he can keep all of georgia // open, bloodclan kit + gifts

It was very uncharacteristic for Bloodclan to be giving gifts to any clan, let alone an enemy.

The little kitten's outline shone in the dim morning light, the forest almost seeming monochromatic in the low luster. Seemed fitting for a clan called Shadowclan.

Rudolph had been sent to Shadowclan to send threats towards the clans. Why the happy-go-lucky, naive kitten was chosen as an ambassador, he hadn't a clue. Though, the kitten was elated at the prospect of meeting a clan, and being his innocent and ignorant self, he had no idea of Bloodclan's turmoil with the clans. He thought that why'd be caring, excited, like stereotypical mothers in fairy tales, always waiting for their kits and never giving up...Well, not exactly. But they were so peaceful, he thought, so there shouldn't be a problem, right?

The kit's movements were methodical and slow, yet he was so obviously excited by the smile painting his white and orange face, features seeming to have been masterfully maintained over the course of practice. By no, it was merely the kit's optimistic attitude that kept him going, like his blood kept flowing. Ears pricked and tail waving high like a flag, he started to approach the border without fully realizing.

Under that mask of happiness, waves of tiredness washed over the kit. So, so tired. Rudolph had been wandering for around a day or two, and although a regular, full-grown could easily track their way towards the border easily, his nose was not fully developed yet. Not to mention, his small size left him unable to run as quickly as he would have liked to. His paws felt as if they were attached to cinder blocks, and he barely slept during his journey, blinking threatening blurriness at the edges of his green eyes. He didn't think that anyone would notice him gone anyways...Not that the kit paid attention to what his Clanmates thought. He was too wrapped up in his idealistic, pacifistic thoughts.

A rank scent flooded Rudolph's sensitive nose, causing him to mask his snout with his paw. This must be Shadowclan, he mused, and stopped right where the strong scent had begun.

One might ask, what was Rudolph going to give to the Shadowclanners? Well, he was supposed to carry dead kits to the border, freshly murdered under cold blood...he thought not. He didn't know what cost he would have to pay if he were to go against Six's order's but here he was, with miniature flower crowns. Yes, the kitten had three tiny flower crowns - they would fit like a tiny crown between a full-grown cat's ears - all for the Shadowclanners. The kitten had the three crowns wrapped around his neck, seemingly too huge for him.

"H-Hey! Bloodclan's got a message for Shadowclan! Also I brought these flower crowns that I made myself!" He beamed at the last statement, his tail swishing excitedly as he awaited the first comer.

He kept glancing back in the distance behind him. He was disobeying Six, but it just wasn't right to deliver dead infants to an enemy. Especially if the parcel was carried by a kit himself.

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He heard footsteps heading towards them, and noticed a russet warrior. His first reaction was not of surprise, but of a warm greeting. Purring with glee, the small kitten's tail wagged like a dog's would, and stood upHis brows furrowing, he didn't think that anyone would be concerned of how he got there, only that a Bloodclan member was here and that he was their enemy. That was what he was told. That was the mindset of all clan cats, the raucous voice of a Bloodclanners told him, scolded him. He felt a little angry that his Clanmates had such...stereotypical views on a group of cats, but no matter. He knew they weren't true anyways.

"Hiya there!" He purred, his tone as affable as ever. He noted that the thin warrior seemed on edge, but for whatever reason? It could be because he was from an enemy clan, yes, but did he look so threatening? "Thank you, I picked them myself! And yes, I am alone." He confirmed, glancing at his flower crowns. "Bloodclan had sent me by myself." He said, suddenly reminded of his long expedition, the fatigue starting to ebb into his legs. He sat down quietly, letting his paws relax as he set them on sturdy marsh ground.

Noticing another warrior coming along, brown-and-white this time, he turned to her. He seemed quite on edge as well - was something wrong with him? Or was it his allegiance that was troubling the both of them? Either way, the kit offered an affable smile to her as well, dipping his head in respect. Another warrior had approached the growing crowd, a beige color. She didn't look as guarded, and nodded to her as well.

He almost jumped back as a bubbly apprentice hopped up to him, standing up with such force that he thought he was leaping backwards. He dipped his head to allow the miniature flower crowns for the apprentice, giggling softly as he felt quite proud of himself. At least one cat knew not to fear him! Not that the warriors didn't have any sense, no, but did they really hate Bloodclan that much? He figured so. He turned to the only cat who had taken his creations, beaming brightly. "You look super-spectacular!" He purred, cocking his head to one side. The crowns were made of random flowers that he could find - they couldn't be so dangerous, since he had worn them on his neck for some time - and it looked a little ridiculous on the apprentice.

Turning to Silkpaw, he was reminded of why Bloodclan hated them. Surprisingly, some of the she's words matched up with what Six and Sheo instructed him to say to them, so now he guessed the message wasn't so much of a surprise. He was almost a little discouraged by her seemingly harsh words - to him, anyways - but did his best to answer them. "Well, uh, I was supposed to bring dead kits, but where would you find some to kill? Not that I want to!" He mewed, sweating a little. He didn't want to be the Bloodclan stereotype, cold-blooded sociopaths who never passed up the opportunity to shed blood and to wreak havoc. No, he was quite almost the polar opposite. "I j-just thought that you guys might appreciate flower crowns more than...dead kits." He mewed, his ears flattening just a little.

He waited for anymore potential warriors to come along, and, after a while, deciding that no more would be coming to the scene, he composed himself and got ready to speak. Coughing, he held his paw to his mouth before starting his speech. "Okay, so Six told me that you guys wanted dead kittens, which is really weird, because what kind of cat even wants dead things? Except prey. But I kinda don't eat much prey, I rummage around and - Oh whoops, my bad, I trailed off. Where was I? Oh yeah, Six told me to bring dead kittens, but I made flower crowns instead because I bet you guys would like it better." He rambled, tending to shuffle his paws and glanced around the forest. Despite his bravado in coming here and disobeying Six's word, he really didn't feel comfortable talking to large crowds, especially with cats taller and bigger then him. "Also, quoting Lord Sheo here, 'Your kits will meet the same fate if they send aid to other clans. It's a warning, and a reminder'." He said, making sure to use an accuentuated, almost derogatory masculine voice to represent Sheo's speech, giggling a bit. Wait, how exactly did he remember most of that? Whoops, another side effect of having a lot of time on his hands. It wasn't like he was needed at the clan anyways. He didn't detect the possible malevolence that message could have carried.

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