In the camp stands two girls, deep in to the storyline imaginative minds had come up with hours previously. Ricekit and Hollykit stand in a specific way, with Ricekit fluffed up and trying to tower over the other one. They stand on the stage as dual actors, as cats too invested in to a game they had created.
The court behind them roars with fury, demands a criminal like Holly to be put in to justice. But that was Ricekit's childhood friend, how could she demand his head so easily? How could she, when childish eyes stare right back at her, an unmoving will gathered before her?
"And what does a traitor like you have to say about your crimes? Perhaps... You did not commit them at all?" Ricekit steps forwards, a fire in her eyes as she poises to strike; judge, jury, executioner in the face of evil. It is her favorite role to play, something she had taken over with ease with little room to protest against. She watches as Hollykit flounders to speak (though the reality of it is probably that the boy is thinking) and the princess raises her head, staring at the older kit down her muzzle.
She lashes her tail back and forth. "The court is waiting for you, Holly. Speak now, or stand down and go without a fight. Don't make this any harder than it needs to, old friend!" her voice booms, though cracks with emotion- for a second, Ricekit forgets this is a game. She gives Hollykit the chance to explain himself and in a flash of burning emotion, she hopes he claims he did not do it. The court would explode in outrage, but the trial would last longer, Ricekit would not have to come to a conclusion this second...
To condemn is to execute. Ricekit, the princess of the lands, is not sure she could do it.
The court behind them roars with fury, demands a criminal like Holly to be put in to justice. But that was Ricekit's childhood friend, how could she demand his head so easily? How could she, when childish eyes stare right back at her, an unmoving will gathered before her?
"And what does a traitor like you have to say about your crimes? Perhaps... You did not commit them at all?" Ricekit steps forwards, a fire in her eyes as she poises to strike; judge, jury, executioner in the face of evil. It is her favorite role to play, something she had taken over with ease with little room to protest against. She watches as Hollykit flounders to speak (though the reality of it is probably that the boy is thinking) and the princess raises her head, staring at the older kit down her muzzle.
She lashes her tail back and forth. "The court is waiting for you, Holly. Speak now, or stand down and go without a fight. Don't make this any harder than it needs to, old friend!" her voice booms, though cracks with emotion- for a second, Ricekit forgets this is a game. She gives Hollykit the chance to explain himself and in a flash of burning emotion, she hopes he claims he did not do it. The court would explode in outrage, but the trial would last longer, Ricekit would not have to come to a conclusion this second...
To condemn is to execute. Ricekit, the princess of the lands, is not sure she could do it.
- @HOLLYKIT | the kitties have too much imagination... too much whimsy..... also the court is fake and only for the story, no cats exist behind ricekit, its just her and holly <3
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❥ ricekit
❥ cis female ,, she/her ,, 03 months
❥ kit of skyclan ,, heronstep x cauliflowercurl ,, sibling to
❥ regal, curly-furred white she-cat with striking green eyes
❥ "speech, f0a78e" ,, thoughts
❥ too young ,, single ,, not interested at all
❥ smells like hyacinths & lilies
❥ penned by chuff
