A Little Intruder c:

She was alone when she opened her eyes. They were blue then, since she was so young, but would soon turn into a dark emerald green in a few weeks time. She cast her gaze around the small, warm den, remembering the warmer, soft presence that she had slept against and suckled from from the beginning of her life, but found nothing. Just the brown of the underground den.
She waited, mewling and crying her hunger, but nothing came. She finally decided to go get it, pushing herself up and finding her paws underneath her, she stumbled clumsily to the mouth of the den. The sky was a mixture of blues, purples, oranges, and reds, colors she had never seen before. The grass was bright and green, stretching all the way out in front of her until it met the sky. The tiny kit stood there, at the mouth of the hole in the ground, staring at the sight. The sky had almost turned completely dark by the time she looked away and looked up, seeing branches and leaves above her head. She turned around and realized that she had been living under a lone tree her whole short life, in a burrow that was dug between it's roots.
She noticed then a small leaf fluttering down from the tall branches and she stumbled over to it when it landed, batting at it with her paws happily. However, soon her stomach reminded her of her hunger with a growl and a pinch and she looked up from her toy, spotting a structure off in the distance. She started out towards it, a little clumsy on her baby limbs, as the night set in.

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The she-kit struggled through the marshy earth, the mud caking the lower half of her body, matting her dark brown fur together.
It had been almost two days and somehow she was still alive. She had crossed the plains and the strange black smelly path, falling into the mud on the other side of it when a huge roaring monster had come speeding at her. She had then entered an area with some twolegs and hills of trash. It smelled pretty weird but she had found some food. She hadn't been able to have more than a mouthful though because a huge rat had came and chased her away. She had barely escaped it's huge teeth by leaping through a hole in the fence and running into the marsh. She had stopped when she realized she wasn't being chased but didn't dare go back in again after that. So, she had started trekking through the marsh. She was trembling from the energy used, cold and weak from hunger. She had no idea where she was or where she was going but she was still continuing on, forcing each paw up out of the mud in turn and taking another step forward. She was so focused on this action that she wasn't paying attention to anything else around her, which was why she didn't notice the shadow of a hawk that was circling around her.

Sorry. D: For the late start. /clears throat.

It was one of the few moments in the past few days that Mistflower had been able to get some time to herself. In between repairing the camp, Thrushstripe had paired her with Redshade in order to go out and get some hunting done, just to feed them and keep them tided over for the night. She was about as happy as he was for the assignment and it wasn't hard in the least to try and ditch the warrior. Now she was padding on alone, albeit a bit slower than normal thanks to her sickness and belly, but at a decent pace compared to the rest of those that could still walk.

Her gaze trailed up to the sky, seeing a Hawk circling around it's prey. She flicked her ear, knowing the animal must've been small and injured if it had caught the bird's attention. Maybe she could beat the animal too it and take the meal instead. Picking up the pace, she hunted down the source, her blue-green eyes glinting in the night. It wasn't long until she had found what she was looking for, a small, huddled shape shaking in the mud. At first, she couldn't tell what it was, before it turned it's head. "A kit?" She gasped, running over - hopefully before the Hawk decided to make a move.

The kit didn't notice the hawk until it made it's move, tucking in it's wings and diving down toward her. She heard it coming and looked up, gasping and standing frozen as this huge brown bird descended on her with it's beady black eyes looking right at her, the wings stretching out again as it reached it's black talons for her. The kit also didn't notice the other cat that was running up, reaching her just before the bird could.

The hawk was quick, but in that flashing moment - knowing there was a precious life on the line, Mistflower found the strength to be even faster. In a near blur, she splashed trough the mud, grabbing the brown kit but the scruff and scooping her up into her jaws before fleeing. The hawk couldn't slow down fast enough and the queen felt the creature's sharp talon's snag on her pelt, but that didn't stop her. She tore herself away, staining part of her pelt a bright red, before continuing to run on - weaving in and out of the shadows to hopefully lose the bird trail. She didn't slow down until she was near the camp.

The kit barely even noticed teeth clamp around her scuff. Something large blocked her view of the bird and then she felt her paws being pulled out of the mud and she was flying through the air, watching the land move In front of her. Her eyes were wide and her body was stiff, her little heart hammering in her thin chest with her blood racing through her veins. All she saw was that hawk and its black talons and the sound of it's sharp startled screech echoed in her ears.