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//nah it's fine <3

Rudolph didn't know the kitten who he spotted by the window very well. Perhaps he had seen her around before, but not that much. Still, he felt the urge to walk up to her and say hello, as a good kitten would do. He padded up to the kitten, dainty paws resting on the windowsill. "Hello there!" He purred, smiling happily.

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^^ agreeing with you two! there really should be some conflict, it shouldn't be as two-dimensional as good guys vs bad guys (all clans allied vs bloodclan)

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"B-But if you give a fly a piece of light, he becomes a firefly!" He blabbered, not exactly making sense anymore. The kit really didn't know too much about logic and the world, so he just improvised as he went. Turning to Petal, he purred in appreciation. "Y-Yay! I can become a plaything which is a thing that plays all day!" He purred, rolling around. He was probably driving the older cats insane, but he didn't seem to notice.

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ooh happy birbday!

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Delivering gifts were easy, and he would love to go to the Clans, and he would - wait, deliver dead kittens? What, where was he supposed to find any? And why would he look in the first place? He felt a little sick to his stomach, but decided not o say anything as his brows furrowed, mulling over what he would do.

Turning to Sheo, the chubby kitten's eyes widened, a deeper frown etching his facial features. "Oh...O-Okay!" He squeaked, his voice a little shaky as he hurried out to think of how he could complete the task.

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It was very uncharacteristic for Bloodclan to be giving gifts to any clan, let alone an enemy.

The little kitten's outline shone in the dim morning light, the forest almost seeming monochromatic in the low luster. Seemed fitting for a clan called Shadowclan.

Rudolph had been sent to Shadowclan to send threats towards the clans. Why the happy-go-lucky, naive kitten was chosen as an ambassador, he hadn't a clue. Though, the kitten was elated at the prospect of meeting a clan, and being his innocent and ignorant self, he had no idea of Bloodclan's turmoil with the clans. He thought that why'd be caring, excited, like stereotypical mothers in fairy tales, always waiting for their kits and never giving up...Well, not exactly. But they were so peaceful, he thought, so there shouldn't be a problem, right?

The kit's movements were methodical and slow, yet he was so obviously excited by the smile painting his white and orange face, features seeming to have been masterfully maintained over the course of practice. By no, it was merely the kit's optimistic attitude that kept him going, like his blood kept flowing. Ears pricked and tail waving high like a flag, he started to approach the border without fully realizing.

Under that mask of happiness, waves of tiredness washed over the kit. So, so tired. Rudolph had been wandering for around a day or two, and although a regular, full-grown could easily track their way towards the border easily, his nose was not fully developed yet. Not to mention, his small size left him unable to run as quickly as he would have liked to. His paws felt as if they were attached to cinder blocks, and he barely slept during his journey, blinking threatening blurriness at the edges of his green eyes. He didn't think that anyone would notice him gone anyways...Not that the kit paid attention to what his Clanmates thought. He was too wrapped up in his idealistic, pacifistic thoughts.

A rank scent flooded Rudolph's sensitive nose, causing him to mask his snout with his paw. This must be Shadowclan, he mused, and stopped right where the strong scent had begun.

One might ask, what was Rudolph going to give to the Shadowclanners? Well, he was supposed to carry dead kits to the border, freshly murdered under cold blood...he thought not. He didn't know what cost he would have to pay if he were to go against Six's order's but here he was, with miniature flower crowns. Yes, the kitten had three tiny flower crowns - they would fit like a tiny crown between a full-grown cat's ears - all for the Shadowclanners. The kitten had the three crowns wrapped around his neck, seemingly too huge for him.

"H-Hey! Bloodclan's got a message for Shadowclan! Also I brought these flower crowns that I made myself!" He beamed at the last statement, his tail swishing excitedly as he awaited the first comer.

He kept glancing back in the distance behind him. He was disobeying Six, but it just wasn't right to deliver dead infants to an enemy. Especially if the parcel was carried by a kit himself.

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tfw when six asks rudolph to deliver dead kits to shadowclan but he mAKES FLOWER CROWNS INSTEAD

cool idea, i'd love to meet blizzard <3

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The kit was not one for fighting.

He didn't like the tension between cats with claws or teeth, each having equally potential weapons. He hated how others fought for fun, without risk. And he especially hated how cats could just watch and let this all happen, like it was just a daydream instead of something happening to real cats.

He got to the pit late, his pawsteps working hard to slowly located himself towards the scene. He didn't even want to go anyways, but the thought of closed fighting kind of...intrigued him. How was one supposed to keep their wits when the only thing to do was to hit and blow and strike until you died, got humiliated, or defeated the enemy in cold blood? Rudolph liked to keep his options wide.

His eyes blinked as he watched Taboa quickly deliver a strategic strike to Molag. His brows furrowed, as he sat down and simply watched. It felt so immoral, yet...

He was a Bloodclan cat. Nothing could change that.

He began to move to the farthest reaches of the crowd, trying not to look when it got too gory.

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The kitten padded up to Lester, his eyes glowing. He quite liked helping other cats, though Bloodclan tended to frown upon it. The kit was a weird one, he was, always dreaming and thinking about better situations. He always murmured about the Clans and seemed to enamor them.

That didn't mean he didn't like home, though.

"Ooh! Could I help, please mister?" He purred, and although Lester was a kit like him - though around two moons older than him - he felt inclined to refer to him as a senior. The kit stopped, glancing at Red for a few seconds before turning to Lester with puppy-dog eyes.

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He heard footsteps heading towards them, and noticed a russet warrior. His first reaction was not of surprise, but of a warm greeting. Purring with glee, the small kitten's tail wagged like a dog's would, and stood upHis brows furrowing, he didn't think that anyone would be concerned of how he got there, only that a Bloodclan member was here and that he was their enemy. That was what he was told. That was the mindset of all clan cats, the raucous voice of a Bloodclanners told him, scolded him. He felt a little angry that his Clanmates had such...stereotypical views on a group of cats, but no matter. He knew they weren't true anyways.

"Hiya there!" He purred, his tone as affable as ever. He noted that the thin warrior seemed on edge, but for whatever reason? It could be because he was from an enemy clan, yes, but did he look so threatening? "Thank you, I picked them myself! And yes, I am alone." He confirmed, glancing at his flower crowns. "Bloodclan had sent me by myself." He said, suddenly reminded of his long expedition, the fatigue starting to ebb into his legs. He sat down quietly, letting his paws relax as he set them on sturdy marsh ground.

Noticing another warrior coming along, brown-and-white this time, he turned to her. He seemed quite on edge as well - was something wrong with him? Or was it his allegiance that was troubling the both of them? Either way, the kit offered an affable smile to her as well, dipping his head in respect. Another warrior had approached the growing crowd, a beige color. She didn't look as guarded, and nodded to her as well.

He almost jumped back as a bubbly apprentice hopped up to him, standing up with such force that he thought he was leaping backwards. He dipped his head to allow the miniature flower crowns for the apprentice, giggling softly as he felt quite proud of himself. At least one cat knew not to fear him! Not that the warriors didn't have any sense, no, but did they really hate Bloodclan that much? He figured so. He turned to the only cat who had taken his creations, beaming brightly. "You look super-spectacular!" He purred, cocking his head to one side. The crowns were made of random flowers that he could find - they couldn't be so dangerous, since he had worn them on his neck for some time - and it looked a little ridiculous on the apprentice.

Turning to Silkpaw, he was reminded of why Bloodclan hated them. Surprisingly, some of the she's words matched up with what Six and Sheo instructed him to say to them, so now he guessed the message wasn't so much of a surprise. He was almost a little discouraged by her seemingly harsh words - to him, anyways - but did his best to answer them. "Well, uh, I was supposed to bring dead kits, but where would you find some to kill? Not that I want to!" He mewed, sweating a little. He didn't want to be the Bloodclan stereotype, cold-blooded sociopaths who never passed up the opportunity to shed blood and to wreak havoc. No, he was quite almost the polar opposite. "I j-just thought that you guys might appreciate flower crowns more than...dead kits." He mewed, his ears flattening just a little.

He waited for anymore potential warriors to come along, and, after a while, deciding that no more would be coming to the scene, he composed himself and got ready to speak. Coughing, he held his paw to his mouth before starting his speech. "Okay, so Six told me that you guys wanted dead kittens, which is really weird, because what kind of cat even wants dead things? Except prey. But I kinda don't eat much prey, I rummage around and - Oh whoops, my bad, I trailed off. Where was I? Oh yeah, Six told me to bring dead kittens, but I made flower crowns instead because I bet you guys would like it better." He rambled, tending to shuffle his paws and glanced around the forest. Despite his bravado in coming here and disobeying Six's word, he really didn't feel comfortable talking to large crowds, especially with cats taller and bigger then him. "Also, quoting Lord Sheo here, 'Your kits will meet the same fate if they send aid to other clans. It's a warning, and a reminder'." He said, making sure to use an accuentuated, almost derogatory masculine voice to represent Sheo's speech, giggling a bit. Wait, how exactly did he remember most of that? Whoops, another side effect of having a lot of time on his hands. It wasn't like he was needed at the clan anyways. He didn't detect the possible malevolence that message could have carried.

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retrack, whoops

they messed all my templates up but i dont have the energy to fix it,,,

bump and retrack!

Rudolph hadn't actually met any of the clan prisoners here, which was surprising, since the kit enamored clans so much. His love for peace and detest for war left him vulnerable, a pushover. The kit seemed inept at taking insults to heart, as if his heart was as dense as steel.

The kit walked up to the prisoner, his footsteps slow yet, in a hopping manner, conveying some sort of unbridled excitement. His green eyes stared at Stormy, wide and unblinking, like an owl. Finally, the child's mouth curved into a slight smile, purring. "Hiya there! Sorry you don't like your stay. Maybe I could get some flowers and make you a flower crown?" He suggested, in reference to how he defied Six's orders by making flower crowns for Shadowclan instead of bringing them murdered kittens.

Rudolph was drawn to the crowd simply because of the influx of kits. He figured, the more kits there were, the better chance of them actually doing something fun, not like fighting or killing or shedding blood. His pawsteps practically flew him - they looked as if they were not touching the ground with his fast pace - as he went to investigate the crowd. His green eyes instigated the stranger, frowning a bit. A strange scent wafted upon his sensitive child nose, and though he knew the scent of the clans, he had never come across Windclan's, so it was fairly foreign and new to him. Being as open-minded as he was, however, he didn't seem to mind as he padded up behind Sorcha to greet the kit. "Heyo! What are you doing here alone?" He mewed. He knew about Windclan's raid, however, he didn't believe they would send any kits for the mission. Unless they were desperate.

The kit hadn't been doing much as of that day. Flicking a dustbunny around that he had happened to find, he was bored. Usually he'd be out on some magical adventure, but he didn't really...feel as if he wanted to today. He didn't know why, maybe he would have been happier if he had just stayed in camp and explored? Come to think of it, he never actually adventured the warehouse that extensively, and even then, he didn't want to. The unforgettable, rank stench of blood coated some areas like a thick smog, and the whole atmosphere of it all seemed so dreary. Perhaps that's why he loved the clans so much: they actually took care of their camp.

The child's ears pricked upwards with surprised as he heard Mama's call - and for exploration! Immediately Rudolph swiveled his head around, his mouth agape. Was he this drawn towards excitement? Yes, anything that could keep his juvenile mind awake and engaged. Smiling, he turned up to where Mama was propped up, twisting his body around to face her. "I'd love to go!" He purred, whiskers twitching with glee. Hopefully she'd take him along, right?

aAAA yeah! the fancies are rly hard in this new forum!

// finch is that who i think it is
from bsd??

ohh i might have roody be interested in healing! he wont be the elite healer bc he's too young lmao, but hopefully he'll be able to learn??

pshh yeah xD

that's fine jasper! take care to wherever you may be going <3

@Finch -
aa i love bsd so much!

tbh rudolph would be kenji tho