Posts by NATHANAEL.

Flinty let out a squeal as he was carried around by the flow of cats in the mass exodus. Deciding that he would resign to his fate, the silver tabby crept along after the group of cats, his head occasionally turning back as he watched the flaming ball of hot stone and metal hurl towards the ground.

{/dramatic music}

Flinty turned his head as he heard the sound of the tom. Mhmmm he could sense a similar soul thriving in the body and his grin widened a bit, though he hid it by laying down and resting his head on his paws. Being small, he could still see Moriarty through the spaces between everyone's legs.

Let the games begin!

"Can we go see the meteor?" Flinty asked. Though his voice was brimming with childish curiosity, inside, Rekeliel wondered at who had fallen from the sky that day. Or what had fallen. After all, it could just be an ordinary occurrence and nothing of the angelic sort.

"The flaming thing that fell from the sky," Flinty answered back at Michaelkit before turning his plan or oratory attack back on his father. "I'm sure it's fine, dad. I mean, we can just go look to see if anything kicked the bucket over there to make sure if it's safe. If it's dangerous, you agree that we'll see tons of DEAD BODIES everywhere right?"

"Rawrrrr," Flintkit growled, easily adding in the kittenish enthusiasm. The silver tabby lashed his tail and rolled over, his yellow eyes flicking over to the figure of his brother. "Hey, Michael," Flinty chirped with a grin, his ears perking up with recognition.

Flinty pouted but inside, he was already making plans to go check out the lands over there. The silver tabby grinned in amusement as he crouched, attempting to pounce on Paragonkit.

"Don't be a pussy," Flintkit jeered a bit, his grin widening as he watched his sister. Ha, ha. Technically, they were all pussies, but Flinty didn't care about that now.

The silver tabby flicked his tail before he scooped up a pawful of dust in his small paws and attempted to throw them at Bluekit so that she would get a taste of his medicine.

"Did Cinderstar send you after me or something?" Flintkit yowled in surprise as he spotted the cats heading towards the old lands. The silver tabby tom had run off to explore the meteor and found nothing out of the ordinary, to his extreme disappointment. With a scowl on his usually grinning face, the young tom pouted at them. There weren't any dead bodies to speak of, either.

"And so, the greatest hunter in all the lands faces his sworn prey," Flinty narrated dramatically as he ducked away from the swipe. However, Paragonkit's paw clouted him across his head. Damn, this new body was definitely different to control than his previous one. A low growl came from his mouth and he pounced, aiming to slam himself into Paragon again and hopefully pin him down.

Flinty let out a yowl as he came to the ground, Bluekit right on top of him. The silver tabby kicked out, hoping to pummel at the other kit's belly and knock her off. "Oh, come on...don't use your greatest weapon on me, Bluuuuueeee. You're going to squish me with your gargantuan buttocks."

"I'm Flinty. I just wanted to see what fell so I came because Cinderstar wouldn't take me," Flintkit replied with a pout. He pounced onto a rock and surveyed the devastated landscape. "It's kinda beautiful if you look at it this way."

Flintkit was humming as he padded along the blackened and charred lands, his paws sinking through the soot that covered most of the gray, monochromatic landscape. Fine ash still fell from the sky and clumped in thick flakes that covered the ground. A bit of the powder got into his nose and he sneezed a bit, narrowing his eyes in annoyance. Eugh.

Finally, he spotted the crater up ahead. Sweet. With an excited bounce to his step, he began racing down the slope.

"Why helllooooo, ladies," Flinty giggled as he crept over, jumping into the middle of all of them. The silver tabby grinned up at the three she-cats, his yellow eyes narrowed in amusement as he sat there, that cheshire grin on his face.

{Moriarty jr xD}

"Whoa, Mikey my boooy," Flinty called in shock. He skidded to a stop, his paws stopping against a rock as he managed to keep upright. His yellow gaze flicked upwards towards the figure of his brother. "Checkin' out the meteor...and you? Stalking me or something? I didn't know you liked me that much."

The silver tabby tom adopted a cheeky tilt to his grin as he waited for his brother's reaction.

Flinty frowned. Why was Michael being such a butt right now? Well, he was a butt, he supposed. Maybe Flinty just noticed now.

Pouting slightly, Flinty cocked a brow at Michael and snorted. "Because I want to, duuhhh? Why else does anyone do anything?" he replied, ending the words with a breathy giggle of sorts. Then, he continued his way down towards the molten slag of rock in the bottom of the crater, his steps kicking up little puffs of dust from his paws.

"I don't see why not," Flinty answered with a grin. The silver tabby spotted the lump of half-melted rock lying in a furrow of the ground. With a grin, he brought his face close to it; it didn't radiate any heat so he deemed it safe to touch and then he put his paw on the metal meteorite. "It's fine, broooo."

With that conclusion, the young tom pounced onto the rock and scrabbled onto the top of it.

"Theyre flirting," Flinty answered lowly to Michaelkit. A grin crossed his face as he let out a small giggle of amusement.

"We're gonna be kings of the world, aren't we?" Flinty giggled a bit as he surveyed his surroundings which really didn't amount to much more than ash coated soil and blackened trees scorched by fire. Yup, that was his domain. He found it strange beautiful in a ghostly manner.

"JUUUUST LIKE OUR WONDERFUL FATHER CINDERSTAR," Flinty added in a loud yowl. He did agree with Michaelkit. Being leader would be pretty amazing with him just telling all the punk-ass warriors what to do. Especially the ones he didn't like. Yup, that would be totally amazing! But that was just the front of his ambitions. Rekeliel planned something better.

"Really?" he queried, drawing out the word like molasses. Would he be a good leader? Nah, the only reason why he wanted to lead WindClan was so that he could fuck them up and over themselves. Now that was definitely fun, wasn't it? His grin widened. "I love the faith you have in me, Mikeyyy. Really, really touches my heart to have someone supporting me and all that."