across the mead{o}ws, careless and free.

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    spicekit snuck out of the nursery for the third time this week. since there wasn't a queen that volunteered to adopt her, the tiny kit got to have a nest all to herself, and nobody noticed when she crawled out of the nursery. spicekit's full name was spicekit resurgam, but it wasn't used to address her very often. the kit was thrown out of shadowclan for saying starclan was better than nightclan. spicekit refused to change her name because she knew that not all resurgam cats were like the ones who kicked her out.
    putting her thoughts past behind her, the kit chose to focus on the present. today i'm going to catch some prey, and then i'll build a den where i'll stay for the night. who's going to miss me, anyway? spicekit sniffed at the ground like the apprentices instructed her to, and picked up a faint scent of rabbit.


    kits only. please be at least semi-advanced. minimum three sentences per character please.


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    "What the fuck are you doing?"


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    "hunting, what else, idiot?" spicekit shot back at the rude tom. "you've been on catnip again, havent't you? spicepaw asked. she could tell from his odd behavior that he was high.

    the son of mollypaw and moriartyvillian glared at both of the cats. "it looks like your high on catnip sir, so why don't you just go and see the medic's so they can scold you before i start to dig into you skin with my claws!" he snarled. he just hated it when young cats around his age did catnip. it bothered him like ticks on a dog.


    the ebony colored apprentice turned to spicekit as well. "you're still a kit, you are allowed to go hunting!" he snapped. he tried to be nice, he tried to be helpful, but morphuespw would always be bitter and spiteful, no matter how hard he tried. but he wouldn't let that stop him. he wanted to be a leader of this clan one day, and he would be. he would be the jabberjaw and the frogstar of windclan.

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    "go mind your own business!" spicekit meowed rudely. "why does it matter to you what i'm doing? spicekit asked. she honestly wanted to know why this cat was telling her what she could do and what she couldn't do. "nobody's looking for me anyway." the cinnamon colored kit meowed resentfully, trying to keep sadness out of her voice.

    he narrowed his eyes. "because i'm trying to make sure you don't get rashly punished by the higher ups after they notice you've wandered off!" he meowed, rather annoyed with the kitten. she was rude and disgraceful. well, not like he was any better.

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    "they won't notice!" and she truly believed so. spicekit turned around and stalked away from the tom. who was he to tell her what to do? he obviously did not know anything about the cinnamon colored kitten.

    and with that, morph was off. he just hadn't wanted little spicekit to get into the trouble he had gotten into. that of course, was why he was headed for bloodclan, to see his dear father.


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    And the high kit did not actually give a shit. Who kinda sat there with a look of complete apathy on his face as if he didn't give a shit. Which was true.
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    "well, alright," spicekit thought angrily. "want to help me hunt?" the fluffy kit turned to oliverkit and asked, completely forgetting his rudeness to her a few minutes ago.