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    *:･ﾟ✦ BLOSSOMKIT

    —— my clarity | tags *:･ﾟ✦

    The white young molly carefully stepped through the undergrowth, letting out squeaks as her small paws touched the unfamiliar, uncomfortable ground. She was hating every second of this - she was so, so tired. The kit didn't know how long she had been walking, and if it wasn't for her desperation, she would have stopped long ago. Her paws trembled as she walked, and as she looked down, she could see mud on them. Unsheathing her short, shiny claws, she noticed dirt stuck inbetween them.


    "Just get off!" The tall kit wailed, distressed, scraping her claws against the ground in an attempt to get rid of the dirt, but more dirt just built up in the areas between her claws as she scraped. There was no end to it. She wanted to vomit. She just wanted to sleep. She just wanted to leave.


    She didn't think there was any way her brother was alive. He had disappeared, and honestly, she had already given up most hope. She knew she still had to search - he was her brother. But really... she had her doubts.


    A thunderstorm raged in the molly's mind as she walked, trying to ignore the disgusting feeling of her paws pressing into the undergrowth. She had already lost everything else - her mother, her father, probably her brother... and it seemed as though she was now losing her dignity. Nothing made sense anymore. One moment, her life was fine, the next moment, everything she cared about was gone. Looking for her brother was her last hope - she didn't know how she could go on without him.


    Images of her family flashed through her memories, and, lacking any control over her emotions, the kit broke down sobbing, wailing uncontrollably, unable to form words in her grief. She was trying so hard and she was losing everything and she was never ever going to find her brother and now some stupid cats were going to eat her. She wasn't dumb - she could smell them and they smelled foul. She wondered how many cats lived here - would she make a good meal? She was tall, but then again, she was still only a kitten...


    If these cats can eat small animals for prey, they can eat me, too. They will eat me, too. Maybe they ate my poor brother already!


    The white molly was beginning to panic. She fiddled with the diamond around her neck, which was attached on a piece of string. It was the only beautiful thing left, and so with a gasp, she held onto it, clutching it in one small, trembling paw.


    The world seemed to spin around her. She could see her mother, father, brother, repeat, again and again, and it felt like she was being taunted. They were all gone and she was still here, because the world was cruel.


    "Get me out of here!" The kit screamed, before slamming her paw over her mouth, still sobbing. She had alerted those predators to her whereabouts, she was sure of it, and now those beastly creatures were going to have her for breakfast. It was all over, she knew it was.


    Still, she was going to try and put up a fight. Whoever came to eat her would have to deal with her first.


    I feel faint... why are there black spots everywhere?


    Just get me out...


    "Speech."

    Smolderingpaw

    10 Moons + TAGS


    A cry out alerted the Siamese who had been in the midst of a solo hunt, his ears perked and his head rose from where he had it lowered. His steely blues narrowed before he finally placed an unknown cat scent, his grey paws started moving forward through the slushy earth. It wasn't hard to spot the white ball of fluff, an object around her neck catching a glare and blinding his good eye momentarily. "H-Hey," Smolderingpaw would call out as he approached, as he neared he could see that the young molly had been upset, recent tears seemed fresh from her eyes. His grey ears pinned down against his head as his paw steps became slow and cautious as he tried to show that he meant no ill intent. "My name is Smolderingpaw, it's okay. Come here." He spoke gently before offering a hug with one outstretched paw.



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    *:･ﾟ✦ BLOSSOMKIT

    —— my clarity | tags *:･ﾟ✦

    //sister hug!!!


    They're here.


    The young molly twisted her head as she heard a voice. She wanted to curl up into a ball and sob some more, but she knew that she had to be brave. She wasn't going to spend her last few minutes on this planet crying and panicking like a child, even if she was a child.


    And so the tall, white furred kit forced herself to stand up straight, hoping to appear as fiercesome as possible. She was taller than average after all... but then again, she could tell that this cat was older than her. Probably not an adult, but perhaps nearing that age.


    It didn't matter either way. He was clearly going to eat her, no matter how old he was. And clearly, he was trying to fool her, ears pinned against his head, pawsteps becoming slower. Then he was stretching out a paw, a nasty, cruel paw, and so the kit did the only thing she could think of.


    With a burst of energy, she slapped the stranger's paw away, before leaping away from him. "Get away from me, you brute!" she gasped, her fur bristling, making her look a little larger. "Do you take me for a fool? Cats like you, thinking you can scoop just anyone up and take them for breakfast... cannibals, the lot of you!" Her pretty, light blue eyes narrowed, sparking with anger and fear, as well as disgust. If she was going to die at the paws of this beast, she would make sure that he knew how much she utterly despised him first.


    "Speech."

    ◆◇◆ A soft mrrow! of laughter left Briarheart's throat as she approached the scene. "Is that what they told you? That we eat other cats? That lot really needs to stop spreading those types of rumors," she said, shaking her head. The warrior stood tall, looking down at the kitten and flicking her tail back and forth. She surely was a feisty one, and clearly very alone. She turned to Smolderingpaw. "Can you go fetch Eaglestar or Oakridge, and Owlgaze, too," she said. They'd need to have a look at this kit. She was surely tired, hungry, maybe even hurt and she should be looked over as soon as possible. "I'm Briarheart of DarkClan. Smolderingpaw and I are not going to eat you, I promise."

    Smolderingpaw

    10 Moons + TAGS


    His paw recoiled and so did he as the she-kit launched into a defensive stance, his grey ears flattened against his head. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you." The Siamese would mumble as he'd glance around awkwardly, he didn't want to leave her out here on her own but how could he prove to her that he wasn't a cannibal. His gaze flickered to Briarheart as the warrior laughed, he'd nod his head to her order before giving a last glance at the white molly then backing up to turn and head to camp.


    "Eaglestar! Oakridge! Owlgaze! There's a kitten out on her own." Smolderingpaw would call out once he reached camp.

    // EAGLESTAR.   oakstar.   OWLGAZE.

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    *:･ﾟ✦ BLOSSOMKIT

    —— my clarity | tags *:･ﾟ✦

    There's another one!


    The white molly's fur fluffed out even more as another cat approached - this one seemed older than the first, a female. And she seemed to be laughing!


    She's truly messed up in the head, laughing before she eats me... oh, how I wish I was still with mother... she would keep me safe from any scary cats who wanted me for breakfast.


    I can't do this alone.


    "If you aren't going to eat me, what else are you going to do? You expect me to just trust you a lot, a pair of strangers?" she had to admit, for a brief moment, as the younger of the two cats had apologised before leaving, to fetch other cats to share the meal, probably, she had almost felt sorry for slapping her paw away. Just for a moment, that was all. These cats were impressive actors, that had to be said. "And is he off to bring more of you? I don't want to see more of your kind, thank you very much!"


    Her small paws were starting to move towards the diamond around her neck so that she could cling to it out of fear, but she then placed them gently back down on the ground. The kitten's eyes flicked down to her paws briefly - they were stained from her surroundings. She longed to clean them, but she didn't even want her tongue to touch her disgusting paws.


    Part of the reason why she trusted these cats so little was because of what had happened to her mother. She didn't truly believe that all cats were mean - in fact, she believed that most cats were kind, with good hearts. But her mother had been killed by a rogue, so who was she to trust? Any of these cats could kill her, she knew where she stood. She was a young child and they were much more powerful than her, she was sure of it.


    Mother...


    It was getting harder for the kit to not cling onto the diamond. It reminded her of her mother, made her feel as though she was a little closer to her. The harsh truth that her mother was gone still hadn't really settled in. Her mind was breaking it seemed, and all she wanted, all she wanted at all, was to see her family again.


    But that wasn't going to happen. Even if these strangers turned out to be merciful, she knew that her mother and father were dead, and she strongly doubted that her brother was alive.


    Maybe, by some luck, she would survive this encounter. But even if she lived another day, she already felt dead, as dead as the rest of her family.


    Mother, father, brother, come back...


    Please...


    "Speech."

    A sad sight to see, a frail kit struggling to survive on her own out here in the wilderness. He was slightly impressed through because nothing had come to try and eat at her or maybe it was Starclan's will that she arrive upon their doorsteps. The leviathan moved carefully across the pine nettle covered floor, easily traversing the home he had grown up in and lived his whole life. He was slightly amused by the tales that this young kit was spinning, calling them cannibals when they were anything of the sort. But her tales did have some merit to it because there were those that were cannibals but they lived far from here in the home of twolegplace. That was the home of Bloodclan and their ilk that killed without thought and most times without reason. But they had not heard much from the clan that was such a far walk away. The beast tilted his head then, towering over much of the cats that were there now and he gave a low sigh. "Trusting us is your only option here. You'll freeze out here all alone and we have some food for you and shelter. We can't in good conscious leave a kit to struggle out in these dangerous woods. It's against our code to do so." His deep tones were smooth, holding soft rumbles that almost made it sound as if he was purring as he lowered his head a bit. He had noticed the diamond that she was holding on to so desperately. "I promise that nothing bad will happen to you now or again. I'm here. You can walk with me to camp if you want."

    ･ﾟ ✦ ° why do love and hate sound just the same to me - Approaching quickly after he was called for, Oakridge was startled at the scene he found. Coming closer to the kit but still giving her a wide berth, Oakridge spoke gently, his voice calm. "Everyone, calm down please. Give her some space." He turned golden eyes the kit's way and blinked warmly at her. "Little one, do you have a name?"

    speaking thoughts

    that feeling. being scared and alone with nothing but rumors screaming at you, fear engulfing any common sense you had, causing you to spit and spout things that you just couldn't make much sense of. he knew it, all too well. the medicine cat apprentice, once again, arrived before his mentor, a small bundle of herbs in jaw just in case. he wasn't sure what was happening but he needed to treat her. there was so many cats, and stars, he would be overwhelmed too. "hey, you guys mind if I talk to her?" though it was more of a demand than a request as he tried to beckon for the others to back up, limping to sit a few steps away from the frightened kitten. he placed a small piece of honey comb upon the ground, gently nudging it forward with his nose, wiping off access with his tongue. "I'm sorry they're scaring you like that." he apologized, looking mainly at briarheart, and alpinefrost. they didn't like to admit it, but they were a scary looking bundle to a kitten. laying down, he began to twitch his ears. "you know, I'm not clanborn either. in fact, my mentor, owlgaze, practically saved my life from a group of.. not so friendly cats. i understand exactly how you feel. scared. lonely. no one to trust. nothing but the words of others to go by, but I promise you, I will keep you safe, even if it means giving up my own life, just for yours. you have my word." he promised, a small smile pushing on his face. he wanted her to be able to rest easy, even if it meant he would have a kitten following him everywhere he went. it was his job. he had to make sure he was okay. he wanted to make sure she was okay.

           

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    *:･ﾟ✦ BLOSSOMKIT

    —— my clarity | tags *:･ﾟ✦

    More cats were coming - she felt as though her head was spinning. Maybe they weren't trying to hurt her, maybe they still were. She didn't know how to feel and it terrified her. Before she had lost her mother, she had been such a brave kit... she was just taking a while to recover.


    The idea drifted into her mind that maybe, just maybe, her brother could be nearby. If these strangers were telling the truth, perhaps, by some miracle, they may know of his whereabouts at least.


    Perhaps that was what motivated her to at least try listening. One of the cats had questioned a code - that had caught her attention, mainly because it was weird and unfamiliar. "A code?" She mewed, her voice a little judgemental. Even if these cats weren't cannibals, they were certainly very complicated.


    The next cat who approached gained a little respect from the white kit right off the bat - he had asked for her to be given space. "Yes, I'd like some space, thank you very much," the slender molly agreed, tail swishing as she spoke. The tom had asked for her name... she didn't really have one. Her mother had given her the loveliest nicknames, but no actually names. She wasn't about to tell this stranger about those nicknames, anyway. She refused to share something so intimate and special with him. "I don't really have a name." The answer was short and simple, unlike the complex emotions hidden behind it. Everything was just reminding her of her mother and of home and it was hurting her... so much.


    The next cat who came over was respectful enough to give her a little space. He had also dropped something on the ground - a honeycomb, was it? It looked rather nice, pleasant to the eyes, unlike everything else in this cruel, unfamilar place. The stranger had even opted to lay down, clearly trying as hard as he could to convince her he was not a threat.


    She was hardly convinced, but she was gradually growing tired of arguing with these cats, so she just listened to what was very likely to be some fake backstory the tom had thought up for himself in the last five seconds.


    "We'll see about that, then, I guess." The molly's answer was frosty - oh, she would feel rather guilty if this tom turned out to be telling the truth. Then again, he could hardly blame her for freaking out. This was all too new to her.


    One of the other cats, she remembered, had mentioned going back to the 'camp' with him. That sounded like a horrific idea. "Is that where you eat?" she commented coldly, narrowing her light blue eyes. She then let out a sigh. She was bored of going around in circles and circles - she may as well go with them. "Let's get going, I suppose."


    He's not going to be there, I just hope... that he is.


    "Speech."

    ･ﾟ ✦ ° why do love and hate sound just the same to me - Watching with pride as Spiderpaw helped to further calm the nameless kit, Oakridge nodded happily when she agreed to let them look after her in camp. Even if she ended up not staying with DarkClan, it put the blue tom's mind at rest to know that she wouldn't freeze to death out in the mountains tonight. Standing, Oakridge looked at the others gathered around. "Spiderpaw and I will make sure that she gets back safely. Alpinefrost, Briarheart, would you mind taking Smolderingpaw with you and starting up a hunting patrol? I'll come join you once I'm sure these two are safe at camp." The tom's voice was easy, calm, as he looked to Briarheart and gave his friend a reassuring nod. The little she-kit was clearly overwhelmed, so he wanted to give her the space and lack of looming cats to calm down a little.

    speaking thoughts

    ◆◇◆ The situation had escaped Briarheart’s capabilities. She wasn’t good with kits, nor did she know how to comfort them when they were clearly terrified, especially of her. Spiderpaw did have a point. She was brooding and scarred, any kit might feel threatened by her and her leviathan of a Clanmate who stepped up to try and diffuse the kitten’s misplaced but valid fear next. When Oakridge arrived, she kindly backed off, whiplike tail lashing as she watched the others try to calm the young she-kit. “Of course, Oakridge,” she mewed, her first words since her initial. Looking towards the others he’d instructed her to hunt with, she flicked her tail and beckoned them to follow her deeper into the misty forest to look for some prey. They had another young mouth to feed, and that meant more would go hungry if not provided for correctly.


    / I can make a private thread and tag y’all!

    He didn't feel the need to say anything more since it was insisted that he was part of the problem with scaring the kit. He supposed it was correct that he might be a little bit much although he hadn't been aggressive. At least he didn't think he was being aggressive and had even lowered himself a bit to seem a bit more manageable. But he guessed no matter what he did it wasn't to be helpful in this situation and maybe he was not putting enough feeling into the situation either. So he was being dismissed and told he wasn't needed for the situation and he back off, turning his head away from the scene. They were to leave and go on a hunting patrol and it was necessary. Now that they had another mouth to feed he would most likely be giving up his meal for the kit's which was fine. He could fine meager meals of bones to chew on to offer himself something to eat and so he moved off to linger near Briarheart so that they could be off to hunt with his apprentice.

    Smolderingpaw

    10 Moons + TAGS


    A slight frown worked onto the maw of the young tom as he'd glance at the she-kit, it was something out of his paws though. His steely blue gaze flickered towards his deputy as he took the reigns for command, sending them off to their duties. The Siamese tom would nod his head to acknowledge the blue rosette tabby's words before looking to Briarheart as she took control of the patrol. He'd follow after the two warriors without a word, he was excited to go hunting with his mentor so he tried not to linger on his worry for the young molly, she was in good care.




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    *:･ﾟ✦ BLOSSOMKIT

    —— my clarity | tags *:･ﾟ✦

    She was relieved that the tom had sent away some of the cats - she finally felt as though she could breathe again. The slender white molly took a deep breath, immediately regretting it as she tasted the unfamiliar air of the land she had ended up with. She nearly started trembling again, but forced herself to stay calm. The kit had already made herself look like a fool, wailing her head off - she was determined to show these cats how brave she could truly be.


    "Let's go to the camp- quickly, then." she mewed, sounding impatient. Then sooner the kit found out whether she was going to live or die, the better. She wasn't stupid after all - she knew that no progress would be made just standing here. As she waited for the remaining cats to start walking in the direction of their camp, the kit wondered with a gentle sigh just why she had ended up in this situation in the first place. The kit placed a small paw upon a scar which rested underneath her left eye - the rogue had left it there, a stain on her that would never go away, a cruel reminder of how she had lost her mother, her brother, and considering where she was now headed with these cats, her dignity.


    "Speech."

    NETTLEKIT

    the stinging silence

    Nettlekit was sitting besides the camp entrance, staring out as always, wondering if he wanted to run and never return, to go and try find his family, to fight the rogue or to never leave the safety of the camp ever again. He didn't really think of running before, but now he was healed and relatively strong. And yet, his determination was battled with fear, enormous fear, and love for the clanmates and the friends he's made, trusting him to do the right thing, worrying and caring about him. And so he sometimes just stood and stared out, crippled with indecisiveness, not being able to make a step in whichever direction until he got tired and quit his weird custom.


    This time though, he was far too tired and didn't want to leave, and so he fell asleep with light unconsciousness overwhelming and blurring out his senses, stiff on the cold ground but back lifting up and down slowly, whiskers twitching occasionally. When cats started approaching camp though, his whiskers twitched one more time before he snapped awake, ears pointed up in alarm. He sniffed around the air to see if it wasn't a continuation of a dream or nightmare, and stood up lightning speed, walking a few leaps out of the camp for the first time since he's came.


    Oh by StarClan, oh by StarClan, it's her. Eyes landed on her pelt clean as a swan's feather and a diamond their mom gifted her a while ago on a string around her neck. StarClan, StarClan thank you! He wanted to yell out at the skies above but no sounds came out. He ran towards his sister, and leapt onto her full weight, probably making them both fall down onto the dirt, licking her neck and cheeks and quietly purring at the feel of the diamond pressing into his chest.


    *:･ﾟ✦ BLOSSOMKIT

    —— my clarity | tags *:･ﾟ✦

    They had been walking for a while now. The she kit's paws ached, and she let out a tiny groan. "How... much... further?" She gasped. She had already been walking for ages before encountering these strangers. She was surprised her paws hadn't fallen off yet.


    My paws... she looked down at them again, finding that they were even muckier than when she had last checked. The slender molly's eyes were beginning to water again, her paws were messy - just like her life.


    I'm not being dramatic at all.


    While she was looking at her small paws, a shape suddenly slammed into her, and she let out a scream. "I knew it! I knew you wanted to eat me! You monster!" The kitten gasped, batting weakly at the shape with her paws, the miserable thought hanging at the back of her mind that she was too weak and too tired to even stand a chance. She had landed in the dirt, surprisingly without a sound, though she could feel the dirt making itself comfortable in her fur. This really was how she was going to go out - of all the ways to die... this was how it was going to happen.


    A few moments passed where the kit had expected to meet her doom - her blue eyes were focused on the ground, not even wanting to look up, not wanting to give her attacker the satisfaction of seeing the raw fear in her eyes. But then she felt something unexpected - the shape purring against her, and a tongue licking her neck and cheeks.


    She looked up, and then let out a gasp.


    No... it can't be...


    But it is!


    "It's you..." she whispered, letting out a soft purr as she spoke, gently touching her brother's nose with her own, letting out a sob. It felt real, this all actually felt real. "It's really you... I thought I had lost you forever... you're really, really here. And that means..."


    She looked past her brother to the strange cats who had been leading her to their camp, the cats she had so harshly flung accusations at. Guilt knawed at her belly. "They saved you, and brought you here..." she blinked apologetically at the strangers, giving them a small smile. "I'm... sorry, really. This has been a huge misunderstanding."


    She licked her brother's cheek before explaining. "This is my brother. A while ago, we had some problems with a rogue and... we lost our mother," she paused for a moment, letting out a small sob. The young molly allowed her eyes to rest on her brother again, gazing at him lovingly. She just couldn't believe he was really here. The kit then continued to speak. "He disappeared - I was luckier, the rogue gave me this scar, but apart from that, I did pretty well." She gestured with a small paw towards the scar underneath her eye.


    "I didn't think I was going to see him again. Really... I was looking all over for you..." She placed her paws around the other kit, breathing in his scent, pressing her face into his pelt, still sobbing, hoping he didn't mind if his fur got a little wet and messy. It couldn't be helped - he was just, he was just alive and that was crazy and amazing and confusing and a thousand others things. She was just so happy.




    "Speech."

    NETTLEKIT

    the stinging silence

    Nettlekit heard his sister cry out, some sort of bee-brained thing as she always did, about as much of a drama queen as always. He loved it, he loved her, nothing ever felt better than being back with her. It changed everything, she could speak, she could tell them... he stayed quiet as she explained and apologized, probably for some sort of emotional outburst, of course. He didn’t mind, he didn’t mind anything at all if it meant they could stay together. She needed to get checked on, she needed to go with Spiderpaw to the medicine cat den, and then he’d push her off to the side and he could finally talk with her. He stood up quickly, because they needed to get back into camp, back into safety, and without a word put his teeth into the fur on her back where their mom used to hold them and started pulling her towards camp.