The kitten mewled loudly again. She was wet with her mother's blood, and freezing. The mother was thin anyways, definitely not nourished enough to survive birth. The kit was entirely helpless, having been born only a few hours before. Blind, deaf, and incredibly weak. If she were out here much longer, she'd probably freeze to death.
Runaway Apprentices! Warriors Roleplay (OPEN)
Staying still for a few seconds, Silverbrook blasted off into the ferns, trying to find any sent of danger or fear. Seeing a fallen tree up ahead, she bonded off towards in and jumped onto its low outstretched limbs. Scanning the area, she caught a whiff of something sweet, it was familiar, but she could not grasp the memory of where she smelt it from. Taking in a deep breath, she caught the sent trail again and followed it.
A few snowflakes began to fall, and the kit sneezed, moving closer to her mother to seek warmth that wasn't there. She cried out more desperately. Perhaps someone would hear her cries, though she didn't know what her own intentions were. She was cold, lonely, and uncomfortable, so she cried.
As she stormed across the marsh grass there came a sharp cry, it was weak and almost silent. Pausing for a second, Silverbrook found the scent trail again and raced towards it for it was not far.
(BRB)
The kitten could sense someone coming, so she cried louder. Was it her mother? Father? She didn't have any idea, and quite frankly, she didn't really care at that point.
The scent of blood grew strong, it was like a cloud of mist that wrapped around her in a endless circle.
"Where is it?" She muttered, leafing over a patch of heather. Then it came into sight, a cat, not that smaller then herself, the fur was covered in blood and bugs and form her side Silverbrook could see movement. Ears forwards and claw extended, she slowly stalked forward. "Oh no…" It was a small newborn kit.
She was pale brown and white, but it was hard to tell from the amount of blood surrounding her. The kitten mewled again, sensing the other cat but unable to hear or see them.
"Oh you poor kit." She muttered, glancing at her dead mother, she picked the kit up from the bloody mess and carried her to a patch of ferns where she began to clean her.
Who was that? Who was licking her? Was it her mother? The kit was flipped over, and she stirred weakly, meowing softly.
"You'll be home soon little one." The she-cat purred, wrapping herself around the she-kit she licked her even quicker.
The kitten mewled again before beginning to purr, rubbing her head against Silverbrook.
As the cold winds began to blow, Silverbrook picked up the little kit by the scruff and set off to camp.
Some of the Riverclan warriors gave Silverbrook strange looks as she passed with the kitten. Why did she have it? Where did it come from? Was it a half clan kit? None of them asked questions though, assuming that she would consult the leader about it.
Passing the nursery, she headed to the leader's den. She knew the leader would not refuse the kit, for that was against the warrior code, and with Silverbrook close the kitting the leader would have to let her take care of it.
(Gonna come up with a random name)
Troutstar looked up at the sound of Silverbrook outside her den. "Come in, Silverbrook. Who have you got with you? I don't recognize their scent."
Padding up to the leader, she placed the kit at her feet. "I found this little one by the shoreline not that far from the half-bridge."
"Really?" Troutstar sniffed the kit curiously. "Where is her mother? And do you know what clan she's from? Definitely not any clan that I've ever encountered, though it could be masked by… is that blood?" The kitten mewled loudly, crawling across the den.
"I think her mother was a loner, she was found dead by the shore, probably because she was so thin and could not take the pain of birth. Her ribs were showing so that says she was traveling fast and did not have the time to hunt."
"Hmm…" Troutstar watched the kit helplessly trying to walk. "I assume you've brought her to see whether you can raise her then? Along with your own kits?"
"I cant just put her back outside." She blurted, "But yes, I will raise her like my own."
"Well, I see no reason why you shouldn't. Have you got a name in mind? You know I must be able to keep track of all of our clan members."
"I think I would call her… Willowkit, in honor of her slender form and where she was birthed under."
Troutstar smiled softly. "That's lovely. Perhaps you could go introduce her to the other queens in the nursery?"
"Yes, including the new kits." Picking Willowkit up again, she darted off to the nursery, one- to get her there, two- to escape the glances of the other clan mates.
(Gtg)
(Okay, byeee)
Willowkit breathed in the scent of milk from the nursery and purred quietly. It was definitely a more pleasant smell than blood.
Bucking her head as she entered the den, she quickly walked over to her sister, Frostheart, who had only kitted a moon ago.
"Sister, do you mind taking in another one?" Silverbrook asked, placing Willowkit down.
"Nooo." She muttered, still half asleep.
Knowing she was still under the power of sleep, Silverbook purred a little and nosed the kit closer to the other little ones.
(Frostheart has three kits, you can name them if you want)
Willowkit snuggled in next to Cloverkit, Sparrowkit, and Daisykit. She looked very small next to the older kits, but they would become almost like her siblings, as would Silverbrook's kits.
"So you stay warm little one," Silverbrook purred, taking a placed next to her, "And don't tell Rainheart I was outside again, he'll be very angry."
(Should we timeskip to her being like, one or two moons? So that she's kinda competent?)
(ok)