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    "I'm so sorry. It's so hard raising 12 kits." she apologized quickly. Counting her kits she said in surprise, "Hey... Where's Septemberkit?" just as a small tabby ran in. "Sorry, mom! I tried to stop them..." said the smart alec.

    "Oh, its fine!" Memorybox purred, watching in amusement as all twelve kits gathered around their mother. "I notice that you've named them after all 12 months of the year." Memorybox commented, twitching her whiskers.

    She smiled lightly at Memorybox's comment. [b]"It's only an old tradition with my family. All of us are named after time, usually. I am Vintageyear, and when I had 12 kits, I thought, well, it was just too good to be true!"

    RPing:Sombra & Evereforest- - -Sister and Brother


    All that's necessary for the forces of evil to win in the world is for enough good men to do nothing.
    Edmund Burke







    Men, Nothing,Evil


    The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones.
    William Shakespeare






    Men, Evil,After


    It is a man's own mind, not his enemy or foe, that lures him to evil ways.
    Buddha






    Mind, Enemy,Evil


    False words are not only evil in themselves, but they infect the soul with evil.
    Socrates


    Read more at http://www.brainyquote.com/quo….html#5eFPLFkFeo0vzfok.99


    Sombra looked at the kits, he seemed to be appearing with a fake smile. He never smiled, as you can say. His life was hard as his cold heart.

    "Hello, Vintageyear." Came the deep greeting as Drippingfaucet watched the kits, a gleeful smile shading his pristine features. The large tom glanced at Memorybox, returning to her question. "I would love to go hunting with you." he replied, his whiskers quivering as he watched the kits. Oh, how he wanted a family of his own. A mate and kits was one thing he had always fantasized of, but he had never been able to find the perfect she-cat. But for now, he only had his nephew, Radiokit


    [ adding a kitty. :) ]


    "Drippingfaucet" came a high-pitched squeal as a tiny kitten erupted out of the bushes. "I want to play!" begged the creamy tabby. He glanced at all the other kittens. "Octoberkit!" he squealed, recognizing a kit he had seen before. "Lets play!" And with that, Radiokit hurled himself at the other kit, teeth bared mockingly. Drippingfaucet darted forward before Radiokit could latch onto Octoberkit, gently grasping the loose skin on his neck and pulling him back. Radiokit thrashed about, relentless. "Let's play! Come on, Uncle Faucet! I just wanna play!" he begged, squirming in Drippingfaucets tight grip. The warrior let go of Radiokit's scruff but held him firm with his steady gaze. "No. You are staying here. Where in the world is Magentaskies?" he thought out loud, glancing at his sister's kit.


    "I'm here! I'm right here!" came a muffled mew as a cream colored she-cat leaped through the same gap her son had gone through. "Radiokit! I told you to stay with me!" she meowed sternly, but loved filled her eyes as she picked up her son. "Thanks, Drippingfaucet." she meowed to her brother. "I think we should head back to camp." Radiokit wailed. "No! Mamma, please let me stay with Uncle Faucet!" Magentaskies sighed in relief as Drippingfaucet shrugged in agreement. "Thank you, Drippingfaucet." she meowed, padding off. Radiokit batted at his paws. "What now?"

    Octoberkit watched Radiokit, a playful smirk playing across his face. He crouched down, ready to battle with his friend.


    [i see a lifelong friend in these two.]


    Septemberkit watched all the other kits, wary and suspicious. He was the smartest, and a little of a kissup. "Octoberkit, don't hurt yourself. Mom'll be mad at you!" he reminded him sternly. Vintageyear patted her head softly, smiling. [b]"It's fine, little bookworm, I can handle a little bit of roughhousing."

    Fallasykit and Daydreamkit perked there eyes between Evereforest and Sombra.


    "What a agile little fellow. Don't you react, Sombra."Evereforest complemented.


    Sombra didn't answer.


    Fallasykit whispered,"Warriors & Queens these days, they barely understand us."rolling her tiny blue eyes.


    Daydreamkit snapped,"Yeah, Fallasykit."her coral-brown fur straight.


    They were quite rude kits, Daydream&Fallasy always never played with other kits. It seemed puzzling.

    [ As do I. 8D ]


    Radiokit glanced at Octoberkit, then looked up at Drippingfaucet pleadingly. "Can I play?" he begged. Drippingfaucet smiled. "Of course." he meowed. Radiokit purred in delight and threw himself at Octoberkit, ears flat to his head. "I'm a brave ThunderClan warrior and you are an evil trespasser!" he giggled.

    Octoberkit was bowledover, but quickly squirmed out from under. "Grrr! I'm an evil Shadowclanner! I'll kill you!" he said in mock anger, leaping back toward Radiokit.


    Another kit, a pair of twins, both a deep grey, watched. "Can I play?" crowed Julykit at the same time as his sister, Junekit.

    Daydreamkit perked her head out,"A game?"she said.


    Fallasykit did the same,"A game? Sombra can we pretty pretty please play, just for once! It is a holiday!"she begged.

    All of the kits looked up. "A game?" Except for Maykit, the shy one, and Septemberkit, who just face-pawed himself.

    Sombra felt a growl rising in his throat,"No, go over there and watch."he snapped, angerily. His pelt bristled as he stood by Evereforest. As soon, as he finished he darted away.


    Evereforets rolled her eyes, she silently watched the kits.


    Daydreamkit never really seemed to understand why her brother was to.....mature? Daydream and Fallasy padded near a small distance of Maykit and Septemberkit.

    Radiokit growled, letting out an "ooph" as he was knocked off his paws. He regained balance and faced all of the kits, puffing out his chest like he was leader of LionClan itself. "You can all play! Here, Octoberkit is ShadowClan's leader, Octoberstar! And I'm ThunderClan's leader, Radiostar! You all are our trusty warriors. Here...hm, I pick, Julykit, Aprilkit, Januarykit, Februarykit, and Augustkit. Octoberkit, you can have the last six. Now, let us battle!" he yowled triumphantly, helping his "warriors" into position and putting them in a line.


    Drippingfaucet watched, amused.

    Octoberkit groaned. "Why do you get Julykit? I don't want Septemberkit!" whick brought a shout of protest from him. "Oh well. Shadowclan, assemble!" he shouted. Marchkit grinned an evil grin, walking behind him. Maykit blushed shyly, slinking behind her brother. Junekit looked challengingly at Julykit. Septemberkit snorted. "Fine, I'll play." as he stood behind. Novemberkit got up, his large belly showing as he stood. Decemberkit bounced up and down excitedly.


    Julykit grinned and stood behind Radiokit. "Bring it, filthy Shadowclanners!" Aprilkit smiled serenely, standing behind. Januarykit shook out her long fur and sat behind her new 'leader'. Februarykit grinned seductively as he stood behind him, also. Augustkit pawed the ground impatiently.


    Vintageyear smiled as all her kits lined up. "I will be Starclan's leader, Vintagestar, who watches over all of you." she said playfully.

    Memorybox purred in amusement as she heard the playful yowls of the kits as they happily tussled with one another in their "pretend battle". Sitting down, she flicked her tail contently, her blind, silver-colored eyes soft with amusement.