The mischief

[Ivykit]

The sun was high in the clear sky, not a cloud to ruin the blue mass. Small rays of light were breaking through the smallest of gaps in the toughened gorse walls which encloses the nursery, where new life remains until they're old enough to venture out and be mentored by a chosen cat, selected only by the powerful leader who was as black as the night sky; only a glimmer of the piercing emerald eyes gave away the leaders presence in the swamping darkness. Shuffling in the gorse wall was the only indication that there was life in the nursery, well life that was awake anyways. "I'm.Bored!" came the ringing of a certain, well know, little puff of fur. The roar caused a single leaf to fall down from the roof of the nursery. "Ooo!" came an excited squeal and debris got swished out of the way by a long, powerful, snake-like tail. Two dainty black paws got placed one in front of the other and followed by a small rump resting on their power, swaying with the small breeze which ruffled black fur ever so slightly. A tiny head lowered until it was a mere inch from the soft, soothing ground. Then a large thump occurred and a lot more debris fell down as a tiny kit rammed into the nursery wall, causing it to violently shake, and luckily enough, not break.

"I got it!" Came the excited yelp of Ivykit as she held triumphly between her teeth, a small crumpled leaf. Her emerald eyes glowing with pride, she trotted forward to the entrance of the nursery and yowled to the rest of the camp "I got it!" The mischievous kit then bounded over to the fresh kill pile and laid her 'kill' onto the top of the pile, she then sat there happily, swishing her tail which was bushed out with excitement, and admired her contribution. Ivykit always tried helping the camp and even though she knew this was no good, she liked the feeling shooting through her body. I wonder if Pebblefur needs feeding? She thought to herself and just in case, she gripped her teeth around the small white fluffy carcass of a rabbit and she gave a huge heave to drag the fluffy beast from the top of the 'mountain' as she likes to call it. The weight of the kill was so mighty, the small kit needed to pace backwards tentatively in order to get the present to the queen. Eventually she dragged it through the Nursery entrance and laid it at Pebblefur's feet "thought you might be hungry" she mewed which was accompanied by a huge smile.

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[OoC: Ya do know it's the middle of Leafbare right? There'd be snow everywhere, and all the Clans are struggling for prey.]

Black stripes stretched as the little kits chest rose and fell in time to her breathing. Her silver tail was wrapped tight over her pink nose in an attempt to block out the chill. Despite the warriors best efforts, it was still somewhat cold in the nursery, and not even the warmth of her siblings and her mother could stop her from shivering at times. Several loud squeals and thunks pulled the silver tabby kit back into consciousness. She lay with her eyes still closed as she tried to work out who it was making the racket. It didn't take much effort. The rowdiest kit in the nursery at the moment was Ivykit, orphaned and alone, without siblings or any other family. In all honesty Moonkit pitied her, though she didn't know why - Ivykit didn't seem to care less, and it wasn't as though she was short of denmates to play with. With all the patience of a stalking warrior the little she-kit waited until she heard Ivykit leave before opening emerald eyes, yawning and stretching profusely. A shiver racked her skinny body and for a heartbeat or two she was tempted just to turn around and go back to sleep, only this time squashing Rowankit instead of Snakekit. Ivykit needs a playmate! she reminded herself, curling her tail in a final stretch. Silver paws managed to pick their way across the heaving masss of fur that was her family, half blood and half adopted. None stirred, not even Pebblefur, who was usually an expert at waking up when an escape or adventure was being planned. The little tabby's eyes grew dark as she gazed at the sleeping queen, taking in the crusted eyes and nose and the rasping of her breath. Pebblefur had been diagnosed by the medicine cat as having whitecough. Moonkit cringed as she realised just how much worse her mother had become since then - sometimes unable to sleep for the hacking cough that kept her kits up as well.

'This is so unfair..' she whispered, licking the top of her mothers head as though their roles had been reversed. Having already lost one mother she dreaded losing the second, especially since Oakkit and Rowankit were still drinking milk, being a moon or more younger than her and Snakekit. Rustling sounds from outside the den snapped the little kit from her reverie and sent her bouncing across the dry floor of the nursery to wait, haunches wiggling, next to the entrance. Her black stripes helped her to blend with the shadows til only her gleaming eyes were truly visible. As Ivykit came into view, dragging what could only be half of the fresh-kill pile along with her, Moonkit stopped her wiggling and became still. She watched the black kit lay her find next to the grey and white queen and beam at her as though she had brought StarClan themselves to visit. Moonkit smirked and resumed her wiggling. She was just about to take a few cautious pawsteps towards her target when a strong gust of icy wind shot through a small hole in the wall behind her, taking her completely by surprise. She squealed loudly as the wind pushed at her tail and span around - lashing out with tiny forepaws at the invisible enemy!

[Ivykit]

<Occ Opps sorry! I never said otherwise though Just a it of uhh sunshine out of no where and an scrawny rabbit (i am only tine) to technically i can be let off and this is only short and undetailed as i am doing revision around this post >

Tiny sharp teeth gripped around silver fur. Black blending in with black stripes. A long black tail coiling around a larger body. Ivykit dragged her littermate away from the icy blast. The pelt of the moon-resembling kit tickled the she-kit's nose and caused her to let out a loud, high pitched sneese which sounded more like an almost inaudiable squeak, loud for a squeak though. Ivykit's fur bristled as her body violently shook due to the natural defence of her body. "Brrrrr" she shiverred "what happened to the sun?" almost in tears over the sudden weather change she totally forgot Moonkit was there, instead Ivykit was too busy looking up with pleading emerald eyes and her bottom lip quivering, but not to Starclan. Just to the sky in general. Suddenly she whipped her head to the side and her eyes snapped onto Moonkit "hai Moonkit!" she yelled in a happy Ivykit way "I haven't seen you in aggggeeeeessssss. Where ya bin?" She put another one of her smiles on "do you want to see my kill?? It's on the fresh kill pile!" She used her long tail to point towards the nursery entrance "you can help me fill it up!"