Where do the dead go? || spooky prank

[Beetlekit!]

☾ ⋆*･ﾟThe dead are buried underground. Beetlekit knew this since she has seen her family covered in dirt. However, there were cats in the windclan who went underground as well, but they emerged at night. And the whole idea of star-clan was perplexing—where do the dead go when it's not nighttime?

Beetlekit stood there, staring at the ground as if it contained all the answers to her questions. Maybe… When they weren't in Starclan, the tunnlers went down into the ground to look for dead cats! Beetlekit considered herself a genius. The black and brown kit began digging into the sand, using her claws to remove any grass or virulent roots in her path. She couldn't contain her excitement; she was about to visit Starclan and see her family.

Slowly, she created a crater in the sordid earth and lay in it before dragging the sand on herself with her paws and tail, leaving a small airhole for her head to poke through. Beetlekit laid there for a while, waiting for the cold, starry cats she had heard about, but nothing happened. Her xenial 'tunnel' is probably not very good. Perhaps she did not dig deep enough. How disappointing.

Just as she was going to rise up and out of the sand, she had a devious thought. If she can't see the ubiquitous star cats, she will become one; no one would expect a star cat in the middle of the day. Beetlekit prepared to pounce and sprung out of the dirt just as a cat passed by. "Boo," she squeaked, laughing quietly at her prank.

ooc Information

• ooc: — Scaring @juncoclaw but no need to wait
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  Beetlekit — She/Her ･ 4 moons ･ Windclan kit･ PENNED BY @Ghostunes

  ☀︎ A timid mostly black she-cat with chocolate striped spots on her chest face and foot.​

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[Marigoldstem]

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Marigoldstem wished to carry the same zest that the kits of WindClan did, carrying creativity in every interaction and thought. Free from following orthodox practices of society's norms, the kits were just expected to work. He wasn’t necessarily envious of that fact, the moor runner grew restless when unable to keep his paws active for more than a pawful of minutes, sleeping included. She just admired that fact, wished to incorporate that same creativity in her own day to day activity.

She had seen the kitten digging earlier in the day, unrelenting in her actions but truthfully he had thought nothing of it. Not until the commotion started, hearing a tiny kitten squeak and the leap from what she had quickly learnt was a dirt mound that she intended to replete. For what reason she didn’t know but arriving at the scene she could put together the pieces. The unfortunate victim of this prank, Juncoclaw was unknown to Marigoldstem. She was aware that she had been around horseplace before, at least from the whispers in the air that’s the case. The she-cat unfortunately was tenebrous to her, so she just had to assume that she wouldn’t appreciate being scared like that.

There’s an attempt to diffuse the situation, a shot in the dark since she doesn’t know if it needs diffusing to begin with. “Wow Beetlekit, with digging like that you'll be a great tunneler” she isn’t sure if that’s true or not but she thought that may capture the kits attention. “Maybe save the scarin’ for when you’re old enough to hunt though” he was uncomfortable with the idea of telling off someone so young so she tried to rectify her own words. “You could tell stories instead? A good scary story can stick with someone for a while, my pa is real good at em” he explains with a pleasant purr, a fondness in his eyes at the thought of his parents back at horseplace.
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