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    "Hello?" Petite Fawnkit bumbled around the river weeds of the clan's vast territory, looking around with open curiosity. Motherless, fatherless, all alone. She was a tiny kit in a very big world. With a strong stream coursing to her right, she tentatively placed one paw in front of the other in a leftwards direction, filled with deep apprehension. Where was she? Tilting her sharp olive green optics towards the sky, she heaved a minuscule sigh. With the sunlight at this angle, it gave her orbs an almost electric yellow tinge. Her gaze narrowed in suspicion, and she swiveled her cranium around to and fro. Fawnkit was lost.


    For a moment, the little femme thought her chocolate brown ears had caught a strained sound, somewhere in the distance, and her elegant tail shot straight out. What was that? Was there something there? Or would she be alone forever? Or worse - the kit trembled - what if she wasn't alone? What if there was something out there, just waiting to gobble her up?


    The athletic, long-legged chocolate brown and linen white kit slinked along the soggy earth, keeping low. And then, the worst possible thing happened. Her fur, soft as feather down, got sopping wet as she fell into a deep puddle.



    Oh boy.
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    [/fancypost][align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 105%;][justify]dogpaw was, in a sense, alone too. not in the way that he didn't have a family (as he considered the entirety of riverclan his own) but in the sense that he had no one to turn to. not since bloodclan had taken have of their clan anyway. the whole debacle had left him a bundle of nerves who only found existing outside of the chaos a comfort nowadays. he disliked being huddled in a new camp, hated having to see it as his home when it couldn't even measure up to what it once was. riverclan was torn and he along with it.


    his negative thoughts were silenced with the replacement of a concrete voice coming from somewhere. it wasn't one the lykoi knew which prompted a tilt of his head. his circular optics blinked once...twice...thrice in confusion before he actually started forth. relying on memory of where the vocal had come from and his untrained nose, the boy tottered about in search of whoever had called out.


    the mission came to an end when he caught sight of a bark colored kitten. not a second later did he see the same kit topple over into a puddle. instead of laughing or even smiling at what some would see as a funny event, dogpaw raced to the soggied youth to pull her from the water. it seemed she was just younger than him and thus he struggled in an attempt to help right her once more.

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    "Oof!" Fawnkit found herself falling again only to be rescued. Instantly, the lean and athletic kit turned on her heel, shaking the tom off. "I'm fine!" She found herself blushing in embarrassment. How humiliating. Sighing, she examined herself. Her chocolate brown and white linen pelt was clinging to her lean and athletic frame, but betraying the fact she was hungry. Her bones were quite visible at this point. And then of course her stomach rumbled, so this was clearly going to be a wonderful first impression. Wet, hungry, cold. How pathetic? In this state, how could she ask for refuge, a place to stay, a friend?


    With round yellow and olive green orbs, the femme began to observe the tom in front of her. Black as coal, but roan as well. And with no hair on his face? Fawnkit had never seen such a feline! Her gaze turned from reserved and cautious to one of genuine curiosity. Of course, after composing herself, she remembered her manners. "Thank you for helping me. I'm Fawnkit. Can you tell me where I am by any chance?"

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    [/fancypost][align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 105%;][justify]it was evident that the stranger was better when she urged him off with a shake. dogpaw complied and released her gingerly. his ears drooped back in a sort of apology for his actions. the guilt was long gone once he got a better look at her. bony, small, frail, all the looks of someone in need. while he didn't know if he had the power to accept her or not, he knew the code stated to help a kit in need no matter what. that still applied even if she was practically he age he assumed.


    "you're in riverclan," the lykoi answered simply. the correct answer would have been 'you are in what once was riverclan' but there was no need to drive her off with current out of control politics. besides, he couldn't expect her to understand on an empty stomach. he brushed off her shifting stares, having never minded others questioning his looks. instead he extended her an olive branch. "i'm dogpaw. it's nice to meet you. come with me and i'll get you something to eat."

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    The brown and white she-cat praised Starclan silently. She would've had far too much pride to admit she was starving. Asking for help was a thought she physically recoiled at. She should be able to take care of herself. Strong, smart enough to do so. And here she had been, failing miserably. At least she didn't have to vocalize this, or worse, beg. She wanted to maintain at least some shred of dignity. Hiding a relieved smile and stifling a sigh of contentment, Fawnkit nodded and trotted along. "Ok. I'm sorry for the trouble. Thank you." And yet, she too knew how weak she was. She was frail at this point. Malnourished and miserable. So, she really wasn't nearly as sorry as she was elated. "What's your name? And what's Riverclan like? Do you guys have a leader?"

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    [/fancypost][align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 105%;][justify]with fawnkit's agreeance over his offer of food, dogpaw set off toward the pseudo camp he and the others of the temporary set up of clearwater resided in. once there, he would obtain some previously caught fish for her to eat. then smokebreath could sort everything out. as he walked, he talked, voice carrying over his shoulder easily. his head would turn every so often to look back at the bi-colored kit following behind him. how he could travel so perfectly while not even looking ahead was a mystery. "y'know, it wasn't that long ago that i was dogkit. but i'm an apprentice now! so i'm dogpaw until i become a warrior," he mused aloud. then he added on, "you'll probably be an apprentice soon, huh?"


    her other questions didn't receive an answer as fast as her first. even then, the tom's reply wasn't nearly as enthusiastic as it had previously been. while he still sounded warm, tone light and friendly, his voice had dipped to a quieter state. a more somber monotone took over. "riverclan's been...different lately. our leader, quietstar, merged us with his mate's clan - bloodclan. a lot of cats didn't like it, so now we're broken into two groups. i'm taking you to clearwater. that's where i stay. smokebreath - you'll like him - he's our leader for now i guess."

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    Fawnkit wolfed down the fish without hesitation, attacking her meal and diving in head first. Oh, so, so good. Salty and fresh. The she-cat sat down comfortably to face Dogpaw, then licked her white mitten paw only to drag it over her earth-toned ears. She grinned appreciatively, and her visage visibly lit up at the announcement of his apprenticeship. "Congratulations! And I guess I'm close to that age. Who's your mentor?"


    Fawnkit froze, paw once again in mid-air, but this time frozen. Her gaze hardened, and she slowly lowered her foreleg to the ground. The kit's expression became gradually solemn and grave as he went on. "That's quite a shame." To have to be in separate clans but so in love... and to then inflict starclan's punishments on the clan, making them split... Fawnkit frowned, mulling over the news. At the mention of Smokebreath, she straightened up. "Huh. Sounds like a cool guy."