Sink or Swim! [RAINCLAN, FLOODING!] Feb 14, 2013 18:44:57 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Feb 14, 2013 18:44:57 GMT -5
I C E K I T
The white kit jumped at the sudden poke, but blue eyes blinked gratefully when it just turned out to be his brother. Rushkit always seemed to know what was going on, and while occasionally Icekit was jealous of his brother for being smarter than he was, today he was thankful. The next shove was not nearly as appreciated as the first, but it seemed to be the direction every other cat was going, so Icekit didn’t swat his brother. Still, the idea of leaving the nursery during a time of… danger -yes that was what was happening- made his fur prickle. Usually, the nursery was the place to run to during danger, not from. Blue eyes glanced back into the nursery wistfully, but the snow-melt-ground seemed to have covered much, much more of the nursery floor when he hadn’t been watching. Maybe it was alive after all?
A flash of white caught his eye, and Icekit watched in near amazement as the large, thick-coated, all-white tom picked up his sister and carried her among the other cats. Icekit hadn’t formally met his father before, but the warrior always seemed to be around his family, so he wasn’t too concerned about his sister. His mother had handed her off, and she wouldn’t have her go with a mean cat, right?
Icekit purred when his older sister nuzzled him, but mostly out of habit; his fur was still too prickled from the tense air all the adult cats had. The lift took him by surprise, and instantly, the kit squirmed. Being picked up was never his favorite thing, especially now during the danger time. Without all four paws on the ground, how was he supposed to go places or do, well, anything?! The deaf kit protested, “!!!” but fortunately for the hearing cats his meow was far quieter than his earlier meows. It was barely louder than a whisper. Also fortunately, Icekit was distracted before he could complain again. The first distraction came in the form of his other older sister, who the white kit managed to paw at before she picked up his brother. Oh. Guess she wouldn’t be much help in coaxing Peachpaw to let him go.
As her kits walked away, Eelpebble trailed them, watching carefully if any one of them looked to be having problems. The older kits were just apprentices, after all; they might have a hard time carrying squirmy kits the entire way.
The second distraction happened after Peachpaw had started the trip out of camp. When her paws went into the muddy floodwater, some of it inevitably splashed up onto Icekit, distracting him from the panicked cats in the line out of camp. The snow-melt-ground was almost up to him, and, still curious as to if the water was alive or not, the white kit swished his tail in the stuff. It didn’t bite him, although it was cold, and some of it stuck to his coat, turning his white tail brown. Not too bothered by the thought of getting his coat dirty, and bored with being carried and the crisis the Clan was having (he couldn’t do anything about it anyway, and he was sick of just staring at everything in confusion), Icekit pawed at the water with his hind legs, as his front ones wouldn’t reach. It didn’t feel too dangerous, if only a little cold. Maybe the cold part was the dangerous part? Would they set up a new nursery somewhere warmer? At any rate, the three-moon-old kit didn’t seem anything dangerous about the floodwater now, and he was sick of being carried when his legs worked just fine. White paws tapped the apprentice carrying him, informing her that he was sick of this and wanted to walk. He wasn’t some newborn that couldn’t walk or run or jump!