just a flesh wound (open; it would be nice to have a medicine cat)

This is an archived version of FeralFront. While you can surf through all the content that was ever created on FeralFront, no new content can be created.
If you'd like some free FeralFront memorabilia to look back on fondly, see this thread from Dynamo (if this message is still here, we still have memorabilia): https://feralfront.com/thread/2669184-free-feralfront-memorabilia/.

    the time had come--whirlkit was finally six moons old, and would become an apprentice any day now. the young tom was getting impatient and could scarcely wait any longer to receive his apprentice name and mentor. it was nighttime, but sleep was far from his thoughts. whirlkit fidgeted in his nest, but no amount of tossing and turning would make him tired enough to settle down and rest. what he needed was a little adventure.


    whirlkit knew kits weren't supposed to leave camp without a chaperone, but he couldn't imagine himself getting into too much trouble. i'm six moons old now, nobody can tell me not to leave camp, he rationalized. and so he slipped out into the wilderness.


    it wasn't long before whirlkit encountered the ferocious beasts of the night. a large cockroach that crossed his path caused the young cat to yowl and back away into a thorny bush. as he struggled to break free from the nettles, another foreboding creature approached him. whirlkit's howling had piqued the interest of a curious raccoon. heart pounding with fear of the creature twice his size, whirlkit made a run for it, tripped on some roots, and tumbled head-first into a rocky ditch.


    the raccoon twitched its whiskers and mozied away, and whirlkit was left alone in the dark, wounded and wondering if this was the end.

    Considering the similarities in their history and the fact PumpkinPatch herself had been a queen with her own litter of kits when Whirl's parents died? She tried her best frequently to keep an eye on him and was soon going to speak about mentoring him to ForestStar, as she believed herself the best cat to help him overcome the emotional issues his kithood trauma could case later through his apprenticeship. The recently remade warrior noticed pretty quickly when she came back to camp that he was gone, as she checked for him when she could, so noticing he was missing almost was natural as noticing her own kits had been less seen from recently. "Whirl?!" she shouted for him and when she heard nothing the light orange tabby proceeded to exit camp again and start searching, sniffing and wandering in search of the small tom


    Eventually she heard sniffling and rushed albeit slower than most cats due to her stocky build, towards the sound. "Whirl?" the female spoke softly, her single remaining bright golden optic shining in the dim light of the night, she than noticed the ruffled pelt of the bright golden tabby. "WhirlKit! What happened to you?!" she rushed over to him, guiding him out of the ditch by his scruff, starting to groom him and pull burrs or other such thing's from his pelt, the non burned half of her face warped in concern.

    starclan? is that you? whirlkit heard a voice coming towards him, and eventually recognized it as pumpkinpatch's. oh, i'm alive!


    whirlkit pulled away when pumpkinpatch started pulling the burrs out of his fur. "i can do it myself!" he squeaked, though the real reason was that it hurt to have them taken out. whirlkit stood up on shaky legs and tried to walk. "it was nothing," the kit mewed, flicking an ear. he wasn't going to let anyone think he was weak! he wasn't just some kit anymore, and he wouldn't be pandered to like one.