Destiny changed places that day. But destiny was never fated to be that way. “PERFECTKIT!” Perfectkit scrunched back upon hearing his name being yowled. (Dangit, did I get caught?) He felt air brush up against his pelt and a looming presence stomp to a halt. (I won’t turn around Frostface. You can’t make me.) “Turn around. Look at me,” the angry evil ugly pale faced stupid bitter smelling old medicine cat growls. Perfectkit kept his back turned. “Wasn’t me. Was Tansykit,” he mumbles. (Won’t turn around. Not for you. Dungface.) What would happen if he said that out loud? “What was Tansykit?” Ugly Frostface’s glowered (That's a trick question and you know it.) “The poo on your face” Perfectkit knew he was going to lose this interaction. He was going to lose but he is taking Frostface down with him. “The poo on my face.” “Yes.” “Tansykit did that?” (Don’t turn around. Don’t look.) “Yes.” “What makes you think it’s on my face?” (A trap.) “Cause you look prettier than normal.” “Hm… Hah. HAHAHAHAH” Frostface begins to laugh hysterically. This seemed worse than getting yelled at. At least when he’s getting yelled at he knows what to do. This was new. He turns around. (Mistake. Run.) Frostface scruffs him. Perfectkit feels himself be lifted completely off the ground. Perfectkit is almost six moons. Normally being scruffed wouldn’t be enough to fully lift him, but Frostface is tall. And apparently strong. “LET GO!” Perfectkit screeches. The riverclan medicine cat does the opposite of letting go. His grip tightens and he carries the struggling kitten straight to the medicine den. Perfectkit’s eye adjusts quickly to the dim room. Immediately, his eyes dart to the massive turd he planted next to Frostface’s nest. Untouched. Undisturbed. Perfectkit kinda expected Frostface to at least step in it. Pefectkit is dropped to the ground. Frostface circles around and faces Perfectkit so closely that their noses almost touch. “Clean it up.” “Tansykit did it.” Frostface’s face contorts into an even uglier version of itself. “You have two choices. Clean this up or don’t and I get Blizzardstrike involved.” “Then I won’t. Go ahead. Get Blizzardstrike.” (Blizzardstrike likes me. He’s nice. He would never-) “Clean it up, Perfectkit,” Blizzardstrike, the Riverclan deputy, betrays Perfectkit immediately. “This is not behavior fitting of a Riverclan cat. You are almost an apprentice. Show some respect.” Frostface smugly tosses a piece of moss to Perfectkit. “Well, you heard the deputy. Clean it up.” Perfectkit felt humiliated. Ugly old Frostface got Blizzardstrike involved and now everyone in camp is talking about it. Snickering. Moonkit thought it was hilarious. He could tell. He could hear her snicker when she overheard him telling Sunnysong what happened. Tansykit is too much of a pushover to be mad. He was slightly relieved about that. At least nobody was calling him Pooferctkit. Well they might be. Behind his back. So as he curled up next to his mother and sisters, he began to plot his revenge.
continued below It was the half moon. Frostface was gone for the night. So Perfectkit began his master plan. Earlier that day he had made sure to play super rough with both Tansykit and Moonkit. He managed to pull out enough fur that he could probably frame them and get off scot free. Sneaking into the medicine den while everyone was asleep was easy enough. He scattered his sisters' fur in easy to spot places. All the herbs were neatly stacked and put away into little cubby holes in the rock wall of the den. Old cranky Frostface sure loved to organize. He certainly won’t mind having to organize it all again. Perfectkit grinned. This was going to be fun. Perfectkit expected the screeching. That was normal. What he didn’t expect was the screeching to be directed at him. That was also normal. Too normal. It should have been directed at his sisters. He planted the fur. Why, why, why, why, why didn’t it work?! “But the fur-” “GINGER AND BLACK! I WONDER WHO IT BELONGS TO?!” Oh. Oh. Oh. That’s what happened. In trying to frame both his sisters he had inadvertently framed himself. (Wonder what punishment Frostface will decide on for this? Moss gathering? Dirtplace clean up? Psh. I’m a kit. You can’t do anything but yell at me.) Despite the pranks intended targets not suffering anything. Perfectkit felt calm. Grumpy Ol’ Frostface can’t do jack anyways. Beside yell that is and Perfectkit has already grown bored of that. “One of our LOVELY kits has reached the age of six moons!” Frostface yells. What. What is he doing? Frostface was on the fallen log. Perfectkit’s and his sisters’ apprentice ceremony was supposed to happen in three days. He was counting! He. Was. Counting! Why? “And one of them has graciously volunteered to become my new apprentice!” Perfectkit turned to Moonkit and Tansykit. They liked plants and stuff. It’s gotta be one of them right? But Moonkit and Tansykit looked bewildered. (No. nonononononono. I messed up. Oh starclan.) “Because he can’t seem to keep his curious little head OUT OF THE MEDICINE DEN!” Frostface looks directly at Perfectkit. “He’ll be moving in there PERMANENTLY! CONGRATULATIONS on becoming. The. Medicine. Cat. Apprentice. PERFECTPAW!”
