For a kitten whose attention went from topic to topic like a bee collecting pollen from the flowers, grudges seemed extremely dumb. That had been the case until some stupidhead warrior had told off her denmate for something she couldn't control - now, now Littlekit wanted revenge. Having explained the situation in her own way to her little protege, and how this quest would be super fun but super important for the sake of justice, the kitten moved her dark figure closer and closer to the fallen tree their warriors called a home. Despite her curiosity, it wasn't a place she'd ever been before - as it turned out, being stuck in a temporary camp for moons really did limit her exploration prospects. The scents of each cat inside were not distinct enough for her to determine the exact location that Crappie or Lichen lay but she would make do. A tiny object sticking out of her mouth, Littlekit gave the occasional glance back to her companion, wild mischief set in her blue eyes accentuated by a smirk. "Ok... here's the plan." She whispered as she hit her large figure between the hanging reeds, loafing as she peered into the Warrior's Den.
Not many were around at the moment, a blessing of the early patrols, she figured. When the only noise she heard was the bubble of the river and the gentle snoring of someone inside, she spun to fully face Chicory. "I will go plan this thorn, you be my lookout, ok? If someone is coming towards the Warrior's den, I want you to distract them and give me a word to let me know that a cat is suspicious. Like, um..." She tilted her head and gave a 'hmmm' as she pondered. When an idea finally popped into her head, her eyes seemed to widen with immature glee. "Fishbutts. Fishbutts will be the word, but make it casual, ok? Else you'll give me away." She would leave it up to Chicorykit on deciding how to casually talk about fish butts, because Littlekit had no idea. Bringing up fish butts in a conversation was almost as difficult as sneaking into a den of highly trained warriors to deliver a thorn to a very specific target, but she digressed. Presuming that Chicory would approve of the plan, Littlekit let her belly drag against the ground as she crept closer and closer to the lip of the warrior's den until a fluffy head suddenly peered inside.
(๑✪ᆺ✪๑) — chicorykit had been entertaining herself with a beetle she found scurrying passed the entrance of the nursery where she decided to narrate every little movement it made which evolved into this grandoise story-telling that could rival one an elder told. it was nearing the well anticipated climax before she was interrupted by littlekit who came by with a request to follow her and of course she obliged without a second thought but not without saying goodbye to 'beetlestar the seventh' first obviously.
chicorykit toddles after the slightly larger monochrome kitten, ears perked high upon her skull as she gets filled in about what was happening. something about justice being served? she isn't sure how a thorn can serve justice but the child hardly questions it, believing that littlekit knows what she's doing. "aye aye!" is what's chirped out in response to what her given job was, a blue and cream paw coming up to rest against her forehead in an attempt to do a salute. when littlekit ventures off, chicory stands guard with eyes wide like an owl as they scanned across the clearing for any oncoming SUSPICIOUS individuals approaching the warriors den. so far, no one seems to be paying attention over here— oh wait no, there is someone coming!!
"stop right there, fella! the great and powerful chicory has something super important to show you that you just can't!! miss!! you need to watch!!" she exclaims to whoever had approached, oh boy this was gonna be the best distraction anyone has ever seen.
Eelcackle was totally unaware of the tomfoolery afoot. He had been out fishing, and while it may have taken a while, he finally caught something to bring home. Patience is key when fishing, after all. On his way back, he had spotted a shiny white rock, one that he couldn't resist... And so, with his mouth full of fish and a rock, he trotted on long legs back to camp with his prizes.
He didn't even question the kits by the warriors den. Didn't think that they were up to something. With his rock, he hopped over only to be stopped by Chicorykit. He blinks at her and sets his rock down. and a short giggle escaped him.
"Is that so?? What is it???" He asked, completely caught by this distraction.
The calico apprentice—no, a warrior now—has moved their nest into the warriors’ den, and they cannot say that they are entirely impressed by it. Last night, someone woke them up by sobbing loudly for seemingly no reason. And the night before that, they had been shaken awake and rather rudely informed that they were breathing too loudly. There is nothing that they can do about their breathing!
Still, Crappiepaw returns to the den after a patrol, exhausted, hoping to flop into their nest and spend the rest of the day ignoring the world. But instead, there is a pest blocking the way, telling Eelcackle that she has something important to show them. "Get out of the way," they sniffle, pushing down the urge to sway at the kit who blocks their way and Eelcackle’s. The other warrior seems interested in her words, however; perhaps his interest will drag Chicorykit away from the warriors’ den.
Tufted ears twitched as Chicorykit began her distraction, voice loud enough to attract even the hardest of hearing elders, she was certain. Littlekit pressed herself deeper into the den's outside wall, shrinking into a black-and-white ball when Eelcackle was the first to succumb to Chicory's promise. Something important had to be fishbutts, she thought, mouth twitching as she tried to suppress a snicker. The void slipped into the warrior's den as inconspicuously as a shadow, her nose assaulted by the sudden onset of feline stench. Bodies rest at the corners of the den, undisturbed by her soft pawsteps and softer breaths, and in her relief, she almost sighed. Littlekit moved around with a tentative smile upon her maw, head twitching left and right as she tried to find any semblance of the scent of her victims. StarClan, it was dark and dreary and confusing. Just as she thought she caught the right scent, another bombarded her and caused her rosy nostrils to flare. For a moon now, she had been begging for the apprentice den, finding the nursery too cloistered and babyish - if this was what she had to look forwards to in the future, perhaps it wasn't so bad with mama after all.
Crappie's voice caused her back to arch in alarm and she resisted the urge to bolt and ruin both hers and Chicory's plans. It was a reminder to hurry, but the rows of moss and trinkets made little sense to the fluffy kitten. Feeling time was of the essence, she dropped the thorn down in a randomly vacated nest and began nosing the moss around it to better conceal it. It might not be a nest that belonged to Crappie or Lichen but it belonged to someone - it wasn't quite the 'justice' she was looking for but justice was a concept easily twisted to match an individual's needs. She found herself rationalising that all warriors were somehow responsible, and as she backed away, she repeated it over and over even as twinges of guilt began to form. Shaking her head as if trying to physically remove the doubt, Littlekit shuffled back towards the den's entrance, ears perking forwards as she tried her best to listen for direction from Chic. Half of her head peaked out of the entrance, blue eye adjusting to the light and focusing in on the three colourful figures mere tail lengths away from her. Any opportunity to leave unnoticed, she would take.
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