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[font=century gothic]Rainkit watched Probro with happy green eyes. "Wooo!" he called out. "Yeah, we can make, uh, mud cats or something." Push some mud together and try to make it look like a cat. The rain would probably make it all melty, but oh well it would still be fun. "We gotta make sure Probro gets down okay first." It looked like with Fireflykit there Probro was going to get down all right but Rainkit didn't want to get in trouble with Nebulaheart again if something happened to Probro when he suggested going up there in the first place.

[size=9pt]Oh sheesh, oh gosh, oh no, oh crap. The rope, which Projectionanimus had managed to scale halfway, had begun to swing with his efforts, and now he was a cat in motion, paralyzed with his claws dug into the creaking junk that was the rope. He parted his mouth, looked down at the others wide-eyed, and proceeded to yowl at the top of his lungs.

"THIS WAS A BAAAAAAAAD IDEAAAAA AAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

Above him some birds scattered, having been spooked out of their nest by a crazy swinging screaming cat. Anyone who knew Probro probably assumed from the get-go that this was going to happen, but it was no less humorous for b3nji to write out nonetheless.[/size]

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[size=8][font=arial][color=white]"Hope" is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
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Whitekit's eyes widened with shock while watching Probro swing around. "Let's try to grab the rope!" She squeeled in panic. If Porjectionanimus fell all the cats in th3 barn would be in big trouble, especially Rainkit and Pro. Rainkit because he suggested the idea of going up to the rafters, and Pro because he would be hurt.

The white kitten scampered after the rope. She jumped with outstreached arms, but the rope swung away from her. Darnit! How would she help grab the rope if it was still swinging?
[/fancypost][align=center][hr][size=8][font=arial][color=white] And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all,
- Emily Dickinson,
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[Justify][sup]Beastkit wrinkled his nose at Fireflykit's snarky remark. Atleast he knew this dumb kitten's name! Clearly Firefly wasn't the mature one. Wrinkling his nose, the chestnut kitten just laughed and smirked.
"My name is Beastkit. Maybe if you focused on WindClan more, you'd know my name!" he said, his eyes sparkling. So what if this cat practiced every morning at dawn? He didn't have enough spunk and only a clever kitten would get to be a starred apprentice.
Trotting after the kitten, Beastkit watched as he threw another snotty remark out, after another. Why not show him who's boss?
"Look, Fireflykit- you're a snobby cat! Have you ever known that? Maybe being around me will help you."
He said with a smirk. It was obvious this was gonna drive Firefly up the wall. At the thought, Beastkit softly laughed.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px][justify][size=9pt]"Ha, snotty? Have you seen yourself?" Fireflykit laughed out loud, the air around them ringing with his laughter. It was so hilarious, the kit acting like a jerk and then calling him snotty. He had never seen anything funnier before than that! Plus all of that, the kit overslept like a lazy warrior.

"Maybe you need some sense knocked into you."[/size][/justify][/fancypost]

I set a glare to Fireflykit, "Fireflykit I will go get you dad if you don't stop this childish act." I hissed. I knew that would stop in his tracks, kits hate being call childish. It was just horrible for them. Just horrible. I gave a small smile trowrds Beastkit. "You too." I meowed.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px][justify][size=9pt]"Guess you're deaf too! Fireflykit smirked as he bounded below Probo. "Proby, just jump down and land on all four paws. Your weight will help absorb the shock and prevent all damage to your bones and upper body. If you keep swinging, you're only building up momentum to crash even harder!" Ha, maybe the snobby kit didn't even understand of half of what he just said. Not like lazy kits like Beastkit would ever understand.

Looking at the source of the threat, he felt like he was going to die of laughter. [b]"Yo, maybe you should do some research on me because the only way you'll get to tell my dad is if you're dead!"[/size][/justify][/fancypost]

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[size=8][font=arial][color=white]"Hope" is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
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Whitekit glared at Beastkit and Fireflykit. Why couldn't they see that Probro was stuck still? "Guys, shut up and bicker later. You are worse than a group of prissy girls, just fight it out later." She hissed in annoyance. Then the white colored kitten jumped into the air and tried to grab the rope again. Her claws finally caught the rough fiber, and the rope lifted her from the ground.

She frowned, starting to swing around herself. Darnit! She had better not get stuck in the rope! She looked around with wide silver eyes as the barn swung from left to right. Whitekit pulled her hind legs up, grapping the rope with them as well.
[/fancypost][align=center][hr][size=8][font=arial][color=white] And sings the tune without the words
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[size=9pt]"WaaaaAaaaaah!" Probro wailed, looking up, then back down, his brain trying to do fractured calculations on which way would work. At the moment it was spitting out error codes left and right. At least at the bottom there was hay, and all those kits to... uh... squash.

"Ahhhhhhhh!" he screeched, which meant get out of the way but just came out as "Ahhhhhhhh". Still, it was all the warning he could give before cutting loose from the rope and falling backwards. His weight began to go back, and then he realized one of his claws was still caught. His back legs flailed outward, and with a sudden lurch all of his weight slammed onto the one claw, ripping it out with a noisy crack and a spurt of blood.

Projectionanimus screeched from pain and disorientation. There was no way he could land on his bloody paw any right way, but the grond way coming up fast.[/size]

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[size=8][font=arial][color=white]"Hope" is the thing with feathers
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Whitekit felt the rope jerk wildly as Probro fell. Well- started to fall before he got caught. The sound or wripping made her feel sick to her stomach, momentarily having her forget that she was the one on the rope. She was close to the bottom of the rope, however, and it was pretty close to the floor, so she would probably be abled to jump off without Probro's problem.

The she-cat pulled out her claws of her forpaws, and hugged the rope to her body. This would be to keep her from loosing a claw herself. Then she let go of the rope. Her hind legs landed first, then her front, causing to catch her breath. Well, she landed properly, but that was better than what Projection could say.
[/fancypost][align=center][hr][size=8][font=arial][color=white] And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all,
- Emily Dickinson,
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px][justify][size=9pt]> 8D omg kit fight, kit fight xD

"And an awesome man knows when to take action unlike you!" he flashed back as he slid beneath Probo in an instant on his back. Firmly lifting all his fore and hind limbs up to his chest, he calculated that when Probo landed, his paws would cushion the fall by 40%, absorb 20% of the shock, and take 40% of the damage and weight. It was just an estimate, but it was probably close to something like that. And that would show the lazy kit wrong![/size][/justify][/fancypost]

[size=9pt]A silent prayer ran through Probro's head as he toppled downward, and one of the few images to pass through his vision before he hit the ground was Tea. Beautiful, lovely, strong Libby, her eyes sparkling, her soft mews finally pushing him over the edge and helping him to realize he was truly in love with her. But that was ages ago, and right now he was falling to his doom.

The next thing to grace his sight as he looked down in a frenzy of flailing limbs and tail, was Fifly, right beneath him. The crazy little guy seemed poised to catch the weight of a full-grown senior warrior on his back. At any other time, Probro might have given the little man props, but this was maybe the stupidest idea he'd ever lain eyes upon.

"Fifly n--," but he was cut off by the ground hitting his chest, the rest of him no doubt catching the poor kit in his... well, everything.[/size]

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px][justify][size=9pt]> rescuing PROBO from certain crashlanding 8) 8D

"Mmmmm, get off me PROBO!" Fireflykit scowled as he wiggled his way out from underneath the senior Warrior's flabs. And there was a lot of them too! He narrowed his sharp ice blue eyes, assessing Probo, "Good, you don't seem to be suffering any injuries except the torn claw... and then I got a sprain on my right paw for catching and being squished underneath you, but I suppose it's fine if you aren't hurt too much." He gave a small, toothy smile of satisfaction. Both of them were only minorly injured, so that was better than one being critically injured.[/size][/justify][/fancypost]

[size=9pt]The fall had hit his chest and head hard, but the rest of him seemed pretty unscathed, if you didn't count the new imprint of Fireflykit's spine that was going to be carved into his stomach for a while. If this were a pokemon battle, he might have had swirls in his eyes at the moment, but he still managed to pick himself up and stumble away from Fifly's landing pad.

"Aahh," he groaned, shaking his head and then immediately stopping as pain shot through him. He gazed down at his paw and saw it bleeding freely, then looked up blearily at the kits surrounding him and gave an awkward cough.

"D-don't try that at home k-kids... uhh..."[/size]

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[Justify][sup]Beastkit looked at them stiffly, then finally decided to grin, his green eyes sparkling. Only a real awesome cat would know when to stop. And as much as Beastkit wanted to counter against Firefly, he knew how to stop. He looked to the new she-cat, hoping his next remark would impress her. She was pretty!
"Yeah Fireflykit! Just peace out! 'Cause dude. You're not helping." the chocolate tabby said, grinning.

But he quickly flashed away from their group, gasping as he watched Probro catapoult down to the ground. As much as he yearned to drag something for him to land on out, he had to get out of the way and pray to ScarClan for his safe landing.

I smiled at the kit, "Thank you," I turned to the warrior and I let out a sigh, "That was just a stupid move you just did there." I meowed a light smile on my face. "Know, let's get you to the Medcince cat den." I meowed aming to pick him up.

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[size=8][font=arial][color=white]"Hope" is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
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Whitekit let out a large sigh of relief when Pro was caught by Firefly. Well he was useful for something other than quarreling with Beast, at least. She stepped closer to Pro, "I think you should- erm- get your paw treated in the medicine den." She suggested. Eugh, it must have been painful for him to fall in that mannor. If he went to the medicine den, he could probably get it padded up and disinfected.
[/fancypost][align=center][hr][size=8][font=arial][color=white] And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all,
- Emily Dickinson,
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