AND YOU SAID NO - O, Introduction

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    He didn't know if his father Flintheart was around or not, so he kept to himself, not really knowing where his brothers were either. As he stayed alone and away from the others, he felt his mind whirling with thoughts. Often he found himself yearning to escape camp and join a patrol or learn the cool stuff the apprentices come back to camp suddenly knowing. Do you know how awesome it would be to suddenly know how to kick someone's butt? Or pluck a rabbit from it's hole or some crap? He'd be happy to have something to do, it seemed as a kit, all he could do is just sit and be envious of everyone else. Once in a while be annoying, speaking of which, being annoying didn't sound to bad. He needed to do something fun, but what was there to do when every was just too busy to give him attention.


    He continued to ponder within his own little world, he sat crouched outside of the nursery, paws folded beneath him as his tail could hardly wrap around him. Timberkit's eyes stared hard and long at the ground, maybe if he found some moss to throw around? He was sure the warriors didn't need a lot for their bedding, he could take a little and they wouldn't even notice. Or maybe he could ask the Elder's for extra from their bedding, they might not mind, maybe they'd even play with him or tell him some cool stories and stuff.
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    IC: "I see a scheming kit," Iceforest mused as she passed the nursery on her way to the fresh kill pile. Tiny bits of moss and bark still clung to her snowy fur after the morning's patrol, bringing the scent of the undergrowth into the camp. She was starting to get good at reading the kits; she figured it would be nice to socialize with them every so often, even if a warrior should focus on keeping their bellies full and their nests warm first. Isolation as a kit wasn't fun, she knew this form her own kithood as a loner with little to no memory of any parents. It had been strange for other loners and her late mate to talk to her so much. She doubted any clanborn kit would have that problem as much, but certainly a little humoring wouldn't hurt, and it would probably even get them to listen a little more. She personally thought all the scolding was just passed down the generations; what harm was it for a kit to bump into you? Especially if they apologize soon enough. She kind of liked them, and though she herself had little interest in kits, she couldn't help but wonder if it was just a tom thing.


    His thoughts had been nothing but silence after his original thoughts to cause some trouble. But glancing up, he heard a warrior's voice and looked at her curiously. Trying to place a name to the face, but his eyes showed his frustration at trying to figure it out. "Scheming? What's that." He didn't have much ideas about big words sometimes, he was three months so it'd make sense that he wouldn't be that knowledgeable quite yet.


    His tail uncurled and whipped around, he took in more of the warrior queen's appearance and he softly tasted the air for a scent. Had she come from the forest that surrounded them? She definitely smelled like the wilderness to him, and soon he went from frustration to becoming envious of her freedom to come and go as she pleases.
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    IC: "Plotting, making mischief," Iceforest explained, reminding herself that of course a kit wouldn't know such bigger words. She vaguely wondered if he noticed her accent--it had faded somewhat since her youth, but many cats had looked at her funny and made fun of her when she'd first joined the clans. She hadn't really cared. She was used to hearing many different accents as a loner, and the clan cats had their own that she noted, but hardly cared one way or the other about. Well, if he didn't notice her accent right away, he would certainly notice her richer vocabulary.


    He nodded in understanding, awe showed in his kit-like features. "Oh cool, I'm gonna say that around my dad. Maybe he'll think I'm smart or something." Did his father think he was stupid? Nah. But it always helped to be the smart brother out of his littermates, or at least be thought of as such. He'd find Flintheart later though.


    Pulling himself out of his own thoughts, he looked to the warrior and gave her a open mouthed smile that may come off a little goofy. "What's your name? Were you just out in the forest? Can you take me out there?" He paused and frowned, "My dad won't take me out, he says I'm too small. So I think I'll ask again when I'm four moons." In all honesty, he felt chatty today and was glad this warrior stopped to chat with him.
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    IC: "Slow down, young one," Iceforest told him, chuckling a little and touching her tail to his mouth. "Just like any clan cat, you'll go out into the forest when you're done with most of your growing, and are big enough not to be snatched by anything. The world can be dangerous, young one. Your father is right, but maybe if you ask him after your apprentice ceremony, he'll take you out into the forest himself."


    Iceforest vaguely wondered what it was like to sit a the nursery entrance and watch all the big strong warriors come and go. She had lived outside the clans for many moons, and beyond that she couldn't remember anything but sensed something else had been there. It never bothered her much anymore, but it was certainly interesting. At least there was a warrior aware of just how perilous the world could be if you weren't careful.


    "My name is Iceforest. You're Timberkit, yes?"


    He produced a little glare at being shushed, but then it softened. Last time someone shushed it they pushed their paw towards his face and shoved him, he tried beating them up but he wasn't the strongest out of all his brothers. Not yet at least.


    But he did as told, not taking offense as she laughed at him and he kept quiet. Making sure to listen instead of talking her ears off for once, he made a decision that he liked this warrior. Maybe they'd be warriors together one day!


    At the sound of his name, he was pulled out of his own thoughts, "Woah, how'd you know my name?"
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    OOC: //kinda rushed


    IC: "A kit tends to be the talk of the clan," Iceforest mused in reply. She tended to pick up the names of kits and newcomers from overhearing gossip. "Especially one who schemes."


    ooc; totally cool, literally roleplaying on a double at work lol


    He pricked his ears and turned his head, he didn't know it was custom that a lot of the warriors and apprentices would check out a litter once it's born. When he's older he'll know better, but for now, he had no clue that when his father dropped him and his brothers in the camp that they were the talk of Thunderclan for at least a day. Especially with being motherless, whatever a mother was. "That's pretty cool, is it good when the clan talks about someone then?"


    There was that word again. schemes. "I just so happen to scheme all the time, before you came over I was thinking about making the biggest moss ball ever."
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    OOC: lol I've been RPing from classes


    IC: "Sometimes," Iceforest started thoughtfully, "though sometimes cats talk about another cat because they've done something mean." That was the best explanation she could find for it, anyway. She didn't want to teach him shame, but maybe she could explain 'bad' things to him. She'd found that badness as a concept varied between cultures; stealing prey from someone was cruel in the clans, but loners did it every so often if you couldn't hang on to your own catch. It taught wariness in them, though also a bit of negotiation and sharing--'give me the leg of your rabbit, and I won't kill you and take the whole thing,' or 'let's both catch that pheasant and split it, but I'll trust you not to kill me and take it if you trust me not to do the same'. Cruel? Maybe, if you didn't like the loner lifestyle. If you did, it was simply fair.


    She chuckled at his sudden boasting. "Ever, you say? Could you see Starclan if you climbed it?"

    「 one kiss, bad for me — but i give in so easily 」

    He was curious now, they talked bad about each other within the clan? He hadn't been exposed to negativity yet, so it was hard question what she was talking about when he himself had no clue. Timberkit knew what it meant to be rude, he just didn't know that talking about each other in a negative way was bad. "When you say talk bad, do you mean if they smell bad?" He remembered making fun of a NPC queen because she had smelled strange and he knew he didn't like it. Obviously he was punished, but they never told him how he could've said that in a better way or to keep his mouth shut when he had nothing good to say.


    At he mention of his moss ball, his eyes lit back up and he nodded vigorously, "That's exactly what I want to do! I wanna see Starclan with my moss ball! Do you wanna help me make one? I was gonna go get moss from the warriors den!" He said with excitement. To him, the only supply of moss in the camp was in the warrior, elders, and apprentice dens. And that's where he planned to go.


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    IC: "No, I mean if they hurt someone else's feelings and don't feel sorrow for it," Iceforest tried to explain. "Some cats like to gossip, and a cat being cruel to others is easy to gossip about. But it is also easy to gossip about someone who is nice and abides by the warrior code, so the act of chatting in itself isn't a bad thing." Goodness, it was tricky trying to teach a kit right and wrong while letting him think for himself and teaching him the clans' morals. No wonder loners preferred to live outside a warrior code. Good thing she was smart. She chuckled at his excitement about his moss ball, though made herself quiet down when he said he was heading for the warrior's den. "Oh no, you shouldn't steal it from the warriors," she corrected him. "Many weary warriors are still sleeping in there, and you would disturb them. Perhaps you can find some around the edges of camp, or ask to borrow some moss from the elders."

    「 one kiss, bad for me — but i give in so easily 」

    He shrugged when she blew off his idea of getting moss from the warriors, it would've been fun for him. But if Iceforest said it wasn't a good idea, then he supposed it wasn't. His eyes slid from the warrior to the elder's den, he hardly ever saw elders and was a bit on the fence about going there but at the same time maybe they would hand over moss.


    His eyes turned back to the she-cat and he nodded, "Okay we can go get some from the elders, but aren't they grumpy all the time?" He had been told once about how grumpy and snappy the elders were if they had to tell you something twice because you didn't listen the first time.


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