Whitekit's Pranks [OPEN]

WhiteKit Sat next to a tree looking innocent waiting for someone to spring his trap

Dewclaw, on her way back from a very successful hunt, walked past the kit without seeing him. She couldn't, not with all of the mice she had stuffed into her mouth.

WhiteKit's Trap wasn't meant for A Warrior.
He Panicked As Dewclaw Steeped on his Trap.

The Tree dropped A bunch of Dirt and Sticks On top of Dewclaw

She stopped when she felt something hard hit her back and the smell of dirt fill her nostrils. Dropping the mice, she spat crossly as some of it fell into her eyes. "Hey! What's going on here?" She shook her now dirtied gray pelt, trying to be rid of as much soil as she could. "I'll be grooming this till moonhigh!"

"Oops" Whitekit Meowed

WhiteKit back to the nursery as fast as he could Trying to hide from the Warrior

Dewclaw saw a blurr of white in the corner of her eye. She turned in time to see a small tail disappear into the nursery, and suddenly had a burst of pure joy. A kit! I love kits! "I'm going to get you!' She snarled loudly, playfully stepping heavily towards the nursery.

WhiteKit Hid behind other Kits

She stuck her head in, looking around. She saw the little tom, trying to hide behind the others who had no idea what was going on. "Gotcha!" She stretched her paw in and grasped for the kit.

Lionstar picked his head up from where he was resting by the Highrock and looked toward the nursery in confusion. "What's with all the howling?" He called, tilting his head slightly.

Dewclaw immediatly withdrew her paw and sat up staright, entirely serious by now. She must have looked quite strange, with dirt and twigs tangled into her fur. "I just came back from hunting, Lionstar. It was very successful." She jerked her head towards the several mice, laying on the ground and completely forgotten.

Lionstar blinked, still a bit puzzled. "Alright. As long as no one is getting into trouble." He purred, obviously referring to Whitekit. "I'll put the mice up for you. Don't want anyone trampling over them by accident." With that, he got up and carried the mice over to the fresh-kill pile, plopping them down and resuming to sit in his spot under the Highrock, thinking about patrols and such.

WhiteKit was sitting there Wondering what the Warrior would do to him

When Lionstar padded off, Dewclaw turned to the kit, smiling mischeviously. "You're quite the trouble maker, you!" She lightly cuffed him over the ear, and then gave his forehead a friendly lick. "Stay safe, though. Don't want you getting hurt." She padded back to the warriors' den and sat outside, licking her fur. She made a disgusted face as her tongue passed over the dirt, but it was better than having to go wash in a cold stream.

WhiteKit wondered why the Warrior had not punished him

Wildkit sat in the nursery wondering what was going on. "What did you do?" he asked the white tom