Silentkit stayed the same as her name. Silent. A birds cry could be heard through the forest. Rustling in the undergrowth was loud. She shuddered slightly, unnerved by the new sounds. Her paws ached a little more now and were a little sore under her weight. Sore from the new ground. Sore from trying to climb the tree while he was gone. Sore from the impact of when she leapt from the tree. As she watched the warrior, her ear flickered slightly. Suddenly, a noise caught her attention. As any kit would, her curiosity overwhelmed her, made her want to see what it was. She wandered over to where it had been to end up treading on a thorn. She winced a gave a tiny squeal but managed to see something bounding away in the distance. A rabbit. Its white tail... So pure... So clean against the green and brown of the undergrowth and of the forest. Her tail lowered slightly in pain of the thorn, the she limped back to the moss ball, wincing at every step.
BlackStar The rain becoming stronger and stronger, BlackStar moved under the bridge over to the ShadowFur. He stared at the poorly built nest for some time."I see you prepared." He meowed before checking the kits. They seemed to have calm down, but were still quite scared.
ShadowFur ShadowFur nodded, a bit proudly."BlackStar, what are we going to do with them exactly?" He questioned, tail moving behind him.
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when you feel lost in the darkness, i see you.
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Where is Blackstar, Shadowfur and Rosewing? Someone needs to give me answers, the senior warrior mewed, not in the mood for this confusion. Tail lashing behind him, he glanced around. Not everyone could be as confused as he. Snowfire was sure of that. And he didn't like be left uninformed.
Hawktalon tilted his head curiously, observing her. Quiet she was, but her face didn't seem to be expressing a much as he'd expect. So he watched her eyes. The young kit was obviously tired, to be expected. Taking a step towards her, he considered taking her back. But before he could do anything, she had wandered off a bit too far. Stopping, the young warrior lowered his tail in confusion. Since she was so tiny, she had basically disappeared in the grass. Just when he was about to start yowling, she suddenly materalized, limping. She had a thorn in her pawpad. Mousedung the golden warrior cursed. Let's head back and get that looked at, he purred, leaning down to pick her up. It'll be okay.Thank you for doing this, Silentkit. I wish I could tell you how proud I am, but you don't quite trust me yet. The time will come.
Picking up the young kit by the scruff, the warrior began padding back. Only to stop, and put her down. Wait here, he mewed, taking a few steps forward. He stayed in plain sight, crouched low to the ground. In a few seconds he sprung, catching a mouse. Smiling, he padded back to the kit and picked her up again; this time, with a dead mouse right alongside her in his maw also. Obviously not thought through totally.
Cheetahpounce returned from his hunt slowly, his front right leg causing him to limp slightly as he entered camp. The hunt itself had been successful, but he'd returned from his last kill to find a weasel unburying the pile of freshkill he'd made, and during the ensuing scuffle it had given him a nasty bite. Nevertheless he'd won, and was now carrying in his jaws along with two mice and a collared dove, but- by Starclan, his leg hurt. Trying not to show the weakness, he deposited his kills on the freshkill pile, then padded quietly towards Oakfrost's den to have his injury seen to.
Fadedpelt was sitting in camp; listening to gossip and whispers as usual. It was what he did best, and this time he had something important on his mind: he was listening out for those who were against Blackstar's ideas and demands.
Silentkit gave a squirm from Hawktalon's maw, clearly not enjoying the bumpy journey he was giving her. This didn't change her state of wanting to sleep, and her eyelids soon began to flicker until they fully closed and she gave a tiny snuffle. Every so often she squirmed in her sleep, making it clear she was having some sort of nightmare. Not long after the hardest squirming had stopped, her eyelids snapped open again, her icy blue eyes fearful.
RoseWing The queen lied on the nursery floor by the empty nest of kits. Trails of tears were still on her eyes as she wished there was a way for her to see her kits again.
BlackStar He thought for some time."If we were to clean my name, then we need to shed highlight on someone else. Until then, we must find a way to keep these kits away from Camp." He meowed.
ShadowFur The tom sighed."We don´t have much time, sooner or later they will catch on." He meowed sternly.
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when you feel lost in the darkness, i see you.
hi, i'm windy. if you need someone to talk to, feel free to message me.
Snowfire now knew something completely outrageous was going on. Sniffing disdainfully, the senior warrior whirled. Seeing Fadedpelt and Bluefeather talking, the pearl tom padded over to them. What is going on? the eldest of the senior warrior asked, sitting next to Fadedpelt. His turquoise eyes were quite cold, although his body language showed he was curious, and mildly frustrated. And tired; oh Starclan, was he tired. Noting that Bluefeather was there, he choose his words wisely. She reeked of Blackstar, and had proven she was close to him. The warrior could smell her all over Blackstar's den.
Hawktalon at first began to smile as he felt the tiny kit doze in his grasp. She had finally relaxed, and her soft snuffles were reassuring. But slowly yet surely she began to struggle, and then woke up abruptly. He didn't have to be a senior warrior to know that he'd had a nightmare. You okay? he mewed, his voice slightly muffled through her scruff and mouse tail. Padding into the camp, he glanced around for Oakfrost. Not spotting the healer, he placed the tiny kit down and placed his mouse on the pile. Where's Blackstar? I have a report to make. Oh well, Silentkit comes first. I need to find Whitepaw or Oakfrost.Whitepaw? he mewed, glancing around the camp.
She smiled "Hello Snowfire. Nothing extremely eventful. What is going on with you?" She groomed her paw and inwardly cringed when she realized that she smelled like Blackstar.
Nothing's going on? the senior warrior narrowed his turquoise eyes at Bluefeather. Okay. How's Rosewing's kits, and how're the elders? he asked, rocking back on his thick tail. Thank Starclan nothing was wrong; after all, those kits were everything. Snowfire yawned, finally relaxing.