Posts by Artistickit.

She simply glanced over to her sibling, seeing the optimism in his eyes. It was kind of him to comfort her, but anything horrible imaginable could happen within the next few moments. And so Artistickit cried, letting the tears stream out of her eyes as she looked to the ground between her and Tawnyleg.

The cinnamon kit looked to her sibling. "I don't want Caratacus to get hurt, Nineteenkit," she mewed, attempting to blink away the tears in her eyes. Artistickit could guess that everyone else was scared for the raven. But why would he do that? Why would he choose to fly towards the fireworks?

As bored as the daughter of Tawnyleg and Paragonstar was, she somehow managed to convince herself that she could find something to do for a while. Her siblings were off doing whatever the heck they were doing, so that was ruled out. In her peripheral vision, Artistickit spotted the pelt of her brother as well as the cream tabby fur of Battlekit's. I guess they're not all busy. Padding up to the two toms, the cinnamon kit had a smile spread across her maw. "Hi Nineteenkit. Hey Battlekit," she greeted.

Arty she liked that name. Hm, Crescendo had called her that, hadn't he? "I like that name," Artistickit purred. It was definitely a lot better than saying her full name over and over again. "So what are you to up to?" she asked, sitting down.

Artistickit smiled at the general and dipped her head to her. "I can't wait for your kits to be old enough to play outside of the nursery," she purred. She would never bully the kits; she'd more likely be friends with all of them. "What are their names?" she asked, hoping to find out more about them.

"Oh, I haven't," Artistickit meowed. She didn't know much about her father, so why would she have to mention him? "My dad was Paragonstar, a past leader of our Clan. Mommy says he was a great cat, but I never met him because he died before me and my brothers and sisters were born." She looked up to Crescendo to make sure he was listening. "Mommy said that maybe Daddy will visit us in dreams, and since that night that's all I've been wishing for."

Artistickit sped up so that she was soon running almost directly behind Crescendo, leaning forward in hopes of moving faster. Then something unexpected to her happened; the ground gave way beneath her and she fell into a small rabbit hole, stumbling for a moment before continuing.

Hearing the calls of Jabberjaw, the cinnamon kit approached the crowd leaning against her Tawnyleg. "Mommy," Artistickit started, her voice shaking slightly. "Our family won't get hurt, right?" She could imagine her mother or one of her brothers or sisters running around like lunatics, or at least that's how she pictured they'd act. She'd have to warn Crescendo, but how would he react? Her elephant friend wasn't the calmest elephant. Could it even affect elephants? "It sounds scary," she mewed.

Once again the cinnamon kit grew bored after batting a leaf around for a while, doing nothing but watching it swirl around before hitting the ground. Lifting a paw from the ground, Artistickit lightly traced it along the ground, creating lines that grew into designs. This is fun! she thought. But as she looked over the picture, she saw that it wasn't anything too special, just a weird squiggly shape. "Hm. What can I draw?" the she-kit whispered, mainly to herself.

"Oh, hey Starpaw," she meowed, looking up from the lines in the dirt. "I'm just drawing on the ground, I guess. It's fun." Artistickit angled her paw and made a star in the sand, the points of it still not as even as she wanted them to be. "I can't figure out what to draw."

For a moment, the apprentice was in utter and complete shock, many different questions popping into her mind. Is he just kidding? Is he really gay? What do the others think of this? Blinking her amber eyes, wondering if she'd just wake of from a dream, Artisticpaw slowly managed to nod. "Oh," she meowed, hoping her tone of voice didn't seem pressuring or hurtful in any way. "You're gay?" Breaking her gaze away from Nineteenpaw, she took a moment to think. Her own brother was a homosexual. What caused him to decide that? Since when had he known?

She looked back up to Nine. "I'm not bothered or anything, but I just never imagined that you'd ever be this way." It was true, she always thought he'd grow and get a pretty she-cat for a mate, they would have kits later on and Art would be an aunt. "But if that's how you want your life to be, it's okay. H-how long have you known this, Niney? she asked. "Have you told anyone about this?"

"Congratulations, Trackerjacker!" Artisticpaw meowed from her seat in the crowd. She had meant to go to the training session just to watch, but she felt that she didn't want to be a bother. Poor Sheerpup, the cinnamon apprentice thought, wondering where the bear traps came from.

"Hey Burn!" the cinnamon she-cat meowed as she approached the cats. "What's up?" Artisticpaw gave a smile to her sister then to Primkit as she took a seat beside the bi-colored kit.

The quite pretty and flowing voice of Artisticpaw announced her arrival. "Strangers waiting, up and down the boulevard," the cinnamon she-cat sang, padding up to stand beside her brother. She was often told she had a nice voice, as singing was a large passion of hers. Most of the time it was just improvisation, other times songs she had heard from other musical cats.

Artisticpaw gave him a smile. "Oh, okay. I get it now," she meowed. If this was what her brother wanted and what made him happy, she was happy as well. So she was the first one to know. How would the others react? The apprentice figured they'd think the same way, though Burnkit, being the closest to Nineteenpaw, was sure to be pretty surprised.

"So, you and Battlepaw are together," she meowed, a wide smile spread across her maw, "and I barely have any friends that are male, except Crescendo and, well, Battlepaw." She ended her sentence with a small laugh. She was still young and had many moons left in her life. Boyfriends would come and go soon enough.

Putting a more serious yet playful expression on her face, she sat down again. "I know, there are tons." Artisticpaw was glad she had such a nice family, they were all so easy to chat and joke around with. Other cats were left without any parents or siblings, some sadly had no friends. To her, her family was perfect, even without a father present.

"But if I find no one," she meowed, leaning closer to Nineteenpaw, "you better watch your back, Nine."

The she-cat laughed as he batted at her, and took a step back. "You know I ship you two now," Artisticpaw meowed with a smile. "If I don't find a tom, I'll just be mates with, I don't know, a leaf or something."

A grin on her maw, Artisticpaw looked up to her brother. "Fine, no leaf. A tree, then," she said, curling her tail around her paws. "Trees can't leave me. And they can't cheat on me with other trees since there aren't many around."

Artisticpaw shrugged and nodded. "I suppose so," she laughed, looking down at her paws for a moment before looking back up and continuing. "I believe that trees, Nineteenpaw, are our best options. All of us." After a heartbeat or two of thought, the cinnamon colored apprentice regretted it. "If all our mates were trees, it could actually get crazy. Just imagine all the crazy lovey-dovey she-cats running into camp in tears. My tree won't answer me, I know he's hiding something!" she said. "That'd actually be quite entertaining."

"Paying anything to roll the dice, just one more time," Artisticpaw sang, returning the smile to her brother.