Same Stuff Different Day // Kitsune

Chased from her nest first thing in the morning by the other kits, a short legged kit stalked to the freshkill pile and grabbed a squirrel to share with her care taker. Ever fernkit and gorsekit teased her. Her own siblings! Her birth mother had just pushed her away for another queen to care for and she didn't mind that so much. It was the teasing. Kits could be cruel to each other and sometimes apprentices were too. The squirrel was big enough to carry the short kit away, and heavy enough to topple her over. That, of course, was a helpful part of having such tiny legs. Mossykit couldn't fall. She simply rolled and felt no crushing or thumping sensation that falling came with. It was quite amusing to see a mossy brown and white kit hidden under a squirrel that was moving across the camp. When the squirrel slumped to one side, Mossykit rolled with it and sighed frustratingly to herself. How stupid! She wanted normal legs!

A new scent wafted through the camp and Mossykit looked up from hissing at her squirrel to see a new cat. This new comer looked like a she-cat and a strong one too. Mossykit started up her hissing and choked on it when she saw the gray-ish cat's hind legs. Completely floppy and useless! Stunned by the revelation that there was another 'different' cat in the clan's camp, she couldn't help but wonder how this cat would act. If she was anything like Mossykit, they'd fight a lot but get along fairly well. It amused the small kit to imagine having someone to snarl at who would snarl back and she decided to go and say hi to the new cat.

In a rabbit or weasel-like manner, Mossykit trundled up to the larger she-cat and smirked. "Looks like you're in a bit of a hard place." she commented, stretching partly just to stretch and partly to make obvious the tiny legs she had been born with. With any luck, Mossykit would be less short when she became a warrior or an apprentice.

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|| Single || Medicine Cat Apprentice || Bio || Her first night wasn’t quite what she had expected, but then again that was probably a good thing. She stretched as she moved from her place by the camp outskirts, stretching out the cricks in her back from being still for so long. She hadn’t slept yet, it was too cold for her to risk it, and she doubted she’d have the time to doze today. She yawned wide and began padding towards the camp clearing to get a better look at the area, it had been far too dark last night to see much beyond black shadows and blue shapes. With her legs dragging along behind her she looked up at the large rock and wondered what it would look like to have all the cats of Thunderclan crowd beneath it, and what she would look like when their leader uttered her name. Her whiskers quivered with excitement and anticipation. Unfortunately in her wonderings she had forgotten to lift her rear and with a surprised hiss she fell, hitting her chin on the hard dirt worn by many pawsteps. She lay there for a second, knowing what had just happened. With a sigh and a light-hearted grumble she rolled to the side, attempting to wiggle her legs free from the grass that had captured them. “Almost got it.” She grinned triumphantly, standing up as she wiggled her rear for the last time and her victory became clear, however moments before her freedom she heard an irritated hiss nearby and she stopped her escape to glance curiously over. Maybe it was silly of her, but the moment she saw the young kit crawl away from the squirrel her features lit up in a way they hadn’t for many moons. She almost laughed, not in a cruel way, but in a bout of unbelievable joy and amusement. The kitten wandered up to her with legs… Not that that was unusual, everyone had legs it just that, well, they were tiny! “No more of a hard place than you” she teased, a smile stretching across her features as she finally untangled her legs from the grass and swung them to her side, settling herself down in a manner that left them far out of the way so they wouldn’t be painfully crushed under her weight. “And if you’re anything like me, you deal with that just fine, am I right?” She purred, lowering her head to the kit with a massive grin and playful wink, though seconds later she realized that was more of a human thing… [bg= 404040]

Mossykit smirked at kitsune, puffing out her chest and attempting to stand taller. "Me? I don't have any trouble getting around. In fact, I can get into places that even other kit's cant go." Half bragging, and half defending herself, the kit also took a seat and continued looking kitsune up and down. It looked odd to see scraggly, worn back legs hanging out behind muscular front paws. They looked as if they didn't even belong to her.

Remembering her squirrel, the brown and white kit dragged it over the last few steps and let it fall with a plop. "I was going to share it with my care taker, but since you're here, I might as well share it with you." The other cats in the clan had gotten used to Mossykit not being with her mother, or even liking the she-cat, but to another cat it might sound odd. If this cat knew that Mossykit's mother was always in the nest next door, but never took care of her, it was a reasonable thing to say. In the small she-kit's eyes she had no mother, only the queen who cared for her : Her care taker. The thought made Mossykit curl her lip as she looked at the ground. Every other cat in Thunderclan had a mother, even if they were bad mothers. Mossykit had a random queen that always felt sorry for her.

In an effort to stop thinking, Mossykit took a huge bite out of the squirrel and got comfortable. If Kitsune chose not to eat with her, that was her think. "You don't smell like Thunderclan. Where did you come from anyway?" It was a bit of an after thought as this she-cat had come from the medicine den. Maybe she had sought out the clans to get healed? Whatever, it wasn't really all too interesting to Mossykit anyway.

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|| Single || Medicine Cat Apprentice || Bio || Perhaps Kitsune would have found her statement stranger if she wasn't in such a similar position. Instead she heard the name 'caretaker' and felt as though she knew all there was to know. That word was not mother, that word held little affection. The young kit had been abandoned, she had not been wanted, and it hurt Kitsune to her core. And yet, she knew the strength and ferocity that shone in the young ones eyes, the same passion she understood. No, they were not identical, but they were alike. She smiled wide and her words held an almost sisterly tone that even she had not expected. "I'd love to." She took a short step forward, uncurling her back legs so she could lay on her stomach more comfortably as she begun removing some of the fur of the kill. Honestly, she wasn't sure if she was allowed, she had not hunted it, she was barely part of the clan. Nevertheless she was starving, her mouth watered just thinking about it and it was almost unbearable. How long had she been without food? She was still rather plump from her time as a house cat, though... She listened to the young kit as she began to eat, but at the mention of where she came from she found her food hard to swallow. What would she say? What could she say? The truth, you idiot she thought with a roll of her eyes. She didn't need to mention being a housecat, just the time after that. She lifted her head and grinned slyly. I'm a loner, or was at least. I traveled with another cat for most of my life, but when I heard of the clan cats, particularly Thunderclan, I know my skills would be put to far better use here." she puffed out her chest proudly, pulling the squirrel a little closer so she could reach without arching her neck too far. She doubted the kit would believe it but it was true, she could do an awful lot that other cats couldn't, she just needed to prove it. Her time would come. (OOC:: Sorry for the wait! I've been moving house and just didn't have the time. :S) [bg= 404040]

A Loner, huh? Mossykit could believe it. The cat didn't smell like the clan and didn't look like the kind of kitty-pet a two-leg might keep. Giving a nod as she listened the kit couldn't help feeling a tiny sense of kinship mostly due to their shared leg problems. There was more, though. The older cat had eyes that betrayed her life's hardship and the lack of mothering she may have received. It made them almost the same, still not quite though. Mossykit was curious of the new cat and wondered if the leader would let her stay within the clan. What skills could she provide? There was no way this she-cat could hunt or fight. She'd fall over without hind legs or alert prey with the dragging. Wouldn't she?

"Skills? What kind of skills?" In an almost haughty tone that the she-kit didn't really notice she continued. "I doubt you could hunt very well or fight." Would she become the Medicine Cat's apprentice? She couldn't! This cat probably didn't believe in Starclan! What happens when Starclan can't give the clan signs or warnings? Swallowing hard, the kit took another bite, watching Kitsune closely. Did she believe in starclan? Did Mossykit herself for that matter?

Blinking, Mossykit realized that she hadn't given, or been given a name. "I'm Mossykit by the way. Don't expect that name to last long though. In three moons, I'll be an apprentice. Then, you'll have to call me Mossypaw. If the leader lets you stay anyway." The last comment hadn't been meant as harsh or dark, It was simply the truth, but Mossykit's tone was always hard with other cats even when she didn't notice it.

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Word Count: 281 Beh short
Muse: meh

((Sorry it's taken so long. Been sick. Sorry it's short too.))