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Floodkit popped out of the nursery at the usual time she got up- almost noon- feeling great and refreshed. She smiled as she stepped out, stretched her legs, and felt the extra warm sun graze her back. Bounding away from the den, she though to seek out a friend. Well, any of her brothers. She wasn't very popular among the kits.
'So, let's see, Ospreykit is over there, playing with those kits that seem mean, and Cranekit is hanging with... eww that she-beast Peaconkit. Gross.'
It seemed that they were both doing something with other kits, who Floodkit didn't really want to meet. And though she saw Sweetkit roaming around the camp, she would not go talk to her. Nope. Not a chance.
Instead, Floodkit Sat down where she was, and sunned herself.
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Sweetkit had a strange, almost excited look plastered on her face as she padded around the camp, looking more or less busy. In reality she was going in circles more or less, the look on her face alluding to the fact that she might have been busy with something. No, that wasn't entirely true. She was busy, yes, but it was with thought. She hardly had any idea why thinking about Pearkit got her so riled up, but as soon as the ginger she-cat had crossed her mind she hadn't been able to sit still. But soon she might start running and that would certainly raise questions. Pausing, she took a few deep breaths before looking around. The only unoccupied cat close to her age looked to be... ahh, Floodkit!
Sweetkit smiled as her sister's still form caught her eye. Of course, she wouldn't be busy unless she was talking to someone- Floodkit, along with her brothers, hardly ever thought deeply about anything as a pass-time. But oh well, she could probably occupy herself with her sister for a while until this energy dissipated.
"Heyoo Flood!" she purred sweetly as she came and sat next tot he other she-cat, smiling and flicking her ears. "Whatcha up to?" she asked. It was a rather entertaining pass-time to mess with her sister. After all, she didn't need her family to see her for anything other than a sister, so their bond was stuck as long as she didn't do anything terrible or mean. No, she'd just poke and prod her was all, something big, and she knew how her sister hated being prodded into what she labeled as 'girly' things.
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Whilst forgetting about friends, or siblings to speak literally, Floodkit pondered on the idea of death, and Starclan, and wether all the cats were lying to her about it, as was a scary hobby of hers lately, as well as wondering about their strange sickness, that only her mother, Ripplestream knew about, or at least knew it was a confirmed illness. But Floodkit kept both the death idea and slight sickness hidden, afraid she might get thrown out of the clan for not believing in the mystical floating cats that were oh so realistic, or for threat of contiguousness.
But alas she couldn't reach a conclusion, as she spotted Sweetkit looking her way. God no. Why did it have to be that brat. That little miss perfect, who just loved to poke fun, and Floodkit sadly couldn't keep a strait face, inviting her to continue to pester. 'Oh Starclan oh Starclan, here she comes,' Floodkit thought as she witnessed the orange and white figure of her sister prance over to her. Another thing to annoy her. Fun. The blue tabby coughed.
As Sweetkit approached, Floodkit rolled her eyes and turned her head. She replied loudly, making sure that other cats could hear her disgust. "I was actually trying to avoid you, so if you don't mind-" she coughed, standing up and trotting away from her annoying sister.
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Sweetkit pouted dramatically and followed behind her sister, smiling. Well this was a good start! Though... The more annoyed she was at the start, the easier shed have to go in order to pass any time whatsoever. If her sister blew up at her then she would have to leave her alone or be labeled as a trouble maker. No, this meant she have to play it safe, at least for now. Keep it simple and easy, nothing to pressing or biting. Yes, this was certainly a game of control.
"Aww, don't be like that, sis!! I only wanna play!" She whined, ears folding backwards. Of course! She had the perfect idea. A little private humiliation was always good, especially when t came to her sibling relationships. I she could find out a way to pull them under her, metaphorically of course, then getting them to look to her would be all the easier. Public humiliation fostered feelings of resentment and bitterness, but if she was able to out-fox floodkit privately and in such a way as to embarrass her sister in front of her, then she could certainly start to nurse some fear. Hesitation, respect. All came from privately knowing one's opponent's strength and mental fortitude in comparison to their own. Yes, she certainly had an idea.
"All the flowers are dried up near camp and I need someone to go with me to find more." She mumbled, looking down. It was easy to fool others if one feigned some sort of weakness. She wasn't so sure how perceptive her sister was, but this would be a good opportunity to check out what she would do in response to certain prods of the hot stake, in a manor of speaking.
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What a huge nerd Sweetkit was, it made Floodkit want to laugh. She could see through her convincing pout, but didn't know what she wanted with her. If only playing with her sister was what she wanted, why did she look so... Fake? Hopefully her sister still had some decency that she wouldn't turn into someone like Fleetingpaw, who she had observed many a time, and wanted to outwardly reveal the horrible pent up hatred that she felt for the grey apprentice. But she didn't think Sweetkit could stoop that low... So it was probably some trick...
"Hahaha sure you do," she laughed sarcastically, turning to look at the slightly older kit, "Why would you drag me into picking flowers? Go talk to someone more into that sort of thing. Like Osprey," she emotionlessly insulted her brother.
"Flowers are stupid anyways, why do you need them? They're just going to die like the others." She never understood her sister's need for pointless things. If she just left them there, they would still be connected to the ground, therefore not dying. Picking them to replace the already dead flowers wouldn't do her any good at all.
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Sweetkit nodded internally, a bit glad. If her sister wasn't one thing it was gullible when it came to Sweetkit, an every time she managed to trick the other the game got a little harder. She appreciated the challenge, really, as well as the pleasurable pastime. It was a lot easier to experiment in manipulation when one didn't care what the patient thought of them, and in this case Sweetkit couldn't care less. It wasn't that she didn't love her sister, or... Perhaps it was. Sweetkit really didn't like anyone, or at least she hadn't found anyone as of yet that she could be around without wanting to test her ability to fake herself to them. She didn't hate anyone either, the closest she came was scorn. Scorn for those who put legitimate trust in others enough to actually give them a place in their lives. Other cats were dumb little pawns, that was all. Pawns to be used for herself to climb the social ladder and make herself into the perfect little cat, like her moly her wanted. Couldn't disappoint her after all.
"Oh, I wanted to take some back to mother." She said, shrugging. "But I guess you're right. I just wanted to spend time with you..." Not entirely untrue. Learning about her sister gave her the advantage, and if she could form a bond of trust then perhaps her sister could be an ally. But then she'd have to play it good if she wanted that, and really it was almost more of a challenge than she knew he could handle. "We don't spend any time together, really... I dunno. I don't want you not to like me. I feel like.. You and crane and osprey don't like me." She said, looking down and lower in her ears. Certainly that was true. She for one knew that she had stuck out from the rest of her family from a young age before she learned to construct the perfect mask for herself.
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Now this Floodkit could actually believe. But like heck she would hang out with her annoying sister. Just because she thought it would be good to learn about each other didn't mean Floodkit did. She didn't want to hang out with her sister just because she was needy, wanting and needing company. Couldn't she learn to find company within herself like Floodlit did? Jeesh.
The blue tabby trained her eyes on Cranekit, observing his actions so it wasn't too obvious she was arguing with her sister. He had his back to them, tail swishing back and forth. He threw his head back a little in what looked like a sarcastic laugh, and his eras were up, obviously listening to what Pecankit had to say. Two potty mouths, talking together. It might not be a good pair, but sadly, Floodlit could see them together. She just hoped it wouldn't happen ever, because she would not be able to stand with being her sister-in-law. Although, she didn't exactly see the multicolored kit as the kind of cat to take a mate, more like kill anyone who would try.
Whilst making these observations, Floodlit replied slowly to her sister. "To Ripplestream, eh? That's still a no." she coughed, then continued, "Well maybe you feel that way because we don't like you. Well, I don't anyways, I don't know about our brothers..." Another cough.
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Oh, this could be fun!! Especially as the mask she had on right now was one that required quite a bit of acting, she felt that she had the perfect reaction for this. If Floodkit didn't react she knew just how difficult it might be to manipulate her in the future... But oh well. Again, she enjoyed the challenge. Besides, putting up a weak and vulnerable persona have her a sort of protection from other things. If her family thought she was simple and emotionally fragile then perhaps that was all the manipulation that she needed. So, summoning up her talent, Sweetkit started to cry.
Eyes filling with tears, Sweetkit gave a look of surprised loss to her sister before looking down, paws shuffling. She sniffles as the tears started rolling down her cheeks. She made a soft sound and hiccuped before standing, turning and running away. "Flood, you're so mean!!" She wailed over her shoulder as she dashed away, tail fluffed out. "I'll go pick flowers by myself, then!" She added as she ran into the brush. Goodness hopefully she didn't make too much of a mess out of herself. As she passed along she kept her eyes and ears alert before, upon hearing several things that didn't appeal to her, sitting and waiting near the bottom of a tree. She continued to cry, but it was more of a way for Floodkit to locate her than anything else. After all, it wasn't really safe out here, was it? So many sights and sounds... And she didn't know any. There did seem to be a bird making quite a bit of noise above her, but she ignored it.
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Her strange sister just kept getting stranger. She put on a convincing set of tears, that made Floodkit want to laugh out loud, so she did. She laughed because her sister was so pathetic, and seemed to not have any fight in her. Wow, that brat needed to grow some skin. If she was just going to go on crying, Floodkit was just going to leave. She would have left sooner, but she could never pass up the opportunity of winning an argument.
As her sister ran away, Floodkit continued laughing, especially at her comment. Of course she was mean. That's what sisters were supposed to be. She classified it as her soul job and duty to annoy the crap out Sweetkit. "Great!" she retorted to Sweetkit, "That's exactly what I wanted! Thanks!" she coughed in a mocking tone. Though, seeing her run out of camp didn't make Floodkit put up a sense of worry for her sister, it made her jealous. She wanted to go out of camp as well! It wasn't fair, even if Sweetkit might be in danger. Though, she resisted and sat down in her original place, looking around the camp, stalking cats with her eyes.
That is, until she couldn't take it anymore. She needed to get out there. It wasn't fair that someone so bratty and undeserving got to go outside of camp when she didn't. Not fair at all. Getting up, she slunk quickly towards the entrance, hiding behind rocks and stray bushes, surprising herself in how easily she was able to sneak and not be caught. Bounding out the entrance, she found Sweetkit easily, because of her pathetic tears of course. Sprinting forwards, she tackled her sister, pushing the both of them away from the entrance further, both unintentionally and to make sure they weren't caught.
"So you think you could have all the fun, freak? Not on my watch crybaby," she coughed in her muticolored sister's face.
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Sweetkit waited longer than she had thought she would, her sister's leering face coming after the rest of her as she bounded loudly through the bushes. Sweetkit made a pathetic sound, her ears laying back as her sister kept on top of her. Goodness gracious did Floodkit lack charm! It seemed as though she had made herself out to be the limp, soft sort of cat. Oh well, this was an experiment after all. She couldn't really care less what her sister thought of her, but that also meant she'd have to keep up this sort of thing around her. Oh well. It'd be good to test the rumor mill she supposed, to see what initial thoughts on her were. It did mean a bit of counter work for her depending on first impressions, but then again she couldn't really see Floodkit making important friends. She shouldn't leave out the possibility, but the darker kit seemed too brash to really make any sort of refined cat happy.
"You dummy!!" She shouted, hiccuping and wiping her paw against her face. Perhaps she'd have to find fun some other way. Her sister really was loud... If they were caught by an older cat then she could probably get a bit of dirt on her sister's name, but no one took a kit's word a far a these things went. She'd have to wait until they were older to really mess with her sister, but confusing her early on was a good thing. Now, if only Floodkit wasn't so much stronger than she was, she could control this situation better.
"You're awful!! I'm tellin mom!!"'she shouted, scrambling her paws against the dirt under her paws. Then it was that he noticed a sound. It had been there the whole time, so she had hardly noticed when it stopped. Looking up, Sweetkit vaguely saw the outline of a bird's nest. The noise had stopped, and her body seized up, fear spiking in her brain as her eyes darted around, trying to find the shape of the bird.
"Floodkit get up. Get off me!" She growled, trying to twist her way free. If the bird wasn't loudly protesting to cats under its nest then it had to be somewhere near, waiting to dive bomb them. She shook, trying to- there! Movement in a nearby tree, she felt her fur fluff out. "Shit!" She muttered, in her panic slipping away from her sister and diving under the branches of a bush as the bird started screaming again, leaving it's purchase
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Wow what a wimp. Did Sweetkit really need to make such a big deal about being out of camp? What could really happen that would put them in such danger, that she needed to overreact about the situation? Floodkit wasn't scared of the territory. It was perfect! There seemed nothing that could harm them, but Sweetkit had obviously thought of all the possibilities. Her crying didn't get any better either. Such a huge wimp.
But seeing how her sister didn't like her saddened Floodkit. Did they really have to be enemies? Maybe if they both had tried harder earlier, they wouldn't be in this situation. But of course, neither girls would let that happen. Floodkit was too stubborn and Sweetkit had her own selfish reasons. They could have been friends.
Sweetkit's tattletale remark pulled Floodkit back into reality. Oh so she would tell Mom? What would she tell her? "oh yeah? How are you going to make that work? Wont she wonder why you were out here too? I have just as much to say as you do." Now she had gotten her. She made it incapable for her sister to say anything about this, unless she wanted to get caught as well. Unless her genius sister thought of a loophole, she wasn't getting out of this.
Uhmm, was that cursing Floodkit heard? Nope, that wasn't going to happen. Floodkit absolutely hated cursing. How rude and disrespectful did you have to be to curse? A lot. And Floodkit didn't believe in it. "Now, Sweetkit," she said, imitating a 'proper' sounding voice, "there is no time to curse! Never time to curse!"
As Sweetkit dashed into the bushes however, Floodkit stopped and looked around, noticing the shrieking of the bird. It never really occurred to her face to show any emotion, so she watched, strait faced as the bird flew towards her. Upon reflex, she outstretched a paw, and hit it as hard as she could. Though, it might have hurt her a bit more than she hurt it, because it flew back into the sky, leaving her paw sore.
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Sweetkit took a deep breath from where she crouched under the safety of the branches above her. Dammit it was a magpie too- those birds got very nasty during some times in the year and probably wouldn't hesitate to dive bomb them again if it had the chance. Tilting her head, the little ginger cat peeked out to try and see if it was coming down again- like it or not if Floodkit got pecked to death then it would fall on her shoulders. Putting the fearful mask back on, she called out to her sister, voice shaking. No matter the danger of the situation, she simply had to stay in character.
"Flood!! Get over here! What happens if it comes back!" She squeaked, sounding utterly pathetic. She probably would have lost patience with herself at such a sound, the fur right behind her skull rising slightly in disgust. No doubt she would need to do things like this many many times in her life, so really she ought to just buckle down and get used to it. There was no point in complaining about it after all. She puffed the rest of her fur out for good measure, trying to make her eyes look as fearful as she could.
Fear was hard to fake, really. She supposed it was one thing she shared with other cats. They seemed to care about trivial things like rivalries or bloodlines, or even other cats. Personally, Sweetkit couldn't find it in herself to give a damn about any other living things, and indeed she had found it rather interesting to take apart prey as opposed to eating it, especially when it was still alive. But she'd only been able to do so once and with a little elderly mouse at that. But beyond that, she still felt fear and anger and happiness, though there were different motives to it all. Clicking her teeth together, she laid her ears back. Yes, good, shrink to the ground.
Seeing the bird up in the branches again, preparing for its downward swoop, she lashed her tail, thinking. Perhaps she did have something to gain from this. Tensing, she ran forwards just as the bird dived, reaching Floodkit a few moments before. Seemingly stunned out of it's small mind by the sudden appearance of a second adversary, the bird balked and retreated though it was bound to return. Looking at her sister with the best pleading eyes she could manage, Sweetkit made a soft noise as if she were holding back tears.
"C-come on, let's g-go back!" She whimpered out, wondering if she could make her legs tremble by sheer will. It seemed he could!
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Sitting back into her hind legs, Floodkit watched in wonder as the bird flew back to it's perch. For a heartbeat, she thought she had scared it away, but it swooped back down towards her almost immediately. Again, she showed no emotion or attempt to move, though she heard Sweetkit screaming in her pathetic, whiny voice. Though inside she wasn't rock solid. Her insides were literally turning to mush, and her heart was thumping, but it was so in such a numb way that she couldn't really react until the last minute.
And there was Sweetkit, rushing towards her. She braced for impact, thinking that the orange tabby might push her out of the way, but it never came. Instead she stopped next to Floodkit and swiped at the bird. The blue tabby reacted a bit slowly, but jumped up, trying to scratch the bird's face, but only really hitting it's wing again, the throbbing pain become a bit worse. Dang it's wings were strong. She wondered it that's how her paw felt to it.
Time to confront her sister now, who maybe wasn't as much of a wimp as she initially thought."Starclan, Sweetkit, what were you thinking? You could have gotten hurt. Should've just let me handle it, the bird wasn't too big," she lied to her sister. Yet, as she was told to move, she listened, a bit grateful for how she stepped in, but also upset. She could handle that bird, she didn't need help from Sweetkit.
She wasn't going to run, though she jogged up to Sweetkit and bumped shoulders with her. "I told you this was a bad idea. I was right after all. Maybe next time you should listen to reason Sweetheart," she coughed out, thinking up a mocking nickname. She did not think Sweetkit was sweet at all. Maybe devilish and fake, but definitely not sweet.
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Oh, so that was it then. It seemed as though Floodkit had some sort of bravery complex? She wasn't sure- further prodding was certainly necessary in order to find her sister's biggest buttons. She could do this easily enough, she just had to believe she could. Looking over at her sister with watery eyes, she held that for a moment before looking back down. She held Ye contact between them, her skin crawling with it. Touching other cats certainly wasn't something she liked to do, especially when they were cats like Floodkit. Sniffing, she shrugged.
"If I hadn't I've don't it it might've hurt you." She mumbled, ears laying back. "And then momma and dad woulda been really sad." She added hurriedly, huffing an acting as though she were trying to conceal some sort of warm feelings for her sister. Looking down and away, she lashed her little orange tail.
"Don't call me that." She muttered, her voice probably belaying a little too much of what she actually felt. A deep hatred for her sister sprung up in her, as she glowered. Nicknames nearly always riled her up even if they were silly. She was Sweetkit. nothing else, for the time being. But she couldn't let that get to her. Sighing out a bit, she carefully repaired the facade and swallowed, shrugging.
"I woulda been fine all on my own." She retorted proudly, sticking her head in the air and flicking her tail. "You were the one tryin' to fight a big giant bird like that." Her rage and hatred calmed to a low murmur in the back of her mind, swelling and ebbing like the tide. Perhaps she could use it, then, Rather than have to fear it's magnitude breaking the mask she wore.
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Why was she so upset about this whole thing? It had gone and passed, and neither of them were really hurt. It really didn't really matter too much that Sweetkit had been heroic enough to help out with something she didn't need to. She was sort of dragging it out (though Floodlit wasn't helping) while the blue tabby just wanted to be done with it. It made her frustrated and a little itchy. Mom, Dad this, Mom, Dad that. No one would care if no one found out. Though Sweetkit might blab to the whole clan if she kept speaking that loud. Someone was bound to notice.
"Hey, shut up, will you? And get off me," she coughed, pushing her sister away from her. She hated physical contact for too long, it made her sick, and her stomach was already starting to turn."If you keep yelling our story to. The whole world, Mom and Dad will be really angry."
But as her sister continued, she knew she'd sprung a leak. So, Little Miss Perfect jade a weak spot huh? Maybe calling her a nickname or two would be the key to getting this brat way from her..."You don't like it, huh? Oh well, your going to have to live with it Sweetheart because I'm going to keep calling you that," she said with a devilish grin.
"And I wasn't trying to fight it, I just stood my ground. It was trying to fight me, and I gladly obliged." She imitated some fighting movements and balanced on her back legs. "Bu 0h, yeah, sure you would have. Little Miss, Goes-and-Hides-in-Bush-While-Big-Tough-Sister-Fights-it-Off," she winked at her very sarcastically and nudged her again.
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As her sister spoke she found it hard at first To keep herself from sneering. But no, she had to keep her cool. She had to let the other think that she had the upper hand in this argument. So, glowering still at the name, she let her tail drift low and flattened her ears, looking rather miserable. Her sister was an idiot, it seemed, even if she had her moments. Life wasn't meant to be lived on the precipice, looking down at everything that could kill you. Life was a survival game, and whoever lived the longest won. Plain. Simple. Her sister was definitely going to die young and if she didn't, it would be by pure stroke of luck. Several strokes, rather. But at least Sweetkit knew what this was all about, as opposed to her sister. From what she could see, the blue kit seemed content with making her angry and talking with her brothers. She wasn't sure if she could use this for leverage at some point, but for now it was time to think about everything she's learned about her sister.
As they entered camp, Sweetkit made a soft sound and padded at a hurried pace back towards the nursery, her eyes filling with tears again as if she had been defeated by her sister's words. It may be difficult to stay willingly under her sister's paw, but perhaps she coul have fun with it. Restrain herself and see how far she could go before that thin string keeping the puppet she was in the air snapped under the pressure of her hatred. Looking around, the feeling surfaced again like a rock sitting in her gut.
All the cats around her, every single one, was disgusting. She hated them all, in their blissful cloud of thought. They floated so recklessly, allowing every emotion that crossed their mind to wash through them. Sweetkit felt nothing for them at the same time as she held a heavy, toxic hatred for them. Tools to be used, wasting their lives in this place. But she'd put them to use, that was for certain. It was all a test really. If she passed the test, she'd live for a long time separate from all others i n a mental or emotional sort of way. If she failed? Most likely she'd be an outcast or be killed. Either way it was worth it- pretending was just so much effort.
'So, let's see, Ospreykit is over there, playing with those kits that seem mean, and Cranekit is hanging with... eww that she-beast Peaconkit. Gross.'
It seemed that they were both doing something with other kits, who Floodkit didn't really want to meet. And though she saw Sweetkit roaming around the camp, she would not go talk to her. Nope. Not a chance.
Instead, Floodkit Sat down where she was, and sunned herself.
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Sweetkit had a strange, almost excited look plastered on her face as she padded around the camp, looking more or less busy. In reality she was going in circles more or less, the look on her face alluding to the fact that she might have been busy with something. No, that wasn't entirely true. She was busy, yes, but it was with thought. She hardly had any idea why thinking about Pearkit got her so riled up, but as soon as the ginger she-cat had crossed her mind she hadn't been able to sit still. But soon she might start running and that would certainly raise questions. Pausing, she took a few deep breaths before looking around. The only unoccupied cat close to her age looked to be... ahh, Floodkit!
Sweetkit smiled as her sister's still form caught her eye. Of course, she wouldn't be busy unless she was talking to someone- Floodkit, along with her brothers, hardly ever thought deeply about anything as a pass-time. But oh well, she could probably occupy herself with her sister for a while until this energy dissipated.
"Heyoo Flood!" she purred sweetly as she came and sat next tot he other she-cat, smiling and flicking her ears. "Whatcha up to?" she asked. It was a rather entertaining pass-time to mess with her sister. After all, she didn't need her family to see her for anything other than a sister, so their bond was stuck as long as she didn't do anything terrible or mean. No, she'd just poke and prod her was all, something big, and she knew how her sister hated being prodded into what she labeled as 'girly' things.
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Whilst forgetting about friends, or siblings to speak literally, Floodkit pondered on the idea of death, and Starclan, and wether all the cats were lying to her about it, as was a scary hobby of hers lately, as well as wondering about their strange sickness, that only her mother, Ripplestream knew about, or at least knew it was a confirmed illness. But Floodkit kept both the death idea and slight sickness hidden, afraid she might get thrown out of the clan for not believing in the mystical floating cats that were oh so realistic, or for threat of contiguousness.
But alas she couldn't reach a conclusion, as she spotted Sweetkit looking her way. God no. Why did it have to be that brat. That little miss perfect, who just loved to poke fun, and Floodkit sadly couldn't keep a strait face, inviting her to continue to pester. 'Oh Starclan oh Starclan, here she comes,' Floodkit thought as she witnessed the orange and white figure of her sister prance over to her. Another thing to annoy her. Fun. The blue tabby coughed.
As Sweetkit approached, Floodkit rolled her eyes and turned her head. She replied loudly, making sure that other cats could hear her disgust. "I was actually trying to avoid you, so if you don't mind-" she coughed, standing up and trotting away from her annoying sister.
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Sweetkit pouted dramatically and followed behind her sister, smiling. Well this was a good start! Though... The more annoyed she was at the start, the easier shed have to go in order to pass any time whatsoever. If her sister blew up at her then she would have to leave her alone or be labeled as a trouble maker. No, this meant she have to play it safe, at least for now. Keep it simple and easy, nothing to pressing or biting. Yes, this was certainly a game of control.
"Aww, don't be like that, sis!! I only wanna play!" She whined, ears folding backwards. Of course! She had the perfect idea. A little private humiliation was always good, especially when t came to her sibling relationships. I she could find out a way to pull them under her, metaphorically of course, then getting them to look to her would be all the easier. Public humiliation fostered feelings of resentment and bitterness, but if she was able to out-fox floodkit privately and in such a way as to embarrass her sister in front of her, then she could certainly start to nurse some fear. Hesitation, respect. All came from privately knowing one's opponent's strength and mental fortitude in comparison to their own. Yes, she certainly had an idea.
"All the flowers are dried up near camp and I need someone to go with me to find more." She mumbled, looking down. It was easy to fool others if one feigned some sort of weakness. She wasn't so sure how perceptive her sister was, but this would be a good opportunity to check out what she would do in response to certain prods of the hot stake, in a manor of speaking.
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What a huge nerd Sweetkit was, it made Floodkit want to laugh. She could see through her convincing pout, but didn't know what she wanted with her. If only playing with her sister was what she wanted, why did she look so... Fake? Hopefully her sister still had some decency that she wouldn't turn into someone like Fleetingpaw, who she had observed many a time, and wanted to outwardly reveal the horrible pent up hatred that she felt for the grey apprentice. But she didn't think Sweetkit could stoop that low... So it was probably some trick...
"Hahaha sure you do," she laughed sarcastically, turning to look at the slightly older kit, "Why would you drag me into picking flowers? Go talk to someone more into that sort of thing. Like Osprey," she emotionlessly insulted her brother.
"Flowers are stupid anyways, why do you need them? They're just going to die like the others." She never understood her sister's need for pointless things. If she just left them there, they would still be connected to the ground, therefore not dying. Picking them to replace the already dead flowers wouldn't do her any good at all.
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Sweetkit nodded internally, a bit glad. If her sister wasn't one thing it was gullible when it came to Sweetkit, an every time she managed to trick the other the game got a little harder. She appreciated the challenge, really, as well as the pleasurable pastime. It was a lot easier to experiment in manipulation when one didn't care what the patient thought of them, and in this case Sweetkit couldn't care less. It wasn't that she didn't love her sister, or... Perhaps it was. Sweetkit really didn't like anyone, or at least she hadn't found anyone as of yet that she could be around without wanting to test her ability to fake herself to them. She didn't hate anyone either, the closest she came was scorn. Scorn for those who put legitimate trust in others enough to actually give them a place in their lives. Other cats were dumb little pawns, that was all. Pawns to be used for herself to climb the social ladder and make herself into the perfect little cat, like her moly her wanted. Couldn't disappoint her after all.
"Oh, I wanted to take some back to mother." She said, shrugging. "But I guess you're right. I just wanted to spend time with you..." Not entirely untrue. Learning about her sister gave her the advantage, and if she could form a bond of trust then perhaps her sister could be an ally. But then she'd have to play it good if she wanted that, and really it was almost more of a challenge than she knew he could handle. "We don't spend any time together, really... I dunno. I don't want you not to like me. I feel like.. You and crane and osprey don't like me." She said, looking down and lower in her ears. Certainly that was true. She for one knew that she had stuck out from the rest of her family from a young age before she learned to construct the perfect mask for herself.
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Now this Floodkit could actually believe. But like heck she would hang out with her annoying sister. Just because she thought it would be good to learn about each other didn't mean Floodkit did. She didn't want to hang out with her sister just because she was needy, wanting and needing company. Couldn't she learn to find company within herself like Floodlit did? Jeesh.
The blue tabby trained her eyes on Cranekit, observing his actions so it wasn't too obvious she was arguing with her sister. He had his back to them, tail swishing back and forth. He threw his head back a little in what looked like a sarcastic laugh, and his eras were up, obviously listening to what Pecankit had to say. Two potty mouths, talking together. It might not be a good pair, but sadly, Floodlit could see them together. She just hoped it wouldn't happen ever, because she would not be able to stand with being her sister-in-law. Although, she didn't exactly see the multicolored kit as the kind of cat to take a mate, more like kill anyone who would try.
Whilst making these observations, Floodlit replied slowly to her sister. "To Ripplestream, eh? That's still a no." she coughed, then continued, "Well maybe you feel that way because we don't like you. Well, I don't anyways, I don't know about our brothers..." Another cough.
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Oh, this could be fun!! Especially as the mask she had on right now was one that required quite a bit of acting, she felt that she had the perfect reaction for this. If Floodkit didn't react she knew just how difficult it might be to manipulate her in the future... But oh well. Again, she enjoyed the challenge. Besides, putting up a weak and vulnerable persona have her a sort of protection from other things. If her family thought she was simple and emotionally fragile then perhaps that was all the manipulation that she needed. So, summoning up her talent, Sweetkit started to cry.
Eyes filling with tears, Sweetkit gave a look of surprised loss to her sister before looking down, paws shuffling. She sniffles as the tears started rolling down her cheeks. She made a soft sound and hiccuped before standing, turning and running away. "Flood, you're so mean!!" She wailed over her shoulder as she dashed away, tail fluffed out. "I'll go pick flowers by myself, then!" She added as she ran into the brush. Goodness hopefully she didn't make too much of a mess out of herself. As she passed along she kept her eyes and ears alert before, upon hearing several things that didn't appeal to her, sitting and waiting near the bottom of a tree. She continued to cry, but it was more of a way for Floodkit to locate her than anything else. After all, it wasn't really safe out here, was it? So many sights and sounds... And she didn't know any. There did seem to be a bird making quite a bit of noise above her, but she ignored it.
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Her strange sister just kept getting stranger. She put on a convincing set of tears, that made Floodkit want to laugh out loud, so she did. She laughed because her sister was so pathetic, and seemed to not have any fight in her. Wow, that brat needed to grow some skin. If she was just going to go on crying, Floodkit was just going to leave. She would have left sooner, but she could never pass up the opportunity of winning an argument.
As her sister ran away, Floodkit continued laughing, especially at her comment. Of course she was mean. That's what sisters were supposed to be. She classified it as her soul job and duty to annoy the crap out Sweetkit. "Great!" she retorted to Sweetkit, "That's exactly what I wanted! Thanks!" she coughed in a mocking tone. Though, seeing her run out of camp didn't make Floodkit put up a sense of worry for her sister, it made her jealous. She wanted to go out of camp as well! It wasn't fair, even if Sweetkit might be in danger. Though, she resisted and sat down in her original place, looking around the camp, stalking cats with her eyes.
That is, until she couldn't take it anymore. She needed to get out there. It wasn't fair that someone so bratty and undeserving got to go outside of camp when she didn't. Not fair at all. Getting up, she slunk quickly towards the entrance, hiding behind rocks and stray bushes, surprising herself in how easily she was able to sneak and not be caught. Bounding out the entrance, she found Sweetkit easily, because of her pathetic tears of course. Sprinting forwards, she tackled her sister, pushing the both of them away from the entrance further, both unintentionally and to make sure they weren't caught.
"So you think you could have all the fun, freak? Not on my watch crybaby," she coughed in her muticolored sister's face.
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Sweetkit waited longer than she had thought she would, her sister's leering face coming after the rest of her as she bounded loudly through the bushes. Sweetkit made a pathetic sound, her ears laying back as her sister kept on top of her. Goodness gracious did Floodkit lack charm! It seemed as though she had made herself out to be the limp, soft sort of cat. Oh well, this was an experiment after all. She couldn't really care less what her sister thought of her, but that also meant she'd have to keep up this sort of thing around her. Oh well. It'd be good to test the rumor mill she supposed, to see what initial thoughts on her were. It did mean a bit of counter work for her depending on first impressions, but then again she couldn't really see Floodkit making important friends. She shouldn't leave out the possibility, but the darker kit seemed too brash to really make any sort of refined cat happy.
"You dummy!!" She shouted, hiccuping and wiping her paw against her face. Perhaps she'd have to find fun some other way. Her sister really was loud... If they were caught by an older cat then she could probably get a bit of dirt on her sister's name, but no one took a kit's word a far a these things went. She'd have to wait until they were older to really mess with her sister, but confusing her early on was a good thing. Now, if only Floodkit wasn't so much stronger than she was, she could control this situation better.
"You're awful!! I'm tellin mom!!"'she shouted, scrambling her paws against the dirt under her paws. Then it was that he noticed a sound. It had been there the whole time, so she had hardly noticed when it stopped. Looking up, Sweetkit vaguely saw the outline of a bird's nest. The noise had stopped, and her body seized up, fear spiking in her brain as her eyes darted around, trying to find the shape of the bird.
"Floodkit get up. Get off me!" She growled, trying to twist her way free. If the bird wasn't loudly protesting to cats under its nest then it had to be somewhere near, waiting to dive bomb them. She shook, trying to- there! Movement in a nearby tree, she felt her fur fluff out. "Shit!" She muttered, in her panic slipping away from her sister and diving under the branches of a bush as the bird started screaming again, leaving it's purchase
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Wow what a wimp. Did Sweetkit really need to make such a big deal about being out of camp? What could really happen that would put them in such danger, that she needed to overreact about the situation? Floodkit wasn't scared of the territory. It was perfect! There seemed nothing that could harm them, but Sweetkit had obviously thought of all the possibilities. Her crying didn't get any better either. Such a huge wimp.
But seeing how her sister didn't like her saddened Floodkit. Did they really have to be enemies? Maybe if they both had tried harder earlier, they wouldn't be in this situation. But of course, neither girls would let that happen. Floodkit was too stubborn and Sweetkit had her own selfish reasons. They could have been friends.
Sweetkit's tattletale remark pulled Floodkit back into reality. Oh so she would tell Mom? What would she tell her? "oh yeah? How are you going to make that work? Wont she wonder why you were out here too? I have just as much to say as you do." Now she had gotten her. She made it incapable for her sister to say anything about this, unless she wanted to get caught as well. Unless her genius sister thought of a loophole, she wasn't getting out of this.
Uhmm, was that cursing Floodkit heard? Nope, that wasn't going to happen. Floodkit absolutely hated cursing. How rude and disrespectful did you have to be to curse? A lot. And Floodkit didn't believe in it. "Now, Sweetkit," she said, imitating a 'proper' sounding voice, "there is no time to curse! Never time to curse!"
As Sweetkit dashed into the bushes however, Floodkit stopped and looked around, noticing the shrieking of the bird. It never really occurred to her face to show any emotion, so she watched, strait faced as the bird flew towards her. Upon reflex, she outstretched a paw, and hit it as hard as she could. Though, it might have hurt her a bit more than she hurt it, because it flew back into the sky, leaving her paw sore.
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Sweetkit took a deep breath from where she crouched under the safety of the branches above her. Dammit it was a magpie too- those birds got very nasty during some times in the year and probably wouldn't hesitate to dive bomb them again if it had the chance. Tilting her head, the little ginger cat peeked out to try and see if it was coming down again- like it or not if Floodkit got pecked to death then it would fall on her shoulders. Putting the fearful mask back on, she called out to her sister, voice shaking. No matter the danger of the situation, she simply had to stay in character.
"Flood!! Get over here! What happens if it comes back!" She squeaked, sounding utterly pathetic. She probably would have lost patience with herself at such a sound, the fur right behind her skull rising slightly in disgust. No doubt she would need to do things like this many many times in her life, so really she ought to just buckle down and get used to it. There was no point in complaining about it after all. She puffed the rest of her fur out for good measure, trying to make her eyes look as fearful as she could.
Fear was hard to fake, really. She supposed it was one thing she shared with other cats. They seemed to care about trivial things like rivalries or bloodlines, or even other cats. Personally, Sweetkit couldn't find it in herself to give a damn about any other living things, and indeed she had found it rather interesting to take apart prey as opposed to eating it, especially when it was still alive. But she'd only been able to do so once and with a little elderly mouse at that. But beyond that, she still felt fear and anger and happiness, though there were different motives to it all. Clicking her teeth together, she laid her ears back. Yes, good, shrink to the ground.
Seeing the bird up in the branches again, preparing for its downward swoop, she lashed her tail, thinking. Perhaps she did have something to gain from this. Tensing, she ran forwards just as the bird dived, reaching Floodkit a few moments before. Seemingly stunned out of it's small mind by the sudden appearance of a second adversary, the bird balked and retreated though it was bound to return. Looking at her sister with the best pleading eyes she could manage, Sweetkit made a soft noise as if she were holding back tears.
"C-come on, let's g-go back!" She whimpered out, wondering if she could make her legs tremble by sheer will. It seemed he could!
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Sitting back into her hind legs, Floodkit watched in wonder as the bird flew back to it's perch. For a heartbeat, she thought she had scared it away, but it swooped back down towards her almost immediately. Again, she showed no emotion or attempt to move, though she heard Sweetkit screaming in her pathetic, whiny voice. Though inside she wasn't rock solid. Her insides were literally turning to mush, and her heart was thumping, but it was so in such a numb way that she couldn't really react until the last minute.
And there was Sweetkit, rushing towards her. She braced for impact, thinking that the orange tabby might push her out of the way, but it never came. Instead she stopped next to Floodkit and swiped at the bird. The blue tabby reacted a bit slowly, but jumped up, trying to scratch the bird's face, but only really hitting it's wing again, the throbbing pain become a bit worse. Dang it's wings were strong. She wondered it that's how her paw felt to it.
Time to confront her sister now, who maybe wasn't as much of a wimp as she initially thought."Starclan, Sweetkit, what were you thinking? You could have gotten hurt. Should've just let me handle it, the bird wasn't too big," she lied to her sister. Yet, as she was told to move, she listened, a bit grateful for how she stepped in, but also upset. She could handle that bird, she didn't need help from Sweetkit.
She wasn't going to run, though she jogged up to Sweetkit and bumped shoulders with her. "I told you this was a bad idea. I was right after all. Maybe next time you should listen to reason Sweetheart," she coughed out, thinking up a mocking nickname. She did not think Sweetkit was sweet at all. Maybe devilish and fake, but definitely not sweet.
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Oh, so that was it then. It seemed as though Floodkit had some sort of bravery complex? She wasn't sure- further prodding was certainly necessary in order to find her sister's biggest buttons. She could do this easily enough, she just had to believe she could. Looking over at her sister with watery eyes, she held that for a moment before looking back down. She held Ye contact between them, her skin crawling with it. Touching other cats certainly wasn't something she liked to do, especially when they were cats like Floodkit. Sniffing, she shrugged.
"If I hadn't I've don't it it might've hurt you." She mumbled, ears laying back. "And then momma and dad woulda been really sad." She added hurriedly, huffing an acting as though she were trying to conceal some sort of warm feelings for her sister. Looking down and away, she lashed her little orange tail.
"Don't call me that." She muttered, her voice probably belaying a little too much of what she actually felt. A deep hatred for her sister sprung up in her, as she glowered. Nicknames nearly always riled her up even if they were silly. She was Sweetkit. nothing else, for the time being. But she couldn't let that get to her. Sighing out a bit, she carefully repaired the facade and swallowed, shrugging.
"I woulda been fine all on my own." She retorted proudly, sticking her head in the air and flicking her tail. "You were the one tryin' to fight a big giant bird like that." Her rage and hatred calmed to a low murmur in the back of her mind, swelling and ebbing like the tide. Perhaps she could use it, then, Rather than have to fear it's magnitude breaking the mask she wore.
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Why was she so upset about this whole thing? It had gone and passed, and neither of them were really hurt. It really didn't really matter too much that Sweetkit had been heroic enough to help out with something she didn't need to. She was sort of dragging it out (though Floodlit wasn't helping) while the blue tabby just wanted to be done with it. It made her frustrated and a little itchy. Mom, Dad this, Mom, Dad that. No one would care if no one found out. Though Sweetkit might blab to the whole clan if she kept speaking that loud. Someone was bound to notice.
"Hey, shut up, will you? And get off me," she coughed, pushing her sister away from her. She hated physical contact for too long, it made her sick, and her stomach was already starting to turn."If you keep yelling our story to. The whole world, Mom and Dad will be really angry."
But as her sister continued, she knew she'd sprung a leak. So, Little Miss Perfect jade a weak spot huh? Maybe calling her a nickname or two would be the key to getting this brat way from her..."You don't like it, huh? Oh well, your going to have to live with it Sweetheart because I'm going to keep calling you that," she said with a devilish grin.
"And I wasn't trying to fight it, I just stood my ground. It was trying to fight me, and I gladly obliged." She imitated some fighting movements and balanced on her back legs. "Bu 0h, yeah, sure you would have. Little Miss, Goes-and-Hides-in-Bush-While-Big-Tough-Sister-Fights-it-Off," she winked at her very sarcastically and nudged her again.
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As her sister spoke she found it hard at first To keep herself from sneering. But no, she had to keep her cool. She had to let the other think that she had the upper hand in this argument. So, glowering still at the name, she let her tail drift low and flattened her ears, looking rather miserable. Her sister was an idiot, it seemed, even if she had her moments. Life wasn't meant to be lived on the precipice, looking down at everything that could kill you. Life was a survival game, and whoever lived the longest won. Plain. Simple. Her sister was definitely going to die young and if she didn't, it would be by pure stroke of luck. Several strokes, rather. But at least Sweetkit knew what this was all about, as opposed to her sister. From what she could see, the blue kit seemed content with making her angry and talking with her brothers. She wasn't sure if she could use this for leverage at some point, but for now it was time to think about everything she's learned about her sister.
As they entered camp, Sweetkit made a soft sound and padded at a hurried pace back towards the nursery, her eyes filling with tears again as if she had been defeated by her sister's words. It may be difficult to stay willingly under her sister's paw, but perhaps she coul have fun with it. Restrain herself and see how far she could go before that thin string keeping the puppet she was in the air snapped under the pressure of her hatred. Looking around, the feeling surfaced again like a rock sitting in her gut.
All the cats around her, every single one, was disgusting. She hated them all, in their blissful cloud of thought. They floated so recklessly, allowing every emotion that crossed their mind to wash through them. Sweetkit felt nothing for them at the same time as she held a heavy, toxic hatred for them. Tools to be used, wasting their lives in this place. But she'd put them to use, that was for certain. It was all a test really. If she passed the test, she'd live for a long time separate from all others i n a mental or emotional sort of way. If she failed? Most likely she'd be an outcast or be killed. Either way it was worth it- pretending was just so much effort.
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an RP between me and FLUFFY-Dapple-Kitteh 's Floodkit and my Sweetkit!
This was a great rp and I really loved it, heheh.
This was a great rp and I really loved it, heheh.
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That drama! This was really fun to read~