No one is safe. (Closed)

It was time. This was their chance. A young kit crept out from underneath her sleeping mother. Her black and white specked pelt moved with the deep breaths of sleep. The young slate and black kit watched anxiously for a couple seconds, her head tilted ever-so-slightly to perceive any change as a second kit followed her using the exact same movements. She turned her green eyes to her sister's with a smirk. White chest puffed proudly already. This, was going to be epic.

The plan was a-go. She turned her fluffy body towards the nursery entrance and crept up to it with her sister next to her, a careful look around camp revealed that everything was peaceful and calm. Her head ducked back as she spotted their father, Sedgestrike. His black-spotted silver pelt was easily distinguishable at the fresh-kill pile, but he didn't spot them. Instead, he seemed too intent on talking to a random cat rather than focusing on the nursery. She flicked her tail silently and crept forward towards a rock that jutted out from the ground.

As she reached it, she heard him step closer and froze. She pressed her pelt tight to the rock as he passed by.
"... I shouldn't go in the nursery yet, the Echoflame and the kits are asleep and StarClan help me if I should wake them..." Sparrowkit held her breath as their father continued on in the direction of the tunnel entrance, still talking away and clearly, he hadn't seen them. She almost giggled at the fact that he thought they were asleep, but that was how they were caught last time.

Sparrowkit looked at Starlingkit with an amused twitch of her whiskers before she ducked close to the ground and slunk slowly to their target. The elderberry bush, its branches overhung the entrance of the medicine den. The tiniest bits of white were showing through the melted snow, fragile buds... but not what they were after. She slipped slowly, carefully into the mouth of the den. Her pelt pressed firmly against the stone where the shadows were deepest, then paused. Without even needing to give a signal, she let her sister take charge. She had heard where the things they needed were stored.

Starlingkit froze when Sedgestrike's voice washed over her ears. Finally, the two slowly made it to the medicine cat den. The two kits, whom looked exactly alike, had made it all the way to the medicine den without getting caught. This would, by far, be the biggest trick yet to have come to SkyClan. As Sparrowkit stopped, Starlingkit slipped in front of her. "The mouse bile is back here!" she whispered, and slipped into the shadows. Following the vile smell, Starlingkit managed to find the stick waiting for an apprentice. She picked it up carefully and turned around to hand it to her sister. "So my idea," she whispered. "Is we find someone to put this on. I'll distract them, and you'll put it all over them!" She nodded, and slipped out to the edge of the medicine den. Crouching, she spotted a tall warrior lazily making their way across the camp. Nodding to her sister, the target was chosen. With a burst of energy, Starlingkit sped across the camp, straight at the warrior. She slipped beneath his paws, tangling herself up in his front paws. She squeaked, actually hurt. But it was worth it for the prank! "Hey, you stepped on me!" she cried out angrily

"If you don't want to get stepped on, then maybe you should, oh I don't know, avoid running straight into my paws?" Elmcloud hummed, the deceptively sweet tone of voice hardly masking the flint-hard edge lacing his impatient words. After a terribly long day of racing to-and-fro attending to various patrols and overseeing Tigerpaw's duties for the day, the absolute last thing he wanted to stumble across was a snot-nosed kit. Simmering gaze narrowing as he gazed down at the young she-kit still tangled up between his paws, his mouth twisted wryly as he gazed down at Sparrowkit- or was it Starlingkit? Did it even matter what he called it? There wasn't even a difference. Using a nimble forepaw to simply scoop Starlingkit up and away from his legs, he gave the mottled she-kit a disinterested glance, ear twitching as he did so. "Why don't you just scamper back to the Nursery- I'm sure the Queens are much more appreciative of your antics." Elmcloud mewed, a dismissive tone overtaking his brief words, before returning his attention to the chore of washing himself- which he had nearly finished until Starlingkit had disrupted him.

Sparrowkit followed her sister carefully. Her pawsteps placed exactly where her sister's had until they were finally in the clear. She took the twig carefully in her jaws, the stench of the mousebile was strong and powerful. Perfect. She grinned at Starlingkit's plan and let her lead the way into a distraction. The tall, clumsy warrior was a perfect choice. She stalked close, then paused when her sister squeaked, but pushed her alarm back.

Starlingkit would be fine, the warrior would help her if she wasn't. She crept slowly around the back of the tom, making sure to stay downwind but out of view. Once the kit had reached a good spot, she leapt for it. Her paws landed squarely on Elmcloud's back and the bile coated stick was rubbed deep into his fur. Sparrowkit leapt off, her job accomplished and grinned at her sister cheekily.

"Good job, Sis!" Sparrowpaw chirped cheerfully. The damp patch of bile coated fur looked funny on him as it went from mid-back down the shoulder like an odd looking stripe.