It is now Leaf-fall, Valley Year 8
The weather is now crisp and cool, with hints of frost forming overnight in the later moons. Prey is becoming scarce, leaves are changing colors. The valley feels busier somehow.
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The RainClan cats had had a day to settle in and the day had dawned clear. Snow had seen the bedraggled group into the small cave that would be theirs until they could return home again. Some of them had been dragging nests loaded with soaked and exhausted kits, but most had had to deal with finding damp nest material; the Tribe’s stock hadn’t gone very far.
But that aside. Gently giving her three kits a lick on their ears, she led them toward the cave, nodding repeatedly at the cats that glanced at her. Pausing as a silver tabby stepped into her path, blocking the queen and her own four kits, Snow dipped her head. “My name is Sunrise on Fallen Snow. I hoped that, if their mother were willing, her kits could play with my own.”
Sunkit lifted his head, blinking over Ashflight’s body past Ferngaze. The ginger-pointed she-cat barely claimed his attention- he was far more interested in the three kits standing behind her. He’d spent the day absolutely pestering his mother about her adventure when she’d been younger, trying to learn as much as he could about eagles and snow and, most importantly, the cats of the mountains. Ashflight had told him the Tribe hadn’t been here then, had been unable to answer his queries about their lives, so having a Tribe cat with kits, who could tell him everything he wanted to know, was perfect.
“I want to play!” he piped up, bounding over his mother and craning his head to peer at the three. A gray tabby, a calico and a ginger-and-white she-cat. His tail flipped in excitement. “I’m Sunkit! What’s your names?”
Post by ▲ Fabrication on Sept 24, 2019 7:11:26 GMT -5
Splash of Leaping Trout
tribe of forgotten waters
"Hello." Splash blinked, somewhat taken aback by Sunkit's forwardness. She slid protectively in front of her siblings, a little uncertain of how she felt about this strange kit with the strange name. Sunkit? It's not even three syllables long! Despite her uncertainty, her eyes held a friendly light, and she furled her fluffy tail before bowing her head and extending her paw in the Tribe's traditional greeting. She didn't want to seem impolite, especially when under her mother's watchful eyes. "I'm Splash of Leaping Trout." She meowed, pointing her tail towards the two kits behind her. "This featherbrain is Stone that Blocks Stream, and this is Dawn on Golden Petals." She introduced, pointing at her brother and sister in turn. Her whiskers twitched as her gaze returned to Sunkit, and if she saw bewilderment there at their exceptionally long names, she would continue with a smirk. "You can call us Splash, Stone and Dawn."
The newcomers had arrived in their home without warning. The bedraggled strangers had seeped into the cave like a hoard of drowned rats, and Splash had been alarmed at the sight of them. She had so many questions. Why were they here? Where did they come from? Her eyes had grown wide when she found out they were from the Clans that they had heard snatches of information about. Many cats in the Tribe expressed disappointment at the war-mongering personality they believed the Clans to have, and Splash had picked up their misgivings. They lived violent lives, so that made them violent cats, right? It was the appearance of RainClan's kits that had banished some of those misgivings. Splash had never met other kits outside her own litter before. She, Stone and Dawn were the only kits in the Tribe of Forgotten Waters currently, and the thought of having new playmates was both exciting and strange. So when Snow asked them if they would like to go play with the Clan kits, who was Splash to refuse?
So here she stood, having not quite formed an opinion on Sunkit just yet. She could see that he held the same curiosity for her and her brother and sister that she had for him. She tilted her head slightly, golden-green eyes gleaming with interest. "So Sunkit," She began, the name feeling clunky and strange on her tongue. "You gonna be a prey-hunter, or a cave-guard?"
Stone had been peering at the oddly-smelling strangers the entire day. The closer they got, the more he scrunched up his nose in distaste. On top of being stinky, Stone simply had no inkling of the histories of the RainClan cats. What if they were all thieves? What if this "clan" was only here to take away Stone's warm nest and thrust him out into the cold?
The moment that the RainClanners had arrived to the camp, Stone had been on his guard. He was only a kit, but his mind was already set on one goal: protecting his family. Even his incredibly rude sister, who had called him a "featherbrain," merited his protection. As for right now, Stone didn't have any experience going for him. Still being a kit, he had not begun to fill out his large form quite yet. The only indicators of his future strength were his massive paws, which almost seemed comically large for a young cat.
Stone stuck his tongue out at Splash, then eyed Sunkit ever-so-warily. "If you even know what those are," he added onto Splash's question, a hint of dryness to his generally informative and polite tone.
Post by ▲ Fabrication on May 14, 2020 17:44:43 GMT -5
Splash of Leaping Trout
tribe of forgotten waters
Sunkit blinked at the two kits incredulously, their exceptionally long names spinning through his head. He had already forgotten them by the time Splash finished. He flicked an ear when she smirked at him, clearly aware that he found Tribe names daunting. He was more than relieved when she gave him the short versions, they were far easier to say and remember than the mouthfuls the three kits had offered him. He grinned widely. "I'm going to be a warrior!" He corrected, clearly proud of this distinction. "I guess prey-hunters hunt and cave-guards fight?" He flashed his teeth in another wily grin. The roles weren't that hard to guess, they seemed self-explanatory, at least to him. "Warriors do both." He seemed quite proud of that fact, but Splash was just staring at him in even more confusion. Cats were naturally good at one thing, or at least so she had been taught. If you were big and strong, you fought. If you were small and quick, you hunted. She choked back a laugh at the idea of her small sister trying to tackle some horrifying enemy like an eagle, her small frame and tiny paws flailing wildly to try and get a grip on the feathers.
Suddenly, Sunkit was bowing down, rump thrust in the air in a playful crouch. "Come on, let's play, not talk!" He launched himself rather abruptly at Splash, taking her by surprise and batting her softly about the face. "Hey- you sneaky little furball!" Splash found this little Clan kit odd, but she could never turn down a good playfight, no matter who it was with. She gave him a bruising swipe with a large white paw, eyes gleaming in delighted excitement, then winced guiltily as the tom recoiled. Had she hit him too hard? But a moment later, he was springing at her again, mrrowing with the kind of joy one only felt as a kit. Dawn, the destined prey-hunter of the family, found the idea of a rough play-fight unappealing. She liked hide and seek and tag, as she knew she was able to win at those. She'd never be able to best her big fluffy sister or muscular brother in a mock battle, and why would she want to? She wanted to catch food, to feel the excitement of a hunt! Just like her mother and father. "Come on, Stone!" She mewed, bushing up her fluffy pelt.