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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 350px; height: 380px; background-color:#E3E3E3; border-left: 30px solid #883a2f; border-bottom:30px solid #883a2f; border-top:30px solid #883a2f; border-right: 30px solid #883a2f;] BLAZEHAWK Blazehawk honestly thought about it before he replied, trying to think of any safe place for them to rest until the storm was over. "You'll be safest in the camp," Blazehawk reassured, nodding to them both. "LightningClan territory is fairly low and flat, so there's no guarantee that any other shelters wouldn't flood. But the camp is on the top of a slight hill, so it will be safest." He twitched his whiskers in amusement as Russetkit rushed off in a random direction; padding forward, he overtook the little tom in a few long strides, nudging him back around. "It's the other way, Russetstar," he noted, leading the pair through the undergrowth into LightningClan territory. He felt safe again with the scents of his home Clan enveloping him. The trip was fairly short, traversing over open plain while they were being buffeted by winds; by the time they reached the camp, the rain was coming down in gusts, buffeting the trio and dampening Blazehawk's thick, striped pelt. He turned around, flicking water from his whiskers. "Wait here," he told them, dipping his head to stay on eye-level with Russetkit. "You hear? Stay. I have to tell my Clanmates you're here." He turned around and disappeared through the bramble screen, cutting clear across the clearing to where one of his Clanmates was standing by the fresh-kill pile. A questioning of the tom informed him that Emberstar had been caught out in the weather too, and wouldn't be back for some time at the least. He nodded, hiding a bit of relief. He explained in a quiet voice that a kit had been caught out in the weather at StarClan's Claws and he was bringing it into the camp. Ignoring the stares he received, he returned to the entrance to wave the two in with his tail. "It's okay, come in." Blazehawk nudged Russetkit along towards the currently-empty nursery, where they could dry off and rest in peace away from the prying eyes. After a moment he padded over to the fresh-kill pile, picking up a rabbit in his jaws and carrying it into the den, sitting cross from them. "Prey," he supplied helpfully, nudging the rabbit towards them. "I know you prefer fish, but I hope this is sufficient. It may be a while before you can return to your own territory." Moving himself carefully so that the diligently watching LightningClan cats couldn't see the new guests, he purred warmly at Russetkit. "What do you think of the camp, Russetstar?" and you thought the world would end if you just looked the other way thanks brooklyn from atf

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Roselight

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She felt quite pitiable, coming in from the rain with a kit in her mouth and her luxurious fur looking a lot less luxurious as it plastered itself to her lithe body. Roselight was used to giving the appearance of a medium-sized cat of great dignity and independence, but right now, all she felt was small, cold, edgy, wet and incredibly grateful. It took all of her strength to keep Russetkit from darting off and getting into everything, and the last thing she wanted as for him to go sticking his nose where he shouldn't. The scent of the LightningClan cats and their camp kept her instinctively cautious, on alert for anyone who would disagree with them being here, and as such she fell into a state of mock dignity, Roselight wanting to ensure that RainClan didn't look weak because of this whole situation.
"Thank you, really,"

[/color] Roselight mewed with sincerity, fixing the LightningClan deputy with a blue-green gaze full of gratitude. Roselight may've preferred doing things on her own, but on the few occasions in which she needed help, she had always given her thanks to those who had come out of their way to aid her. Taking them in and feeding them? She didn't know a lot of Clan deputies that were willing to do what Blazehawk just did, and Roselight had grown to greatly respect the LightningClan deputy because of this. He was no doubt going to get some flack for it later, and thus his compassionate act made him stand out even further.
Great, she thought inwardly, having always paid no mind to the chatter from the younger she-cat warriors when they discussed Blazehawk, Lionstep and a handful of other 'eligible toms' in the forest, He doesn't just look nice, he's also practically a saint. Her whiskers twitched with amusement.

Alright, so the guy wasn't that bad.

Russetkit had all the energy of a rechargeable battery, and being in a new place with two of his favorite cats had been more than enough to stoke the fires of his curiosity once more. "This place is really cool! Can't everyone see us from here? Is it true that there are a lot of foxes on your territory? It's so open! Doesn't it feel like you're being watched all the time? Can I jump on that hilltop over there? Why are you covered in stripes, anyway? Was your Daddy from TigerClan?" Russetkit was perhaps a bit over stimulated, and Roselight quickly nudged the young cat towards the rabbit, licking the excess water off the top of his head, not wanting him to catch a cold. "Say your thanks to Blazehawk for the meal and the shelter,"[/color] mewed Roselight, and Russetkit was all too happy to do so, his mouth watering at the sight of such tasty food. Sure it wasn't fish, but it smelled so warm, unlike the fish Roselight usually brought him.
"Thanks Blazehawk!"[/color] He took a big mouthful, munching happily and spraying a little bit when he opened his mouth to speak again, "Y'know, I thought you were Tigerstar when I first bumped into you - but you're way too nice to be that ol' soggy bag of evil bones! Right Roselight? Right?"[/color]
Roselight let out a low 'mrr-ow-ow-ow' of laughter.
"Don't talk with your mouth open, Russetkit."[/color] The pretty she-cat groomed the kitten's fur quickly, making sure he wasn't catching a cold, though she stole a glance at Blazehawk out of the corners of his eyes. You're absolutely right, Russetkit. Definitely no Tigerstar.
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Dovesong

Dovesong lifted her head from where she’d been dozing in a secluded corner of the nursery to look around at the sudden voices that had appeared, and the strange scent. Her pale gaze first focused on Blazehawk, before noticing the strangers. Curiously, she scented the air again. RainClan. There was no mistaking that fishy smell they carried. While she was a bit surprised to have two RainClan cats sitting not far from her and her three kits, she was more curious than anything.

She blinked in surprise as she felt small paws climbing over her and looked back to see Frostkit was awake, though her brothers were still sound asleep. The fluffy she-kit clambered over her mother’s back and bounded toward the strangers sitting with their deputy, “Hi! Who are you?”

Dovesong remained where she was, afraid that moving would wake her sons, “Be polite now, Frostkit, and don’t bother anyone.” She looked to Blazehawk who, other than looked soaked from the rain, was as calm as could be. “Clearly we’re not under attack,” she mrrowed with amusement, “Surely even RainClan would not attack during a downpour like this.” Her tail flicked dismissively, but her eyes were bright and friendly, “Welcome to LightningClan. I’m Dovesong, the ball of fluff over there with you is Frostkit.”

“I’m not a ball of fluff!” she cried indignantly, her fur fluffing out to further prove that she was just that. Dovesong purred and laid her head upon her paws. Frostkit turned back to look at Russetkit, apparently quite taken with the young tom who smelled so different from her, “You smell funny!”

Dovesong raised her head, rather horrified at her daughter’s rude words, “Frostkit! Apologize!”

Frostkit turned to her mother, her ears laying flat, “But they do….”

“They just smell different. Now apologize or you can come back over here and continue your nap,” she gave the kit a hard stare.

Frostkit sighed and shuffled her paws, looking back at the strangers, “I’m sorry….”

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It was soft and bright more than anything else. Even with his eyes shut, the brightness was overwhelming, brighter than anything he had ever seen. And the softness reminded him of his mother's fur. Icekit wanted to see where he was. He opened his eyes and blinked, blinded for a moment. Then he gasped.

He was floating on a cloud, and they were just as soft and fluffy as he had imagined. And the overwhelming brightness was none other than the sun, so much closer and so much warmer on his fur. He glanced down, noting how his white fur blended with the cloud. He wished that his family was there to enjoy this experience with them.

And then they were. Dovesong stood by his side, the expression on her face as warm as the sunlight. And there were Frostkit and Snowkit. Frostkit said something - he heard her voice - but her lips didn't move. His mother said something in response, and her voice resonated in his head as well. But he couldn't understand the words. Icekit listened hard, until he caught the tail end of something. Continue his nap? But they weren't asleep...

When his mother's voice roused him from sleep, half of Icekit's mind was still on the cloud. However, he was grounded upon opening his eyes to the shadows of the nursery. Shifting, he yawned and looked around, wondering why Dovesong and Frostkit were talking so loudly. Another yawn escaped him as the young tom got to his paws and started padding over to his mother and sister, only now realizing that there was a new kit in the nursery. Icekit took a sniff. "You smell strange," He commented idly, mind already creating a story for this strange kit's sudden appearance. "But that's alright." If he came down with the rain, then it's ok. How else would he have gotten here?

And the newcomer did smell wet. He reminded Icekit of rain. The young tom smiled airly and imagined the new kit running down from the sky, racing the rain drops to the ground. That fluffy white cloud he had rested on in his dream had turned into a storm cloud, gray and large. Icekit, luckily, had woken up before that had happened, and so he did not have to run with the rain. The newcomer wasn't so lucky. But running with the rain sounds fun, Icekit mused, turning to Dovesong and aiming to press himself against her, wanting to relive the softness of that cloud.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 350px; height: 380px; background-color:#E3E3E3; border-left: 30px solid #883a2f; border-bottom:30px solid #883a2f; border-top:30px solid #883a2f; border-right: 30px solid #883a2f;] BLAZEHAWK The LightningClan deputy couldn't help but let out a rumbling, amused purr at the barrage of questions that came forth from the sopping-wet patch of red fluff that was Russetkit. The little tom seemed to draw from an endless reservoir of energy, never for a moment losing the spirit and insatiable curiosity that'd surprised Blazehawk upon first meeting the RainClan cat. But a brief frown crossed Blazehawk's face at one of the many fast-paced inquiries Russetkit was throwing at him. His father? Well, his father may have well been a TigerClan cat for all Blazehawk knew; the tom was as much of a myth and a fantasy as those massive, dangerous tigers of lore. Luckily, Roselight saved him the need to answer by silencing the young kit, to which he, for the first time, felt relief at the brief moment of silence. "You're very much welcome," Blazehawk told Roselight, and his sharp green eyes were surprisingly warm as they rested on her. "It was the least I could do." And he certainly would not complain at the opportunity to spend more time with the strange, and fascinating, pair of RainClan cats that he was now sheltering. He blinked at Russetkit's full-mouthed outburst, and let out a deep mrrow of laughter. Tigerstar. The stories of that evil, black-hearted tom from many generations ago were strong in every cats mind, told by elders and queens to the kits and apprentices of every Clan. He was unsurprised that the small, ruddy tom's overactive imagination had conjured up an image of the evil warrior when crossing Blazehawk. Stepping back briefly into the downpour again, he excused himself to sprint across the camp to where some of the warriors had placed the remaining fresh-kill in a storage hole to avoid it getting too sodden. He grabbed the pheasant he'd caught earlier in the day, set aside particularly for this, and a simple mouse for himself before making his way back across the clearing to the nursery. Flicking water from his long white whiskers, he set his mouse down and carried the pheasant over to a slim, beautiful white she-cat curled in the corner: Dovesong, the only queen in the Clan for the moment, and the secret love of Rapidwind - though no one but Blazehawk knew of that. He set the plump bird down before the elegant queen, dipping his head respectfully to her before padding back to his original seat to tuck into his mouse. The warm, musky flesh tasted exquisite after a day without a meal: it was sundown now and he hadn't eaten since before dawn. He devoured the fresh-kill in a few famished gulps before nudging the bones aside with his paw and settling into grooming the water from his thick, red-brown fur. As he busied himself with his grooming, he watched Dovesong's kits tumble forward to greet the new arrivals with a fond gaze. He was often too busy to come visit them and he regretted as much; Rapidwind was fond of the little bundles of fluff and Blazehawk could certainly see why. So much gentle, youthful innocence, their minds soft and ready to be molded into the wonderful warriors they'd be in the future. He turned his gaze on Russetkit, wondering what kind of warrior he'd end up being. He was so smart already, so inventive and so charismatic...it would be no surprise to the deputy if Russetkit truly did become Russetstar someday. Blazehawk turned to Roselight, twitching his whiskers. "He's a brilliant kit," he told her, clearly referring to Russetkit; occasionally his glance flickered over to the ruddy tom, a look almost like...fatherly pride glowing there. He'd become so fond of the kit already, such was his charisma. "Is he yours?" It'd been a question he'd been mulling over since Roselight appeared over the crest of the hill some time before. She certainly treated Russetkit like he was her own, but she seemed too young to have a kit already going on six moons. It wasn't out of the question, of course, for her to have a kit that old, but it seemed unlikely somehow. Nonetheless there was no doubt that they were related: their body shape and the length distinctively ticked pelts - though they were different colors - were nearly identical. They also reminded him of another cat he knew, but the name of the cat in question was escaping him for the moment. and you thought the world would end if you just looked the other way thanks brooklyn from atf

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"ah'm Russetstar!" The kitten crowed through his food, Roselight's words clearly ignored for the time being - it was almost too exciting to eat! There were kits here! Kits who wanted to know who he WAS. Sure they said he smelled kinda funny, but they didn't exactly smell like a meadow full of flowers either. Russetkit was in his element. Quickly licking his chops, chest puffing out now that he'd finished his share of the rabbit, the sogginess of his fur didn't quite have the full effect he wanted it to. Instead of looking like a blaze of fire on this dark and stormy day, he was looking more like a fading ember, with his deep red fur plastered to his body. Still, Russetkit's confidence was not to be undermined by this little hitch in his appearance.

"You are forgiven, Frostkit. I, a noble Clan leader could never take offense to something like that," he puffed, and put on his best dignified appearance, green eyes bright as he looked from Dovesong to Frostkit to Icekit, absolutely pleased to now be the center of attention. Russetkit had to resist the urge to contradict his own words when Icekit appeared and told him he smelled strange too, the little red kitten's tail swaying irately. Don't blow it Russetkit, this is your chance. They're either gonna remember you as a RainClanner, or they're gonna remember you as THE RainClanner.
"Do you want some of that rabbit?" He gestured to it with his tail. "I uh...caught it myself." He absolutely didn't, but still. "I had Blazehawk carry it in for me - Y'know, because leaders shouldn't do that sorta thing themselves~"

Roselight snorted into the rabbit. Russetkit! You really are a walking ego with fur! Swallowing a warm, savory piece of the rabbit, the cream-colored she-cat lifted her head at Blazehawk's words, her greenish-blue eyes settling right on his. Her eyes glittered with pride.
"Thank you, he's actually my younger cousin - though I spend so much time chasing him back to the nursery, I can see why you came to that conclusion." Roselight flicked an ear in the direction of Dovesong and her kits, giving the she-cat a respectful nod at her warm welcome. Having watched Blazehawk go and fetch the pheasant for the she-cat, she felt a pang in her stomach she couldn't explain.
Ah, so maybe they're his too? Glancing to the three snow-white kittens. They certainly inherited their mother's looks. Though he could just be acting like a gentleman again... From what she'd picked up on from the LightningClan deputy, he certainly did that fairly often.
"Are these kits yours?" She asked anyway, the cream warrior unable to keep from blurting it out. This time Roselight glanced back at Dovesong again, wanting the Queen to hear, "They are beautiful! They each look like little balls of snow or little fluffy clouds." Her tone was warm, and she meant every word of it - though she couldn't ignore the touch of curiosity she was feeling over the LightningClan deputy - and any relationships he may have.