Two is Better Than One {Tiger & Patch}

KESTRELKIT
Let's Start A Riot!, A Riot!

Kestrelkit gazed out upon the camp, she had been cooped up in the nursery for three days. Three days since Skunk-kit's death, three days since she's done anything bad. Blinking her amber eyes a sigh escaped her mouth, "I'm so sorry, Skunk-kit." she murmured again, for the thousandth time. But she couldn't help herself, if she had just decided to not be stupid that day, he could still be alive, he could still be here.

Slowly she was on her paws and making her way towards the exit of her confines, but she abruptly stopped and sat down. If she were to escape the nursery's boundaries she was sure she'd accidentally do something stupid. Which would lead to a huge mistake, possibly worse then Skunk-kit's death.

Suddenly a flash of tabby-stripes interrupted her thoughts, Tigerpaw! She almost smiled at his name. When she was younger she used to play with him all the time, while Patchpaw mostly watched. Tigerpaw had always been the more outgoing, friendly tom anyway.

He also had a very good conscience and seemed to never get into trouble, I bet if I stuck around him I wouldn't be mouse-brained all the time. Flicking her gaze around nervously she stepped onto the dusty camp floor, and before she knew she was racing to the tom's side.

"Tigerpaw! Wait!" skidding to a halt she looked up at him. The tom was reasonably bigger than what she remembered, but he seemed like the same ole' Tigerpaw. "So what have you been up to?" she added with a grin.

Tigerpaw made his way over to the apprentice's den to fetch Patchpaw. The lazy bum had been sleeping all day and it was almost sun-high. Suddenly out of the corner of his eye a tiny fluffy object came hurling toward him, dust trailing behind.

"Kestrelkit?!? What are you doing out of the nursery? You'd better not be doing anything stupid!" He jumped quickly as the small she-cat skidded to a halt flinging dust at him and nearly ramming his side.

Clearing his throat of the dust he added, "What are you doing anyways, you almost ran me over!?"

KESTRELKIT
Let's Start A Riot!, A Riot!

"You acting like I'm still a kit, Tigerpaw." she meowed rather irritated. I know I'm a small, fluffy puff-ball, but I'm going to be an apprentice very soon! But she decided to let it pass over he always liked to tease her in the nursery but at least when he did it he wasn't all serious and commanding, like Silentkit. Rolling her eyes as his second comment she meowed,

"Well I was trying to be a good kit and stay in the nursery until I become an apprentice--" she paused. She wasn't really sure why--or what? She was doing. Biting her lip, she furrowed her brows in deep thought. The little she-cat had always admired Tigerpaw for his lively attitude and his skills when as an apprentice. Perhaps since he was always older and smarter then her it made her want to be like him.

"I just haven't spoken to you for so long, and I thought I'd say Hello." she finally concluded with the flick of her tail. Smiling she repeated her earlier question, "Like I asked, what you've been up to?" Kestrelkit was extremely curious to what the apprentice life was like. And who's better to ask then the best apprentice himself?

The dark tabbey tom sighed as he took in all the young cat's words. Then gave a chuckle at how hard she's trying to be good.

"Well I've been quite fine thank you very much, but I wouldn't say the same for Patchpaw. His mentor was killed in the recent battle, and he hasn't done much since, except lie around all day...He hasn't even eaten for a while, so I'm going to check on him right now. Do you want to come with? A young cat like you will help cheer him up! Well...hopefully." Tigerpaw waited for the she-cat's reply before he continued on his quest to help his only surviving kin. Patchpaw.

KESTRELKIT
Let's Start A Riot!, A Riot!

Kestrelkit's eyes clouded over with sheer sympathy when he spoke of the young tom. I forgot that Seabird--is dead. Patchpaw was usually much more quiet, Kestrelkit always assumed this was because he was smarter than Tigerpaw and thinks a lot. But perhaps he was just born that way and his moping around is because he doesn't have a mentor. "Sure! I miss him in the nursery anyway." she meowed warmly. Giggling she added, "He was always much nicer than you."

Deciding she'd at least try to impress him she streaked over to the apprentice's den as fast as could, showing off her speed. Then at the last second she dropped into a haunting crouch. The same move her father taught her when she was merely three months old. Widening her eyes in the darkness she waited for them to adjust before spotting out the tabby and white tom.

Smirking she slid forward and at the last moment she struck, catching his tail between her paws she meowed cheerfully, "Got ya!" Releasing his tail she slithered over to his face and shoved her muzzle right next to his, staring into his eyes. "Come on cheer up! I'm going to become an apprentice soon!"

Taking to her sarcasm Tigerpaw purred in amusement. All of a sudden dust again flew into his face making him cough. After most of the cloud had settled he trotted towards the apprentices den to catch up with Kestrelkit and to hopefully cheer up Patchpaw.

Arriving to the den he made his way blindly to where Patchpaw sleeps. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness he could clearly see Kestrelkit attacking his motionless tail then move to look him in the eyes.
"C'mon Patchpaw, you gotta do something eventually. Why don't we go hunting for a while...It'll get your mind off it."


Patchpaw regretfully awoke when a force with claws suddenly fell upon his tail. In his depression, though, he didn't bother to move, even when the face of Kestrelkit smuthered his face. With a heavy sigh he replied to Tigerpaw's suggestion,
"I guess I can, but only for a while...I don't feel good."

With a hurtfull groan he heaved himself up into an upright position and stared deeply into Tigerpaw's dark amber eyes.



Tigerpaw was taken-aback when his brother accepted quickly. But then again, the hunger might be getting to him...

KESTRELKIT
Let's Start A Riot!, A Riot!

Kestrelkit watched the tired tom, his depression was seeping through his fur, casting an eerie chill across the den. It was pitiful really, if she were an apprentice and her mentor died she'd make sure to do anything and everything to make them proud in Starclan. Eyes narrowed with determination she meowed sternly,
"Come on Patchpaw! I know Seabird's dead, but it's not your fault! You couldn't do anything!" Snorting she added coldly, "She was my Aunt, but I got over it. So did my Mom and they were sisters."

This wasn't exactly the nicest way to go over things with the apprentice, but what could one do? Sometimes slapping some sense into them was the best solution. Grabbing him by the scruff she tried her best to drag him across the den towards the door. But she was puny and he was big, the combination worked in poor favor towards the she-cat, as she stood gasping for air after pulling him three inches.

"Come--on- let's go--hunting." she wheezed, trying to desperately to catch a breath of air, as she reached down to try again Riverstar's summonings interrupted her actions. Ears perked with interest she piped up,

"Hey let's go to the meeting!" Before the two toms could protest she was shooting out of the den and was racing towards the meeting. Wondering what this could all be about.

ooc: Hey Whispeeerrer! Continue with you post on the board named, '
Riverstar! Oh Riverstar, where art thou?'