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    That the boy was an orphan was clear. His father had drowned in the gorge before he'd even been born and a solid moon had past since his mother had been declared missing. She might still be alive somewhere, out in the loner lands or with a twoleg family, but she certainly wasn't in WindClan, with him. Carrotkit had walked around in a daze for the first week after his mother's disappearance had been announced a closed case, but in the time since, he'd grown fond of the sympathy his older clanmates showered upon him. Getting offered trinkets and his favorite prey didn't bring his parents back, but he was happy to squash down the hurt and milk the warriors and queens for all the free stuff he could get.


    Currently, his orange and cream frame could be spotted wiggling in the lush green summer grass. Eagles weren't the most common sight in WindClan but one must have passed by recently. All it had taken was wide, pleading eyes from Carrotkit to convince the jumpy apprentice who'd found one of the eagle's feathers that she ought to give it to the poor, orphaned kit. A loud thanks later, and he could be found tumbling in the grass alongside his treasured new toy, letting out loud squawks as he pretended to be the majestic bird that the feather had once belonged to.

    There had a been another kit they'd recently taken in. She remembered going on out a mission looking for the kit's parents, however... A whole of week of searching to find nothing. There was absolutely nothing. If they simply had a lead, any really, they could have found their parents. Still, leaving this kit all on their lonesome wasn't right. The clan decided to take them in, despite current circumstances. She wouldn't say she showed the new addition sympathy, considering she wasn't really around to spend time with the kit. The clan was still trying to rebuild themselves, but it was pretty slow. They really needed the extra paws around here. She wasn't sure how it would be like including Riverclan and Darkclan for help, but it was better than being in these tunnels for sure.


    When she made it to the surface, the loud squawks (?) called her attention. Birds, eagles of all things wasn't common around here. They were dangerous, and it was best to stay clear of them. When she went to go investigate the source she found the kit they had taken in. Carrotkit. How'd he get here? Did someone bring him here as a joke? Maybe he just snuck out of the cave? It could be worse. Could have gotten himself lost in the tunnels. Maybe she should have warned them before bringing her paw to stop him from tumbling around. "Go back. Not safe. I take you home."

    WindClan's troubles had always seemed to pale in comparison to his own. Carrotkit barely thought about how his home was enduring. It had existed long before he'd been born, after all - probably since before the stars had come into existence - and he couldn't imagine any setback truly devastating it. WindClan was simply home, and if anything unpleasant happened, it was easy to close his eyes and pretend that nothing had changed.


    The young flame point's game was interrupted by an unhappy voice behind him. Startled, Carrotkit let the feather drop from between his jaws, silky fur bushing out as he twisted around to face the warrior. Go back?! His ears flattened, spirit drooping. But he was having fun! Smokehaze sure was a stick in the mud. Clambering back to his paws, he tried to wind his way between the older cat's paws, baby-blue eyes widening as he softly insisted, "But I like it here! Please, Smokehaze?"




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    [ hawkpaw ] [ marbled tabby bengal mix with milky blue blind eyes ] [ 9 moons ] [ male ] [ trad. windclan mca ] [ gen. 1 ] [ penned by crepuscular ]

    The scent of eagle filled Hawkpaw with alarm- especially after he smelled Carrotkit upon the breeze as well. Lithe frame pushing through the tall grasses that would brush against his swirling tabby pelt, it seemed he hadn't been the first to stumble upon the gingery tom-kit.


    "Sorry, but Smokehaze is right. Until you get bigger you need to stick close to the nursery." Though he couldn't see, the medicine cat apprentice had deducted that the bird of prey's scent wasn't strong enough to signal that the whole bird was anywhere around and the source must have been just a few feathers scattered about. "I know it's boring sitting around all day, so if you want you can hang out with me in the medicine den." He offered, though he was sure if Carrotkit took him up on it he would probably come to regret his offer later; kits were hard to keep an eye on in the first place and his lack of sight would likely further complicate things. It would be fine as long as there weren't any deathberries within reach, right?


    Maybe that was the reason medicine cats couldn't have families of their own. It would be problematic if kits went wandering into the medicine den to pester their parents as it just wasn't a good place for a horde of kittens.

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    Oh, yet another kit that had bounded out of the confines of camp! Even Fluxpaw hadn't been that stupid. He'd been quite the unusual kit but had surprisingly avoided going out of their camp in his youth. There seemed to be an epidemic rising; children seemed to like breaking the rules a lot more nowadays. Not that he was particularly old, but at 9 moons he was getting on a bit; in a couple of moons he'd be a full warrior; that was simultaneously terrifying and wonderful at the same time. "Nyahaha, you kids seem to like wandering around where you're not supposed to," giggled the alabaster apprentice, ashen eyes examining this feisty fireball known as Carrotkit. "So is it your lifelong goal to get your guts torn out by a predator?" Luckily the eagle hadn't been around the same time as this kit, but if he had, a grim fate surely would have come to him, and Feluxpaw let out a laugh at the mere thought of it.

    Coming out clearing hadn't been as clever an idea as Carrotkit had thought. He squirmed as Hawkpaw and Fluxpaw approached, silently praying that one of them would defend him to Smokehaze. Neither did, of course, but Hawkpaw offered an acceptable substitute. "Really? You won't kick me out?" Even the elders got tired of having kits hanging around after a while. They needed rest, his tail! More like, they were nasty, selfish creatures who didn't deserve the comfort of his presence. "Can I bring my feather?"


    Fluxpaw's remark terrified him. Carrotkit drew back, attempting to press against Hawkpaw in search of comfort. Fluxpaw was so creepy sometimes. If Carrotkit was in charge, the alabaster apprentice would be kicked out in an instant. "Don't say that! I don't want my guts torn out!" It wasn't like he was the first kit who'd ever sneaked out, and no one else had come back with their innards missing. Nonetheless, he was certain to have nightmares from the harsh comment.