Alone By The Stream

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    As the small stream flowed by quickly, a sudden movement made a large, black paw flick out. The owner of the paw was Bravespirit of ThunderClan, his dark brown tabby pelt with his black chest and paws had some shine to it from the sun that was starting to warm him. The movement to which he had reacted was a mouse, now dead at his paws.

    suddenly there was a splash downstream. it seemed ass a small animal had fell in the stream, unable to swim. was it a rabbit? no, it was dark grey, but with white speckles,....


    it was a kit!

    Bravespirit's ears twitched at a sound, and he turned his head around to see a small, speckled kit. He approached it, his size compared to the kits made it seem like he was massive. "Kit, what are you doing out here? Kits aren't allowed outside of camp."

    the kit's blue eyes were huge. he was too young too speak, but he did not smell of any clan, nor twolegplace.
    the kit was shivering as he lay against bravespirit's pelt gratefully.

    The kit's unfamiliar scent finally registered in Bravespirit's mind- this kit had to be of rogue descent. When he pressed against his thick pelt, Bravespirit's fur got warm with slight embarrassment and he looked around awkwardly.

    suddenly, the kit shook violently and started caughing. he had water in his lungs and was wheezing.

    Bravespirit gasped and gently flipped the kit over on his side, and used his paw to try and squeeze some of the water out. He licked the kit's fur the wrong way to get his blood flowing and he still used his paw to massage the kits chest and hopefully get the water out.

    the kit was silent for a long time. after some time, he opened his eyes.
    he looked up at Bravespirit. although Bravespirit was at least 3 times the size of the kit, he was not scared of him.

    Bravespirit sent a silent thanks to StarClan and relaxed, helping the kit up. "Are you alright?"

    the kit caughed delicatly, and replied "i-i think so. who are you?"

    "I don't remember anything....." the kit said, then he suddenlt winced. there was a deep cut from where one of the jagged rocks sliced his hind leg. he whimpered in pain as he showed Bravespirit the cut.

    The large tom gently licked the wound clean, then used some moss to stop the bleeding. He wasn't a medicine cat, but he knew a thing or two about herbs and such.

    the kit sniffed the air. "i think i can walk," he mewled as he tried to stand up. but the next moment he collasped and fell into a deep sleep.