A Misty Little Meeting(Private)

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[attr="class","congrats"] Stormkit owl | words | 2 moons | words I had too much fun writting this. Stormkit sighed his siblings were being a drag again. Always up for playing or jumping like rabbits. That wasn't his style it caused too much energy and too much of his time. The silver tabby just wanted to sleep and have some small talk every now and then. What it too much to ask? He looked at nursery with a scowl had ever since the day Fogstone's attack. I will make him pay on one day.  Stormkit left the enraging thoughts to the wind as the cries of a nearby kit snap him back to life. "Oh shut, your face hole." He growled, "I'm younger than you but even I asked more mature. Grow up." He growled his golden eyes flashing like sun not even caring as queen glared at him. "You need to keep your kits in check. If they cry like that then you really a terrible mother."  Before the molly couldn't even speak was walked out the nursery. He needs a break from the nursery with those annoying little fleas. Maybe the Medicine cat's den would better than that little place of devil spawn. He seems a lot less nosy since New-leaf much to delight. He lied out in the patch. Sweet relief. Then he heard a cough from the cat next to him. "Well...Well...well if it isn't the sickly little Mistykit."  A hint of laughter flashed in eyes before dying down. "Tch...Tch...Tch...I made those the whole Leaf-bare without getting sick. It seems lucky was one my side. But you on other hand..." He chuckled darkly not need to finish the sentence. "What a poor little kit you are."

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Mistykit     Mistykit stifled let another cough. She had been feeling better for days now, but then the tightness had come back. She had almost missed it. Almost. But she should be able to fight it off quicker now. Soon I'll be able to go back to the nursery. Real soon. She was distracted by her thoughts, and the cough she had been holding back escaped her lips with a hacking sound. She quickly swallowed another bout down, but not before a cat she had never met before snide commented on her being sick. "That's my name, don't wear it out." She grumbled, glaring at the silvery tom with her newly colored amber eyes. They had started to change from blue a quarter moon ago or so, and her mother had remarked on how pretty the color was. Maybe not as pretty as blue, but it was a much less innocent color. Though I am flattered he knows my name. "It seems luck was on my side. But you on other hand... what a poor little kit you are." The little blue kitten rose the fur along her spine and spat at the other kit's paws, a mixture of both phlegm and saliva. Glad that's outta my mouth. Now I can flay him. "I don't need luck to beat your ass." She hissed, fuming. Her mother would have gasped at the word, but she didn't care. The tom-kit's pitying, sick tone make her want to throw up. Preferably in his face. I don't need his worthless scorn. Someday I will rule this clan! Tag: @blackfrost Notes: that escalated quickly xD

got you wrapped around my finger, babe

you can count on me to misbehave

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Stormkit

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- I wouldn't let anything stand in my way -

Stormkit was enough to his paws out of the of her spit. He tangled with her kind before and boy they are the pain. "You missed." The silver tabby said plainly, "You definitely did you work aim."  He yawned somewhat bored and yet interested in the misty's little tantrum. You really think you better than me, you better keep n your dreams. Rolling his eyes spoke, "A little kit like you beat me. I think your sickness has missed with your head." He stood proud and tall showing off his black marking for her to an eyeful. I grand as it little he sat back again. He wasn't in the mood to be a complete show-off yet. "The storm is always stronger than some little mist, young one. Just like a Willow tree will always banat a Oak tree. Plain common sense." Shouldn't your mother have taught you better?

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Mistykit     Mistykit let out a little growl of disapproval at the tom's words. "I am well aware, as I was not aiming for you. Would you like me to try again?" She asked, not making any effort to hid the sharp edge to her voice. He was showing off. The other kit was bigger than her, healthier than her, older than her. But that didn't make him better. Sure, maybe he was handsome in some cat's eyes. But his face was too long and his ears too big. His fur couldn't make up it's mind whether it was long or short, and mulled his tabby markings out of existence. He looked more like a molly than Mistykit's own sister! And what was he here doing calling himself better than her. She was a fine-crafted work of art, blessed by StarClan and her parent's genes. She gave a big sniff and settled her amber eyes back on the tom again. This sickness has done nothing but make me stronger. I have fought for my life while you stand here taking it for granted. But I won't explain that to you because you only hear what you want to hear. Still, his next jab sent the fur spiking along her spine. "Names mean nothing. What if I called you Slugkit? Would you still think you were better than me?" Storms are too loud. Mist comes in like a blanket and cloaks your senses, gradually taking you under until you are not aware of who and what and where you are anymore. I want to be like that. There are different forms of strength. Like he would know that. Tag: @blackfrost Notes: pulled some muse outta a hat

got you wrapped around my finger, babe

you can count on me to misbehave

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