Posts by Small Fry

A Kodkod was in town, some might even say a small one at that. But Kodkod's were already small cats, so it wasn't too abnormal. But this kit, was freakishly small. Probably no more than the size of your head, if you were a cat, or maybe even a small dog. But he didnt let that get him down, well, he simply denied it, but still. He didnt let it get him down, did he?

Many would question what a chipmunk sized cat was doing in a place like this, surely such a little ball of fluff couldnt harm a fly! Granted most people to comment this aloud would hear more than enough about it. Many had already died from the boredom. But today he was certain would be a great day for all kinds. He proudly walked up to the nearest person and boldly stated his doings. "I'm here to join this dung-heap you call a clan! And you better let me in... OR ELSE!" Hopefully this was one of those places you had to act tough to get into. If not, he may be in a little bit too deep.

The small kit thought it best to blow an awfully rude raspberry towards this audacious goat thing. Why should he have to put up with this crap? After all he appeared to be the most dignified one here.

"You can call me Figaro! Whats it to ya?"

This guy had no buisness with his name, besides the fact he was joining, but still!

He only through a sidelong glare at Link, clearly most of these people were rude and not worth his time. So he upturned his nose at them, with a repulsed look on his face.

He let out an ominous glare, and beginning of a growl as he turned toward the serval, "I didn't think that'd be much of a problem for you Silent Sammy!" He was obviously prodding at the quiet nature of Link, who at this point was little more than an onlooker.

He then turned to Osric who looked more level with this whole situation. He reared up on his hind legs and boxed the air as his own little show of strength. "You bet I am!" The answer fit both questions appropriately

He simply let out a rather loud 'Harumph' in reply to everyone, determined to be as stubborn as possible. He put on his best grumpy face and tried to hide the shaking Fourthwall had induced in him. He wasn't going to let anything deter him, no matter what. He would remain as tough as possible, not letting anything slip. So what if there was massive castle in a cave? For all he cared it wasn't worth his time. He started padding off in the general direction he thought the castle to be, waiting for the others to catch up behind him.

What. The hell. Was this. He'd be apprenticed to Osric!? He'd be apprenticed!? So some big cat was in charge of bossing him around for the next however long! What was wrong with this sketchy leader? If he thought he was going to conform to this heresy for even one second, he was dead wrong. He was still grinding his teeth, but made sure to let out a quiet snap of his teeth at the comment. Oh you bet he would bite Osric's head off, and he wasn't gonna make the poor cat wait, that would simply be rude. Although no more than a glare escaped from him after this.

The small kit skittered into the clearing with sick glee, finally he could show the others he wouldn't be so easily trifled with! The thought hadn't even occured to him that he might not be allowed to join said skirmish. He was practically prancing at this point though, reeling up and down all excitedly. "You can count me in boss!" He might even be able to prove he didnt need a mentor! He would outshine Osric in every way, then would stand proudly as the praise rained upon him. He wasn't a scaredy cat, and he was going to that skirmish one way or another.

Eh, seems like nothing important was going on, but his 'mentor' was an executioner now, that could hold some weight while it lasted. He could already imagine himself bossing around all the other kits and young creatures of various sizes. So far this clan life seemed to be pretty good.

He didnt care about all this right and wrong moral bs. He just wanted a good show. Anything to show he was better than everyone else in every which way. The way he saw, the world owed him, not the other way around. It may be a poisonous mind set, but it had suit him through early kit hood, so he saw no reason to not continue this way.

"Yeah! Beat him up real good!" He was back into a fit of hissing and spitting, back arched and fur on end. He was ready to claw anyone who neared him, friend or foe. Hopefully everyone stayed away for their own sake.

A Q&A eh? Well that certainly tickled his fancy. Besides, it was with this Blackheart guy, he was supposedly in charge round here. "Q, why'd you stick me with a mentor huh? Especially that big dope 'Osric'?" He rolled his eyes as he exaggerated Osric quite loudly, this probably wouldn't roll over too well, especially if the newly made executioner happened to be nearby.

Just about everything ever put him in a bad mood, and this was definitely no exception. He didnt need to learn anything, he already knew everything he could ever need to know! Ugh! Why cant they just get it already!? The new comer though was the last straw, why should he have to deal with some idiotic newbie? He simply hissed at the fox in turn, and stomped off.

Oh this certainly was gold, the leaders own pups were failing the first part of their assessment. Attendance! He was already better than the leaders own pups, and he hadnt even done anything. "Looks like over half of them already failed their assessment! And apparently existing too!" He sat on the sidelines with a smirk at the thought. This was simply too good

Oh so the big the bad and the dopey finally decided to speak up. He didnt need any help, period. "Actually, can we reschedule it to NEXT TO NEVER!" he wasnt going to be easy here, no matter how much drilling he went through. The only thing preventing him from swiping at Osric was the fact they were being watched by just about everyone else. It didnt take much thought to realize he was in another hissy fit of his, spine arched and all.

Looky looky here, looks like good ol Figaro just so happened to find the new dark header or whatever the hell he was. He could use some muscle, and if he could sway one of those shadow do-higgies to his side, and away from the leader. You bet that would be a show of status and power. He had intents of making his way up through the clan, but not in natural ways. That'd be wayyyy too hard. "Hey you. Head Shadow darker thing!" Maybe it's time I showed you who's the real boss around here.

His whole arrival here was already a bad idea, in fact he had probably sneaked into the raid in the first place. Figaro was a small Kodkod, no bigger than the size of a small dogs head, but he had some feist in him. Unsure where to start, he decided to scamper over to Osric's side, after all he was being double teamed. This was just another way to show he didnt need his mentor, in front of him no doubt.

The kit let our a sharp hiss as he tumbled aside from the force of the blow. "Says you!" He snarled at the actually quite larger cat. Deciding it to be his best option, The small kit leapt straight for Viper's face in a flurry of tiny sharp claws. He'd never had real training though, and he may soon regret being so stubborn with his mentor.

Figaro let out a snicker of delight, feeling he had blinded the Serval in some way, do to his reaction."Gotcha now!" He growled with a toothy grin, before trying to get one last swipe at the cats nose, and then leaping back to hopefully avoid any on coming attack. He was completely unaware to the fact he should be trying to make as little noise as possible, as he was gloating about as loud as possible.

He thought it healthier he ignore what had just occured between the two, he honestly might have to speak about this with fourthwall, but he had to focus on the battle at hand. He was suddenly brought back to reality by the sharp seething pain in his leg. "Did no one teach you manners?!" he gasped through gritted teeth, granted the very statement was beyond hypocritical coming from the bite sized cat. The pain was clearly showing in his face, and it took everything he had not to run off crying this very moment, well the clamp like teeth helped. He made a meay swipe at Viper mainly as an escape attempt, but what else could you expect from the small guy?

At that point the kodkod had to stop and look at his own paws for a brief second, that really was too easy. He decided not to dwell on too long, instead giving a smug glance and sly remark toward his opponent before quite frankly, scampering off with his tail between his legs. He even let out a small fearful yelp, accidentally.