RIPTIDE ; windclan kit

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    rivers were curious things to cottonkit.


    so far she had passed a number of streams and rivers on her adventure, all of which were foreign to her. she had never seen a river before, so when she first stumbled upon the falls she had been frozen in terror for a few seconds before bolting away in fear, crossing a twoleg bridge and traveling further into riverclan territory(unintentionally, as she had no idea riverclan was even a thing). the unfamiliar roaring of the water had been so obnoxiously loud to the child, like a lion that would never cease roaring.


    now that she had passed by a couple of smaller streams, cotton was starting to get comfortable and began to grow braver in the presence of these moving bodies of water. currently, she was approaching a much slower, shallower stream with a mix of both curiosity and caution. the running water was absolutely mesmerizing to her. she found herself watching the water flow downwards on repeat, much like how one would watch trees whiz by in a car ride. it was like a huge water snake!


    "fight me!" leaping forward with a high pitched war cry, cottonkit gave the stream an angry swipe of her paw with the intent to injure it, only to fall headfirst into the water with a surprised squeal. "gah!" she resurfaced having inhaled water through her nose, flailing her arms in the air wildly. she scrambled onto a rock that was protruding out of the steam, resembling something akin to a drenched rat. despite the failed attack, the kit's spirit was not doused in the slightest. "yer didn't get me yet, stinky!" she stuck her tongue out at the water that was flowing around her, addressing the stream as if it were a sentient being. for all she knew, the thing was a living being just like her.

    The shouting of a kit had easily drawn Frogpaw's attention, and she turned to the rest of her patrol with wide eyes. "Did you guys hear that?" She asked with a tilted head, only to hear another yowl. She turned and briskly made her way towards one of the nearby streams, expecting to find somebody in danger but only spotting a soaked child mocking the water. "Wha-? What are you doing here? Where did you come from?" The blue tabby asked in bewilderment, having never seen the creamy-furred she-kit in her life. Any scent that might have been on her was doused by the river water and she swiftly stepped into the stream in an attempt to scoop the kit up by the scruff and carry her to the shore. While swimming still frightened the apprentice, stepping into shallow water to help someone had become easier to do.

           

    WHEN TOMORROW COMES — tempestwing — riverclan — tags


    Tempestwing had stiffened at the unfamiliar yowl, surprise chased across her features by confusion. "I did." She responded, and followed the tabby apprentice towards the river where a young kitten was cursing the water as if it had offended StarClan personally. She's got fire, this one. The scarred molly thought with some amusement, keeping a careful eye on the two younger cats as Frogpaw made to scoop the young kitten off the rock and away from the river.


    "She's definitely not one of ours." The deputy meowed to nobody in particular, white-tipped tail brushing the bank behind her as she waited for the cream-furred scrap to defend herself. While the river's level was dropping fast, the lack of rain still so unsettling, it still posed a threat to those who didn't know how to swim.

    cottonkit gasped as she was lifted into the air, flailing wildly and sending a spray of water droplets shooting everywhere. "hey! wha's the big deal?!" she complained, giving the stranger and her companion a glare, which really didn't make her look as intimidating as she wanted it to.


    the kit wriggled free from frogpaw's grip and landed on her chin with a soft 'oomf!' she was extremely displeased with being denied her right to attack the water. "i ain't telling ya nothing, smelly." her figurative brows furrowed as she sulked, turning her nose away from the riverclan cats. her attempt to ignore the two cats didn't last for long because she returned seconds later to bounce angrily between frogpaw's feet. "why'd ya hafta help me, huh! huh! i almost had it! i was gonna... gonna... uhm... gonna hurt that big water snake real good!"

    Frogpaw tried her best to keep the wriggling creature within her jaws as they crossed the water, but eventually the tiny whirlwind was too much to handle. She slipped out, luckily on land, and the apprentice watched her throw her little temper tantrum with surprise and confusion etched onto her face. A quick look at Tempestwing would silently say, what the heck? "You mean...the stream?" She'd correct, gesturing with a paw towards the slithering water She supposed it did kind of look like a snake, especially for a child who had never seen something like it before. "I can promise that an attack on that would only result in you getting even more wet."

           


    ( Gyrecall )

    ( ♂ )(huge gray tabby, polydactyl)(21 moons)


    ( in character )

    “Not to mention,” Gyrecall said, emerging from a reed bed, “that attacking any sort of snake is a bad idea — especially if you’re one; untrained and two; alone.” Besides, there was a reason kits were introduced to the water early and supervised — a fully grown cat could drown in the shallowest puddle if they lost their footing, never mind an untested youngling.

    In a practiced move, he crouched down to be as close to eye-to-eye as he could manage with the sodden kit. No need to make her crane her neck, not when she was clearly already on her back paw. “Can you tell us your name and where you’re from? It’ll make getting you home that much easier.” Speaking of names... “If you hadn’t guessed, you’re on RiverClan territory — I’m Gyrecall, this is Frogpaw, and Tempestwing is our deputy.”


    ( out of character )

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    "a stream?" cottonkit echoed softly, testing out the way the unfamiliar word felt on her tongue. it was obvious she had never heard the word before but she flushed in embarrassment, scrambling to find a way to defend herself. "i knew that! tha's what i meant t'say."


    frogpaw's words, as well as the addition of a third cat, only seemed to aggravate the kitten further. she already despised being told what to do by her clanmates, so to have a group of older strangers question her reasoning was incredibly uncalled for to the kit. "not me!" she huffed stubbornly. "i'm super strong. i don't need any training!"


    however, gyrecall bending down to be eye-level with cotton seemed to make her relax slightly. she leaned forward to give him a curious sniff, wrinkling her nose at the unfamiliar smell that tom emitted. "yer smell kinda funny." she perked up as he questioned her, always pleased when the conversation was about her. "i'm cottonkit! my pa named me after my cool tail! she pointed proudly at her stubby tail with a claw, always eager to tell the story behind her treasured name to anyone and everyone who was willing (or not willing) to listen. "i'm from-" she suddenly cut herself short, squinting suspiciously at the male. "...why do y'wanna know? if i tell ya, yer gonna jus' gonna tryta send me back, aren't you? i can't go back yet until i find my ma!" she backed away from gyrecall with a shake of her head, trying to put as much distance between them as possible.


    cottonkit tilted her head to the side, puzzled. "riverclan? wha's that?" her attempt at staying suspicious towards the group of cats quickly died away upon hearing their names, distrust replaced with intense interest. she seemed especially interested in tempestwing and straightened up at the mention of her position. "wow!" she had stars in her eyes as she moved over to talk to tempestwing. "yer a deputy too!? cool!"

    I MAY BE DUMB, BUT IM NOT A DWEEB. I'M JUST A SUCKER WITH NO SELF-ESTEEM


    OJ made his way up, not really sure what was going on but trying his best to keep to himself until he could really understand, after all, he wasn't very good at stuff like this and he didn't exactly know how to introduce himself when so many other people were already there. WIth a kit, may he add. "Uh- what's going on over here?" the tom asked, a bit less bubbly than his usual self because he was unsure.


    Frogpaw was happy to let Gyrecall take the reins on this one, watching with a curiously tilted head as he interacted with the unruly child. She certainly was a spitfire, now wasn't she? She kept her mouth shut, fearing that she would only make little Cottonkit even more upset; she didn't really know how to talk to kits, anyway. The blue tabby flicked her ears as OJ approached, casting him a sideways glance with a look that said, heck if I know! "This is Cottonkit. We're not really sure where she came from," She explained to the best of her ability, icy eyes looking back towards the fireball of a kitten.

           


    ( Gyrecall )

    ( ♂ )(huge polydactyl gray tabby)(21 moons)(riverclan)(senior warrior)


    ( in character )

    Oh goodness. A kit on a quest wasn’t easily deterred. She was a clan kit, at least; that narrowed the possibilities significantly. It would’ve been a simple matter of scent-matching, had the muddy water not seeped so far into her fur. There wasn’t too much for them to do without more information, but he could buy time for Tempestwing’s verdit.

    “Well, as you might have noticed, we have quite a few streams on our territory. If a stream is really big, it’s called a river. Because we depend on the river for food and water, and because the clan is named after a cat named River, we’re called RiverClan.”


    Telling the kit about RiverClan wouldn’t get them any closer to getting her to safety, though. “But you’re on a mission, right? You probably don’t wanna hear all that. If we knew your mom’s name and what she looks like, maybe someone might’ve seen her! And if you’re up to coming to camp, we can get you something to eat — I bet you’re hungry, if you traveled so far into RiverClan’s territory.” They also needed to get her warmed up — he’d broach that topic next, once he’d shown himself to not be a threat.


    ( out of character )

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    I'M JUST A SUCKER WITH NO SELF-ESTEEM


    As the warrior spoke to him, he did notice the small kit at the border. Ah, so there was a kit here! "Oh, well, that is out of the ordinary..." OJ said, as Gryecall spoke, asking the kit to come back to camp for food.


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    ( ☀ )

    not sure where it came from. Use your nose dang it! The blind tom mentally commented, catching the faintest whiff of Windclan on the drenched she kittens fur. "WindClanner. We should get her back before she's missed!" He hissed, clouded eyes narrowing angrily. How does WindClan lose an entire kit from their camp? Do they have bees for brains!?

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