The Kids Are Not Ok

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    The she cat glowered a bit in thought. She didn't particularly want to listen to Rustsky, honestly she hardly listened to anyone besides Palepaw maybe. And even then, it was when she was feeling generous.


    Pushy cats annoyed her, cats who thought they were better because they were older made her want to scream at them; she kind of wanted to scream now but took a deep breath in, then out. She had to at least try to calm down, the displeased look stayed in her bright eyes though.


    She looked towards Palepaw with a glance, she wasn't sure if he would join, but she thought if anything, it would help her drag her butt back into camp tired enough not to care who curled around her the rest of the night. Getting a chance to shove Vix off her high horse wasn't bad intensive either.


    "Foxface likes lurking in the dark like a creep?" she jabbed effortlessly as she stood to her paws and gave Palepaw a raised brow. A nod of her head towards the warrior to ask if he wanted to come too.


    "Why am I not surprised?"

    ———— W O L F P A W ————


    a wolf doesn't concern himself with the opinions of sheep


    Like a frenzied ghoul she parts her large jowls, revealing elongated incisors that sparkle as the moons rays reflect upon them. A loud growl rumbled in her thorax, venomous snarls emmitting and her top row of fangs connected with her bottom ones - causing a loud snap to ensue. Wolfpaw, whom was now vexed at her smaller sisters words, piqued and belittled the much larger fae felt.


    Wolfpaw stands to her foundations, long muscular legs trek forth, inching further toward Vix. All the whilr she remained calm, howbeit the most vomposed cruelty lied om her angelic features - like a short fuse she was ready to blow. "I'd watch what you say Vixen, least you still have you tongue." Wolfpaw mused, a simple sentament seethed between clenched canines. A warning perhaps? To her sister, who she knew if she could she'd take her sister jawa in her paws, pry them open just so she can rip out that slimy organ that assists in making words. Oh how she'd enjoy that, to take the very thing that allows Vixenpaw the gift of speech.


    Albeit, Wolfpaw knew she couldn't do that - at least not yet. Vixen's day was coming, the day she weeps her last. The onyx babe halted just an inch or two from Vix, her attention fell onto the warrior whom had unfortunately been woken up her siblings bickering. Had they all just stayed in their den like good little shitheads, then maybe she would still be counting the stars and waiting for the sun to rise above the oasis.


    The mention of a hunt made Wolfpaws ears twitch, probing atop her dome in sheer interest in a hunt - especially at night. Her father had taken her out a week or two ago, teaching her how to use the darkness as a weapon when hunting - utilize your surroundings. Golden orbs fixated on Rustsky, body flexing in an effort to ease her tense limbs. "Night serves as your secret weapon, if you know how to utilize your surroundings. Perhaps this would be the best training session for Vixen, don't you agree little sis." Wolfpaw smirked, glancing back over at Vix as she waits for more idiotic and stubborn poor choice of words.


    Ooc; my replies may be hella slow considering im in texas visiting family as my fiances parents want to see their grand daughter and this was done from phone so there may be mistakes x.x


    "Speech."

    ✧ He was still irritated--still irked at everyone's decision to interrupt his sleep with their incessant chatter--but when his mentor suggested that they should go and hunt...well, it at least gave him a reason to be awake. The tom sauntered over to the entrance of the den and stepped out into the clearing. The moon hung low in the horizon and a gentle breeze brushed against his thick, dark fur. Snakepaw turned back around and faced his siblings, his mentor, and the other apprentices.


    "If you are all done bickering," he snapped. "why don't we actually go and hunt?" He said it as if he'd never argued with them before.


    The small tortoiseshell just stared at her sister boredly, the only reaction being a roll of her eyes and a flick of one of her larger ears. Her sister thought she scared her cause she was big but, to Vixenpaw, all her siblings were big, so Wolfpaw didn't hold that much over the scrawny lithe she-cat, those yellow eyes glimmering like topazes in the moon light. Then both of her sisters decided to gang up on her and she sneered to Wolfpaw, flicking those cold yellow eyes to the larger sister, "I mean, if anything Roaringpaw needs the training more if she believes hunting in the dark would prove useless don't you agree?" The sly yellow eyes flicked to Rory, blinking innocently to the other as the mottled apprentice coiled her tail neatly over her paws, a cool, relaxed look to her face.


    "speech"

    ✧ \ I'M YOUR DEAD GIRL WALKING \ TAGS

    (Thank you Wolfpaw)


    Orange eyes sharpened, and though she wanted to jab at her sister, who she was only just taller than with a clawed paw, she only turned to face the others. Her slightly slim, but sturdy body stalked over, past Snakepaw who was roused from his own sleep (because of them, but whatever) and Critterpaw. He gave them bother considering glares, but deemed it unnecessary to start anything with them, besides it wasn't like Critterpaw wanted much of anything to do with them, he'd made a cleaner break from Bearclaw than the rest of them have ever been able to do.


    He smells like the worst side of three day old crow food and is off doing his own thing, but at least he could get away with it. She grudgingly had no care to start things with him.


    And Snakepaw...well they had an understanding, he licked Bearclaws rear with how much he admired the fowl cat and she didn't cramp his style. At least he made a good distraction to keep daddy dearest off her back.


    Roaringpaw resolutely ignored Wolfpaw. Fact is, she's as soon as go for the throat with that mess of a paw-licker.


    "Vix, unloved sister of mine." She flicked her own ear back with her feathery tail. "Calling you a creep does not mean I do not know the values to killing things at night."


    She looked up at Rustsky with that sharp look of dislike she gave the majority of the warriors.


    "You're not my mentor, but I'd rather run myself ragged doing something of worth then yowling my voice hoarse arguing pointlessly with things I hate. Stop trying to be all high and mighty and just tell us to make use of ourselves."

    — ☆*:・☽ I WOULD DIE FOR YOU!

    🔆 Rustsky’s anger was a little more than piqued at the moment. But she also didn’t want to be the warrior that, was always known to have a temper, forever. Inwardly sighing as she rolled her shoulders to release the building tension, the flaming molly raised a paw to her maw and nipped at the dirt she’d ended up kneading and getting caught in between her toes. Once the apprentices were done bashing each other and obviously showing their dislike for her appearance, she returned her blue gaze to the large group of apprentices. She honestly hated that she was not much older than the apprentices. Perhaps they woul’ve respected her a little more if she was actually older than they were. But at the same time, she was still proud she was made a warrior a moon earlier than her peers.


    “Well, it’s decided then. Let’s all go to the sandy hollow. If you wish to join in on the hunt we can split into pairs and work as a TEAM to capture enough for your goal. Avoid hunting any birds because I don’t want to have to explain to Heatherpaw why any of you got a sprained paw or Blackstar hearing that a little bickering like this is going on. I’ll let Blackstar know about the good work you’re all putting in if you do join, you’re free to go back to sleep though.” Rustsky responded. “Also, if you don’t have a set mentor, just deal with it. It doesn’t matter if i’m your mentor or not. We can all go make ourselves useful now .”





    fangs °



    CRITTERPAW ♚

    your friends all think i'm lonely


    ― Well, he was awake now, wasn't he? It wouldn't be too long from now until he would've had to get up anyway, so the small feline would shake off the last of his sleepiness with a flick of his bushy tail. "i come." He stated to Rustsky as he stood up.

    The bickering continued for quite some time and Honeynose, the mother to most of the loud apprentices, marched out of the den. The stiffness of her figure showed the severe disappointment in being woken. It wasn't unlike her kits to be arguing. They all seemed to be each others worst enemy. They had always been this way, yelling at each other. It seemed their first words were in spite of one another.


    "Have you any idea what time it is?" Honey continued to stomp her way towards the group, "Bearclaw sent me out here to quite you lot down. Nearly half the warriors are awake and griping about how unruly you are being." Her words would sting any other apprentice, but these were the ones she raised. Her words meant almost nothing if not less than dirt. The only thing a few of them might respond to is the fact their father had been woken.


    She heard the talk of the night hunting. "That's a great idea, if it weren't a form praise for some of them. They disrupted so many clan members." She thought, then rethought, "Maybe as punishment they do the hunting and then stay up until tomorrow night." Honey had no place putting a punishment on all of the cats. She hardly was in her place by attempting to punish the ones she claimed. It was not as if they would listen. None of Bearclaws kits would even pay more than a thought to her.

    ✦ ✧ ✦ the arguments had taken vio a little by suprize, though she figured she probably should've seen it coming. this family was messed up, there was no way around it, but did they not have the common decency to bicker someplace quiet, when it was this late at night? with a sharp roll of her eyes, the girl would get up to pad away, ready to just head back out into the forest, but then rustsky approached and she turned. night hunting didn't sound bad, though if she was with this lot.... "great starclan let's either go or not. stop arguing." she'd mutter this under her breath, not willing to insert herself into the family arguments just yet. when the mother padded over, she felt her tail twitch with annoyance again. "is hunting really a punishment?" might as well stay- this could get interesting now that these cats' mother was here. she knew their dynamic. none of them cared enough about honeynose to even listen to her. licking her lips, she'd turn to crimsonpaw, giving him a look that perhaps only her sibling could read. "whatever.. i'm going to go. i personally don't feel like getting in trouble for something i didn't do." with that she had slipped back out of camp, not bothering to see if the rest were following her.

    // vio out