Username: BigFrog4231
Cat Name: Ginger --> Call of swift robin (Robin call)
Gender: She-cat
Rank: kit --> app --> Tribe Protector
Clan: the tribe of singing windAge: 4 moons --> 6 moons --> 23 moons
Prompt:Ginger hung limp in the jaws of the cat carrying her by her scruff. She swung gently, her paws almost dragging on the grass. ``Come on, you aren't making this any easier! At least keep your paws from scuffing on the ground``, the muffled voice carrying her spoke, irritation lining their mew. ``Sorry``, she mumbled, trying to lift her legs. She felt so tired and just wanted a good sleep. The cat carrying her had found her just a few moments ago dozing off in a bush with no other cat in sight. Ginger remember the cat grumble something about irresponsible parents and carried her away to who knows where. Ginger didn't mind though, since she was all by herself for as long as she could hunt. She wasn't good at it, but found survival easier when there was crow-food around. Ginger yawned again and was about to fall asleep again until she heard more cats. Three? Four, maybe? She strained her ears to try and hear what they were saying.
``What's she holding? A squirrel?``
``Mouse-brain, squirrels don't look like that! Plus they wouldn't be that big this time of year``
``Snow! Do you need an extra paw?``
The cat carrying her mumbled a few harsh words before calling out to the other cats. ``No, I'm
fine! Let old Snow carry the kit back into camp by herself!``. Paw steps rushed up to the pair and spoke with concern. ``Are they okay? Where did you find them? They look thin...``. Ginger attempted to fluff out her pelt more, trying to appear larger. She heard a purr of amusement come from Snow.
``She's weak but will manage, she's got a strong spirit.``
``If you insist. Place her in the Healer's den, that should warm her up soon.``
A third voice piped in.
``Geez Snow, stop making us look bad! This is the third kit you've brought to camp``, the third voice teased.
``Songbird, quite``, a fourth spoke in a tone that carried authority. Ginger closed her eyes again, drifting to sleep.
Ginger had spent a few days in the Healer's den before Morning dew gave her the okay to look around camp. She liked Morning dew, but there was another cat who she liked more. Snow that coats the ground. Snow checked in on her frequently after every patrol, making sure she wasn't sick or hungry. ``Ginger, don't leave camp! Stay safe!``, Morning dew had cried after her as she bounded through the clearing. Snow was talking with Flower, the leader of the Tribe. ``Hey! Snow!``, She called out, running over to her. ``Check this out, Morning dew taught me a hunter's crouch!``. The orange kit crouched down, her tail sticking straight up and clumsily moving over her paws. Both cats purred in amusement, watching the kit jump and pounce onto Snow's tail. ``Uh-oh Snow, looks like you've got competition already!``, Flower purred. Snow gave a small affectionate lick to Ginger's head, purring loudly. Even though she acted tough and mean, she had a soft-spot for kits. Ginger appreciated the compliment from Flower, but what really made her heart soar was the approving look from Snow. Not only had the white she-cat save her life, but she was brave and strong, just like Ginger aspired to be.
``You're so fearless and strong Snow! I want to be just like you when I grow up!``