One jump ahead of the slowpokes ~Brokenkit~ One skip ahead of my doom

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    ~BrokenKit~  


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    The dew kissed grass shivered ever so slightly as Maizeykit's small frame trudged through.

    Making her way into ShadowClan territory, the kit paused and took an aggressive taste of the air. Her bark brown eyes were alert and trained on the tree line with wonderment and determination.


    One thing Maizeykit liked to think was that she was a little bit ahead of her time. She wanted to take some responsibilities into her own paws, albeit incapable of carrying it. She didn't understand that yet. Hence, with adrenaline pumping through her, she took herself on an unguided, 'solo patrol' of WindClan's territory. The red tabby's latest and greatest plan was going great, apart from the unexpectedly long walk. However, the farther she padded, the more it occurred to her that she didn't actually know what made her Clan's border.


    Of course, the kit was unwilling to believe she was going lost. A good future warrior must know the way around! I'll figure it out, she reckoned. She was tactful enough to wander out of WindClan's camp undetected, so the rest had to be a cinch. Paw after paw, she continued. It seemed every little thing was a teaser, trying to catch her attention. Maizey rubbed her cheek on a leaf with a funny smell. She then turned her nose up at a cluster of beetles that she noticed on the side of a tree. She had learned from experience that those were not prey and did not taste good. Speaking of which, Maizey paused as something moved through the leaves ahead of her. She pressed her belly to the ground and anchored her eyes and ears on it.


    She could not pull in it's scent, but she could tell right away that this was prey. The real kind. Although it was meant to be food, it also looked fun to play with. Maizey purred watching a thick tail twitch over the creature's back. Maizey's former agenda was instantly lost to the wind as she rocked her shoulders and prepared to pounce. I bet I can catch this...


    Maizey let out a spirited but unnecessary battle cry as she sprang forward. The squirrel simultaneously scrambled for traction and took off in the opposite direction, shooting up the trunk of the nearest tree. Maizey followed him right to it, instinctively hooking her claws on the bark to propel herself up. Her heart skipped as she missed the next paw going up. Gravity took over and Maizeykit tumbled head over hocks backwards, yowling, before she landed in a pile of dead leaves -- Safe and unharmed, but also deeply disappointed. After a moment of recovering, her muscles wearily allowed her to crane her head up. Maizey flicked her head to knock off a leaf that was stuck to her ear. Boy, that was a great success. She stood up and started looking to retrace her steps, only to mutter under her breath in defeat. "aaand now I think I'm lost."



    BrokenKit/Trad.Shadowclan/Male[♂]

    *:･ﾟ✦Brokenkit had gone against his father's word on taking a chance to slip out of camp, passing quietly by a few npc's even with his twisted hind leg. Jaggedkit seemed no where in sight, which would prove good so his sister wouldn't try and follow him out..risking them to being caught. Sure the past few days had gone by lazily, but something drew the dark tom out of the nursery and allow himself to leave...maybe it was the fact that his mum was a loner and she herself had left.


    His brown eyes focused on the dense shadows that would hopefully conceal him, allowing Broken to sneak farther and farther away. Up until the moment a small growl was heard, causing the tom to jump only at the realization it was his own stomach...begging for some sort of food to be given to satisfy it. Lifting his large head up towards the sky, attempting to catch the scent of some sort of small food source..But a strange new scent made Brokenkit occupy from his current objective to find a food source.


    Sneaking into the shadows as he'd seen many warriors do, before approaching the scent. Then startled at a faint voice Was there a rouge? Should he attempt to run back towards camp?

    All these thoughts passed through the young shadowclanner's head, up until the moment he unknowing walked right out towards Maizeykit. Dark ember colored eyes flashed towards the other kit, gaining the scent of something not at all familiar...she didn't smell like the cats of the marsh at all. Unable to put himself up with the fact that this might be a rouge kit, and how many problems that could do...but Brokenkit didn't hiss nor talk.





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    Sorry rushed

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    A soft gaze swept around, only to stop when the movement of another living being was caught. Maizey found herself staring owlishly into the face of the stranger. He looked like a kit as well, but one with fur and a scent she did not recognize. Maizey slowly raised her tail, about to follow the move with a hiss, but held back at the stoniness of the other kit. Hesitance shown from her own silence, although she was anything but quiet inside. Nerves had her heart beating like a drum. She wasn't expecting to meet someone on her 'patrol.' So, what do I do now? Well, attacking was not on the list of options. She didn't want to do that anyway.


    I know! ...I- I think? I should find out who he is and what he's doing here first... She thought, breaking the tense atmosphere with a blink and then a greeting. "Hi," The meow came out timid, yet friendly. Maizey, who had some reason to believe she was still in WindClan's territory (that reason being not knowing), wondered what this kit was doing here. Was he a loner of some sort? She didn't know that it was her in actuality who had stepped over boundaries. "Who are you...?"



    BrokenKit/Trad.Shadowclan/Male[♂]

    *:･ﾟ✦"Name's Brokenkit, and who're you?"

    The male asked quite casually although he was a little worried about the kit, his father had recently warned them of rouges even if she didn't appear to be one. Taking a small step forward with a tilted head, curious on why she had the scent of something odd 'This is shadowclans territory" Broken would state light hearted as his brown eyes gazed over the tabby, now wasn't the time to leave her alone to be found out. Even if this was aganist what Lionstar would say, if she wasn't a rouge then maybe he'd loose the small leaderlike actions.. as it was all a play to hopefully show Maizey he wasn't supposed to let cats onto shadowclan's territory.


    Paws pushing into the hard ground as if watching the femmes every movement, trying to see how she would react. Most clan cats knew of these boundaries, so that had brokenkit thinking maybe she was slightly new? After all soon Broken would be an apprentice, so he'd done some past studying whenever the time gave him an option too.


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    Brokenkit was his name, as he had stated. Maizeykit wondered why, under the assumption that there was meaning behind the name. The ginger tabby did not know many cats her age -- none, actually -- but she observed from older cats that their names seemed to be linked to some part of them, usually in the physical sense. She pushed the thoughts to the back of her mind temporarily, realizing the tom had turned the question back on her. She shifted her weight, muscles going lax. "My name is Maizeykit," She meowed. Her voice resonated confidence to some extent, as much as her body was capable of holding.


    That taste of pride spoiled in her mouth at Brokenkit's next words, however. "ShadowClan?" She echoed. The purpose of her patrol was to remain at the boundary, not to wander over it. Wasn't that one of the rules of the warrior code or something? Oops...


    "Uh, I knew that." A tail swatted nervously behind her. Maizeykit didn't like the feel of lying. She quickly blurted, trying to back out of it "Look, I actually didn't..." Her ears were bent back awkwardly, but they lifted as she focused back on the ShadowClan Kit, curiosity swirling in her eyes. "I'm from WindClan. I was practicin' a patrol for the first time. What were you doing?" A purr slipped out at the end of her sentence as she waited for his response, like it was the exciting end to an elder's story.