MAKE YOUR CHOICE (open, hiding unhappiness)

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    Wildkit sneaked out of the camp often. He didn't care about the rules, and he wanted extra practise before he became an apprentice, and getting used to the territory was a good start. By now, the tuxedo feline knew the entire area by heart, and was very happy about that. But today, he had encountered something unusual: two kits, one a rogue kit, one a kittypet kit. The rogue had been cruelly beating up the kittypet, and Wildkit had decided to fight for what was right and defend the innocent kittypet. He had managed to beat the rogue, but still, it had been scary - his first actual fight! Claws aimed at his chest, growling, snarling... was this what it meant to be a warrior?


    He had returned to camp without anyone realising, but he certainly wasn't in a good mood. Yes, he was triumphant that he had won the battle, but he couldn't even share that victory with anyone without revealing that he had broken the rules. Maybe he might bring it up, but he would never tell anybody how scared he was deep down. At least Wildkit had fought for what was right, and good had prevailed over evil. That was what had come out of this, though Wildkit really was sickened by the way some cats acted. He had always felt that way, but he had seen bullying with his own eyes, and he didn't like it one bit.


    So there he was in camp, acting like he wasn't miserable at all.

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    the leader had always been good at sensing the feelings of others. the changes in their demeanor, their scent. the shifting of the light in her eyes. and she knew her child too well for any acting to slip by her.


    "wildkit," she called to the young tom, brows furrowed as she eyed him. "how are you? how has your day been?"

    "Just great! I managed to beat an evil badger in a fight!" well, that was kinda true? Not that a rogue kit amounted to a badger or anything. He so desperately wished he could tell Frecklestar about his battle and his emotions, but he wasn't sure how much he trusted even his own mother. Wildkit added determinedly, "Wait! I can smell badger! It's goodbye for you all - it must have followed me here! Naturally, I'll try my best to protect you, but you have a right to be terrified right now! Let me see you tremble!" And he whipped around, growling as though the badger was going to appear at any moment. Whilst he faced the other direction, a single tear rolled down his cheek. Just one, so that it wouldn't be noticeable.

    Blueface

    Who knew you'd be hated for being who you are...

    A badger? Blueface twitched her whiskers in amusement. She failed to notice the tear slipping down the kittens face, but she could scent a bit of blood. Nothing unusual for a cat though, they did eat prey after all. "You must be very strong."

    ...And be a big target for all the insecure.

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    berrykit, contrary to popular belief, actually liked wildkit a lot. not because they were friends or anything, but she felt important when she argued with him. someone cared enough about to her to waste time acting rudely towards her. she enjoyed talking, but she struggled a lot with friendly conversing. as a result, one of her favorite things to do was debate with her denmates. she was too good to leave camp. never in her life had she stepped more than a few paws out into the territory. the only reason she had ever set foot in the territory was because her and a few other kits were challenging each other to see how far out they would go.


    "he's not strong. he just likes to look strong, because he's stupid. he's just like all boys. he's dumb." the tortoiseshell stuck her tongue out at the dark tom, flicking her tail. "you couldn't fight a badger if you tried. not even frecklestar could fight a badger by herself. you'd be crowfood before you could raise a claw."

    "Yes, yes I certainly am strong if I managed to beat a badger! It should appear any moment now, so you had better all hide!" Wildkit knew that the prank would be much more believable if he made himself sound scared, but then he would look like a coward. What should he do in this tricky situation? Oh, yes! He unsheathed his claws, and bared his teeth, continuing with his vicious growling. Surprisingly, his growls did actually sound rather aggressive, especially for his age, as though he actually was a very able foe. Hmm. That was good.


    And then Berrykit the annoyance appeared. Oh, great. Time for another debate. "How would you know that I'm not strong? And you shouldn't judge all boys that way - what if I said that all girls were whiny brats who always need their tails saved, care more about their appearance, and are only there for kits? You'd get angry," once again, Berrykit had somehow managed to see through him. How did she do that? She didn't even seem that smart, though Wildkit didn't believe that he himself was a smart feline. But Berrykit was unusual. There had to be more to her, and Wildkit wouldn't rest till he found out what. "Have you ever seen anyone fight a badger? Because it does happen. Now are you going to debate with me and get the Clan killed because I'm being distracted by an annoyance like you, or let me concentrate on the battle? Oh wait, I'm great enough to multitask! Please carry on."