Posts by Spellpaw?

"Oh, uh, okay." Spell mewed, ears drooping and tail low. He grabbed his basket and went quickly off in the other direction. In a way, he supposed he was lucky that the Sanctuary leader had let him off just like that. After all, he had just waltzed into a now enemy clan. Why had Lunalight sent him here? Oh well, lesson learned.

Spell didn't see any reason why the adults shouldn't get gifts too. The little tabby pawed through the basket, "Um, I've got all kinds of books and cookies, and other food treats."

"Uh, yeah, definitely." Spellkit mewed, a feeling of excitement rising up in his chest. He was going to get to fly? The kitten was nearing apprentice age, but he was going to take advantage of being a cute little kid while he could. The tiny tabby reached into the basket, pulling out three cookies and pushing them over towards the Riddleclan leader. This had to be the best clan Spell had visited yet.

The sound of music blasting made Spellkit jump. The tabby tom shot up into the air and ran behind a bush, only to wander out again a momen later looking shaken. Amber eyes searched for the source of the offending noise, only to find a clunky music playing device with Whitepaw standing next to it. Red hot embarrassed scorched the kit's face; why had he so scared by a boombox? Calmer now, the kit went over towards Whitepaw, yelling over the music to him: "Whitepaw, what is that?"

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Spellkit had been out on his usual adventuring when he caught an unfamiliar scent. The almost apprentice began moving towards the the scent, expecting either a visitor or a joiner. As an ambassador, it was Spell's job to deal with such newcomers. However, as the young tabby neared the crime scene, he caught wind of a more discomforting smell; the smell of death. Gathering himself, Spell continued on. Despite having smelled something fishy, the sight of the body was still a shock to the poor not quite apprentice. For a brief moment, Spell was frozen in terror. Then a loud scream erupted from the little tabby and he ran back in the direction of camp. Where was Blaze? His mom? He needed them now. "Blazestar!" The young ambassador wailed, "Mom! Lunalight! Anybody!" As much as Spell would like to believe that he was mature enough to handle anything, the truth was that he was still just a kit. A kit that was now in complete shock.

Ooh, Spellkit was actually learning to love meet and greets. It was just another opportunity for the little tabby to get to know his clan. And this marten was unfamiliar to him. "Hi," greeted the little red tabby, "I'm Spellkit. You are?"

Spellkit felt a wave of relief wash over him when he saw Blazestar. She was just the person Spell needed right now. Spell tried to take a breath and calm down, but it didn't work entirely, "Blaze, there's a body in the woods." the little red tabby would squeak, "It's one of ours, Blaze. It's brutal." And brutal it was; the gory image of the corpse was still fresh in the little tom's mind, and he felt nauseous just thinking about it. Spellkit really wanted to be an adult about this, but he was scared. This was murder, and murder was something far more intense than he had been allowed to deal with so far. The small tabby would move in closer to Blaze for comfort, taking a few more deep breathes. He wasn't sure if he was in shock or panic mode. Maybe both.

There was something healing about Blazestar's embrace. Sometimes Spell felt like the ginger feline was his actual mother. Once Spellkit had gotten a handle on himself and his breathing, he spoke again: "Blaze, somebody murdered them." he mewed slowly, "Can you please be careful? I'll show you the way there if you need me to." He didn't want to go back, but he knew Blaze didn't know where the crime scene was. Besides, he had to prove that he could still function like the mature kit he was.

Spell's heart was racing with all the excitement. "Yeah, I'm ready." he assured, careful not to hurt the wolf with his claws as he clung to her. Spellkit was nervous but not enough to think twice. The little tabby's life had improved vastly since he began taking such adventures. They had made him a much braver person already. Spell braced himself for take off.

Spell gave a small smile at her question, somewhat amused by it. Though the tabby had never been a kittypet, he knew that life with humans was nothing like clan life. "No, you don't have to." Spell told her, "But you can if you want to." Honestly, he wouldn't blame her if she wanted to; Crybaby wasn't a very nice name to give anyone. However, if she wanted to keep that name, he wouldn't comment. Who knows, perhaps she might feel some kid of personal attachment to the name.

Spell could only watch as Whitepaw wrestled with the boombox, stifling laughter. Oh boy. he thought with amusement as the sound only got more static-y and obnoxious. "Do you think that you might be able to silence the machine if you press the right button?" Spellkit suggested innocently, "It might be easier than breaking it."

Spellkit was doing more than okay. He was busy gazing down at the world below; he could see everything. "Yeah, I'm doing fine." he told the she-wolf. "This is incredible." It occurred to Spell that his sister would have loved this. He hadn't seen her in quite awhile. Come to think of it, he hadn't seen any of his siblings in quite awhile. It seemed as though his dream of having a perfect, close-knit family had fallen apart. The kit shook the thoughts from his head as he they approached the camp. "You guys live in an asylum?"

"Yeah, thanks, Shadowstalker." the little tabby thanked as he slid carefully down off her back. That was the best trip home that he'd had yet. "That was great." Spell mewed. And now he was home. The kitten looked around, embracing his on camp though he really hadn't left it long. Then it occurred to him that he had never seen the Riddleclan leader here before. Perhaps this was her first time? "Have you ever been here?" Spell asked, turning to the massive wolf.

Spellkit was getting lost. Very lost. It seemed as though the farther Spell walked on, the more unfamiliar the territory around him grew. Spell had been on a business trip to speak with an ally as an ambassador, and was supposed to be heading back home. However, the kit had clearly taken a wrong turn at some point and ended up here, wherever here was. It was an unnerving place to top it off, though the little tabby couldn't quite place what about was so unnerving. As he walked on, Spell realized it was the scent. There was something oddly familiar about it, though he couldn't seem to place where he'd smelled it before. It wasn't until Spellkit started seeing the scattered tombstones did he realize where he was. "Oh no." Spell groaned to himself. This strange and unsettling place belonged to Graveclan, the group that had raided Stormclan not so long ago. Spell's heart was racing now. Not only did he not know which way Stormclan was, but he didn't know which way Graveclan wasn't. The young ambassador could only hope that he could slip out unnoticed by any wandering Graveclanners.

//muse on vacation, sorry!

Spell and Hendrix: {Lost and Insecure} Private, Hendrix

"It's nice to meet you too." Spellkit said. Oh, he had parents here all right. Though he found it surprising that his mother was here. He turned to look at Maplemeadows, would she even talk to him? Perhaps Spell would talk to her. His bonding attempts always seemed to make his mother uncomfortable, but persistence was key. "Hi, mom." Spell mewed to Maplemeadows in greeting, "I'm surprised you're not in the medicine den. Not that I'm not happy to see you, it's awesome that you're here."

Spell's heart skipped a beat when he heard the wolf's demanding voice. The little tabby froze, unsure what to do next. If he hesitated, he might risk worse punishment. Although it seemed to the kit like he was in deep trouble no matter what. Would they go easier on a kit? Spell could only hope. Against his better judgement, Spellkit squeaked out to the Graveclanner: "Uh, really sorry. I'm a lost ambassador. I'll be off as soon as I can." Hopefully that would do, though Spell doubted it.

"Okay." Spell mewed, pulling out a few cookies from the basket and pushing them towards the nyari. Spell thought Cyrus was interesting. He'd never seen anything quite like him. The kitten made an effort not to stare at all the interesting creatures here in the Arcane. However, it couldn't hurt to mention it politely. "Out of curiosity, what do you call your species? It's really neat."

Phew, Spell's gamble had paid off. With all the trouble he kept running into, it was a darn good thing that Spell was cute. "I'm really sorry." the little tabby said again, "I'm from Stormclan. I got lost on my way back from a trip." Thank the stars this seemed to be a nicer member of the clan. However, that didn't mean Spell should put his guard down. The kit made an effort to seem friendly rather than frightened, but he was also careful not to get too close. If the wolf changed his mind and decided to attack him, Spell was too small and inexperienced to fight back. That was a large part of the reason that he too was puzzled that he had become an ambassador. Sure, he was a mature enough kitten but a kitten nevertheless. He risked getting in a lot more trouble in times like these.