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Why the tiny nearly charcoal she-kit constantly found herself on her way to annoy Kier she didn't know. Some might speculate it was a direct result of her being abandoned by her parents. Yeah that's totally not going to have a negative impact on her. For the moment her motivations were a mystery even to her. As the kit happily pranced up to the scrawny, scarred tom running this joint.
"Hiya Kier!" she chirped excitedly. Fireflykit was practically jumping in circles around her leader, trapping him in place for as long as he was willing to let her get away with it. Though she herself was oblivious to this fact as she was more enthralled with her own selfish desires of this encounter to pay attention to Kier's reaction to the situation.
"I'm ready to be apprenticed now" she stated, matter-of-fact-ly. "You could have my ceremony now if you like. OOOH! or you can show me the territory first then we can do the ceremony when we get back. Yeah I like that idea better, lets do that one!"
Kier had barely had a chance to set one paw out of his den when the kit accosted him. He immediately drew his paws back together, standing still as she skipped around him. A growl rumbled in his throat the entire time, his murderous gaze following her even as his head stayed still. Still, it was better than the times he had opened his eyes in his nest to see her horrible little face staring at him, their noses pressed together. At least she seemed to have learned some semblance of privacy and occasion. Ever since he had faked some stupid little signs to have Lilacpaw apprenticed as medicine cat — and half the reason had just been how easy it was to use a lilac in a sign, hissing to himself how degrading this was as he laid out the flowers — Fireflykit had been obsessed with him. He regretted the both of them every day of his life; any use they held was negated by how insufferable they were. "What?" he snapped at her as soon as she greeted him; as she continued, his eyes flicked to the side in irritation, lips twitching back into a silent, toothy snarl, like he would have given anything to tear her throat out. Only the knowledge that slaughtering a kit in full view of the rest of the camp was a perfect way to lose his crown stopped him; if he was going to off her, it would have to be when they were alone.
"You're not being apprenticed," he finally snapped back at her, leaning in and giving her an ugly little sneer, like they were equals in the nursery and not leader and kit. Truth be told, she would be the same height as him in another moon or two — and wasn't he dreading that day. "Because there are no apprentices. Are you an idiot? Your only mentor," he said the word with a derisive little shake of his head and his eyes raised to the cave roof, like it was a hippie concept, "is Snowblister — remember her? Your— oh, it's so hard to keep the two cats at the top straight — your deputy, isn't it? I'll make sure she gives you a beating next class to jog your memory. Now," he straightened and roughly pushed her aside with one paw, towards the glistening, blue-green pool, "go play in the water." Drown, he meant. Knowing his mate was expecting kits certainly hadn't made him any more paternal to brats that weren't his own. He stalked past her.
"What!?" She shirked, letting out a surprised gasp. Kier's words enough to stop her in her tracks, kicking up dust as she skidding to a halt in front of him. "What do you mean I'm not being apprenticed!?" Panic seeped into her tone as she stared at him, her green eyes wide, displaying for the first time in her admittedly short life, something resembling actual fear. "If I'm not made an apprentice am I going to be called Fireflykit Forever? How will I get my warrior name from StarClan without a ceremony!?" Did this mean that only StarClan themselves could declare someone an apprentice like they did with Lilacpaw? Had she missed her chance? Either purposely or just out of sheer ignorance, Fireflykit paid no mind to the loathsome glare the leader was giving her. What did catch her attention though was the childish sneer he shot her way, matching his energy she stuck her tongue out and him, her expression twisted in annoyance.
"I don't want Snowblister as my mentor, I want to learn from the best! Typically that's the leader, unless what you're really saying is Snowblister is better than you?" She half retorted, half asked as she stalked after him, having to hurry to keep up at first, she completely ignored what she thought was a mere suggestion to go play in the water. Splashing in puddles was for little kits, something she was convinced she wasn't.
"You get your stupid little suffix when Snowblister and I decide you're ready," Kier snapped at her over his shoulder. He ignored the question about StarClan. "So you'd better shape up. Anyway, a warrior name isn't everything — do you see me with one? No? A name is meaningless. Although, admittedly, I do agree. As far as they go, Fireflykit is a remarkably poor one."
I want to learn from the best! He whirled around to face her. "You're not going to be learning anything if you keep digging yourself this hole!" He used his paws to explain as he went on, speaking slowly and carefully like he was speaking to an imbecile. "There. Are. No. More. Mentors. Your deputy is teaching you how to be a useful member of our - yours and mine - new NightClan. I have other things to do." He didn't rise to the bait about Snowblister; whatever tension there was between them was private, not for the eager ears of meddling kits, and, truth be told, things between him and his deputy had been smooth since the ascension. They worked unexpectedly and inexplicably well together, and that wasn't going to be ruined by this brat standing before him. Kier crouched down and leaned in. "Do you understand that, you little idiot?"
Fireflykit blinked calmly as Kier got in her face, not even bothering to lean away as he stuck his face in hers. Without a word she raised a tiny gray paw, pressing it against his nose as she used her strength to push the tom's face away from hers. "Kier, we talked about this remember? You went on a whole spiel about 'Personal space' and 'privacy'." She gave him a pointed look, unaware of the dance she was doing so very close to death himself. Though even if she did, she'd probably just ask them to dance with her.
"If Snowblister is teaching the clan and everything else, what are you doing?" To her it was just an innocent question, not understanding the flippant connotation that came with her question. Tilting her head to the side, watching him curiously she tried to remember the last thing they'd done together. Though in this case together was subjective. To her every activity she forcibly tagged along on was one they did together. In her mind she was helping even if all she actually did was get under paw and push Kier further towards the brink of insanity.
Kier growled low in his throat, but he let his muzzle be pushed away by her tiny paw. We talked about this remember? He wanted to snap that he had talked about it — loudly, in the middle of the day while his mate lay there flicking her tail-tip, trying insistently to make this kit understand that when they were asleep she could not come and make herself at home to wait for him to wake up at the feeling that someone who was not meant to be there was in his den with him. But even though he’d lectured until he was close to frustrated tears, going around and around in circles to try to get through to her the one simple message that visiting hours were over, he could tell from the cruel, uncomprehending smile on her face that she was just going to do it again. And again. And again. That she didn’t understand. Or she just didn’t care. She was the greatest villain he’d ever had to face. And before he could burst into tears, he’d ordered her out of the den and, by some miracle, she’d actually skipped off and left him to collapse back into bed with his mate and sob out his anger into her neck fur. I hate her, he’d sobbed. I hate her so much.
And now, this little twerp was gaslighting him. He did the gaslighting around here. He’d tried to stalk off again, but at her question he spun back around. “Snowblister doesn’t do ‘everything else’,” he replied, putting on an ugly voice for her ignorant quote. “Snowblister does whatever I tell her to. You don’t want to know the things I do.” Hoping that would be threatening and ominous and impressive enough, he swept away again and continued down a long, winding stone passage deeper into the earth, hoping she’d stop following. The sound of dripping water echoed from the end of the passage.
