king of the hill! & intro

[Mousepaw]

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A moon had passed since they had come to Shadowclan. A whole month had passed and it felt like it had only been yesterday that they wondered onto the marshland in the midst of autumn. Now snow laid on the ground in a padded down pile and prey was hard to find more and more as winter tightened its grip on the forest. Though now wasn't the time to think about the downside of everything, there was much to do and to keep spirits up they had a plan!

The new comer known as Mousepaw had spent the better part of the morning pushing know together and making a little hill beside the camp entrance. They seemed so focused on what they were doing, but there was no telling what it was they were up too. The brown and blue patched cat seemed rather satisfied with their mound of snow and also rocks due to that of needing height. Snow as too soft to make into something solid right now, but they made it work!

Mousepaw gave a wicked grin and then wiggled their hindquarters before jumping up onto the mound they had created, puffing out their white chest with pride. "I am king of the hill! Who dares speak against me- Mousestar!" They declared with a yowl of excitement following their words and their long furred tail waved back and forth, "I dare on of you to knock me off my throne!" That grin widened as green eyes looked down at the bottom of the hill. This was going to be fun!

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[SHARPSHADOW]

† This was a kit game. And a stupid one at that. Dangerous as well as a waste of time. The first half of the day was dangerous in that, the leader's mood was not yet determined for today. It was just as likely that he would bellow a laugh and indulge the newcommer, as it was that he would bowl them over and demand they do something worthwhile with their time. Don't you have anything better to do? He nearly asks. But that, the dichotomy; small, nagging chance that this once, Pitchstar would be merciful keeps his mouth sewn shut.

Mousestar was a pathetic name, too. Like a piece of prey that'd grown fat on it's own ego, only to be gobbled up by the other -star's. Sharppaw could gobble them up, he thinks. They're daring him too, even though he hadn't said a single thing.

...But why would she? She shouldn't. They were only having fun. It's fine. It's not their fault they'd been saddled with such a name. They were new, anyways.

His own kit games had been few and far between; lessened with time, because he learned his parents wouldn't care. And what is he to Mousepaw, but a stranger? He was sure they didn't want his attention, nor was she obligated to give it, so she did not. She's stuck, though, isn't he? Had already made eye-contact, and such a thing is nearly a life-sentence in the eyes of a kit. It doesn't help that this is a contender for most-inconvenient spots they could've put this in. She doesn't think anyone would be able to sneak by. "Uh..." her jaw parts. And maybe he'd think she's stuttering in fear. (He is not) But that's... fine (He is not afraid) as long as it made him... less of a target.​

 

[CHILLEDSTAR.]

call it whatever you'd like, call them whatever you'd like, but this was simply annoying to them. they'd let kits play their silly little games, because what else could they do? apprentices, however, shouldn't have been doing that at all. not now. they should wait for newleaf to find some childish antic to parade around. but for fuck's sake– wait what? mousestar? he had to be messing with them, right now. so childish. groaning, as their paw dragged down their face in nothing but agitation. maybe it was the hunger. maybe it was the state of the clan. whatever it had been, chilledgaze was far from entertained. they stood from where they sat, before just growling as they stalked forward.

"alright. i am about one frog hop from throwing you off that fucking hill. if you aren't gonna be fucking useful, than at least be quiet."

they hissed, baring their teeth as a growl sat teasingly on the back of their throat. their tail lashed again, claws digging into the cold ground before they just snorted. fucking kit games. any chance of a nap had been ruined for the chronically tired deputy. guess that was fine. there was a lot to do around camp. and they turned away just to do those tasks.
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[ NOBODY ELSE MATTERS, GIRL ]​

 

[ravenpaw x]

Ravenpaw stared at Mousepaw quizzically from the apprentice den. When she had heard the childish declaration, she had assumed it that one of the kits was having a bit of fun, not one of her denmates causing a scene. It was embarrassing that she was considered the same rank as the cat before her, insulting even.

At the very least, she mused silently, the mousebrain's name was fitting.

Chilledgaze's comments, harsh as they were, earned her nod of approval. They were right to nip this in the bud. Though their method was a touch blunt for her tastes, it would not do for an apprentice to make such a fool of themselves right in the center of camp. It set a bad example.

"Pay attention, Sharppaw." Ravenpaw commented wryly, padding up beside him. "Our denmate is giving an excellent demonstration of what not to do as an apprentice." She set herself down beside Sharppaw, gesturing for the other apprentice to sit as well. It was her intention to watch this whole ridiculous mess to its conclusion. The one benefit to Mousepaw's foolishness was that it ran the chance of ruining her brother's mood, which was something she wouldn't miss for the world.​

[ PENNED BY EMPYREAN ]​