Looking for Fleecekit {open!}

[silvercloud]

Midnightkit smiled. He saw that his words had hit home. Midnightkit composed himself, and meowed, "Nothing. Just playing." As a playful, kit-like shine appeared in his eyes.

[wynnyelle]

Crescentkit didn't like the way he smiled, but she couldn't imagine that he had any ideas nearly as sinister as he did. He think's he's won. But Crescentkit was far from giving in.

[pantherfang]

Pantherfang snorted, "Right. And dogs won't eat kits." He said with a flick of an ear. "The clan does not need kittish bickering right now. Shape up or you'll be taking care of the elders and skip becoming warriors unitl you yourselves are elders." He said coldly. He never did tollerate kits much, he only wanted good warriors and well trained apprentices.

[wynnyelle]

Crescentkit gulped. "I'm sorry. But--Midnightkit wouldn't leave Fleecekit alone. Someone had to help him."

[silvercloud]

"Now sister, you heard the warrior, Pantherfang- we must stop kittish bickering." He meowed in a pleasent, totally inoscent voice.

[pantherfang]

"Don't play suck up." He snaped at the kit. "And as for that. Instead of trying to finish a battle you abviously can't win, then walk away or go get your mother like a normal kit. Although i must say," He added to midnight kit "You're fighting spirit impresses me. It would be a shame to not make you a warrior. Just make sure you save it for a time when fighting is nessecary." He had actually complimented a kit! That was very rare indeed. "The rest of you should toughen up, and ALL of you need to control yourselves, is that clear?"

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[/b] A voice asked from behind Pantherfang. The most overly prtective mother, Dreamcloud, padded over to her Kits and wrapped her tail around Fleecekit. Let them live as Kits, before they grow up. She snapped. She would never tolerate her Kits being yelled at by some one other than her or Smokestar, Risingmoon, or the Deputy, whom she had not met yet. Her blue eyes were cold and she meowed to her three Kits Darlings, I'm thinking about going back to where you really belong. I've had just about enough of this place. And, I believe that your father has come back. She meowed. So, who wants to go home? She meowed. Wether or not her Kits agreed or disagreed, she still would go back to ThunderClan if Phantomheart was really back.[/size][/ul]

[Frostpaw]

Fleecekit bounced up happily at the sight of his mother and purred softly as she wrapped her tail around him. "Midnightkit was picking on me again, and he hurt Crescentkit!" He hissed as soon as she stopped talking, too upset by Midnightkit's attack on Crescentkit to answer her question. He shot a glance toward Midnightkit before looking at Crescentkit. "Are you okay Crescentkit? Did he hurt you?" He meowed walking skittishly over to his sister.

[silvercloud]

Midnightkit thought carefully. This "new Shadowclan" as it was called, was a disorganized mess. He couldn't afford to leave, not now. Choosing his words carefully, he whined, "But Mother- I we don't wanna leave, we like it here!" Which was a lie. Oh how he hated this filthy sespool of a swamp. How he hated these so-caled warriors. But they could fight; oh yes- they could fight. A treachorous lot though, but then again, it takes one to know one.

[wynnyelle]

"You mean...leave the clan?" Crescentkit was confused. "Where would we go? We're going to...live like loners?" The prospect of that really frightened her.

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[/b] She meowed, nuzzling Fleecekit and Crescentkit's muzzles with her own.[/size][/ul]

[wynnyelle]

Crescentkit nuzzled her mother in return, more reflexively and for the comfort than anything else. "Really...I always wanted to meet our father." She looked around here. Shadowclan felt like a home to her. If they left, she would miss it. "Will we ever come back?"

[pantherfang]

dreamcloud said:

[/b] A voice asked from behind Pantherfang. The most overly prtective mother, Dreamcloud, padded over to her Kits and wrapped her tail around Fleecekit. Let them live as Kits, before they grow up. She snapped. She would never tolerate her Kits being yelled at by some one other than her or Smokestar, Risingmoon, or the Deputy, whom she had not met yet. Her blue eyes were cold and she meowed to her three Kits Darlings, I'm thinking about going back to where you really belong. I've had just about enough of this place. And, I believe that your father has come back. She meowed. So, who wants to go home? She meowed. Wether or not her Kits agreed or disagreed, she still would go back to ThunderClan if Phantomheart was really back.[/size][/ul][/quote]

Pantherfang bristled "Watch it you mouse brained fool! This new clan is a disaster as it is. I will whip it into being myself if nessecary and don't think i won't bite your tail off or worse to do so." His voice matched hers and beyond in arctic coldness. "If fighting is what it takes then thats what will be done."

[wynnyelle]

Crescentkit cringe at the sounds of argument. She hated it when the big cats fought. She edged closer to her mother, if that were possible.

[silvercloud]

Midnightkit snorted, seeing his sister cringing like she was. He stayed right where he was, trying to take in as much information as possible. After all, who knows when it might be useful.