"What's the matter, Mikey? Why are you sooooo blueeeeeeeeeeeee?" Flinty queried as he hopped down onto the ground, his neat little paws raising small puffs of dust as he landed. "Blue as the skies. I can see a blue aura coming off of you. 'Course that's metaphorical since I don't have any super special powers or anything."
He grinned up at Michaelkit standing up on the rock.
"PROOOOOOOOBRO. I just love saying your name, sir," Flintkit giggled as the tabby warrior arrived. The silver kit sat on his haunches, watching the exchange with his usual grin on his features. "Ohhhh, who kicked the bucket this time?"
"My ass is pretty fine, thank you very much," Flinty answered with a small chuckle. He shot forward, attempting to grab Bluekit's scarf in his teeth and tear it from her throat. If that worked, he would dash out into the camp with the scarf trailing behind him like a banner just to piss her off.
"NAH NAH NAH, BLUEKIT!" Flinty howled as he raced out. He was going to make her cry, yes he would. If he didn't make her cry, he would be pretty disappointed. After all, he was the bad boy wasn't it? He was going to be even more troublesome than any of his siblings and that was Rekeliel's goal all along. No one was going to wonder what had become of the young bright kit when he was always the mischievous little imp.
"Hunters don't always have to make every catch," Flinty growled in reply. He redoubled his efforts, attempting a feint at Paragon's left but instead aiming for his right leg, diving down as he attempted to latch his jaws onto the limb.
"Whoa, I thought like death was the end and all that...You're telling me that I'm hearing wrong?!" Flinty replied at Probro, pointedly ignoring Citypaw. Yeah, it wasn't exactly intentional but hey, that was him. Always inviting trouble along with the ride, too!
The silver tabby kit bounced around Probro and Turtlepaw, a grin on his face as he did so. They had answers. Citypaw was rather strict with him.
Flinty was about to answer with a sharp retort but Paragonkit's move caught him completely offguard. The silver tabby let out a growl of annoyance as he felt the limb jerk out from between his jaws and then squeaked with indignance as he felt his brother's teeth in his scruff, roughly shaking him off. The loose skin of his nape stung a bit and was stretched a bit too far for Flinty's comfort.
The silver tabby adopted a hurt scowl on his face. "That hurt," he whined a bit, a frown on his features and his nose wrinkled with annoyance.
Flinty was too committed in his charge to be able to dodge Probro's swinging buttocks. With a squeak, he found himself bumped onto the ground, the surprise loosening his jaws as Bluekit's scarf fell to the ground.
"Yuegggghhh, it smells," the silver tabby pouted with a frown stamped on his tiny features, his hackles raised. He stuck out his tongue and squinched his eyes shut for dramatic effect just because he could.
Flinty abandoned the stolen scarf and backpedaled, scooting away from his enraged sister before she could land on him. Well, that was fun while it lasted. The tabby kit's yellow eyes flicked over to Probro as he made a jab at him. Ears flattening slightly, Flinty adopted a mock scowl as he answered in rather British-English-tinted tones like WindClan's favorite inconsiderate prick: "Mhmmm, Mr. Head Bodyguard, I have proof to believe that you're the source of all the noxious miasma in the air."
"Oh, um....just what the bloody hell is going on?" Flinty blurted, imitating Martin's voice as best as he could. The silver tabby used a small boulder to launch into the air, hoping to land on Probro's stomach.
Flinty flopped around on Probro's belly, his ears flicking as he took in the older tom's explanation of his powers. Shit, that sounded fantastic. He wondered if he could get any powers--hopefully yes, considering that he was an angel of sorts.
Licking his lips, the tom's eyes flicked over to Bohemianrhapsody as she arrived. "Oh...ummm...excuse me, I don't think we've met before?" the tabby quipped again in an imitation of Martinfreeman.
Flinty kept the scowl on his face and noted down this offense in his mind. Oh yes, he would pay Paragon back some day. Badly. After all, life was so boring without a little bit of chaos thrown into ir, right?
Thinking better of himself, he wiped his face clean with a grin and bounced back onto his paws, all ill will disappearing even though it was still lurking underneath his facade of a smile. "I'm fine, fine, fine. Better than a bluebird and finer than a finch."
"HEEYYY THIS AIN'T FAIR," Flinty howled with outrage as he saw them barreling towards him. Immediately, he took the first shelter he could get to. The silver tabby pounced, aiming to claw his way up Probro's larger and broad back where he could survey them safely on his perch. If they tried to hit him now, they would hurt Probro as well. If they weren't going to play fair, he was going to, either. Yowling at the top of his lungs and with a mischievous glint in his yellow eyes, Flintkit roared aloud decisively, "I HAVE HIM AS MY HOSTAGEEE."
Flinty continued to cling onto Probro with the fear of being mobbed by Bluekit. Oh she would be out for him. He knew that she would. After all, revenge was sometimes such a gut instinct!
His ears flicked as he turned towards the Heady Bodyguard. Really? Was it really that bad? Well, since it was, maybe he should continue doing it. It definitely could get him where he wanted. At the second point, his striped ears flattened.
"But I'm not wrong," Flintkit complained to Probro. "You should've seen her all supercilious and stuff just because she has a scarf. I was just giving her what she deserved."
"Hey, what the hell's going on in here?" Flintkit yowled as he spotted the gathering of cats. The rambunctious and slightly evil little silver tabby bounced forward, a frown on his features as he glared at each cat who had arrived in an accusatory manner. Who were they disturbing his beauty sleep dammit?
"Heyaaa, Paragon," Flinty called as he began barreling towards his brother at as full of a speed as his little paws could carry him. The silver tabby had a grin pasted on his face as he charged, aiming to tackle himself right into the hole that Paragon was hiding in to make it a pretty tight squeeze.
Oh, sheet. The silver tabby kit didn't exactly want to be here right now in the midst of flying words and sobbing cries. There was enough criers in the world. Enough criers to make him lose his mind! Flinty didn't like'em and honestly did not want to spend time within a schnoozy depressed moment.
"Mhmmm Mr. Stir-person, let's skedaddle outta the way before something explodes again. Stuff usually explodes 'round here like that meteorite," Flinty suggested with a rather cheery grin at the older tom as he dashed towards the entrance after the warrior as well. The rambunctious little furball screeched to a stop at Flintfang's paws.
{Double Flints xD}
"I'm Flintkit," he introduced himself in his kitten treble, his voice high with excitement. This warrior seemed pretty cool and chill, just like Probro, even though the cat spoke weirdly. Just like Benedict and Martin and Detectiveinspector.
A grin plastered itself across his face as a spark of mischief alighted into his yellow eyes. Flinty didn't need a second beckoning for him to pounce. He aimed to scrabble onto Flintfang's back and cling there because honestly, he loved rides like this. It made him feel powerful, like he was the king of the world! And he could finally look the older warriors eye to eye like an equal.
"Sure, I could give you tour 'round there Mr. STIR," he agreed in a cheerful chirp.
Sweet. This should be fun, fun, fun! Wait til Paragon and Olive and Mikey and Bluekit heard about this. They would be so jealous of him, leading the powerful warrior of STIR around. He had no idea what the group was but eh. They sounded like they were strong and stuff.
"Damn, what the hell you blabbing about?" Flinty commented as he padded over, his yellow gaze flicking from Nativekit to Hospitalkit. The silver tabby frowned as he blinked at both of them, a look of inquisitiveness stamped on his tiny features.
On his little paws, the kit licked his parched lips and waited at the border, his yellow eyes flicking around as he took in the sight of the corpses and the carrion birds soaring overhead. What made them not attack him, a tasty morsel sitting there in the heat? Well, Flinty didn't know but it was cool with him.
And the reason for his coming? Well, he didn't want to divulge that too soon.
