Posts by tyrian.

The lack of cake at a birthday was a grievous occasion for any kit who wanted to congratulate someone on making six moons of age. Idioma had to agree with Ghiradellikit on this one, they needed a cake. Also she decided that she didn't like Zangetsu right there and then (oh my god idioma XD) because of his apparent hatred of cakes. Or dislike. Whatever. Whoever didn't like cakes was obviously hellspawn in some elaborate disguise.

"I will make the cake." She announced broadly, to everyone there. "Oh, and happy birthday celebration. Congratulations Tristan become a disciple."

So the kitten promptly sat down and began clawing up the dirt and pushing it together. She'd done this before, with a few other kits. She was aware, of course, that this kind of mud cake was not exactly the most appetizing but it was a cake and she figured they could pretend. Pretend was a fun game. She certainly wasn't going to eat mud. Just pretend.

And maybe Tristan and Ghiradellikit could help make mud cakes with her. Then it would be an awesome birthday, with heaps and heaps of cakes instead of one.

Original: "I'll make a cake." She announced broadly, to everyone there. "Oh and happy birthday Tristan. Congratulations on becoming an apprentice."

It was Idioma's turn to laugh at the other now, a series of snorts and giggles escaping her as the japanese cougar hopped about the place shouting something she didn't understand. Somehow things like that were always a perfect creation of comedy.

"You need a little - because you can not push too" She then attempted to explain.

Original: You should pick up the tiny ones - they can't pinch you because they're too small

Speak of the devil and he shall -- Actually she took that back. Pocketkit wasn't the devil, just something she didn't want to deal with. Scared of, or what she symbolize in her mind, somehow. People said face up to your fears. That was harder than it looked and she was scared she was going to fail now because she hadn't prepared for this. Well, she'd prepared for the moment she was going to bump into Pocketpaw pretty much since that day she'd found her in the forest but that was beside the point.

She made a half jump as a familiar voice greeted her and Idioma turned with a smile on her face that hopefully didn't look as fake as it felt. She just kind of nodded vaguely as the feline she wanted to call friend but was hesitant to in case she was misjudging their smiles for mere politeness spoke about her coma while her brain whirled, trying to find some kind of way to reply to that.

Also, this."Oh, I know." She said, agreeing. "I go in front of you, but I do not know, if you goods with family and friends. " Yes, Idioma was lying. Quite well, actually, but there was some nervousness about her aura. Hopefully that could be put down to the surprise of seeing Pocketpaw and some random outlying issue that didn't concern them. They hadn't seen each other for a moon, after all. "Do not you remember? Yeah, I'm fine."

Original: "Oh, yeah, I know."
"I was going to see you earlier, but I didn't know if you wanted to be with family and your friends and stuff."
"Me? Oh, I'm fine. The same, really."

There were so many things a kit could do, and yet there wasn't due to what Idioma viewed as stupid rules like stay in camp or don't go off in raids or hunt prey. Because, face it, every kid wanted to do something forbidden like that. Sure, you could play or day sleep when you wanted to bug your mom because that was funny. Plenty. And yet no exploring, no swimming, no killing your clanmates sadistically. Wait, you couldn't really ever do that. Well, you could but you would get in Deep Trouble.

Deep Trouble...

That was something her mother, Catalina, might threaten her with and so far Idioma hadn't tested the boundaries enough to land herself in it. Deep Trouble was something really, really, bad. Horrifying. Or so she had heard. The fawn and white bicolor didn't dwell on that though because that got boring -- fearing something you never really figured would ever happen because threats given by parents, the big ones at any rate, were usually somewhat empty.

So of course she was doing what any other sane, mildly adventurous, and with a curiosity that could end up killing the cat one day. As the young kitten strolled out of the cave opening onto the beach with a nonchalance that she hoped would throw people off the whole obviously too young thing because usually you say someone skulking about if they were doing something Bad instead of just proudly doing it in front of you.

Someone might think she was a reincarnation or something. Somehow that got people special treatment if they knew who they had been because despite of the kit body and stuff apparently the maturity meant you could do whatever.

She was mature! Well, kind of. Most of the time? OK. So she was your average kit with too-big-britches. But that didn't matter that much right? She knew how to take care of herself. And her mama would sort out anybody who hurt her anyhow because mama was big and spanish and she could freak people out if she wanted to. At least Idioma hoped she could do the latter. That would be so cool.

Original:

As people padded over, she looked up, her small frown gone replaced by her signature smile that seemed a little too big for her young face. No, she wasn't feeling any different but you wore smiles when people came over because you wanted to be totally fine for them. It was silly anyway, right? No-one really wanted to hear about the boys and it was insignificant. That was what Idioma told herself as she took in those who arrived.

And even if she had wanted to speak about it and open up, oh how hard it was to trust someone fully to be open with them, there were too many people here for that. And too many she didn't know well or at all. So she just kind of shook her semi-long fur minutely, as if brushing away her mood, and answered those who had greeted her in her normal tone.

"Is it? But no, my dear." She lied. "Hi Wyvernkit"

Original: What? Oh no, I'm fine. Hi Wyvernkit

Something on her mind? Oh, um. Think of something. The female only hesitated for a second before answering. "Oh, yeah. It's just, um, stuff." She was vague, hoping that Pocketpaw wouldn't pursue it, as she actively tried to find something to answer with if she did just that.

"It's a great thing." She said, attempting to steer the conversation back to the smoke. "Feet. They are not as bad now, but hopefully you can not cross, or what?"

Original: "It's so good to see you again." "Your legs are ok now, I hope? They didn't heal twisted or anything?"

Well, there had been this one time where a warrior, Harrierbeat actually, had pulled her up on it. it being the no kits out of camp rule that was. Annoying to say the least, as especially there had been no danger at the time, just this turquoise rabbit that could hardly say two words of cat. Interesting, right? That rabbit was pretty much the reason why she was out so often. Where else were you going to find turquoise rabbits? She hadn't even known they existed until then.

A voice speaking her name broke over her aimless musings and she turned to see Ghiradellikit bound over - see this was the reason she broke this rule all the time. Everyone did it. - The bicolor answered with a wide grin, recognizing her as the girl who had run to the mound as if it were a race. It was true that she liked to choose the more unusual things to do, as that way they tended to not end up the same way as everything else. New things were discovered, and she learned more about other people.

After all, everyone knew what truth or dare was, right? And it was a good way to pass time too. But she was the chick that got everyone together to play MASH, something you didn't seem to see about the place in Hawkclan very often.

She knew Ira as the slightly quirky kid with a happy attitude. Although she didn't know about her diabetes, she knew that sometimes she could be slightly slower or moodier. But then so could everyone, so Idioma didn't really pay that much thought. And she seemed happy now, so that was great.

"Hey Girarhdellikit!" She answered, shifting on the sand so that the sand would cover up her paws and create slippers of sorts.

Original: