Lucky Star(Private)

[Aria]

Brindlekit * The Bully * To Control

The grey she-kit lied in a nest fit for well-the best. She had successfully beat down another opponent who dares to challenge her for this spot. Haha..they will soon on to fear the name Brinblekit. One day she would be an apprentice and have great adventures without having to deal with Aspenkit or her mother nagging. Why can't they be like Auntie Brindleburr? She is the best into all of Fireclan cat. Curling up about to take a well-deserved nap when moss-ball hit her right int the face. "Arrgggg!" Who did that?  Someone was going to pay and the close kit was ...eh... Cloverkit. He must have done it and she going to get revenge. Enraged she rose like a bear and walked over to him. He a lot like he aunt Froststar hopefully he wasn't that bad. "Hey, you Are you did throw that moss-ball?" She pointed with trash that infected her nest.

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Tags: Demonic
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[Demonic]

Cloverkit FireClan || Male || Deaf Kitten Cloverkit was equally an observer as he was a doer. Usually, he would take part in group activities and games. Sure he wasn't able to play a lot of them, thanks to his apparent 'defect' but he didn't let that stop him too much. Today, however, Cloverkit simply sat on the sidelines and watched as his siblings and other kits batted about a ball of moss. He smiled to himself, they looked so happy. Their mouths moved silently as they communicated to one another in a way Cloverkit just couldn't. He was able to pick up some of the things they were saying though through lip reading. 'Here it comes!' One seemed to call as another appeared to chuckle beside them. But the kit the moss ball was headed towards missed and suddenly whipped around to see where it landed. Cloverkit caught sight of their lips, 'look out!' The kit seemed to say. The moss-ball hit bang in the middle of a grey kitten's face, causing the group to suddenly cower in fear while Cloverkit watched on. Confused and curious at the same time. As the group scattered, he stayed put. Frozen as fiery amber eyes landed on him. The she-kit padded towards him, a good deal shorter despite the age difference. Cloverkit had to squint at her as he tried to understand. It was hard to read her lips when they were drawn back into a snarl. Something, something, throw that moss-ball? Does she think I did it?  Cloverkit looked around the nursery, unaffected by the intimidating aura belonging to the kit in front of him. Why are they so scared of her? He met her eyes, deciding to take the noble approach. He didn't throw the moss-ball, but considering the reaction of the others. He'd rather her wrath be put on him than some smaller weaker kitten. She didn't seem so bad anyway.  Cloverkit shrugged indifferently. He tried his best to think and mimic how the best reply was properly formed, "Maybe I did." He said. Unable and not knowing how to make it sound like a question. Maybe I did? Does it matter? I'm sorry you got hit. Is was he wanted to say. But to those who could hear what spilled from his lips, he sounded blunt. Defiant. He sounded like someone looking for a fight.  Tag: Aria Words:  Notes: Miscommunication fight go!

[Aria]

Brindlekit * The Bully * To Control

Brindlekit lashed as amber eyes bore in slightly younger tom-kit. He didn't seemed to like others kits but what is kit do. Maybe he could be a new chew toy. The made smirk on her face turns into a wide wolfish grin. He got guts, for a defected kit. But didn't they all. She knew a crowd was forming to watch a titan take on the little bug. "Do you who I am, runt?" Though Brindlekit couldn't growl yet she made a good attempt at one. "I am Brindlekit, The Bad Brindle. Daughter of Ashflight and Boudlerfang." While focused on the piece of dead mean, she crouched. "And you mess with the wrong kit." She bolted forward ready to slam head into her opponent. No mess with me and get away with it.

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Words: 141
Tags: Demonic,
Art Credit:
Attack:XIV80G|N+1
Defend:+1
Notes: I hope you don't mind rolls·

[Demonic]

Cloverkit FireClan || Male || Deaf Kitten Cloverkit stared at the smaller kitten, confusion clear on his face. Did she always talk with a snarl? She was so difficult to understand. For some reason, his answer didn't please her.  Baring her teeth, the fiery kit was up in his face moments later, mouth moving with no sound coming out. Cloverkit didn't even flinch. He simply continued to squint at her lips in an attempt to read what she was saying. There was a crowd forming now. Whatever she was saying obviously wasn't good.  Bad Brindle? What kind of name is that? Who calls themselves 'bad brindle' that's so stupid- AH! Cloverkit didn't pick up much, the warrior names Brindlekit spat were lost on him and so was the threat that came right before she lashed out. Her name was all he deciphered from the unreadable insults. It caught the deaf kitten completely off guard. How did things get so heated so suddenly?  Cloverkit tumbled to the ground with a loud thud and felt it reverberate through him, making him groan in pain. Shock quickly turned into unrestrained anger as he glared up from his position on the floor. "Stupid!" He snapped. Not able to word a more colourful insult - he didn't know how to speak that many words currently. Leaping to his paws, the impulsive kitten moved to pounce on his attacker, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and anger heat the tips of his ears. Surrounding kits gasped, though Cloverkit didn't hear it. All he was focused on was the feeling of coarse grey fur as he got back at the overreactive bully that was Brindlekit. Tag: Aria Words: Notes: Poor bean xD Brindle so mean

Attack: Nrk47ivc

Defence:  + 1

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[Aria]

Brindlekit * The Bully * To Control

Brinblekit cocked her eyebrow sidestepping out of the way of what-the-name this kit."I heard better barking from a dog." Not true because she has never since a dog before. Brindleburr was freak out if she went that far away from camp. She would see them in due time but the pressing matters were making this pain for ruining her nap.

"You need to move faster if you want too much as hitting me." The was going to the talk of the nursery for sure. However, she couldn't glaring at little pest who was cheering his name. "Quiet or you're next!" The molly barked and the went a quiet as a moth. If any they should be cheering her name through the nursery."So your name is Cloverkit, huh?" She chuckled getting into defensive position. "Well, you feel lucky, punk." The old saying is she heard her Aunt Brindleburr say and seem the fit this situation nicely. This was going to be a day to remember alright.

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Words: 166
Tags: Demonic,
Art Credit:
Attack:rcNdcxQr+1
Defend:+1·

[Demonic]

Cloverkit FireClan || Male || Deaf Kitten Cloverkit skidded across the floor as his paws hit nothing and he landed in a heap once again - Brindlekit had deftly dodged his attack. In no time at all, however, the determined kitten scrambled to his paws. Just in time to catch his opponent snapping at an innocent bystander. ”Leave alone!” He tried to say, his words warbled with emotion as he forgot the extra words that made it a full sounding sentence. Why was she picking on the others still, she was only supposed to be mad at him. Something, something, -Cloverkit, huh? His opponent said and appeared to be chuckle at, judging by the way their body shook and a wolfish grin appeared on their face. If the snow white kitten didn’t know any better, he would say a slither of fear crept up his spine at that moment. Was he really going to get into a fight with someone for something he didn’t do? ‘You feeling lucky, punk?’ Cloverkit read Brindlekit’s lips. Someone had to stop her from being this way. Besides, what a massive mouseturd And so, in another futile attempt, Cloverkit pounced at Brindlekit once again.. Tag: Aria Words: Notes: If she gets 9 9 three times in a row I’m calling hacks xD

Attack: s4otY2Od

Defence: + 1

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[Aria]

Brindlekit * The Bully * To Control

Brindlekit was getting quite bored of this fight. She was winning at every angle. Yet again and went charge slamming her small mass into Cloverkit. He moved out of the way. "I guess you were but a little." This boosted her ego a little much but she needed to prove her. Nobody missed with her, the greatest she-kit in all of Fireclan. She could tell that the other kits shaking in fear and terror. They knew their place but did Cloverkit know his? "Just give up while I'm being nice unless you want me to stop going easy on you?"

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Words: 121
Tags: Demonic,
Art Credit:
Attack:fUD0g3UD+1
Defend:+1
Notes: Fixed it up a little. rip the nines·

[Demonic]

Cloverkit FireClan || Male || Deaf Kitten Cloverkit was standing awkwardly to the side, having just narrowly avoided another attack. By pure luck, of course, he admittedly hadn’t meant to. His head was ducked, he was panting too and yet his eyes were locked on Brindlekit. Not on her own fiery orbs, but on her lips. Cloverkit wasn’t new to sparring. He and his sister did it all the time. This, however, wasn’t like how siblings fought. He couldn’t remember what even started this in the first place but this certainly wasn’t a game. He doubted it ever was. "Just give up while I'm being nice unless you want me to stop going easy on you?" His opponent hissed, her words hard to read due to the gnashing of sharp pin like teeth. The white tom-kit felt a growl bubble up from his stomach to chest to throat and felt incredibly satisfied with the feeling. He didn’t know what it sounded like, but the rumble was enough to ground him. So much so that he smirked, a sign of his usual playful self. On top of that, Cloverkit shrugged before mimicking what Brindlekit had said, ”I’m feeling lucky.” His retort was certainly heard by those around him and emotion slipped into the sound of his cocky yet somewhat growled meow. She had caught him off guard, Cloverkit wasn’t going to let her get away with it. He was not laying down for some kit with a big ego. With that, he rolled suddenly to the right. Finally using some strategy than pouncing head on. He was still a kit though and there was little finesse in the movement, but the younger kits appeared impressed. When he rounded on Brindlekit’s side, he pounced. Aiming to push her to the ground. Tag: Aria   Words: Notes: Sorry for the wait! Maybe lil Clover will have a chance to get his own back now :P

Attack: qiC2wI7a
Defence: +1

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[Aria]

Brindlekit * The Bully * To Control

Brindlekit didn't take kindly to back the back sassy Cloverkit gave. He was stealing the show as other kits chanted his name. What the pest he was, when this was over everyone would see just who was the boss around here. I hope the lucky hold out because I will not hold back. She readies herself watchful the white fuzzyball like a hawk. Just like she did with Pikekit but he was a different story. 

So lost in thoughts, her mind trail off her opponent. A big mistake was pinned down to the ground like moss-ball."Lucky Shot." She barked at him with grunt trying to shake him. No, I was winning. This can't-I would be best by Cloverkit! Her ego was taking a massive blow and cheers rang out for him. No!

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Words: 138
Tags: Demonic ,
Art Credit:
Notes: I think he has turned the tides as I am giving this hit.
Attack:yk8YoFBe+1
Defend:+1·