scream & shout || yelling contest

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            "HEY SKYCLAN! SKYCLAN! HEY!" The high-pitched scream would echo throughout camp, the source came from the tiny, curly, scrap of fur in the center of camp. Lambkit.

    A big smile was plastered on his face.


    "SKYCLAN AS USUAL IS REALLY BORING AND LAME RIGHT NOW. THE CAMP AT LEAST. LETS LIVEN THE PLACE UP! I'M HOSTING A YELLING CONTEST! WHOEVER CAN YELL THE LOUDEST WINS! BUT LETS BE FOR REAL, WE ALL KNOW THE WINNER IS GUNNA BE ME. BUT CHALLENGE ME IF YOU DARE!" Oh mom would kill him if she was in camp, she'd tell him to be quiet and allow cats to enjoy their free time in peace and quiet and to stop being a disruption. But jokes on her! She was on patrol right now, and unless his scream was that loud she wouldn't hear him. Only cat he had to worry about was his dad, but he could get on his dad's soft side more easily then mom probably so it was okay. "SO WHO IS GOING TO JOIN ME? ANYONE? HAHA!"

       

    Juniperpaw, as a rule, did not like kits. Well, maybe he didn't like the idea of being a kit, because of how much he'd hated his time as Juniperkit- but even still, he found children to be annoying. He was sure that if he were ever to have kits (which wasn't exactly likely considering how terribly unpopular he was with she-cats) he might think differently. Or maybe it wasn't only down to kits- if any cat shouted as loud as Lambkit, he'd likely come skulking over, dripping venom.


    "It seems you think relaxing is an unnecessary thing," he murmured toward his brother, essentially monotonically. "But since you've already woken everyone in camp up, I guess I can participate." Lambkit was exceptionally loud, and Juniperpaw hardly ever shouted, mostly sticking to mumbled responses. He doubted he'd ever get to yowl as loud as Lambkit, but still- he could give it a go.


    There was a violent growl in his tone as he shouted, not used to yelling for entertainment instead of out of anger. "SO WHAT DO I WIN IF I BEAT YOU?"

    MOTHPAW ♚

    Skyclan - Apprentice - Female - 10 moons


    ― Mothpaw nearly came tumbling from the apprentice's den at the shouting she heard. Alarm was clear on her face, whirling around until she found Lambkit. She had been sure, before making out his words, that another badger had found its way to camp. Perhaps a much larger one. But there appeared to be no black and white creature in sight--just the fluffy sight of Lambkit shortly joined by his brother. She had always gotten along quite well with the younger members of the clan. She didn't think it was immaturity, but the fact that she could keep up with their abundance of energy. It was nice, truthfully. In fact, her closest friend had been made when she had been a paw and kit had still been tacked onto the end of his name. She was sure the cinnamon-furred tom was going to reprimand his younger sibling for disturbing the peace of camp. But when his loud holler followed she couldn't help the snort of laughter that emitted from her own mouth.


    She laughed still as she joined them, head shaking and warm amber eyes as bright as ever. "You two have another thing coming," She began, cocking her head to one side. "IF YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING TO BE ABLE TO BEAT ME!" Her chest was puffed, and she stood as tall as her legs could muster as if they may help her volume. As if she needed any more amplification as it was. Even her shouts sounded lighthearted, especially compared to that of Juniperpaw. It was hard to keep her giggles at bay as she tried to feign some seriousness. She did enjoy a good competition. All the more so when she had friends at her side.

    His dim yellow gaze would flicker over to his brother as he approached and a small smirk would be plastered on the young tom cats maw. "Because it is! Relaxing is really boring, I dunno how everyone wants to do it." He comments with a small shrug. He relaxed practically all day... and then only right after relaxing mom sentenced him to bedtime... Ugh he couldn't wait to become an apprentice. His ears folded back and a big toothy smile would find its way back onto his face. "I DON'T KNOW. YOU DON'T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT IT THOUGH BECAUSE GUESS WHAT? YOU WONT!" He screams back with a bunch of laughter shortly escaping him as Mothpaw made her way over to the scene. Hmm, he wondered who would be the first to walk in an ruin the party? Probably some grouchy warrior or something... hmph. He wouldn't listen to them! He'd just yell- even louder!


    "SORRY, WHAT DID YOU SAY MOTHPAW? YOU'RE FAR TOO QUIET I CANNOT POSSIBLY HEAR YOU OVER MY VERY LOUD YELLING. PLEASE SPEAK UP." He giggles back with a small purr, gee this is fun! "WHO DO YOU THINK IS GONNA BE THE FIRST TO TELL US TO SHUT UP?"

       

    "It is absolutely not going to be me." Finchpaw drawled, loafing nearby. The tabby was comfortable, though their attempt at napping in the warm sun had been cut unfortunately short by their Clanmates' screeching. Blue eyes fixed on the trio with some amusement, flicking from Lambkit to Juniperpaw to Mothpaw and back again. They probably wouldn't join in, but at least the others were having fun.

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