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    on windclan's side of the rocky walls of the gorge lay a curly bundled body. the wind blew forth a strong chill and the unconscious body was precariously close to the edge of the gorge's jagged, steep rock walls. upon further inspection, it could be noted the kit's fur was tightly coiled and fitted to his fairly big body, (for his young age at least, however; he did look to be of apprentice age already) like sheepswool. his unusual fur, a mix of a dusky grey and a mousy brown color, the unstructured curls shielded him from the intense chill the wind brought forth. a rump on the back of his neck showed the big kit was likely just dropped off by someone carrying him by the back of his neck, presumably his mother. traces of valerian root could be smelt, and some tiny fragments nearby the kit were quickly being blown away by the wind, and it was quite evident the poor kit was given a high dosage to knock him out. the robust kit was beginning to fuss with his eyes still sealed shut, one hind leg paw kicking the dirt.




    ram ! | "speech"

    Haycloud was bored, plain and simple. The wannabe medic was padding through the territory, taking occasional glances at the mountains where his family resided. As he walked past the gorge, he spotted a strange lump on the far side, and the unmistakable scent of cat hit his nose.


    The orange tomcat dashed around the perimeter of the chasam as fast as his legs would carry him.


    When the warrior reached the unconscious youth, he detected the scent of valerian root. ‘What happened here?’


    He dragged the stranger a good distance away from the edge before inspecting him. “Hey, you awake?”

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    he felt pebbles dragging through his sheepwool pelt, and put up a fight, but his eyes were still locked shut. a scowl graced his face and he let out protesting sounds. his hindlegs were kicking, and he was bound to wake up any moment. the motion stopped, and the brawny young tom lay still a moment. the tom twitched a bit before his eyelids lifted ever slightly. his vision was in doubles, and when he lifted his sight to see an orange tom, scowled further. "and who are you!" he protested. he got to his paws and pinned his ears close to his head, swaying on his paws. he ran forward to charge the tom but.. at slo-mo speed before his wobbliness caused him to sit on his ass. frustrated at his drugged up state, he stared hard at the tom. "what'd you do to my mom huh?" he inquired accusingly.



    ram ! | "speech"

    “I’m haycloud, and I probably just saved your life” he said dryly.


    The wannabe medic backed away as the youngster got up, but then laughed at his useless attempt to attack him.


    “Mom?” Okay, now this was getting interesting. “Listen, I didn’t do anything to your mom. You were alone when I found you.”


    He walked closer to the stranger, looking him up and down. “Don’t worry about the valerian root, it should wear off soon enough.” He said matter-of-factly. “Besides that, do you have any injuries?”

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    ram's brooding subsided momentarily, and his ears stood up from their reclined and pinned back state. ram sat up straight, trying to ignore his doubled vision. ram gave this haycloud a deliberate look of consideration before saying slowly, "i don't trust you. my mom wouldn't leave me, especially not," he took a peek behind him, where the eerie gorge was, "she wouldn't leave me beside a damn cliff." ram insisted mistrustfully. his own doubt was evident however. but when this stranger noted valerian root, he knew the orange tom was telling the truth. pinning his ears back in hurt and anger, he gave the cat a spiteful look. his mother always gave him some to help him sleep, he was a light sleeper, but he knew his mother would knock herself out with the plant or small doses made her odd. grimly, he mumbled a thank you, before asking "now where the hell are we?"



    ram ! | "speech"

    “Based on your sharp tongue, I guess you’re fine” he answered with a chuckle.


    Haycloud sighed. “Listen, I don’t care if you trust me or not, I just care that you’re healthy, which you appear to be.”


    His next statement complicated things somewhat. Where were they? So this kid couldn’t just find their way home? Rats.


    “You’re on windclan territory. You’re welcome to stay in our camp until you’ve recovered, mister...”

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    ram's stare was calculating as he sized up the tom coldly. it was kind of hard to take ram seriously despite his large size because of his curly curly coat. the frigidness in his gaze was easily seen through though, and anybody could detect the hurt in his yellow orbs easily. still reeling from the overdose and the betrayal he felt, ram nodded slowly. his mother always called him sheepy because of his pelt; which he despised, but their family did reside on a farm with plenty of those dumbasses bleating all the time. the farm cats often gathered to tell tales of the clan cats, and he knew a bit of the clan structure. he decided it was time to change his name. "i'm .. ram." he said slowly, getting used to his new moniker. "windclan huh? do i gotta talk to your leader?"  



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