Posts by Stormguard

As they trekked through the unforgiving BloodClan desert, Stormkit remained close beside his sister, thinking that it was part of his brotherly duties to protect the tortoiseshell through thick and thin. He limbed every few steps, grunting with annoyance every time he did this. Stormkit's once beautiful chocolate fur was caked with dust and dirt, and his paw pads were cracked and raw. Even though his young body was weak and just about ready to pass out, the chocolate tomcat continued onwards for his only remaining sibling. Each time the burly kitten felt like he was just going to pass out, he forced himself forward and advanced towards the strong scent of death and decay.

Stormkit, much like his sister, was no easy little male. He was intensely loyal and faithful, yes, but held a certain anger in side of him, kinda like a fuse. As soon as something set this off, Stormkit would run wild, completely berzerk. He was quite a large tomcat for his age, and his fluffiness added to his brawny figure. This desert trek had surely strengthened him both physically and emotionally as well, even though it appeared that he was battered and bruised to a pulp by now.

"We're here." He croaked, voice crackling and his throat itching and dry. Stormkit's eyes lit up and he grinned toothily to his sibling, watching as a couple BloodClanners gathered around and questioned their whereabouts. "Cherrykit and Stormkit, orphans. Don't suppose you'd have space for us to join?"

"Yes, and it's been a terrible ordeal for the both of us." Stormkit added onto his sister's words, lightly pressing his mud-coated fur against hers to ease her mind. Now that she mentioned it, Stormkit was quite hungry as well. His belly was gnawing at him, and had been for quite a while now. The two had grown up picking at whatever they could find, which often wasn't enough for two growing kittens. No wonder he was looking so weak and frail.

A tiny grin slapped itself onto the longfurred kitten's face as Delsin welcomed them into the clan. Finally, no more running from place to place and no more going without food. Perhaps the two had finally found a permanent home for themselves. "Thank you." Stormkit grunted with his raspy throat, nodding his head in a polite greeting to both Delsin and Verity. Verity's question caused him to flick his ears in interest; Stormkit first looked over to his sibling and then nodded. "I think a tour would be nice."

The fluffy chocolate tomcat sat beside his tortoiseshell sibling, the protective side of him evident. After what the two had witnessed before their arrival at BloodClan, Stormkit had begun very safeguarding of his littermate. He wanted to keep her safe and out of harm's way, even if that didn't seem very possible due to them now being in the anti-clan of the desert. Stormkit pursed his lips at this thought, but quickly shook it away as he caught sight of the young serval and another cub, two other resident BloodClanners. "Oh, hello. I didn't catch your name before." He spoke to them both, flickering a fluffy tail beside the mouse corpse he'd eaten prior.

"Oh...oh, dear. Not again, not again, not again, not again." The youngster wasn't talking about Gertrude getting hurt "again", of course, but instead was wailing over the fact that so many felines close to him had been hurt some time in his life. He'd become accustomed to the fact that death was inescapable (and he'd need to get over it sometime -- he was in BloodClan, after all), but Gertrude being mauled literally right as he joined wasn't a pretty sight. Stormkit didn't even know the serval all that well, but her bloodied body reminded him too much of his littermates and parents.

"What's a 'Halloween'?" Stormkit asked Daenerys as he trotted forward with his chocolatey tail swishing gracefully behind him. He was (almost) three moons old, and hadn't really ever heard of this time of year before. It sounded quite interesting, though, so Stormkit decided to stick around for further insight.

Stormkit had been strolling through the desert, just getting familiar with the various scents, sights and sounds. They were very interesting: there was the everlasting smell of death and decay near the borders, and the sound of eagles and rattling snakes around every couples corners. Immediately, just like a bloodhound, Stormkit stopped and whipped around, suddenly baffled. This small area seemed to smell like ThunderClan; if he remembered correctly, him and Cherrykit had been there for a short while prior to arriving in BloodClan. "Something doesn't seem right here."

"That sounds interesting. I guess I'll join in." Stormkit mewed, padding up to the cub with a swaying feathery tail. He smiled inwardly as his hazelly eyes caught sight of the large pile of bones; he'd eaten well the last couple of days, and was feeling rather healthy and strong compared to what he'd felt like before arrival in BloodClan. Yes, he'd found a proper home.

"Cherrykit and I turn three moons today." Stormkit answered Delsin's question as he too trotted up to the small congregation of felines. The fluffy chocolate tomcat was also pretty happy to be able to have a nice birthday this month -- not like the previous months of their lives. Stormkit attended to playfully nudge his sister, chirping her a small birthday wish.