The Storm and Moon - What type of combination is that? ;v;

It was a nice cool dawn, the sun rising slowly across the former Clan's territory, shining through the openings of the trees. A gentle breeze blew, sweeping leaves off their stems and drifting across, intertwining one another. All was calm, birds chirping their peaceful songs, mice scuttling on the floor of the forest, squirrels bustling to grab as many acorns as possible to their homes; and all of this, all of it, was interrupted by the sudden abrupt appearance of a badger. Its menacing eyes glistening, claws filled with blood, shown with true fury, destroying whatever it could in its path. And there, rushing with leaves waving across in the break of the trail, was a tom. And within this tom's jaws was a kit.

Eyes shadowed and placed into a bush to hide, the soft sound of the bell could be heard. The bell echoed across the forest, carried by the breeze, and it sounded the attention of the badger. The tom, who very much was a kittypet, turned to confront their attacker, bristling with anger... and fear. The bell sounded again - the tom and badger fought, tumbling within each other; it sounded once more, and a sickening crack was heard from their direction.

Oh, right, the kit. She was still hiding where she was, hoping not to be revealed, and keeping away from any sounds of the battle and ignoring the awful sounds of death, ignoring all the anguish and pain she could possibly hear. She just kept quiet and hoped that she wouldn't be caught. Call her selfish if you like, she wasn't one to talk about it.

Soon enough, that little kit was lucky. It was sometime past dawn now, and the badger had left after killing its victim. Crimson red was spread all across the forest's floor, splayed on the trees.

Leaving her hiding spot, the kit was an elegant blue-gray, with some of the softest tails - or you could say fluffy - icy blue tipped ears, tail, and paws, and frosty silver eyes shining. Her back vaguely had an icy blue shaped-star on it, or what it seemed to allude to, and if carefully examined, a small star glowed in her left eye. A lily colored ribbon was tied around her neck, and there was the golden yellow bell that sounded throughout the fight. Looking at the scene, no emotions showed, which was surprising, considering that she was raised within the homes of a kittypet. But she had clan blood in her, and it ran through her veins, unlocking deep sights never seen before.

Who was this kit? Daughter of a kittypet and WindClan she-cat, this was Luna. And she and her now dead father had gone through clan territory in hopes of bringing her to live there. It wasn't the wisest choice, but it was too late to turn back now. It was too late for anything. All she could do was look around helplessly and hope that there would be someone to come and aid her.

OOC;; Cin and I only. ;v;

Stormpaw padded out of the camp, flicking his tail in goodbye at his friends. He was going to do some hunting, since there wasn't much to do around camp and Ivyfur was on a border patrol. Lifting his head up high, he opened his mouth slightly and scented for rabbit. He scented rabbit-- and something else. Deciding to ignore it for now so as to not get in any trouble, he started stalking towards the rabbit. It finally came into sight after a short while and he began to stalk it, getting close enough to pounce.

His back legs sprung him into the air as he leaped at the rabbit, which heard him, and started to flee. He chased after it for a while, but he tripped over a large bush branch and careened head-first into a tree on the border of the territory. He fell backwards onto his rear, stunnned. Cursing at himself for losing the prey, he paused to scent for more prey-- and the second scent was much, much more pronounced here. And then he recognized what it was.

Blood.

Oh StarClan, he thought, padding towards it slowly, ears pricked up, alert to any and all things that happened around him. He found blood spattered all over a small area, and the dead body of a tomcat. Examining it closely, he saw a bloodstained collar, identifying it as a kittypet. He turned, about to leave to return to camp to report the findings to Falconstar, but stopped as he heard a small tinkle of a bell. Turning around, he saw the small form of a small, blue-grey cat. Not all that different looking from himself. She had a bright red ribbon tied around her neck, with a bell attached. Thinking hard, he realized that it would be against the Code to leave her there. Padding over to it, he sat down, so that he was eye level with the much smaller cat. It didn't help he was already the size of full-grown warrior. New apprentices often hid from him. He really, really didn't like that. "H-Hello, little kit," he mewed somewhat nervously. "Are you..are you lost?"

The kit shrunk back slightly from the larger size of this new cat that had approached her. He seemed menacing and fierce, and just seemed to be the kind that could easily just shake her to death. Though, it didn't necessarily mean she was terrified. Hearing the nervous tone made her slightly surprised, her ears twitching to show so. He was larger than her, so what need was there to be so frightened of her - a simple kittypet {or so she had heard} - a little kitten who clearly could do no harm. "...... No..." Her voice wasn't that you would hear from a squeaky or excited kit in the clans, always causing mischief in camp and bothering elders or the warriors or in fact, whoever they could. She was the complete opposite - the tone in her voice was completely deadpan and sounded so lifeless. It was almost an ominous thought for a kit to be that way.

This tom's scent was slightly familiar somehow, something she could've scented from mother. That's right... ".... WindClan. Take me there." She heard the name from her now-deceased father, and it was the only possible name she would've known. Luna for that, after all, was part WindClan. It was only a necessity that she knew this clan more than the others, and that, that was truth.

Stormpaw blinked. Then why was she here alone? He saw her flick her ears, and he tilted his head curiously. ..Then she asked for him to take her to WindClan. That's what he was probably going to do anyway, mostly because that's the most logical decision. Briefly deciding, he paused. "O..kay." He took the kit's scruff into his mouth and began the journey across the territory back to camp. Hopefully Falconstar wouldn't reject her.

While it should've been obvious that she had come with the dead tom that had stained the territory with his blood, there was nothing she would wish to say about that. In fact, she didn't even bother to reject or claw at him when he grabbed her and started to pad back to the camp over somewhere. It wasn't that she didn't have the strength for it - not at all. It was more because the delayed reaction and completely blunt and straightforward responses she gave, even as a kit. Perhaps it was necessary to say that she was reserved and not passive, though, also, in the end, perhaps even cynical. Whatever was on this tom's mind right now, was something she was completely unaware of, nor bother to care. A simple lifestyle - speak when addressed and nothing more, being as short and simple as possible. That was just how she was taught, and it meant hard criticism most likely.