ROCKY CLIFFS || abandoned kits

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  • 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


    "speech."



    promise me no promises —— tags.

  • maybe it was wrong to say that she too had been abandoned. her mother had fled camp to give birth alone, deep in riverclan territory. then after a long and strenuous kitting, she died. that was finchpaw's abandonment. not quite the same. not quite as harrowing. she would not live with the knowledge of being unwanted, but she did still have the loneliness of never knowing her mother and the desperation of trying to find her irreplaceable love, the love that died with the light in her eyes, in others.

    her silent paws approached the snowy tom, perked ears having also followed the sound of hungry mewling. "b-berylbreeze?" she meowed quizzically as she joined him, her curious eyes flicking to the small group of kits at his paws. they had never met, not formally anyways, but she knew of him. known of him for a while, but now that heronswoop was one of the queens in the young girl's care, his name was as common as a sunrise. her gaze asked hundreds of questions, but her mouth would only vocalize one: "are they yours?" not asking if he sired them, not really, more concerned with if he were going to keep them. though she had never seen them herself, she could tell these kits were left behind. she didn't know if anyone would be coming back for them, and the thought filled her heart with a cold heaviness.

    before he could answer, she would go to inspecting the kits. they weren't newborn but not very old. she didn't see any physical damage to them, no cuts or scrapes, but she wasn't sure if they were necessarily healthy. they were hungry, and that was certain.

  • So focused on the children when Finchpaw called his name he let off a small jump before his head immediately swirled around to face the medicine cat apprentice. Immediately before he stepped back as if to silently say "look at these guys" as if Finchpaw didn't already see them or hear their loud cries. "I-I... I just found them here. They don't look all that old... and I can't pick up a trace of their parents." He murmurs... still in some strange disbelief of finding the children. How could parents be so cruel? Maybe it was wrong to assume this was by choice, but his mother split Berylbreeze and his siblings up completely by choice. He still didn't understand her reasons to why... "I'm just glad I came across them when I did. There is plenty of things out here that would snatch the poor things up in a heart-beat." It saddened him. It broke his heart it did... was this how SkyClan found him? Lost... scared... hungry... crying?


    He blinked at Finchpaw's comment. His?

    He'd love to. But he couldn't.

    He couldn't with his own kits on the way, they'd never get the attention and love they deserved with Heron's and his own on their way shortly. They needed a family that would love them and give them all the attention they needed. He just... he didn't believe with them being first time parents him and Heronswoop would be ready to juggle three kits on top of their own.


    He watches as she approaches the children. He remains silent for a moment before shaking his head. "Me? No... I can't. Heronswoop and I can't." He finally speaks. He watches Finchpaw's gaze, hoping not to see any concern. Were they... okay? For physically at least? "How do they look? Will they be okay? I'm sure their hungry... is there a queen available to feed them for the time being do you think?" He asks with a small tilt of his head.


    "I... I think I know a family who would be able to take the kits in though. They just... are not RiverClan. SkyClan." His old clan. Cats who were part of his old family. "After they get fed, do you think I'd be allowed to take them there?" Perhaps that would be seen as a huge red flag to RiverClan, him trying to hand off kits to his old clan. But these were children, kits who needed a family... He was sure there were cats in RiverClan who would love them to bits, but he knew they'd be well taken care of in SkyClan too. Not to mention... they might be exactly what the grieving family needed. Kits to love and care for, something to look forward to.


    "speech."



    promise me no promises —— tags.