Hellbenderkit had grown up like most kittens of Shadowclan - given life by the shade and being coddled in its destitute arms. Bred, born and raised within the tenebrous, she wore the night as a second cloak and walked amongst the forgotten and denuded. At least, she would do that when she outgrew the nursery and filled into the comfortable role of her destiny. The chocolate tortoiseshell tabby lost her mother when she had gained her, like an allegro song that left one's ears too promptly, and that gave the little one even littler time to grieve. She never knew Swampmuzzle well, nor did she have any interest in occupying her mind with a parent that couldn't even be bothered to live until she had become a cat worth admiring. Why should she come to sing a melody that she had never learned? At least her father had always been there for her, as though a rattling breath that presided upon the dips of her neck, much too closely for her comfort sometimes. Mosquitobite buzzed around her like his namesake - always looking down at her with moon-round eyes, always walking two steps behind her. Hellbender swore that she could hear his raspy tone, almost as though he bore the gauche throat of an insect. Annoying and bothersome both came to mind for the spoiled she-cat. This afternoon, however, the silver tabby had been whisked away to a border patrol.
"You're not supposed to play that way!" Hellbenderkit's high-pitched and prissy voice cut through the relative monotony of the Shadowclan camp, like a spry blade thrown haphazardly to whoever would have it, her ivories enough of a weapon to brandish at everyone. Pine-needle fur at the nape of her neck bristled as she lashed her tail behind her, holding her aft high in some faux-crouch or arch (some display of dominance that she mimicked mawkishly from the older apprentices). She had been playing mossball with another kit, but the way in which they batted around the green thing just sent her in a flying rage. How dare they not learn the rules of mossball! How dare they even play against her, the girl who was good at everything! Mosquitobite always said that, and she knew that her father hadn't a lying lick upon his fluttering tongue. "Here, give me that!" She snatched the mossball away from the unfortunate other kitten, movements like a scherzo sonata, of which only she could ever keep pace with. They played too slow, too bumbling, too stupidly. "You have to play like this, or you're not doing it properly!" She kicked around the mossball with one outstretched paw, as it rolled away to an idling stop, as if even the inanimate objects had grown benumbed to her incessant whining. She chased after it, never even affording a chance for the other kitten to catch up.
( Anyone can be the kit she's bossing around <3 )
"You're not supposed to play that way!" Hellbenderkit's high-pitched and prissy voice cut through the relative monotony of the Shadowclan camp, like a spry blade thrown haphazardly to whoever would have it, her ivories enough of a weapon to brandish at everyone. Pine-needle fur at the nape of her neck bristled as she lashed her tail behind her, holding her aft high in some faux-crouch or arch (some display of dominance that she mimicked mawkishly from the older apprentices). She had been playing mossball with another kit, but the way in which they batted around the green thing just sent her in a flying rage. How dare they not learn the rules of mossball! How dare they even play against her, the girl who was good at everything! Mosquitobite always said that, and she knew that her father hadn't a lying lick upon his fluttering tongue. "Here, give me that!" She snatched the mossball away from the unfortunate other kitten, movements like a scherzo sonata, of which only she could ever keep pace with. They played too slow, too bumbling, too stupidly. "You have to play like this, or you're not doing it properly!" She kicked around the mossball with one outstretched paw, as it rolled away to an idling stop, as if even the inanimate objects had grown benumbed to her incessant whining. She chased after it, never even affording a chance for the other kitten to catch up.
( Anyone can be the kit she's bossing around <3 )
