[KASH!] Shimmer and the Kits

[//Cindy// l u n a]

Shimmer let the kit climb onto her, liking the creativity of the move.

Ice laughed at his sister, and batted at her again, trying not to give her a chance to get up.

[Shmee]

Luna hissed at Ice snapped her tiny jaws at his face. "Get off!" She spat, trying to push him off of her.

[//Cindy// l u n a]

Ice tumbled over and away as his sister pushed him, and his head landed in a small patch of damp ground. He stood up, shook off, spat out the dirt that had gotten into his mouth, and sneezed loudly. Now annoying, and muddy, he snarled at Luna.

[Rayvn]

Frost batted her mother's ear with a half-exteneded claw.

[Shmee]

Luna stuck her tongue at Ice. She ran towards him, snarling.

[//Cindy// l u n a]

Ice decided to use his weight, and faced his oncoming sister, standing solidly. She wouldn't be able to move him.

Shimmer flicked her ear out of the way, and suddenly rolled onto her side. If the kit kept holding on to her, she would get squished.

[Shmee]

Luna ran at Ice, but turned and started to run to the right. She quickly turned at charged at his side, hoping that he wouldn't know what she was doing so that she could knock him over.

[//Cindy// l u n a]

Ice caught the trick, and turned to face her. He lifted a foot to maneuver the change in direction, and, just as he did so, Luna slammed into him, diagonally, half at his side and half at his face. He was knocked off balance, but managed not to tumble over. Instead, he lashed out with a paw, large relative to his sister's, small compared to the foreleg of a fully grown feline.

[Shmee]

Luna jumped back, but still got hit by Ice's paw. She moved her shoulder towards the paw that way the paw didn't hit her in her face. As soon as the paw made contact with her shoulder she turned, trying to bite at it. To grab it with her tiny, sharp teeth. Trying to pull it so that Ice would lose all of his balance and fall over.

[Rayvn]

Frost let go qickly, pushing off her mother to jump off and land safely before leaping at the she-cat on the ground, attempting to reach her belly or throat before she rolled all the way over.

[//Cindy// l u n a]

OOC: By the way, Rayvn, your siggie is stretching the page a little bit. I cropped it a little for you, so, please either do that yourself or use this: i64.photobucket.com/albums/h191/cinderstorm/Skylar-Tyler-2.gif

Ice let out a sharp, involuntary yelp as small teeth tore into his poor paw. They yanked, and he was pulled to the ground, towards his sister, too distracted by the pain in his paw to stop the clumsy fall.

Shimmer purred through gritted teeth as her kit got to Shimmer now-exposed soft throat and underbelly. She used a paw to knock Frost away, then praised her daughter: "Excellent technique," she meowed, giving a swift, cleansing lick to first herself, then the kit in front of her.

[rex.]

'for so young, yes, I'd agree.'
came a drawling voice from behind loners. Silhouetted faintly by the sun, the infamous Rex stood rigid as he watched the miniature fight develop. there was another tom standing beside him, his face turned slightly away from the others, but his yellow eyes still glared down at Shimmer and the others. his expression was unreadable; it was a mix of fear, anger, anxiety, and hate. This Rex was much smaller than the one beside him and had a flaming red pelt that some parts were so fine and short-grown, the color seemed to fade into his flesh.

Tousle pelt didn't move from his spot, and neither did his young companion, as he waited for Shimmer to acknowledge his vague approval of her kits.

[//Cindy// l u n a]

Shimmer turned, and nodded simply. "Thank you, Touslepelt." she said, her voice amiable but eyes cold with lack of emotion. She had put up her mask, hiding all feelings that she didn't care to express or acknowledge. "This is Ice," she meowed, flicking her tail toward the white rex. "This is Luna," she continued, the white plume pointing in turn at the multicolored she-cat. "And this is Frost." She nodded at the cat who was much a smaller, wavy-furred version of herself. Shimmer didn't ask about the other cat; Touslepelt would explain if he wanted to and wouldn't if he didn't.

Ice took a slow, curious step forward. He looked at his siblings, himself, and then Shimmer, then the larger tom, and something clicked. There was a certain resemblance between Touslepelt and he... "Are you my dad?" he asked, his tone half confused and half amazed. He walked another mouse-length toward his father, and then stopped, as his mother had placed a paw in front of him, clearly not wanting him to go farther.

Shimmer watched Touslepelt, stopping her son from going any farther. She didn't know what the kit's father -her mate, if you could stretch the definition- would do, and her motherly instincts kept her from letting Ice continue to move toward him.

[rex.]

Touslepelt Blinked at Shimmer to indicate that he heard the names- and would remember them. Touslepelt's mind was a great vault of information and ideas, and everything he ever saw heard or thought/ planned was retained in his mind...everything but the names of a few she-cats he had courted with....the rex looked down at the tom behind him, who was apparently avoiding eyes with him. Touslepelt shrugged inwardly; if thats they way he felt, then touslepelt felt no need to acknowledge him either, or at least not now...

The loner looked back when he heard a small timid voice. the word 'dad' certainly registered, it seemed hard for the rex to think of himself as a protective figure at all. he quite honestly hated the thought of takiing care of anyone but himself. you could call him self absorbed but, the it wasnt that the rex thought he was better than everyone else (which honestly wasnt too far from the truth ) but he didnt see anyone else's problems his concern.
but even so, Touslepelt said nothing.

and it wasnt until a few second of silence that the auburn rex beside touslepelt turned his his head to try to read the larger tom's expression, similtaniously revealing the rest of his face; a grotesque colloge of scars that ran across this right eyelid, across his nose, and over his left cheek were now visible to the group of loners before him. realizing this, He quickly turned his face away again, not truely knowing if anyone had noticed his gruesome face, or not, but perferring for it to stay the latter.

[//Cindy// l u n a]

OOC: Kits! Where are you...?

Shimmer watched Touslepelt silently. He didn't seem to notice the question her son had asked him, so Shimmer meowed, "Yes, depending on your definition of Dad." She didn't explain to the now confused Ice what she meant, that was for Touslepelt to understand, and not her kits. She didn't want him to have any hand in their raising, though maybe one in Ice's training. That was different. They were her kits, not his, and she wouldn't let the kits (or Touslepelt, not that he would care) forget that.

Ice looked at his father interestedly again, and walked around Shimmer's carefully placed foreleg. He crept toward this strange cat, looking up into his eyes, hoping for the large cat to look down and see him.

Shimmer was about to knock him back, when something else caught her attention. The smaller tom had turned his face to show a display of scars that ran across it, and Shimmer's peripheral vision had caught the movement. She mastered any show of emotion that could have been seen in her eyes, which was a talent she had developed over years of tricking and killing. She really had no reason to care anyway; he wasn't an acquaintance of hers. Just another reason to keep my kits out of his paw, she thought of Touslepelt. And because of this, the emotions that she was trying to control, which were very few and very careless, multiplied. Now she struggled (And succeeded, but not by much) to hide a feeling of sympathy. I'm Shimmer! I don't feel sorry for people! she told herself. Why had she had kits in the first place? Her she was turning into some sort of crybaby idiot who had as many kind thoughts as a ThunderClanner! But she still managed to keep them inside her and not visible, so her internal debate stayed internal. Instead, she meowed to one-time mate, "I was wondering if you would like to help me teach them to kill." She used the word 'kill' instead of 'fight' because she could see that it might be a slightly more useful talent. Killing involved fighting no matter what; one could get away without killing in a fight.