locked up prisoner. open!

[.&&. Snowsong.]

[[ Emzie wanted me to join. xD ]]

What was all that commotion? Paintedkit listened to all the jumbled up words and voices. Rainclaw; having kits?!? Seriously? It almost made him chuckle, but he wanted to be polite.

Scrambling from his nest, he leaped to the entrance. He was hoping to be noticed. But, he didn't want to be noticed as he was going to be. As soon as he emerged from the den, he almost bumped into Purplekit. With a minuscule gasp, he veered to the side, his hind legs accidentally batting the kit, though lightly. To more of his dismay, he nearly ran into Snowdrift. Dodging the queen, he hoped he would be free from running into anyone. But, his hopes plummeted as he felt his apex slam into an older cat's figure.

Plopping to the ground, he looked up, just to be greeted by the sigh of Darksong looming over him. His breath caught in his throat, but he soon shook it off. "Uhm, heh, sorry about that." He turned around. "And, erm, sorry Purplekit, Snowdrift." With the apologies done, he got to his paws, before padding over to Rainkit.

He arrived just in time to hear his sister say, ".... play a trick on Rainclaw!" His mood brightened almost immediately. "Sure, why not," he busted out, all of a sudden and from behind his sister. He chuckled as he hoped to make his sibling flinch out of surprise.

[☆§wìftflame☆]

As Rainkit watched Paintedkit slam into the cats she couldn't stop giggling. Between bouts of laughter she gasped "I just did that! I dunno why they didn't kill me though... So yeah we're gonna play a trick on her cause she'll be in the nursery with us an' all and she deserves it." Rainkit giggled again, still waiting for Dewkit's response and hoping Paintedkit would join in the fun.

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Dawnflight smiled in satisfaction as Twigtail settled down and took a bite of his prey, feeling a sort of heady recklessness. "Perhaps you won’t have peace, but we warriors will have plenty. Undoubtedly, the nursery will be more exciting than it’s been in moons, eh, love? I’m almost jealous.” Dawnflight saw the truth and friendly competition in Twigtail's words, so she couldn't quite understand the thrill of excitement in her stomach at the word 'love.' What was going on with her? Still, Dawnflight was unable to stop her suddenly and impossible snappy mouth from spouting back a retort and a wink as well. Pretending not to understand his sarcasm, she said quite sassily, "You should be jealous, honey. With all these hormone crazed queens in here, well, who knows what could happen, or who we'll be talking about. The nursery isn't just kits and boredom, you know. I'd give my left paw to be in here if I were you." [OOC:Let's pretend that made sense. I'm not good at cynical.] Dawnflight raised the cat equivalent to an eyebrow ...[OOC: and her muse fell offa cliff and died. help]

[OOC: I see rejectiion in Dawnflight's future xD

[Twigtail]

Twigtail was absolutely unfamiliar with “flirting.” Admittedly, he’d seen it happen between other cats and understood it in its principal, but never had he experienced it himself. A cat might call his eternal bantering with others a form of flirtation, sure, but he didn’t see it in any remotely hormonal or romantic way. Still, even he could understand that Dawnflight was trying to make him curious, and it was almost as though she was trying to be seductive. The warrior gave the she-cat an odd, skeptical look. It wasn’t that he thought she was trying to flirt with him. Actually, he thought that maybe their was a clever little cynic locked up in that mind of hers, and he felt the beginnings of a tentative respect for a kindred spirit.

However, he was largely unimpressed by the words themselves. “I happen to like my left paw, thank you very much,” Twigtail meowed quickly. He lowered himself onto his scrawny belly, tucking the aforementioned paw underneath himself conspicuously, in jest. “But honestly, I can’t imagine you acting so… freely around kittens. What you do in here, indeed.” The skinny tom laughed at his own cleverness, narrowing his pale eyes until they were yellow-green slits in a gold-splotched face. His smirk expanded into a less-caustic grin, stretching his “hidden” paw out in front again for more comfort. Doing so, he almost touched Dawnflight in the close space, though he thought little of it.

“Hmm… but I do wonder who you’ll be talking about, if it comes to that,” he meowed before Dawnflight could reply to what he’d already said. “I’m dying to hear exactly how you defend your infatuations with Patchstar. But I suppose it’ll never come to that, since I won’t be hanging around.” Already, Twigtail was feeling bored with the situation. It had possessed some small charm initially, and he may or may not have found a fellow critic of life in general, but he had lost interest. If Dawnflight really wanted him in the nursery, she was going to have to make him stay. That said, he got to his skinny legs, turning with intentional slowness, curious to see whether or not the queen was going to do anything about his leaving.

[ooc: Is totally not following posting-order.]

[Đarκsong]

[[ooc: Jeez, Twig, I think you've replied 3 times since I last replied XD]]

"That's what, the millionth kit to smack into me?!" Darksong grumbled after Paintedkit dashed away. The ebony tom had never really liked kits. Heck, it was all he could do to stand apprentices. He figured he'd have to suck all of that stuff up and get used to younger cats, seeing as Rainclaw would be having his kits soon.

Feeling like he was being a useless, quiet lump, Darksong searched for a conversation topic. His gaze was always drawn to Purplekit, who's appearance always sent a shiver down his spine. The kit's fur matched Secret's right down to a T. He had been dying to tell someone about it. Thus he leaned over and whispered in Rainclaw's ear.

"Does Purplekit look.....familiar to you?" Darksong remembered that Secret had pestered Rainclaw and Rippedheart a few moons ago, so she would know what he looked like.

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Purplekit was completely unaware that anyone was whispering things about him. He had bounded over to Rainkit, ignoring Paintedkit's clumsy act. Acting as though he hadn't missed most of the conversation, he asked, "But what kind of prank should we do?" Nothing was coming to mind.

*****

Snowdrift, sensing that she was pretty useless in this whole conversation/gathering, padded back into the nursery. She curled up against the back wall of the nursery. --exit--

[.&&. Snowsong.]

"I just did that! I dunno why they didn't kill me though..." A smirk, or rather a smile, began to play upon his lips. "Well, I guess that shows how we're related," he replied to to her. Paintedkit slightly flicked his lobes as his sister continued on, "So yeah we're gonna play a trick on her cause she'll be in the nursery with us an' all and she deserves it." His smile slightly grew. "I would love to join in."

His lobes slightly flicked again, as her heard Purplekit speak. "But what kind of prank should we do?" It was a good enough question, enough to stump him almost completely. For a moment, he pondered, before glancing at the fellow kit again. "How about.. we scare her, but not enough to make her hurt herself?"

[[ Anddd, muse died. xD ]]

[☆§wìftflame☆]

Rainkit giggled again, now ushering the kits over to a more secluded corner so they wouldn't be overheard. "Hmm, but what would scare Rainclaw? She's not afraid of scary stuff. She's probably more afraid of...stuff we like, prolly. She's like the opposite. What if we pretended we loved her and wanted to play with her all the time?" After the words came out of Rainkit's mouth she realized how stupid they sounded and blushed, looking down at her paws and hoping someone else would come up with a better idea.

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Dawnflight grinned as Twigtail hid his paw, almost too quickly in her opinion, and then stretched it back out, precariously close to her own. This was a detail she noticed immediately and drew away ever so slightly, embarrassed. Moments later, however, she regained her confidence as he spoke once again. “Hmm… but I do wonder who you’ll be talking about, if it comes to that . I’m dying to hear exactly how you defend your infatuations with Patchstar. But I suppose it’ll never come to that, since I won’t be hanging around.” This time Twigtail had truly struck a nerve. "Infatuations? I'm only staying because bringing the kits into a new environment would be terrible for them. And speaking of the kits, they're very sounds sleepers, and they generally sleep across the nursery from the queens." Dawnflight gestured vaguely across the room. "Now, I do bet you'd like to know who we talk about, but I'm afraid if I told you I'd have to kill you." When Twigtail turned, ever so slowly, to leave, Dawnflight knew she'd have to think quickly to keep his positive influence on her in place. Calling after him, she teased, "Because of course I'm sure I couldn't trust you to keep as big a secret as this one." She smiled, a big smugly, knowing she'd peaked his curiosity. [OOC: I hope]

[OOC: omg dead muse where'd it goo?? Dawnflight/me sucks at sarcasm and cinicism.

[Twigtail]

Twigtail’s good ear flicked in the pretty female’s direction, half interested by her blatant attempts at keeping him in the nursery. Why did she want him to stay so badly? Was this dark, milky place really so drab without his unrestrained wit running amok all over the place? He’d think, then, that Dawnflight would act happier that Rainclaw was coming to stay. Clearly, the she-cat was trying to hold his interest, and it was working, insofar as he was wondering about her desperation.

Still, the gangly warrior, twisting his awkwardly long neck to peer back at the queen, gave her a smirk. “Probably not,” he agreed with her easily. “Everybody listens to me.” Feigning a moment of insanity, he purposely widened his eyes and adopted a fearful look. “Poor, poor Twiggy,” he mumbled, “knows all and tells all but do they listen? No! They call him mad, call him a cuckoo! CUCKOO! CUCKOO!” Finally, his facial expression returning to his version of normal, Twigtail grinned at his captive audience.

“Keep your secrets, Dawnsie,” he meowed, his head flicking away from her again as he flounced out of the nursery. Just before he left, he added, “Three may keep a secret, if two of them are dead.” [ooc: Yay shoutouts to Ben Franklin!] Then he was brushing out of the nursery, to be confronted by the rest of the moving-in party. Pretending to feel upset, he frowned and widened his eyes, looking kittenish and hurt if one got past the smirk still on his face. “And you haven’t eaten my gull yet? It was a moving present, Rainclaw! For shame.” Tail raised, he strolled past the rest of the adults, past the kittens who were trying to make themselves nuisances, and headed towards the camp entrance. Perhaps he’d find something to do out there, other than sit around with gossipy queens all day long.

[ooc: Just wanted to free up Twiggy, so I decided to get him out of this thread.]

[რoonwhisker]

Dewkit sat listening to her brother and sister talk about their plan to pull a prank on Rainclaw. Dewkit had never been much of a talker, she preferred listening. She learned more that way. Dewkit had realized that she could learn a lot from the way her brother and sister moved and from the expressions in their voices.

Like for instance, she could tell that even though her kin were excited their voices were lined with a bit of fear. But her's would've too. This was Rainclaw they were going to prank. Rainclaw, the same cat that gave every kit and apprentice nightmares.

"Whatever you guys want. I don't care. Just don't get us in too much trouble!" Dewkit squeaked in, winking.

Rainclaw rolled her eyes at everyone. She was so done with this. She wanted to move herself into the nursery without comments from every single cat in the stupid Clan. She ignored everyone's comments and questions. She wasn't in a good mood currently after being crashing into by a million kits. "I'm going to go in now. So please leave," she said simply. She was straightforward, and that was it.

[.&&. Snowsong.]

"Oh! Let's act like she's got a ghost stalking her! Then, one of us could actually act as the ghost after she kits, and we'll get her to be freaked out!" Paintedkit whispered excitedly, but he shrunk down when he heard Rainclaw speak up. It wasn't the words that he would take a liking to, but that was Rainclaw.

Stealing a glance at all the other kits, he stalked off after Rainclaw. "Welcome to the nursery!" he said, glee in his voice. Obviously, he was hiding the fact that he didn't mean his 'warm' welcome. Though, a smile was playing upon his lips. He stole another glance at the others.