Posts by Swiftkit

[size=20pt]Swiftkit[/size]
Riverclan | Kit | Female

Clear lapis lazuli eyes inquired the province before me, my small build caressed gently against my brother as I awaited for the inkling of light to divulge from behind the mountains. I was cold and hungry, my short fur trembling with the ache the leaf-bare season brought. Gusts of wind wisped in circles above my head, the rain being carried by the flurry that showered like a wall of mist into the darkened night sky. The turbulent uproar of the wind blowing against the trees was what tremorred my brawny physique, my head bowed down as I contemplated the inevitable of my actions.

I kept expecting to see mama by my side, carrying me in her jaws and proceeding me into the safety of her compelling care. But. . . that was before it all happened - before she through herself into the rapids, leaving me and my brother deserted.

Gritting my small incisors, I shook my head in doubt of the past, rain droplets trickling down from my whiskers; and although I ached for how things used to be, I couldn't give up hope. I was supposed to be there Raidy, I was supposed to help him through this and make sure we got out of this alive! But I couldn't, I was to afraid. Feelings of melancholy and enmity shown in my eyes like a clear window into my soul - decipherable and unavoidable.

The viens in my head throbbed in anguish, my eyes idly placid upon the bramble and gorse at my paws, before inevitably averting to my side, my gaze settling uneasily upon my brother as he cried. Frowning, I pressed against him, pressing my nose into his fu. "Don't worry Raidy, we'll be okay." I attempted at reassurance, endeavoring a small smile yet I knew it would accomplish nothing. It was the mere presence of my brother that kept me from crying, that kept me from believing that we wouldn't be able to make it. He was the reason I ignored my disbelief's.

[size=20pt]Swiftkit[/size]
Riverclan | Kit | Female

With eyes wide with curiosity, I couldn't help but take in what my older brother was saying. The thought had passed me multiple times . . . But I couldn't quite just put my paw on it. It wasn't as if they could live at here forever, and however much I yearned for my mother's embrace, I knew the responsibilities of the decision we both had to make.

"Do you . . . Do you remember the stories mama used to tell us? The ones about the big 'ol grumpy cats who lived together in hollows and dens? They were strong 'cause they worked together! What if we became strong and did what they're doing? That sounds better then living under a tree to me, Raidy." I meowed, puffing out my chest with ambition clear in my sea blue eyes.

The young blue tortie point was far within the hollow of the tightly woven den, her ivory fur prickling with exhaustion. All this hissing and spitting was simply giving her a head ache, and however much she wished she could march into camp with chin held high and come face to face with the Bloodclan leader and tell her what a big bully she was, she couldn't. Nope, not at all. The borders that mounted Riverclan's province was jam-packed with rampaging claws and teeth and fiery tempers.

The thought made her huff with mere un-amusement. Swiftkit's paws ached to be getting up and doing something productive, but seeing as she was only a few month old kit, all she could do was bring a knife to a gun fight; and so, the adopted daughter of Cougarstar and the medicine apprentice, Soliloquypaw, was stuck playing guard-duty for these 'precious' little green leaves.

The she-kit's dark gray/blue ears quickly pinned themselves to her skull, and just as the Riverclanner was about to lie down on her chest and grope around with a stray moss ball that had been unraveled from one of the beds in the corner, a vague shadow lingered just above her, anchoring down along the walls of the den. Swiftkit jumped to her snow-white paws without hesitation, heart threatening to burst from her chest as the fur along the nape of her neck prickled. What if it was a mean 'ol Bloodclanner? What if it wanted to ear her?! Swifty knew what those beastly monsters did to kits her age, her den-mates had told her so.

Steadying herself on her paws, Swiftkit jumped out of fright as Mercurypaw's form took shape, her blue and peppered white tail lashing like a whip from behind her. As the moments began to whither, the kit tensed her muscles, puffing out her chest and looking at the Bloodclanner straight in the eye. "Get out of mama's den y-you... You big bully~!" She snapped in a kit-like squeal, her small chiseled claws tearing hell into the dirt. She'd protect these stupid leaves one way or another.

Swiftkit blinked as the warrior's tail gently caressed against her fur, mumbling unspoken words as Herontail tried easing her backwards - her nose scrunched up and lapis eyes narrowed. What was she doing? There was a Bloodclanner here! "Hey you, stop it!" The tortie meowed, turning her cheek and swatting harmlessly at the Riverclanner's tail. "What are you tryin' to do, huh? He's gonna get away!"

Swifty's failed attempts at getting this she-cat to evade her tactic was beginning to irritate her, and so, the Riverclan kit quickly placed her paws back against the ground, slipping out from under Herontail and approaching closer to Mercury. Realizing the sudden change in their distance, she took a step back, ears lowered.

"What?" She didn't believe what he was saying. If he wasn't here to hurt anyone, then what was he doing? Blinking, she shook her head and ridded herself of any doubt.

"But you smell like them! Platinumkit and Flarekit told me about what you kind do, and I don't w-" Her words were cut off short as Herontail stepped in between them, her snarl echoing in her ears. Swiftkit was quick to lower herself to the floor, blue eyes wide as she diverted her gaze upward.

The tortie flicked her long plume of a tail as the two continued their feud, shifting her weight from paw to paw as clear blue eyes stared forth. "Steal kits? We don't steal kits, we protect them." Swiftkit insisted firmly, blinking once. She herself had lost her mother, and was taken in by the former leader and the current medicine apprentice - alongside her brother, Radiantkit. Riverclan had given her a family when she had lost her own, so what was this about them stealing innocent kits?

As Herontail raised an unsheathed paw, Swift flinched to the side, glancing forward as her peppered fur rose. "Hey, you don't need to hurt him!" She meowed, following Mercurypaw's gaze. Herontail was setting a bad example of what she was trying to explain, and Swiftkit couldn't help but fathom over what the apprentice said, especally since it was nothing but the truth. Well, aside from what he said about Bloodclanners kicking butt - that title was Riverclan. Duh.

"Mom!" Swiftkit squealed, ears immidetly pivoting as she rushed forth towards her adoptive mother, burrying her nose into her shoulder fur. With their sides touching, the kit cast a wary gaze out of the corner of her eye, glancing breifly as Ashpaw appraoched the dias.

"Anyway, I've got to do this... Burnout wants this done and I want him to like me."

To like him? Why would he want a big old brute to like him? Burnout and Solarstar were no better then Skullclan's team of creepy compulsive cats, what could Merc possibly have seen in them? Letting a good-natured scoff escape her teeth, she took a step away from The medicine apprentice, her inquisitive gaze holding Mercurypaw. This dude was weird. "Why would you want him to like you?" She meowed, Swifty tail lashing to and fro as she glanced around the throng of cats. No one had seemed to be in the mood to continue this much longer, so Swifty quickly ended by stating the obvious.

"He's mean. And what's wrong with just being yourself, huh? Burnout Shmernrout, you should just forget about that bone-head."

The young blue tortie point twitched her whiskers, unsure what to make of what Mercurypaw was saying. Nonetheless, she couldn't help the sly smirk that pressed into a fine line along her lips as Soliloquypaw spoke to him through telepathy. Swifty remembered when that first happened to her just as she met her adoptive parents. Sol was mute, but it never seemed to bother Swiftkit; in fact, she thought it was pretty wicked.

"Swiftkit, future leader of Riverclan, and don't you forget it!" The kit huffed, puffing out her chest once more and straightening her position. "Stealing herbs and doin' Burnout's dirty work isn't going to make you a 'true' warrior, Merc. That's not even close to what it means to be the most epic warrior in the whole forest!"

Swiftkit was about to speak in response to Mercurypaw when another Bloodclan apprentice trotted forth, her pointed fur easing itself on end. No one was going to put her down, especially not this gal! Besides, she was better then them. "Hey girly, you better shut your trap or else the next thing to come out of it will be your pretty white teeth!" Swifty hissed in a very non-indulgent kit-like way, jumping on her paws as she stood in front of Herontail, Ashpaw and Soliloquypaw, ready to beat this apprentice to a pulp; at least, as far as she was aware. Besides, no one messed with her family if she had any say over it.

"Get lost, yah hear?"

Swifty flinched, clear lapis gaze diverting towards the tom. "Hey, you be quiet!" She billowed, taking no heed to Herontail. Oh, what a snarky and crafty, smooth talkin' kit she was. 'Course, she wasn't about to be one-upped by these guys, her brazen and hussy personality clear proof that the kit wasn't going to let them win this verbal feud.

She had been beginning to think Merc was a pretty cool dude, if not a bit messed up in the head with his beliefs. Nontheless, her main priority right now was to protect the oh so precious herbs, and make sure these two guys were long gone.

However, as she returned her glare towards the spiteful Cottonpaw, she didn't expect what was to happen next. A quick gasp rolled off the tortie's tongue as she landed on her back with a grunt, being towered over by the Bloodclan apprentice. Using her hind legs to protect her abdomen, Swiftkit thrusted them forward without hesitation, hoping to endeavor a few cuts in the apprentice's stomach and manage to push her off.

Bright cerulean eyes stared forth, grasping the figure before her like a grip of iron. The blue tortie point's rump was high in the air, her plume-like tail lashing to and fro as her chiseled claws tore into the upturned soil. A bright yellow leaf gently shifted in the crisp air, the wind billowing circles above her head as the young Swiftkit stood to far outside of the nursery, ignoring the inevitable and doing what she did best - have fun.

As the leaf began to whither in the wind, the adopted daughter of Cougareyes and Soliloquypaw ear's immediately pivoted, jumping to her ivory socks before leaping forth with extended arms. "Hey, get back here, you!" She growled good-naturedly, hopping forward as the leaf slipped from in between her paws.

The young blue tortie point's lapis lazuli hued eyes diverted over her shoulder as she heard an unfamilar voice call them forth, abruptly turning away from the entrance of the Nursery before rising to her paws and taking a mere step forward. The adopted daughter of Cougareyes and Soliloquypaw flinched as she noticed their former medicine cat's cadaver, the dark blood drying on her fur. She had seen enough blood shed at the recent battle with Bloodclan and Riverclan . . . so this hadn't seemed to phase her as much as it should've.

With dark blue ears lowerd, Swiftkit hurriedly padded towards her mother's side, eyes holding Murkywater's. His own brother killed their mother? The 4 moons old kit gritted her teeth and shook her head, sympathy glittering solemly in her eyes.

"I'm sorry, Murky~." She mewed, looking up from under her furrowed kitty brow.

Pure lapis eyes blinked once as a figure anchored long shadows above her, the kit's gaze diverting upward at the sight of the deputy with the leaf tickling his nose. As it fluttered to the ground, Swiftkit giggled, jumping up and pressing both front paws against the leaf to stop it in it's tracks.

"You alright, Mr. Rangerflash?" She laughed, cocking her head with big blue eyes.

A bit startled, Swiftkit glared upward as Murkywaters approached, lapis eyes clear with skepticism. He was the new medicine cat, right? Swifty remembered the meeting he held, the one where he explained to everyone the death of his mother. Sympathy lined her eyes, but it was quick to fade as she returned her attention on the Bloodclan apprentice who had seemed to dodge her attack, lips curling.

"Get offa me." The tortie growled, once again trying to ram her hind legs into Cottonpaw's ribs so she could obey Murkywaters and scadaddle. Of course, the camp was surging with battling Bloodclanner and Riverclanners, so unless Murky had a plan, she wouldn't simply be able to trot off.

Swiftkit hesitated as she saw claws coming to her face, immediately turning her cheek and raising her paws as a shield. The tops of her paws got scarred as the tortie hissed at the sudden pain, quick to slither out from Cottonpaw's weight and retreat to the side of the group.

Steadying her position, the she-cat flexed her muscles uneasily. "Hey, 'least we aren't pointless killers. An' you," She meowed, turning her attention towards Cottonpaw. "Yah really think you should go off attacking me when there are dozen other cats in here that could snap you like a toothpick? Jeez, whatta mouse-brain." Swifty perked up, eyes narrowed as she swiped her quick salmon tongue along her scratched paws in a brief motion.

Swiftkit blinked once, taking in what Rangerflash was saying. After a moment, the kit stifled a laugh, shaking her head with amusement clear in her eyes. "Psh, no leaf would dare attack me! Didnt'ja see it? It was running away!" Swifty explained quite surely, puffing out her chest with a quirky grin.

Nah, Swifty wasn't sleeping - in fact, she was far from it.

The blue tortie point huffed a sigh as she entwined a string of moss along a front claw, attempting to find interest in the smallest of things. Her brother Radiantkit was sleeping somewhere in this throng of sleeping queens and various aged kits, no doubtuly dreaming about their biological parents. They had only joined Riverclan a few weeks ago and was adopted by Cougareyes and Soliqouypaw; and however much she wished to help her poor brother, she had felt as if her affliction seemed to be nonexistent to him. He was still having a hard time adjusting, no doubt.

With a heavy sigh, the three moon old kit stifiled a yawn, breifly swiping her long salmon tongue along her shoulder before quietly rising to her paws. She wanted to get out of here, it was much to crowded and boring for the kit's delicate taste. Raising her chin, Swiftkit stood high on her paws, careful not to step on anyones tail as she made her way towards the tightly woven entrance of the Nursery. The young she-kit half hoped Rangerflash was still awake and out and about somewhere . . . she had enjoyed their little time together a few days ago. Either the leader or one of the deputies always had to be awake and alert, right? So maybe he could spare some time with her. Of course, the chances of the orange tabby deputy actually letting her out of the Nursery before sun-high were slim.

Nearing the entrance, Swiftkit was allowed to finally walk steadily on her paws, seeing as no one was allowed to sleep near the entrance, of course. Diverting her gaze breifly over her shoulder, a giddy smirk played along her lips, her tail twitching with excitement as she was just about to leave. But of course, the adopted gal hadn't noticed the Bloodclan apprentice as he poked his head in, her heart threatning to burst out of her chest as she gasped, ears immediately pinning themselves to her skull.

"Mercurypaw!" Swiftkit's paws flew to her mouth as she realized how loud she had gasped, her hind legs losing their balance on the soil as she landed on her rump. With a grunt, Swiftkit glanced upward, re-positoning herself as she lowered her voice. "Merc, what are you doing here?!"

A soft sigh escaped through the kit's teeth as she slowly rose to her paws, stifling out the voices of the other cats as she trotted briefly towards the torn carcass of Murkywater's mother, gently pressing her nose into the deceased she-cat's cheek. Swifty hadn't known the Medicine cat as well as she wished she could, but she knew Murky would be an excellent choice in fulfilling what Shatteredvoice had passed down onto him.

Taking a step back, the blue tortie point glanced forward towards the tom. "Hey Murky. . . Don'tcha have to go to the st... moonstone... and talk with our ancestooors?" She meowed, not liking how that word tasted on her tongue. "Because like, they need to know your filling in for Shatterdvoice? I think."

"Rangy! Rangy~!" Swiftkit squealed, ears pivoting forth as the young blue tortie point stumbled forward, twitchy on her own four paws. With keen lapis eyes wide with emotion, the adopted daughter of Cougareyes and Soliloquypaw resided beside her buddy Rangerflash, standing high on her toes as she looked over the queen's molted physique.

"D'awww! They're so adorable!" She purred, slumping down on her rump and curling her tail tightly along her small little body.

With blue eyes wide, Swiftkit scrambled closer to the orange tabby, putting a paw between the both of them so no one could hear such a valuable secret as the one Rangerflash was about to say.

“Roar. You have to scare it away with your mighty voice.”

With a smirk, Swifty flinched slightly as he ‘roared’, giggling as the tortie took a step back. “Ya really mean it? Where’s another leaf, I wanna try again!” She perked up, jumping around on her paws, keen gaze looking around the province.

"Oh, Rangy!" Swiftkit perked up, toddling over towards her friend as she glanced over her peppered white shoulder towards the havoc that reeked along camp. She understood Murkywater's pain, and could only assume he was going through the same kind of hell she had endured when her mother had committed suicide - Swiftkit was young when it happened, but it didn't stop the grief. Pursing her lips in a scowl, the blue tortie point slowly shuffled herself on her haunches, turning back towards Rangerflash.

Stormspirit stole the words right out of her mouth, her expression dazed as Swifty glanced at the she-cat, and quickly back towards the orange tabby.