Thinking about Rosekit

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    Brindlerose padded slowly towards the river. She kept her head down, not wanting to talk to any of her clanmates at the moment. She reached the spot where her littermate Rosekit had drowned. She laid down, putting her head on her paws, staring into the river's rushing water. She sighed sadly.

    " You don't look very cheery... " A raspy and young voice called. Stepping out from the shadows of a tree, a small she-kitten gazed intently at Brindlerose. The ginger kitten slinked closer to the she-cat, her eyes appeared to gleam in an eerie fashion. " So? What's on your mind? " She mewled flickering her tail. The kitten smiled warmly, a gentle breeze began to blow. This kitten's scent was clearly not Riverclan... Or for that matter any other well known clan.


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    “Beat it, brat,” Zinniacreek ordered rudely as she approached her Clanmate and the unfamiliar ginger kitten. The vain, proud she-cat eyed Brindlerose unsympathetically. “What’s wrong with you, huh?”

    OOC: Your everywhere I post today XD
    IC: Hissing at the newcomer the kitten raced up the nearest tree. Darting to the edge of the tallest branch, the perfectly balanced kit gazed down at the Riverclanners. " Surprisingly I can't argue that I'm not a brat because I am THE brat... In other words my name is Brat... " The kit purred with a sigh.

    “Well, at least your name is fitting,” Zinniacreek retorted sharply. She sniffed haughtily before turning back to Brindlerose. “Are you going to speak up, or just sit there and pout?”


    OOC: Haha. xD

    " It should be... It was cats like you who gave it too me... " She purred from her place on her branch, not fully explaining her point. Flickering her tail she purred " And besides it's not like I've done anything wrong. ".

    “Except trespassing on RiverClan territory,” Zinniacreek pointed out bluntly. “That falls under ‘something wrong,’ in my book, at least. Anyway, you heard me -- get lost, kid. Climb a tree that isn’t on RiverClan territory.”

    " Can't. " Brat replied bluntly " Already got chased from Shadowclan territory, Windclan territory and Snowclan territory... ". Flickering her tail she added in a bored tone " And besides the trees beside rivers are always the best, more water for the trees the better they grow the higher they get, more tree for me to climb".

    Brindlerose looked up at the kitten and Zinniacreek, surprised. She had never seen the kit before, and as for Zinniacreek, well she had's not the nicest at times. "Oh, hey Zinniacreek. I'm just thinking about... About Rosekit, my littermate t-that drowned." She replied in a soft voice, looking back at the river.

    Brat nodded listening intently. " Are you going to cry? " She purred softly. " Innocence says crying is a sign of being strong for far too long... " She said thoughtfully, she clearly couldn't care less that she was being threatened.

    “Oh, boohoo, Brindlerose. See y’all later. I’m not interested in a pity party,” Zinniacreek announced rudely. She pranced away, heading for the camp.

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    "... Innocence also says that arrogant creatures act coldly to try and hide their own imperfections and bring others down. " Brat purred, slinking down from the tree slowly, very slowly indeed. Flickering her tail as she slowly padded over to Brindlerose, she sat next to the she-cat with soft and knowing eyes.

    "Shut up Zinniacreek! You think you're so great, all high and mighty. I had to watch my sister DROWN!" She hissed furiously. Her claws unsheathed, ready to strike at her. As Zinniacreek walked away she sat back down, growling angrily. She looked at the kit who had came over. "Sorry you had to see that. I don't usually do that, but when someone talks about Rosekit I-I lose it." She looked over at the kit and smiled at her.

    Brat nodded " I know how it feels... I should do, I watched my mother kill my sister and brother by holding them under the water, in the very place my new home is. I tend to avoid most rivers now but... This ones nice, calming... " she purred thoughtfully. " I should've been drowned also but, luck was on my side that day... ".

    Brat shrugged. " The important thing is that cats... Or cats and kittens... Like us with tragic pasts should always remember one thing. " She purred sweetly. " It's no good to keep looking over your shoulder and back into the past, the best thing to do now is to look forward... Into the future because it is anything you can make it, or imagine it to be... " She finished with a slight nod.

    Brat smiled flickering her tail. " Age had nothing to do with intelligence but I suppose I have Innocence to thank for my great knowledge and such... Oh I forgot you don't know who Innocence is, do you? " The kitten purred, asking her first question in this converse without saying something after words and completely forgetting the question.

    Brat smiled and flickered her tail. " Well allow me to explain. " She took a breath breathe " If you have never heard of Innocence I highly doubt you will have heard of the Black Hearted. The Black Hearted are a group of animals, not just restricted to cats who strive to be the biggest and greatest power. Without delving too deep into information about my comrades simply put, Innocence is our founder and leader. Innocence is the cat who saved me from being killed by my mother and that is why I am loyal to her and her cause. Innocence is also quiet remarkable when it comes to knowledge, one of the smartest cats I've ever met and for a kit I travel a lot. ". Brat smiled again before purring " You understand all that? Or is it a little too unclear? ".