A Drop of Red [OPEN]

The intense red fur of the lone kit might as well been a stab to the eyes to any cat accustomed to seeing clearly in the inky blackness that surrounded him. The red kit wasn't truly alone, there were other kits playing around him. They were dull, drab colors of monochrome grays and blacks. If there were other kits around, they hadn't woken up yet. Redkit sat at the edge of the nursery. He was three months old and had no interest in moss ball. He'd played it before and he got in trouble when he took it away from the other kits for himself. If he alone couldn't have it, then he didn't want it. The other kits largely ignored him. The resentment grew while Redkit was sidelined. He'd given the other kits his own names for them. After giving much thought to each one, he cheerfully announced that he wanted to play a new game. At first, the other kits were excited and wanted to hear what he had to say. He was going to pretend to be Nightstar and give everyone their warrior ceremonies.

A kit that was born with a squinted eye he proudly named "Uglyfrog". The kit's real name was Shadekit. The kit had shied away at the name while the others looked on in confusion. Redkit had had it all planned out though, and kept talking before any of the kits could speak up. Another kit with abnormally skinny legs was named "Useless-spider." A third that was fairly normal looking had daggers in his eyes and dared Redkit to keep talking with his gaze alone. Redkit obliged. "Snakedirt!" He yowled before going into a fit of laughter. That had started a fight. Redkit had been separated from the others after that incident, mere hours ago, and his scratches that he received were fairly minor. The medicine cat hadn't come to look yet, likely busy somewhere else. He'd given the other kit a tear in his ear at least.

I should give him a new name... He thought to himself, not at all concerned with his scratches. Maybe... Shreddedrabbit! It was a long name, but funny anyway. He giggled to himself in his little time-out corner. The other kits wouldn't entertain him, the worthless rats that they all were, so he would entertain himself. No one could stop him from doing that.

"what's going on here?" Burdockpaw looked over the kits now, arriving in her silent manner only a ShadowClan warrior could achieve. The kits began to chirp and motion to the blazing red kit in the corner. Her multi-colored gaze slowly landed to the kit as she stared him down. What they said he was doing... It chilled her. Not because of the actions himself but because those actions would have been hers had she not suppressed and controlled them. The large medicine cat apprentice strode over and crouched down and stared at the kit eye level. "Injured?"

Redkit's ears perked forward once he heard the medicine cat apprentice speak. It had snapped him out of his amusing thoughts, but he didn't mind it so much. Maybe it was about to get very interesting with how intensely the other kits talked about him. As the large, adult apprentice approached him, Redkit did nothing more than watch curiously as she approached. He even cocked his head slightly to one side and offered a small smile. He looked just as innocent and nonchalant as any kit would as if he were being approached by an adult he knew well. Of course, he didn't really know anyone aside from the occasional name.

Injured? Redkit casually, almost lazily, looked at the scratches on his body that had scabbed over. They were barely visible against his already very red fur. He looked back up at Burdockpaw, still with a small, soft smile and gave the tiniest shrug. "Ohhh... just a few light wounds here and there. Nothing serious." He spoke... and his voice was a noted higher pitch than a lot of kits his age, and yet, it was a scratchy higher pitched voice. If snakes could talk... one might imagine their voice sounded like his.

Finding the memory of the fight amusing, Redkit chuckled, almost giggled like a girl. It never even crossed his mind that what he did might be inappropriate. His acidic yellow eyes snapped like a bird's in the direction of Shreddedrabbit. "I believe your attention should be brought to that one's ear." His words slithered out from between his teeth icily as his unblinking eyes settled proudly on the damage he'd done. The fool thought he was a match for him and he'd paid the price for his arrogance. There would be more to come in the future, no doubt, and Redkit would relish the day when that happened.