Family Matters {SunxIce Kits!}

ooc: Not sure who plays them but they're Cursekit, Windkit, Goldenkit, and Sandkit.

WINDKIT
A crisis is an opportunity riding the dangerous wind.

Golden eyes awoken to the shimmering new-leaf light. They had reached their fourth moon, no longer were they considered whiny, needy kits. They were older, much more sophisticated. As Windkit lulled into a luxurious stretch she pawed Cursekit's shoulder, "Wanna go wrestle?" she inquired. Her brother was still dozing but her question was sure to wake him.

Over the moons Windkit slowly grew out of her whispering phase. Her mother, Icewish urged her to speak up. Due to such exercises she was now a bit rambunctious. Wrestling has spawned into her favorite activity. Cursekit was a hard opponent. He didn't talk much but he was strong. She learned never to underestimate him. Never again.

Swiveling her large ears she tried grasping any sort of clan life. To her dismay everything was silent, only the soft rasps of breathing filled the reed surround hollow. It was nearly dawn. Windkit was never a late sleeper; she liked to think that if you slept to long you'd only be wasting your day. One of her biggest pet peeves is to spend a day of wasting; sleeping in was off limits.

Prodding Cursekit's shoulder once more she growled softly,
"Get up you big 'ole lump." The growl was crisp off her tongue. Exchanging an annoyed glance with Sandkit's sleeping form she extended her claws and pressed them into his rump. "You too Sandkit, get up."

Definitely a hazard.

<sup>Cursekit
I just want to be noticed

Cursekit's peaceful dozing was disturbed by the request by his sister. Reluctant, he was going to obey to his sister's want, but accidentally dozed back off because of the lack of energy he possessed. But he was soon awoken once again by the impatience by Windkit.

Giving in to the pressure of his sister, he drowsily got up, a large yawn following his arrival to the awaken world. "W-wha?" He stuttered in confusion, stretching his still half-asleep form.</sup>

WINDKIT
A crisis is an opportunity riding the dangerous wind.

Windkit rolled her eyes, "Wanna go wrestle?" she repeated. Honestly was he deaf? To Windkit that was something vast; unknown. The world as she knew it was only an arrangement of sounds. She depended so much on her ears that if she were to go blind, it wouldn't be a problem. Not in the least. Through half lidded eyes she lazily watched as her brother hauled himself to his paws. Wanting to make the match a lot more interesting she quickly shoved Sandkit's sleeping mass with her paw; claws unsheathed. The little tabby bopped Goldenkit on the head as well; they shouldn't be wasting their day with dreams. Why dream when you can do?

Wriggling her rump she decided not to lose any more precious time; she was going to play now. With a triumphant battle cry she launched herself through the air. Her aim had been been Cursekit's face, but due to being inexperienced she had landed squarely on his shoulder. With ease she had him flattened to the ground. Turning around she adjusted her stance and growled deviously into his ear,

"Give up? Or are you begging for more?"

Windkit was definitely warrior material. She wasn't kind and sweet like her Mother, nor gentle like her Father. She was the oddball of the bunch. She wasn't shy like Cursekit, serious like Sandkit, or calm like Goldenkit. She was an excited, trembling fur-ball of teeth and claws. And this was all thanks to her mother for encouraging her to talk.

Not the best idea.

<sup>Cursekit
I just want to be noticed

Cursekit was totally unprepared when a sudden attack was displayed from Windkit, his reaction delayed due to still being half-asleep. The last thing Cursekit ever wanted to do, ever, no matter how young or old he was, was fighting. So whenever Windkit urged a wrestling match his first instinct was to flee. But since none of his siblings seem to care to rescue him this time, or were too tired to, it didn't seem it would be as easy as he thought.

"I-I want to g-give up, please. I don't like f-fighting." Cursekit whimpered, slithering away from her grasp. His best bet to get away from this harsh environment was to hope that his sister would get distracted by either Sandkit or Goldenkit somehow. But it seemed rather unlikely, for Windkit's attention was straight on him. But why? Maybe because he was easy pickings? All he knew was he wanted to stay away from any kind of fighting related games as much as possible. But was it possible? Especially when he encountered apprenticeship or warrior-hood? Was there an escape?</sup>

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WINDKIT
A crisis is an opportunity riding the dangerous wind.

The little kit eased off him, sliding down onto her belly she maneauvered around so that she was eye to eye with him. "Why 'ya giving up?" She meowed curiously. Her eyebrows scrunched together, "You used to like to fight when we were smaller?" But that was back then when they hardly had any personality. It also wasn't really considered fighting. Mostly it'd consist of swatting and clumsy running. Not to mention a lot of biting. With a grunt she sat up, giving Cursekit a scatching glance she whined rudely, "Your no fun." None of them were, they always refused to fight. A lightbulb went off in her head, "Okay Curskit we won't fight."

Grinning Windkit pressed her forehead against his, "We'll do whatever you want to do instead!" Backing up she bounced to her paws, frolicking around the nursery she waited impatiently for his decision. "And it can't be sleeping! And it has to be fun!" She meowed over her shoulder.

With a light-hearted growl she pounced playfully on her mother's tail. A sharp glance from Icewish sent her sliding next to Cursekit once more, "So what's it gonna be?" Pressing her cheek against his she meowed again,

"Come on hurry! I'm bored!"

<sup>Cursekit
I just want to be noticed

Cursekit flattened his ears in shame when he stumbled back up and straightened himself. All he wanted was to please everyone around him, especially his stubborn sister, but that seemed impossible with his unbearable shy and skittish nature. They always said he got it from his father, but his father wasn't like this! He's friendly and kind. Not shy and scared. How did he get this?

Mother? She was the quiet type, but not as shy as him. She seemed just like Sunrise. They seemed so confident. So...is that why they named him Cursekit? Because of his cursed personality that will get him a bad life as a warrior, and no friends or mate? Wait, that can't be true. He couldn't have this at that young. But it sure felt as if he were truly cursed like his name suggested.

When he thought his sister would give up on him forever and play somewhere else, she said something that brightened up his spirits. A choice? Why would she be so kind in letting him pick something? He never got to pick the game! Was she planning something? Or did she feel sorry? Either way, it didn't matter. Maybe he would have fun this time.

"I-I don't know if we're allowed in there b-b-but..." Cursekit meowed quietly, looking down. "B-But I always wanted t-to see what it was l-like in the medicine d-den..."</sup>

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WINDKIT
A crisis is an opportunity riding the dangerous wind.

Windkit quirked a brow, the medicine cat's den?? Was everything about him, excruciatingly boring? Out of all of the places they could go and ravage he chose Fawnstep's den? And out of all cats too. Fawnstep was in the least bit intimidating; getting a scolding from her sounded as exhilarating as listening to the Elders sleep. Rolling her eyes she left a heavy sigh, "I suppose." she drawled. Darting her eyes from side to side she scampered up to Icewish, grinning devilishly she meowed innocently, "Hey Mama, we're going to go listen to Roundbelly's stories."

The queen let them go easily, even if it were a tad bit suspicious. Dropping low she looked around quickly, with a squeak she launched herself from the nursery's entrance. Her small paws hit the earth with a 'oomph'. Shaking from head to toe she let her dainty steps lead her to Fawnstep's sleeping quarters. Poised and ready to bolt; she kept low to the ground. Flashing Cursekit a glance she growled loudly,

"Hurry it up! Your taking moons to get over here?" Honestly was it that hard to break the rules? Eyes wide she found herself gaping at the size of Fawnstep's den. It was huge, did it really just hold one cat? She found that hard to believe. Windkit shut her gaping mouth with a snap. She had to be careful they really didn't want to run into Fawnstep; naw that would ruin the fun.

With a bounce in her step she hurled herself deeper into the darkness. Standing still her eyes gradually adjusted, allowing herself to see the piles of herbs stacked upon each other. "Woah." she breathed.

Maybe this wouldn't be so boring after all.

"Momma! Windkit woke me up now I can't get back to sleep!" Goldenkit yowled her complaint.

Icewish shook her head. "Go play. And Tell them I know they aren't listening to any stories."

"Ok." Golkdenkit bounced off, happy to yell at Windkit.

She paused in the middle of camp. Trying to figure out where her brother and sister would have went.

"Oh well. I don't know where they went." She wandered off around camp, hearing the end of Windkit yelling she walked into Fawnstep's den, succefully bumpping into Cursekit.

"Your braking the rules?" She teased.

(Sorry for any spelling mistakes. There is no spell check on this computer.)

{Psst Faith 100 word count rule ;3 Yours is at 95 :3 Our standards are a lot higher than what they used to be.}

<sup>Cursekit
I just want to be noticed

Cursekit followed closely beside Windkit, not wanting to fall behind and for comfort from being in unfamiliar territory. The clearing was scary enough. But now they were entering a new den all together. New scents, new sights, it was like walking into a fox's den. Cautiously after loosing Windkit to the darkness that lay ahead, he made his own trip inside the den, panicking when blindness hit him.

After finding the warmth of his sister he let his eyes allow getting used to the dark atmosphere, surprising him when he finally saw what was inside. Herbs, everywhere. All the scents made him dizzy, but the amazement of the different plants distracted him from the disadvantage. There were so many! How can medicine cats remember all this stuff? It must be hard work as a special rank. He wondered what it would be like. It would be like a dream coming true though if he worked as a healer, not having to fight. At least, he never saw a medicine cat fight before.

"Where's Fawnstep...?" Cursekit questioned in the midst of the excitement. "I hope none of these herbs might be deadly..."</sup>

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