Sticks and Stones [C]

Blackkit thrashed about in mid-air, yowling angrily in objection to her mother swiftly carrying her out of the nursery. A large gash (well, a small gash, but large for a kit) on her forehead oozed blood, the result of a pretty fun game she'd been playing with an older kit. She didn't get why Mom had to stop the game. It was a perfectly good round of "predator", a game where she was a fox and the other kit was a warrior and they had a great time pretending to fight each other. But obviously it wouldn't be realistic or fun if they just pretended. What good was that? If an actual warrior fought an actual fox they'd use claws. And fangs. And sure, maybe she bit the kit too hard, but in real life a fox would bite hard! That was the whole point! Besides, it got him to actually play for real and give her a proper scratch. And just then, when the game was actually getting good, Mom randomly yelled at her and picked her up. Which led her to now, being unceremoniously carried in the direction of... the medicine den??? No no no no no. Blackkit swiped repeatedly at her mom's nose in an attempt to get her to drop her, missing each time. "Let go let go let go! Idun need herbs!" Mom just sighed and kept going as Blackkit's protests somehow grew even louder the closer she got to the medicine den.

Before she knew it, the scraggly she-kit was sitting in the medicine den, equally livid and bewildered. Mom left after saying something to a big fluffy tom. Blackkit wasn't bothered to listen to what it was. She was too busy lashing her tail as threateningly as she could. Her forehead didn't even hurt, she didn't need some wacko cloud cat to put stinky herbs on it. She wanted to get back to her game, not sit here in this smelly den with this smelly cat and his smelly plants. She stared balefully up at the medicine cat.

Blackkit growled as scarily as she could at the approaching Fogpaw, entirely unintimidated by him. Of course, her growl was more of a squeak than anything, and she really should have been intimidated by this cat that was an odd 20 times her size. But she wasn't, and that was that. Her tiny claws were unsheathed and her body was tense, ready to strike. Her ears flattened against her skull at his chastising. "I din pick a fight! He wanned to play with me. Fair n square. We were having fun. Foxes bite in real life, I was makin him play better! It's boring when they don use claws." She puffed out her fur angrily, unknowingly making herself look even more ridiculous.

Despite her feigned disinterest in herbs, she watched Fogpaw as he prepared some of the terrible smelling plants. Cobwebs weren't plants, were they? They definitely weren't green like plants. She didn't recognize the other thing he picked up. It was definitely a plant though. Was he going to put that on her face?? No way. No way in the Dark Forest."What's that? 'T looks like dandelion. How's that s'pposed to help? Just let me go, Idun need you to put weird dandelion on my face! It's stinky and so are you." Trying to come up with the most scathing insult she could, Blackkit settled on sticking out her tongue at him. Ha! That'll show him.

Blackkit eyed this 'goldenrod' suspiciously. She bet they didn't even do anything. How could a plant stop infection? Whatever 'infection' meant anyway. And if it somehow did work, she definitely didn't need it. Her cut was barely even bleeding! And oak leaf?? That was two plants Fogpaw was threatening to torture her with. She hissed and squirmed as Fogpaw pressed a bundle of cobwebs to his head. "Stop it! I already said t' just let me go and playyy!" The cobwebs stung a little, but she'd rather get all the herbs in the medicine den smeared on her face than say it. She was fine.

"Why's a cat like you medicine cat anyway? I thought medicine cats were meant to be small. And weak. You look pretty strong. Did you kill someone and now you have to be a medicine cat? As pun'shment?" She got up, claws still out in case he got any ideas, amd circled him. " I mean, you're really big. How'd you get so big? I bet you're good at fighting."

Blackkit couldn't help but flinch a bit when Fogpaw rapidly turned on her with a glare. She composed herself again super fast, of course, but the medicine cat had briefly been quite scary. Not that she'd let him see that, of course. She returned his glare with a glare of her own, the evillest and most scariest her big yellow eyes could manage. Fogpaw surely had to be scared of her now. And respect her. When she was warrior she'd definitely bigger and older than him, anyhow. Despite her outward anger, she gasped and entirely forgot to look terrifying at Fogpaw's words. He had murdered someone! No, lots of someones! "I knew it." She mewed softly.

His next words, though, brought her bristled fur and bared teeth right back again. There was absolutely No. Way. In. StarClan. She'd ever, ever be a medicine cat. Not if Fogpaw dragged her into the medicine den kicking and screaming. She'd... She'd claw him so bad on the face he had to let her go and be a warrior. Yeah, that was a good line. "No way! If you ever ever make me your apprentice I'll claw you so bad on the face you'll have to lemme go and be a warrior. I got reeeal sharp claws. I'll show ya!" Suddenly, she sprang onto the large tom and clung to his fur like a flea using her little claws. She was trying to scratch him... But hey, this worked. As an extra 'attack' on the medicine cat, she bit down on the thick fur on his chest. She soon had to let go, though, as fluff filled her mouth. After coughing it up for a few seconds, she hissed at Fogpaw. "See! And that's how I'd get ya. If you made me your apprentice." She tried to get down, but found that she didn't entirely know how- so she clung to his fur as she slowly slipped down his chest.