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Post by Deleted on Jun 7, 2017 10:13:29 GMT -5
Scratch often moved them one at a time, so when his mother took him away and left his brother and sister behind, Snake didn't think anything of it. She led him at first, but she was taking him farther than he could ever remember her taking him all at once before. He started to lag behind, despite doing his best to keep up. It was just too far, he was too tired. Eventually his mother came back and picked him up to carry him the rest of the way.
“Momma... where are we going...?” he murmured sleepily.
With her mouth full of his scruff, Scratch didn't reply, simply continued walking on resolutely. Snake began to doze.
At long last he was replaced back on the ground. He blinked crimson eyes sleepily up at his mother as she set him at the base of a tall pine tree, “Stay here, Snake. I'll be back soon.” There was something strange, distant, about her voice, but Snake was too tired to think too much about it. He simply nodded and curled up to sleep as the she-cat turned and trotted away. And never came back.
When Snake next woke, he was alone. He looked around as his eyes adjusted to the darkness, but he couldn't see his mother or his siblings anywhere. Pushing to his paws, he walked around the tree, and then a little farther, “Momma!?” He waited, ears pricked, but the only answer was a far off hoot of an owl. “Tadpole? Scrap?” He padded onward, sniffing and peeking around trees and undergrowth, searching for any sign of his family to no avail.
“MOMMA!?”
Oakblaze had gone out to try his paw at some hunting when he heard the calls. It was a kit, that much he could tell. He headed toward the calls to find a white kitten wandering around, calling for his mother. He padded over to it, his tail waving in a friendly manner, “Hello there, are you lost?”
Snake paused, looking over at the brown tabby curiously. He had never seen this cat before, but maybe he could help. “My momma brought me here, but I can't find her.... I can't find my brother and sister either. Do you know where they are?”
Oakblaze tilted his head, then leaned down to give the kit a good sniff. Snake's fur fluffed up indignantly. He didn't smell like any Clan cat. He looked around for any sign of the kit's family, but had the same amount of luck that Snake had been having. “I dunno, but it's not safe for a kit to be out here alone. Let me take you back to camp... I'm sure Pinestar'll help you find your family.”
Camp? Pinestar? Snake didn't know what this cat was talking about. He was about to protest when his belly rumbled. His ears flicked back and he looked up at the strange cat, asking instead, “Do you have any food...?”
Oakblaze purred, “Oh, there's lots of food back at camp. Don't worry, Pinestar'll know what to do to help you, and while she's figuring it out you can have something to eat!”
Well, when he put it like that it sounded like a good idea. Snake still didn't know what a Pinestar was, but if there was food then he would go. He nodded, “Okay.”
Oakblaze turned, flicking his tail for Snake to follow him, and set off, checking his pace as he realized he was getting too far ahead of the kit, “Sorry, I'm not used to leading kits around.”
Snake only looked ahead determinedly, “I'm okay.”
“What's your name?” Oakblaze asked suddenly, remembering that he had yet to ask, announcing his own name proudly, “I'm Oakblaze.”
“That's a weird name... I'm Snake,” he mewed, giving Oakblaze a weird look. Pinestar and now Oakblaze? He started to slow, growing tired again before they could reach this place Oakblaze had called 'camp'. Oakblaze paused, hesitating a moment, then stooping to pick Snake up by his scruff and carry him the rest of the way, walking slowly as the kit bumped awkwardly into his chest with every step. As Oakblaze descended into the cavern that was NightClan's camp, Snake wriggled a bit, “What is this place?”
Oakblaze attempted to respond, only for his voice to disappear into unintelligible mumbles into Snake's fur. He decided to wait until they were in camp to explain. As the ground leveled out, Oakblaze padded into the middle of camp to set the kit down, “This is NightClan's camp.”
NightClan? This cat was saying all sorts of weird things. It was incredibly dark down here and it took Snake's eyes a little while to adjust, but after a few moments he noticed shining eyes peering out at him, and a few cats padded over to check him out. His fur fluffed up in alarm at being surrounded by so many strange cats and he backed against Oakblaze's legs for protection. Oakblaze looked around proudly at his Clanmates, “Look what I found!”
@jet Pinestar should probably be involved making some decisions about if Snake gets to stay in the Clan and what not~ @poptart |
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Post by Phoenix on Jun 9, 2017 10:54:02 GMT -5
Ratfur felt a headache coming on. He looked at Oakblaze's eager face, down at the unusually pale kit now sitting at his feet, and back up at his former apprentice. "And what," He found himself asking drily, "Do you expect me to do with this?" The morning had started off pleasantly enough. Having enthusiastically retired at Shadowpaw's recommendation, he had woken up lazily and spent the next part of his day laying around in the elder's den. Why he hadn't fallen tragically ill or irreparably broken his leg sooner, he had no idea. Here, he no longer had to worry about being disturbed at an ungodly hour for the dawn patrol, and he had apprentices ready to fulfill his every need. If he didn't feel like moving to grab a piece of prey, all he had to do was wait and soon enough there would be one of the small monsters, carrying a fresh meal to him at his or her mentor's request. The bedding in his nest was regularly cleaned, and he had never been more tick-free in his life. Upon retirement, he had been summarily thanked for his many moons of service - somehow he had managed to keep a straight face, and he suspected that Dimstar would have told anyone that - and suddenly found himself with all the time in the world. It was a shame that he hadn't retired earlier, he frequently mused, for Bonetail's expression at being told to clean out his bedding and check for ticks would have been priceless. In any event, he had been leaving camp because he had enough dignity to know that retirement did not equate incontinence, and when he had left at that specifically timed moment, he had thought that he had been in the clear. Oakblaze, he had heard, had been sent out to patrol earlier in the day and wouldn't be expected back until later. Blackwolf and Bonetail were off somewhere, likely mourning the loss of their beloved family member - or the latter was spending time with a certain she-cat; Ratfur could easily see how the clan elders became the means of spreading gossip, as the lives of their clan mates was the most exciting thing that happened to a cat when one's world narrowed to camp. Thinking himself safe from the company of all unwanted felines, he had left the protection of his den... Only to run into Oakblaze, who set the little thing at his paws and proceeded to announce to the entire-- What the...? The kit had turned and looked up at him, and the blue eyes he had expected to see were instead a deep red. His mind flickered briefly to the pair of LightningClan warriors with a similar appearance, whom he had seen only on occasion at Gatherings. Under the prying eyes and amid the curious whispers, one wore her unusual appearance like a suit of armor while the other wore his like a suit and tie. Ratfur had never really spoken to either of them, let alone been close enough to truly examine the redness of their eyes. But now, at his paws, sat a tiny version those LightningClan cats. After the initial recoil of shock, he took another, more careful look at the kitten who was now cowering against Oakblaze's legs. Mentally, he scoffed at the sight; he and anyone else with any sense in his clan would turn to a rock for protection before seeking the aid of his former apprentice, as one was just as likely to end up dead by the well-meaning tom's paws as they were alive. The elder look around. "Someone should probably get our esteemed leader," He suggested idly, tone implying that that someone was not going to be him. Another glance at the kit, who looked utterly terrified but not necessarily worse for wear. Still, he was hardly a medicine cat. His tone stayed drier than a desert. "And maybe one of our two talented healers."@zen Fawn @jet |
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Post by Fawn on Jun 9, 2017 12:29:27 GMT -5
curiosity is not a sin... ...but we should exercise caution with our curiosity Shadowpaw “Look what I found!”
Shadowpaw stretched, extending his legs in all directions as he slowly returned to consciousness. It was hard to stay asleep when reality proved more interesting than his dreams; the medicine cat's apprentice had been hassled by unsatisfying half-dreams, mixed with memories of trying to save his Clanmates, but unable to make any headway. It was maddening, but he was forcing himself to buck up and bear it. His mother, his poor grieving mother, was going through so much worse...
At Oakblaze's proud announcement, Shadowpaw left the scent of herbs and poultices behind, his whiskers quivering at the unusual smell permeating camp. It was mixed with fear, and Shadowpaw's steps unconsciously quickened, until he arrived at the source - a tiny fluffy white kitten huddling against Oakblaze's legs. Ratfur, miraculously, was the first cat on the scene, though Shadowpaw knew better.
Oakblaze had likely given him no choice but to acknowledge what he'd found, half by blocking Ratfur's path to wherever he was going, and half by staring at him with that eager look on her face that even Shadowpaw recognized as adoration. Strange...
He didn't understand Oakblaze's reverence for his old mentor, and didn't ask. Not when the most interesting thing was - Great StarClan, his eyes! From the nape of his neck down to the tip of his tail, the smooth blackish-brown pelt raised slightly. Startled golden eyes met equally startled red ones, Shadowpaw as baffled by the color as he was intrigued.
Is something wrong with him? What would cause a cat to be born with red eyes? Already, he was getting a handle of himself and approaching with a much better bedside manner than what he'd started with. "Hello. I'm Shadowpaw. I'm one of NightClan's talented healers." Shadowpaw acknowledged the elder warrior's snark with a faint smile, before his attention returned to the kitten. "Not as talented as Smokefur, though. How are you feeling?" Overwhelmed. Frightened. Cornered. Any number of those emotions would seem likely.
The kit wasn't outright cowering, but he certainly looked uncomfortable. Shadowpaw acknowledged this with a soft pang in his stomach, and made sure he was about a hare's length from their new guest, just to try to keep him from feeling trapped. medicine cat apprentice of nightclan |
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Post by Silver on Jun 9, 2017 12:50:36 GMT -5
"There’s a lot of things you need
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you need most of all?"  The sudden commotion inside the camp didn't go unnoticed certainly; though Foxfern felt it couldn't have come at a worse time. She was still reeling from the announcement from their new leader - Pinestar - that she was to be the new Deputy. She was honored, of course, but she still hadn't been expecting it at all. Still, she was going to do her best to care for her clan and see that they continued to thrive just as well under Pinestar's rule as they had under Dimstar's. This meant going to check in on things that caused a commotion like this so the loud announcement from Oakblaze definitely caught her attention. What exactly was it that he'd found?
If it was something stupid she was going to give him a good smack he wasn't soon to forget. Yet the moment she laid her amber eyes on the small bundle of distressed kit she knew immediately that she was definitely needed here. Her tail perked up and she looked between the toms already assembled, her voice calm but curious. "One of you want to explain to me what that kit is doing here?" Her tone indicated that it had better be a good reason too. By the smell of him, this little one was definitely loner-born and that just set the fur at the back of her next up from the bad memories it brought with it. She wasn't an unreasonable cat though; this kit clearly couldn't take care of himself with how young he was.
She may not like loners, with good reason, but she wasn't about to leave a clearly abandoned kit to die because of her personal reservations. She'd see what Pinestar thought about all of this, but she was also going to be leading a border patrol very soon to make certain there weren't any other unexpected visitors to the territory.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 9, 2017 22:52:55 GMT -5
We must build dikes of courage to hold back the flood of fear.
The pine shadows stretched out across the rich, brown earth, blotting out an explosive, venetian sunset. The evening was still. No breezes swayed the needle-laden branches of Nightclan's precious evergreens, thus the woods harbored an unusually potent scent of pine, the bittersweet smell of cedar tinged with the growing freshness of night. Peeping and croaking marked the start of Nightclan's day, unlike the other clans, of whom awoke to twittering birds and the baking heat of a Greenleaf sun.
Pinestar took a deep breath, her pelt burning like fire in the afternoon glow. Two freshly caught toads rested by her paws, only a few paces away from the edge of the Ambush Pond. Soon it will be time to head back and set up patrols for the night. She thought, lingering, caught in an ocean of thought and reminiscence. Her nine lives ceremony had instigated the resurfacing of memories, some remorseful, and some comforting. Thus the she-cat sat by the murky pond blanketed in algae, trapped in a fog of remembrance. For some time she waited, until darkness fell and moonlight shed its pallid glow among the boughs.
It was time to return. Pinestar picked up her prey and headed towards the caverns of camp. The ginger she-cat must have been only a few moments behind Oakblaze, as she saw a gathering of toms and her newly appointed deputy, Foxfern, when she made her way into camp. The way everyone looked towards Oakblaze's paws made her suspicious. Perhaps he made a catch? Pinestar hoped, though the expressions on her clanmate's faces made her uncomfortable. This wasn't prey.
The ginger she-cat didn't hesitate to approach, after swiftly placing her catch in the fresh-kill pile. No point lugging that around. She her mind wandered momentarily before snapping back to the commotion by the entrance. Whatever this was, it needed to be addressed in a timely and efficient matter. Although Pinestar assumed it wasn't prey, she wasn't prepared to see a small white kitten at the warrior's paws with eyes as crimson as the blood red clouds she had seen earlier. Pinestar was immediately confused, not only at the fact that there was a random kit in camp, but by how unnatural the tom's eyes were. That's weird. She mused.
The borders had been regularly checked and marked, but this kitten was definitely...obviously...not a Nightclan cat. Where did he come from? The she-cat pondered. There were so many questions. We need to look for a body, or the mother so that we may return him. She is probably worried sick...or dead. The thought of abandonment didn't even cross her mind.
"Oakblaze..." Pinestar paused, glancing down at the white tom. "Pray tell us how you ended up with a kitten?"
The Nightclan leader couldn't pull her gaze from the kitten's eyes. They were so...unusual. He could see, for that she knew just by how he glanced from one thing to another. Could he hear? His ears twitched and moved like any normal kit's, yet she hadn't heard him speak. So what was wrong with him? Pinestar didn't have any reason to believe there was anything wrong with him, yet, though she couldn't be for sure, not until Shadowpaw and Smokefur checked him over.
"I do believe we would all benefit from an explanation."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 10, 2017 0:01:30 GMT -5
What you see isn't all I am...
Snake had never imagined there could be so many cats in one place. They seemed to come from everywhere. With his hind quarters pressed against Oakblaze's forelegs and his pale white fur fluffed up and making him look like a giant cotton ball, Snake scrutinized each cat that approached them. The first was a scrawny brown tom that made Snake pause curiously. He took a stiff step toward Ratfur, looking up at him, “You're funny looking. Are you even a cat?”
Oakblaze just laughed, “Of course he's a cat. That's Ratfur, my mentor!”
Snake glanced back at Oakblaze, wondering what all these words he didn't understand meant. Mentor? Another tom approached, this one clearly younger, and Snake briefly felt a bit braver in the face of a cat not so terribly much older than himself. Shadowpaw. He wrinkled his nose, “Why do you all have such funny names?” The scent of a she-cat's approach, though only vaguely similar to his mother's scent, had him distracted from the newcomer 'Shadowpaw'. However, Foxfern turned out not to be his mother, and the hope that had covered his features drained away just as quickly.
His ears flicked back against his head and he once more backed up against Oakblaze's legs, feeling somehow more comfortable with the friendly tom who had first found him though he had scarcely known him for any longer than the rest of these strange cats. Foxfern posed her question, but before any cat could answer, another she-cat arrived. Fortunately for the first, she asked basically the same question.
“I found him!” Oakblaze answered simply, as if that explanation would be sufficient.
Snake puffed up, indignant that these cats were acting like he couldn't answer their questions himself. He took a half step away from Oakblaze, giving the cats around them a hard stare, “I'm looking for my momma. She told me to wait for her. She had to go back to get Tadpole and Scrap... but....” His fierceness faded and he looked down at his paws, “She didn't come back.... I can't find Tadpole or Scrap either....”
His belly rumbled again and he looked pitifully up at the cats surrounding him, “I'm hungry. I want my momma....”
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Post by Phoenix on Jun 14, 2017 20:12:52 GMT -5
Wide red eyes met his flat stare, and Ratfur stood still as the kit took a tentative step toward him. Although he never had nor would likely develop the inclination to have some of his own, he had learned over the years that he had nothing against kits themselves, provided that they were not related in any way to Blackwolf or Oakblaze. They were tiny balls of fur who were often too curious for their own good and had no middle setting between hyper and exhausted, but the queens, for the most part, did a fairly decent job keeping them contained to a certain part of camp. All he had to do was avoid that area, and he didn’t have to worry about an overprotective mother hissing at him for daring to trip over a kit who ran under his paw as he was walking. The prospect of the clan taking on an additional one, even if its appearance was rather strange, did not bother him. Then the kit opened its mouth. Biting back a comment about him being one to comment on looking funny, the elder barely managed to refrain from rolling his eyes, but otherwise did not react apart from inclining his head slightly. As he had expected, Oakblaze quickly leapt to his defense, earning himself a glance from his former mentor before green eyes turned to Shadowpaw. As agreeable as ever, the medicine cat apprentice offered a slight smile in response to his dry sarcasm, and Ratfur felt some brief irritation jolt through him. He put so much effort (a whole two seconds worth) into his witty remarks, and all he got for it was a faint grin and an easy dismissal. Perhaps he had been spending too much time around Bonetail; at least the other tom gave an amusing, though often infuriating, response. As he tuned out the arrivals of their esteemed leader and no-less esteemed deputy and the subsequent exchanges, he found himself idly wondering if anything would rile Shadowpaw. Blackwolf would probably find the easy-going tom aggravating, Ratfur mused, if only because of the apparent lack of a backbone. StarClan knew the NightClan warrior disliked him enough for that particular fault. Speaking of Blackwolf… The elder inched his way out toward the edge of the small group of cats and cast a glance around camp. Still no sign of the large black tom or his lazy spawn. Green eyes flitted back toward Oakblaze, who was currently in the middle of explaining just how he had come across an albino kit. Surely an interrogation by three of the four high ranking cats in the clan would be enough to distract him while his former mentor slipped away to do his business. They had the kit to worry about; they had no need for an extra elder who had no desire to be there. Yes, he would just quietly slip away, and if all went to plan, then by the time anyone noticed, he would already be gone… @zen Fawn Silver @jet Feel free to call him back if you need another cat for something or just want to annoy him and get more of his sarcasm xD Otherwise he'll just wander away |
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Post by Fawn on Jun 14, 2017 23:04:59 GMT -5
curiosity is not a sin... ...but we should exercise caution with our curiosity Shadowpaw With the addition of Foxfern and Pinestar, Shadowpaw stepped back courteously to make room. He's going to have a long day ahead of him. With both matriarchs inquiring about the kit's origins, and then Oakblaze.... answering quite simply, Shadowpaw's own thoughts were centered around the now, not the before.
The white-furred tom was hungry, he didn't even need to say so in order for Shadowpaw to hear the faint gurgles of an empty belly. "Excuse me, Pinestar? Foxfern? Would it be alright if I brought our guest to Smokefur's den? It's quieter there. He can have something to eat, and Smokefur can take a look at him." Shadowpaw smiled at the kitten, leaning in to ask politely, "What's your name?" Tadpole and Scrap were siblings, he could glean that much, but that was the end of Shadowpaw's deductions.
Not until he could talk to the kit one-on-one, in a less overwhelming environment.
They were beginning to draw the attention of several other Clanmates. With one medicine cat's apprentice, a deputy and their Clan leader all clustered around a red-eyed kitten, it was no wonder the crowd hadn't already gotten bigger. He could see Hollystorm watching them from the corners of her eyes, and then prodding her dozing brother in the back of the head.
Bonetail visibly snorted, said something that was no doubt dry and uncaring, and seemed to roll over to resume his lounging. Blackwolf was nowhere to be seen. Probably training Darkpaw. What if they run into this kit's mother? She must be half out of her fur with worry. Shadowpaw withheld a long, world-weary sigh.
Was this an omen from StarClan? That kits would be orphaned? That families would be tested again, so soon after greencough? He yearned to ask Smokefur, but he couldn't for a while. Especially not in front of the kit. medicine cat apprentice of nightclan |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 20, 2017 17:42:38 GMT -5
 It seemed taking the yet to be named kit to Smokefur would be pointless as all the commotion surrounding the tiny cat had awoken the medicine cat. After an early morning of very important medicine cat work, the wispy furred she-cat had decided to take a few moments for herself so she could rest. There was obviously no such thing as 'me time' for a medicine cat apparently, and after only a few moments Smokefur decided to pull herself from her wonderfully comfy nest to investigate. She was soon greeted by a congregation of her clanmates, nothing special, however at the center of the group was a snow white kitten with blood red eyes. It seemed the eyes of the kitten had startled even her kind apprentice, however the only thought in Smokefur's head upon seeing them for the first time was 'wonderful...' The aging she-cat had always kept an eye on cats that would be more susceptible to bullying and this kitten had clearly piqued her interest. "What's the situation, Shadowpaw?" Smokefur asked softly after approaching as calmly as she could, the kitten didn't need surrounded by an ever growing group of loud cats afterall. Perhaps it would offend her fearless leader and deputy, however in matters such as this she would much rather get the facts from her apprentice.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 21, 2017 10:48:10 GMT -5
We must build dikes of courage to hold back the flood of fear.
It all happened so quickly. The white kitten mentioned his situation boldly, Shadowpaw suggested a sensible temporary situation, and Smokefur appeared along the outskirts of the group next to her apprentice. She noticed that this kitten had become swamped with Nightclan cats, and perhaps it was her inexperience as leader that let this gathering become so flooded. Part of Pinestar felt like it was the medicine cats who should be making the decisions here; a hungry kitten was more in need of their care than the dictation of a leader. Thus, the ginger she-cat had decided to take charge of the situation. The white tom would have plenty of time to talk when he is in the care of the medicine cats. Pinestar wasn't ignoring the kitten's words, but she wasn't going to address him right now. He needed food, and maybe at some point in the future, she could talk to him when he had a name and a full belly.
"Oakblaze, take the kitten to the medicine den with Shadowpaw and Smokefur. When you are done, I would like you to lead a patrol along the border closest to which you found him. Foxfern, lets go set up the rest of the patrols." Pinestar paused, glancing at Shadowpaw. "Please report to me when he is settled."
Ratfur had already slunk away, and in the blink of an eye, the incident that commanded so much attention had been diffused and taken care of. For now. Pinestar thought. What was Nightclan to do with an orphan kitten? A loner? The crimson she-cat sat down at the base of the Boulder Ledge, her green eyes blinking thoughtfully in the darkness of camp.
"All cats are to be alert for a loner queen and two kittens." Pinestar addressed calmly to those around her. Her tail twitched slightly. Nightclan did need kits, but was it fair for a cat to determine this kitten's fate and loyalties? Was he old enough to understand clan life and commit to it? Only time would tell.
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Post by Silver on Jun 22, 2017 19:31:01 GMT -5
"There’s a lot of things you need
to get across this universe.
You know the thing
you need most of all?" Foxfern listened quietly to everything going on around her and nodded sharply when Pinestar took command and set everything to rights. Her pelt still prickled at the thought of a rogue in the camp but he was just a kit so she couldn't fault him. So she pushed her intense ill-ease and dislike of the situation to the back of her mind and focused on what she needed to do. Right, so putting together patrols to find out if the rest of this little one's family were near by. Surely with the kit so young the mother must be nearby?
Or perhaps the kit was abandoned; as loners would sometimes do. Maybe he was too much to take care of for a loner queen and she left him. It was entirely possible but she wasn't about to bring it up where little ears may overhear. She disliked his presence, but she wasn't a heartless she-cat. That being said, she excused herself to go and do what was needed of her and it also allowed her to be certain her home was safe. No more strangers in her clan, it wasn't safe. She trotted off mentally consoling herself with the thought of chasing out any that didn't belong and not having to deal with this entire mess once she was done. "You need a hand to hold." |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 24, 2017 15:06:56 GMT -5
What you see isn't all I am...
The first cat to speak when he'd finished was the younger tom. At first Snake began to grow annoyed again as Shadowpaw seemed to start talking about him like he wasn't even there, but when the young tom mentioned that he could have something to eat, his hostility faded in a heartbeat. His ears pricked with interest, and Shadowpaw turned to ask him his name.
Pale while tail flicking impatiently, Snake padded over to Shadowpaw, drawn to the cat that had been the first to suggest he had food to give. He rubbed against Shadowpaw's legs just like had always done with his mother brought him food, purring, “My name's Snake. Do you really have food?” He looked up at Shadowpaw with big, hopeful red eyes.
Oakblaze's tail swished as Pinestar addressed him, “Okay!” When he looked down, the kit was no longer in front of him, and he quickly closed the distance between himself and Shadowpaw, “Come on, Snake. The medicine den smells funny but Smokefur and Shadowpaw are nice.”
Snake looked bewtween Shadowpaw and Oakblaze briefly, before Oakblaze leaned down to nudge him in the right direction. He stuck beside Shadowpaw for now, looking up at the tom expectantly as the little group moved toward the medicine den. His nose wrinkled as the scents from the den flooded his senses, “What is all that? It doesn't smell like the food momma brings me.”
Oakblaze stopped outside the den, allowing Smokefur and Shadowpaw to take over looking after the kit as he turned back to follow Pinestar's directions about a patrol, rather proud of his accomplishments for the day.
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Post by Fawn on Jun 25, 2017 5:37:21 GMT -5
curiosity is not a sin... ...but we should exercise caution with our curiosity Shadowpaw Any unease Shadowpaw felt towards the kitten for his red, berry-bright eyes, began to dissipate as soon as Snake rubbed against his legs. It didn't matter if he had purple spots or a pair of horns - Snake was still just a kit, and Shadowpaw wasn't going to let his surprise get the better of his manners.
Shadowpaw purred back, feeling some of the weariness in his soul lift. "We have tons of food. You won't starve while you're here, Snake." As Pinestar delivered her final orders, and the group began to decrease in size - with himself, Oakblaze and now Smokefur leading the way to the medicine cat's den, Shadowpaw kept a gentle eye on Snake. He seems healthy... Snake bounced along like any other happy, physically sound kit.
Apart from being hungry, that is. And even that was just regular kit behavior.
“What is all that? It doesn't smell like the food momma brings me.”
The black-brown muzzle of the healer's apprentice turned up at the corners. I've gotten so used to being in Smokefur's den, I forget how strange it must be to the others. Sometimes it was the little things that reminded him of how different the path of a medicine cat truly was. "Those are herbs - different plants to help you feel better and fix any injuries. Don't worry, we'll bring you a nice mouse or frog instead."
Shadowpaw's slender black tail acted as a guide-line, directing the kit towards an empty nest - the bedding still smelling like fresh earth and the warrior that had brought it. As Snake got settled, Shadowpaw at last gave his report to Smokefur, quickly recapping the little event.
"Oakblaze says he found him. Snake was waiting for his mother, but she never came for him. Foxfern and Pinestar are probably out searching for his family now." It was a pretty straight-forward story, though Shadowpaw's head buzzed with questions, his mind as busy as a bee-hive.
"I'll get him some fresh kill, excuse me." Shadowpaw politely dipped his head to his mentor, and spoke a quick "I'll be right back, Snake!" to the tom. Moving towards his intended designation, it was clear in the slowness of his pace that he was still shrugging off the fatigue from the epidemic. Though he hadn't been sick himself, his stamina and his emotions had been dragged through a thicket of thorns throughout the entire experience.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 27, 2017 21:56:53 GMT -5
Smokefur was relieved to find that Shadowpaw was getting along with the unique kit, she would expect no less of a compassionate medicine cat. Watching as her apprentice corralled the kit towards their shared work space Smokefur's mind mulled over what could possibly have landed the young loner in Nightclan, the most likely of scenarios displeased her. As Shadowpaw began to spill what knowledge he had obtained from the younger tom it appeared that Smokefur's prediction was true, if nothing else she was at least glad he was found by Oakblaze instead of something far less friendly. After Shadowpaw took his leave to gather the food that the kit so desperately wanted Smokefur approached him and spoke in a soft tone, "Snake." She began after having learned his name "I am going to check you over, I promise it won't hurt a bit." She finished as she began to poke and prod him with her nose, it wouldn't take hardly any time at all and she was pleased with the results.
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