Cabbages and Kings (OPEN, BUT NO SILVERPELT... ><)

"We live here 'cause we wouldn't want to fall in the river,that's why!" The defiant squeak came from another kit,whose ginger fur was fluffed up against the cold winds that sliced through her pelt. "Who are you and why are you here?"Foxkit questioned,tilting her head to the side. She wasn't meant to be out of camp,but she didn't exactly follow orders very well.

Blinking startling blue eyes,Foxkit raced down to the other kit,sniffing the air and wrinkling her nose. "Yuck! You smell like RiverClan!" She twitched her ears in annoyance but otherwise showed no signs of aggression.

"Oops,sorry. My name's Foxkit!"she chirped,completely ignoring the other kit's hostility. "I'm gonna be ShadowClan leader someday!" Her eyes sparkled with excitement and determination. "But first I gotta be an apprentice."

Foxkit tipped her head. "What is your dream?" She was honestly curious about this other kit. She didn't smell like any of the Clans....But she stank of fish.

"Hey! You said something! Great!"Foxkit mewed sarcastically,smiling slightly. She seemed completely unaffected by the other kit's hostile words.

Foxkit sighed. "You should probably leave. If any of my Clan find you here,you'll be crow-food. None of those warriors ever have any fun and are really serious. I can't understand half of what they say most of the time." She looked down,eyes clouded with thought. Better not to tell her that most of the warriors whisper about me behind my back...

Foxkit stayed silent,still staring at her paws. Then she felt anger,hot and raw,making her blood boil. Why me? Why not any of the other kits? Why am I the freak? She demanded inwardly,unsheathing her claws unconsciously and digging them into the ground.

OOC:LOL. Ask Iron.

"Grrr,"Foxkit growled,ripping into the ground. Then she suddenly remembered where she was and looked up,blinking. "Oh,uh,sorry,I uh,kinda spaced out."she stuttered. No way could this loner begin to understand.

A black and white tuxedo kit was falling from the sky. Flailing as he fell butt first down towards the forest floor. He screamed as loud as possible, something weird had just happened. It was like he had disappeared for a second and thousands of images of the terrain of ShadowClan had blazed through his mind, that was until he flew straight up a tree and into the air. Now he was falling... Maybe to his doom and he needed something extremely soft and squishy without any muscle. His savior, being a she-cat below.

Foxkit shrieked as another kit landed on top of her shoulders,smooshing her to the ground. She gasped as the air was driven from her lungs and lay limp for several moments,dazed.

Slipkit rolled off of the she-kit with fear in his eyes. Poor little Foxkit, she had been the only one in the Nursery that was nice to him, now she was smushed... What a tragic end. Ending with his his end. Hehe... That was funny. It seemed that he wasn't the only one that thought his little private thoughts were funny, by looking at the other she-kit that was also trying hard to laugh. But laugh at what? Him? Of course... He slowly backed away licking his fur to lie flat. "Uh... Hi, um... Sorry, F-f-foxkit..."

"Urf,"Foxkit squeaked,pulling herself up off the ground. "Jeez! You're as bad as Owlkit!"she complained,licking her chest fur several times. "That's the second time a tom's flown into me!"

"I didn't 'flown', I fell!" pointed out Slipkit walking around Foxkit, with smirk, now back on balance, and not as scared as he had been when he had fallen from the sky. He turned to this other she-kit who had an odd look on her face, like she was freaked out by this. "So, whose your friend?" asked Slipkit looking at the she-kit one more time until he understood. If she thought this was abnormal, then she wasn't ShadowClan! His fur instantly fluffed up, and he stepped back once, his hind quarters in the air, his tail fully erect, and teeth bared. "Outsider!"