Kits... Annoying... (Open)

[Midnight]

Darkfeather groaned as she lay in her nest, Darkkit playing around her. "Can't you quit it?" The rude full-time queen hissed. Her tail was lashing and it was something that caught Darkkit's attention and the kit pounced, claws unsheathed, on her mother's tail. Darkfeather yelped in anger and pain. "Stop it!" Darkfeather gently picked her daughter up by the scruff and set her in front of her belly. "Sit."

Darkkit sat down guiltily looked up at her mother. "Sorry.."

"Go play outside, okay? I'm sure there are some warriors or apprentices you can bother elsewhere."

"Okay, Darkfeather! Thanks for letting me go outside!" Darkkit's eyes lit up and she trotted out of the nursery.

"Where's my mate?" Darkfeather called.

[Foxpaw]

Silverkit crept carefully around her mother, eying her sister in slight disgust and pity. How could she be so kind and grateful to Darkfeather? Poor Darkkit. She just wanted go play. It wasn't like she did anything wrong right? She fought the urge to stand up for Darkkit, not even realizing that she was about to step on Darkfeather's tail.

[some1likeyou]

Shadepelt heard his mate call for him, so he ran to the nursery. "I'm right here darling." he tried to calm her down, as she seemed tense. Shadepelt was the kind of guy that saw good in everyone, so he felt he was a great mate for Darkfeather. "Do you need anything? I could get an apprentice to get you fresh bedding."

[Midnight]

"Hey!" Darkfeather meowed quickly, "Careful, Silverkit." She growled a bit in a low tone, but it was enough for her to hope that Silverkit would get it. "Don't step on my tail or you'll be hearing my lectures." She stopped her tail from lashing and brought it around to her belly.

Darkkit pounced on a leaf happily outside. She looked into the nursery, "Hey, Silverkit? Do you want to play?"

[Foxpaw]

Silverkit bared her teeth slightly at Darkfeather, eyes dark and broody. "Sure, Darkkit," she called, pretending to trip and kick up dust at the queen beside her. She trotted out, eyes lighting up again as she crouched in front of her sister, rump in the air. She growled playfully.

[Midnight]

"Silverkit! Back here, now," Darkfeather demanded, cleaning her pelt. Annoying little she-kit... The she-cat thought bitterly.

Darkkit's ears went back, "You've gotta go.." She mewed sadly to her sister.

[Foxpaw]

"Big surprise there..." Silverkit grumbled, tail lashing and ears flattened to her head. All the same, she tried to give her sister an affectionate lick as she passed by. She felt like the more she misbehaved, the more Darkfeather would like Darkkit. She was tough enough to handle whatever they threw at her. At least she thought so. Tail twitching, she trotted back inside. "Yes?" she asked, eyes narrowed.

[Midnight]

"If you kick dirt at me like that again- and I know it was on purpose," Darkfeather hissed, "I'll be sure to make arrangements with the leader about your apprenticeship and how it won't happen until you're seven moons old, rather than six. It'll be a good opportunity for you to learn some good tactics on how to behave... Taught by me." Her dark blue eyes searched Silverkit, "Leave my sight, kit. I need to rest for a while, if you don't mind..."

[Foxpaw]

Silverkit didn't say anything, but her eyes, dark and angry, said it all. Anger swirled in the kit's thoughts but beneath was a fine layer of hurt. She whirled away quickly, shaking her head. She didn't need her. She was strong and brave. She threw one last angry stare over her shoulder before rushing out of the nursery as quick as she could. She flopped onto the grass, clawing at pieces of it moodily. She couldn't wait to leave the nursery behind for good. "I wish we could just run away," she grumbled to her sister with a huff.

[Midnight]

"She's almost an elder..." Darkkit told her sister. "Don't worry- we won't have to deal with her that much longer." She often found herself surprised at Darkfeather's words, but actually pitied her aging mother. Darkfeather was fourty moons old, and had always been rude and such. She's sort of nice when she wants to be... Darkkit thought.

[Foxpaw]

"Yeah, I guess..." the silver she-cat mewed sulkily. "I don't even know why she had kits when she doesn't even like them." Silverkit grabbed a blade of grass with one claw, shredding it into pieces with narrowed eyes.

[Midnight]

"I don't know... I'm sure she loves us, though. Remember- she's always mean. To every cat," Darkkit meowed, hoping it might comfort her littermate, if even the slightest bit. Although it probably wasn't a very comforting thought that their mother was mean to every cat.. Darkkit didn't want a bad reputation nor did she want to see her mother be hated by the others.

[Foxpaw]

"Yeah, you're probably right. You usually are," Silverkit mewed, rolling over on her back to stare at the sky. "but if I have kits, I'm going to be really nice and make sure they know I love them. And I know you will, because you're nice to everyone, even mean cats." She glanced at her sister rather proudly.

[Midnight]

Darkkit looked up and saw the clouds rolling by. She looked at her sister, "Kits are important to the Clan! It's a good thing neither of us are like Darkfeather or worse.." Her eyes widened a bit. "I'd say that balancing love and sternness on kits is good." She meowed. "You can't just let them get away with everything, yet you can't be..." She really didn't want to say 'like Darkfeather' and she hoped her sister would get it.

[Foxpaw]

Silverkit glanced at her sister and nodded, understanding clear in her dark blue eyes. "You're so smart Darkkit," she purred, proud of her sister. A nagging bit of jealousy poked at the edges of her mind but she shook it off like a bothersome fly.