Kitnapping! -Private-

IC:Rage sat, hidden in a shadow in a corner of the nursery. His white blue eyes were glowing in the near darkness and has dark tabby frame was blending into the background perfectly. He was waiting, waiting for any kits bold enough to approach him. His current mission was that of stealth, and the gaining of a kit. A kit that would be strong enough to keep up with him and smart enough to become his apprentice. Through a lot of training of course. The assassin sat and waited, watching for an approaching kit.

Rage smirked, the expression gliding across his face. None of the other kits were working up the courage to approach but it did appear as though one of the kits was awake. He scanned the small being for signs of anything that might bridge him apart from the others. Turning his full attention onto the Thunderclan kitten he waited and watched as the kit sniffed the air. Promising, very promising, Rage chuckled to himself and looked into the kitten’s mercury eyes. A very similar shade to his own. That hit a cord; reminding him of his kit-hood.

“Good evening young kit, you haven’t yelled for help yet,” he stated softly, curling his tail over his paws and keeping his voice low. He didn’t need the entire nursery waking up while he tried to acquire an apprentice.

Rage watched the kit with curious eyes, their white-blue chill somehow dulled for a change. This little kit was certainly interesting, in an almost ghost like way. He was soothing yet mesmerizing, it was remarkable in such a young kit. Rage felt calm for once in a long time, sure of his next move. Which was certainly a strange feeling because he was almost never calm, sure of himself, yes, but never calm.

“I stopped crying for help when I realized nobody would come," he heard the young kit say. What an odd comment, Rage thought to himself as watched the young cat, "I have never seen you here before. Who are you, exactly?"

“My name is Rage and you haven’t seen me before because I do not frequently pass through this part of the territory. Although I don’t believe I have been seen before through this part of the woods even then,” he replied, his voice low and soothing. His charismatic side appearing now that he was feeling calm, it certainly was a strange feeling, “And may ask your name and what you meant by your comment young kit?”

He flicked his tail for silence, white-blue eyes narrowing as he tried to consider how to reply. Working through his words he decided what could be useful and how he could reword it. Smoothing out his facial expression he moved a soothing smile into place on his features. His dark tabby pelt was still blended into the background and with a small step forward he moved further into the light. The silver scars of many battles littered his pelt and he flicked an ear before choosing his words carefully,

“Shatteredkit, what an interesting name. However, you are wrong on one point; I am only here for one kit. A kit who show’s talent in my line of work. You are the only one to even spot my appearance, little could say the same,” he soothed, weaving his words into a measured response.

OOC: Yay, the plot is set in motion.

IC:Rage chuckled; the tone was cold but still lighter than normal. His eyes were sparked for the first time in a long time and his tail twitched ever so slightly in anticipation. Here was an intelligent cat, far above the intellectual span of most of the adults he knew. This would also present a challenge, but he loved a challenge it always sparked his blood. He nodded his head in agreement, ice-blue eyes flashing. He flicked an ear, the one that had a clip in it from where his sister had managed to land a blow.

“Good observation Shatteredkit, although I would normally expect more resistance from your clan members, this is why I was surprised to find you spotted me so easily. However I wasn’t exactly trying to hide either. My words can be taken how you will; it is ultimately your decision whether or not you chose to believe them. After all, what is my word against the word of clan cat?” here he chuckled the sound a lot colder than the previous time he’d shown humour. When he turned his gaze back to Shatteredkit though his eyes were as cold as ice, the air around them seemed to chill leaving a wake of silence in its path, “I won’t be leaving here alone though so your decisions from now are very important.”

OOC: Ahh! Sometimes writing a Bi, murderous and otherwise evil cat who can sometimes be weird, be nice and be loving all at the same time really does my head in. Any who…

Rage again nodded his head, if this cat were ever to become his apprentice then he would have to learn to accept as well as give. Plus it was nice to see that there were still cats out there that were open to criticize. However, deep inside his blood was beginning to boil, frothing under the skin like a venomous snake just waiting to rear its’ head. Keeping a clam exterior he shifted his weight completely oblivious to the fact that his claws had slipped out. It was an unconscious reaction that sometimes happened when he got angry.

“To be completely honest you do happen to be the first kit who’s even show any amount of interest at all. Anticlimactic, hardly, it would be a fair disappointment I can assure you of that fact. It’s been something I’ve been thinking about for awhile and so I had hoped to work this out. It would seem however that Thunderclan kits are far more clear then I gave them credit for, you’ve caught me off guard Shatteredkit. As for my reason’s for picking you; you remind me of myself when I was a kit,” here he shrugged, rolling his shoulders and smirking, “You’re interesting.”

OOC: Yeah, I love him but he always gives me grief. *sigh*

IC:Rage listened silently through Shatteredkit’s speech, his tail flicking against the floor of the nursery in a quiet rhythm. Shafts of moonlight were littered across his pelt, each cutting through the darkness of night and shattering it across the nursery. He couldn't really decide whether the young kits’ words amused him or not. It defiantly felt strange listening to him speak. Gazing over the kit it was like watching the soul of a dead body speak from the mouth of a kit. Someone who knew of the hardships of the world and respected the way the dawn rose and fell but still hated it anyway.

It wasn’t just the way it was spoken either, it was the body language behind the words as well. Anyone can have a well written speech, but only those who believe what they are saying are able to pull it off. Rage curled his tail over his paws and inwardly smirked; finally a stroke of luck that was going his way. As the kit stood up he half found himself nodding in agreement, white-blue eyes follow the Shatteredkit’s movements.

"Shall we go? I don't want to wake one of the queens."

Bobbing his head sharply in the affirmative Rage stood and arched his back. Stretching silently he flicked his tail towards the entrance before silently padding out. Sticking his head out of the nursery entrance he glanced around briefly. The danger wasn’t over yet, he only had to be spotted once and travelling through this part of the woods could suddenly get a lot harder. All was silent though, not whisper of movement or sound. Gingerly stepping out of the nursery entrance Rage felt his muscles tense, he hated being out in the open. Trying to ignore the feelings that were curling around inside his chest Rage crouched low to the ground and dashed.

The world around him seemed to become a multicoloured marble as he sped across the hard packed earth. Long ivory claws dug into the dirt pulling him along faster. Skidding silently to a halt outside the entrance he turned back around to wait for Shatteredkit, flicking his tail for the young cat to hurry.

OOC: All good, that's probably what I should be doing. Homework, the bane of my existence.

IC: Rage kept his eyes on Shatteredkit, making sure his apprentice didn’t come across any trouble. His ice- blue eyes were narrowed as he watched the kit execute small manoeuvres to ensure his safety. It was a strange practice to watch. As the small kit approached him he felt his muscles beginning to unwind. He was still on his guard but they were nearly free, it felt like the home run in a game he’d once played. As soon as Shatteredkit was at his side Rage was up and moving again.

The rustling caught him by surprise, his whole frame tensing like an arrow strung to a bow. He waited, frozen in the air but still ready to dash for the cover of the trees if need be. The yellow beacons of light eventually falling on him as the apprentice nodded to itself. Rage almost lost his cool, the irony of the apprentices’ actions almost too funny to ignore. Biting his tongue and smirking Rage waited while the apprentice fell back into sleep before flicking his tail for Shatteredkit to follow.

Silently padding the rest of the way out of camp he was pleased to see there weren’t anymore disturbances. Once he felt the prickle of sleeping eyes leave his fur Rage let out a quiet sigh of relief. He hated having that many cats around; it was a number that was just too big for him to fight off. Looking up at the leaf-bare moon, its silvery light painting the word in a gray and black canvas he gave his fur a little shake. It was time to be off, turning his head he waited once more for the little tom to catch up. Although this time the distance wasn’t too far between them.

[font=georgia]OOC: Lol, He sure did mellow down.

Rage walked quietly beside Shatteredkit, each paw print melting into the frost. Their prints were the only traces left by their passing, echoes of their voyage. The tabby tom was lost in thought, his mind rolling through old memories and turning through the corridors of things he’d left behind. Flecks of snow dotted his pelt, their white colour creating patterns across his back. Silence was whispering through the forest now, pulling at the trees and tossing up the snow that was settling on the ground.

“Rage?" he heard his apprentice ask, "Now that I am no longer with Thunderclan, Will I be renamed?"

The question was a funny one considering what they’d just been through. Rage turned the idea over in his head. It was obvious the kit couldn’t be called Shatteredkit forever, which would imply to the clans that he had never moved up through the ranks. That didn’t seem like a positive aspect to Rage and it would be unfair on his new apprentice. There would be lots more unfair things to come then just names so he may as well let this instance come out as a win for the kit.

“Yes,” he replied, voice barely above a whisper so he could listen to the silence, “Is there something you wish to be called?”
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OOC: He sure did, Lol, I just re-read your post...

IC: Rage chuckled; it must have slipped his mind while he was trying to win his apprentice over. Not mention that he was an Assassin, how absurd, it was usually one of the first things that came out of his maw while introducing himself. Unless of course the cat was talking to was an old friend. Rage wondered what it was that that made the word Shattered fit his young apprentice so well, if it was an old memory it certainly didn’t seem like a good one. But then again, the memorises that were the reasons for his name weren’t good ones either. His father had chosen not to name each of the kits until well over three months, after their mother had left. Sight, for the ginger blinded tom-kit who would never see, Silence, for the ever quiet cream-coloured she-kit who chose not to talk and Rage, for the dark tabby and path that he will create in anger. Bitterness like liquid nitrogen filled Rage’s heart, how he hated his sister and missed his father. His Father, his mentor…

“I’m an Assassin Shatteredkit, or a Bounty Hunter, which ever term you prefer to use. However most of my job occupies a bit from both terms, Bounty Hunter and Assassin. I’ve been making allegiances with an Anti-clan of late but I see no reason to bring you in to that just yet. Besides, there is much training we need to do before I’d feel safe leaving you for extended periods of time. It’s not that I don’t believe you can’t defend yourself; I just have a lot of enemies. Do you understand, or is there anything else you’d like cleared up?” he asked, patiently padding through the thickening frost at a pace that wasn’t too fast for the kit, "Also if you're unwilling to lose you name, you can always keep the Shattered part, or just plan Shatter and be rid of the 'kit' part. And even then it would only have to be temporary if it still didn't work."