Neck craned high and elegant, the young kit strutted between his siblings. Festeringkit knew he was uniquely handsome out of his siblings and he had faith once day, when he was older, everyone else would agree with it. The other kits might mock him now, but when he was a warrior and all the she-cats hung on his paw, he'd laugh and show them all. If he was an awkward-looking kit with his thick short ropes of curly fur, making his body look twice as big but his legs and neck half as long, when he grew into it he'd become beautiful. Festeringkit knew it, so he looked after himself, and he practiced the graceful movements he'd need later on when everyone was watching him.

But, pausing, he glanced over at his other siblings with a frown. He had planned on practicing all day, so he hadn't grabbed any toys, but.... maybe that was a mistake. He really wanted to play. Maybe his siblings would let him use their toys?

Castawaykit was one of the more eccentric siblings of the litter. He rather seemed to like twoleg things, and had somehow managed to get a hold of a scarf, tied in a knot around his neck with the edges dragging down, and a golden loop earring attached to one ear. It had hurt, initially, to pierce it, but it was fine now, and he loved knowing that the glittery object was on display for all to see. After all, the young cat fancied himself a pirate.

As it was, he'd come prepared. Using the ribbon scarf, he'd stored a few jingly ball toys and a toy mouse. In his jaws, he carried a few actual mice by their tails, figuring that would last him the day, though he had half a mind to try his paw at fishing. How he'd get that far out on the lake, he wasn't sure, but he could attempt to build a raft, he supposed.

Burningkit was on the larger side of his siblings, bright orange like a flickering ember as he traveled through the undergrowth with his siblings. They were certainly a cast of characters, not that he knew any different. When his siblings found treasure, he generally took the rejects. Largely cause he liked them more than whatever stuff they were more interested in. His prize was a small crocheted pink headband with a sewn on bow that was thrown to the wayside and was probably meant for a twoleg child that he now got to wear around his neck. It was baggy now, not enough to where it dragged along the ground but enough to be noticeable, but he'd grow into it. It at least helped him carry the robin he had chosen from the fresh kill pile for this journey.

When they finally made it, he happily dropped the robin, the tension in his neck finally lessening. They all immediately went off to do their own thing and Burningkit was no different. He trekked along the edge of the beach, kicking some sand up as he wondered just how far he could go before getting scolded at. He paused when he felt something hard underneath him and dug it up, but it was only an empty shell and he tossed it behind him.

Renegadekit glanced sideways as her brother ran past shouting to Burningkit, the quick flash of his tongue protruding out at her quieting him for only a moment. The she-cat rolled her eyes and for an instant felt the urge give him a good wack across the head, her small needle claws unsheathed and dug into the dirt but she remained where she was.

"I hope you fall in." She mumbled openly not caring who could hear, her voice was smooth a tempting melody that if used correctly could draw you in.

"Twigs, vines, and something to either paddle with, or use to catch the wind." Castawaykit agreed with a short nod, already racing up and down the beach in search of sticks. Would this work? Probably not. But he was too young to care much about, or really even things about, the likelihood of it, so it didn't much matter.

Burningkit pulled himself up off the beach, rapidly approaching the treeline. For a large orange kitten, he wasn't awful at sneaking around but he was still a kit with no experience other than trying to avoid his parent's sharp gazes. At the line to the forest, twigs littered the ground and a few broke from underneath his weight. If they didn't, he tossed them backwards to fall onto the beach for Castawaykit to maybe find. Slipping past the barrier, a long vine almost tripped him up. Grabbing it, he hastily made his way back to the beach. "There's no fun in practicality though." He pointed out to his sister, dropping the vine.

"You always gotta have this negative thinking, huh Renegade?" Burningkit rolled his eyes, gathering all of his scattered sticks into one pile, "It if sinks, it sinks. We'll make it back to shore somehow. But it's better to believe it until that happens." He had no real reason to put all this blind faith into the raft, especially one just being thrown together for the heck of it, but he did. Far more positive, he was sure they'd be saved. But even if they weren't, he didn't mind. Maybe in death he'd finally be free from being under their mother's oppressive thumb.

Festeringkit was getting tired of playing by himself, so the dirty rag of a kitten strolled over to join his siblings. "Try it anyway. If you're lucky, Mom will rescue you. If not, more prey for the rest of us," he mewed cheerfully.

Tinykit rolled her eyes, keeping her distance from her siblings and their rather ridiculous ideas. A raft, really? She laid down and started tearing into the snake, her ears perked and listening to the conversation of those around her. "Papa, can you teach me how to hunt one of these? They are really good" she purred in amusement. Let them have their fun, she would have hers.