A new arrival [save]

[Summerbreeze]

occ: SUMMERKIT IS FEMALE SHADOW!!! And sorry if I play your characters. If I do, it's an accident.

Behind the tom, a new cat was walking up to her. She smelled of herbs and the forest. She had a worried and hasty expression and nudged the tom out of the way. Summerkit thought that she was coming to welcome her and shrank away when the cat started sniffing her. "What are you doing?" mewed Summerkit, the the she-cat didn't listen. She kept of sniffing and nudging her.
The tom was sitting behind this new cat. He just stood watching, and didn't look very interested. "Who are you?" Summerkit repeated, to bth cats this time. She was feeling ignored now as no voice came in return. She tried to shrug the herby cat off again, buit failed. So, again, she just waited for a reply.

[Shadow]

Leafstream

Leafstream couldn't help but smirk at he ginger kit's desire to know who they are. It was entraintaining, to say the least.

"I am Leafstream, Medicine Cat of Faintclan," she mewed to Summerkit. "And you, I take, is Summerkit. Am I corrrect?" This time, though, she turned to look at Jetpaw.

Not wanting to waste anymore time, she started looking through her herbs for the correct one to take care of this until she got all the kit's injuries sorted out.

OOC: Eheheh.... sorry. Fixed now. I just was um.... writing on instinct and I'm used to RPing with male characters. xDD

[Summerbreeze]

occ: That's fine! Sorry it's short.

"Yes." replied Summerkit, not understanding what the she-cats smirk was for. She watched her search through a herb store for a moment then turned to the tom, irritated at his ignorance. " For the last time, who are you?"

[yami-chan]

Jetpaw

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_in a genuine foul mood, the ample tom rolled his shoulders in aggression, roughly flattening a patch of rising fur so that the expression was dampened within a few strokes. bitterly sniffing, jetpaw shuffled from leafstream's wake, avoiding the medicine cat's pacing gate as she returned with herbs that had a heavy tang of sweet flowers. lifting his chin, cobalt eyes shifted from the busy at work femme, to the small ginger kit still clinging onto her pride despite the wounds that lay cumbersome on her shoulders. she was a cheeky little thing, he had noted this from the moment her maws opened to produce words, and this irritated him to an extreme. jetpaw had lost his patients with this kit, playing question and answer with her was over; rising to full height, the obsidian brute pushed his entire profile into summerkit's line of vision, looming over her diminutive bodice. a snarl carved deep into his lips, jetpaw growled low in his gullet, forcing the air out in a hissing tone. "watch yourself squirt, your nothing but a kit, and if you keep on hinting you haven't ever heard of faintclan then your but a prisoner, and i definitely don't have to answer to you! if i was your mentor i'd give you such a smacking, so shut your yap until you address me properly." sharply turning, the black apprentice stalked heatedly toward the entrance, tossing a few words to the medicine cat before sticking his skull into open space. "i'm done here, i've completed what was asked of me, if the kit gives you any trouble get silverspirit to deal with the brat."[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/color][/size][/font]

[Summerbreeze]

occ: I hope you're not like that in real life! Grr, I need to make Jetpaw turn, sorry.

Summerkit couldn't speak. She was so full of emotions; confusment, sadness, disability, but mostly, rage. She felt like she was going to explode with all the rage, she couldn't hold it longer. [glow=red,2,300]"HEY, YOU,"[/glow] she yelled at the tom, [glow=red,2,300]"YOU TURN ROUND ... RIGHT NOW ... OR YOU WILL ... REGRET IT!" [/glow]Then, it happened.
The tom turned, everyone in the camp turned to see the innocent little kit. However, she wasn't an innocent little kit any more. Her eyes burned blood red, alive with rage and anger. Her claws were unseathed, long, gleaming. She looked threatening already but the rage was still pulsing like water rapids. She blinked, she grew. Not just the fact that her fur was sticking out all over, the fact that she actually grew, from kit size to adult size. She was much taller than Skystripe, taller than every cat. Her fur turned darker with a tinge of red. The anger was still building innside her, bursting, like she really was going to explode. She let of waves and waves of anger, so strong and overpowering that made every cat want to turn tail and run. These waves were full of so much anger and rage, they contained also darkness, the darkness that no one can hide from, pouring from this monster like the ledgends of sun-drown-place, drowning every cat in the light of the red moon.

Fighting the urge to leap up and destroy everything in the forest, she summoned her calmest voice which turned out to be a growl of thunder. She stood up and slinked slowly toward the tom, looming over him now.[glow=red,2,300] "Right then, I want you to NEVER talk like that again, is that clear, or do I need to give you something to remember it by?"[/glow] She batted the tom with her paw, not managing to scrape him and looked up. [glow=red,2,300]"I do NOT want to be spoken to like that." [/glow]Summerkit announced to the FaintClan and bounded to behind the den she was in to calm down.

occ again: I know it's "FaintClan", but she doesn't, she thinks it's "a FaintClan" by the way.

[silver[[rivid]]]

Silverspirit had followed at a distance, but suddenly sprinted ahead at the sound of the enraged voice. He had heard this kind of voice before, a voice from his childbirth. This sounded like that voice he had longed to hear forever, the sound of his father's voice.

But upon reaching the camp, he saw it was actually the young kit named of summer. He heard how Jetpaw had slipped out the Silverspirit will take care of the brat, and how the kit of summer had seemed to grow in size, turning into something like a monster. Something of the likes of a tiger...

His faded form watched the deformed kit race away to his medicine cat's den. He saw her try to calm down, but fail. Then with a swish of his magnificent tail, the leader sprang into the midst of the confused clanmates, and noted how his presence seemed to calm them down a bit.

"Dear kit of summer," he stated as he approached the raged form. "I can see that one of my subjects has upset you, and that you wish to calm yourself. For I hope..." here he cast a glance at Leafstream. "For I hope that you will not harm anybody, especially yourself. Tae make this easier, would you please relate to me what happened."

Silverspirit's ghost quivered slightly, but not in fear. This was excitement, for this kit was a connection to his dad. "Well, let's start at the beginning. Where are you from, dear kit of summer?" He didn't relate as to how he knew the kit's name, but was strongly aware of how the cats of FaintClan noted he knew the name already.

"Please, speak to me, young one. I wish not for harm to fall in the grounds of this clan."

[Summerbreeze]

Summerkit spun round and glared at another cat. This cat was a tom, one Summerkit has seen in the forest. She recognised how gentle he was being to her. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and managed to calm herself down. She felt herself shrink, stop the waves of darkness, and let her eyes cool down. When she opened them again, she heard this tom ask her to tell him what happened. She took a shaky breath and started to explain:

"I have no home. I think I was born in this forest, but I was cast out into a river on a branch. I was terrified. The river ended up far away from here. I did not know where I was, but I just started travelling. I was too young to remember who my parents were, but I know they were killed before a moon after my birth. After many moons, I ended up in this forest, where you and the rest and," She hissed, "Him, found me." She felt the anger bubbling up inside her again, but kept it under control. She sat and waited for more questioning from this tom, hoping for some more explanation to where she was and who she was with.

[yami-chan]

Jetpaw

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_master of poison tongue and death eaten glares, stalked between the parallel lines of stretched shadow, striking glares of deep ocean blue danced like wildfire, thrashing in a flickering trance of seething rage. how he despised this kit and her living embodiment, oh how he wished he had just left her there, the vile taste of ginger fur soft as milk against his gums tainting it like dripping death berries. chops snapped, a wave of burning frustration spiking his skin as he heard much-hated-kit speak in his direction with such an inhuman and commanding tone, the simplest thought of such defiance skipping a note within his beating heart. turning, violence breathing upon his talons, young apprentice met eye to chest with a monstrous beast, and when he leaned off to peer behind enlarged shoulders he spotted no one hiding behind, and truly knew that this creature was indeed summerkit.

_lips quivered into what could be explained as an almost deranged smile, the strange arrival's thunderous growls cutting deep into his ear drums, and even as she fumed back to the medicine cat's den, jetpaw let loose a howling fit of sadistic laughter. "oh what a monster you are!" the gleeful gurgles of barks ceased immediately, sharp visuals creating a straight path to the shrinking kit who calmed under silverspirit's presence, the leader's sudden appearance becoming a fuel to the blackened brute's anger. "do you intend to kill me? now what good would that do? nothing fun for you i'd gather. huh, it surprises me that silverspirit is willing to take a killer into faintclan..." his stance a powerful beam of ridged rage, jetpaw continued to glare venomously at the ghost like ruler with every bit of hate he could muster within his cage of flesh.[/size]

ooc:// oh no, i'm not like jetpaw at all! in reality i'm a big softy xD[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Summerbreeze]

occ:// That's good but you are a grat rp-er!

Summerkit heard the teasing laughter from the other side ofthe camp, from the foul tom who had caused her rage. She did not want a fight, but if it was a fight he wanted then a fight he shall...

No, she thought, that's wrong who can blame him for being what he is? It's his fault. Unless he really wanted a fight she would be more than happy to give one to him. But then she heard him call her a monster and she realised; that wasn't normal. That had never happened to her before. She had never been that angry before. She was a monster. Summerkit was horrified at herself and couldn't understand the rest of what the loathsome ashcloud was saying.

As quickly as it came, she got over her horrified feeling and thought it over again. She had been more angry than she had evey been before, okay. She transformed into a monsterous being, okay. She had the power to knock a cat, that was twice her size in reality, probably to the other side of the clearing... OKAY! She admired herself in her head. Wow, I'm amazing! That rotten bundle of fluff've better watch out. I could kill him if I wanted to! Oh, what am I thinking, I'm a kit! I don't want to kill, I wnat to make friends. Well... it's worth a shot.

Slowly and carefully, Summerkit walked out from behind the herby den, and towards the tom. All eyes turned to her again, and she wished they wouldn't. She went over to the tom, but kept a distance that he couldn't reach her, closed her eyes and tried to get on his good side. This is going to be virtually impossible, she thought. She could feel the hate from him.

"I'm sorry about what just happened and I don't want a fight. You have just uncovered a new possibllity* for me and for that I thank you. I wish that you would listen and put your hatrid aside for a little while and listen to what I need to say. I never want any enimies, especially not you, the one kind enough to bring me here. No one likes being angry now, do they?" she forced a weak smile and took a small step back. She had just done the wrong thing.

[silver[[rivid]]]

he couldn't help but laugh lightly at the antics of the two young cats. "Tae be honest, you guys are taking this a bit too far. Young, fleet Jetpaw, please control your tongue. I am sure that FaintClan had tought you better tahn that. And as for a murderer..." here his phantom bodice turned to look at the little kit. He wanted to have the kit to himself for a few minutes, just to talk, but that would have to wait...

"As for a murderer, what dost thou speak of, young Jetpaw...?"

He could see the tension between the two cats grow and grow, until it seemed to suffocate the very air. His tail came to lightly rest on the shoulders of the kit, and then he turned to step up to the apprentice. He wasn't trying for intimidation, more aiming for a fatherly kind of thing. But that didn't work at first, so he stayed with a blank confused look on his face. The leader wanted answers.

**These brats...** he thought with a sigh. **They have no respect for ANYTHING these days! Why did my dad leave me with these creatures, and mom too. And maybe this kit...**

His tail twitched impatiently. He could feel blood rising to his head, as the kit had brought about so much hate to the air. He tried to fight it down. He didn't need the bloodwrath to interfere with his conversation...