Blisskit closed her pink-red eyes. The young albino she-kit was going to die here in the snow, where nobody would find her. The prophecy her mother recited so many times rang through her head...
Beware of the white one, who has eyes of blood. Power is neither good nor bad, but what the keeper makes of it. She can rule the clan someday... or bring it to ruins.
What would happen if she died? Nobody cares about me, she thought with a shudder of pained hunger. [i]They wont' care.[/i]
"Who are you?" mewed Fadingstar, sympathy flooding through her veins as she stared at the poor scrap of fur.
"B-Blisskit..." she whispered. "Help me..."
Fadingstar nodded. "Can you walk? Where are your parents?"
"M-my mommy was named Falconswoop. She was..." Blisskit weakly stood, pain in her eyes and flooding through her body. "A SnowClan cat," she finished weakly. "She... she ran away when she met my daddy. That was a while ago..." With a gasp, Blisskit hobbled to Fadingstar, shivering.
Fadingstar did not know who that cat was, but it was unsurprising. The Clan was very large and she didn't know absolutely everybody in it. Plus, the cat may have left before she had joined or may have left before she was leader and had an obligation to know all the cats. "Are they still alive?" Fadingstar asked, turning to walk toward camp. She kept her gait slow and steady, making sure the kit was able to keep pace.
Blisskit shook her head, pressing against Fadingstar's pelt.
Finally they reached the camp, and Fadingstar leaned down to try and grasp the young kit by the scruff.
Blisskit let Fadingstar grab her, yawning and shivering. "T-thank you," she murmured, completely unaware of the she-cat's power.
Fadingstar would have nodded, but she was carrying the bundle of fur in her jaws. Instead, she chose to remain silent and padded forward, toward her den. Once inside of it, she set the kit down and slowly curled around her. She was shivering like a leaf in a strong wind storm! "How old are you?"
"Six moons," Blisskit replied, shaking dispite Fadingstar's warm fur. "I-I think..."
OOC: [move]I feel epic RPing with a high position... Even if it's failishly. 8) [/move] Gotta go, I'm sorry!
Fadingstar wrapped tighter around the young kit. "You're old enough to be an apprentice, if you wanted to join my Clan that is."
"Apprentice?" she asked, starting to warm up. Blisskit's pink eyes were fixed on Fadingstar, intrigued. "What's an apprentice? And, what is your clan?"
"An apprentice is a young cat that is training to be a warrior. My Clan is called SnowClan," mewed the leader. Fadingstar gave a small yawn, before resting her head on her paws. Whether this kit decided to stay with them or not, she would keep her here until she was well enough to travel again.
"I'll stay," Blisskit said, gazing with admiration at Fadingstar.
"Are you in pain anywhere?" Fadingstar inquired, amber eyes staring intently at the she-kit. The leader had noted her limping earlier, but wasn't certain if she was injured or merely tired. It would be best to get her checked out by a medicine cat, regardless.