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The birds were chirping their happy little songs as the leaves of the trees they belonged to rustled overhead, being disturbed by a light, cool breeze. The temperature within the barn was chilly, for it was only dawn. Dew had laid it's claim across the expanse of said barn, and nestled within a small bundle of hay was a tiny kitten, her eyes closed tightly. A soft, shrill mew left her jaws as her stomach growled harshly, signalling that the poor kit hadn't had a proper meal in at least two days. If she spent any more time here, then she was surely a goner.
Mama... mama, where did you go? The young kit's thoughts rang deep within her head, and she couldn't help but to let out another high-pitched mew. The scent of twolegs was still pungent on her cappuccino brown pelt, signalling that her mother was a kittypet. She inhaled deeply as she tried to scent her mother, but as the different scents of the barn filled her nostrils, she became quite overwhelmed and quite frankly, scared.
Doestar didn’t often wander so far east; his wanderlust had more or less been quelled since becoming leader, and whenever he did get the urge to explore and dig up adventure, he’d had enough of rogues to keep him well clear of their territory, and really any landmarks in SummerClan where they might be lurking.. The very thought made him feel sick, as if he were still out of his mind on Funk’s herbs. But, today, after his meeting with Chim and his night with Shadedstar, he was feeling particularly brave and self-important; he was happy, and nothing could touch him.
And so, the red barn it was. He limped peacefully through the tall, golden grass beside the small corn field, looking around with calm, bright eyes and listening to the birdsong and the soft breeze through the surrounding meadow. He was about to skirt around the barn and turn back when he caught a familiar high-pitched mewling. It was unmistakable — he’d heard it on that night he and his friends found the abandoned kits. Was he just destined to collect unwanted kittens wherever he went? The thought made him purr, despite the gentle concern flooding through his chest.
Limping quickly towards the opening of the barn, he stood in the ray of soft sunshine pooling on the hay-lined floor with one paw raised and glancing slowly around, mouth open to scent the air. The mewling came again. Hauling himself up onto a hay bale hidden in the cool, close shadows — and there, tucked away in the prickly stalks, was a tiny little she-kit. He felt his heart squeeze desperately, worry and pity turning his blood cold, and let out a comforting purr. “You poor thing,” he murmured softly, crouching down and wrapping his tail around the terrified kit. She reeked of kittypets and twolegs, but he didn’t mind. “Where’s your mother?” He raised his head and looked around, tasting the air again, but there was nothing but the stale scent of a kittypet amidst all the hay and dried corn. He let out a soft, sad sigh and forced a small smile. “Come on then, sweetpea,” he told her gently, picking her up by the scruff and carefully clambering back down onto the ground. “Let’s get you home.”
“You know kittens aren’t like flowers. You can’t just pick them at random.”
A gruff voice sounded from nearby and Steelstag swept his tail towards the little kit. The massive tom was kidding, of course, but that was hard to tell if you didn’t know his weak spot for kits. His pewter eyes narrowed as Doestar neared with the little puffball. She was a scrappy little thing with hardly any meat on those frail bones. Steelstag grimaced. That meant the mother was long gone. He stared between the Summerclan leader and the big, sad eyes of the kit for a moment before sighing. “Come on. Let’s get her to the Nursery.” With that, the Red Guard Captain swung around and began to start the trek back to the camp.
“How tremendously lucky that I have you here to put me on the right path, then,” Doestar replied around the kit held gently in his mouth, voice sweet and light despite the dry humour. He tipped his head towards Steelstag and smiled. “What would I do without you to set me on the way to righteousness and highlight my transgressions?” He laughed, a little overwhelmed by the whole situation and quite enjoying teasing the gruff tom; he limped carefully after him so as not to hurt the little kit with any bumps or sudden stops.
In truth, he was starting to feel rather panicked by the prospect of introducing another orphaned kit into the Clan, was starting to imagine all the worst case scenarios until they all blurred together in his head and became equal parts horrible and ridiculous. He let out another soft, flustered little laugh at the thought and, not paying attention, tripped over a fallen log half-buried in the earth and hidden by tall blades of golden grass. He managed to land awkwardly so he didn’t hurt the kit and smiled sheepishly up at Steelstag. “Perhaps you ought to take her,” he suggested softly, clambering to his paws and setting the she-kit down gently on the soft earth.
Wait - what was that? Was that a... a voice? She thought, and as the patter of pawsteps grew closer, the hope within the small kit's heart blossomed. She let out a soft, appreciative mew as an unknown tom picked her up by her scruff, and afterward she couldn't help but to let out a rhythmic purr. She finally felt at peace; at home. Another voice joined the first tom's, and she listened intently to their conversation. You know kittens aren’t like flowers. You can’t just pick them at random. Was this common practice for these felines, picking up stray kittens? A small smile tugged at her maw. Suddenly, she was placed onto the cool ground, and she couldn't help but to let out a whine.
(sorry for the short reply ♥ after this, shall we fast forward to where Berrykit first opens her eyes and receives her name? o: Maybe she could've been named Berrykit because she smells of berries.)
Post by simplylight on Aug 14, 2019 10:19:26 GMT -5
Steelstag smirked at the leader, lifting a brow in curiosity. "That's right. You would be in a world of trouble without me." He reiterated with a snort. Of course, he was mostly kidding. He worried about Doestar. The tom seemed to find himself in sticky situations often. What if one of those situations ended up hurting him? It was Steelstag's job to protect him, sort of, but he couldn't shield him from everything. As if to emphasize his point, the grizzled tom's ears pricked as he heard the sound of the Summerclan leader tumbling down. "Ah, Doestar! You need to be more careful." He growled, offering a shoulder of support as he stood. "Perhaps I should." He shook his head. What kind of trouble did this clumsy tom get into when he wasn't around? "You alright? Anything broken?" His voice revealed the tiniest bit of concern as he nodded to Doestar's leg and picked up the little scrap of fluff carefully. "How does this kit smell straight up like a pile of berries?" He mumbled from around the fur.
