Elite Serval Kit [joining] lost in WC

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    [sub][sub]#swiftyhere© swifty

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    [b]déesse[/b]


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    Her little round cranium turned to her left to see the peak of a mountain through the trees. She knew she must be at the base of the mountain, but would she dare climb it? No. It was just too much for her little body. Her best option was to rest up and then move onward as carefully as she could. Catching small prey like lizards, frogs, and the occasional grasshopper was easy for her, but avoiding predators was the real challenge. She had no ability with climbing. Running was out of the option with her little wobbly legs. All she did was slowly and quietly move along the brush until she found real protection.


    Still feeling rather worn out, De remained sitting, but to pass time she began to lick a lifted paw. She despised getting dirty, and well, her pelt was filthy. She never really had enough time to sit down and clean it since she's been busy hunting, wandering, and hiding.


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    [size=10]IC~ A scent wafted along the breeze, and Illusionarypaw scented it quickly. She shut off all the scents around her then followed it- it was a kit, most likely, and an elite. But she halted. Should she really. She shook her head to herself and padded after the scent again. The snow leopard approached, slowly, but without much difficulty











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    [sub][sub]#swiftyhere© swifty

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    [b]déesse[/b]


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    With a rush of fear running up her spine, the serval kit stood up half-leggedly and quickly trotted towards a nearby bush. Would she make it in time to hide from the predator or was she too late to react? De's still baby blue eyes widened with fear and her heart raced. In the back of her mind she shouted, "Mari, save me!" [/fancypost]

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    "Hello little one. shhh, calm down, we are no harm." The larger one-eyed serval peered around the bush, hearing the smaller serval kit. "Whats wrong?" Her grey eye flashing with curiosity and symapthy. She hoped the scar covering her eye didn't scare the kit.

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    [size=10]IC~ As seeing her clanmate approach, her large, flat paw bounded our and straight over her clanmate, skidding to a halt. " I didn't mean to alarm you. That was just me. I'm Illusionarypaw " The snow leopard purred rustily.











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    [size=6pt]We just have to keep moving forward
    male » no kill/capture » 14 moons old[b] » [b]no powers »
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    Even though Sablespark wasn't part of the group scaring the small kit at the moment, didn't mean he wasn't interested. Though, he liked to think he had a little more common sense then to practically chase the young serval. Raising his voice enough for the snow leopard and cat to hear, but not to sound like a threat. "Give the kit some space." His tail tip flicked back and forth across the ground. "Can't you see they're scared?"
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    [size=10]IC~ Illusionarypaw mentally rolled her eyes. Of course she had! What was she going to do? Walk up to a kit's face and be like 'hi I'm Illusionarypaw' and scare them out of they're fur? As a snow leopard, she did that not to frighten cats with her size and massive paws.











    [size=10]OOC~ Illusions is being arrogant or something, isn't she? :P




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    'What is going on here?" the General asked, her voice calm as usual as she padded up to the three others who have already gathered there in front of the Elite kitten. The stench of the Elite was easily recognised, but she was unsure of why the kitten was here. He seemed damn terrified, though, and she wasn't sure if the presence of all these cats were helping. "Are you lost, little fella?"



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    [sub][sub]#swiftyhere© swifty

    [color=#4C4C4C][size=24]


    [b]déesse[/b]


    [/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#1A1A1A; width: 350px; height: 18px; bordercolor=transparent;][align=center][color=#4C4C4C]4 months - windclan - serval kit - easy


    [/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#333333; width: 350px; height: 300px; bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px solid #292929; border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 30px;][fancypost bordercolor=transparent; overflow: auto; width: 300px; height: 275px; color: #4C4C4C; font-size: 7pt; text-align: justify;]The little serval kit stopped in her tracks and hunched down, making her look smaller than what she really was. As De turned her head towards the side of the bush, she made out a familiar figure. Another serval! She wasn't alone! But then her baby blue eyes slowly looked up, coming to a rest on a scar on the serval's eye. De was a little freaked out, thinking that she had just encountered what was called a "group of rogues". Her mother, Mariposa, had told her that she should be wary of them fore they would kill without reason, and sometimes kidnap kits to raise them as a new group member.


    Her short legs began to move backwards, away from the one-eyed serval. But her eyes remained fixated on the scar. How could she see with one eye? Is she part of a rogue group or maybe a loner? Will I get taken to the rogue group and be raised as one, like mom said? With too many thoughts rushing through her head she stumbled and fell. Then in an instant, a breeze rushed over her and she looked up to see a larger white cub. De had never seen such an animal before. And a rather pretty animal at that. She could feel her heart pounding against her chest, but she began to realize something. They sounded pretty friendly.


    Mustering up as much courage as she could find in her little soul, she sat upright and looked at the two standing in front of her. "I'm Déesse, she quietly mewed. She wanted to add in, "And I'm lost", but she didn't want to admit that. As soon as she finished, she heard more pawsteps approaching. She whirled around, only to see two felines. When she heard the dark furred tom speak, she felt relieved. He sounded friendly too. Her heart began to calm and she realized that maybe these felines could help her out.


    "Y-yeah." De finally admitted, but only to the she-cat that had a commanding-like voice. In De's eyes, she appeared to be of higher importance in the small group. Perhaps she was their leader or held a position higher then they.




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    "Well little one," The one-eyed serval backed up, suddenly feeling a rush of pain. "I'm Mockingpaw, Honorguard of Windclan. Where are you from?" She realized the kit was afraid of her, though it wasn't like she hadn't felt that before. Other than her scarred face, her voice was soft.

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    [sub][sub]#swiftyhere© swifty

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    [b]déesse[/b]


    [/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#1A1A1A; width: 350px; height: 18px; bordercolor=transparent;][align=center][color=#4C4C4C]4 months - windclan - serval kit - easy


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    Elite? She had heard of it somewhere before... But where? "Well," Mockingpaw lifted her head to look at Wingspan, eye inquisitive. "I don't see why you can't stay in Windclan for a little while, you must be hungry." This was a kit after all, and there was no harm in them...

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    [sub][sub]#swiftyhere© swifty

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    [b]déesse[/b]


    [/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#1A1A1A; width: 350px; height: 18px; bordercolor=transparent;][align=center][color=#4C4C4C]4 months - windclan - serval kit - easy


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    [size=8]"Well we're a Clan like the Elite, and I don't know if you'll recognize him, but Solem is also here. He was formally from the Elite as well, so you might recognize him. He's a huge polar bear," Fireflyspark explained with a small smile. If they knew each other, that'd be great since the kitten had some connection in WindClan. If not, that was alright as well.

    [justify]The she-cat padded over, looking at Fireflyspark, not saying anything, just listening, her tail flicking. "Hi," she finally said. "What's going on, may I ask?"[/justify]

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    [sub][sub]#swiftyhere© swifty

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    [b]déesse[/b]


    [/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#1A1A1A; width: 350px; height: 18px; bordercolor=transparent;][align=center][color=#4C4C4C]4 months - windclan - serval kit - easy


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    Little De didn't know much about the Elite, after all she was only there for two moons, and she saw this as an opportunity to get to know more about them and possibly join back up with them. Little did she know that the Elite was now gone. "He's from the Elite?!" She meowed happily. "Oh! I want to meet him!" Happiness was the only thing fluttering within her now; thoughts of rogues and dangers were now out of the question. "Can he tell me about the Elite? Like where they are, and how to get back to them, and what they were like? And oh! Did he know my momma?!" The little black serval couldn't contain herself any longer and jumped around in a tight circle. The possibilities seemed endless to her.


    Once she tired she stopped and took in a deep breath before looking up at the she-cat that padded closer. She didn't know what to make of this feline just yet, but she was willing to give them all a try after seeing how friendly they were to her. She was just a little kit, and if they really meant harm, she would've easily been disposed of the moment she first heard the pawsteps. "Hi! I'm Déesse, but momma calls me De for short. And I was lost but know I'm rescued!"
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    "Well, De, let me bring you back to camp," The serval motioned the kit to follow close along side of her with a flick of her tail.


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    [sub][sub]#swiftyhere© swifty

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    [b]déesse[/b]


    [/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#1A1A1A; width: 350px; height: 18px; bordercolor=transparent;][align=center][color=#4C4C4C]4 months - windclan - serval kit - easy


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    De's gaze shifted from the feline who had just padded up to them to the larger serval next to her. She looked intimidating, yet her presence was soothing. Could it be the fact that she was a serval De could connect to? Or was it the fact that she yearned for someone to fill her mother's paws? Whatever the reason was, De went along with her invitation. With a smile, De nodded to the feline. She quickly padded up to the feline's flank and lightly laid her short tail along the female's flank, growing oblivious yet not unconscious to those still around them.


    Out of curiosity, the little black serval kit looked up at the one-eyed serval. "Mockingpaw?" she meowed with worry and curiosity. "What's this Windclan like? And will they be okay with me staying?" She really wanted to ask things like, "They won't hurt me right?" and "I'll find my mother again, won't I?", but she knew now was not the right time for them. And she already half-heartidly knew the answer to one of them.



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    She looked down at the kit, here eyes soft as she answered her question "Windclan is a large group of animals. We fight for territory, and we catch prey or everyone, so essentially, were one big family." She mused, watching the path she and the menalistic serval were on. "If they don't want you, which i doubt, they'll have to go through me first." She assured her.