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The little kitten rolled about on the floor, paws swatting at nothing but air. His back arched and his body twisted. No one wanted to play with him today. No one at all! It wasn't fair really. His eyes fixed on the bodies of the other kits, turning to slits as he stuck his tongue out at them. They all wanted to spend time with the queens and sit there and let themselves be licked to death! Where was the fun in that!? He sighed and squrimed, coat sticking up at odd angles when he finally turned over onto his belly. He shook his head and glared at the kits and their mothers.

"Stupid kits..stupid queens...nothing to do...stupid ground..."

His words were mumbled and sad. He really had nothing to do right now. No one to play with...and his mother wouldn't go near him anyway, so he couldn't cuddle up to her. He raised his chin and got to his feet. Holding his diamond-stiped tail high he turned his back on the offending cats before plonking his behind onto the ground and huffing. Who needed them? Why did he, the soon to be apprentice, need kittten like them? He sighed and hunched up, looking sadly over his shoulder. He did need them. No one liked him, not really. And he just wanted someone to play with. Was that really too much to ask?

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.:[T]he cold sun beat down on the brown tabby's pelt. The darker stripes soaked in the little warmth the ball of heat could portray, while the lighter stripes rebounded the rays. The tom's chilled eyes looked clouded and in deep thought, but even one look into them you couldn't tell what he was thinking. No words came out of the cloud, because the cloud covered a wall, and that wall only Oakstar could penatrate.

.:[C]oming up to the lonesome kit, Hawkice snorted. He thought of his own lonliness that would overcome him and the harsh ways that would come back to him if Oakstar was denied everything she went to the Moonpool for. His iced eyes looked at the kit, and he stretched out a paw, and poked him in his ribs. Whats the look of pure death for? Hawkice's voice filled with amusement, and he sat back on his haunches. The kit looked tiny compaired to the overgrown warrior. His thoughts cleared for a few heartbeats as he looked at the soon-to-be-apprentice. He had an apprentice of his own now, and he couldn't have this one too. He kept his focus on the kit, and his ears scanned the terrain, searching for any sign of his apprentice. All well. No training today. He thought. She would have to learn some fighting skills tomorrow. Today, Hawkice's thoughts focused on the return of Oakstar, and the news she braught with her.

.: cold breeze ruffled Hawkice's fur and he turned his head to lick it down. A shiver peirced his skin and into his bones, and Hawkice stood up and shook his pelt, forcing the chill from his body. He looked at the kit, and licked the top of the little tom's head. Just wait a little longer, you will get a mentor. Hawkice's way of knowing little details like this was almost unreal, but he just sensed if there was something wrong, and he usually guessed. He turned his head, and snapped at a fly that bit into his shoulder, and he looked at the little tom and he sat back down on his haunches, waiting for the kit to speak.


Word Count ; ; 375
Post; ; Complete//Incomplete
Muse ; ; Exellent
Notes ; ; None

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Sandkit looked up to the warrior that approached, a little startled that he would. Most cats left him alone, his father had been an idiot, most though he was as well. This warrior was a tom, pelted with tabby and streaked with darker stripes. Although he would normally treat warriors such as this one with respect, Sandkit just huffed and turned his head away. He didn't want to be laughed at! He got enough of that from the others. The tom sat next to him, much to his annoyance. The little kit was fed up and he just didn't want to be talked to...especially by somone older and bigger then he was. He wanted someone his own age to talk to, not one of those kits that laughed at his way of talking and his way of playing. He didn't want a friend who just did what he asked either. He huffed, hunching his shoulders evem more and going off in his own little world. The rough scratch of a tongue on top of his head made him fluff up and yowl. He sent a glare the toms way then froze as he spoke.

"Why do you care? No one else does...like father like son..."

He twisted his head away and scowled. Now why had he said that?

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.:[T]he tom laughed at the little kit. His ferocity was diminishing, and his temper rising. The kit was a funny little thing. After Hawkice licked the tom's head, the little yowl came from the tom and then his sticky words came. Why do you care? No one else does...like father like son... Hawkice twitched his ears back, but only for a heartbeat. He shook his head at the little kit. Now, what is that supposed to mean? His voice was cold and harsh, and almost as icy as his eyes. Hawkice wasn't one to take mouse-dung from other cats, especially one that isn't even an apprentice yet.

.:[H]awkice's eyes beat down on the young kit, they looked blank and cold, hollow. The cold breeze died down, but Hawkice's glare was even colder. He stood straight up, still on his haunches, his shoulders braud, and his muscles rippled with the slightest movment under his brown tabby fur. Hawkice was a powerful cat, and he was a naturally mean cat, but now, after this kit just disrespected him, he naturally would have knocked the feline head over paws in the dirt, but Oakstar had semi-tamed that meanness from him, but only slightly. He let another set of lyrics come from his maw, and they slithered around the little kit. You know, I have the power to delay your apprenticeship, and those kits you oh so despise would become apprentice's before your sorry mouse-brain could. He looked directly at the little kit, and then he stood up, stretching himself, letting the blood flow easier. He then turned around, and started walking to the leader's den, as if Oakstar was there to tell her about this disrespectful little kit.

.:[H]is movements were slow, like his normal walk, but fast enough to look like he actually might do it. He wanted to see what this little kit would do, attack him? Call out? Apologize? Hawkice suspected either an attack or a cry of wait. But Hawkice would not expect an apology. His brown tabby body moved gracefully, his muscles complimenting every movement and reflected underneath his pelt. His stub of a tail was held straight out, and his ears were slightly pointed behind him, to catch any sounds or movements the kit would make, and Hawkice waited for it too.

Word Count ; ; 399
Post ; ; Complete//Incomplete
Muse ; ; Good
Notes ; ;I hope you know that I dont hate your Charracter, but this is how I roleplay Hawkice. He is very evil and desieving, but he does have a bit of love in him.. ^.^

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"Now, what is that supposed to mean?"

Sandkit breathed in sharply at the words. They were cold and harsh, freezing his skin and making him shake. The tone was so unlike it had been, the tom gone from almost friendly to like a twoleg in less time then it took to blink. Sandkit stared up at the cat, yelow eyes wide and glazed with fear. The tom was still sitting on his haunches, but sitting tall and straight with a fierceness that shoked the little kit. What had he said now? What in Starclan had got him riled up like this? The muscles moved under the warriors pelt and he hadn't even begun to walk away.

"You know, I have the power to delay your apprenticeship, and those kits you oh so despise would become apprentice's before your sorry mouse-brain could."

Sandkit froze, fut standing on end. The tom had no right! He couldn't do that! He just couldn't! The chance of being a warrior was all he had now that his father had gone and his mother and siblings hated his guts. The other kits weren't anything to him, but the chance to show everyone wrong was. This tom didn't have the power anyway. The big cat made to walk away, each movement of his legs strong and powerful. His tabby pelt gleamed as the muscles shifted and pushed at the skin. he was getting further and further away from the kit and then his determination broke.

"And why would you do that? You're heartless! You're nothing but a monster! I've not done anything to you! Nothing at all. All I asked was why did you care! I didn't do a thing! You can't do anything! You don't have the right!"

The little kit was on his feet now, paws barced for the hit he was sure would accompany that. His mind raced. What had he done to upset the warrior? He hadn't been disrespectful in anyway. Not that he knew. All he had asked...then he'd said something else. His eyes widened. He'd done it again. he'd missed some words out. And he couldn't remeber what they were!

Status :: complete
Notes :: of course not! it's so fun writing this little kit getting riled up ^^ Please don't kill him by the way

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.:[T]he mere shrill of the little kit made Hawkice smirk and turn his head on the kit, whom now looked like a little ball of fluff. His words sunk into the Tom's skull and his eyes narrowed. Once the little speech was over, Hawkice took one leap and landed infront of the kit, his hot breath breathing into the small kits terrified face. He raised a singled paw, and then held it in the air, like he was frozen in place. Slowly, he put his paw down as he sat back on his haunches. His breath came out in a sigh, and he looked at the kit. You are strong Sandkit, but that mouth of your's is going to get you into more trouble than my own temper could manage up. These words I speak true. You will become a good warrior in due time, but keep your words to yourself, and you'll be fine. The words the tom mewed flowed calmly but no warmth was in them, and they caught with the gentle breeze.

.:[H]awkice could be wise when he wants too. He saw himself in this little kit, and thats what made Hawkice curious. It wasn't his temper that aroused him, no, it was his family. Hawkice could relate so well to this little kit, but the tom only saw Hawkice for Hawkfrost, the ancient cat told in nursery stories as the evil cat of Riverclan. He shook his head and cuffed the tom over the ear with a heavy paw. He lifted himself off of his haunches and walked towards the warrior's den, his eyes clouded with thoughts of the kit and of the stories of Hawkfrost. Had he really acted like the evil tom oh so long ago? He shared the same name, well, a name with a similar meaning.

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aw's as large as a kits head kneaded his bed, as if he were going to sleep on it, but he just sat down, his mind spinning more words into knots, and not getting anywhere. His thoughts continued on like this for who knows how long. Finally, the tom tucked his legs underneath him, and he put his head in his paws. Exhaustion came over the tom that he had not felt before, and his eyes closed, and sleep came over him.

Word Count ; ; 395
Post ; ; Complete//Incomplete
Muse ; ; Okay
Notes ; ; I'm so confused about whats happening at school.

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