GLAZECLAN! || An OFFICIAL Pro-Clan || SIGN-UP && RP THREAD!

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    Faithkit let out a nervous laugh. "Heheh, good!" she squeaked. Sandykit smiled. "Yeah, good!" she agreed. "What Clan are you gonna be? ShiverClan, GlazeClan, StoneClan, or MoonClan? You need to choose only one, 'kay? Faithkit and I are GlazeClan, so you can't be that."


    Faithkit didn't like how smug and uptight Sandykit was acting. Rainkit could be a GlazeClan if she wanted, and then the three of them could play "warrior and the mouse". Of course, Faithkit would probably end up being the mouse...she was already, anyway.

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    ooc:
    Sorry---couldn't remember, Child. :-\


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    Sandykit pulled her lips into a grimace. She was quiet for a little while, and then was about the say something rash and hasty, odds are, when Faithkit meowed, "Maybe we could play the warrior and the mouse. I guess I'm gonna have to be the mouse..."


    Sandykit glanced at Faithkit, disappoint flashing in her eyes, but then she meowed, "Fine, then---you can be the mouse, Faithkit. Rainkit and I'll be warriors, and two warriors can't have one mouse, so we'll probably have to fight over you and then rip you in half to share!" She ended her sentence with a malicious-looking smile that sent ice-cold chills up and down Faithkit's spine. Suddenly she regretted offering her as a mouse so early in the game...

    "It's okay Peerkit, I don't want you bumping into something."

    ooc:
    I totally forgot Peerkit was blind. Again. X3


    bic:
    Sandykit nodded. "Very well then---you can be mouse, Rainkit." She nodded and smiled. "All right then---I'm gonna start out by stalking you like a real warrior." She crouched down instantly, just a bit lop-sided, but crouched down all the same. And then she started limping forward, her tail held at an awkward angle. Faithkit just stood, uncertain. Now that she thought about it, she didn't really want to play the warrior and the mouse anymore.

    Sandykit pricked up her ears, watching as Rainkit turned tail and fled, running farther and farther away from here. "Hey, come back here!" she demanded angrily, resurrecting herself out of her stance and running full-speed across the camp clearing, trying to catch up to Rainkit. Faithkit's left ear flicked with worry as she watched the two she-kits pace wildly across the camp.

    Rainkit ran so fast she jumped on the highrock. "HA! You can't get up here! Your too small of a warrior for this mouse!"

    Sandykit pulled a face, realizing that Rainkit was right, and growled deep in her throat. "Heeeeyyy! Let me up there!!" She scrabbled to jump up there, her paws scraping at the side of the HighRock. They slipped harmlessly off of the slick, yet rough, surface of the smooth granite. "Let me up there, Rainkit! NO FAIR!"


    Brokenheart, sitting and eating a mouse near the warriors' den, could hear the kits quarreling and yowls. She stood, pushed her mouse away a bit, and padded nonchalantly towards them. "All right, what's going on?" she demanded, noticing Sandykit trying to jump up onto the HighRock, on the verge of tears, and Rainkit up on the top of the HighRock, looking down at the smaller she-kit. Brokenheart waited for an answer from either one of them.