A new kit in the nursery!

Scorchkit turned his head around to see Soulkit standing there. He widened his eyes again. " Th- wh- bu-" He stammered and looked back at the taken-aback apprentices. "Hey, thanks Soul, but - just, thanks," A ghost of a smile passed across his dark face. Scorchkit never smiled, not at someone anyway, but this kit had stood up for him and appreciated that. Soulkit was now in his good books. "but I have a working tongue and mouth, so I can speak for myself. Scorchkit felt like he wasn't capable of sticking up for himself, but he didn't want to ruin his chances with Maplepaw.

Maplepaw stared at the sudden interuption. "I am not being mean nor rude. I am simply stating facts. I should say that you shouldn't make sudden assumptions, though my brother Redpaw here has been quite rude. But you'll have to excuse him if you may. He is rather crude." she spoke in a soft voice. The rather young cat always seemed to be sophisticated, but her sudden vocabulary had shot forward even since she has started exploring her world. She stared back at Scorchkit, who seemed to suddenly act different. "I'm sorry it I seem rude, I hope I didn't scare you." she mewed, her soft voice barely above a whisper.

Scorchkit smiled at her apology. ~I NEVER smile! Not at anyone in a good way. What is going on with me?~ He thought to himself. "No one scares me, I'm unscarable. It's fine, though I was acting rather harsh and disrespectful. You are older than me anyway." Scorchkit dipped his burnt grey coloured head, keeping his flaming amber eyes looking up at Maplepaw. His spiky standing-on-end tuft of hair fell over his face. Angry, Scorchkit pushed it upright with a black paw and his orange eyes flared up to an even brighter amber.
Scorchkit's eye colour changed as his emotion did. If he was angry they would be a bright and flaring orange/amber/red but if he was mourning something or was sad (unlikely) they would dip like the last burning embers of a bonfire.

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Maplepaw watched Soulkit wander off, looking back to Scorchkit. He was giving her a glare, and she narrowed her eyes. "Don't give me that look. I may be nice, but I hope you don't try and disrespect me." she glared down at the kit. He should learn some respect, no matter how much older they were.

OOC; umm he wasn't glaring at MAplepaw :\ his eyes flared up because he was embarrassed of the hair that fell on his face

OOC: I know. But she took it as he was

Redpaw blinked, watching what was going on. "Hey Maplepaw." He greeted. "Looks like this little furball has taken a bit of a liking to you. Heh." He teased lightly. "And here I thought you would have a hard time making friends with that attitude. But I'm willing to forgive you since my sister is okay with ya." The arrogant russet tom got up and stretched, glancing over at Soulkit. "Oh and bravery is one thing...Foolishness is another. Remember that. I think my 'rudeness'-" He was referring to what Maplepaw had said about him before. "-Is simply being returned as to how he was acting."

"Very much so Redpaw. And i'm not sure he likes me anymore after now." she mewed, turning her head to look to Soulkit. "And hello to you Soulkit. I'm sorry you have had to deal with this."

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Scorchkit shot his hewd to Soulkit. "Hey, I did thatnk you! Just don't expect me to do it again." He growled then shot his glare to Redpaw, but eased it off a bit this time anu let out a huff. Not an angry huff, just a plain, humorous huff. Scorchkit loosened the temsion in his face and sat back down again. "Have any of you two been in a battle? What's it like to rip out their fur and make them bleed?" He asked curiosly.

Redpaw looked at him skeptically. Random change in attitude, yes; but for the better. Pfft, kits. "No, we haven't been in one yet, but I'm sure we'll get to be in one sooner or later! I mean, the clans have been shooting these looks at us for moons now!" He huffed, sheathing and unsheathing his claws, as if he himself were imagining what it would be like to tear them through fur. He didn't even notice how weird a question that was for a kit to ask.

Scorchkit knew it was a rather absurd question to ask, but he was nearly an apprentice and things like that often swamped his mind. "I'll be an apprentice by then." He growled with a chuckle and spotted the mossball other kits were playing with earlier. Scorchkit grinned and swiped the mossball into the air, claws unsheathed, over his head so it landed near his hind leg and kicked it away. The move he picked up happened so quickly, he didn't have to breath.