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    Wildkit was at the freshkill pile, examining the prey. Of course he planned on eating, but he was interested in what the prey looked like first. The black tomcat was no naïve fool - he knew how the prey ended up on the pile. Someone had to kill it, and then it ended up there. The child felt bad for the animals on the pile, but knew that it was the way things went. The stronger picked on the weak. And he had heard that kittypet food was absolutely disgusting, though Wildkit was very open minded and always up for trying new things.


    Eventually, the WindClanner chose a mouse, and begun to eat. He savoured every bite, though he didn't thank StarClan for his prey. StarClan was nothing but make believe to the large tom, and he felt as though times had moved on. Whilst he had nothing against those who worshipped the warrior ancestors, he did wish that they didn't play such a huge role in Clan life. The warrior code was also nothing more than a mere nuisance to Wildkit. Rules were meant to be broken after all, and he wasn't afraid to break any of them.


    After he had finished his mouse, Wildkit glanced around, desperate for someone to talk to. The four moon old was incredibly bored. In two moons time, he would be ready to become an apprentice, and he was very much looking forward to that. The nursery and the camp was so familiar to the kid by now, he literally could make his way around with his eyes closed. He couldn't wait to leave the camp and get on with his training, even if he didn't have much confidence in the fact that he would do well. Though he did have a huge amount of potential, Wildkit hadn't really noticed it, or was being very modest over it. Well, not modest. He actually boasted all the time to hide his insecurities. No matter how powerful the black feline became though, he knew that it would never be good enough. He wanted to be the greatest, and that wasn't going to happen. Then again, wasn't that every kit's dream?


    He just hoped someone would show up soon, someone he could mess with. Sitting here, thinking about his future, was making the WindClan child uneasy.


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    gon post later when i don't feel like i'm hyperventilating over doing a billion homework assignments at 11pm, fml



    berrykit was a pretty typical kit. she was relatively well-behaved, and enjoyed playing with her denmates in camp. she wasn't mature enough to really think beyond what she was told. she woke up every morning to watch the warriors and the apprentices go out on patrol, she ate, she talked, and then she went back to sleep. it was a rinse and repeat life for the three-moon-old tortoiseshell. she wasn't really sure what her future would be like. she'd probably become an apprentice, and then a warrior, and then maybe a queen. her life was simple, and she was aware of that. when she heard the elders speak about their crazy stories, she couldn't believe them. after all, the most eventful things in her day usually revolved around a game of mossball. maybe life was more interesting back then, or maybe they were bluffing. it didn't mean anything to her.


    windclan was, unfortunately, a small clan. berrykit knew everyone by name. this clan was her family. she had been born into it. to her, windclan was enormous. of course, being so young, she had no experience with the other clans. she didn't know how big clans usually were, and that was probably for the best. they didn't have a deputy, and she didn't know that that was against the warriors code. berrykit wasn't super passionate about her future. she didn't dream of becoming leader and defending her clan. becoming berrystar was something that, as far as she was concerned, was too much work. she wasn't lazy, but she liked an easy life.


    "hi, wildkit!" purred the she-kit. "what've you been up to? other than eating, though. duh."


    their lack of a deputy brought freckleface more anxiety than she'd have liked to admit. she'd been raised to fear the wrath of starclan, and breaking such a massive part of the code filled the speckled fem with terror. at this point, freckleface didn't care who the deputy was, it could be a bloody apprentice for all she cared - they just needed to fix this issue before something terrible happened.


    she'd been mauling over the matter when berrykit's inquiry to her denmate caught her attention. she smiled at the two, glad to see them getting on well, and couldn't help but trail closer. "ah - hello you two! how's the prey today?" she inquired, thought knew she likely wouldn't eat until that evening. if at all.


    berrykit liked freckleface. she was nice, and she was the mother of most of the kits. or, well, not really pregnant with them, and she also wasn't a queen. but she was pretty much the clan mom. she was nice and gentle and she was a good cat. freckleface would be a good leader in her eyes. she knew her clanmates better than anyone, and the young tortoiseshell would happily trust her life with the warrior.


    "hi, freckleface!" she responded, grinning up at her. "it's okay. it never really tastes different." the only prey berrykit had ever known was thin and sparse, thanks to leaf-bare. she hadn't been weaned early enough to get to understand how much bigger and juicier prey could be. it always fascinated her when the old apprentices spoke about how much they couldn't wait for green-leaf. of course, they were young, and didn't really know what they were talking about, but in comparison to her, they were basically elders. she really looked up to those big apprentices.


    Berrykit came over. Haha. She seemed like a happy kid, cheerful and all. However, Wildkit knew better than to judge people by how they looked and acted. On the inside, they could actually be a completely different person. The black and white tom replied, "Oh, I was thinking of how I would take over the Clan and kill a certain someone called Berrykit," he teased.



    He was joking, but his face looked dead serious. The large tom had learnt how to keep a straight face nowadays, and was actually an amazing actor. Well, he wouldn't say amazing, because he really was one who was hard on himself and didn't really see himself as a very great cat. Though the child couldn't have known it, but he was incredibly talented, and would continue being so in his future. But Wildkit wasn't aware of that. He didn't feel confident deep down, or secure.



    "Hi!" he addressed Freckleface, "Oh, the prey's great! Well, for leaf-bare, that is. That's because I caught it. Yeah! I snuck out the camp, and caught my own prey, and ate it myself! And half the stuff on the pile belongs to me, too!" Huh. Maybe he should actually sneak out of the camp and try hunting. Wildkit didn't care if he got in trouble, even though he doubted he would bring back anything good.

    frecklefaces fine features turned almost nostalgic, for a moment. the fem had been born in greenleaf, but apprenticed and trained in the height of leaf-bare. she'd learned to hunt best in the snow, to let it cover her dark fur and hide her. in the green fields, the dark brown feline stuck out like a sore thumb. though, in the end, she'd always managed to do a good job; she just had to catch them before they could spot her.


    "just wait until green leaf," the feline purred, shaking her head. "everything's big and full of flavor, and there's so much prey on the freshkill pile that it actually goes bad." she explained, a sigh escaping her lips as she eyed the rather measly pile. she spent all morning hunting, and had only contributed a rabbit and a mouse; she knew she'd have to go back out soon enough.


    gaze traveling to her adoptive son, concern flooded the felines eyes. "wildkit, that's not something to joke about. your clan is your family, you should want to support your clanmates, not take over or... hurt them. even joking." she wouldn't make him apologize; she knew little boys well enough to know he likely wouldn't do so genuinely. she had enough adoptive sons to have learned to try to turn everything into learning experiences.


    the mottled she-kit was disgusted by what wildkit said. "shut up, mousebrain!" she snapped. "you'll never be leader, anyways. you need to be nice to be the leader." berrykit wasn't great at comebacks, seeing as she was pretty young and wasn't allowed to say mean things in the first place. she wasn't friends with wildkit, and now she knew why. he was rude! but, seeing as windclan was pretty small, there weren't too many other kittens to talk to. she would probably forget all about this, anyways. well, until wildkit said something mean again.


    "i don't like boys," she said to freckleface, not trying in the slightest to hush her words from the tom-kit. "boys are mean and stupid. why can't everyone be a girl?" after all, girls were much more polite and friendly. plus, there was no such thing as a boy queen. boys couldn't have kits. they didn't serve a single purpose, other than to act big and tough. and not to mention how many cooties they had.


    //sorry about late reply, I went somewhere


    "Cool. I'll be able to catch the best prey the Clan's ever seen then! I bet you all can't wait!" the black and white tom didn't believe that anything he was saying was true. Him? Be a good hunter? What were the odds of that happening? Of course, the child would try his very best, but would that really been enough? "Who said I was joking? Haha. Well I was, but she doesn't seem to realise. So, mousebrain herself. I wouldn't try to take over the Clan or kill anybody, not unless I had a reason to."


    He faced Berrykit. "But you seem to think that I would have tried to do something like that - and would have failed, as well. None of those things are true. Don't tell me you were planning to take over the Clan and kill me instead?"he gave a gasp, a devilish smirk on his face. "And technically, you don't need to be nice to be a leader. If someone was cunning enough, lied enough, pulled enough tricks, they could take over. That's often why wars started. Not that I can be bothered to listen to elders' stories, as I would much rather live in the present than the past, but still!" Would Wildkit ever want to actually be leader? No way in hell. He didn't think he was good enough, even if his body build would apparently 'give him a huge advantage during battle'. There was no chance that could actually be true.


    "Though I'm not offended, others will take offense to that. I'm giving you a bit of advice here - boys are strong and smart, and you shouldn't disrespect them. And why can't everyone be a girl? Because we would all be dead. A tom and a she cat make a baby, didn't you know that? Seems you want to take over the Clan, kill me, kill all the toms, and watch everyone die. That or you're being a mega mousebrain. That's triple the average mousebrain!"Wildkit's smirk was so huge it was practically off his face, though it did shift into a frown several times. This was mainly whenever he spoke about his skills, for he actually doubted them. However, the frowns were so quick, it was unlikely anyone would notice them unless they were really observant.


    "of course i knew that!" she spat in retort. she didn't know that, but she didn't want to look dumb. "who cares about babies anyways. they're just smelly and loud." berrykit scrunched up her face in disgust. being three moons of age, she thought she was really mature - especially in comparison to the younger kits. she could eat prey, which basically made her like a warrior. "windclan would be better without them, anyways."


    "freckleface wouldn't let someone mean become leader. she would put you right in your place. i would be a way better leader than you, anyways!"


    freckleface suddenly felt very old, watching the two kits bicker like... well, kits. even when she was young, she'd been rather passive; she stood up when necessary, but let most things slide. though she'd learned to stand her ground with age, most everyone knew the warrior had a tendency to break certain rules. she'd feed anyone hungry before herself, even those from other clans. she left camp alone all the time, and, on occasion, the feline would take kits out on escapades. she saw no reason to treat the future of their clan like tiny prisoners; they should know their clans territory and be proud of it.


    "i'm afraid i don't get much say in who becomes leader - i've lived through all different kinds in my life." she explained, sounding older than she'd intended. "but the best leaders are always kind and empathetic. sootstar led a clan that hated him, and he didn't even last a full moon. your clanmates must want to lay their life down for you - not out of fear, but out of love." the fem explained, shrugging two lean shoulders. she'd always been overly kind, pacifistic; she trusted easily and with her entire soul.

    "We were all babies once, and we're still young. If babies didn't exist, once again, none of us would exist. How many times do you have to agree with ideas that would literally destroy us all? A bit dark, isn't it? Haha... I like it. Although age plays a part in our lives, some cats mature quicker than others anyway. And as for them being smelly, we all just stink of this Clan anyway because we're around each other so much and our territory. And many older cats are louder than younger cats. Shy kids do exist, don't you know?" he hoped that Berrykit wasn't actually taken offense - or that if she was, she would get over it soon. Wildkit wasn't looking for enemies, even if he wasn't exactly looking for friends either.


    The black tomcat continued, "Freckleface isn't in charge of us, and everybody has our own opinions," he gave his adopted mother a nudge, odd eyes glinting with cunning. "Time for me to interrogate you, Berrykit! If you were leader, how would you lead the Clan? No obvious answers like being incredibly kind or strong - or in your case, wanting to murder everybody in existence. Though do feel free to share your evil plans with me." He glanced at Freckleface, his face not giving anything away.


    "wildkit." the warriors voice was strict, stern, and she regarded the young tom with a frown, the disapproval clear on her features. "i am in charge of you. as your adoptive mother, and as a warrior. and regardless of your opinions, if you aren't going to express yourself with good manners then bite your tongue." she told him, lips tilted into a frown. she was almost expecting some sort of rebuttal, and found herself going through her list of punishments from moons of being a mentor, looking for one for a kit.

    Urgh. He hadn't been hoping for a reaction like that. "But you said it yourself. You don't have control over who the leader is," haha... her anger was kinda funny though. Wait, no it wasn't! Wildkit was getting worried, and was looking for random excuses to laugh. Wouldn't that just get him in more trouble? "I'm free to say whatever I like, though. Not trying to be rude or anything, in case that was what you thought I was doing. Because no, silly! I'm just helpfully interviewing Berrykit here."


    "be quiet, wildkit!" she snapped, tail lashing. "i'll tell maplefur that you're being mean and stupid, and he'll hold your apprenticeship back!" berrykit was thankful that freckleface was on her side for this one. it wasn't surprising, though. the black tom acted like he was so smart, but he wasn't. he used big words to try and intimidate her and act more mature, but she wasn't putting up with that! after all, wildkit was only a little bit older than her. it was just that he wanted to flaunt how he would become an apprentice before her.


    "if i was leader, then i would make sure everyone gets to eat a lot of food and no one argues and we all become friends with the other clans." berrykit didn't know how the world worked, but she knew that every cat would be a whole lot happier if their life was like that. "and i wouldn't be mean to anyone," she added, glaring with green eyes at wildkit. he was giving quite a bit of attitude to his adoptive mother.


    "You can't tell me to be quiet. So, I'm being mean, and stupid? I'm just trying to have some fun, though I do take my life very seriously. As for stupid, I'd say that I've been acting rather intelligent with all my quick replies and such," what Berrykit had said had hit him more deeply than she would probably realise, though. He did feel as though he was mean and stupid, and was only acting this way because he felt so negatively about himself. An idea popped into the tom's mind, and he decided to go through with it after some hesitation. He suddenly moved close to the other kit, whispering in her ear, "Let me tell you a secret, Berrykit. I'm going to become an apprentice and then a great warrior no matter what anyone else says. You'll keep that quiet, won't you? You'd better." He really didn't trust the child after all.



    Pulling away, he continued, "That's still a pretty expected and obvious answer. How would you make sure you got enough food? Sometimes nature will work against us, though of course - provided that by some miracle you make a good leader, I'll help out with everything that I have. And you can't control whether others argue or not - I wish that everybody would live in peace and be friends, but it's not going to happen. Not unless I think up the best plan ever." That was true. Wildkit knew that it was impossible for everybody to get along, as much as he wanted it to happen. He hated there being so many arguments and wars.