Abandoned kit on WindClan territory!

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    A tiny, squirming, bundle of fur pawed for her mother's belly, but she had vanished. The chorus of suckling, the rhythmic beating of her mother's heart, and the familiar tang of milk were only faint memories now. She was alone. The small helpless she-kit could do nothing. It was only a matter of time before her fate was sealed by mother nature, and the ginger she-kit would disappear without a trace.

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    Wildheart padded along the border, checking the edges for any sign of enemy cats. Suddenly, she scented something. A rogue kit, the scent of milk still fresh. There was also a fainter scent of a rogue she-cat. Curious, she followed the scent and came along a tiny ginger she-kit, squealing for its mother. Wildheart blinked. She was awkward with kits; always was, always will be. But she knew one thing; it would die soon. So the silver tabby curled herself awkwardly around the kit to keep it warm. She had no milk to give, but maybe a queen would come along. Until then, she made warming and protecting this kit the priority.

    Warmth returned to to the tiny, ginger she-kit's body as she huddled against the snug, cozy fur. Suddenly, the she-kit didn't feel alone anymore. She was safe and secure. The she-kit listened to the familiar rhythmic beating of her mother's heart, and fell fast asleep.

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    Wildheart glanced down at the little kit, who had suddenly fallen asleep. She thought mentally, 'I guess I'm good at this queen stuff.' Noticing the kit's fur seemed a bit dirty, she started to wash the kit gently while it slept. She hoped the mother of the kit would come soon; she wasn't sure what this kit would eat.

    Wildheart looked down at the kit. It was kinda cute. Ok. Kinda cute? This kit was adorable. She decided to call it something, anything, just so she wouldn't have to call it 'the kit'. Just until its mother got back.


    OOC: What's the kit's name?

    OOC: Ok.


    An idea suddenly came to Wildheart. Maybe... Foxkit? The kit looked a bit like a fox, so she was content with the name. Besides, this was only temporary; the kit's mother was coming soon, right? So it didn't matter what Foxkit's name was, as long as she wasn't 'the kit' in Wildheart's mind anymore. And, as Wildheart glanced around, watching for any signs of a she-cat, she couldn't stop one other thought from emerging either;


    Foxkit was also appropriately named for the way she had sneakily already snuck her way into Wildheart's heart.


    OOC: Now this would just be sad if the kit's mom came X3

    OOC: I love you. So much. But...


    Coolstorybro. Needs more death and turtles.

    OOC: You have made my day.


    SPEC IS SATISFIED. THE RP MUST GO ON.


    Soo, uh. What now? Should Wildheart just give up and bring the kit back to the camp? Or keep waiting until the dragon comes and the kit turns into a turtle and flies away with her?

    OOC: LULULLULULULUULULU


    Ok :3


    IC:


    Wildheart glanced around again. It was almost evening, and the kit's mother still hadn't come. She supposed she might as well just take Foxkit and have her as a Windclan cat. Hopefully there would be a queen with milk to spare.


    She glanced down at her beloved bundle of fur, picked her up by the scruff, and carried her back to camp.