Punishment gone awry. [Kricket/Holly]

[Jay]

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[atrb=background,http://i54.tinypic.com/b6xd2s.jpg] Watch my moves! Read my mind! ”Hear Sideswipe's voice!” ”Hear Sunstreaker's voice!” Two tom cats darted about the roof tops, leaping from one to the next with careful precision, despite the summertime heat. A slight difference in size and color the onnly difference between the two, it was night, just past sunset, and the pair had been assigned the patrols for the next week in punishment for nearly setting off an attack from Tempest by.......well........ they were foolish(or brave) enough to go and rig up a door so that the first Tempest dog to walk under it(who just happened to be the soldier Braker) would be splashed and COVERED in berry juice and was dyed purple as the result of said prank. Though hilarious, this was a dangerous and foolish trick, even for the twins. Therefore, they were punished like this, extra patrols of the territory after dark. "This sucks." Sunstreaker's gruff tone was harsh. "And it's all your fault." His tail lashed as his bright blue eyes flashed over to his brother, who was just pissed cause he was getting punished after doing something AGAINST the enemy. "You think I don't know that, stupid? I already feel bad enough, you don't need to make things worse, prima-dona." He snarled. Turning to face his brother in anger. Said brother growled back and lashed his tail. "What'd you call me?" "A prima-dona. Which is what you are you vain, sociopathic, grump!" The slightly smaller tom was the only cat who wasn't going to be killed for insulting his borther, especially when his brother knew just how mad he was, Sideswipe's insults of him were rare, usually it was just a little bit of good natured annoying him with nicknames. The yellow-orange tabby twin stood, silently fuming, with his gaze locked to his brother's own, identical bright blue eyes meeting, and relaxed slightly. "You done yet?" Sunstreaker's meow was calm, but slightly warm. "Yeah, I'm done. Just mad cause Florence is being irrational." "I know how you feel bro." (OOC: Note, Mud and I are going to do the thread FOR said prank soon, Mud's posting it in a moment or two after I posted this, so I do have her permission to use Braker here.)

[MudBug]

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[atrb=background,http://i53.tinypic.com/s168sj.jpg] Watch my moves! Read my mind! "Hear my voice!" The summer evening air was warm and damp, especially at high altitudes. Kriket enjoyed it, loved it in fact. This was the small window of time, inside of the entire year, that he could enjoy nearly perfect temperatures, or atleast it felt perfect on his bare skin. He especially liked the warm breeze that blew over the rooftops alone, on nights like this one. It felt like warm silk wrapping around him. He'd left for a walk just half an hour ago, with no predetermined destination. He was in a particularly calm, content mood, but so would be anyone who has the opportunity to feel warm, when their body condemned them to constant coldness. He walked along the shingled roofs of residential buildings and the flat concrete tops of commercial buildings, ducking through the usual collections of vents, piping, and air conditioning units that were kept there. Of course, all of these amenities were silent as the grave. Really, if one thought about it, they were as dead as their human creators. Not having been used, cleaned, or even looked upon with concern, in many days and many nights. He sat not far away from such pieces of machinery at this moment, and had to avert his gaze. The thoughts of mankind, and death, were plowing up many long buried, though not quite successfully, emotions that he did not want to have soil his otherwise content mood. He decided on a more drastic change of scenery. He stood and turned around, glancing about the surrounding rooftops to find a suitable perch. There, just two more connected buildings away, was the familiar triangular shape of an apartment building. He decided on his route, a simple series of jumps. He executed them without falter, though it took him longer than it would have taken most other cats. Kriket was always more careful in his physical ventures. Without a luxurious coat to barrier between his skin and the rough concrete, it was far more likely for him to draw blood. He made it, easily enough, to the roof he sought. He walked along, at an awkward angle, until he reached the other end of the building. He sat at the highest point, looking out over the rest of Hexasol, or atleast what could be seen from this vantage point. His calm observing was interrupted, as his ear twitched at the sound of voices. Two cats, arguing, but not fighting. He wracked his mind for any information it had on who had been assigned evening patrol of these rooftops. A few names passed briefly through his mind, and then his thoughts stood still, as his heart rate climbed. Sunstreaker and Sideswipe. He had never met the two, but news of their pranking habits had spread far enough through the ears of Iris. If they had the gall to taint a Tempest soldier purple, God only knows what fun they'd have with a weakling like Kriket himself. He had to get out, quickly, or they would surely catch the scent of fear that wafted from him. He stood and half turned his frame, but in mid step, an alarming sound erupted from his paw. A rock, a small rock, would be his undoing. His paw had nudged it, just slightly loose from it's resting place, and now it bounced down the rooftop in a cascade of ear piercing clicks and clanks. Kriket took in a deep breath, and sent out, the closest thing felines had to, a prayer.