Visit From The Shadows [Lightkit]

[Feather That Drifts On Breeze]

Feather That Drifts On Breeze

She was here for a kit, although not in her usual way. When Feather visited earthly camps, it tended to be with bad news; the little elegant cat was the herald of sorrow. She took pleasure in the aura of fear that surrounded her presence, but for once, she was not here to hurt or to kill or to punish.
They said he was called Lightkit. It was an unusual name for a NeverClan kit; altogether too cheerful. All the same, Feather wished to see him.
She ducked through the entrance, staring around at the warriors of NeverClan. It was a pretty normal camp in most ways; fresh-kill pile, warrior's den, nursery. They couldn't see her, and for now, she would remain invisible, and they would remain unafraid. With one exception.
Sauntering over to the nursery, she poked her head in, expecting to find Lightkit there.

OOC: Sorry for the horrible starting post D: I have no muse right now.

[Lightkit]

Lightkit was, by a stroke of luck, in the NeverClan nursery. He much preferred to either be out in camp, generally getting in the way and poking his tiny button nose into everything possible or wandering around outside camp, Yeah, he was well aware of all that 'no kit under six moons leaves the camp unless under dire circumstances, blah blah blah'. It could have counted as dire circumstances: it was possible to die of boredom, his sister had said so. Lark-kit had said she'd heard of a kit who had got so bored she'd simply … faded. Never to be seen again except by the next unlucky victim. Of course, Lightkit believed every word his sister excitedly blabbed in his ears.
The tom was getting too big to stay in the nursery for much longer but he was inside all the same, simply sitting alone in the middle of his mother's nest and staring into nothing-ness; it almost seemed like he was medidtating. His little teal eyes were squeezed shut in concentration as he sat, tail laid neatly over his tabby-marked paws. The small furry bundle of his sister was dozing in the corner, her heavy breathing the only thing audible.

OOC: No problem. My post looks a bit … meh.

[Feather That Drifts On Breeze]

Feather frowned, wondering if this was normal behaviour for a kit. Did they often sit, unmoving, in the centre of nests and stare into space? She wouldn't know - despite her young appearance, she hadn't been a kit in quite a while, and didn't spend a lot of time with them, either. All the same, she did believe this was unusual; from what she'd heard, kits were boisterous and annoying, always getting under one's feet.
Slipping inside, she settled down in front of Lightkit and revealed herself. He could see her, but nobody else; she was nothing more than a vision, a hallucination in the dark. That was how she liked it. Shadowy. Secretive. This was her life now.
"Lightkit of NeverClan," she mused out loud in her icy-cold voice. "I wonder if he knows who I am."

[Lightkit]

Lightkit's tail-tip twitched slightly as Feather entered the nursery and he frowned slightly. His little pink nose wrinkled, inhaling slowly, but he did't move from his queer position. The little cat was sort of experimenting a new theory of his: did his senses work just as well in the dark as they did the dark? Lark-kit said they did, so of course, he believed her, but seeing as e was alone and bored Lightkit had figured it would be fun to try. He tried to judge how far away his sister was (a few tail-lengths, maybe) but it was strangely difficult. Much more difficult that if his eyes were open. Leaning forwards slightly, he tried again.
There something in the way. The tom felt his sudden burst of achievement fade away. So his senses worked just as well …
Another cat?
"Lightkit of NeverClan. I wonder if he know who I am,"
Lightkit's eyes snapped open and came literally face to face with a dark she-cat. His leaning forwards had put them nose-to-nose. The kit's fur fluffed up, doubling his size as he sprang away with a loud mroww of surprise. "H-huh? How did you get in here?!" His voice was a pitiful squeak; his eyes huge.

[Feather That Drifts On Breeze]

OOC: Um, did you deliberately do that strikethrough, or was it supposed to be italics? sorry this post is a flailure. I have no muse today.

"Clearly he does not, then," Feather laughed, and sat down, wrapping her tail around her paws. She was not much bigger than the kit, and in fact with his fur fluffed up he looked bigger than her, but she expected him to be intimidated nonetheless. She didn't have stars in her fur, but she had definitely been translucent last time she looked at herself, and that ought to give him a clue what she was.
"Kit, my name is Feather That Drifts On Breeze, and I am from the Dark Forest. I assume your brain has had enough fluff cleaned out of it for you to know what that is?" The disdain in her voice was quiet but evident. Arrogance sort of came with the Dark Forest territory.
Feather smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes.

[Lightkit]

[ occ; deliberate. whenever i type the other person (or cat, as it may seem) talking then i put a strikethrough c: ]

Lightkit took three big steps backwards, away from the weird she-cat that had appeared from nowhere and was now talking weirdly. Everything was so weird! He felt the strong urge to either run away or curl up with his paws over his eyes. After a few seconds (though to him they felt like moons) he opened his mouth slightly and managed to squeak out a pitiful "yeah" before backing up a few strides more. The dark forest? What on earth was a dark forest doing in camp .. talking to him? He shot a desperate glance back at the fluffed bundle of his sister before coughing slightly and returning to Feather. He wiahed his sister were awake. She would know what to do: would march up to this mouse of a cat and demand for her to leave. But no, it was just him on his own and he was making a bit of an idiot of himself. The young tom tried to flatten his fur and gave his chest a few quick licks. "Y-yes, I do."

[Feather That Drifts On Breeze]

OOC: Ah, okay then.

Feather couldn't help but laugh at the kit's fear. Had she been so nervous around Higher Cats when she was a kit? No, probably not. But then again, she had always had an aptitude for evil. The question... was whether Lightkit had.
She smiled. Well, now was a good a time as any to find out. She took a few steps forwards, matching Lightkit's own. "Stop looking at your sister. I agree that she is probably far more capable than you of dealing with any situation," she was trying to make him feel small, "but right now I want to talk to you. Tell me, what do you think your strengths are? What do you think called you to my attention? Or was it sheer coincidence? Are you... a small and insignificant kit?"
Feather's eyes were piercing at the best of times and she had an aura of evil. She was doing her best not to exude too much of the latter, in an attempt not to overly alarm the kit, but the first was currently at maximum. Her ice-white fur was flat against her shoulders, though, and the kit ought to know she was just showing off - he was in no danger.

[Lightkit]

occ;; poop, I have no muse whatsoever. It's all pouring into other replies. Sorry ene this will suck to reply to.

Lightkit processed the strange cat's words slowly. He was completely stuck as to how to 'correctly' respond to her questions, so for a couple of long heartbeats the young tom simply said nothing at all. Then his lips shaped soundless words, and then Lightkit spoke. "I ... I suppose it could have been ... been a coincidence ... "
He guessed that this must be some kind of test, maybe to check his loyalties to the Higher Cats or maybe simply his loyalties to his clan. His mind, however, had gone completely blank. "My sister is stronger ... and faster than me." He pointed at the sleeping she-cat with his short, crooked tail. "Is it her you want?" Lightkit didn't feel particuarily scared to be alone with Feather, but he definitely felt scared by her. The possibility of yowling for his mother was currently entirely open. His round, deep blue gaze flickered past her to the exit momentarily.

[Feather That Drifts On Breeze]

Feather smirked as the kit said nothing, wondering if a rabbit had run away with his tongue. The smirk grew as he said it was a coincidence. Well, that ruled out training him, for now. The kind of cat the Higher Cats were looking for would've stood up and told her that he was the one she wanted, he was the strongest fastest bravest kit in the Clan and he'd prove it to her even if he had to jump off a cliff to do it.
She nodded. "I'm sure she is. Maybe I'll pay her a little visit too one day." In fact, Feather had no intention of doing that. Many of Feather's acquaintances in the Dark Forest believed that they were the moral people, that they did the right things. They would've enjoyed coming down here, talking to cats, smiling at them, training them hard but treating them as Clanmates too. Feather had no such illusions; she was a bad guy through and through, and although intimidating kits was quite good fun, she was bored by now.
"No, it isn't her I want. I don't particularly want to talk to any of you, but even Higher Cats do what they're told when Tigerstar tells them it," she told him in her high-pitched, casually arrogant tones. She was about to leave, but then she saw his eyes flicker to the entrance. She hissed, fur rising on her shoulders.
"Scared, are we? Something on your mind?" she spat. She could deal with him being scared, in fact, that was the aim of the little game she was playing with him. But that little flicker of the eyes meant he was thinking of running away, or calling for help. He ought to know she wouldn't hurt him - not without due cause - but if he called for his mother, if he did something that upset her, that would be due cause enough for her.