~| I Fought The Law |~ open

[lynx]

Breakin' rocks
in the
hot sun,

Sometimes things can go wrong. Well, it's impossible for everything to work out right all the time. Even for a cute lil' kit like Lynx. She was only trying to help! One of her siblings wanted a drink from the waterfall, so she had bent down to check that is wasn't poisoned/polluted. The area around the waterfall was smooth rock, and slippery. She had slid swiftly off the edge and plummeted into the water. Everyone was laughing. Well, most of the cats around her. Anyways, Indigo was coming back from a walk, (she'd probably tried to hunt) and she'd spotted the little tabby squirming in the freezing water. Lynx (determined not to make her mother jump in and save her,) had scrambled to the edge and discovered a rock sticking out, only slightly, from the water. She had managed to leap up and then pounce to the shore.

Mother was not happy. Lynx was curled up in their little den, shivering. Indigo had told her to go and dry off, but Lynx insisted she would be fine. So Mother had said if she wasn't going to do what she was told, she could be grounded for a whole day! The golden eyed she cat was not impressed. She could be out there, warm, basking in the sunlight, but she was stuck in this tiny cave! Her pink tongue swiftly groomed her pelt, attempting to warm herself up even slightly. She dug down into the soft moss they had used as bedding. Two identical brown ears perked up as she listened to her family talking and laughing outside. Her siblings had been asked to leave Lynx alone for a while.

It's so boring here! Lynx thought, impatient to get out. There was a small hole in the back of the cave, and it let in a small, yet freezing draft. The kitten shuffled, discontent, away from the hole, wishing she could go already. Well, there's nothing much else to do here, so I might as well do what cats do best. Four sets of small white claws slipped in and out as she kneaded the ground. She collapsed quickly, completely relaxing - stretched out on the floor. Her eyelids slid closed, and she slipped into an uneasy sleep. Calm, she tried to blink open her eyes. What...? She couldn't see! She was blind! How did this happen? She could tell what was happening, somehow. Lynx had a mental image of the scene, stuck in her mind. She could see three adult cats - Mother, and two toms she didn't know, a calico and a tabby. They were being confronted by two massive dogs, a huge husky, and a muscled, towering doberman. The doberman was snarling something, his long ivory fangs exposed. The tawny kit shivered, hiding behind mother. That canine was too intimadating for her liking. He leant forward, gripping the orange tabby's scruff with his teeth, and Lynx let out a silent cry of distress and horror. "NOOOO!"

The auburn kitten woke up from her dream nightmare, panting deeply. In-two-three-four, out-to-three-four. She controlled her breath, trying to relax. The dogs were gone now, but she didn't dare to sleep again. For some reason, the pictures seemed so vivid, the images so clear. Even though she had obviously never seen a dog before. Well, she knew it was a dog from the description her mother had given her not long ago. Hmm, scary.

But, now she was bored again. How the little Lynx Wintertrap wished she had never dared to disagree. But it had happened now. And there was nothing she could do about it.

I fought the law
and the
law won.

ooc:; I've had this idea for a while now, and seen as though I haven't roleplayed Lynx much yet, I thought I'd put it into action. Anyone can join, Wintertrap or otherwise. ;D

[kestrel]

Don't believe everything happiness says
Nothing feels better than hiding these days

A small brown form striped with chocolate tabby markings slipped around the rocks past her siblings, creeping softly into the place her mother called their den. The white patches of her fur, normally vivid and snowy, were wet and dull - much easier to camouflage this way - but as soon as she'd stepped into the little cave, Kestrel Wintertrap set about rubbing against the warm walls so her fur stuck up the wrong way. It would dry better this way, she reasoned, being more open to the air. A few moments later, she groomed it back down and was on her way, stalking silently along the dark walls to where she could see her sister curled up at the back, seemingly asleep. Her mouth curved into a smirk, realizing how much more fun this would now be for her. After creeping as close as most would have dared Kestrel took a few more steps to prove she could get closer and then stopped. Her sister was waking up, shaking and seeming terrified already. Ha. The small brown tabby leaned a bit closer. "Boo!" she called out mockingly, striding out into view with a laugh.

Emerald eyes sparkled with delight and deviousness as Kestrel pranced over to her sister, simply radiating smugness. "Did I scare you?" she taunted, giggling at herself. With a proud toss of her head, she sat down across from Lynx, her tail curling smoothly around her front paws. Keeping a carefully maintained smile/smirk, Kessa allowed her thoughts to roam. There was no particular reason for her to have come for really. Except for the fact that their dear mother had told them Lynx was to be left alone as some sort of twisted punishment. Which in other words meant that she would try and stop them and be mad at them if they did go and see Lynx. In Kessa's mind, there was only one word for this sort of situation: challenge. She gave a disdainful sniff as she reached over her neck to lick down some fur. It hadn't been hard in the slightest. Please! Indigo was a fool to have doubted Kestrel's abilities so much. A pleased grin appeared. Oh well. The more Indigo underestimated her daughter, the more she would be able to get away with. Although that was thinking more long-term or out-of-this moment. Because honestly, yes, she had gotten away with what her mother hadn't wanted but that was only to visit her soaking sister. She snorted and turned her attention back to Lynx with a wicked grin.

"Ugh, Indigo - Mom," she corrected, knowing that most of her siblings preferred to call their mother that. In Kestrel's mind though, Indigo was no mother, only an annoying figure who could never make up her mind about whether or not she was supposed to be parental. So she called her Indigo for the most part out of earshot. Though one day she certainly needed to try it when actually speaking with her mother. She smirked, imagining the situation. But back to what she was saying. "She's so annoying, isn't she? I mean look at her! Grounding you over something so trivial. Puh-lease! It's as if she's grounding you for behaving like a kitten just because she has no understanding of them." This was followed by an eye roll. "Honestly, half the time she doesn't care at all about what we do and then it seems her conscience catches up to her and she comes down extra hard on us. Hence we get causalities like yourself."

Kestrel gave a supportive smile. "But that's just not fair. And if she's going to make you the victim of her bipolar-ness then I figured you could at least have some company. Enter moi." She winked and gave a small giggle. "So what shall we do anyways? You're not seriously going to waste away inside on such a beautiful day, are you?" she asked as another step to her magnificent plan came into mind. Her eyes brightened at the prospect of outing her mother even more. "This isn't just a welcome visit after all, Lynx," she crowed with a laugh. "I'm a rescue mission!" She grinned. This was perfect. Not only would she have crept in to see her sister after being told not to but then she and the aforementioned sister would escape right under Indigo's nose. She'd accomplish even more than she'd originally planned. Perfect. "So ally up, let's go!" she whispered, giving a little laugh. "You in?" She smiled at her sister but her green eyes glinted with a fierce determination that made it quite clear that Lynx was coming with her whether she liked it or not.

Kestrel Wintertrap did not take "no" for an answer.

[lynx]

Sometimes, it's completely right
just to disagree;

The kitten came back to her senses as she heard the padding of paws, coming from outside the den. She shrank back slightly, her gold eyes wide. Who was it? Was it a dog, like in her dream? She doubted it. Lynx heard the pawsteps pause, and she relaxed slightly, letting her fur lie flat. "Boo!" Her sister's mocking voice caused the kitten to spring upwards with a small 'meow', before Lynx recognised who it was. Kestrel's fur seemed to be fluffed up the wrong way, and the small tabby bit back a chuckle. She looked all spiky, like a hedgehog or something! Lynx forced a smile onto her face, but she was still slightly shocked. "Definitely," she purred, giggling quietly. Despite her laughter, her mind was screaming 'That wasn't funny, Kestrel!' Sometimes, the fluffy cat would admit, she was a teeny, tiny, little bit serious. Just a little.

The tabby watched as Kestrel sat down, who seemed beaming with pride at her silly prank. Self-consciously, Lynx ascended into a sitting position herself, rasping her pink tongue across her (still matted) auburn chest fur. The kitten wondered why her sibling had come here. She obviously wasn't tired, and Lynx didn't know any reason why Kestrel would want to talk to her, of all cats. Well, perhaps she didn't intend to stick to Mother's rules! The white-splodged tabby was quite a rule-breaker. Lynx, however, hated to disappoint her mother! But, everyone was different. Shrugging, she twisted around to groom her back. Although Kestrel had flattened down some of her fur, the kitten couldn't help but want to clean her sister as well. She hated to see her own kin so mucky, with her fur sticking out like that! What would Indigo say? Well, not much when Lynx thought about it, her mother had never been an incredibly 'motherly' mother.

'If I ever have any kittens,' She thought, her mind wandering. 'I'll always make sure they're all clean, tidy and especially - well fed!' Lynx decided, determined to plan so far ahead. She swivelled her head swiftly around to set her sister in her clear line of vision, as she noticed Kestrel begin to speak. After Lynx had listened to her first few words, she leaned her head slightly to one side, waiting for her to continue. She was hardly surprised that Kestrel had originally called Mother her first name, Indigo. The white and chocolate tabby called her that regularly, she didn't seem to mind about respecting her mother. But that was the kind of cat Kestrel was, and sometimes she'd lead the others into developing that habit too. Lynx nodded before the other feline continued. The kitten couldn't help widening her eyes as she continued. Her expression wasn't really shocked, but more like mild surprise. She had been suspecting that Kessa had that opinion of her mother for quite some time now. "Well, she isn't very nurturing, I agree, and I don't agree with her decision to ground me. But seriously, she's not that bad!" Lynx's voice was small and high pitched, but her mind was set on defending her family. She couldn't help grinning slightly as Kestrel spoke again... Hopefully she was going to change the subject?

"What... What do you mean, Kessa?" Lynx stammered. There wasn't fear in her voice, but just uncertainty. She had grown to know what her family was like, during her few precious weeks of life. The tabby rolled her eyes incredibly slightly, as she saw the fire light up in Kessa's eyes. She knew that glitter. Her sister had a plan! The golden eyed cat smiled softly and tried to look at least mildly enthusiastic. Adventures weren't really her thing... But it would be good to get some fresh air for a while. Letting out a small chuckle, she leapt to her paws. "Alright, alright, I'll come!" Lynx let out a sigh, but she still grinned gently. She loved all of her family dearly, and she knew that Kestrel could manipulate her into doing anything. But this time, she didn't really mind. But, in contrast to the usual cares of cats her age, she couldn't help but be concerned. "Let's go then, silly," her voice was a calm, caring purr as she brushed her pelt against her sister's. "Oh and Kessa? Just make sure it's safe." Lynx paused, thinking of Kestrel and her other siblings, and referred to them as she spoke.

"I don't know what I'd do if I lost you... Or any of us."

But that's no fun,
in the mid-day sun,
as I'm sure we'll see.

[kestrel]

We bury our fears in the drinks, in these tears
For the days we believed we could fly

Of course Lynx was surprised to see her, Kessa thought, asmug smile radiating from her anyway. She could practically feel her sister’s curious eyes on her as she groomed her fur down and gave a soft giggle. This probably made absolutely no sense whatsoever to Lynx but that was exactly why Kessa herself was having so much fun. The tiny tabby made sure a happy grin was on her face as she sauntered forwards to her sister. Lynx’s reaction to her words about their mother was of course, just as equally predictable. She sighed, drawing it out dramatically as she made sure to shake her head sadly back and forth. Poor naive little Lynx, thinking so highly of everyone. What a shock she was sure to be in for when she ever discovered that not everyone was perfect as she’d like to believe – and certainly not as perfect as her own little kitten self. Kessa giggled. But when her sister spoke again, she frowned, the giggle exaporating as quickly as it had come upon her. ”Scared, Lynx?” she taunted, annoyed with the stutters in her sister’s words. Why, oh why couldn’t she just go along perfectly instead of always having to act like a good-goody two shoes. It was all a fake act anyway! If she really had been a good-goody two shoes there was no way she would have ended up grounded – Indigo’s bipolar mothering skills aside.

And did Lynx honestly think she was fooling Kestrel with that little smile? Sheesh, she obviously had no idea how to act. Kestrel seemed to have stolen most of those genes. But when her sister agreed to come, the brown and white kitten couldn’t help but grin, perking up noticeably. ”Thank god,” she mewed with a laugh. ”I mean, I was gonna make you come anyway but this’ll be much more fun if you’re participating willingly,” she teased – though every word she spoke was true – before dashing off a few feet away. She pranced slightly, bouncing with enthusiasm. Now she looked excited. She genuinely was, of course, just for more reasons than she was letting on. Yes, she wanted Lynx out and freed but that was more to prove how amazing she, Kestrel Wintertrap, was and less about pitying her poor trapped sister. ”Silly?” Kessa purred with another giggle. Her excitement was infectious. The idea of what she was about to pull off thrilled off and she rode a certain kind of adrenaline high as she crept closer to the front of the cave.

Lynx’s worried meow sounded from behind and she rolled her eyes. Turning to make some scathing comment, she paused. She wouldn’t get anywhere by mocking and making fun of her sister – Lynx would just run off and refuse to let herself be rescued. And though Kestrel had no doubt that she’d still be able to pull her stunt off – self-doubt was something she had never experienced and never planned on experiencing – it would make her job harder and she was much more in the mood to get out and play in the sun. So instead she grinned at her sister to let her know she was only joking as she called back to her. ”We’ll be fine, Lynx. Don’t be such a worrywart!” She giggled but her paws scuffed impatiently at the ground of the cave. ”This is probably one of the last nice days! You know how Indi-Mom keeps going on about how everything’s gonna get cold soon,” she reminded her sister, thinking that that, if nothing else, should surely serve as sufficient motiviation. She crept back to Lynx quietly. ”So I’m thinking we should try and creep to the front of the cave where there’s all those puddles and plaster ourselves in mud so we’ll camouflage much better against the wet rocks when we sneak out. Then we can crawl up that broken log to the ledge and then down from there into the woods. We’ll have to be very quiet and cautious and experrt-like,” she instructed haughtily before bounding forwards with a flick of her tail to indicate that Lynx should follow.

Getting to the front of the cave, Kessa sniffed at the mud puddles dotting the ground. Disgusting. But they were a vital part of the plan – they’d both be quickly seen otherwise. The sun would be more focused on them high of on the ledge so simply having wet fur as Kestrel had had when she’d snuck in would not be enough for them. The kitten sighed and gave a cautious, dainty step forward, wincing slightly as the mud filled around her toes. Gross. But she needed to make this fun so she giggled. ”It feels so weird!” she whispered to Lynx, stepping in further and stomping quietly in the mud. ”Come on! Bet I can cover myself faster!” she teased with a laugh, knowing as well that making a competition would surely enable herself to do the horrible task quicker. She sighed.

[lynx]

I'm not scared!
I'm just... Concerned for your safety.

The water continued to fall from the rocks above, crashing into the pool below. It was surprising how much noise it made, especially to a small, brown tabby kitten. Lynx was sat down inside the den, gold eyes still showing pleasure despite of the current situation. She was with her sister, which was great in her opinion. Even if she was banished from the outside world on this bea-utiful day. She was much calmer after her little shock. It had been a little frightening at the time, but she was calm now. Lynx swiveled one of her long chocolate ear around to hear what Kestrel was saying now. "Scared? Me?" Lynx laughed, but didn't really smile. "I was just concerned for your safety," she meowed, curling her tail up slightly with amusement. It was almost strange how she was more worried about Kessa than herself. Although she wasn't really grinning, the kitten was reasonably happy. She tried to ignore the fact that her mind seemed to be screaming random complaints. She was breaking the rules after all.

Lynx let a small smile creep onto her face as she noticed Kestrel perk up, grinning, when she (Kestrel) realized her sister (Lynx) was actually agreeing to come. The tabby grinned as she figured out that this must have come as quite a shock. "I kinda guessed that," Lynx chuckled as Kessa revealed that she was actually going to make her sister come anyways. As the white-splodged kitten set off, the gold-eyed cat obediently followed, flexing her limbs and trying to match her sibling's enthusiasm. Smiling half-heartedly, she leapt forwards to try and catch up to Kestrel. She sucseeded, as her sister turned around with a giggle. "Silly?" "Yes, you are. Someday, someone will stand up to you, and there's nothing you will be able to do about it." Lynx almost instantly realized she had slipped into her 'serious' and at the same time 'warning others about what their future will hold if they're not careful' mode. Biting her lip slightly, she meowed an apology. "Sorry. I shouldn't have said that. Maybe most of that's a complete lie.., You'd probably never force a cat to do something if their feelings against it were so strong. But, you are silly," Lynx let out a nervous laugh. She couldn't help but feel that she was just comforting her manipulative sister, but she still sprang forwards and flicked her tail against Kessa's flank palyfully. 'Let's set that good mood, shall we Lynx?

Her bright gaze rested on the lithe body of her sister in front of her, and she let a small, soft smile creep on her fluffy brown face. Kestrel seemed to be thinking about something, debating over her next course of action. Lynx patiently waited for decision, and wasn't surprised when it came. "Worrywart? That's a new one," she chuckled gently. She didn't mind Kessa calling her things like that, but she was comforted slightly anyway. If anything ever happened to her sister whilst Lynx was with her... The kitten shuddered at the thought of it. "I hope it doesn't get too cold," she shook her short brown pelt. "We'll all freeze!" Her eyes widened as Kestrel suggested a plan. "Wh-What?!" She exclaimed. "We can't mess up our pelts, I don't like getting all dirty..." She paused for a minute, her mind thinking over the second part of her suggestion. "The woods seems to be a good idea though. Our pelts are brown anyway so we can camoflage anyways, can't we? But we can't go too far or we won't be able to get back!" Lynx shook her head and sighed slightly as Kestrel summoned her with a flick of her tail.

Catiously, Lynx padded out of the den and into the golden sunlight. Keeping her head and tail down, she tried to stay light on her paws as she made her way around the back, pressing her not-all-that-slim body against the cold grey rock. Shivering, she gasped as she saw Kestrel poke her white paws into the goopy mud. "Bleh!" She let out a disgusted mew as a small droplet of mud flew through the air and onto her chest. Instantly she dipped her head down and rapsed her tongue over her fur. Clean once again, she turned to her sister. "Come on, Kessa! We can't get covered in this stuff, we just can't! It's disgusting! I'm not letting my coat get spoiled by that sort of mud!" Lynx raised her muzzle, nose pointing into the air. Lynx wasn't very snooty most of the time, but she objected to even considering stepping into this stuff. Her feelings against dirt and muck was almost a phobia.

"Yes, Kestrel. I bet you can," murmured the kitten. "I'm going back to the den!" Lynx twisted defiantly back around the rocks, but paused. Maybe it wasn't right to give up just left. Annoyed that she had lost her temper, she dipped her head and padded back to Kessa. "Okay, okay I'll go on a little 'adventure' with you. Maybe we can climb a tree or something. But I'm not going into that mud." Lynx felt weird. All her feelings felt muddled. She was quite happy because she was going on an outing with her sister, reluctant to disguise herself with mud but also fustrated with herself because she had snapped at Kessa so easily. She needed to learn some self control, but really. She was so confused.

-unfinished-