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Ploverkit crouched, rump wiggling as she stared at the mouse before her.
She had been thinking. Thinking a while, actually. And she had thought - why not get a head start on her training? I mean, three moons wasn't too long away - she'd be an apprentice before she realized it! So better know the basics to impress her mentor, right? Though honestly her real goal was to make her mommy, Mossflight, the proud one.
So then she thought, how to go about making Mommy pleased ? Fighting would be hard, since Plo didn't really have an opponent (she thought about waking up her siblings, then thought that would be mean, so she gave up on that thought) and she already finished up her 'patrolling' practice earlier in the day. So that just left hunting practice.

And thus, here she was. Rump too high, tail swishing too close to the ground, and, worst of all, she couldn't seem to get herself to stop whispering under her breath. "Here I come mr.mouse...stay right there, please....alright, here i come - gotta prepare myself - pounce from the legs - aim, sniff the air like the apprentices do - why do they do that again? Oh ill ask them later - okay, here I go, imma comin'...just gonna...go...right -" through her babbling, she wiggled her rump some more, bunched her hind legs, tensed her shoulders and, at last, kicked off.

Unfortunately, she had put too much force into the jump while also miscalculating the distance between her and 'Mr.Mouse' whom was actually a dead vole just at the edge of the prey pile. So, when she shot herself into the air and missed the mouse, the only thing left to do was crash.
Thankfully, she landed somewhere soft.
Unfortunately, it was on a mound of dead bodies.

Too startled to even squeak, the kitten landed on the top of the pile, stumbled over her clumsy pals on the unstable mound of warm and cold flesh, and promptly tripped. Falling head-over-heels, the kitten rolled down the tiny pile in quite the comical fashion before, at last, she came to a stop at Starlingpaw's feet.
Eyes practically pinwheeling with dizziness from the tumble, the kitten mumbled the first inquiry that popped into her little noggin, "Did I catch it...?"

*rolls in track*

Ploverkit was too young to understand pain, whether it be from the physical suffering of losing a tail, or the emotional and mental strain of wondering what the future would hold without said limb. Plo thought about a lot of things, but that wasn't one of them.
Thus, as Plo batted her moss ball between her paws, muttering and mumbling about whether moss had feelings and if this particular one would like a story to be told to it - followed by what story, exactly, would she tell it - when her attention was peeled away and won by a golden brown figure pushing her way out of the medicine den.
Ploverkit tilted her head to the side, then the other as she gazed at the spotted cat. She wasn't a medicine cat, was she? But she smelled like herbs, so she had been in that den for a while, probably. Hm. Well, she had a weird expression on her face - mix of hope, happiness and sadness - odd mix. But nothing was more odd than the the emptiness where a tail should have been. "Where's her tail...?" she mumbled to herself.
Ploverkit got to her paws, forgetting all about her moss ball as she made her way over to the molly. "Probably shouldn't ask, that would be rude - what if she lost her tail, after all." she mumbled as she closed the distance, before blinking as she replied to herself, "But how could a tail have run away? thats crazy...but Moss might have feelings, so why not tails? What if everyone's tails ran away? That'd be a weird thing - where would they go?" glancing back at her own tail, she concluded, "I'd miss my tail if it went away...maybe thats why this missus is sad..."

Finally coming up to Spottedfern, the kitten meowed, "Hi missus! Did your tail run away? I would be sad, too, if my tail ran away...Maybe we could share my tail? At least until yours comes back? Im sure It wont be long but in the meantime, I dont want you to be lonely, missus," she babbled lightly, before looking back at her rump, then back at the she-cat's tail-less end. Plo's tail was a bit smaller, but surely it would be enough for a temporary thing, right? I mean, Plo didn't want this nice looking molly to always look sad, even if it was just a little sad.
First though, Plo would have to remove her tail to give it to the missus.
With all the innocent naivety in the world, the kitten promptly began to spin in a circle, trying to grab at her long tail. It took three spins before she finally caught it - which she promptly let go with a squeak after biting down too hard - then five more spins before she caught it again.
Now she tugged as hard as she could, which inevitably made her do a half-turn before falling down, unbalanced and not a little dizzy.
Hm. She was sure that would work...

*rolls in*
I can see Plo just forcibly trying to cheer this sad guy up by following him around like a lost puppy, occasionally sneaking into the warrior's den at night to make sure he isn't having nightmares...

Up for an interaction thread possibly? ;V;

//Ash is super adorable omggg ??

Plo had been busy staring at a rock and wondering if the inside was soft, like an apple, and if she bit into it would it taste like the red fruit, when her large ears perked upwards at the commotion nearby. The kitten blinked slowly, curiosity flashing in her dark blue eyes as she spotted the group of cats near the fresh kill pile. "OnetwothreefourFIVE!" she counted absentmindedly, forgetting about her rock as she trotted over to the ground. Was it nosy? Probably. Should she not bother the older cats? Probably. Was she going to do it anyway? Mmm...yeah.
Peeking through legs, the kitten heard the snippets of 'are you okay' repeated over and over, so she got the vague impression someone was hurt. But that idea was dropped when the 'injured' one spoke up, saying they were, in fact, fine. Wanting to see the cat, the nosy kitten pushed through at last and tumbled in closer. sitting up at the sight of the blue-smoke feline whom was surrounded by tumbled prey. "Oh how fun!" she mumbled to herself, swiveling her gaze around to look at all the prey, "They like to play duck-duck-goose too? Strange to use prey though - moss balls are more fun -and less stinky..."
She paused in her under-breath whispering to grab the nearest prey- which was a rather large rabbit, nearly twice ehr size - and attempted to pull it over to the other cat, "Lets play, lets play," she mumbled eagerly through the rabbit, before promptly tripping over the weight and ending up trapped beneath a rabbit and a hard place.

//super rushed aaahhh

"Serpentine," Dragonet yawned, mimicing her twin's stretch as she extended her fluffy forelimbs out from beneath the couch her twin had been resting on. Blinking open her own blue and green optics, she squinted a moment before pushing her way out from her napping spot - couches were always a good source of shade and privacy - before smiling silkily at her sister. "Must you have woken me up?" she asked with a delicate yawn, pouting lightly. "I had been enjoying my dream," she continued with a melancholy sigh, stretching out her hind legs, "I'd caught that one Riverclanner I'd told you about - y'know, the big one with the messed-up teeth? Well anyway, I caught him and I managed to pin him down -" her eyes twinkled as she opened her mouth to continue her tale, to describe how pleasant it had been with what she had done next, before blinking suddenly. "Oh! Look at that - theres a rabbit on the prey pile!" cheerily, she swept her tail as she trotted over to the pile, forgetting the contents of her nightly visions in favor of satisfying her rumbling belly.

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"Well if you're offering..." came a soft, serpentine hiss, before a creamy fawn torbie slithered out of the recesses of the dark shadows to come to her place beside her leader. Or, well, 'beside' was a strong word, more like slightly behind. I mean, sure, Netty held all the confidence in the world, but even she knew there was a special line between herself and the madgod that was Sheo that shouldn't be surpassed unless she wanted to see what the inside of her own neck looked like. Jesus though that made him so much more desirable! I mean, GOSH imagine getting that monster of a cat to- Shaking her head quickly, she forced herself out of that fantasy and back to the issue at hand. Swiping her tongue over her lips, she shifted her emerald and sapphire gaze from her leader to the other attractive male before her.
Sweeping her gem-hued irises over the muscular tom, she studied every line and mark on his figure, gouging his strength and speed, before lowering her gaze back to his paws and the corpse that lay at it. Gross. Who'd want a rotting body as a gift? Where would you even put it - in the piano? It'd stick up the place sheesh! In Netty's opinion, she'd have perferred maybe some roses, some prey - or a live cat she could kill herself! Now imagine that, being presented with a live sacrafice - now that there would take work and ditermination! Truly something worthy of her lord~!
Curling her tail in amusement, she quirked a brown at her leader, "You dont honestly see this as a gift, do you?" she asked, soft and careful, "I mean, clearly he's trying to challenge you! Bringing in a dead cat like that s'like saying he can defeat foes better than you!" If it wasn't already clear by her twinkling, hungry eyes, her attempts at sabotaging Lars was all in her own good fun. Mostly, though, so she could crouch down like an eager dog and plead, "I suggest we go ahead and take his offer- tear 'im apart! See whats hiding inside that gorgeous chest of his!" she purred, gazing with playful lust at Lars's figure. Casting a glance at the corpse, a giggle escape her lips as she stated in a not-so-subtle whisper, "Bet you he's cold blooded!" before she snickered again.

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"W'I'dunno, he was big and had bad teeth, s'all I remember," she said, yawning again as she continued over to the pile. She frowned when she arrived, seeing it was mostly all bones and feathers - gross was that vomit over there? Seems someone had socked in the stomach while grabbing some prey. Hm, shame she missed it. Turning her attention to the rabbit - which already had a large bite in its chest, god MANNERS PEOPLE - she pulled it from the rest of the decaying corpses and rolled her eyes, "Uh, excuse you sister, but I most certainly could sleep forever! If I didn't have a pesky twin, that is," she grumbled, but it was clear her words weren't true. She loved her sibling dearly - enough, actually, to be one of the only cats besides herself she wouldn't let be thrown off a cliff by some stranger. She'd do it herself. Because she loved her.
A smile filled her mouth as she spat the rabbit down between their identical paws, "Im sure I could, Serpentine, but thank you anyway~" she said, affectionately nuzzling her sister's cheek. Okay so maybe she wouldn't push her off a cliff. It would get incredibly lonesome without Tina by her side! Especially during battles - BOI did they never lose when they were together! Putting aside her joking, Netty said warmly, "I bet we could both tear the **** out of that guy,"

The touching moment was interrupted by the flirtatious call of the well-known Sanguine as he approached. Smiling with an upturned brow, the fawn torbie looked over her shoulder at the exotic feline, her fluffy tail curling in amusement. "Oh stop it, I bet you say that to all the cats," she said, batting her eyes playfully as she was quick to fall into her own playfully lustfulness. I mean, it wasn't all that hard - dude was certainly a prize! She gazed admiringly over his figure and pelt, ever fond of the foreignness of him. Wonder what kind of kit's he'd make...."My name is Dragonet, and this is my sister, Serpentine," she said, quickly breaking away from her hungry observations to focus back on the conversation. Glancing at the rabbit, she pushed it forward amicably, "Care to grace us with your company, sir, and share a bite?"

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Dragonet's laughter was soon cut short by the sudden snarl of the Madgod. Flinching into a crouch, Dragonet did her best to not look frightened, but it was there. I mean, can you blame her? Licking her maw nervously, the fem, "Yah promise?" but it came out more under-breath. She hated being frightened - it wasn't an every-day experience for her, and it most certainly was annoying. Though the idea of standing up to the Madgod never once crossed her mind, being able to hold her own against that fires-of-hell gaze would have saved her so much pride.
Still, ever quick to recover once Sheo turned his attention away, Netty straightened and huffed, curling her own tail over her paws. Pouting slightly as the others talked, she decided to cheer herself up by listening in to their conversation. Hm - minus ten points for the cat being sick, but at least it wasn't a kitty-pet. Guy could hold his own. A smile filled her maw once more as she wondered how he'd gone about killing the poor feline. Teeth? Claws? Brute strength? Another burst of exitement went through her as she wondered how the joiner would fare in The Pit. "Did he scream?" she asked, heterochromiac eyes burning.

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