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Post by ~{Tinkerkit}~ on Nov 10, 2009 22:31:18 GMT -5
{-Tinkerkit-}
{-just a bundle full o' trouble-} [/b][/center] It was midnight. Two pale green eyes broke the deadness of the night. Quieter than a mouse, a dark shape unfolded itself from the black background. Searching. Following.
Suddenly, the shape stopped. The pale green eyes widened as it felt an approaching character from behind.
The hunter became the hunted.
Tinkerkit woke up with a fright, blinking in the dawn sun. She fell back on her warm moss nest, realizing that the nightmare had, yes, been only that. As she stared at the den roof, only one word coursed through her mind.
Wow. Tink couldn't believe that, less than half a moon ago, she had been struggling for survival. She looked down on her full, warm tummy, and licked her lips. She had prey. She had a place to stay.
She was in heaven. But no heaven was complete without a little trouble to stir it up.
Tinker had already gotton in trouble. Caught sneaking out of camp, the kit was thrown uncerimoniously into her den only a few hours ago. After a quick nap, in which she suffered the nightmare that still lingered over Tinkerkit's thoughts, she felt well-rested. Well, as well-rested as she had been in moons.
She rolled over, stretched. Cleaned the moss from her pelt as she got up and stretched some more. She knew that she wasn't supposed to leave the den. It wasn't spoken orally, but she could tell. She had been in this position before. So what was there to do now?
She did what any other kit of her age and style would do; wake up the rest of the cats in her den so she wouldn't have to suffer alone. Unfortunately, there were only a few cats in the den right now- a queen heavily pregnant, and Brownsugar.
Ever since she was released from the medicine den, Brownsugar had been her mother. At first, Tinkerkit was glad that she had someone to care for her, but it soon wore off until she realized why she left her real mother in the first place. She walked over to the older she-cat and prodded her in the side. "Mom! Wake up!" she squealed in her high, kit voice. Tinker had called Brownsugar 'mom' from the very moment she had met her, about half a moon ago. She never got why nannies even existed, but she decided that since they did she might as well make one her own.
She prodded Brownsugar in the side again, and waited for her to respond. [/color] [/blockquote] |
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Post by Brownsugar on Nov 11, 2009 1:56:28 GMT -5
Brownsugar “Hmm, huh, what-” [/color] Brownsugar arose slowly from her deep sleep as something jabbed her in the side. The last scene from her food-related dream passed before her eyes and she slowly came to realise that her good night’s sleep had been robbed from her once again. With a quiet groan she rolled over and buried her head under her tail, determined to go on sleeping. A piercing squeal and another jab told the nanny she’d lost her battle with wakefulness. With a sigh she finally turned back around and blinked blearily to see what was bothering her. Ah, Tinkerkit, who else? In truth Brownsugar didn’t mind being woken up by this kit. She was trouble, but there was a sweet, gentle side to her nature that the nanny had grown fond of. “Heya, Tinker,” She mewed, sleep making her voice croaky, “What’s up, Sweety?” She usually fussed a lot more over kits so young, but Brownsugar had learned long ago that it was no good patronising Tinkerkit. Something, and Brownsugar desperately wanted to know what, had happened to this strange little kit to make her grow up, and she now acted and thought a lot like someone moons older than her. Except, of course, when she decided to wake up her nanny. No matter, Tinkerkit probably had a good reason for waking Brownsugar; maybe she’d had another nightmare or perhaps she wasn’t feeling well. She smiled warmly, inviting the kit to speak. Her expression changed then and she glanced nervously at the pregnant queen. She sighed with relief when she saw Tinkerkit’s call hadn’t been loud enough to wake her up. “Do try to be quiet though, won’t you?” She added, nodding towards the other she-cat. The last thing the long-suffering brown tabby needed now was a queen berating her for not keeping the kits quiet.[/blockquote] Using: Brownsugar Word count: 306 Muse: Not bad |
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Post by ~{Tinkerkit}~ on Nov 11, 2009 11:55:30 GMT -5
“Heya, Tinker,”
With the sound of Browsugar's voice, Tinkerkit brightened.
“What’s up, Sweety?”
Tinkerkit thought for a moment. What was it she was asking Brownsugar again? Was there even a reason Tinkerkit woke up her nanny?
“Do try to be quiet though, won’t you?”
Tinkerkit replyed, but was anything but quiet, if only to bug Brownsugar. "Well, I'm bored," she started, looking up at the roof of the den. "And there's no other kits to play with until Violetrose has hers, and then they'll be all quiet and boring, too. I'm not allowed to go outta the den, so what do I do?" [/b] Tinker rolled her eyes in her boredom. Plus, how would Nightpaw or Rookpaw know to come over and talk to her if she didn't let them know she was stuck in ther Nursery? Plus, the place was boring and quiet, and she didn't like being confined. Tinker didn't get it. Why did the Ashcan cats care that she was out of camp? If she thought she might get eaten by a fox, she wouldn't have left in the first place. "You know," she said suddenly. "Why aren't kits allowed in camp, anyways? When I was born, my mother always let us go out of our den. "Go wherever you like," she'd say to us, "But if you get killed it's your fault, not mine." Kindle was a grumpy ol' worthless she-cat, but she sure did let us have space! Hee, it's all, "You can't do this" and "You can't do that." Why is that, mom?"[/color][/blockquote] |
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Post by Brownsugar on Nov 11, 2009 13:17:07 GMT -5
Brownsugar [/size][/center] Brownsugar’s warmth ebbed a little at the kit’s words. “You were bored?” She repeated in an incredulous whisper. She waved her paw in a hushing motion, though she suspected Tinkerkit was being loud on purpose. She groaned again, under her breath this time, and rested her head on her paws to listen to the rest of Tinkerkit’s words. She could see that the kit had a point, with no other cats her age her boredom was only to be expected. That didn’t make it any easier for Brownsugar to deal with though. With a sigh she began to think up some way of entertaining the troublesome youngster, but was interrupted when said youngster began to speak again.
Tinkerkit definitely had a point now. The rules regarding kits had always been strict. But since a group of cats calling themselves the suffragettes had broken away from the main camp the little creatures had been confined to the nursery. It was ridiculous, in Brownsugar’s opinion. After all how could the kits be defended any better in a den full of she-cats who’d never had battle-training than outside where they could be surrounded by warriors. Still, nannies didn’t have much influence in the way things were run.
“I know, Sweety.” She said soothingly, making another hushing motion. “I don’t like it either, but you’ve got to remember that all rules are for safety, and are only made so that everyone’s kept secure.” She sighed a little, and then added dryly; “Though sometimes I doubt they have a clue what they’re talking about.” She wouldn’t have said that in front of many cats, but she didn’t like the idea of Tinkerkit growing up to be the warrior’s idea of she-cat ideal; quiet and obedient. A few rebellious words would do the kit good.
She shook her head then, and reminded herself of the kit’s earlier complaint. “Okay, so you’re bored,” She whispered, “Well so long as you’re quiet we can do anything you want, any ideas?” Using: Brownsugar Word count: 332 Muse: Getting better, actually =) |
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Post by ~{Tinkerkit}~ on Nov 11, 2009 15:42:50 GMT -5
“You were bored?”
"And I'm still bored," she whispered back as she crouched down like a mouse. Why did they have to whisper so quietly?
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“I know, Sweety.”
Tinkerkit nodded solomnly.
“I don’t like it either, but you’ve got to remember that all rules are for safety, and are only made so that everyone’s kept secure.” Tinkerkit sighed and stood up again. Where had she heard this before?
"These rules are for your safety, remember. Without us to protect you, you and all your little she-cat friends would be toast by now." Remembering a large, tan tom's words, Tinkerkit rolled her eyes.
“Though sometimes I doubt they have a clue what they’re talking about.” Tinkerkit gave a little giggle, happy that she wasn't the only cat who felt that the rules were unfair.
“Okay, so you’re bored. Well, so long as you’re quiet we can do anything you want. Any ideas?”
"If I knew what to do, I wouldn'ta asked you," she responded in an exxagerated whisper, leaning close. "Anything is fine; as long as it isn't playing the silent game."
Tinkerkit didn't like the silent game. She had asked an apprentice to play before, and he said that his favorite game was something called the 'silent' game. You had to close your eyes and be absolutely, positively quiet and not make a movement. The first cat to do something lost and had to... well... they hadn't worked it out yet, but they had to do something. The problem was that when Tinkerkit couldn't take it any longer and peeked, the tom was gone. It was just unfair. |
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Post by Brownsugar on Nov 12, 2009 12:26:26 GMT -5
Brownsugar [/size][/center] Brownsugar sighed again and resigned herself to trying to entertain the kit. “Right, so you want to play a game, and you don’t want to do it quietly?” The tabby tried to sum up Tinkerkit’s request, not understanding what she meant by the ‘silent game’. “Well, look, we can’t be too loud or we’ll wake Violetrose up, and she needs her sleep ‘cause she’s about to have kits.” She looked at the heavily pregnant queen worriedly, surprised she hadn’t been woken up already.
“We could...” Brownsugar trailed off hopelessly. What could they do, really? It’s not like they could play tag or rough-and-tumble, as much as the nanny loved them both. They could perhaps play make-believe, though it didn’t seem like the kind of thing Tinkerkit would enjoy; she seemed far too down to Earth for that, too much like Brownsugar herself. “Gah, I don’t know what we could do, everything I can think of is too loud."
She lay her head on her paws grumpily, then brightened as an idea came to her. “Hey,” She whispered, just as quiet as before but with a lot more enthusiasm. “How about hide and seek, I bet you’re good at that.” She watched the kit hopefully. Brownsuagar was young, so young that had she chosen to be a huntress she would still be an apprentice. Even so she knew kits very well and she was all too aware that they were difficult to please; there was a good chance Tinkerkit would refuse the idea, and what Brownsugar would suggest then the tabby had no idea. Using: Brownsugar Word count: 263 Muse: Eh, not awful, but not so good as before |
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Post by ~{Tinkerkit}~ on Nov 23, 2009 18:32:33 GMT -5
“Right, so you want to play a game, and you don’t want to do it quietly?”
Tinkerkit nodded; she had said this already!
“Well, look, we can’t be too loud or we’ll wake Violetrose up, and she needs her sleep ‘cause she’s about to have kits.”
Tinkerkit gave an exasperated sigh and rolled her eyes. She understood this! She knew this! Why can't Brownsugar just get the poin and find a game? And yet she commanded herself to sit still and wait.
“We could...”
Tinkerkit raised her eyebrows up expectantly, waiting. She waited, and waited, but Brownsugar didn't answer. Right when she was about to give up and leave the den anyway, Brownsugar opened her maw again.
"Gah, I don’t know what we could do, everything I can think of is too loud."
Tinkerkit gave a 'humph!' and laid down. "This is one of those times when I wish I was an apprentice," she grumbled, putting her paws on her soft calico head.
“Hey," Brownsugar said, but Tinkerkit gave no answer.
“How about hide and seek, I bet you’re good at that.”
Tinkerkit brightened immediately and she sprang up to her paws again. "Okay, that sounds good!" she said happily. "You can count, and I'll hide."
She had made up her mind, and was already searching for a hiding space. She knew there was a small nook in the back of the den... and there was also a crack in the wall that might come in handy. Or... she could sneak out of camp! No, she thought. Brownsugar would find out too quickly. Besides, she'd get caught; if not by the warriors constantly patrolling camp, the apprentices would rat her out for sure. |
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