not bullying [kitty]

[Ten]

There were supposed to be people on the beach which also meant Ten could fool around without getting scolded. As long as whoever he messed around with wasn't of the Moon Clan, then there really wasn't any reason he'd be punished for it- well, maybe it'd be bad if he reignited a war or whatever with the Sun Clan but that wouldn't happen. Probably. He could probably convince them to stop.

On second thought, maybe it wasn't worth seeing some Sun dude's surprised face after he dumped a bunch of spiders on them. It took a long time to collect all the spiders, after all.

With a jar of spiders and a loosely made plan, he sauntered down to the beach, humming to himself. Chucking a bunch of bugs at strangers wasn't really that much of a joke nor was it really funny but it was something to do at least. Good enough to shake off the boredom that had been plaguing him for like, his entire life. Sand slid under his bare feet and he cast his eyes along the coast, looking out for any hint of movement. It had to be impossible for it to be empty, what with things washing up on shore all the time, eventually someone must have been shooed in by the waves to join all the junk.

Eventually he found himself perched in some of the wreckage left on the beach, watching idly as a few people made their way back and forth across the sand. It must've been some kind of refuge, tucked away behind the cover of all this garbage- small, which meant any kind of havoc Ten planned on causing would just be that much more chaotic.

So he dropped the jar and listened to the creaking skittering of insects crawling over ever surface they could cover and the frantic screaming of panic as tiny legs scurried across their skin.

[Kitty]

He had come home with a hesitant face before, bringing news of a stranded stranger that was not of their world. People who were of identical posture but of foreign nature. Everyone thinking her brother to be insane, Kitty cared little about what their village thought, or what people had thought in general. Only what piqued her own interest.

Geared with a pack of jerk and a flint, the girl was off surfing through the trees at dawn and headed towards their island shores.

White sands of coral and scattered accents of debris, it wasn't hard to miss the several wrecks that dotted the beach into the distance. Constructions of wood and other miscellaneous materials, it was an intriguing sight as the gal wandered close.

Serrated fingertips clawed away splinters and cleared dusty planks out of the way, entering a hull from the gaping hole beside it. The interior was akin to a living space, the remains of hammocks hanging around and shattered glass glittering the floor.

Then came noises from the sunny world outside, multiple calls of multiple voices indicating a squad of people in the vicinity. Their contented chatters of life soon escalated into irritated bouts of complaint, a ruckus that followed after a soft thud landed in front of her gaze across opaque boards. Within an instant, the predator was crouched down and focused on the grid around her. There were three hooligans hopping out on the warm sand, disturbed by the wave of panicked critters scampering around them. Then there was the creaking of the deck above her head caused by a small form.

Who was it that was standing above her? Kitty poised herself behind a crate and yanked at the fabric below the person's feet, shattering worn planks as wood bowed to the pulling forces and broke open with splinters raining down and sunshine exploding forth, a beam of spotlight that contrasted the shadows she remained lurking in.

Knives were at the ready in her metallic fingers.