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.
