Frostbite's story pt 1: Abandoned kit found in snow!

[align=center][font=georgia]It was just a walk that Bostonpaw had been taking when he heard the small kit's mew. At first he wanted to simply dismiss it as a stray kitten, but as time trudged onwards it was clear that it wasn't. Still, the apprentice lingered around, waiting for someone else to hear the frantic calls.
When nobody did, Bostonpaw forced himself up and into the clearing, where a small white kitten layed covered in a thin layer of frost. Worried, he looked down at it — she. "Where are your parents?" he asked, though the tom was fairly sure that she was unable to speak yet.

[align=center][font=georgia]"Well, what's going on in here? Why am I not invited?" a slow drawl, drenched in mock sadness came drifting out, as a lean tom made his presence known. His pelt was long and ragged, seemingly more blue than grey. Bluepaw was nearing his warrior-ship already, and the tall, well-muscled built was a testimonial to it. Getting no response, his whisky-coloured eyes passed the apprentice, following his gaze, before it landed upon the half-dead kit.

"Oh. Where did you find her? I don't think you should be leaving her out in the cold."

Sometimes, nobody knew if Bluepaw was really that dumb, or if he was faking it. But he truly seemed at ease, his scent portraying no fear at all.

[align=center][font=georgia]ooc: You creepy stalker you. xD

"Uh," Bostonpaw began, looking up from his studious inspection of her. The tom was truly and completely unsure of what to say. Did this other apprentice think that he was the father to the kitten so clearly abandoned, silent as the snow itself as she layed there broken, sad, hungry? They were, after all, of the same fur colour — and nobody was ever sure about Bluepaw's true level of intelligence.
"I heard a cry," Bostonpaw admitted, enunciating every word clearly as if they were precious little thoughts. "So I went over to investigate."
There was only a short pause before the white tom asked his next question. "What should we do about it? We can't just leave her dying there in this awry weather. But I don't think ThunderClan has any available queens to foster her, either."

[align=center][font=georgia]ooc ;; who, what? Me? -blinks innocently- Why never!

ic ;;
He tilted his head a mere fraction, watching Bostonpaw stutter for an answer. Bluepaw's eyes fixed itself on the apprentice, the yellow shade intense. The heat of it seemed to grow stronger with every second, as it tried to bore a hole in him. He seemed panicky, and for a moment, Bluepaw wondered idly if they were related.

No.

The answer came, much like an echoing whisper, and he loosened up considerably. That kitten was probably just the victim of a whoring mother and a r.apist father, just like him. Sympathy crept from within his heart, as he cast a lopsided smile to the kit. It faded, however, when the replies of Bostonpaw pierced his thoughts. He honestly didn't really care about the manner in which Bostonpaw had found her, but his questions were something important. A frown took place on his face.

"I could take care of her.."

A new apprentice, Swiftpaw, looked at the kit with sympathy in her eyes.

[align=center][font=georgia]Aghast.
That, simply, was the only word you needed to describe Bostonpaw's feeling at the moment. How could an apprentice care for a young kit like her, and with no help whatsoever? It was simply impossible in his eyes, but for once he hesitated to say so.
"You're a little young, don't you think?" As soon as these words were out in the frosty winter air, however, he realized his mistake. The truth was Bluepaw was almost a warrior already, and with that knowledge in mind, the younger apprentice thought that he was probably going to persist and take the kitten under his wing. "Okay, maybe not," Bostonpaw quickly added, eyes flickering back to the tiny bundle of fur. The next words that came out of his mouth were tentative, but addded with the white tom's usual confident demeanor, it sounded convincing enough. "But I'm helping."

[align=center][font=georgia]The facial features of Bostonpaw seemed to morph into something else. It was one so distorted, that Bluepaw had great difficulty in deciphering. Repulsive? No. Shocked? Yes. But there was still another ingredient in it that had him stumbling.

Too soon though, Bostonpaw replied, and he had to once again, abandon his flow of thoughts. "Help..?" the word sounded foreign on his tongue. "Aren't you too young?"

[align=center][font=georgia]A mirthless smile made its way onto Bostonpaw's lips, channeling some of that placid air to his frosty blue eyes. "I dare say we're both too young, but..." The same blue eyes were now glancing yet again to the freezing kitten on the ground, and it didn't take him long to register the fact that she didn't have a name yet. "She has a better chance of surviving with the both of our help. Who knows, maybe we could even convince a she-cat to nurse her?" Bostonpaw's smile was now one of genuine hope, and was as fragile as the feeling itself.

[align=center][font=georgia]The expression of hope- delicate and frail as it was, brought a full-fledged smile to his features. A purr dragged out, rumbling louder as it went on. "Indeed. She shall survive," he murmured, nodding vigorously in agreement. Bluepaw moved towards the kitten, rasping a tongue over her. He pushed the fur up, allowing air to act as an insulate, providing the kit a little bit more of warmth. She was cold, but his warm body could melt away some of the frost settling onto her, and keep her relatively snug for the time being. He curled around her, trying to make her body temperature rise to a normal, healthy kit's one before they had to journey back.

[align=center][font=georgia]After a few moments of just standing there, watching Bluepaw practically cuddle the little kitten to death, he opened his mouth to suggest a visit to the medicine cat's.
But no words had the chance to pour out when he realized that they should at least name her first, that nameless little thing. "Any ideas on a name?" Bostonpaw asked, before throwing in a couple of suggestions of his own. "Frostbite, Hypothermia...?"
Unflattering as they were, the apprentice thought that they'd both be fitting, considering her mysterious appearance in ThunderClan land.

"Poor kit! Can you speak?" asked Swiftpaw.

[align=center][font=georgia]"Frostbite."
He felt that it was most befitting. Her pelt was white-resembling the celibate snow and frost around her. Although it was a little odd to mention her warrior name, when she was only just born recently, the fact didn't really quite bother Bluepaw, who didn't really observe the warrior code all the time. He only followed the ones that made sense to him, like not being a kittypet. Eating before the rest are fed was something he did often, as he did not see how the clan could function if it's providers starved.

"Frostbite is a beautiful name. It'll do."

[align=center][font=georgia]"Frostkit for now," Bostonpaw agreed, nuzzling the kitten's body. She felt warmer now, at least; and that can't be a bad sign, right? Warm as she was, though, he could tell that she wouldn't be able to stand the cold any longer. Or at least, he can't.
"We need to get her to the medic, ASAP." Shivering slightly, Bostonpaw leaned over to pick her up.

[align=center][font=georgia]Bluepaw shrugged, and led the way back to camp. His head swiveled back every now and then, as he cast a worried glance at the pair, every now and then. The apprentice didn't know any queens that was nursing, and he was afraid that they could not find a suitable queen for Frostkit.

"Good kit. I will nurse you. I have a bit of early milk." Swiftpaw murmured.