rat him out to Midnightstar, and after the thrashing from last night from when he had attempted to catch a fish in the nearby river and almost drowned in the process, he didn't want to face his mother's panicked fury again. For a while, at least. And the stupid fish had gotten away, too. But it was fun, at least. He made a mental note to track down Blossompaw, his mom's apprentice. From what he had heard, the former kittypet was extremely mischievious and loved causing havoc.

With the two of them working together, Shoreclan would be in for one hell of a time.

(Of course, he didn't to find out what she looked like, first.)

[Cinder]

Duskkit blinked sleepily in the soft darkness of the nursery. With a ripple of reddish fur, she pushed herself to her paws and stretched luxuriously. "Ahh..."
Gazing around owlishly with her huge amber eyes, the kitten realized that her brother wasn't there. A single flick of an ear was the only indication of emotion that she gave. Devilkit, did you sneak off again?
For a moment, she considered curling up and returning to dreamland, but she soon discarded that idea. She would follow Devilkit. She wouldn't necessarily rat him out later, but it would be a good chance to get outside the nursery.
Moving almost silently, Duskkit slipped through the entrance to the nursery. A flash of sunlight beamed straight into her eyes, and the little kit let out a squeak of pain.
To her wide eyes, the world was a blaze of exotic colors and strange scents. She whirled around in circles, overwhelmed.
Slowly, the puzzle began to fall into familiar shapes, and Duskkit was no longer so overcome. Setting each paw down cautiosly, as if the gras might snap at her, she began to walk forwards into the strange world outside. "Devilkit? Where are you?"

[Kiri-chan]

(muwhaha! enter Blossompaw - corrupter of good kits! *dies*)

Blossompaw, now 8 moons old, had been practically estatic find out there were kits in the camp. Finally! She wasn't the youngest anymore with Windpaw and Talonpaw! Finally! Swallowsong would be distracted with mothering someone else! Muwhahah! What especially thrilled her to no end was Devilkit. He loved to play jokes and Blossompaw loved to help him.

She relished the opportunity to pull him aside and teach him a few things about misbehaving - and getting away with it. Of course, one had to be slick in pulling such tender, impressionable kits aside. It wouldn't do to be caught "corrupting" kits as Swallowsong would put it. Blossompaw smiled fiendishly. Nope, she'd be slick and teach Devilkit how to be sneaky with her and then they'd have all kinds of fun!

Popping her head out of the den as she heard a faint squeak of indignance, she gave a happy purr at seeing Devilkit was already up and ready for fun. Blossompaw covered her mouth with her paw to keep herself from giggling at watching Swallowsong dump mud on Pinestorm's head before Devilkit attempted to ambush Pinestorm before diving into some bushes. She just HAD to join the fun now!

Quickly darting out of the Apprentice's den and using her knowledge of the camp's layout, after a few minutes she was in a clump of bushes near Devilkit and motioned for him to join her for some fun. Grinning, she plotted if today should be the day she taught him how to sneak out of camp, ambush and soak someone, or trip an unsuspecting cat. Oooh so much fun and so little time!

[+[{S.E.A.M.I.S.T.}]+]

Pinestorm snorted and shook the mud out of his fur. "No fair," he protested, and leaped after Devilkit. "Insolent cur," he mock-yowled. "I will make you bend before my will!" His whiskers twitched as he fought not to laugh. If only Hazeltear could hear him now - she'd probably send him to get fresh moss for the elders, or some other menial task. And Seamist - forget about it. She'd probably pick him up by the scruff like a naughty little kit and dump him in \the river. "I'm coming for you!" he spat, and advanced upon Devilkit's hiding place. Unfortunately for him, he had been too preoccupied with shaking the mud out of his sodden fur to notice that Blossompaw was hiding there as well.

Oh, Devilkit was going to get it now. If Swallowsong hadn't dumped mud on him first, no doubt the lit would have pelted him with mudballs of his own. And besides, this was infinitely funner than going on patrol, not that he would have liked to admit it as a warrior. An involuntary purr escaped him as he stalked his prey, ready to pounce...
"I'm gonna get you!" he screeched madly, and with a whoop, he leaped into the bushes.[/color]

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Swallowsong quickly gulped down the rest of her prey and leaped after her mate and the little kit. "We're coming to get you!" she yowled happily, smiling as she remembered her days as an apprentice in ShoreClan, then frowning slightly when she remembered being told she was half kittypet as well. The tabby warrior quickly brightened up though, and nudged Pinestorm with a paw, hoping to send him sprawling in the bushes.

Her amber eyes sparkled as she saw her daughter, Blossompaw, hiding from her father. For a moment, she considered scolding the young apprentice, but then again, they were all having fun. Grinning, her whiskers twitching with amusement, the she-cat slipped over to Blossompaw and whispered into her ear, "How about we gang up on Pinestorm?" she suggested. "Come on, it'll be fun!"

[[Hea]ther[/sky]]

<sub>The morning light had beckoned Morningkit out of the den far earlier than most of the other cats. She had been exploring since she had first opened her eyes, as far and as well as she could. The world held a certain fascination for her that was deemed unusual, and she immediately became enraptured with the way things and cats coexisted. Sure, big thoughts for a kit, but often her imagination took over for her mind and filled in what she couldn't see, like things that rustled in the night. Then she would imagine some giant monster with six legs and black fur and mean, glaring eyes.

So the outdoors had called to her, and Morningkit answered by leaving the den in which her brother and sister had still slumbered. Her mother seemed to her peaceful in her sleep, and she was glad Midnightstar at least hadn't appeared to her as unrestful. That wouldn't have caused any major fretting on Morningkit's part, but she didn't like to see anyone in discomfort. It always bothered her like an itch just out of her reach. Stretching her legs, she had trotted out of the den.

Her bright, inquisitive blue eyes had looked around, taking in the camp's familiar scenery. Only flattening her ruffled gray fur a little bit, she had, by the point that Devilkit left the den, already attempted to climb a tree, chase a squirrel (imagining that it was a ferocious fox), and dig a hole to find the buried treasure. To her, the buried treasure was her most precious imagining. As her imagination made up for her, long ago, the ancestors of ShoreClan had buried a treasure of shiny pebbles and all the interesting trinkets and baubles and fascinating things a kit could ever dream of, and it was Morningkit's goal to find it. She wanted to find that something that would make her life perfect, like any cat, and it manifested itself in the pretend legend of the buried treasure.

Of course, when she had told other cats, they almost never took her seriously. She didn't do a lot of friend-making, though she chattered on to anyone who would (or wouldn't) listen to her about whatever was on her mind. One cat that would listen to her was Windpaw, an apprentice that she looked up to greatly. Another she looked up to was Blossompaw. The troublemaking apprentices were even more infamous for it than Devilkit was, and she had seen her sibling pull plenty of amusing tricks.

A lot of the time, she was behind the plans. Her imagination broadened its horizons frequently, and despite critique based on her 'silly thoughts', she could invent a plan like no other. Usually, she used other terms for things, often thought of as metaphors, such as if they needed to escape danger, they would be eluding some fierce dogs. She had never really seen a dog, but who needed to? What she was told by others was more often than not enough to suffice for things she didn't really know herself.

Her imagination, of course, readily filled in the rest. And that morning, it had dutifully performed its job. At the point that she heard mews from behind her, she turned away from the beetle she had been stalking, having been imagining it was a mouse. One downside to Morningkit's vivid mind was that she often wandered off on her own, easily compared to Windpaw's careless habit. But the voices caught her attention quickly, and the beetle was forgotten in an instant.

Creeping up to a shrub, or at least attempting to, and then peering out from behind it with wide blue eyes, Morningkit watched as the cats flung mud at each other. She didn't understand how to scent out a cat yet, but she could easily track Devilkit with her eyes as he hid nearby. Morningkit was about to leap out gleefully and tackle him when she heard a voice behind her.

Windpaw had awoken late that morning, noticing that Blossompaw wasn't in the den. Causing mayhem without me! That was her exact thought as she flung herself off the ground and did a quick and careless job of grooming her brown and white fur. If she didn't hurry, the Clan would already be in mayhem before she even got out to cause some herself. That thought was unbearable, and she charged out of the den, almost on the verge of yowling out for the cats to stop the music.

Skidding to a halt right before a big ball of mud almost splatted into her, she felt the air move right in front of her nose as it barely missed her. Grinning evilly, she scooped up a pawful and flung it in a general direction. Looking in that direction, she realized that she had flung it straight towards Swallowsong, her mentor. Oh, crap! Launching herself, she streaked into the woods, laughing hysterically. Managing to shut up for a few seconds, she looked next to her, spotting a little gray shape peering out excitedly from a shrub.

Hah, she's not seriously going to... one of those mudballs is about half as big as that little scrap... she wouldn't... Her thoughts grimly took her to a scene where Morningkit's imagination took her to a battle, and the little kit was easily struck down by one of the mudballs. Morningkit waggled her little rump, about to jump out, when Windpaw hissed, "Don't yet."

Startled, Morningkit almost yelped aloud when she heard the low, hissed voice of Windpaw. "You scared me," the little kit mewed, her fur fluffed out.
"Sorry," Windpaw said with an evil grin. "If you want to play too, you have to battle them with another mudball." Pulling together an extra large lump of mud, she patted it in Morningkit's direction.

"Thanks!" Morningkit gladly took the chance to enter the epic battle, rolling the mudball which seemed so small to Windpaw in between her paws. Pushing it into the open, she attempted to fling it in the direction of the closest cat. "Gotcha!" Morningkit shrieked with delight, as she heard the mud make contact with a cat.
She's almost like my little sister, if only I had one. The thought cheered Windpaw, who was already hyped with the prospect of the mud fight, and she rolled together a couple of mudballs, flinging them every which way.</sub>

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ooc - W-O-W...
Writing a novel for the compteition with Kiri, are you? xD

"Oog..." Swallowsong lurched forward, colliding with Blossompaw. "Okay, who did that?" Trying to sound angry, but not very successfully, the tabby's amber eyes glimmered like a kit's, even though mud was on the back of her head. Shaking her head, she flung bits of mud everywhere around her. She stopped for a moment, trying to scent who had done it, but couldn't very well, although it smelled vaguely like her apprentice, Windpaw, or some other young cat.
She picked up a pawful of mud and hurled it in the direction of where the ball of mud came from that hit her in the head. Hopefully, her pawful would hit the target.

[Tilly]

Devilkit shrieked in pleasure, darting off before Swallowsong and Pinestorm could ambush him or hurl more mudballs at him. "Can't catch me!" he taunted from underneath his pile of leaves. As he watched, Duskkit padded out of the den and looked around. She looked overwhelmed for a moment, before quickly settling. For a half-moment, he worried she would tattle, but she merely looked around. When she called out his name, he opened his mouth instinctively to respond before realizing what he was doing and shutting it.

The rustle of leaves caught his attention, and he glanced off in the direction of where the noise started. Blossompaw! he recognized her. She gestured for him to come over, and he did so, attempting to be as stealthy as possible. He settled down next to her, tucking his long tail against him to refrain from whisking it in impatience. "Hey, there you are." he whispered out quietly, his cobalt blue eyes bright with mischief. "Wanna ambush or do the sneaky way?" he continued, itching to throw a mudball at somebody.

He had to muffle his laughter against his front leg when a mudball came flying out of nowhere and collided with Swallowsong. Mentally applauding the launcher, he looked around. Devilkit caught a glimpse of blue eyes and recognized them as his other sister's, Morningkit. About time she got out here. He mused to himself, grinning against his leg madly. Making sure that he wasn't going to break out in laughter at a given point, he raised his head once more, flexing his claws to get a grip on some of the nearby mud for when he hurled it.

Of course, he had to muffle his laughter when Pinestorm mock-yowled and launched himself at his former hiding place. Missed me, missed me! Now ya can't catch me! He thought gleefully. They needed to keep it down, though. All their shrieks and yowls were sure to gather attention once more. And that would mean Devilkit and his sisters would get dragged off to the den once more by the agitated Midnightstar. His mother was tired, cranky, and irritated at the fact she had to give up her leader position for a while. See, this was how come no one had ever challenged her. When she got agitated, she got scary.

Eep.

Okay, now who to aim for, first?

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Pinestorm stumbled as he was shoved aside by his mate. "It's a conspiracy!" he complained loudly, as she slipped away from him to join Devilkit's friends. He snorted as his mate was hit - by her own apprentice. "Serves you right," he mewed triumphantly, and bounced past joyfully. His paws thudded on the frozen ground as he attempted to sniff out his adversaries, but his nostrils were clogged with the stench of mud. Mouse dung, he thought, not in the least bit irritably. It had been ages since he had played like this, and he doubted whether he had even done so when he was a kit. He had largely been deprived of his childhood, and no one, not even his mother and father, knew where he came from. He had had no Clan scent, but oddly enough, no tell-tale stench of crow-food as well. They let it pass, and assumed he was the unwanted child of a rogue or loner. Countless seasons had passed since that fateful day, when he had washed up half-dead on the shores of ShoreClan, but no cat had ever brought it up.

His now-slightly depressing ruminations came to a halt as yet another ball of mud hit him in the head. This time, it hit him squarely in the ear, and he pawed at it in panic as he tried to prevent it from damaging his hearing. Pinestorm's head swung around wildly, and spotted his muddy-and-red-pawed mate staring back. "How dare you?" he hissed in mock indignation, and began to hurl muddy projectiles right back at her. In his frenzy, a few mudballs slipped out of his grasp before he was ready to throw and went flying. Still, he paid them no heed until...

SPLAT. Hazeltear rushed into the camp like a hurricane, to find splattered mud on every surface and the sound of squealing kits and...warriors? She whipped her tortoiseshell head around just in time to catch one with her face, and reeled as she coughed out the mud. No doubt the kits were having some fun in the mud, but she could still hear some older cats screeching out challenges as well. Two warriors and two apprentices, to be exact. "All right, who did that?" she snarled icily, her pale green eyes glaring daggers. This was a skill she had learned from her mother, who was quite possibly even more fearsome when she was angry. Her eyes darted around the clearing as she spotted the most obvious and nearest culprit; Pinestorm, who was still throwing mudballs by the second. His chocolate spotted fur was so covered in mud that she was unable to make out his tabby markings, and even more shocking was his mate, Swallowsong, who appeared to be throwing the mud right back at him. She had never liked the tabby warrior, but this had to be the stupidest thing she had ever done.
She dashed to Pinestorm's side and barreled into his side, hissing, "What in StarClan's name are you doing?"

Pinestorm was still laughing madly as his sister tackled him roughly and pinned him to the ground. Thinking that it was Swallowsong, he picked up an enormous glob of mud and shoved it roughly in her face. Then, to his horror, he realized that the pelt in from of him was tortoiseshell, not tabby, and that he was probably going to die an early death. "...Mouse dung," he whimpered, as he contemplated running away as fast as he could while Hazeltear tried to get the mud out of her eyes. Those piercing, terrifying eyes that could kill. His eyes darted back and forth, from the unrecognizable fresh-kill pile to the muddied Warrior's Den. StarClan, help me, he prayed, and shoved his sister off.

Then he ran for his life.

OOC: This must be the longest post I've ever made. O.o[/color]

[Cinder]

Duskkit watched, slightly scared, as Devilkit threw mud at a warrior. Uh oh. If Mom finds out, he'll be dead. To her astonishment, the warrior didn't get angry. He just threw another clot of mud right back. Then another cat appeared- maybe an apprentice? She had no idea who any of these cats were.
When Morningkit and another apprentice joined in, Duskkit knew that she had a decision to make. Well, I'm not going to rat them out. But I don't think I should join that mess, either... It wasn't that she minded getting dirty, but it looked sort of... dangerous.
The kitten sat down, tucking her plumy tail tightly around her paws. Even if she didn't want to play, she could still have fun watching.

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As Swallowsong saw Hazeltear appear, her expression turned slightly stony and she gasped as Pinestorm shoved a pawful of mud into her tortoiseshell face. Then her mate realized his mistake and raced away as fast as he could. She sprang out of her hiding place and streaked after the chocolate brown shape, tail streaming out behind her. "Pinestorm!" she hissed loudly, losing sight of him for a few seconds, then seeing him run out from behind a bush a moment later. [o]Okay, there he is![/i] She dashed after him again, "Wait up, mousebrain!'[/color]

[[Hea]ther[/sky]]

<sub>((Nah, I've gotten a lot more literate, and it's fun to write about the evil kittehs of ShoreClan. ;D))

Watching with misty blue eyes stretched wide with the fun of it all as the ball of mud splatted straight into Swallowsong's face, Morningkit chortled with delight. Protesting lightly as Windpaw put a paw over her muzzle so neither of the warriors would be able to tell where the projectile had been launched from, she looked over into the pile of leaves closest to her hiding place and met Devilkit's eyes. She shook Windpaw's paw off and grinned insanely at him. Switching her eyes back to the warriors, she watched as Pinestorm assaulted the place where Devilkit had been moments before. Gathering a bit more mud, she was just about to toss it when more mud spread itself across Windpaw's white chest fur.

Windpaw sniggered as Devilkit avoided being caught and poked Morningkit to hurry up and throw another. Just as the gray-blue kit was gathering more mud, she felt a cold impact on her chest fur. Looking down, she pretended to be horror-stricken as her white fur was coated in mud. She only had brown on some of her, so this would blend alright later when she was making up a story. The apprentice was about to throw the one she had been gathering when Hazeltear charged into the camp and straight towards where the little game was going on in full volume.

"Uh-oh..." Morningkit mumbled, as she could tell that Hazeltear was really mad. Suddenly, her mind told her that the other warrior might ruin the fun, and she flung her mudball at her, before even realizing what she was doing. Immediate comprehension that all the games could end because of her assault dawned on her, and she bit her lip anxiously, hoping fervently that it missed. When Pinestorm shoved mud in his sister's face, she grinned involuntarily. Watching the brown warrior streak away, she giggled insanely.

Knowing already that Hazeltear didn't like Swallowsong, Windpaw froze in horror as Morningkit tossed the mudball. Watching Pinestorm shove mud into Hazeltear's face and then run away, Swallowsong right after him, she watched with dark-blue eyes filled with apprehension, wondering what Hazeltear was going to do. She let out a single "Ha!", hoping no one would realize where it came from. Glancing down at Morningkit, the kit was on the ground laughing, wheezing slightly for air. Looking at the kit send laughter through her again.

Morningkit was laughing harder than she had ever laughed before. Not completely sure why, something in her brain clicked with the retreating warriors. She was full-out laughing now, past the point of giggling or snickering. Morningkit's peals of laughter rang in her own ears, and though she had just given away their position, she couldn't help it. She was gasping for breath after a few rounds of the insane noise that shook her little self.</sub>