[Insidious]

Bluekit

The young she-kit had traveled a reasonable distance from the nursery, having wanted nothing more than to distance herself from Mistfur and Ebonykit. Of course, she cherished her family and would never think to take either of them for granted – it was so easily done these days, and she couldn't help feeling bad for other kits out there without certain members of their family, ones that would perhaps do anything to have the situation she did despite the weight it placed upon her tiny shoulders – but she couldn't help but find herself disgusted, to a reasonable extent, for both parties. They just had to mistreat Pink-kit, didn't they? It was so utterly lost upon the small gray kitten why they could ever wish to do such a thing – they were family, for StarClan's sake.

Ever since Bluekit had learned of the true nature of Mistfur – Ebonykit, too, ever loyal to her mother – she had taken such miraculous responsibility into her own tiny, youthful paws to ensure that Pink-kit would never feel entirely out of place. It was a lot for someone so young to plan on doing, but Bluekit lived up to the reputation with ease. It was because of this drive to protect Pink-kit's shy, if not completely reserved nature that she was out-and-about in TreeClan's camp – without the permission of her parents, but not that it bothered her – in search of her albino litter-mate. Bluekit wasn't oblivious to the pain the sun's rays often caused her sister, just as far from oblivion she was in regards to Pink-kit's tendency to venture outside anyhow. She wanted to find her – having not had any success in the nursery, though she couldn't blame her for wanting an escape while Mistfur was in there – and make sure she was doing okay, and not being picked on by anyone, or anything for the matter. Surely, any such creature would be destined to face the wrath of young, courageous Bluekit. She was far from violent when such behaviour was unnecessary, but she'd do just about anything if it meant she'd be defending someone that, otherwise, would be helpless.

Pausing mid-stride, the she-kit skimmed her surroundings thoughtfully. She sighed softly, blue eyes unable to pick up the familiar white coat and pink eyes of her sister, allowing her haunches to fold into a clumsy, kit-like sit. Bluekit glanced over her shoulders toward the nursery, knowing with all of her being that it was only a matter of time before Mistfur stopped focusing on Ebonykit and sought to give Bluekit her turn for attention. Honestly, she didn't want the attention. Pink-kit's turn for it was long overdue, if her personal opinion was to be taken into consideration.

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It was odd how she'd become suddenly... Aware of the attention she received, most of which was unintentional, and unwanted. She'd begun to notice it when she'd properly become Zephyrfang's mate. Perhaps it had been the discussion about her name. Silentsong... She thought to herself, once more trying to test out the name Zephyrfang had suggested for her, instead of Brokensong. Her eyes narrowed fractionally as she mulled it over in her head, thought about the things that had been said. Did others really think her broken, simply due to her name? Surely it was nothing but something to call her?

Sure... Lionstar had been named for his similar appearance to the creature of old, and Grayowl had been named for his gray coloration... And Feathercloud had been named after her feather-light laugh... Silverpaw because of her silvery-gray color... Sixtoes because... Well because of his six toes... But surely it wasn't always so specific! Skyfall didn't look like the sky at all, nor had he ever fallen from the sky, to her knowledge! And Nobleheart... Well he certainly didn't look like a heart, and she had no idea what noble looked like, per say... But even if he was a cat with a noble heart, surely his mother couldn't have known that when he was a kit!

A name could simply be a name, right? Then why was it suddenly hurting her so much? Her ears tipped back slightly as she padded from the warrior's den, out towards the entrance to camp. Her eyes were slightly dull, having lost some of the shine that made them so beautiful most of the time. Her plume like tail moved slowly behind her, waving to and fro at an obviously distracted pace. It was as she was crossing the camp that she felt it.

Her gaze snapped up, glancing around camp. Her tail dropped slightly, tucking ever so slightly between her legs at the sudden unsettlement that wrapped over her. She felt the sharp sting of eyes on her, as though someone were watching her, judging her. Her breath hitched slightly, her heart dropping in her chest. Perhaps the Clan really did think she was broken after all... She looked around, but couldn't find the culprit of the unsettling feeling. When she looked about, she saw Crimsonpaw disappearing into the apprentice's den, and Skyfall padding past the fresh-kill pile, stopping there to grab something to eat.

She felt her pelt prickle along her spine, and suddenly felt the urge to turn tail and dart back into the safety of the warrior's den. At least there, she could hide in that back, curl herself up tightly so that no one would care to pay attention to her, no one would judge the broken she-cat. She felt the sudden stinging of tears in her eyes, but forced herself to blink them away, taking a steadying breath and standing at her proper height once more. Her tail continued its uncertain rhythm as she walked forward, one step at a time, ever so slowly.

It was as she was passing near the nursery that a kit caught her eye. Blinking down at Bluekit, the beautiful tortoiseshell tabby paused, intrigued for a moment by the little she-cat. She tipped her head slightly, before offering a gentle smile and a dip of her head. She waved her tail to Bluekit, a silent rumble in her chest at the sight of TreeClan's young life. And then the thought swept over her once more, leaving her fighting to ensure the smile remained on her lips. What if she thinks I'm broken too..?

[Insidious]

Bluekit

Unable to process any feelings that surpassed her overwhelming concern for Pink-kit's whereabouts and overall security momentarily disabled her natural senses, having failed to pick up on the approach of Brokensong until the pretty she-cat stood directly before her, small ears pricking to indicate her newly found alertness as frosty blue eyes traveled the length of the warrior's face until reaching her eyes, steadily fixed within the depths of her own. Bluekit blinked slowly, examining Brokensong's smile with a curious expression morphed upon her tiny, non-threatening kitten jaw. She wasn't shy in the presence of those that, perhaps, excelled her upon levels of maturity. Factually, she acted precisely the same towards both kitten and leader alike. Ever one that pushed for equality spread evenly amongst all, she felt lowly in regards to differentiating statuses, this being how she was able to peer up at Brokensong with a distanced look in her innocent eyes, rounded with all of the youth that could be expected of an unknowing kit.

“Hi Brokensong,” Bluekit greeted with a small dip of her head, knowing all too well that the tortoiseshell warrior was unable to respond, but feeling driven to address her regardless. Brokensong's inability to speak fascinated Bluekit, finding herself reasonably mesmerized by the qualities that effected this feline's persona. She hadn't spent a lot of time in her presence, therefore leading so forth to determine she lacked knowledge upon her general behavioral patterns. Bluekit knew not how Brokensong regarded what most likely considered a disability, but all she knew was that she found it remarkable, and that despite the reputation it placed atop her head like a personalized banner, it proved her far more courageous than the majority for simply being able to face the world with something that perhaps always had her one step behind.

“You haven't seen my sister, Pink-kit, around have you? I can't find her anywhere, and I won't be able to settle down until I know that she's okay.” With all the impatience of an ordinary kitten, Bluekit's tiny gray paws shuffled anxiously, indicating to the observational eye that she was unable to handle not knowing where her sibling currently resided. It was of utmost importance to her that Pink-kit was all right – that she was safe, secure, and away from the hostilities that accompanied her every-day problems. Her own safety, security and problems would always come second. There were so many other cats out there that needed someone to rely on, and Bluekit was prepared to be that someone. She had nothing holding her back from one day being the capable, prosperous warrior that she knew she could be. Pink-kit, on the other paw, had certain... attributes that would make her journey to success more of an obstacle – such a realization doubling the fire that already burned in Bluekit's chest, wanting nothing more than to put her own needs aside in favour of helping her sister.

Sure, she was just a simple-minded kit, but there was no reason why, even in her young age, she couldn't manage to handle both, right?

Noting that she was growing a little too consumed by her own thoughts, Bluekit disregarded her inner comments, light blue eyes fleetingly landed themselves within Brokensong's own steady gaze. It was only when she performed this action that she realized how sorrowful the warrior's expression remained, able to see directly through the smile she sported and instead into the emotions hidden within her glassy stare. A frown slowly crept upon Bluekit's muzzle, her head tilting slightly to the side to indicate her mild confusion. She didn't want to see Brokensong looking so sad – if there was anything, at all, that Bluekit could do to help she would most certainly go out of her way to do it. It was what she did for this clan, wasn't it? Offered herself as that pleasant “shoulder to cry on” for those who required the extra assistance; needless to say that Brokensong needed a kit in her times of despair, but a kit had to be better than nothing at all.

Of course, Bluekit hardly considered herself as being just some random kit – she didn't need to be classified a warrior to be of aid in some way.

“Are you okay, Brokensong? You seem upset.” Stating the obvious, Bluekit peered upon the pretty tortoiseshell with genuinely interested eyes, graciously shuffling her small body closer to the older she-cat; she wanted to comfort her, to make sure she could leave this conversation feeling happy again, to know that she didn't need to feel any less content than the rest of the clan for having a disability. She was just like everybody else, and though Bluekit had no way of knowing such as being the route of her problematic thoughts, she was unable to help herself from jumping to the conclusion. “You don't have to be upset you know. You have just as much a right as everyone else in TreeClan to feel happy, and you shouldn't let anybody else get in your head, if that's what's up with you.” A smile decorated Bluekit's tiny muzzle, icy blue eyes alight with a certain aura of gentleness, wanting nothing more than to erase the depression that glistened in the warrior's gaze. “You're a warrior, so I can only guess that you've achieved lots and proved yourself in a number of ways. That's only one reason why someone like me – waiting for my turn in the nursery! – can look up to you, Brokensong. You should be happy.”

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Admittedly, the tortoiseshell she-cat was a little surprised by the intensity behind Bluekit's gaze when the little she-cat met her stare evenly, eyes focused upon her hazel-green gaze as though they were totally equal. Still, she quickly found herself distracted by the topic of conversation the little she-kit picked. It was obvious to Brokensong that Bluekit cared about her sister, Pink-kit. For a brief moment, Brokensong wondered what it was like to have a sibling. She had been born an only kit, and her parents had never had the opportunity to have another litter of kits after her. It must be nice, to have someone who you could connect with...

At the young kit's question, Brokensong frowned slightly, straightening and gazing about, her hazel-green eyes searching out the familiar white and pink shape that she knew to be Bluekit's sister. Her tortoiseshell ears were pricked, flicking about as she strained to hear the sound of little paws that might announce the whereabouts of the kit in question. When she had no success in finding the she-kit, Brokensong turned her focus back towards Bluekit, an apologetic look crawling over her face as she gave a slight shake of her head, an indication that she had not seen Pink-kit.

Before she could really finish her movement, however, her attention was snagged by Bluekit's stare. When the she-kit shuffled closer, the older she-cat tipped her head down, so that she could stay focused upon the kit in question. Beautiful green eyes blinked rapidly in shock for a moment as she listened to the young she-cat's question. Before she could even begin to formulate a physical reaction to try and cover up her slightly darkened mood, the blue eyed kit had launched into some sort of reassurance speech, directed at none other than the mute tortoiseshell tabby before her.

Stunned into silence... Er... Immobility, the beautiful she-cat took a moment to just... Stare. Slowly, a smile crept onto her face, a true smile this time. She let her self sink to a sit, and then slip down so that she was lying on the ground in front of Bluekit, almost at eye-level for the seated she-cat. Her plume of a tail wrapped around her body, twitching rather contently as a silent purr flourished in her chest. Bluekit's words seemed to give her a burst of reassurance, clearing the dark thoughts from her mind, at least temporarily.

With a beckoning motion, the mute she-cat silently asked Bluekit to approach, waiting until the little she-cat was closer. Moving gently, careful not to knock the poor cat off her paws, Brokensong used one of her paws to grasp Bluekit's. She pressed Bluekit's little paw to the soft fur on her chest, where she was certain the little kit would be able to feel the purr that reverberated through her. Gently touching her nose to the top of Bluekit's head, she allowed her touch to linger for a moment, her off-green eyes drifting closed for a heartbeat. She wasn't sure whether the kit would understand, and had Zephyrfang been nearby, she knew that he would have been able to offer the translation. Thank you...

She stayed still for a little longer, until finally, she pulled back, releasing Bluekit's paw, and rising from her lying position. There was a sort of determination to her now as she looked around once more, obviously searching for something, or someone. Looking back towards Bluekit, she tossed her head slightly, before motioning to Bluekit with her tail. Tipping her head to the side, obviously in a sort of questioning manner, Brokensong tapped her paw on the ground once, before motioning for Bluekit to follow her.

They were going to find Pink-kit.

[Insidious]

Bluekit

She did not fret as Brokensong reached out for her, instead remaining seated in content silence, allowing the mute she-cat to do as she pleased with the kit's tiny paw. Her muscles seemingly evaporated, all instincts of motion erased in favour of seeing precisely what the tortoiseshell warrior had in store for her, more than interested in what thoughts bubbled just beneath the surface, utterly present yet unable to be communicated. Blue eyes blinked thoughtfully once her paw was firmly pressed against Brokensong's chest, tilting her head to the side as a sign of her intrigue, waiting patiently for whatever it was that the warrior sought for Bluekit to take recognition of. Surely enough, she could feel it: a purr rumbling softly in the base of the she-cat's throat, something that would have otherwise been undetected hadn't her small gray paw been placed precisely where it was. Of course, words would have made far more sense to the youthful kitten, but she knew better than to expect such to occur while she was in the presence of Brokensong. She dipped her head slightly, a grin progressing across her features to indicate that, to some extent, she understood. Bluekit could only assume from the new smile, the real one, upon the warrior's muzzle that she had cherished the speech Bluekit had offered to her. For this, Bluekit was thoroughly pleased. She wanted nothing more than to make those around her happy, and it only proved that she was being successful in this, her unassigned duties, by seeing that grin spread across Brokensong's jaw.

When Brokensong rose again, glancing about the camp with clear determination inscribed within the depths of her hazel-green eyes, Pink-kit suddenly returned to the forefront of her thoughts. Bluekit mimicked the warrior's bodily movements, placing herself gently at the older she-cat's side, following her sights in hopes of locating her sibling. She acknowledged the warrior's gesture with a nod, small steps allowing the she-kit to advance in Brokensong's wake. She knew not what had informed her of the unspoken words that lingered between them, but she knew that Brokensong wanted to help her find her sister. She was grateful for the assistance, knowing with all of her heart that two pairs of observant eyes would make for far better progress than simply one. It was while the duo were walking forward, however, that Bluekit felt inclined to speak on the behalf of why it had been so urgent for her to locate Pink-kit. After all, she could not expect Brokensong's time to be dwindled away with what was, surely, a pointless search to soothe the nerves of a worried sibling without holding knowledge of the reasoning behind it. Bluekit, of course, had her reasons and plenty of them. She felt solemnly responsible for the happenings of Pink-kit, and she could not help but feel as if she was failing both Pink-kit and herself by not knowing where she was, how she was doing, and whether or not everything was okay at all waking hours.

Perhaps, in the future, she'd begin to realize that she could not solely focus upon others – there would come a few occasions where she'd need to let the spotlight be shed upon herself. But as a kit, so it seemed there was few, if any, factors that played into this. She did not have to focus upon herself for the time being – she was not an apprentice in training, nor was she a warrior defending her clan – therefore she had plenty of spare time for activities such as this. It made her feel like herself; Bluekit was simply being Bluekit when she was striving to the aid of those she believed required it.

“It might seem silly that I'm always worried about my sister, but I can't help it sometimes.” Bluekit mumbled in a lowly toned voice, her gaze curtly traveling amidst her surroundings, landing anywhere but directly in Brokensong's gaze. She didn't often like to tell others about why her bond with Pink-kit was so strong, but she felt as though Brokensong could be trusted. It wasn't like any of it was a big secret, anyway. Everyone knew that she strove to protect her sister; it had grown increasingly apparent of her throughout the days. “There are so many cats out there that mistreat her, and I don't think it's fair. Even Mistfur doesn't give her the attention she deserves, and it's for stuff that I can't begin to understand.” The fur along the back of the kit's neck began to stand straight as pins, growing angry with her mother by merely speaking of her. Mistfur's actions were unusual to Bluekit, and she couldn't find it within herself to care for her mother on the level she knew that she very well could when her love wasn't, in turn, being shared equally. She viewed Pink-kit as if she had a problem, like she was some kind of a monster. But that was hardly the case: Pink-kit was the nicest cat Bluekit knew, and she had grown to respect her sister highly for possessing such an admirable quality. There was nothing wrong with her, and Bluekit would never believe otherwise. “I don't mean to be telling you all of this, Brokensong. Like I said, it might seem silly – but I guess I need to make sure she's doing okay when nobody else feels the need to do it. Everybody needs somebody to look out for them.” Bluekit huffed, finally having decided to conclude her speech. In a weird way, the words she spoke – although phrased unspecific, lacking the general complexity that came with a mature adult's sentences – were somewhat wise, given her age.

With all of the dangerous felines that had lately been released upon TreeClan, it was perhaps a glimmer of hope to see their youngest generation showing such exceptional qualities. There would always be a hierarchy to respect, but Bluekit would knowingly be there to see through the statuses and down to the core, the place where equality lay at rest.

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Had she been able to speak, she wouldn't have lied, and would have easily admitted that the amount of information that Bluekit was dishing out was a little shocking. Especially the news that even their own mother didn't seem to pay the due attention to one of her kits. She frowned slightly, her mind drifting for a brief moment to a silver warrioress by the name of Feathercloud. There had been many a times when she had sat by Feathercloud, listening to her distraught words about the attitude her parents carried towards her. Of course, the situation here was a little bit different...

Whereas Feathercloud's probelm had bloomed to existence after the death of her sister as a kit... Well the only explanation the mute warrioress could come up with as a reason, albeit a silly one, for Mistfur's attitude towards Pink-kit was the fact that Pink-kit was different. It wasn't often that you saw a little white kitten with pink eyes, but if you were to ask Brokensong, this just made Pink-kit all the more interesting. It didn't mean you should treat her any differently than any other kit. That was like... Preferring one kit because they had blue eyes, rather than green eyes like the rest of their siblings. Absolutely ridiculous.

Being a master at reading body language, the tortoiseshell tabby she-cat was able to pick up on the slight pricking of fur at the base of the she-kit's neck. Hazel-green eyes blinked for a moment, surprised by just how much this was bothering her. For a kit, Bluekit seemed to be quite mature. It was impressive, fascinating even. After a slight hesitation to allow Bluekit to conclude her little speech, Brokensong's soft, plume like tail flicked forth, gently trailing down Bluekit's spine in a simple, soothing motion, meant to flatten the fur there once more.

Her tail soon moved to gently tip Bluekit's face up towards hers, offering her a reassuring smile, almost as though she were telling the she-cat that she understood what she was saying. Her off-green gaze sparkled with an intelligence that never seemed to be able to come forth, blocked by the wall that was her inability to properly communicate. Though she often found little ways to at least partially describe what she was thinking, the full depth of her mind could never quite be understood, simply because she couldn't tell you what was bothering her, why she was sad.

It could be a lonely world when you were trapped in your own mind.

If only I could tell her that StarClan sees what is in your heart, not how you appear... And that in the end, it matters only what StarClan thinks, for they are the final destination for us all.

After a brief moment of pondering, the mute torbie decided that she could at least try and communicate the first bit of what she wanted to say. Perhaps if she was able to make Bluekit understand the beginning, she could figure out the end. She may be young, but she was a smart kit, she had proven that already. Slowly her head tipped up towards the sky, her tail moving away from Bluekit's chin to wave a slow arc towards the sky. StarClan...

Once finished with the movement, she let her eyes drift closed, inviting the darkness to replace the light that surrounded them. Moving her head so that it was no longer pointed to the sky, Brokensong let her hazel eyes snap open, locking with Bluekit's with a near startling intensity, though her usual gentleness was still present, drifting in the back of her eyes. Sees...

Her tail returned this time, flicking towards Bluekit as she simultaneously motioned gently with her nose. Her movements were almost elegant, as though, to her, communication was a sort of dance. Trying to make others understand solely through movements was possibly one of the trickiest things she had ever encountered, but she would never give up. With her pointing finished, she was approaching her end. Your...

Lifting a paw, Brokensong moved smoothly to press it to her chest. As she breathed, so could feel the gentle thudding of her heart, somewhere behind her ribcage. It was a simple movement, and she could only hope Bluekit would understand. Heart...

After allowing that to sink in for a moment, Brokensong gently drew Bluekit into a soft embrace with her feathery tail. Gently rasping her tongue over Bluekit's ear as a mother might with their own kit, Brokensong silently let the little she-kit know that, no matter what, if she needed someone to speak to, or if Bluekit ever needed someone to look out for her once in a while... She would be there. Always...

She couldn't describe the attachment she felt to the little kit. Perhaps it was the simple fact that she was so young. Perhaps it was her earlier speech. She didn't know, but she understood that she felt some sort of connection to Bluekit, and almost felt... Jealous that Mistfur had kits, and treated some better than the others, when Brokensong, who would never think of doing such a thing, had none. Pushing the thoughts to the back of her mind, Brokensong released Bluekit with one final smile before her jaws parted once more, and her position straightened, attention returning to the task at paw.

[Insidious]

Bluekit

She felt the touch of Brokensong's tail underneath her chin, the she-kit responding with a gentle notion, twisting her head upward so that she was now meeting the warrior's hazel-green eyes, examining her reassuring smile before offering one of her own. She came to a sudden halt, able to decipher that there was something Brokensong wished to communicate with her with the glaze newly written across her expression. Normally, Bluekit didn't make time for such frequent pauses when a matter, much like Pink-kit, was at the forefront of her mind. With Brokensong, however, it was somewhat different. She had nothing but patience for the mute warrior, knowing that it took an abnormal amount of time to create a sentence, unlike it did for someone like herself. Bluekit would, of course, be willing to gift Brokensong with the time she needed. She was thoroughly curious of the words that perpetually sat on the tip of her tongue, and it was this curiousity that gave Bluekit the patience she required to settle down for a few heartbeats and keep her frosty hued eyes fixated upon the tortoiseshell she-cat.

She watched, her gaze but an intent display of analysis, as the she-cat's head and tail both motioned fluidly to the sky, Bluekit's gaze momentarily wavering from Brokensong to follow her gesture, glancing into the clouds and ever-stretching blanket of blue pigmentation above. From her previous speech, she knew that where would only be one purpose behind the she-cat wanting to redirect her attention to the sky, and that was StarClan. Bluekit's innocent eyes returned to Brokensong's own, nodding to reassure the she-cat that, so far, she was following along. Her next gesture was a bit more mysterious, Bluekit's eyes narrowing substantially in her greatest attempts at pinpointing the word it was meant to represent: eyes, staring, closed eyes? Her lip formed a small frown, but she nodded regardless, not wanting Brokensong to try any harder than she likely already was to make her words clear. Bluekit understood her next notion immediately, the flick of the warrior's tail against her light gray fur obviously referencing to her in general. Her next one took a little bit of examination on Bluekit's part, but a paw placed delicately in the area where one's heart lay indicated to the young she-kit that it was the heart she was seeking to interpret. With a final nod processed, her eyelids faded shut upon having her smaller-than-average frame enclosed in some form of a cat-like embrace. She felt the rasping of Brokensong's tongue against her ear and accepted the action for what it was, not drawing away – not even flinching – until Brokensong pulled away first. Blue eyes matched off-green, a smile forming along the she-kit's tiny jaw as she put the pieces together: Starclan eyes your heart mother?

It didn't make a lot of sense, but she tried to find a generalized meaning behind it anyway.

Despite Mistfur's mistreatment of Pink-kit, it was not a common perspective shared amongst the whole clan. There would be many out there, and not just Bluekit, that would cherish Pink-kit – the idea of it brought a gleam to the she-kit's blue eyes.

It was with a spur of luck that she caught glimpse of her sister's fur, her head quickly snapping in the known direction to ensure her eyes did not deceive her. Surely enough, it was Pink-kit: she was seated beneath a concealment of shrubbery, likely having taken shelter from the sunlight, but outside nonetheless. “Pink-kit!” Bluekit called aloud, her body instinctively advancing in her sister's direction – she had nearly forgotten about Brokensong, but managed to save it by throwing a glance over her shoulders, a grin decorating her muzzle followed by a small signal for her to follow. Upon reaching Pink-kit's side, Bluekit's body folded into a hasty sit, a huff of both exhaustion and relief sounding from her muzzle. “I've been looking everywhere for you, Pink-kt. I thought you were in trouble – thank StarClan you are not.” The kitten's eyes traveled the length of Pink-kit's small frame, as if required to have proof that she was, in fact, not in trouble. Suddenly, Bluekit's attention returned to where she assumed Brokensong would be standing, fondness inscribed within her eyes as she matched the older she-cat's own. “Thank you for helping me find my sister, Brokensong. It meant a lot to me.” The tiny gray kitten pressed her head gently into the warrior's leg for a moment before pulling away, her gaze evenly matching her sister's own vibrant pink.

“We should go back to the nursery now, Pink-kit – are your eyes bothering you? – don't worry about mom, I'll sit in there with you.” There was no question about it: Bluekit would be sitting with her as if Pink-kit was her post and it was ever her duty to defend her.

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Pink-kit lay in her newest shady spot, relatively happy with how her day had started off. She’d woken up first, as she’d gotten used to doing; before the sun had risen above the horizon, but was still gently lighting the sky. She enjoyed dawn on sunny days; she could play out in the camp without worrying about the sun burning her pelt or her eyes. As she was playing with a beetle she’d found, practicing her pouncing, Nighthawk had appeared and let her practice on his fluffy tail. Her father’s tail had to be one of her favorite toys of all time. After a little while he had stopped her and asked if she would like to see outside of camp. She’d leapt at the opportunity to see what was beyond the confines of camp. He had assured her they wouldn’t be gone for very long, but she didn’t care. The chance to get out of camp for even a little while was exciting enough for one who had never left.

The journey to the special place her father had apparently wanted to take her had been a bit tiring for one who never had far to travel, but it had DEFINTELY been worth it. She had squeaked in awe as her father brushed his tail over her eyes and nudged her forward to see the gorgeous clearing full of flowers of every color ever. She had pounced amongst them, flattening some and batting at others and enjoying the sweet scent in the air before her father had drawn her close and told her to really look at the flowers around them.

“Look at all the colors, Pink-kit. The purple ones are not any better than the yellow ones or the orange ones. They are all different, but all special, and all beautiful.” He had rasped his tongue lovingly between her ears, “Together, they make an even more amazing beauty.”

She had tilted her head then, as she looked around, “What do you mean?”

He reached down and plucked up one flower by the stem, a pale blue-ish purple flower and held it out to her at eye level for a moment before setting it down to speak, “Is it pretty?”

Pink-kit nodded, “Oh, yes!” Her quiet voice was pitched with excitement.

Her father nodded, “Look at the flowers again, Pink-kit. Imagine they all look like this purple flower. They are the same color, and the same shape.” He paused as she looked around and frowned slightly, then curled his tail around her, “Cats are the same way, Pink-kit.” She looked up at him with wide pink eyes and he purred and nuzzled her small cheek, “We are all more beautiful because we are all different.”

When they’d gotten back to camp, the sun as beginning to shine and her father gave her another lick between the ears before heading out for a hunting patrol whilst Pink-kit found her nice shady spot to rest in. Her limbs were weary from the journey and she had curled up for a nap, forgetting everything except the pretty flowers and her father’s words. She dreamed she was playing in the flowers again. The sun was shining brightly but it didn’t hurt. Then Bluekit was there too!

“Pink-kit!”

She woke with a start and looked around blearily as her sister bounded toward her. Sitting up, she yawned and blinked apologetically at her worried sibling. She peered out from the shrubbery at Brokensong, huddling a little closer to Bluekit and feeling suddenly shy and self-conscious. “I’m sorry, Bluekit… I didn’t mean to make you worry.” Her voice was hardly above a whisper as her ears flicked back. She felt bad now. She should have let Bluekit know she was going somewhere. She knew her sister worried about her a lot. Now she'd wished she'd thought to ask if Bluekit could have gone with them. She was sure Bluekit would have loved that flower field too.

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The mute warrioress and the little kit hadn't been searching for very much longer when Bluekit's voice suddenly seemed to explode into existence. Brokensong nearly jumped at the strength of the excitement behind the call, her head swinging around until she caught sight of the little white bundle of fur they had been searching for. Pink-kit was just emerging from what seemed to have been her new hiding place. With a smile dancing over her features, the tortoiseshell tabby she-cat would have remained where she was, allowing the two sisters their private time, had Bluekit not glanced over her shoulder, motioning that Brokensong should follow.

The warrioress moved slower than the little kit, taking it one step at a time. She watched almost curiously as the two sisters met, still beneath a shady place, so that Pink-kit might be saved from the sun's damaging rays. Seeing the reunion of the two sisters was heartwarming, though Brokensong would be lying if she'd said she didn't feel as though she were intruding. Her tail danced behind her, a particularly nervous dance that told those who knew her that she felt just a tiny bit out of place with the current situation.

Pink-kit's timidity certainly didn't help Brokensong feel any more comfortable being there. Letting her eyes wander for a moment, the mute she-cat thought about leaving the two of them in peace. It would seem, however, that Bluekit would trap her once more. Bluekit was suddenly speaking to her, causing the she-cat to glance back down in the smaller cat's direction. With a slight dip of her face, the beautiful she-cat attempted to let Bluekit know that helping her had been no trouble at all, and that she would easily do it again, no questions asked, if the need for her help were ever to arise again.

When Bluekit began speaking to her sister about returning to the nursery, Brokensong glanced over one shoulder, evaluating the distance between the area in which they were currently standing, and the goal of the trip, the sheltered safety of the nursery. After a moment or two of pondering, Brokensong stepped forward, shifting and moving until she was standing between the sun's rays and the two kits in question. With a pleased curling of her tail, Brokensong's hazel-green eyes landed upon the two younger she-cat's once more, though they focused more upon Bluekit, hoping she would understand.

With a slight motioning of her head, Brokensong indicated her shadow, which now stretched a large enough distance for two kits to walk, easily. Smiling gently, hoping not to frighten or startle Pink-kit, she waited silently for the two of them to make their next move. Whether her aid was accepted or not, Brokensong figured that it would be much more polite of her to offer it. And if it meant that they did take it, and that she helped them, even in such a tiny way... Well it would have been a gesture that was worth her time.

[Insidious]

Bluekit

She could see that her sister was uncomfortable from the way she regarded Brokensong, the slight spark it ignited within her unique eyes capturing Bluekit's attention, the gray furred sibling diminishing with what distance remained between the pair in favour of pressing her muzzle into the base of her sister's shoulder. “It's okay,” the she-kit mewed pleasantly, her tail flicking contently behind her. “all that matters is that nothing happened to you. I would have just about had to run to the edges of this forest if I wasn't able to find you!” Her voice dripped of pure nonsense, the words clearly out of a kit's simple-minded paws – the honesty within her statement remained in tact nonetheless, such a phrase speaking of the true bond shared between the two sisters.

Bluekit pulled away from Pink-kit when a shadow was suddenly cast over them, small ears pricking out of curiousity as she glanced expectantly in the warrior's direction. A smile tugged at the corner of the TreeClan kitten's lip, pivoting and approaching the mute she-cat with confident strides. Upon reaching Brokensong's front leg, she spared a thoughtful glance in Pink-kit's direction, beckoning her reserved blood-relation closer with a fond gesture. She knew that Pink-kit likely felt out of place in Brokensong's presence, unknowing as to whether or not she could be open with the warrior. Bluekit, however, believed with all of her heart that Brokensong was of a genuinely kind persona. She trusted the warrior, and she wanted Pink-kit to hone such trust as well. “Brokensong is really nice, Pink-kit, so you don't have to worry about a thing! She'll help us back to the nursery, see?” Bluekit placed a delicate paw in the shadow Brokensong provided, averting her sister's attention to the protection it offered from the sun's rays. After she was satisfied that Pink-kit knew what she was talking about, frosty hued eyes returned to her, waiting for her to emerge from the foliage and take placement at Bluekit's side.

Bluekit understood, as far as sympathy allowed her to, that her sister faced numerous challenges due to her appearance. She couldn't imagine having to deal with the disgust Pink-kit received from both Mistfur and Ebonykit, but that was precisely what she was here for. Bluekit wanted to help, and it was ever clear in her warm, inviting gaze. Pink-kit was not entitled to a life of misery, and she could always rely on her most trustworthy sibling to be there for her when needed, prepared to walk to the ends of the earth if it meant she, too, would understand such was not her entitlement.