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Castawaykit played with the pirate hat he'd gotten, staring into the clear, frozen edges of the lake as he positioned it atop his ears. It had been found in a dumpster, the forgotten remains of what the kittypets told him was a 'Halloween costume'. Well, whatever it was, he liked the hat.
"You look ridiculous. Your not actually thinking about wearing that, are you?" Divinekit teased, her voice full of laughter. She was the bully of the nursery. Always finding someone to torture for her pleasure. This time, it was Castawaykit with his funny new accessory that he had found in the dump. "It smells, too!" She placed a tiny paw over her nose to block the stench of the hat.
Post by Honeystorm on Nov 11, 2019 23:36:19 GMT -5
Castawaykit, despite Divinekit's determination, was not the cat to be picking a fight with. He was Foxstar's son, and the Priestess had made it quite clear, particularly to the adults, that he was untouchable. As such, he got whatever he wanted. And that included being sent with help to find this pirate hat. She wasn't wrong about the smell though.
The young god, convinced of his own power by his father Riverwolf, who'd briefly taken over WaterClan, once upon a time not so long ago, turned to her with a smile that was as vicious as it was proud. "Well of course I am. What better to sail the high seas with?" The young floof replied, his tone downright dripping with self-importance. He spent most of his nights in his mother's den, and so, really, he hadn't seen much of Divinekit. Not that he cared either. "I can make you my anchor, if you'd like. You seem like a good raft stopper."
Generally, he was on pretty even ground with those around him, as he spent the most time with his littermates. And was downright spoiled by his parents. So, it wasn't hard to believe that he realized he could just turn her attitude back around on her with impunity.
Divinekit snorted, "I'd love to see you try, little Prince. Your so sheltered by your mama that you can't even see the light of day." She gave Castawaykit a hard shove in the chest. "What are you going to do, little Prince? Throw me overboard on your imaginary raft?"
If there was one benefit to being spoiled by as insane a cat as Foxstar, it was that her love had always come with a price. It came at the price of long days of doing what she taught them, and being taught over, and over, and over, just how helpless they were against her. Divinekit wasn't his mother, not by a long shot. She was just some nursery bully, a wannabe big shot who didn't have anything. So Castawaykit merely laughed in her face, grabbing her foreleg and digging in his claws without hesitation as she shoved him, dragging them both to the ground. Strength wasn't everything. If you couldn't fight harder, fight smarter. And he had no problems at all with putting his clanmate in a place where her wounds would need to be tended to.
"Least I have a mother, one who can kill leaders. Where are yours?" He didn't know her history, but since she seemed so focused on his mother, he may as well see about hers.
Hot pain shot up her arm as he dug his claws in and took her to the ground. Her eyes widened in shock and grief at the mention of her mother who had died to a badger. Then she grew angry and, while on the ground, gave a hard kick at the kit's muzzle before springing to her paws, feeling the sting of open wounds on her foreleg. "Your a fool. A pathetic forest cat and the son to a mother who doesn't even care about you!" She shot back, furious at Castaway. "If she truly loved you, she wouldn't try so hard to train you. She just wants to build a stronger clan. I bet you, she wouldn't even save your life. To her, your just another whiny kit. She could always have more, not like she has enough already. I bet Riverwolf isn't even your father. Your mother is just a kit maker and your just a number."
"And so what if I am? She's giving me the tools to make myself more, and for listening, I get everything I want. What do you have? An attitude? Well, I'm sure that will get you far." Castawaykit didn't need her to judge who was who in his life. It hurt, what she said, but he forced himself to let it roll off. Either it was true, and it didn't matter, or it wasn't, and she was trying to get under his skin.
He rubbed his muzzle as he stood, his smile sharper and darker than before. "If I'm pathetic, what does that make you? Picking fights you can't win to feel a little better about yourself? If my mother doesn't care about me, how much do you think she'd care about you? What worth is your life? She's cursed cats who wronged her, and killed even her own friends when they stepped out of line. If she can do that to everyone else, I wonder what more she could do to a little scrap like you when you have no one watching your back."
Divinekit licked the blood oozing from her wounds, grief tugging at her heart. She missed her mother and she assumed that was why she always picked on other kittens, to make herself feel better. However, she would never show it nor admit it. "You may be a spoiled little kit with a psychotic mother but at least I live the life of a normal kit. And your mother won't hurt me. She needs me. I'll be a strong warrior. I know hardship not spoiling. I have seen things in real life you haven't even seen in your nightmares. My hardship will make me a good asset to Sunclan. If strong warriors is what she desires, then she can't kill me. I'd be a better warrior than you. She will be so pleased with me that she'll hardly notice you. In fact, she would probably be ashamed of you." Divinekit really didn't want to argue anymore. Castawaykit was just as stubborn as Foxstar and arguing would be pointless. All she wanted was to make Castaway afraid of her. The more he was afraid of her, the better she would feel. The better she would feel, the stronger she would become.
"My mother needs pawns more than she needs warriors. She doesn't care about strength if you won't listen. And believe me, after she hears about this conversation, you will be nothing to her. I promise." He replied softly, picking up his fallen hat and trotting over to the lake, dipping it in the freezing water and swirling it around a moment before taking it out and setting it down. That'd help the smell. Divinekit might want him terrified, but that simply wasn't his nature. He'd been told his whole life he was a god, that he was destined for important things, and he was only just starting to get actual hints about what that meant. If his suspicions were correct, soon, he wouldn't need to be so close to Foxstar, so close even, to SunClan.
But, that also meant he couldn't be afraid of petty cats like the she-cat beside him. He had to be ready to face every threat, whether head on, or in secret. Because his job would be more important than Divinekit could ever hope to be.
"What are you a snitch now?" She hissed, taking a break from cleaning her wounds, watching him drop his hat in the water and then take it out again. She just wanted to go over to it and throw it in the lake for good. He was no god to her. He was a spoiled little rich boy and she hated that. Why was he so special? Why did he get all the attention? Everyone respected him because of who is mother was - or perhaps afraid, but not her. She didn't care who he was. He was no different than the rest of the kits in the nursery.
Post by Honeystorm on Nov 16, 2019 22:20:08 GMT -5
"Is it really snitching if I'm exposing someone disloyal?" He taunted, laughing. "You don't matter, alive, dead, or exiled, so why should I care?" Thinking of his hat, he turned towards the waterlogged ruins nearby. He would look so much better actually sitting in his raft on the lake, watching Divinekit be unable to follow. Or maybe he could simply shove her into the waters himself. This time of year, it was dangerous to spend too long in the water, and such an action would likely rid him of this annoying problem cat without consequence.
"I'm not disloyal" she growled, following him as he headed toward the ruins. She halted when she couldn't go any further. "Get back here! I'm not done with you!"
