Heronswoop's shadow had disappeared for a bit, but at least it hadn't been for nearly as long as his other disappearances. Usually you could only find the white warrior right behind Heronswoop and when he wasn't he was probably dozing off in the warriors den or something. But he was trying to get back into it today, which was why he was going to go out and try to do some hunting. Unlike most RiverClan cats he assumed, he actually preferred hunting on land and he preferred the types of prey the earth had to offer rather then the water. Fish was okay and all, but nothing would ever beat a bird or a mouse in Berylbreeze's opinion. So he begins to walk in the direction of the SkyClan border, following the river... which still smelled kind of horrid but at this point he was used to its off scent. However as he's walking along the riverbank... he hears soft mews in the distance. Even though his own kits were not born yet, fatherly instincts seem to almost instantly kick in. Concerned he quickly pads off in the direction of the meows, and sure enough as he continues to quickly pad alongside the river three bundles of fur can be seen laying side by side of each other. Kits... not even old enough to open their eyes. His heart sinks, they were clearly abandoned... Someone, one of their parents dropped them off here and considering he was having a hard type picking up any other scent it had been awhile since any adult had been here.
Immediately he felt some type of connection to the children. Berylbreeze himself had been abandoned as a child right smack in the middle of SkyClan. He was a bit older however, but he could just barely remember his mother dropping him off and leaving... She gave him only a beryl necklace to remember her by and for some reason he wore it. He wore a gift that the mother who abandoned him gifted him.
It had been a shock when he had learned that his mother had been DarkClan's deputy Jewelpelt, and that he had multiple other siblings throughout the clans... along with even more siblings in DarkClan.
He doubted any of them were still around. He was alone.
Shaking the thoughts out of his head he moves towards the kits, a little confused... on how to handle them. They needed a home... they needed parents. He had some in mind... a couple they could go to but they weren't in RiverClan. But he knew the couple he was thinking about would take good care of them, and they'd have plenty of siblings to play with as well. He wasn't sure if once other RiverClan cats found the kits and approached the scene if they'd be so keen of RiverClan not taking the kits in... but the cats he knew would raise the kits well needed a pick me up. Some joy in their lives. This would help them, this would help them a little...
He had thought briefly about... asking Heronswoop if she would like to adopt them. If they could raise them. But they had their own litter on their way and it'd be their first, their focus and attention needed to be on the children they had coming.
He'd stay quiet about his idea for now, and instead waited for others to approach. He wouldn't be able to carry them all back to camp with him, and he wasn't about to just leave one or two alone. Who knows how long they had been out by themselves for... It'd probably be best if the three of them were checked up on by a medicine cat. Once that was settled he'd propose the idea he had.
//sloppy post but :0
this is just for a plot reason so no one has to reply, just wanted to post something for it lol.
Just don't have your character adopt the kits (they can attempt to though but Beryl will interfere). Beryl will end up taking em else where soon <3<3
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