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Four grey-blue kittens wept over the slain body of their mother, she had been torn apart by a badger. The kittens had been knocked around though they had been spared the worst of it. The culprit had since lumbered off. The entrance to the den had been torn open and dust still hung in the air. The scent of blood was everywhere and the crimson liquid coated the kittens as they snuggled into the cooling body of their mother. The first of the kittens stood at his mother's head, takin in her comforting smell as he looked over his three siblings. The second kept nudging her mother's shoulder not able to accept the fact that her mother was dead. The third and fourth leaned into each other by their mother's belly, taking comfort in each other. Finally when the body was cold the kittens ventured out of the den. There was light snow coming down from the sky and the sun was just past overhead. Gathered in a huddle, one of the kittens broke the silence, the four one spoke "Perhaps we should go find help." Three sounds of agreement came from the rest of the kittens. The four walked off into the snow and slowly fractured apart, loosing each other in the storm.
The second kitten had lost sight of her siblings in the snow. She continued in the white flurry that blurred the shapes around her. The rosy grey kitten was terrified but she had to keep going, her family had to be somewhere. The white had confused her so bad that along with her head injury she had forgotten what had just happened to her family. There had to be a way for her to find someone out here. Finally the snow slowed down and she stumbled out of the forest. The meadow that stretched out in front of her seemed barely touched by winter. The hills seemed to go for as far as she could see. It filled her with joy. This was her home she decided in that instant. Now she just had to find someone to tell them that, hopefully they would be nice enough the share. This had to be enough space.
There was blood still on her fur and it was damp from the snow that had melted in it. Yet she did not notice at the moment, too busy imagining her future. All would be okay again. She walked amongst the dead winter grass, her grey coat standing out from the foliage. The sun was beginning to set and that did concern her. Where would she sleep tonight? Slowly she came to a stop and looked around as she smelled another cat. "Hello? I would like to stay here if thats okay with you?" She called out hoping if was a friendly cat. At two months old she was hardly an intimidating figure who could make requests.
His pelt could hardly be distinguished from the pale, dead grass, and the snow that covered patches of the ground. The cream-colored tom could hardly wait until new-leaf arrived and brought the soft, green ground and warmer breeze. Though he could do without the rain. His ears were pricked and he tasted the air, hoping to catch the scent of a mouse that had wandered out despite the cold. Instead, he breathed in the scent of an unfamiliar cat, but he could tell by the milk-smell that hung in the air that it was nothing but a kit. And a kit that was alone, too. Lemonspeckle pushed forward through the bracken, ears forward and golden eyes scanning the territory despite the setting of the sun. Just then, he saw her - blue-gray against the white patches of snow.
"Oh, you poor little thing," he murmured, his heart melting at the sight of her. The smell of blood also clung to her fur, and he knew that only the worst could have happened. Although large in size, and at times intimidating, Lemonspeckle was one of the kindest cats you could come across. "Hello!" He purred, his voice gentle and low as he neared the little kit. He waited a pace away, not wanting to frighten her, though he wanted to lick all of the sadness away that clung to her down pelt.
The little kit was hardly afraid, she could no longer remember what happened. Unfortunately, she could no longer remember her name either. That did not seem important to her at the moment. This creamy colored tom seemed friendly enough. Her green eyes sized up the tom, he was huge and that made her think he was probably in charge around here. "I want to stay here." She came up to him and sat down. She tried to stare directly into his eyes, hoping if she seemed brave he wouldn't make her leave. Of course, she did not know how to fight, much less wanted to fight. She tried to make herself cute by fluffing up her face and dilating her eyes. Perhaps cute and brave would win him over.
Though she looked injured all that bothered her was a bit of a headache. But it seemed that her method of coping was blocking it all out. Shifting on her paws she kept her big eyes trained on his face. "My name started with an A, but I can't really remember it." The way she said it was concerning but she seemed so happy about it all. "Who are you? Are you in charge?"
“My name is Lemonspeckle,” he answered her question, a purr in his throat as he crossed the remaining space between them. Affectionately, he licked the top of her head, noticing scratches on her body that would be a reminder for the rest of her life that something terrible had happened, even if she could not remember it. “You are very welcome to join,” he told her, his golden eyes sparking with the warmth of a controlled fire. “I am not the leader of SummerClan, we have no leader now, but surely StarClan will be telling us soon who should lead us. Until then, we need strong kits who will make strong warrior,” he smiled down at her. “I have kits of my own back in the clan that would be happy to share their nests with you,” he added. Actually his nieces and nephews, Lemonspeckle had adopted them when his sister, Mintleaf, a warrior in WinterClan, had dropped him off at the base of the mountain and had given them to her brother to raise.
“As for a name... How about Almondkit? Or Azulkit? Maybe Ashkit? If you want to live here, you’ll have to have a warrior name one day!”
The kitten thought for a moment at the names Lemonspeckle had listed. They sounded a little odd, but she figured if she was going to stay here she would need a name. "I like Ashkit." She wiggled her whole body in excitement. She had a home. This was just so thrilling. Plus she would have friends it sounded like and she won't have to sleep alone. Ashkit knew hadn't slept alone in forever even if she couldn't remember who it was with. It had to be her siblings, even if she couldn't recall what they looked like. Oh well, she brushed off the sadness that she felt, this clan would be her new family. It all sounded so nice, plus whatever a warrior name was she wanted one.
"What's SummerClan?" Unlike many other loners who live in the area, she had never really heard about the clans. This was all so new, but Lemonspeckle was kind plus he looked really warm and fluffy. So clearly it could not be bad in her mind.
[ i'm so mad... i just wrote all this and when i posted it there was an error. so sorry if this one is a little lackluster lol ]
"Follow me, and I'll show you," Lemonspeckle purred, leading Ashkit away and through the territory. He was glad that she liked her new name. He could tell by her enthusiasm alone that she would make a great warrior one day. "SummerClan is a group of cats. We live together, hunt together, and fight together. A clan is like a big family, you're always there for each other and protect one another. There are many other clans, too, but SummerClan is the best," he winked. Lemonspeckle had been born in SummerClan, but had spent the first six moons of his life in WinterClan with his father. He had only returned when... He shook his head. It did him no good to dwell on the past. "One day you'll be an apprentice. Then you'll learn how to hunt and fight. Eventually, you'll be a warrior, like me."
Ashkit walked alongside him, taking turns looking at him and looking around. Her little tail waved back and forth as she moved. The tail grass was slowly getting shorter and turning into moor. This land was all new to her, she was pretty certain she had previously lived in a forest of some sort. This wide open sky was different, it made her feel like she could just float off. She could not wait for warmer weather, this place would be just magical then.
“How many other clans are there? How big in SummerClan? Who will teach me? When can I start?” She fires off several questions rapidly trying to figure out how this whole clan thing worked. She needed to learn quickly so they would keep her.
“Eight other Clans,” he answered, patient with her questioning. “SummerClan, SpringClan, FallClan, and WinterClan are all connected. And then there is DayClan, NightClan, MoonClan, and SunClan.” He flicked his tail as named them off. “There used to be three others but..” he shook his head. He felt tremendously grateful that SummerClan hadn’t been one that had been wiped away. “SummerClan is quite big. We are very strong in numbers. You’ll start training when you’re six moons old. For now you’ll be in the nursery with my son, Blackberrykit. Sometimes I take him out to train, maybe you can join us.”
Ashkit listened totally enraptured with Lemonspeckle. This whole clan thing was so new and exciting. It was like it’s own world, one she had never known before. It thrilled her to think she would get to learn all about this. She even had a new name to fit in. Perhaps she would get to see the other clans too. How many cats would she meet? This was all so novel to her. Though to be fair she was only two months old, a lot of things were new to her.
“What do teach him?” She slowed down as the camp came into view. Now it was becoming very real and kind of scary. What if no one liked her? What if they were mean?
Lemonspeckle purred as the scent of camp rushed over them. “Can you smell the camp?” He asked, his ears pricked. “I teach him some fighting moves. Sometimes the best hunting crouches,” he then answered her questions. His ears suddenly flicked, as if he heard something, and over the crest of the camp appeared a little, dark gray head with bright, green-blue eyes. He was a little older than Ashkit, but not by much, as he bound across the grass, his tail sticking straight up behind him.
“Lemonspeckle!!” He yowled excitedly, slamming to a stop in front of the two cats. He looked at Ashkit, eyes wide. Immediately, he lifted a paw and tapped her on the head. “Who’s this?” He asked, his head tilted. “She kinda looks like me a little bit. Where’d you come from?” He then directed his questions at Ashkit. “Are you all by yourself? Are you from another clan? What’s your favorite food?” He shot the questions off like bullets.
Ashkit looked at the dark bundle of fur charging at her. She willed herself to stand still as she was charged at. Luckily it was just a kit, albeit one who was larger than her. She titled her head in confusion as he sprouted questions at her. He had so much to say and it made her a little nervous, even if she had been asking a thousand questions herself. She kneaded the ground to relieve a bit of her stress. This is what she wanted but it was a bit much as she realized what all had happened.
“Alone, I think and I don’t I’m from another clan.” She stopped to think about it. Clearly she knew she came from somewhere and had to have family there. Yet for the life of her she couldn’t recall anything about them. It really stumped her.
“Ah, Ashkit,” Lemonspeckle ran his tail over her back, telling her that all was well. He felt her nervousness. “This is my son. Blackberrykit.” The huge, pale-colored tom looked down at Blackberrykit fondly, pride and affection running deep in his golden gaze. “Blackberrykit, don’t be rude.”
“I’m not trying to be,” the young tom mewed, in the middle of sniffing Ashkit. “You smell kinda weird. Not like any cat I’ve ever smelled,” he continued. “I don’t think you’re from any clan around here. Are you gonna join SunmerClan? We can be best buds!”
