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Name || Briarleap
Tribe name || One that leaps over evergrowing briars
Gender || Female
Age || 35 moons
Rank || Queen

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Name || Wolfkit
Future Name || Wolfsong
Gender || Female
Age || 2 moons
Rank || Kit

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[Chimericect]

In floods and storms, they were washed away,
a pair of cats one fateful day.
A mother and her kit together,
She knew they couldn't blame the weather.
She knew her sins had caused the spirits to fret,
when a rogue and the she-cat had first met.
A law was broken; a forbidden affair
and a single life was the mother's to bear.
In camp, the life was born in secret,
for no one could know of the kit.
There was a law stating she could not be a mother,
forbidding a kit between a medicine cat and another.

Starclan had been watching, they knew of all
and so they sent a storm to fall.
A sudden flood washed them away,
to a far off place after floating for a day.
The kit, half-drowned, and the mother exhausted
With a neverending rain that they were accosted.
At last, however, they were saved by a tom
who's nature drew them nearer without a qualm.
"Hello, my love, what brings you near?"
"We were washed away from our home once dear,
I made a mistake and so starclan frowned
upon me and my kit. Ah, we were nearly drowned."
The tom looked at them, full of compassion
and picked up the kit that appeared so ashen.
The she-cat feared her child would not live,
but the tom replied they had medicine and food to give.

"This kit will live, I can promise you this.
Thunderstar will welcome you, my lovely miss.
May I ask your name, if that's okay with you?"
"You may," she mewed. "If you give me yours too."
"I am Ferretfur, a warrior of a tribe that you'll see.
And I hope, my love, that you'll one day be
a warrior that lives and dines with us too,
for you'll fit in so well." he mewed.
"My rescuer, my name is Briarleap.
And to my kit, I have a promise to keep.
She will be safe, she deserves no harm.
I do hope my presence will cause no alarm.
I made a mistake, I have a price to pay,
but my dear child should be allowed to stay."
The tom sat down and appeared to grin a tad.
"I do understand your fear, and any thoughts you had.
However, you both can stay and live your lives.
I do believe that it's here you will thrive."

Into the camp the she cat followed
the tom through a rotting log was hollowed.
She padded through and only saw a few cats rise
one of which bounded near and mewed in surprise.
"Hey there, you seem to be new!
Well I'm Thunderstar and it's here I welcome you!
We are the growing tribe of roaring flames."

Briarleap and her kit were welcomed forthwith,
and given a home between the great monolith.
And soon her trust grew in the clan
And it was here she realized her journey began.
She soon realized Starclan had given her a second chance,
to live her life and not look askance.

[ 505 words ]

[Chimericect]

What happened to the father? Why are they on the run? || The father was a rogue that never truly cared for Beiarleap. It hasn't been explained yet, but he had the affair in order to have an heir after he planned on taking over the clans in that area. Establish a kingdom. Briarleap was never aware of this, but Starclan knew. So, in order to save the wayward medicine cat, starclan sent a storm that scattered the rogue party, as well as sending Briarleap away to start a new life where she could care for her kit in peace and be added to a new clan. As you know, medicine cats are forbidden to have children as they would interfere with duties they had. Briarleap broke this rule in a moment of weakness. Starclan saw the love she had for wolfkit, though, and wanted to give her the opportunity to become a warrior, rather than living as a medicine cat.

They aren't exactly "on the run," but they were in dire need of a place to stay or else they may have perished. Their story could only grow from here, though, as the rogue will be searching for his lost child.