Loner kit wandering territory...

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    A small blue-gray tabby she-kit padded towards the river. She looked into the river, watching her reflection. She tilted her head. The she-kit was surprisingly thin. Most cats would find that strange, as this young kit should be with her mother, feeding off her milk. The kit was just hoping she could find her mommy. Her mommy wasn't there that one day. She knew her father was dead. But what she didn't know was that her mother had died, battling a fox to save Fish's life. Her mother's name had been Violet, for her violet eyes, and her daddy was named Current, because he loved the river and swimming. Fish splashed a paw into the water, and giggled at the feel.

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    EmberMoon, a white she cat with amber eyes, a queen and senior warrior in Riverclan wandered away from her patrol for some peace. She approached the river and tucked her legs under her. She saw a little kit by the river, assuming it was a kit from her clan, EmberMoon padded towards the kit. EmberMoon's swollen kit filled belly swished as she walked. "Hey! Your supposed to be in camp-" she mewed but stopped when she saw the kit was unfamiliar.

    "Hey, little kit! What's a small kit like you doing here all alone?" EmberMoon mewed as she calmly padded over to the small kit.

    i ran from my clan they said they were gonna kill me so my mom told me to run and they killed her -cries softly-

    EmberMoon licked the kit between her ears, "If you want I can take care of you." EmberMoon mewed softly as she sat, her swollen belly swishing with every move she made.

    "Not true I want you. And as for my kits, they'll be happy to have a littermate they could look up to." EmberMoon insisted.

    Watergrave, a respected she-cat warrior pads towards them, surprised to see Embermoon licking a unfamiliar kit.


    "Embermoon, your kits are waiting for you back in the nursery. And you," Watergrave glared towards the little she-kit. "What are you doing here? Embermoon, this is not one of our kits." Watergrave hissed at the little she-kit.

    "Watergrave!" Embermoon exclaimed and dipped her head in respect. "I'm sorry, but that kit was in need of comfort so I thought ....." Her voice trailed off. She hung her head. "I'm sorry. It wont happen again. and I think my kits are capable to behave they will become apprentices before my new litter is born." Embermoon mewed as she watched the kit disappear.

    "Good." Watergrave said. "I can see why you would want to keep that kit. You have a soft heart."


    Watergrave turns her head to where the little she-kit ran off.


    "That little she-kit gave me no respect. But anyways, I'm leaving." Watergrave turned and ran off silently, back into the woods.

    Fish stared at what was happening in silence. She blinked, expressionless. The blue-gray kit said nothing, just watched. She was a bit confused, but she didn't let it show.

    Embermoon whirled around, she saw Fish. "Hey! You little kit come here!" Embermoon meowed. As she tucked her legs under her.