A Mayflower on the Moor

A silvery-blue she-cat sprinted across a stony area, not knowing it, but near the Highstones area. Two large dogs, a Weimaraner and a Great Dane, chased after her. A similarly-colored cat- a kit- hang loosely from her jaws. The dogs were catching up. She reached the moor; the dogs nearly at her feet. She flung the kit into nearby bushes, and wheeled around, snarling. The she-cat, powerful for a female- managed to send one of the dogs running, but the other succeeded in slaying her, dragging her limp bloody body away, leaving a small trail of blood. Maykit stood horrified in the bushes, when she began her trek towards the strong scent of her Clan.


OOC: She is a Clan kit, her mother an NPC warrior, her father dead. But she is taken on a walk by her mum, and then she saves her by flinging her into a bush. I wanted a creative way to be a Clan cat with no parents. ^^

Foxkit succeeded in sneaking out of the camp while everyone was sleeping. She padded into the moorland and saw a kit, sitting in the bushes, "Get off my territory!" she yelled to the kit

"Scuse me, but i'm in your Clan, Foxkit!" she hissed. Maykit stepped out, her fur shining in the moonlight, as it was night. She walked up to the kit, grinning. "Can't recognize a denmate?"

ooc: Do you know something about Foxkit that I don't? e-e


IC: Foxkit let out a low snarl, "I don't know what you're talking about, and I've never seen you before!"

Icepaw padded through the bushes. He had been tracking Foxkit's scent. His eyes widened in surprise when he saw Maykit. "I thought your mother was with you, Maykit. Where is she?" He mewed worriedly.

Bluekit hid in a small hole, having followed them all. "Hiya!" he meowed, popping up behind Maykit.

ooc: the kits, besides maykit, shouldn't even be out of camp guys. Snuck out or not. They might even get in trouble.

ic: Icepaw snapped his head around, blinking when he saw Bluekit. "How many kits snuck out of camp when we weren't looking?" He huffed. "Alright, you all head back to camp please. I'm going to talk with Maykit," He ordered, but in a friendly way. He knew the kits wouldn't listen to him if he was mean.

"Why can't we stay?" Foxkit wailed

"Actually, I came out with you. And kits can't go all the way back alone." he meowed.

ooc- Dude, that's what kits do. Sneak out to have fun.

"Because it's dangerous out of camp. I should know, because I always wanted to get into trouble as a kit!" He purred in laughter. "Don't worry, you'll be apprentices before you know it, then you can come out when you want! With Butterflystar's permission, that is."
He looked at Bluekit. "Alright. Then we can all head back to camp together. Maykit can explain what happened on the way, alright?" He mewed gently.

"O-okay." she mewed quietly, her horrified expression returning. She had only briefly forgotten about her mother's death.

Bluekit padded to her side. "It'll get better." he whispered.

Nodding, Icepaw led the herd of kits along back to camp. While they were walking, Icepaw wondered if they should stop and see if Maykit's mother was around, and if she wanted to come with them. "So Maykit," he began. "Where's your mother at? Did she head back to camp already?"

"Fine" Foxkit scoffed

"She can't come back." she mewed quietly, her voice shaky. "Didn't you see the blood trail..?" she mewed. Only because there was an obvious blood trail next to where she was.