I AM A PIRATE, YOU ARE A PRINCESS [[PRIVATE + FAIR

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    [color=white]i know my soul's freezing —
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    [color=#ADC2EB]Since the camp gave him the creeps sometimes (it was a cave after all) and he liked breaking the stupid rule of 'all kids shouldn't leave camp unattended' Rocket was sprawled out near the cave's entrance, playing with one of his many knives and reading an instruction manual on how to set up a tent. Wheatly had found camping supplies the other day and the prospect of sleeping outside and by himself appealed to the youngster, not to mention it would make looking for Groot easier...Even if his confidence that his only friend was alive was dwindling more and more each day.


    Turning one of the flimsy pages lazily, he brought the knife closer to his face before he started to pick at his teeth with it, wriggling it between two of his front sharp teeth. It was the closest thing to flossing that he ever did. It was also one of the few things he did to take care of his physical appearance, sure he bathed and all that but he had never in his life brushed his fur. In fact he didn't really know how to do anything like that.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Fairkit was sneaking up behind Rocket, a smirk on her face as she stealthily crept into the area and behind Rocket. Then her head appeared over his shoulder, tipping curiously at the book thingy. It had pages, but no hard cover. Or flexible cover, whatever they wanted to read. It looked so flimsy overall she wondered who would want to read it. No matter now, she was going to get even with him. Or maybe screw with him a bit more, because that's what kittens do.


    "Are you actually reading?" she asked, feigning amazement. "I thought you were too dumb to read, honestly."

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    [color=#ADC2EB]A loud groan erupted from him as soon as Fairkit started speaking and he closed the thin booklet angrily, whipping his head around to glare at the kitten. "I would say something rude back but then I'd be afraid you'd start crying." He rubbed at his eyes in a mocking way before adding, "And for your information I can read anything. You on the other hand probably couldn't even read a book made for infants." He didn't want her messing around with any of his things, so she started shoveling his instruction manual and knife aback into his bag, still scowling at Fairkit just to show how displeased he was that she was here.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]"Oh please! I know how to act to the warriors so I wouldn't get in trouble for giving you what you deserve!" She retaliated, lashing her tail and advancing on him. She didn't have a mind to mess with his stuff, she only wanted to mess with his mind. "Yeah? Well, well read this thing!" she meowed, picking up a blade of grass and pinching it between her paws. "You can read anything, can't you?" she smugly taunted.

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    [color=#ADC2EB]Ack, she was getting closer. And now she was shoving stupid grass in his face. Not liking that one bit he started to scoot further away from here, dragging his bag along with him while keeping his level stare. He leaned forward only to snatch the piece of grass from her and pretended to scan the plant with deep concentration. "Hmm. It says; Fairkit should leave Rocket the fuc[size=1pt].[/size]k alone." She was very malicious and conniving, he would give her that much, especially if she had been pretending to cry. If what she said was true then she was a good actress but he wouldn't give her the satisfaction of letting her know that and Rocket just narrowed his eyes at her after dropping the piece of grass.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Actually, she had been trying to retaliate. Crying to make the adults feel for her was plain evil, and she would never stoop that low, no matter how mad she had been at Rocket. In fact, she might have even felt bad for trying to tackle him. She would never admit that though. Fairkit narrowed, her eyes, squishing the piece of grass on the ground. "Alright then." she snarkily said, turning around with a whip of her tail and heading off.

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    [color=#ADC2EB]Well damn it now he was bored. Rocky looked at the piece of squished grass for a moment until a grin formed at his lips and he picked it up before storing it somewhere in his bag. Slinging it over his shoulders and letting out an exasperated, "Pah!" He trudged after Fairkit, looking awfully smug as he did so. "Whooah there. I didn't know you would actually listen to me. I'm not done arguing with you yet! Not to mention you owe me a favor for smacking me." He pretended to look in deep mental pain from the "wound" she had previously caused him until it was washed away with his typical blunt demeanor, "Technically you should owe me two favors, for lunging at me, but eh. I'll be nice."
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    [color=#ADC2EB]Hehe, it's all good! Take as much time as you need ^.^
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    Fairkit looked offended, reeling back with a lift of her paw, as if it wanted to have the feel of the side of his dirty mouth again. Maybe with claws open this time. "Hey! I was just trying to see what you were doing and tease you a bit! I was gonna leave anyway!" she meowed, flicking her ears back. "And you deserved it! You shouldn't say those things, wherever you learned them." she added meaningfully, raising her eyebrows. Did she mean his parents? His siblings? Someone else? Whatever.

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    "Again with the paw!" He piped as his eyes landed on her ready-to-strike palm but his gaze was almost daring. He wasn't used to being struck because it had been so long but at the same time it didn't faze him too much. Unless she added claws of course which might be an idea swirling around in that wild mind of hers. Oh ha. Ha. Ha. Listen Miss. Prissypants, swearing is not a bad thing. It's simply...Expressing ones emotions. And I learned them from my many dangerous and daunting travels." Rocket seemed fairly pride at this moment and his scruffy chest was puffing out while his chin lifted. "I've met some pretty interesting people."
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Swearing wasn't a bad thing? "Of course it is!" she piped up, lashing her tail. "Swearing is something, yeah, what you said, but you shouldn't use them so casually like that!" she added with a huff and stamp of her paws to add extra sass. She snickered at his term of interesting people. "People? Like two-legs? Are you seriously hanging out with them?"

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    [color=#ADC2EB]He waved her words away as if they were bothering physically, like a fly perhaps, before he once again indulged in his childish side and copied her. He lashed his bushy tail, huffed, and stamped his own paw for extra annoyance. He then gave a dry cough and shook his head while saying, "No, no, no. I meant people as a...General term. Although I've met some unique humans before but that was awhile ago." He seemed a bit uncomfortable now and Rocket sat down, shifting a little after he did so, "But yeah...I've met a humongous lion with a pelt and mane covered with plants. And I've met a cheetahs completely wrapped in bandages even across her whole face. I've met a cougar with no eyes and a metal leg. You could say that I'm an amazing raccoon."
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]"No, you're not!" Fairkit growled, pissed at his imitation at her. If only she was a raccoon like him, and then it would be spot-on, but she wouldn't admit that. Ever. "You're a weird raccoon. Where did you go anyway, before StormClan?" Despite all her misgivings about Rocket, she felt a twinge of curiosity in her chest. She was still a kitten after all.

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    [color=#ADC2EB]His white whiskers twitched with amusement as she spoke and he even gave a single chortle at her 'weird raccoon' remark but decided not to comment on it. Yet. "I was a loner. I went wherever I pleased to go. I was the king of anything I wanted to be." Although I wasn't always alone. He added silently however didn't feel the need to voice it. "I wasn't exactly born a loner though. It's a long story really." Shoulders shrugging while his dark brown, almost black, eyes suddenly fixated on her Rocket then inquired, "What about you princess? We're you always apart of StormClan. Or do you have a fancy backstory to yah?"
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8]Long story? He had caught her attention with that. She pricked her ears, but said nothing as he went and said everything else. Or asked, maybe that was better word. "Princess?" She had never been referred like that before. The elders told tales of kingdoms, princes, and princesses. Princesses were royalty. She guessed she considered herself royalty, but she wasn't born from Littlestar so she guessed that didn't really count. The flame point kitten shrugged, lifting one paw to give a gentle lick to and draw it over her head, looking thoughtful.


    "Of course! I was always StormClan!" Fairkit meowed, flicking her paw to get rid of the extra cleaning spit, then putting it to her chin in a thinking position. "But I was once in a dual alliance with RiverClan. And..." Could she confide in a total stranger? One that she obviously had a rivalry too. Of course not.

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    [color=#ADC2EB]Well He certainly saw her as the princessy type. All 'high horse' and nitpicky. He was also assigning her a few stereotypes but then again he had just met her. Perhaps she was just some sweet, nurturing, warm and fuzzy girl. Ha! As if! He was partly listening to her while he pondered this but cocked his head westward as soon as she started to speak about her dual membership. He wasn't entirely sure what that meant but it was a fairly safe bet that it just meant living in two clans or tribes or groups of whatever. He wasn't going to ask.


    Then her voice trailed away and he was sorely left with an unfinished ending. "Ooh. Did they kick you out?" Rocket asked, only half-joking, as he blinked at her. "What did you do? Talk someone to death?" He added with a brilliant huff of laughter.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8]Fairkit hadn't really ever considered herself a princess. Maybe she acted like one, but in all her life's dream was to become a full-fledged warrior, one that everyone looked to in their time of need and could admire. Of course, she's battle too. She wanted to be a hero, one that wasn't afraid of getting her paws dirty in order to save someone's life. Maybe being a princess was part of that. But Gildedheart had told her to just be a kitten right now, but you could never start early enough.


    "Are you kidding me?" she growled, scowling and raking the ground with her blunt claws, maybe imagining it was Rocket's face? Or throat, whatever. "Rocket, I'll kick you out! Of course I didn't get kicked out!" Fairkit hissed, lashing her tail. Apparently this was a sore matter in her kitten brain. And now he was laughing at her, badly wounding her. But if she tried to kill him he'd report to Littlestar and her apprenticeship might be delayed! Worst of all, she might even get actually kicked out! Of her home-clan.


    "You're talking me to death right now." she scowled, putting a paw to her head and pretending to fall over, tongue sticking out.

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    [color=#ADC2EB]Eyeing the grooves that the kid had just scored into the ground he just arched his eyebrows at her words, not sure whether or not to take her threat seriously and if he needed to sleep with one of his eyes open or not. She did seem fairly ticked off and he found his muscles bunching up in preparation but thankfully she didn't do anything but play dead. He couldn't help but give a few chuckles at her performance but he pretended like he was mocking her rather than being humored by her actions.


    "Alright, alright. What happened then?" Rocket pressed after he had held up his paws in surrender, still curious as to why she no longer half-lived in RiverClan. Maybe she had met Nadia? Er, actually d he had been in WindClan if he remembered correctly. He didn't bother asking. He was more curious about her reason for leaving since she got all clammy about it. It must be something intriguing.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=8]Fairkit decided to stay on the ground, removing her paw to give a definite eye roll towards Rocket's mean laughs. She gave off a large yawn, showing off her tiny kitten teeth and pale pink tongue, all neatly curled up inside there. She then closed her mouth and smacked her lips around. The titian kitten waited awhile before answering Rocket's question, putting a paw to her chin and looking up at the sky rather thoughtfully. She took a deep breath, making it look like she was about to embark on a verbal journey of hope, love, anger, sadness, and excitement.


    But then she shrugged and just said, "I left. It was boring."