CHEATING GETS IT FASTER } {MYNT; OPEN

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Pitch had never been within the two-leg place before, in all five moons of his life the young tom had spent every waking moment beneath the tree tops. Of course, it wasn't like he'd had much of a choice considering Fallen, his mother, did her best to keep each kit under a watchful eye. However, naturally even an experienced she-cat had troubles keeping five lively kittens within viewing range twenty four seven. Thus in a streak of rebellion, Pitch had taken the situation into his advantage, sneaking away from their homely nest in the forest to take in what the rest of the world had to offer. Besides, unlike the rest of his siblings, Pitch wasn't an idiot; far from in fact. He was certain he could out smart any of the dangers lurking in two-leg place.

Crouched behind a large green dumpster, Pitch watched the bustling street with great interest, his dark pelt hiding him well within the shady alley. Missing nothing, sharp amber eyes scanned the street, flickering back and forth as two-legs walked past completely oblivious to the creature not a yard from their feet. Every once in a while one of their foul, obnoxious monsters would crawl by, humming loudly as it moved down the black path. But for the most part it appeared many of the two-legs preferred using their own two feet on such a beautiful day. To them, he was non-existent.

Shifting, Pitch let his tail curl around his paws. Despite all the new things to see and smell, it wasn't just sight seeing that he wanted. Rather, Pitch had his eye on the shop across the street. Using the sunny afternoon to his benefit, one of the two-legs had set up something outside in which he was using to prepare some kind of meat to sell to the public. Having never seen it before, Pitch had no idea it was simply chicken, but one thing was for certain, it smelled absolutely delicious. Licking his lips, he watched the vendor closely, gaze locked upon the simmering meat. Pitch was going to get some of that, he was certain, even if he had to grab it right from under the man's nose. The scent was so strong he could almost taste it, there was no way he was going to be sharing this with his family, it would be a waste. For a moment Pitch imagined what his mother would think. She'd probably be scared out of her wits if she knew what he was about to do, and for good reason. But Pitch could do it, no doubt. He just had to wait for the right moment. Who needed hunting? This would be all worth the effort ...

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Ohhoho! Where was Pitchy sneaking all alone? Soot had been crouched deep in the shadows surrounding their den, trying to avoid the heat but ready to die of boredom instead, when a dark shape came crunching by. Peering over the top of a large leaf once he sensed that his brother had moved away a bit, he saw that his denmate looked like someone who did not want to be followed. It was the perfect time to sneak away too, as Fallen was currently looking for Soot, who found it more entertaining to watch and listen to her usual panic than answer her calls.

He couldn't not follow. When Pitch was gone from sight he crept carefully out, sniffed the air, and began to creep quietly after the other kit's fresh scent. To his great delight he was successful at staying unknown. Further and further away from the den they went. When Slate and Pitch went off together Soot tended to wander on his own, and he soon figured out where Pitch was headed. The Twolegplace! And what was he going to do there? It was an alien world, and as such the black kit tended to leave it alone. Fallen always said to stay away from there, and it was quite the distance, at least for their short kit legs, from the den.

What a great idea for an adventure! And the stalking made it double. Even as Pitch approached his destination, Soot did not make himself known, no matter how much he wanted to see the place for himself. He was sure he would in time. Strange scents enveloped them, and Soot twitched his tail in a combination of excitement and nervousness. What was Pitch thinking? If Pitch ever annoyed him again Soot would tell their mother, he ha! Edging forward a little, the Twolegplace and Pitch's back came just barely into view. He didn't know how he would describe it. The strange creatures moving, the hard black path with their monsters, giant square dens and the smell of food mixed with the smell of fumes and unnatural things.

It didn't take too long to see what Pitch had his eyes on. Something holding irresistible looking meat, unknown but probably better than anything they had ever managed to catch in the forest. Soot's belly rumbled a little. This could be their secret if Pitched insisted. It didn't matter, but they were going to share. He waited until his brother looked ready to move, sneakily about to go ahead, that very moment when interruption would be most bothersome, and then.. Crouching down, he sprang over the pot of brightly colored flowers he had been hiding behind and landed suddenly right next to his brother. "PITCH! WASSUP?" he couldn't resist shouting as obnoxiously as possible. The Twolegs themselves were making far too much noise for it to get their attention, but it would certainly get the attention of the feline whose ear he had just screamed into.

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Knowing his planning would have to be precise, the coal colored kitten pressed himself closer to the asphalt, the flat surface grazing his soft stomach. This wasn't going to be easy, that was for sure. He'd have to make it past all those strange, tall creatures before snatching up the tasty morsel; that was if one of the shiny monsters didn't flatten him beneath one of their big, black paws first. Falling into a deep concentration, Pitch waited with baited breath. Ah ha! At last the two-leg had turned away from his meat leaving it completely vulnerable and unprotected, this was his chance. Knowing time was precious, Pitch prepared to dart into the open.

"PITCH! WASSUP?"

Seemingly out of nowhere an ear-splitting voice blared into his ear, shattering his focus completely. Taken off guard, Pitch jumped in alarm, his ebony tail puffed out to twice it's normal size as he backed away on his toes. Frantically he searched for the culprit, heart beat quickening. In no time at all he found himself staring at a very familiar, irritating face. Immediately Pitch relaxed, it was only his idiotic brother ... well, one of the two anyway.

Feeling his frustration rise, Pitch's eyes narrowed deeply, ears flattened as he shot a furious, loathing glare at his bothersome litter mate. "Soot," He snapped through clenched teeth, "You moron, you made me lose my concentration! What the hell are you doing? I didn't invite you along." Claws unsheathing, he scraped them against the cool, flattened ground angrily. Out of all the times he had to show his face, it had to be now? If he didn't get his meal, he was going to flay Soot alive no matter what Fallen had to say about it.

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The look on Pitch's face could very well have caused him to die of laughter. The way he whipped around, and jumped into the air for what seemed like ten miles to Soot, and the murder in his eyes when he finally realized the source of the interruption. Every one of those things alone was enough to do it. As they were, all together, it was all too much. A grin spread across Soot's face, and then the floodgates broke and he hunched over laughing, almost loosing his footing on the unnatural pavement. He knew he had to keep his wits about him in this place, with the unpredictable creatures and killing monsters, the paths of which his companion would surely be only too happy to push him right into. As such he tried to keep it down, but the snuffles of many unsuccessfully suppressed giggles were plain to hear. His mission here? Success.

Green eyes still full of wonderful obnoxious delight, he continued to grin up at Pitch. Even if he had not been able to reply right away he still heard his brother's angry words. Quickly, on light kitten paws, he darted backwards out of the other cat's reach before he did speak, just in case dear Pitch should try to act on the desire to hit him that he was undoubtedly feeling. Why, Soot would think the answer to the question of what he was doing was quite obvious. "I invited myself! So I could make you loose your concentration." he meowed cheekily, laughter now for the most part subsided. He didn't want to stop the chicken moving into their paws or adventure into the twolegplace from happening. The real reason Soot was here was that he wanted to come along too, by invitation or forcing his presence. This behavior wouldn't continue, not if they wanted the plans for the day to pull through. Right now? He was simply fulfilling his duty as a sibling to take every chance to be as annoying as possible.