You're so hypnotizing [Week 12]

[Jessi]

The forest was just starting to clear up from leaf-bare. The flowers were starting to bloom, the ground was still damp from the snow. Birds were chirping, and you could hear a slight breeze gliding seamlessly through the tall trees. Heatherpaw padded her way along the Aspenclan boarder. She stared down at her paws. It was nice walking through the forest by herself. She found it very calming. Heatherpaw could even practice some of her hunting moves out here. She could show off to her mentor how much she was improving. She smelled the scent of Soulclan's boarder. She dismissed the thought with a quick flick of her long tail. She took in a deep scent. There was a mouse nearby. She pinned her ears to hear the mouses steps. She lowered her calico body slowly. Her ears pricked when she saw the small brown creature emerge from a smaller bush to her right. Silently, Heatherpaw shifted her positioning so her back was towards Soulclan's territory. She hunched up her shoulders, readying herself. She could feel the excitement rushing through her veins like lightening. She breathed out as quietly as she could before she sucked the air in and readied herself to launch at the mouse.

[Juniper]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=height,290,true]

[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=5f4e4a] A sharp sun bled its light deep into the heart of the forest that covered the AspenClan territory. While it was blinding out of the woods, within everything was cool and shaded. Dark shadows leapt in the little alcoves formed by gnarled and bent trees. Soft whispers rustled the many clumps of bracken. A flurry of dragonflies chased each other through a nearby clearing. All this beheld the dark olive eyes of a young kit with a mottled coat. Mothkit gaped at the wonders of the forest, her face a mask of awe and merriment. It would be one of the last times she felt so innocent. The very second she had set paw onto AspenClan land, she knew this was where she was meant to be. If she gazed up into the stars, she knew – knew – that her destiny was written there, guiding her to this very location. It was her home – her true home. Not the musty and dusty barren territory so called SoulClan. No, it was too lifeless and suffocating for the likes of her. Here there was open land, and there was closed in land. A variety of woodland life and sights. And oh, the prey one could find! She could’ve sworn by StarClan that she had passed at least seven furry little creatures just lining up to make a meal. She even attempted to capture one. It was a furry bundle of tawny hairs, with beady little eyes and a constantly twitching nose. It quite reminded her of the rats back at her ‘home’, except this one had a plump frame, with skin flab spilling over its miniscule bones. It had long, delicate whiskers and wide ears that fanned out. It was actually very adorable had Mothkit not contemplated making it her meal. She saw it, and wiggled her haunches as she snuck close as she had seen Warriors at her camp do. But before she was within range of sight, it scampered off, leaving the small scrap of mottled tawny fur dismayed. Had she really been that loud and clumsy? Or had it already smelled her? A small frown creased her beautiful face before her downcast expression cleared. Why should some stupid rat-like creature ruin her glorious day? She exalted some more at being there. She had already attempted such an escape from her camp a few sunrises ago, and had failed. Before she could exit camp limits, a larger cat had stopped her, informing her that her leader, Lavastar, had forbidden kits to leave the camp. Mothkit reacted as any cat in their right mind would naturally respond – she hissed and spat at the other, clawing them and scrambling up to tear at their throat. But they slammed her to the ground and dragged her back to the nursery. Oh the humiliation she had faced. It was then that she decided she hated her leader, this unknown Lavastar. Stop that! she scolded herself. No use getting all upset over a thing of the past. However, she was about to argue back when a sudden, sweet smell distracted her. Yes… It reminded her of the rat-like thing she had seen earlier that day. Her tongue rasping her lips, she stuck her tiny nose into the air and sniffed heartily. Soon, she could pinpoint the direction from which the scent was wafting. Her thin legs pumped hard as she streaked after the scent. At last, she located it. Mothkit’s eyes gleamed with anticipation. Taking extra care to remain silent, she padded softly forward, over-exaggerating the swing of her hips unnecessarily. She was now a mere fox-length’s away when she pounced. But by mid-pounce, she noticed another presence to her right. And in sudden clarity, she saw a small calico figure about to leap in the same direction she was aiming at. It had lime-green eyes and sharp claws extended outwards. With a shriek, she stumbled in her pounce and crashed to the forest floor. Panting hard on the ground, she looked up and snarled, “Thanks a lot for ruining my catch! I hate you!” Her voice came out as a kittenish squeak, which made her words sound ridiculous. Oh well, it was the thought that counted, right? “Mothkit lies” Mothkit plots revenge… hehe Mothkit does Word Count; 702 Tags; Heatherpaw OoC; Soon she’ll forget that she ‘hates’ Heatherpaw!

[Jessi]

Any normal cat in their right mind would have probably already pounced on the innocent, plump, brown rodent, but Heatherpaw had herself anticipating how proud her mentor would be when she comes back with a catch. Even if she was out in the forest on her own. She's providing for her clan. Isn't that what all great warriors do? And sometimes to do that you have to do things your way. She shook her head mentally and focused on the mouse.

The small creature was sitting on it's plump back side while it had a small round berry in its front paws. It's nose wiggled quickly as it took bites. The long white whiskers twitched back and forth. As it gulped down the last bit of the berry it turned to face behind itself before it slowly turned the rest of its body to head in that direction. That was when the wind shifted. The mouse squeaked and started padding a little faster to the bush. Heatherpaw grinned.

This is perfect. Now I'm down wind. I got you now you little fur ball. You delicious little fur ball.[/i] She sucked in her breath and readied herself to pounce. She could feel the momentum building as she was about to pounce until another small creature leaped in front of her. Heatherpaw scrambled backwards, completely caught off guard. She mewed in surprise. The mouse scampered away faster than she had ever seen a mouse go.

Heatherpaw didn't know what to do at first. She laid on her back with all four paws shot straight in the air. Her fur was still tingling from it all completely standing on end. She panted. She poked her head to the side and that was when she realized it was a kit sprawled out on the forest floor. Immediately she sprung up and quickly padded over to the kit to make sure it wasn't hurt.

That was when it spoke. It was a tortoiseshell she-cat. She did not sound very happy with Heatherpaw. At first Heatherpaw's tail started to dip under her belly and she opened her mouth to apologize that was when she caught the smell.

"Soulclan!"[/i] She spat. Her ears automatically drew back and she hissed at the kit. Her claws were now out-stretched as she readied herself to launch at the kit. Wait! What am I doing? This is a kit![/i] Heatherpaw calmed herself.

"Look. Uh-I'm sorry for ruining your catch. Honestly, I am- but this is Aspenclan territory and I was also going for that kill so shouldn't it go to me?"[/i] She sat down and then tilted her head to the side.

"Shouldn't you also be at your own camp? I remember the one time I tried to leave camp. Wow, was I ever in trouble! Although, you didn't just leave camp, you left the whole territory! I'm sure if we went to my camp and told Icestar the situation I'm sure we’d be able to bring you back home with a patrol."

Heatherpaw jumped up. Suddenly, she felt excited. A patrol to save a lost kit! Her mentor would have to forgive her wandering then, right? She bounced a bit before she turned to head back to camp.

[Juniper]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=height,290,true]

[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=5f4e4a] In a heap of tortoiseshell fur, Mothkit glared at the grinning she-cat before her. “Stop that,” she meowed crossly, though a slow smile grew steadily on her face. In her pitiful life, it was rare that a cat would show such kindness – such sympathy! – for a helpless kit of her parentage. Long since she was a newly born and vulnerable kit, she and her fellow littermates – Rainkit and Mosskit – had always been shunned from society. Deemed unworthy – unfit – to be heard by kittenish ears, they declined to tell the trio why except to say that their mother, Silverclaw, was so-called ‘evil’. The nerve! What was more evil than to treat a kit like mouse-dung because of her parents, she wondered. And it was since then, that she had despied, loathed, the mother she never knew. Weak light dappled the calico AspenClan figure. For a second, Mothkit admired the beauty of the scene, then flashed a triumphant beam to the surrounding trees as she thought about how much lovelier her own pelt was. She was vain, yes, but she had a right to be. Would StarClan be so cruel as to strip away her vanity as well as her dignity? To her surprise, the apprentice appeared apologetic. In confusion, the SoulClan kit stuttered out a string of incomprehensible words. But then a snarl crumpled the calico cat’s face, her fangs bared menacingly. Swiftly, Mothkit sprang up, claws extended until she remembered she was just a stupid kit and this was perhaps an experienced apprentice she could potentially be battling. Realizing that it would be a lost battle, she scooted backwards and dipped her head in respect from the safety of a fern. The older she-cat apologized once again, and Mothkit, chewing her lip the whole time, reluctantly muttered, “I’m the one who’s sorry.” It wiped out quite a lot of what little dignity she had left in her possession. The mottled kit blinked as the calico AspenClan cat burst out and plunged into a stream of excited words. Her enthusiasm was contagious. Soon, Mothkit was bouncing on her paws, an eager smile brightening her face. “Yeah!” she chimed in. “I’ve tried doing this before but I got caught! This big and stupid cat tried to stop me from leaving so I attacked him! I think he was bleeding too, it was so cool! But I hate him! And that stupid, mouse-brained Lavastar he was talking about, she’s some kind of leader or something. Well, I hate her too!” she informed her companion. Her claws got that itch that everyone warned her would happen when she started getting excited about hunting or battling. But then the older she-cat surged on about returning her to her camp. Yes, returning. Hadn’t she gone through all that trouble so she could be away from the stupid camp? A frown creasing her kittenish face, Mothkit stubbornly refused, yowling, “No! I won’t go! I’m not going back to that evil place-” She hesitated abruptly. Wasn’t she, too, evil? Wasn’t her mother? But her sudden bout of confusion had brought about a lengthy, awkward silence. To cover up her stumble, she quickly intervened with, “I love your territory. Show me more, pretty please?” The other cat had already begun to gather herself up, so Mothkit flicked her tail, signaling that she would follow wherever she was led. As she padded softly after, she once again turned her sight to the trees above. They sprouted everywhere, edging closer to her as if guarding her from something. It was almost eerie, yet comforting. Underfoot, dry, crisp leaves crackled. Their husks and remains were scattered about the golden brown forest floor like ashes after a fire. Sometimes they would chance upon flecks of scarlet leaves, their colors resembling the dying embers of flame. But this deep into Newleaf, Leaf-fall leaves were hard to come by. Loping easily, Mothkit bounded up to her tour guide and asked, “What’s your name, anyways?” Her dark eyes sparkled with curiosity. “Mothkit lies” Mothkit plots revenge… hehe Mothkit does Word Count; 665 Tags; Heatherpaw (and hopefully Dovepaw or Mosskit!) OoC; Isn’t she so morbidly adorable?

[laci101]

A little tabby brown she-kit wandered around looking for one of her siblings.Her blue,grey eyes sad and tearful.She hopped over a couple branches and sat down.Being the oldest she looked out for them making sure no one hurt them since her mother died.Dewkit mewed and continued looking.She finally found Mothkit talking to Heatherpaw."There you are Mothkit,i was looking for you.Hi Heatherpaw"She said walking over.Dewkit shook out her fur trying to get one of those little things that stick to your fur out.Giving up she laid on the ground and put her head on her paws bored and a little tired."Hey Mothkit,I was gonna see if you wanted to help me find Rainkit and Mosskit.I cant find them any where."She asked and got distracted by a cricket.Dewkit crouched and flicked her tail ready to pounce.She jumped and tried to grab it with her paws.She missed and chased it around until it hopped away.
Panting she laid down exhausted."That was fun."Dewkit said giggling when a butterfly landed on her nose."Mothkit help me catch it,We can show everyone that we caught it"She said smiling

[mayday]

the day was warmer, and unusual. it seemed as if there was something in the air, something strange and odd, something ancient and unheard of. the sun was high, and over the forest. it seemed like something far away was happening, but yet so close that you could hear it whisper. winds rushed through the landscape, like a herd of horses, heavy and excited with a proud stamina behind it.

rainkit walked slowly and stiffly through the land, her body was small compared to everything around her- but she felt fearless. honestly, she didn't know where she was but that was okay to her. she was roaming around, looking for adventure and something to do on the warm day. yawning, the kit was tired of just walking around, and her legs felt sore from the long walk she already endured. coming up to

a clump of trees, the small white kit heard voices. smiling, the kit's tail stuck out as she ran towards the noises. excitement rushed through her small body as she reached the groups of cats that surrounded the area. coming up upon, one of the cats there looked familiar. breathing in, to check the scent of who was who, it just confirmed what rainkit had thought. energy ran through her body, flowing

through her veins as she ran closer to mothkit. MOTHKIT! she screamed out, her voice breaking as she called her sister's name. rubbing up against the molted cat's body, a long and hard purr came from rainkit's white throat. she was happy to see her sister, for it has been awhile sense she saw her kin. mothkit was the only one she had, besides mosskit, though she didn't know her very well oddly

enough. looking around, she saw another kit her size and smiled at him. flickering her tail up in an welcoming. then her deep graze went to the apprentice. good, thought rainkit. we won't get into to much trouble being here. she thought, knowing if there was an warrior around they'd get mad and send them all back home. relaxing, rainkit sat down. wrapping her tail nicely around her paws. there, she sat next to mothkit, purring in happiness.

[Jessi]

Heatherpaw was stunned at first. How could someone not want to go back to their clan? It was where they belonged. She was perfectly happy in her own clan and wouldn’t have ever thought of coming to another clan. On the other hand, every cat is different and this little kit was certainly different. All in good ways she imaged.

When she was requested to show her around she didn’t know how to respond. Part of her wanted to show the kit around and make it feel like she had a home here, but the other part of her was worried it was a trick. The first part one and she agreed to show the kit around. She was about to pad forward when the kit asked her name.

Heatherpaw turned to the kit and grinned. “I’m Heatherpaw, warrior apprentice! And you are?” She beamed proudly at the kit before she turned back around again to move her way, away from the boarder and into the forest. She decided she would stall going to camp as much as she could, in case she would get in trouble for bringing a Soulclan cat into their territory. She was proud of her territory and was rather excited she got to show it off.

Before Heatherpaw could even lead the kit of Soulclan around the territory and out of the small clearing they were standing in another kit came through the bush and greeted the kit. Heatherpaw jumped at the voice of the other cat. It was another Soulclan cat.. She called the previous kit Mothkit. She assumed that was correct and she was now in her mind Mothkit. “Who are you?” Heatherpaw pressed. "How do you know my name? Then again, I suppose I just said my name allowed. I must be losing it." She watched the kit play with a butterfly and she suddenly got an uneasy feeling. She could handle keeping track of one kit, but two? She wasn’t a queen. She didn’t know how to make sure the kits stayed out of trouble.

Heatherpaw realized now she had to go back to camp to bring Dewkit back to camp.”Come on now. Let’s go.” She attempted to instruct before yet another kit rushed out of the bush. This one made Heatherpaw hiss when it startled her. The kit greeted Mothkit again. At thispoint Heatherpaw was completely lost. ”Have you kits all gone mouse-brained? How are you all here away from your mothers? Aren’t they worried about you?” Heatherpaw felt her paws itch with confusion. She was not going to be responsible for this. She heaved a very dramatic sigh. She didn’t recognize the third kit that appeared. This one was yet again another kit from Soulclan. ”And who are you anyway?” Heatherpaw asked the kit.

[[C] a l y p s o]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,600,true][atrb=height,500,true]

[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=0a1e1c] Mosskit yawned, oh what a dreary day it was, though the sun was shining high and only the faintest hint of a storm in the air, something just didn't feel right to the green-eyed kit. Something was just out of place. Ah! She knew, it was her sisters wasn't it? Neither Mothkit or Rainkit were in the den. And as she looked, neither was Dewkit. She sighed, she felt as if she was the only responsible cats out of the hoard of kits. Well, she might as well deem it to be an adventure! She pushed herself to her paws, taking a few precious moments to groom herself. Knowing her sisters, they were probably venturing outside of camp, and if she came across another clan cat, she could at least look good couldn't she? No, she wasn't one of those cats who groomed because that's all they were made of, but she should at least look a bit respectable right? What would her clanmates think if she were to go burling out into clan grounds looking like a lost hedgehog? She didn't think that they'd earn any more forgiveness anyway. Licking her lips, she tried to look as inconspicuous as possible heading toward the dirt-place. Her mouth watered as she passed the fresh-kill pile, but she wanted to find her sisters quickly, half to reprimand them for going out alone, and half for not inviting her along as well. How dare they forget me? Do I not count either?! Carefully, she picked her way across the dirt-place, wrinkling her nose at the small. and finally she was out of camp. The first thing she did was stop and sniff the fresh air, well away from her starting point of course. Yes, a hint of a storm was coming she could assume. It made her feel a bit hesitant. Eeek! What was that? the noise of wood breaking and a shadow passing over her made her freeze. What the heck? turning around slowly, she saw a tree. Mousedung, I'm afraid of a stupid little tree? Grumbling, she let her paws guide her toward her sisters' scent. She had to admit, this place was a bit creepy. How could SoulClan cats ever live in such a creepy place? No, what am I thinking? I am a SoulClan cat, I like it don't I? I mean, I belong here. I shouldn't want to live somewhere else, they'd scorn me anywhere anyway... She was loyal to SoulClan, that much was clear. Suddenly, the scent stopped, and she was led into a great moor, much different then the normal territory. Whaaa? This was, odd. She sniffed, it didn't smell like SoulClan anymore, it smelled more like....her eyes grew wide as she remembered the smell off of some herbs found in the medicine cat den --this was AspenClan. What in StarClan's name were they doing here? She was alert now, cautions on all levels, her ears were pricked up for the slightest noise, and she kept her mouth open for the scents. What were those mousebrains thinking? She narrowed her eyes and stalked forward, how could they be so clueless? She could understand Rainkit and Dewkit --but Mothkit? It really wasn't like her..unless. A vibe went through Mosskit, and she shook the thoughts away not wanting to believe them. My sister's my sister, I must trust her... but then again, could she really trust anyone? Hey, what was that? A tail bounced out of her sight, as she had not noticed it before. Oh, don't tell me.. she groaned. Coming into view, she noticed all three kits, Mothkit, Rainkit, and Dewkit, along with another --was it an apprentice? Obviously it was an AspenClanner as she realized it. Immediately, her suspicion went up ninety percent on what Mothkit was up to. For all she knew so far, it was a Calico she-cat, was she friendly? She wasn't sure yet. Come on now. Let’s go. what? Go where? Did they agree to show her into camp? How mousebrained could they get? She narrowed her eyes. Have you kits all gone mouse-brained? How are you all here away from your mothers? Aren’t they worried about you? Keh, she knew nothing, nothing. What was it her business? And who are you anyway? She had had it, stepping out of the bracken, she turned to face the older cat. No doubt, it was an apprentice. Speaking up, Mothkit would probably end up hating her for eternity, but seriously, Mothkit was being really stupid, they all were. She whipped her head to face the enemy, What our parents and clanmates think about us, is of none of your concern. But if you must know, I'm Mosskit, sister of Rainkit and Mothkit --and this is Dewkit. Seriously, the silly she-cat thought that she could see into their territory?! That's not exactly what Mosskit thought, but she didn't dwell on what was really happening, she didn't want to Mothkit, Rainkit, Dewkit! What in StarClan's sake are you doing on AspenClan territory? Don't tell me you were going to show this she-cat around --an enemy apprentice? And you, she spat, Mothkit, I honestly thought you knew better than to go into another clan's territory. I mean, going out of camp is fine and all, but now we're trespassing, which will end up in the result of our clan watching us even more closely then they already do, and must I tell you? Not in a good way either. Are you to tell me that you like to be examined every moment of your life? Or don't tell me, it's your way of a rebellion? Urg, she knew reprimanding Mothkit was useless, but how could her sister be so stupid? And Rainkit! she stopped, and the angry light faded out of her eyes. They'd never forgive her but; I'm sorry, but I was just really worried. she looked at her denmates. Turning back toward the calico, she raised her eyes to the she-cat. Yellow to green. I'm really sorry for my intrusion, along with my sisters'. Though I can't possibly imagine what they'd want to do over here okay, that was a total lie, I'm sorry if I spoke rudely to you earlier, but I really think if our queens were worried about us, they'd come. Ha! Yeah right, what a joke! The thought crossed her mind that maybe they should head home, but they were here anyway right? So what was the point in going back immediately? She had to admit, she was curious, and the pain in Mothkit's eyes, she knew that Mothkit would refuse to return. Licking her lips, she sat down. What the others wanted to do now, she didn't care, she was just upset that they didn't tell her --she wanted to keep them safe after all. It was pretty much her sole purpose in life at the moment. Muse;; acceptable | Word Count;; 1141 | Tag;; June with Mothkit Comments;; Ah, the bonds of family. Seriously, Mosskit would make a great mother XD Doing Being yelled at worrying Speaking up for herself

[Juniper]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=height,290,true]

[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=5f4e4a] Mothkit was in bright spirits that day. It was one of those calm and lazy afternoons, where all you wished to do was find a nice secluded area to sun yourself and perhaps arrange to wade deep into an ocean or lake just to cool down. You know, relax. In fact, the mottled kit’s hyperactive senses were lulled into a sleepy state as she blinked in the shade of a tall aspen grove. A wide smile stretched her face, untainted by any evil thoughts that might purge her mind. She was one with the world. Unfortunately, she soon became one with the reality of her bothersome sisters. “Mothkit!! Mooothkit!! Moooothkiiiittt!!!” Honestly, how could one cat stand it all? She would finally discover a lapse of peace and bam! her sisters would appear from nowhere and hassle her with their long, drawn out greetings. What, did they think her brain processed words slower than them or something? Grumbling under her breath, she braced herself as her bouncy, older sister came loping in. Rainkit shrieked her name like there was no tomorrow and tackled her to the ground. As irritated as she was, Mothkit could hardly keep a small grin off her face. Rainkit could be annoying but she sure was enthusiastic! Needlessly enthusiastic, but at least her passion was good. Passion… Dewkit meandered into the clearing, her eyes wide with innocence. She meowed a polite hello and shook her fur so much, Mothkit was half afraid it’d all come off. Concerned, she stepped closer and instantly regretted her actions of sympathy as sharp burrs lodged themselves into her fur. She swiped a furious paw at them, glaring at Dewkit the whole while. “Thanks a lot,” she complained. Great, now her perfectly groomed, meticulously handled fur was ruffled! Biting back a snarl at her adoptive sister, she rasped her tongue clumsily over the layered strands of earth toned fur. She was not yet good at this, but what could she do when her surrogate mother hardly even acknowledged her presence unless she mewled to be fed? Of course, she could always divert her attention by attacking her with vicious strikes but, she consoled herself in a depressed way, she liked it better when the world paid her little bother. In the midst of another step of her paw, Heatherpaw gazed perplexedly at the trio of kits. She cast them swift, sharp glances and voiced her thoughts doubtfully. Stupid apprentice, mind your own silly business! Mothkit sank her miniscule claws deep into the ground, imagining that each miniature particle of soil was a tendril of calico fur. “Our mother,” she spat bitterly, “is dead!” Her response was quick, as she hoped to spit out her two cents before either or her sisters could intervene in their usual, tiring way. But to her surprise, another young voice, strong and heated with indignation, abruptly rose over Mothkit’s own dramatic declaration. Her darker furred sister began her tirade with an exasperated and hasty reply to Heatherpaw. Mothkit’s eyes widened in surprise. Surely Mosskit would never ignore her like that… Her older sisters were always needling her, reprimanding her for everything she did and didn’t do. But, oh, look. Somewhere in mid-rant, and so swiftly she hardly caught the change in topic, Mosskit began screaming at her. What’s wrong with you? Why don’t you act right, think right, look right? Blah blah get back here blah blah I’m talking to you right now blah blah rebellion!? Wait what? Mothkit’s head snapped around, from where she had been gazing at Dewkit’s butterfly with a glazed look to her dark eyes, her paw risen high as if she were about to snatch the sun from its home in the sky. “I’ll thank you to shut your mouth, mother,” she returned icily. Rage clouding her senses, she made to lunge at her own kin for her harsh words… Until she recalled, quite suddenly, that the claws lining her left paw were still sunk deep into the earth. What she had imagined in her mind as a powerful leap, a sharp biting kick, and a snap of the dark kit’s neck turned out to be her flopping around the ground like a fish gasping for breath. It was not an impressive sight. Mosskit finished berating her with senseless words. Or maybe the pounding of blood in her ears as she was pressed to the ground muffled the noise of her voice. Either way, it got eerily quiet. Picking herself up from the dirt, she slouched down and attempted to slink away unnoticed. Except that they were all probably staring at her awkwardness. “Ummm…” she began awkwardly. “I think I’ll leave, thanks,” she ended even more awkwardly. Well, that meant no tour of AspenClan, no peace and silence for moons, and no dignity for perhaps the rest of her miserable life. “Mothkit lies” Mothkit plots revenge… hehe Mothkit does Word Count; 811 Tags; Dewkit, Mosskit, Rainkit, and Heatherpaw OoC; Her awkwardness is quite fun, scarily enough…