Daily Evilness [Calling all evil kits!]

[Az]

((OCC: If you're the RPer of an evil kitten that Winged made, post here or else! :l

... Please? ;_;))

Another bright, sunny day. Another boring day. Whisperkit blinked lazily as the burning sun shone straight into her eyes. She had once again fallen asleep outside the nursery. Yesterday, she had ruined Heatherfoot's and Shadowstreak's life, and she had also thought up a plan to prank Shadestar. But no doubt Shadestar would hold her in contempt therein... so Whisperkit had decided to instead set the trap for the sun-high patrol when they came back.
The RiverClan nursery was made entirely of brambles and thorns. Whisperkit hypothesized that no one would notice if she stole a few--okay, maybe several--thorns. Luckily enough, she was right; nobody noticed them even when she set them in a straight line right at the camp entrance. When the sun-high patrol warriors arrived back from patrolling, they'd step on the thorns. Then came the next phase of her plan: Mud. Whisperkit had used all her strength to drag water from the many rivers and streams crisscrossing RiverClan to the entrance of the camp. After the warriors would step on the thorns, they'd slip in the mud she had created by squeezing out the damp moss she'd dragged to and fro. Whisperkit tried the plan herself (she only pretended she was stepping on thorns, though), and, by calculating the mass of one of the passing warriors who looked at the muddy kit in confusion, knew exactly where the warriors would fall once they slipped. She dragged more thorns to the entrance and piled them up so that the warriors would fall in the thorns after they slipped.

The next part of her plan was a little dangerous. A warrior could get seriously hurt. But Whisperkit didn't care -- she was bored, she needed something to do, what better way than to hurt someone? Being careful not to be noticed so as not to be banished to the nursery and punished, Whisperkit wandered out of camp through the secret exit she had made and only she knew about in the nursery and dragged in a few sticks. They were unsatisfactory, so, even though she was two moons, she sank her fangs into a large bramble branch and tried to drag it back. At first it didn't budge; then it slowly began to move. By the time she had gotten to the camp entrance, Whisperkit was thoroughly exhausted, and proceeded to take a short rest.
But she got up in a few minutes. The cats would be back very soon, so she had to hurry. She let go of the bramble branch and took the twigs instead, placing them on a ledge next to the camp entrance, near the thorns. Whisperkit placed the bramble branch directly on the twigs. When the warrior slipped in the mud and landed in the thorns, they'd smash into the ledge, dislodge the twigs and bramble bough, and be buried until someone dragged it all off. Which shouldn't be too hard. Whisperkit was only a kit; this plan would've worked better if she was a warrior.

It might sound unrealistic that a kit could do all this without anyone noticing, but Whisperkit was being especially careful with her plan, and hid whenever she saw a warrior. Most warriors were either napping or hunting, anyway, so the camp was pretty much empty. Whisperkit didn't do this plan on whim -- she planned it out carefully, made sure that nobody would be around when she set the trap. Smart kit, huh?
I pity the first warrior, thought Whisperkit with a smirk on her face. The warrior who led the patrol would come in, step on the thorns first, slid through the mud first, land in the pile of thorns first, slam into the wall first, and get buried under sticks first. Actually, if the other warriors were far enough behind, they wouldn't even get to step on the thorns. Which pretty much sucked. But Whisperkit would take care of that later. For now, she wanted to see if her mastermind plan would work.
She saw the warriors in the distance, and scrambled to the entrance of the nursery. She could still see from here. The warriors swam through the water swiftly and then entered camp. The first warrior, heedless of the thorns, yowled as soon as he felt his paws penetrated. He slipped in the mud and landed in more thorns, just as Whisperkit predicted he would. The warrior, mud-covered and slippery, slid very close to the wall, but didn't hit it. Fox dung! Why?!! Thought Whisperkit unhappily.

But the first warrior and the second warrior must have been having some sort of race, because the second warrior was on the first one's tail as they entered camp, and was right behind him. The second warrior slammed into the first warrior and sent the first warrior spiraling headfirst into the ledge.
The twigs and bramble branch fell onto both of them. Whisperkit smiled evilly as she watched other warriors, and the medicine cat, race to the scene. The third warrior of the daily patrol had stopped at the Camp entrance -- she'd been keen enough to sense something amiss.
Whisperkit knew that a kit like her would never be blamed for that monstrosity. She forced an innocent look upon her face and watched the warriors dig through the twigs and drag the other two out. They were bleeding profusely, but their wounds didn't seem to be deep, although they were dazed. One of them looked like he had a dislodged front leg, or at least it was bent in a funny way.

Maybe this was too evil to have done... Whisperkit thought briefly, but pushed it away. She was proud that, once again, one of her plans had come together, without the help of her siblings. Not that she needed their help. On the subject of her siblings -- where were they? She scanned the camp with her eyes and began padding around, looking for them, knowing that the camp would be distracted for at least a few minutes by the injured warriors.
Whatever. Who cares if I find them? I'd be better off looking for a blackmail victim. Yet Whisperkit continued looking for her siblings. She'd already pulled one trap today; she wasn't motivated to blackmail or lie just yet.

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[Shadestar]

[/b] She muttered.

Her eyes shifted to her sister as she grabbed a stick trying to drag it a few fox-lengths away from the thorn pile. She smirked hoping this would get more cats to try into it. She and her sister would get into big trouble with this, but like Whisperkit, there was nothing to do.[/ul][/size]

[[White n' Nerdeh]]

[/i] He laughed inwardly, grinning wickedly. At least living in this stupid place offered some amusement to him. Sinnedkit had always been so disgusted in the ways of RiverClan. He noticed some RiverClanners sunning to the side of camp near the river and scoffed at it. Stupid fur balls. Lolling around in the sun and weaving stupid little feathers into their dens. What crowfood! I bet no ShadowClan cat would dare touch water. I don't want to touch water! I want the shadows, not the sun! He though, scuffing his paw in the dirt in frustration.

Moments passed as the small flame-pelted kit sat up there. He waited until the Medicine Cat ran out and dragged the thorn-covered warriors into the den before laughing openly. He wasn't supposed to be on that stone in the first place, that was where Shadestar sat to address the clan. Ahh who gives a rat's butt. He thought with a devilish grin. Ah the thrills he would have when Shadestar came scurrying out of the den to scold him. Sinnedkit was only a kit after all, he could say a warrior told him he could go up there. "Nice one Whisperkit!" He yowled down to his sister, eyes brimming with amusement. [/ul]

[»» Forest]

Demonkit saw her brother on the stone. Ah, who cares. We'll be out of here in no time. She looked around it was just as she and her siblings, well most of her siblings had worked so hard to get. Hell, that's what they lived for, so what they would be in Shadowclan feasting on real food soon enough. How could any of these cats stand to live in such a boring clan. All they did was eat, hunt, patrol, sleep, and repeat. She was tired of this it was just like being a kittypet. She flicked her tail irritably. Who ever asked Demonkit where she wanted to live. Well, it wasn't here. She knew her brothers and sister's were planing on leaving as kits in hope Shadowclan would think they had been abaondoned, but now she had a better plan.

Hey, Sinnedkit over here She let her brother know she wanted to talk to him. She normaly would have dashed over, but she felt like making someone move for her. She watched in time to see her sister, Whisperkit's prank. She laughed not caring if the medicine cat heard her. That was great Whisperkit. She laughed to her sister. This was more like that life she wanted, a free one, but she would follow her siblings to Shadowclan. Maybe it would be better than a rouge life, or maybe not.

She knew that the elders and leader's felt that something was wrong. She had over heard them talking about the posiblity of Bloodclan coming back. Her eyes had lit up at the thought. That thought was that she could have the chance to join Bloodclan. It had been a long time since she had heard the story of how Firestar, Leopardstar, and Tallstar had defeaten Scourge. Well, if Bloodclan was back, she would be there to help it. Whisperkit may have gosip mastered. Demonkit was the best eaves dropper you could get, and she was getting better every day.
((that long enough?))

[[White n' Nerdeh]]

[»» Forest]

[[oops. *is imbarrased* I'll change it.]]

[Az]

Whisperkit saw Plaguedkit approaching and meowed a greeting. Now that she actually opened her eyes, her siblings were everywhere. Sinnedkit was on the rock, Demonkit was just milling around like her. Whisperkit never had time to idle -- too busy thinking up plans. Now what? Should she set a trap for the evening patrol? No, it was too early. Who else could she prank? Not her brothers and sisters. At times she didn't like them, but, well... they were her littermates, and she wasn't that evil. At least, not yet...
The she-kit narrowed her eyes in search of a warrior. She nodded in thanks at Sinnedkit's and Demonkit's praise. "Yeah. If it weren't for that second warrior, though, my plan would've messed up." Whisperkit wanted to formulate a plan where she was sure nothing, nothing at all, would go wrong. She wanted to be remembered as the greatest thinker of the litter. There were only four more moons before her apprenticeship came on. Whisperkit smiled, temporarily amused. She felt bad for her mentor. She was sure nobody wanted to mentor her -- or any of her siblings, for that matter! And she was probably right.

Whisperkit padded over to where Sinnedkit sat. At that moment, a warrior came back from hunting. Heatherfoot. The she-cat whose life had been ruined by Whisperkit. Heatherfoot dropped her prey -- one skinny minnow -- before going to join the sunning cats. Lazy dog, thought Whisperkit with disgust.
"Wanna take a shot at the sunning warriors?" She asked Sinnedkit, and also any of her siblings who happened to listen. Now that her great plan had been executed, Whisperkit was quite bored. Life was always the same here. She wanted a life where every day was a new adventure, every day you discovered something you didn't already know. The life of a cat in RiverClan basically went like this: Born. Made apprentice. Made warrior. Hunt. Fight. Die.
Hah. I can't wait to try that one, thought Whisperkit. When she was a warrior, she'd go to the nursery when a new litter of kits had been born, and then she'd wait until after everyone commented them, and then she'd say something to ruin the mood. Like after everyone praised the beauty and healthiness of the kits, the mother would say "Soon it will run and play and be happy..." and Whisperkit would add "And then it will die."
She was just like that. Laughing at her own jokes, and laughing at other's misery and hatred of her.

Her tail twitched impatiently. Where's Sorrowkit? Maybe we could use her as bait, or something. Oh, Whisperkit could picture it now: Sorrowkit mewling for help in the river or something, making it seem like she was drowning. The warriors would all rush, and then near the river they'd unexpectedly step through holes she and her littermates had dug and covered up with sticks, and if they were lucky, they wouldn't come back with a broken leg.
I'm always the mastermind behind the plans, thought Whisperkit proudly. This new one wouldn't require much effort; her brothers and sisters would just have to help her dig. Eagerly she retold her new plan to them. "How about this -- we dig lots of holes near the river and lightly veil them with sticks and twigs or something. Then we throw some kit in the river and when it mewls for help, all the warriors will have to come and help it. Then all the warriors will step in the holes and where they expected to feel solid ground, they'll feel air, and will probably break their legs or something. Wanna try it? It'd be a good way for them to get off their lazy butts and actually do something besides napping in the sun." Though Whisperkit was a slacker at times, she resented others who liked to laze off.
Which technically wasn't fair, because this was the only time the warriors received luxury. They had been working all day and the last thing they needed was another one of the kits' traps so they could be even more stressed out. But who cared about them? Whisperkit -- and her siblings, she was pretty sure -- only cared about themselves. If they didn't leave the Clan one day and continued playing their immature pranks, this could lead to the downfall of RiverClan. Although Whisperkit would never leave the Clan she had been born in, she would probably continue setting traps she breathed her last breath.

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[[White n' Nerdeh]]

[/i] hot. Way too hot for a ShadowClanner. Way too hot for a cat who strived to be a ShadowClanner. Well, a ShadowClanner was his second most ambition, first he wanted to try and get into BloodClan. That's where the real party was going on. Those cats could do what they wanted, whenever they wanted. Which really, is supposed to be how a cat lives. How could any cat resist being free and having power? Sinnedkit had no idea. He remembered his last excursion to the BloodClan border, where he had met a cat that told him all about BloodClan. It sounded like the best place to be. He didn't want to grow up to be some lazy RiverClanner who lolls around in the sun all day. That was no life.

His large ginger ears perked forward upon hearing the familiar voice of his sister Demonkit. "What?" He asked Demonkit, hopping off his comfortable spot on the black rock. His eyes narrowed slightly with suspicion. The small tom glanced at the Smooth Stone mournfully for a moment, wishing to jump back up there. Sinnedkit enjoyed it up there because it made him feel high and mighty like a leader. Yeah... like a leader. One day... one day I will be Sinnedstar. Even if I had to lead RiverClan, I would take it, take these lazy dogs and turn them into a ShadowClan. No wait-- better than ShadowClan! Even better than BloodClan! The evil thoughts drifted openly in his mind.

Then the sound of Whisperkit's voice cut into his sweet day dreaming. The ginger tabby whipped around. "Yeah. That way they could stop being such lazy cowards. Lookit what Heatherfoot brought us! Just some stupid minnow! What kind of catch is that? We'll all starve if things go on. I mean, we're not only doing what will amuse us, but what will help whip this clan into shape. I mean, I definetely don't want to grow up in a cult of lazy dogs that go lolling around in the sun. Thats like a kittypet for StarClan's sake!" He hissed, eyes flashing red to show his frustration. Then Sinnedkit waited, listening intently to Whisperkit's plan of action. "Perfect. Let's set these crowfood-eaters in their place."

[[That's good Foresty :3 -hugz-]][/ul]

[»» Forest]

Demonkit looked at her sister. That was a good idea she had to admit, but her plan for when they moved was better it hurt more cats. She listened and smiled, but not a happy smile the smile that was from the devil himself. She looked at all the warriors they would have to bait there was three but they would have a lot of digging to do. But what happens when someone asks why we're digging holes by the river? that was a thing she hadn't relised until then. What if they got caught. The kits would need a look out in case anyone came. She laughed to herself when she took another look at the warriors. They prooved her point even more they lived like kittypets the only diffrence they didn't have a twoleg nest and they had to catch their own prey. How could any cat live that way, it sickened her.

She looked at her brother and sister. Hey, ya know when we're going to leave this twoleg nest they call a clan. Why not wait untill we all are apprentices. That way we can break more hearts than just are parents. Also I heard Bloodclan's back, so why not help them gain conrol over the forest once and for all. Demonkit knew they would want to leave as soon as posible but why not wait and break the most hearts that they could. It would be best if they had mentor's that way they could wish them a happy, well not so happy good bye cerimony. Another evil gase fell on her face it was a glorious day. How could anyone turn down a prank on your own clan excpecialy when you hate them with all your big black heart.

She watched as her littermates thought about what they would gain and loose. She hoped their dark heart overcame the need for freedom. Demonkit was trying hard not to have a desprate look in her eye. It was a great idea she thought. She and her sibling were great at ideas like that. She couldn't wait until they could be part of one of the two greatest clans in the whole forest. Either Blodclan or Shadowclan, the only two real clans here.

((sorry if it's short my evil cousins are here bye))

[†Dynamite†]

So Stupid! The rather muscular orange tabby kit thought, his icy blue eyes narrowed as he watched the Scene from the very top of the Ledge where the Leader, Shadestar, makes announcements.They were all Mousebrains if they thought they thought that was good.Great CloudClan! and I called them my siblings!? Whisperkit did that out of boredom, not beacause she felt she needed to! He shook his head as the tip of his tail tapped the ground slowly and sielently.His tail was wrapped around his paws neatly, with his back straight and is head held up high, he looked like a leader.The Shiney Jet black stone glimmered beneath his paws.His ears pricked and he scented another cat coming into camp and sighed when he reconized who it was.
JoyKiller.

[[White n' Nerdeh]]

[[Whisper, could you edit your post though?]]

[ZEPHYR]

A tiny paw was sticking out of a route in the back of the nursery. A small kit with shifty eyes appeared from the shadows and slunk into a darker corner by the entrance to the nursery. Looking around, the she-cat's eyes glazed over and for a moment, she could no longer hear. Her siblings were scattered everywhere and had their usual smug, mischevious smiles stretching across their faces. They were up to something, as usual. Maybe they were plotting against her. She froze for a moment at that thought, then began to breathe easily again when she realized that she didn't care. She had no friends that could think of her differently. Her family would be the ones that caused her any superficial pain that she could ever feel, so they obviously don't care at all. Other cats...hmmm, other cats...what did she care about other cats? She was so withdrawn and unnoticed; nobody ever talked to her; she was all alone. She didn't care what they thought of her. She didn't care what anybody thought of her anymore. No matter how much it pained her or hurt her inside, she had to just make herself believe that she didn't care what anybody thought of her anymore.

Watching her littermates play--although her siblings' play is defined as evil scheming to most cats--really made her muscles ache. It had been forever since she talked to any of them, and it had been forever since she had talked to anyone else. Any cats that saw her were either oblivious to the world or went out of their way to totally avoid her. Of course, this was fine for Sorrowkit--or at least, that's what she wanted herself to believe. She constantly had conflicting thoughts about what she really wanted. She wanted to be alone but she didn't. All in all, it confused her to the point where she was physically hurting instead of just emotionally hurting. And her mind told her that she didn't care, that pain was welcome, pain could make her strong; yet something inside her was screaming out for help, wishing to be like everyone else, wishing to feel like she belonged. Something was begging her, tugging on her heart, and suddenly she wished that she could feel in control; she wished that she felt like she was not a bystander watching her life go by. Maybe, way down deep, something inside her wanted to have friends and a normal family and maybe even a mate someday. Maybe a part in the depths of her beating heart wanted to never be alone.

And when she drifted back into the world from the thoughts she had formed in her mind, she looked around at her family and looked outside at all the RiverClan cats and sighed softly, realizing that this was a reality. It was what she had to live with. Her blue eyes blinked away the sadness that reflected in her eyes for the first time in her life. She never let her emotions run wild in her gray-blue eyes. They were stone cold; this way they never revealed any weakness. She sighed and shifted further into the shadows so that her siblings might not be able to find her and make her be a part of their schemes. She didn't have time for one of those. She shifted the last remaining part of her thin, ragged frame lined with stormy gray fur into the darkness, dissapearing from sight.


(Isn't that one of the saddest things you've ever heard? ))

[Az]

((omg now you made me want to make a cat just so it can be friendly to Sorrowkit xD))

Whisperkit smiled. Why don't I hang out with my brothers and sisters more? They're awesome. 'Specially their attitudes. That reminds me, where's Poisonkit and Sorrowkit? She caught sight of Poisonkit watching them from a long distance away, his icy blue eyes cold. At this Whisperkit went rigid with anger. She never really associated with him, but was he always like this?
Whatever. If he had a problem, he should come out and say it, and it was no business of her's. Whisperkit padded leisurely out of the camp, careful to dodge the guard sitting at the entrance by slipping into some ferns. She tested the first stream she saw and found it a bit shallow, but that didn't matter. Whisperkit began to dig holes near the river.
Dirt flew up behind her as the little she-cat's paws worked vigorously to tunnel deeper. The sun, burning into her fur, made work even more strenuous. But it would all be worth it in the end, as had been the bramble branch plan she had done a few minuts earlier.

Whisperkit cast a quick glance around to make sure her siblings were working with her, or at least Sinnedkit and Demonkit and maybe Plaguedkit, since they were, in her opinion, the best of her siblings. Daggerkit could come too if he wanted, but Whisperkit always felt somewhat uncomfortable around him. He was, to put it bluntly, much more evil than the rest of them. Although Whisperkit didn't particularly favor her Clan, and she kind of idolized BloodClan, she'd never thought of leaving her birth Clan. Not only did Daggerkit talk about leaving, he made it sound like he'd leave even now, as a kit, and that scared Whisperkit. She wanted her littermates to stay together. Even Sorrowkit -- yes, Whisperkit hated her with the passion of a thousand suns, but Sorrowkit was her sister. Her sister. Even if it would bring about the internal corruption of her Clan, Whisperkit didn't want her littermates to leave. And she didn't want to leave either.
But the way her father sometimes stared at her, and some of her siblings... he looked like he wanted them to leave. He looked as if he wanted to exterminate them himself. Thunderclash was loyal down to his bones, and Whisperkit was subconsciously afraid of him, of what he might do to her and her littermates if they caused too much trouble. Was he loyal to the Clan more than his family?

Whisperkit pushed the nerve-wracking thoughts out of her head and continued to dig. Once the hole was deep enough so that if a small kit fell in they wouldn't be able to get out, Whisperkit measured the hole with a stick. She found a long enough branch to stick in the hole and took the branch to the next hole and began to dig. When the hole was as deep as the branch Whisperkit moved on. Yes, she was a perfectionist: everything had to be the same.
When Whisperkit had dug five holes, she went around covering them up with stick and leaves and whatever else blended in with her surroundings. She made sure that nothing fell in the hole by first putting a very think layer of sticks above the hole's entrance and then piling on whatever camouflaged it so that no one could tell she had even dug them. She did the same for the rest of her four holes and then continued to dig. Five wasn't nearly enough -- they needed fifteen or more. There were a lot of warriors and they could step anywhere.
Who would they use as bait? There were four mewling kits in the nursery, but then, how would she steal them without the mother noticing? Or maybe... Sorrowkit. Where's that little whining rabbit-brained baby? Yes. Sorrowkit would be a good choice. They'd probably have to bribe her for her to cooperate, or if she resisted, maybe they could force her in the river.

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[†Dynamite†]

Poisonkit's dark blue eyes narrowed as he saw something black at the corner of his eye, and already knew it was Sorrowkit.He growled with jealousy.Howcome he had to have the cute little orange tabby fur and his dumb sister had to have the sleek, mysterious black pelt? Great StarClan, wasn't he the Evil one? He shook his head and smiled secretly to himself when he learned he had upset Whisperkit.

Poisonkit leaped from his throne and down to the ground gracefully.He went over to his favorite sibling, Sinnedkit, and sat down beside him.There was some secret evil bond between them, and they had a thing in common: Their Birthmarks.They both had the mark of a Christian Cross; Sinnedkit on his nose and Poisonkit on his chest.He didn't know what to think, but he knew it could be good or bad.

Poisonkit flicked his ears and looked around for his StarClan chosen father with a roll of his eyes.He wanted to know where the stupid tom was, and since one of his Ambitions was to kill his father when he got older, he wanted to make sure nobody else had done it for him.He also planned on killing at least one of his siblings; one of them deserved to die.His main target was Sorrowkit, but you never know.Poisonkit watched the camp some more, assuming that his father was out hunting, and curled his tail around his paws.

[Shadestar]

[/b] Plaugedkit hissed. "It's Shadestar..." She glared back with her eyes meeting his yellow. He didn't say a word to them, but just kept a stare at them. His eyes only drifted off for a second toward the prank in which Whisperkit had played. His tail lashed the ground almost angerily as he still kept that stare hoping to at least break the kits at this moment. However if they wanted to leave, Shadestar wouldn't be the one to stop them...

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