Get Your Thinking Caps On. Here Comes a Mystery.

"It looks bad because your walking around knocking everything over." Blackstorm grunted. Time to teach this kit a lesson, he thought. Blackstorm picked his way over to the store and reached his paw in, grasping the kit tightly with his paw and lifting her out. He dangled Darkkit above him, studying her with narrowed eyes. "Play-time is over." He growled, placing the kit gently outside his den. He blocked the way back in.

Darkkit remembered Littlelight and how he was mad at the belly poking. After watching him for a few minutes, she poked his belly.

Blackstorm watched, a little puzzled.

He poked the kit back in the stomach.

ooc: uh oh .3.

Darkkit pounced up, trying to get a hold for Blackstorm's head.

Blackstorm plainly bopped his head against the kit mid-jump, causing him to fall backward. "You're going to need to do better than that." He huffed, though it was obvious he wasn't angry.

"Okay then how about........this good?" she asked unsheathing her claws.

Aurastar gasped "Darkkit! Keep your claws sheathed!" she meowed gently.

"Yes, my valiant leader." she growled sheathing her claws.

Blackstorm purred, bending down to where his face was level with the kit. "You'll make a good warrior one day, maybe leader if can control that temper of yours." He murmured quietly.

"I don't need you to tell me what I can do. If I could, your head would be rolling across the floor." she said so silent that only he could hear.

Blackstorm suddenly took a step forward so they were nose-to-nose. "I'd like to see you try." He purred devilishly. This was getting fun for the medicine cat, who was bored all the time.

"Too bad I can't," she replied in a hiss. Her eyes sinking into his, looking into his soul.

Blackstorm felt nothing, and for all anyone knew, he had no soul. He glared at the kit. Suddenly his paw flashed out, knocking the kit over and pinning her there, his paw tips muffling her mouth. He unsheathed his claws slowly, equally slowly in driving those claws into the kits muzzle as they unsheathed. He stopped threateningly before they could break the skin, but pressed down enough to pinch and sting. "Big words for a small warrior." He purred.

Darkkit held a cold gaze to the warrior, even though she felt pain.

Claws still unsheathed, he flicked his paw forward, sending the kit tumbling backwards with ease. "I'd grow bigger and stronger before challenging a medicine cat if I were you." Blckstorm growled, sheathing his claws. Getting to his paws, he glared at the kit, ready for whatever trickery he decided to do next. A lesson must be taught to the kit, and that was to respect both the medicine cat and the senior warriors. She should know already well enough to respect the leader and deputy also.

Darkkit got up a little unsteady on her feet. She turned to him, little trace of her pain, "That all you got?"

Blackstorm rolled his eyes again. "If I did any more I'd be in trouble." He huffed. Turning around as if to walk back into his den, he suddenly kicked out a hind leg, sharply smacking the kit away, but not hard enough to make her bleed or anything. "Now stay out of my den from now on!" He snarled, looking over his shoulder before stalking back inside.

Darkkit was thrown over to the clearing by his move. No promises. She thought.

Blackstorm searched through his herb supplies, sorting everything back in place, all the while grumbling in annoyance. After a moment, he picked out the leaf that held the stack of death berries on it and dragged it out. He placed them near the front of the store in case the pesky kit got any ideas.

Aurastar watched carefully, standing up in case something happened.

ooc: Fire is the topic over? .3. I want to know if I can stop watching it for replies.

Ooc: I dunno I didn't make the topic

ooc: oops. Lol you were basically the main cat in it so idk x3

Ooc: ...

Ever heard of "waiting"?