Wreaking Havoc (Thrush and Open)

Sea green eyes peeked out of the nursery entrance. Staring, watching, waiting. Taking in everything at once. From the flurries of snow falling from the sky, to the cats milling about the camp on their various duties. The pale green orbs belonged to a brown tabby face sitting below two medium sized pricked ears with black tufts on the tips. They sat above a white splash of fur on a small kitten chest and white paws placed delicately underneath. The young toms name was Finchkit and he was bored. I think it's time for some fun in this place...everyone looks so....gloomy. He thought to himself with a wry smile What to do...what to do... His eyes flashed around the camp and finally fell on the fresh kill pile and a plan started to form in his head. He slipped quietly from the den barely disturbing a branch his paws skimming the ground. His belly fur brushed against the pine needles strewn around the camp floor muffling his movements further. He made his way toward the pile and nosed through it until he reached the bottom. There he dragged out a nearly frozen very old and forgotten frog. The stench hit his nose and made him gag and he dropped it shaking his head to clear it. He glanced around checking to see if he'd been seen yet. Feeling confident of his stealth he took a deep breath and picked the frog up again. He turned toward Thrushstar's den and padded toward it waddling slightly as the frog dragged between his tiny kit paws. Half way across camp he paused dropping the frog and heaving out his held breath. He panted for a moment from the effort and looked around again before continuing.

Outside of Thrushstar's den he paused flicking his ears and listening intently for any sign of the leader. He heard nothing and scented no warm scent of bodies from the den. Though he could smell Thrushstar he wasn't sure how fresh it was as he was still a kit. I hope he's not in there. He thought fighting a moment's hesitation he shook the doubt away and plunged forward into what was sure to be a great laugh for him later. He scraped away the pine needles at the entrance to the den and placed the crow food frog there stretched out to ensure that when the unsuspecting leader entered or left his den he would step on it. If he slides that'll be a plus. But at least the stench won't leave his paws for days. He thought again hiding a wry smile. Quickly he covered the frog with pine needles making it almost impossible to see and moved back quickly to the middle of the clearing. Time to bring on the funny With that thought he flopped down onto his side and lifted his head letting out and ear-splitting terrified yowl that rang around the camp. "Thrushstar! Thrushstar! HELP"

Blazeflight limped out of the medicine cat's den, hearing an ear-splitting yowl, most likely from a kit. She couldnt see much and she couldnt go far, so she just watched from outside of Honeydrops den, curious for what had happened. Was it Thunderclan invading? But why?

Flamestrike was sitting in the clearing after spending most of the night hunting. His paws were tucked underneath him as he lazily tore at a lizard. From the edge of the clearing he noticed a small kit nosing through the fresh kill pile, but not grabbing anything off the top. The orange tom almost said something, but it wasn't in his manner to get involved with things he was not a part of. Instead, his eyes scanned the clearing looking for Finchkit's mother. With a shrug, he continued to work on his meal.

But Finchkit dragging a frog across the clearing caught the young warrior's attention. What is he up to? Flamestrike wondered to himself. He watched with interest as he stopped in front of Thrushstar's den. Oh no... He's going to get himself in trouble, The tom sighed, but continued to simply watch in interest.

Shadewillow drowsily lifted his head, ragged ears twitching as the sound of frantic yowling jolting him from the brief, restless nap he had managed to catch between patrols. Blinking the heavy sleep from his eyes, he let out a sigh as he glared up at the ceiling of the den while letting out grumbling curses- what was happening now? Rising to his paws, he shook off lingering scraps of moss that clung to his fur and slunk towards the entrance of the den, eyes narrowing as he peered out from the seclusion of the warm den. Dipping down slightly to avoid the top of his head being raked by thorns, Shadewillow continued to glare out of the den, focused on the yowling Finchkit.

For the first time in quite some time, the leader had actually been asleep. It still wasn't the greatest sleep-- his dreams were filled with terrible nightmares, yet he had grown accustomed to most of them. This was one such dream that didn't bother him as much and, in fact, he was sleeping rather peacefully. Well, that was until his name rang in his ears. At first, it didn't stir him, but it was the desperate plea that sounded from the kit that forced him awake and got him on his feet. "What? What.. is it?!" He cried in his usual raspy voice as he raced out of his den, adrenaline pumping through his body.

In his panicked stupor, though, he hadn't even caught a glimpse or a smell of the surprise waiting for him just outside of his den. Almost instantly, the leader stepped right on top of the frog, immediately sending the leader sprawling into the center of camp. Never once had something like this had happened, and in his still shocked state, he clamored back onto his feet with a yowl as he clawed furiously at the frog that he had slipped on, only stopping once he finally came to his senses and realized what it was. It was too late for the frog, however. The poor thing was ripped to shreds.

With a hiss, Thrushstar turned around to face his clan, anger boiling deep inside of him as he saw several warriors lying about as if nothing was wrong as a small kit wailed the leader's name. Storming over to Finchkit, Thrushstar growled. "What is the... meaning of this?" he hissed.

Blazeflight stood up, padding a little closer to the scene. "Thrushstar, are you okay?" He had supported her (wink wink) when she was hurt, now it was her turn to help him. She winced from her chest, and gave him an apologetic look. Hopefully, he wouldn't be hurt to badly, if at all.

It was glorious. He could not have planned the moment better if he were a Starclan warrior himself. He watched with bright eyes as Thrushstar skidded into the center of camp and tore the crowfood frog to shreds like it had done him a personal wrong. As he stormed over to Finchkit, the young tom took a quick gasp, fear grasping him for merely a heartbeat. Thrushstar was much bigger than him. He kept the fleeting moment of fear from his face and flicked his ears forward as Thrushstar hissed "What is the... meaning of this?". He took a moment and admired the resemblance of Thrushstar and himself. The same white patches the same tabby fur, Strange. He thought filing the information away to be examined at a later time. He blinked at him for a moment preparing his response but heard Blazeflight ask "Thrushstar, are you okay?" He turned his attention away from his leader for a moment and spoke to Blazeflight "I'd be more worried about that frog." He turned back and blinked innocently at Thrushstar his eyes sparkling. He took a breath and the scent of crowfood on Thrushstars paws hit him hard. Washing over his tongue like poison. He'd so quickly torn the frog up so deftly shredded it that the rotting insides smelled harsher than when he'd moved it to begin with. He opened his mouth to give a reply to the leader but instead of words, bile and his breakfast poured from his jaws hitting the dirt and splashing toward Thrushstars paws. He flicked his ears back in mild embarrassment and then looked up at Thrushstar with the best pathetic look he could muster and mewed softly "I thought you should know there was crowfood in the freshkill pile..." He was vaguely aware that there were other warriors watching. Please everyone hold your purrs of approval, the show's just getting started he thought to himself holding back a purr of amusement and keeping the pathetic look on his face.

A soft mrrow of laughter threatened to break from Flamestrike's throat and he had to choke it back. The image of Thrushstar flailing as he slipped on the old frog played over and over in his head. The whole scenario was ridiculous. And all orchestrated by a kit, too. It honestly impressed the young warrior.

"I've never heard of prey taking out a cat before... let alone the leader," He mumbled to himself and allowing himself to appreciate the humor of the moment, knowing the leader was physically fine.

OOC: sorry D;

Hearing his name, the leader glanced up to see Blazeflight inching closer to him with a look of concern. "Yes, I'm fine.." He muttered before there was a sudden sickening sound of the kit in front of him spilling all of the contents of his stomach. Immediately, a quick snarl escaped the leader's throat as he backed up and looked at the kit in front of him, but he shut himself up before he said anything he shouldn't. Instead, the leader was more at a loss as to what had gotten into this kit to pull this kind of stunt. Narrowing his eyes, he stared down at Finchkit before laughs from around the camp caught his attention. Glancing up, he growled but held his tongue, trying to keep his temper under control. After a moment, he then looked back at the trouble maker. "Next time, make sure the warriors know. I have more important things I need... to take care of," he grumbled before suddenly noting how strangely similar this cat looked to himself. It was a little unsettling, but Thrushstar never showed it.

OOC: Sorry this sucks......

The Shadowclan leader huffed. "Those who ask for ceremonies will be the last to get them," he grumbled, quickly losing patience for this kit's shenanigans. "If you're bored, find someone else to play with! There are plenty... of apprentices who are perfectly willing to play with kits like you. This is your only warning," he hissed before glancing up at the others who happened to be watching so nonchalantly from the side. "One of you, I don't care who, take this kit back... to the nursery. Make sure he stays out of trouble. That would be better... than just standing around." With a deep sigh, he whirled around and left for his den.