HUSH LITTLE ONE | Open, Bringing kits to camp

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    The warrior took his time bringing the kits to camp, making sure nothing was going to befall them. It was his duty as these children's uncle, but he supposed he was now a "father". Bearkit had been a struggle, just carrying him to camp. The tom was heavy and more bulky than the rest, requiring the warrior to stop more often. However he made sure to hurry, as these were children, and they would need to suckle soon. Adderstar might question him of the kits, but he would say some story about it. Daisystem had stood in the hollow to recover from the whole ordeal.


    Inspecting the kits, he smiled. These children showed likeliness to him, and Applekit looked like a mini version of Adderstar. Funny, how he would raise something that looked like his half sister. The thought terrified him at first, considering he didn't have a good history with his half sister, and so he hoped this child would not hate him.


    Finally he had made it back to ThunderClan camp with the four kits, Applekit being held by the scuff. Gently he put the kit down next to her siblings, Bearkit, Palekit, and Jasminekit. Not soon after the warrior cooed at the small kittens, licking their small little heads, as if kissing them. He gently nuzzled Palekit, as he lazily curled a tail protectively around the kits.


    Clanmates would question where he had gotten the kids, that much was obvious. The other thing was that the children held similar features to that of his own. Maybe they would assume these kits were his? Either way these kits needed a queen to look after them.


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    Pinefang stepped toward where Thrushpelt stood, soft blue eyes narrowed as she observed the small bodies that she'd watched him bring into camp. The warrior found worry gnawing at her, a strange anxiety she had experienced on so few occasions that she could not adjust to it with ease. Instead, she bounced from paw to paw as she began to settle herself against the ground, and her tail swayed out behind her. Where is their mother?


    "Thrushpelt," she began in a high voice, "where did these kits come from? I haven't seen them before." Her tail twitched and she rocked from side to side, head tilting as she assumed a new position with extended forepaws and crouched back legs. "Has something happened?"


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    [hr][justify][size=8][tracking! daisy will actually still be at the hollow recovering before she comes back c:
    & i'll post the link on the birthing thread <3]

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    As Thrushpelt's teeth left her scruff, Applekit let out a weak mew - calling for the warmth and milk of Daisystem that was no longer beside her. Her tiny claws scrabbled against Bearkit as she tried to drag herself forwards, searching in vain for the queen's soft fur. If only she could speak coherent words...it would make her search much easier. But she couldn't - and instead, another shrill call echoed from Applekit's jaws, and she paused in her advancement - fear and confusion forcing her to take shallow, quick breaths.
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    [size=7pt][color=white]★ APPLEKIT ★[/size]


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    ★ applekit
    ★ daughter of daisystem and luxor (adopted by thrushpelt)
    ★ female


    ★ no crushes - no 'maybe' crushes
    ★ no character bonds


    ★ cinnamon-silver tabby with a long tail
    ★ green eyes


    ★ a dreamer
    ★ avoids confrontation
    ★ usually trying to get out of camp


    INTERACTION
    ★ attack in bolded text
    ★ thoughts "Speech."
    ★ powerplay permitted on non-aggressive actions

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt;]The bengal female metaphorically raised an eyebrow while she watched as the tom carried the small bundles of fur into camp with him. Last time she checked, the male was no father to kits that she knew of, so it truly was strange to see him return to camp with the small souls. She had no idea whether or not he found them or there was something a bit deeper, a bit more complicated than that. However, it really didn't matter where the kits came from to the seasoned warrior as she would simply welcome them regardless. After all, they were only and simply kits.


    After a few moments of observation or so, the green eyed female shifted her way over to Trushpelt was located. "Ah, and what or rather who do we have here, now?" she inquired in a smooth tone of voice while she studied the subjects before her.
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    Their peace with their children had been ruined when Pinefang interrupted. Not that Thrushpelt was enraged about, but he wanted some ore alone time with the kits. However, these kits needed a Queen to look after them. The warrior sighed, and looked at the other warrior, their clanmate. "Does it really matter, if it does I'll explain later to the others." Others meaning the warriors and other clanmates in camp, who weren't ill. "More or less." Was all they could manage to say to Pinefang.


    Ivoryskies was next. Thrushpelt found it much easier to talk to them, since they didn't give them serious prying questions. He smiled in return to her question, "These are my children." It was a lie, but he couldn't tell the truth. They brought their tail to point to the kits, "Meet Bearkit, Jasminekit, Palekit, and Applekit."


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    The way Thrushpelt gave affection to the young felines suggested they were actually his own. But if he was the father, who was the mother? Silverpaw couldn't distinctly remember the warrior favoring any she-cats in Thunderclan and began to suspect the worse. [i]Loner? Kittypet? A warrior of a different clan? The tuxedo wasn't often baffled, but this situation rose more questions than answers.




    No matter who the mother to these kits was, the young kittens would undoubtedly need milk soon. A black and silver cranium turned slightly to sweep the rest of camp. The apprentice was searching out a queen who might have a small enough litter to make room for four more. Instead of questioning Thrushpelt on the kits' origin, Silverpaw left that activity to the Thunderclanners who had arrived at the scene first. There was no need to add more to the bombardment of inquiries and make the older tom uncomfortable. When Thrushpelt did begin to answer his clanmates' questions, Silverpaw listened intently.




    "these are my children."




    If that statement was truth, the cream tabby's reputation was on the line. The mother to the kits was still unnamed. As the new father named the kits, Silverpaw nodded softly, refraining from speaking until after Thrushpelt was done. "[b]They're lovely, Thrushpelt." The tuxedo's feathery tail swished back in forth in thought as they observed the litter.

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      [li]badgerstep x darkshine[/li]
      [li]siblings - ivypaw[/li]
      [li]no crush | no mate[/li]
      [li]physically medium | mentally hard[/li]
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      [li][size=8]pm for plots[/size][/li]

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    To say the least, Olivebranch was a bit...uneasy around kits. There had been a kittypet kit named Ori that was abandoned, and Olivebranch had been assigned as his mentor when he stumbled upon the tunnels of CloverClan. For what seemed like hundreds of moons she had trained him every step of the way, and he kept getting in trouble and raising the molly's stress levels. She was happy when Oripaw became Oritail. It fit him...to an extent, of sorts. Over time, he went to solve issues on his own and earn the title of Best Warrior.


    These kits were no exception.


    Huffing as the warrior padded up to the scene, she glanced at the kits. "They look amazing, but...who's the mother?" There, that was it, it was out. She glanced at Applekit. "Because I think this one wants her."
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    Spottedfern was drawn to the scene by the sound of pitiful mewling and milk scent. And there were four tiny kits, barely a few sunrises old. "Where did these little ones come from?" she inquired, not taking her eyes off of the tiny bundle. What precious little dears. Hopefully they all survived; it was not uncommon for kits to die in their first moon of life.
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    Info | Updated 10/1/2017

    "Well they are all lovely kits. We should get them fed and warm before we start asking Thrushpelt about their mother," Stormysky stated figuring the little kits needed care first.

    She shrunk away, realizing how accusatory she had been. She bounced on her paws and fell silent as she listened to the other warriors begin to speak as they approached. Spottedfern's observation struck her and she looked at the small, fragile kitten that was moving around. She pulled her ears back, sorrow for the young kitten filling her chest, and noted Stormsky's statement.


    "They have lovely names, Thrushpelt." She found herself in awe at the name of Jasminekit. It was a name that sounded gentle. She wondered if the kitten would grow to be anything like the way the name made her feel.


    "I can't feed them if they need milk," she began with a slow, hesitant mew. Her voice was soft and she lifted her head, swallowing hard as she prepared to speak louder. "But I can take care of them, at least for the time being, until we find a Queen who can care for them."

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    what?
    kittens?
    now?
    now was not a good time. with the threat of leaf-bare hanging over their heads, and the yellowcough that came with it, thunderclan was desperate as ever for good food, warmth and shelter. they didn't need more mouths to feed, nor cats to contaminate. milkfrost's expression twitched, his lips curling downwards, his whiskers drooping as he caught sight of his clanmates cooing over the newly brought kittens. he had questions. lots of questions.


    but he wasn't a mouse-brain. he knew proper manners. it was not his place to ask how thrushpelt had gotten them, why he got them, and if they were his. the shapes and pelts of the kittens did hint at the male's relation, and with that observation, milk's displeasure reached his eyes. he twitched his nose once more as he heard the murmurs and whispers of congrats from his clanmates. they were really okay with this.


    the male turned his gaze away for a moment to collect himself. now was not the time. even as he disliked the idea of more burden and more mouths to feed, they were now thunderclan kits. the others were right though. they needed a queen. milkfrost nodded at stormsky's statement. "does anyone know of a queen that has recently kitted?" they would have milk, even if it was very little.


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    Spottedfern shook her head. "No, but Mossflight is expecting. Maybe she has some milk already, and if not, I think she gives birth soon," she suggested in a mobile post.
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    "Hopefully we need some way to feed them otherwise they'll starve." Stormysky meowed saddened and worried about such a thing happening to the newborn kits. Though he wasn't able to do anything for them himself.

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    ivypaw sidled up next to silverpaw in a tracking post. her roleplayer didn't feel like writing everything out because she was very tired, so ivypaw decided to simply stay silent during the conversation.
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