Not Enough [Anyone]

[~T.o.x.i.c]

Raccoon was sitting outside the warriors den entrance. His long bushy tail was wrapped around his paws keeping them warm, as it was leafbare, and the cold was starting to sink in. It was gloomy days like these, when the days grew shorter, colder, and lonelier, when he wished it wasn't just him. He wanted a mate, but knew that his flirting, foolish leafgreen days repelled she-cats. They did not want a tom who could not stop from showing his feelings for another cat. The sad truth is that he could control it, but didn't at first and is now stuck with the reputation of doing that, so he just kept on. If the right she-cat came along he would do anything to convince her he would be loyal, but no she-cat has ever shown interest in him, so he keeps to the one thing he can do best, flirt. Not today though he was too lonely and cold to do that.

[Witherpaw]

Witherkit stared at the young warrior. 'He seems sad, maybe I should talk to him.

"H-hi! N-name W-Whitherkit! W-what y-yours?" the amber tabby winced slightly at her speech disability.

[~T.o.x.i.c]

The young warrior looked solemnly into the horizon. The many warm colors were slowly mixing until they were a nice pretty blue. He soon snapped back into focus when he heard a stuttering voice speaking. Hey, the name's Raccoonpelt. Raccoon looked into the kit's eyes. She was a pretty tabby colored cat. He could tell she was embarrassed, because of her speech disability. Whitherkit's a pretty name. You don't have to be embarrassed, because of your speech. There's a lot worse things to have. Always remember that. Be happy with what you have, someone else has it worse. Raccoon knew that first hand. As a kit he had had to sit through ridicule from others. They would never let him forget that his family were thieves. He had to sit through all that. This kit would have the protection of him. He saw great things from this kit, she would have a great future.

[[Remember to try to post longer.]]

[Witherpaw]

I kn-know, It j-just m-makes m-me a b-bit m-mad knowing th-that my sp-speaking i-is w-what's k-keeping me f-from b-being 'prentice. Witherkit sighed. I r-really 8 m-moons y-you kn-know. B-but I h-happy kn-knowing I be 'prentice one d-day. I b-be p-patient. B-but wh-when I 'come 'prentice I'll b-be best w-warrior of a-all! She swatted a piece of moss that was close by in determination. Witherkit watched as the mossball flew away and hit a warrior in the back of the head. She licked her chest proudly. 'Raccoonpelt seems very nice.' the scrawny she-cat thought. 'I think I might be able to make good friends with him.'

(Sorry, I was in a hurry the first post. I hope this ones okay.)

[~T.o.x.i.c]

[[Yeah it's ok I've done that before.]]

Raccoonpelt watched the small moss ball as it flew in the air. He heard a faint squish as a warrior on the other side of camp was hit. A chuckle found it's way out of his mouth. Nice shot He stated laughing. I'm sure a lot of cats are helping you. You'll be an apprentice soon I'm sure. Ravenstar won't hold you back much longer. By how far Witherkit had made so far he knew it wouldn't be long before she was speaking perfectly. You'll be a great warrior Raccoon knew that this over aged kit would work as hard as she could to prove herself, and that almost always makes for a good warrior.

[Witherpaw]

Th-thank y-you. Witherkit blushed a bit from his praise. 'Nough 'b-bout m-me, 'b-bout y-you? She was rather interested to learn more about this handsome tom. Witherkit only knew 2 things about him; he was nice and looked like a raccoon. That was about it. She was so busy thinking about Raccoonpelt, she hardly noticed her growling stomach. H-hold th-thought! Witherkit quickly ran over to the fresh-kill, she was about to grab a couple shrews when a delicious sent wafted into her nostrils. Beetle. Witherkit lunged for the crunchy goodness and killed it easily. She slit open one of the shrews and shoved the delicious beetle inside of it. She trotted back over to Raccoonpelt and handed him the other shrew. Y-you s-saying? Witherkit cocked her head innocently. As she waited for his answer, she lowered her head to take a bite of that wonderful bug that was hidden inside her shrew. No bug. If this is the beetle-less shrew...then that means. Witherkit watched in horror as Raccoonpelt went to take a bite out of her beetle shrew.

[~T.o.x.i.c]

Raccoonpelt decided to talk about himself after Witherkit got back. He thanked the kit for the plump shrew she gave him. His looked a little more plump than the average shrew, but hardly took any thought to it. Looks wonderful. He told his new acquaintance before taking a large bit out of the fresh kill. He notice a different taste in the shrew. After chewing and swallowing, like the gentleman he wanted to be, he took a closer look at what was in this shrew. To his disgust, it was a beetle. Why in StarClan is there a beetle in this shrew.... He was puzzled then looked over at the apprentice aged kit. A look of pure horror was painted on her face. Did you?.... You put this in here... Raccoonpelt had thought for a moment, before he saw the horror on the kit's face, that she put that in there on purpose. It was then that he realized that this cat must still eat insects from her past experiences. Everyone knew the kit had spent a lot of her natural kit hood in a large hole. You still like to eat beetles don't you? He now felt sympathy for the kit. She was embarrassed of her tastes, just as he was of his past. It's ok you don't have to worry I'm not going to tell anyone if you don't want me too. Enough about the beetle. Do you really want to here about me?

[Witherpaw]

C-course! I i-interested kn-know more 'b-bout y-you. As far as Witherkit was concerned, anything that looked like a different animal than it really was, was interesting. If w-want t-tell th-that is. She wanted to know more about him, but she didn't want to force him to tell. Truthfully, she was actually starting to kind of like Raccoonpelt; if you know what I mean. Witherkit groomed her fur then turned back to Raccoonpelt expectantly. Eagerly waiting for the strange pelted toms answer.

[~T.o.x.i.c]

Raccoonpelt stretched his front legs, and spread his blue-grey colored paws. He the returned to a sitting position. He thought about telling Witherkit that he wouldn't tell her about his past, but thought it would be better for her to hear it from him the true way then from some of the other cats. I'll tell you. He closed his eyes and sighed. I will tell you, because it's better for you to here it from me. Raccoon shot glares at some of the other cats that were laughing, obviously at him, as they often did when he was seen. He knew that some cats in the clan didn't like him, and believed the rumors and he hoped this young cat wouldn't if she heard them. My past starts long before I was born... He saw the kit settle down, as she would think this would be a long story, but it was only average in length. My ancestors are known for being great thieves. I also posses the traits to become a master thief like some of my ancestors, but I chose to stay in this clan. One of my families main traits is the one most obvious on me, a pelt like a raccoon. Some of my she-cat ancestors would entrance clan toms, and ,seeing how they were now foolish, would have them bring many things from their clan they wanted. Other toms in my family would cover their raccoon marking with mud, and join a clan and get things only to leave after getting what they wanted. Raccoonpelt paused here to look at the kit. He wondered what she was thinking, or if she wouldn't want to befriend him because of what he had told her. Raccoon decided to wait to see how she responded before going on.

[Witherpaw]

Witherkit's eyes widened; this more interesting than she expected it to be! P-please g-go on! Witherkit pleaded soon after he stopped speaking. This is to good for him to stop now! She wrapped her tail around her front paws and layed down; just to give him the message she wasn't leaving anytime soon.

(Sorry it's so short. I couldn't think of anything else t write.)

[~T.o.x.i.c]

[[ It's ok]]

Raccoonpelt was glad that the older kit didn't think he was a traitor. Ok I'll go on, so after a while my parents got together. My father was a master thief, but stopped all his thieving when he met my mother. She was a loner, but wanted to live in a clan. They soon came to ThunderClan, and asked for permission to live here. Ravenstar had my father tested, but my mother got a free pass because she was big with kits. My mother soon gave birth to three kits, Me, my sister, and my brother. She gave us clan names, and me being the only one to have the family markings, was given the name raccoon. My older siblings were named Swallowkit, for her resemblance to the bird, and Speckledkit, for his speckled pelt. My parents were killed by some rouges that had a feud with my ancestors.
Soon after we were all given our warrior names Swallowtail and Speckledface left the clan. They changed their names to Swallow and Mugshot. Last I heard of them they were pursuing our families past, and brother and sister. Raccoonpelt paused remembering the day his siblings had left. He remembered the look on their faces when he refused to come with them. The look on Swallow's was of pure disgust and betrayal, but the one that hurt the most was from his older brother Mugshot's he gave him a look of pure hatred, and spun around and walked away. Some of the cats who were there that day thought that that was all a part of a bigger plan for me to gain the trust of ThunderClan, and take as much valuable stuff as possible then leave. That was the end of Raccoonpelt's life story. He didn't know why he had told this kit everything, the good, the bad, and even the things that took him back to painful times. Times of sorrow, times of betrayal, and even times of his ancestors. This kit knew it all. That was the first time he had told anyone about his past. He didn't know why, but he felt like he could trust this young cat with everything.

[Witherpaw]

I n-not b-believe y-you d-do th-that. Witherkit was referring to how her clanmates thought he was going to steal their things and run off. S-sorry 'bout s-siblings; m-must m-miss th-them. She remembered how Raccoonpelt seemed to get quieter when he talked about his brother and sister. Raccoonpelt was probably very close to them. Witherkit couldn't really relate to that; the closest thing she could remember of a sibling was a kit suckling beside her before she was buried. That was about it. Th-thank y-you f-for t-telling.Witherkit nodded politely. I v-very g-glad t-to know b-better. For her, that was a bit of an understatement. Witherkit was more than glad, she was ecstatic. Witherkit only wanted to cheer him up when she first saw him moping. But she never really expected to make a friend!

[~T.o.x.i.c]

Raccoonpelt nodded to the kit. Thank you. I'm glad you heard my story the right way, not from some other people. He was glad to have finally told his story to some one. I wonder when Witherkit will be able to talk well enough for Ravenstar to have her ceremony. She should be close. he thought to himself. Yeah I miss them a lot, but I wonder if they would ever want to see me again, because I stayed here. He was sad, but had chosen a safe life rather than a risky life out as a loner. Raccoon had a life here with his clan, though some didn't trust him. He had a home never the less. Also in just a few minutes he had made a friend, and one who trusted him too. He was so used to others judging him on everything he did it was good to relax, at leased a little bit.

[windrunner]

[white]Iceflame was bored very bored and se had been laying down with her eyes closed.Trying to sleep.She heard voices----not much of a surprise there----and opened her eyes.She stood up and strecthed flexing her sharp claws.She looked around her and saw a warrior and a kit talking.She yanwed and walked over.Her icy white pelt glinting in the sunlight.Hello Racconpelt and Witherkit.Witherkit.i remember Phoenixkit talking about her to me.She sighed and strected again.

[Witherpaw]

(This is my grandma's computer and I'm not aloud to go on this site till my computer is fixed. Sorry. I thought I needed to let you know so you didn't think I was leaving.)

Th-their y-your s-siblings! P-probably w-want to s-see... Witherkit turned to look at a cat that was staring at them. She shifted uncomfortably. Wh-who th-that? Witherkit questioned Raccoonpelt. If he doesn't stop staring I'm going to scream. Witherkit turned back to look at the mystery cat. He was stretching now. Good.

(My grandma's back. I have to cut this short. Sorry.)