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FLAMEKIT
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[ retro to pitch's death; set right after february's meeting ]
it's not fair.
that's what flamekit thinks while he watches his denmates touch noses with their new mentors. it's what he thinks even after hours have passed, the sun sinking to make way for the moon. it's not fair. he wants to be an apprentice, too. he doesn't want to be left behind, in a nursery that seems far too big without them. his littermates don't seem to understand; they tell him there's no reason to get upset, that they'll be apprentices one day, too. but flamekit doesn't want to be an apprentice one day. he wants to be one today.
that want burns within his chest, and there's a blaze in his blue eyes that he turns on his parents. who, for the most part, have been ignoring him today. they don't pay much attention to him most days, they say that he's not a newborn in need of coddling anymore. but today, it seems worse. like they can sense his frustration, and they'd rather wait for the fire to be extinguished than try to tame it themselves. but he won't let them turn their backs on him. he wants to be an apprentice, and he's going to get them to talk to pitchstar!
(he just wants his parents' attention. maybe, if he becomes an apprentice and trains really hard, they'll look at him with more than impassiveness. maybe, once he's one of shadowclan's greatest warriors, he'll find a glimmer of pride in their eyes.)
the little orange tabby stomps over to where they sit outside of the warriors' den, a half-eaten frog shared between them... his mother and father also don't share their meals with flamekit and his siblings now that they're weaned. another dumb lesson about being more independent, flamekit thinks. well, if they want him to be more independent, they should let him train alongside his denmates! er, old denmates? he doesn't like to think of them in the past tense like that, because it reminds him again of how he'd been left behind.
"we're busy, flamekit," says his father, one paw waving the approaching child away. but flamekit doesn't stop. he plants himself firmly in front of the frog they're eating, shifting his glower between the both of them. they don't even look at him longer than a heartbeat before they return to eating. flamekit's scowl deepens.
"i want to be an apprentice, too!"
"not now," his mother sighs, shaking her head as she turns to look into his narrowed eyes. "you're too young. you'll have to wait like the rest of your siblings; i've already explained this to you, flamekit."
"but-" flamekit begins, one hind leg thumping against the ground much like a rabbit—they don't understand! they never do!—but he's interrupted.
"quiet, flamekit. if you're just going to whine like a child, you'll be sent to the nursery like one." his father snaps. flamekit flinches back, his ears flattening. it's not fair, his mind echoes. "now, make yourself useful and pick something off of the pile for you and your siblings to eat. it's almost your bedtime."
"...fine." flamekit mutters through gritted teeth. really, he's only turning away to hide the traitorous tears building in his eyes. stupid. his parents are stupid. why wouldn't they let him become an apprentice?! the age rule is dumb, it doesn't make any sense. he's more than capable of hunting and fighting!
as the kitten flounces toward the small fresh-kill pile, he seethes with how unfair it all is. and as he glares down at the little choices he has for food, he finds a familiar bitter taste on his tongue. frustration mounting and mounting, until he couldn't contain it any longer.
without thinking, flamekit grabs a mouse and spins on his heels, attempting to throw it straight at his father's stupid face. any attention is better than none. even if that attention is getting yelled at. but the scrawny tabby's never been particularly strong or coordinated; he stumbles mid-throw, and instead of hitting his intended target, the mouse slaps another clanmate who'd been passing by. flamekit's teary eyes widen.
frog-dung.
[ tl;dr, tiny child gets angry that he can't be an apprentice and throws a mouse at a clanmate. feel free to have your character be the one who was hit! ]
it's not fair.
that's what flamekit thinks while he watches his denmates touch noses with their new mentors. it's what he thinks even after hours have passed, the sun sinking to make way for the moon. it's not fair. he wants to be an apprentice, too. he doesn't want to be left behind, in a nursery that seems far too big without them. his littermates don't seem to understand; they tell him there's no reason to get upset, that they'll be apprentices one day, too. but flamekit doesn't want to be an apprentice one day. he wants to be one today.
that want burns within his chest, and there's a blaze in his blue eyes that he turns on his parents. who, for the most part, have been ignoring him today. they don't pay much attention to him most days, they say that he's not a newborn in need of coddling anymore. but today, it seems worse. like they can sense his frustration, and they'd rather wait for the fire to be extinguished than try to tame it themselves. but he won't let them turn their backs on him. he wants to be an apprentice, and he's going to get them to talk to pitchstar!
(he just wants his parents' attention. maybe, if he becomes an apprentice and trains really hard, they'll look at him with more than impassiveness. maybe, once he's one of shadowclan's greatest warriors, he'll find a glimmer of pride in their eyes.)
the little orange tabby stomps over to where they sit outside of the warriors' den, a half-eaten frog shared between them... his mother and father also don't share their meals with flamekit and his siblings now that they're weaned. another dumb lesson about being more independent, flamekit thinks. well, if they want him to be more independent, they should let him train alongside his denmates! er, old denmates? he doesn't like to think of them in the past tense like that, because it reminds him again of how he'd been left behind.
"we're busy, flamekit," says his father, one paw waving the approaching child away. but flamekit doesn't stop. he plants himself firmly in front of the frog they're eating, shifting his glower between the both of them. they don't even look at him longer than a heartbeat before they return to eating. flamekit's scowl deepens.
"i want to be an apprentice, too!"
"not now," his mother sighs, shaking her head as she turns to look into his narrowed eyes. "you're too young. you'll have to wait like the rest of your siblings; i've already explained this to you, flamekit."
"but-" flamekit begins, one hind leg thumping against the ground much like a rabbit—they don't understand! they never do!—but he's interrupted.
"quiet, flamekit. if you're just going to whine like a child, you'll be sent to the nursery like one." his father snaps. flamekit flinches back, his ears flattening. it's not fair, his mind echoes. "now, make yourself useful and pick something off of the pile for you and your siblings to eat. it's almost your bedtime."
"...fine." flamekit mutters through gritted teeth. really, he's only turning away to hide the traitorous tears building in his eyes. stupid. his parents are stupid. why wouldn't they let him become an apprentice?! the age rule is dumb, it doesn't make any sense. he's more than capable of hunting and fighting!
as the kitten flounces toward the small fresh-kill pile, he seethes with how unfair it all is. and as he glares down at the little choices he has for food, he finds a familiar bitter taste on his tongue. frustration mounting and mounting, until he couldn't contain it any longer.
without thinking, flamekit grabs a mouse and spins on his heels, attempting to throw it straight at his father's stupid face. any attention is better than none. even if that attention is getting yelled at. but the scrawny tabby's never been particularly strong or coordinated; he stumbles mid-throw, and instead of hitting his intended target, the mouse slaps another clanmate who'd been passing by. flamekit's teary eyes widen.
frog-dung.
[ tl;dr, tiny child gets angry that he can't be an apprentice and throws a mouse at a clanmate. feel free to have your character be the one who was hit! ]
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