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Midnightpaw looked at the fledglings that had all laid themselves out somewhere in the room and then back towards the doorway. She was supposed to be watching the young things but in truth she wanted to go to the Ball. Being assigned to watch the fledglings for the Mothers could go to the ball was the worst strike of fate she had had in recent days. She would bet her food on Orrerypaw had something to do with it, that or Bacchuspaw they both seemed absolutely sticks in the mud like that.
"Alright here's the deal," her words were firm and she gave them her best 'hard' stare. "I'm going to go downstairs and you are all going to stay in here and go to bed. The sun is rising which means it's bedtime for the babies." Flicking her tail she let her eyes drag across all of them and tried to make significant eye contact with all of them. "Don't think about causing trouble, after all we're all just right downstairs." With that final warning she turned and hurried from the room eager to not miss too much to the festivities.
Ghostkit raised his head from where it had be laid on his paws, watching incredulously as their minder left the room. It often felt like the Mothers never let them have peace or space to even breath. Then again, Midnightpaw wasn't a Mother, she probably didn't care about yelling at them about bearing and manners all day was a fun pastime like the Mothers did. Glancing towards the window and the weak morning sun starting to make an appearance he had the sudden urge to go out and see the day.
They never got to be up during the day, kept on a strict schedule to not ruin their sleep patterns. But now it seemed like the opportunity was shoving itself in his face. Pushing into a sitting position he looked around at the others lazing about and made a choice. "So, we should wait and see if she comes back in a moment because she's caught playing hooky. And if she doesn't we should go outside!"
"You're ridiculous and going to get yourself in trouble, go to bed." The sharp hiss came from one of the largest nests, a extravagent little bundle of moss and excessive feathers and all sorts of soft things, so much so it practially swallowed the shape of the grey fledgling within it. All that could really be seen peering out were two tiny triangle ears and two glaring sunflower orange eyes.
Garnetkit had already been prepped to go to bed that night, all cuddled up in her nest and set to go to sleep like the good little obedient darling child she always was. Not because she had any respect for Midnightpaw; really she consider the she cat by all means beneath her, the older cat being a mere student while she herself was the daughter of a luminary. But she had appearance to up-keep, she had the image of the perfect child to maintain, and just because she was being cared for by a lower-class peon didn't dare mean she would let that image of herself slip. Not to mention, the fact that Midnightpaw had abandoned them just meant that sometime soon, she'd get the joy of being the good, obedient child who got to tell her daddy that the lady who was suppose to be attending them had abandoned them, and she knew her adoptive father well enough at this point to know he'd lavish her with praise for being so brave as to be let him know that the older apprentice had done something so selfishly stupid, and he's quickly turn his fire and brimstone ire to Midnightpaw.
She was about to fall asleep happily this thought in mind, until then Ghostkit had to speak up, forcing her to snap up her head and look at the other kit like he was dumber than a rock, as if her gaze would knock some sense into him. If he managed to sneak out, managed to get himself hurt or dispear, that would ruin everything, all the attention would be on that stupid moron and whatever gaggle of idiots he managed to drag outside and get injured, and then the attention wouldn't be on the fact she had been a very good and honorable citizen, it would be on the bunch of dumb kits that a small sum of search parties would be out trying to find and make well again. And she couldn't stand for that to be the case.
Hopping out of her nest with the sort of sharp and aggressive grace it was hard to imagine could be possible of such a gangely little kit, she marched over with an air of authority, as if she were one of the mothers herself, quickly snatching Ghostkit's ear in her jaws and giving his a rather harsh yank as she began to try and drag the tom back to his nest. There was no mercy or sympathy, Ghostkit wasn't like her, he had no reputation or authority. Actually, he was worse, because the rumor always was that he and his siblings were cursed, and he was the worst of them all, because while his siblings would eventually end up in the council, end up with some degree of authority that would perhaps outshine their cursed nature, Ghostkit was just cursed, useless, and trouble. The kind of stupid random face in the masses that she had seen her father handle all the time, and she was eager to handle the same way. With swift, violent correction, to put this nonsense out of the tom's head once and for all.
Post by vexing_ode on Apr 25, 2022 22:53:44 GMT -5
[ responding on my phone please forgive me ;-;]
Crystal can't give a large fake yawn and blinked innocently at the student, she wiggled herself down next to her sister mewing, " of course I'm too sleepy to do anything anyway " She gave another large fake yawn and pretended to nuzzle her white little face into her paws. It wasn't fair, she thought to herself. The rough-and-tumble kit wanted to enjoy the fair just as much, as everyone else. She had a plan though, as soon as midnightpaw left she was going to sneak out!
When's midnightpaw finally left the room and ghostkit spoke, Crystalkit purred, " that sounds like fun! I was just thinking the same thing!" She let out a squeak is she pushed against her sister to leap out of her nest and scattering moss everywhere. "Garnetkit you can stay if you want!" She teased sticking her young out at the grey kit. "And if you touch ghostkit like that I'm going to tell the mothers and they will make you confess!" She stood up for the lower rank kit blinking her eyes in fake innocence. "Selene wouldn't like that." Her mew was light and teasing but still a sinister hi t hid behind them.
"And if you touch ghostkit like that I'm going to tell the mothers and they will make you confess!" At the sound of Crystalkit's voice, Garnekit paused, her grip on Ghostkit's ear tightened a moment. So, so close to breaking skin, to drawing blood, but she wasn't stupid enough too; even in that moment of a blood-chilling knot in her stomach, so cold and raw and poisonous that it almost felt alive and bubbling in some vile way, she knew she'd regret it. And so slowly, ever so slowly, her grip that had once been treacherously close to slicing through the tender flesh of the other fledgling softened, loosened, and she turned her gaze back to Crystalkit. It was rarer to see the constantly appeasing, neutral expression leave Garnetkit's face. Even when she had been dragging Ghostkit back to his nest, sharp and cruel and aggressive with an air of power she had felt in that moment she held right to, there had been something still reserved and diplomatic to it, something still punctuated by some sense of decorum, of keeping appearances. But now, in that small, short moment that Garentkit's eyes met Crystalkit's, that politeness had all but broke. There was only something near to hate, ice cold, vicious hate. Because to threaten Garentkit's title of the darling child, to threaten her status as perfect, beyond scrutiny, was to threaten the core of her very existence, and there was nothing more world-ruining to her than that. To have it all stripped away by a random, nobody kit trying to stir the nursery into chaos, and then Crystalkit trying to accuse her of being the one causing trouble. Well, she wasn't about to have it.
She took one punctuated, deliberate step towards Crystalkit, her gaze locking on hers, and she made the extra point, almost mockingly clamping a paw down on Ghostkit's tail instead of moving any farther forward. "I," She started, her voice cold, sharp and calculated, practically clicking into the air like a impersonal ticking of a clock. "was just bringing Ghostkit back to bed. And considering that both of you seemed awfully eager to leave camp, I wouldn't be so quick to get any of the mothers involved if I were you." Her words were practically a hiss, but she kept herself from breaking into one, if only in some meager bit of self-control.