Abandoned Kits have no way into this world....

Turtlekit straggled in the cold snow near the river, her mother gave birth to her and left her. Now she had no where to go and no one to protect her. The cold seeping into her new coat she shivered and stopped, curled up into a ball, and wait for death to take her.

Fogheart, to be completely honest, wasn't the motherly type. She was more of the fighting type, despite being blind. The grey she-cat drifted over the snow, mouth open to taste for any scent of prey or intruder. Her sightless blue eyes stared straight ahead as she sweeper her head back and forth, stopping suddenly to hone in on something odd. It was like a cat scent, but... weaker, and somehow softer. Wary, the warrior poked her nose at the strongest-smelling spot and found a scrap of warmth.

Was it - she sniffed it further - a kit? Did some rouge leave it here to die? Or, if she dared to think, be adopted? "Riverclan isn't an orphanage," she thought with distaste. But it was the code to take care of any kits, no matter the clan. Did that cover rouges as well? She breathed warm breath on the kitten, wondering if it was alive still.

Turtlekit wiggled at the warm touch, her little eyes opened and she looked up to the warrior infront of her "is she my mom?" Turtlekit thought to herself. her body too weak to move or speak

Ivyfall was a part of a hunting patrol when she spotted her sister in the distance. Why was she stopping? The she-cat asked herself, she buried the shrew she'd caught in the reeds for late and weaved through the reeds to where Fogheart was. Her green eyes scanned to lead her away from any puddles, gracefully avoiding getting herself unnecessarily wet. The she-cat was a RiverClan warrior, but her distaste for water never really dissipated. "Fogheart?" She queried, then a foreign scent caught her attention. A rogue, no, a rogue kit. The milk scent gave it away. She crinkled her nose, the she-cat who'd left the kit had a sour scent of despair, what she-cat abandoned her kit? She thought about her six kits, she couldn't imagine leaving them anywhere for a stranger to find. "Typical rogues, they'd toss away their own kits to save themselves. Will you be taking her in? I didn't think you'd be the maternal type."

Turtlekit turned her head slowly towards Ivy fall and thought "Or is she my mom?" she then shut her eyes in pain and thought "I dont care who they are just get me out of this cold!"

Fogheart nudged the kit with her nose, trying to figure out where they came from when she heard the soft crunching of snow followed by the scent of her sister. She pulled the kit to her with a paw, his long, but thin fur not a great insulator. "I think y'ave your paws full. Don't know how you tell 'em apart." She paused for a moment. Was she really taking this kit in? If so, she couldn't call her "the kit" or "she" the entire time, she needed a name. The only problem was, she couldn't tell what she looked like. ".. Ivyfall. What's she look like?" the warrior muttered. She'd never needed help due to her blindness before.

That was a first. Ivyfall had never been particular close to any of her siblings other than her brother, Rainstorm, but even she knew that this wasn't a common occurrence. Fogheart had always made it abundantly clear that she was perfectly capable of handling everything by herself. "Oh... Um, she's a white she-kit. Small, obviously, with black ears and a black splotch on her left eye. I... I can't see her eyes yet. but they looked mismatched before." She couldn't help stutter a little, having not expected to be asked such a thing.

Turtlekit curled up close to Fogheart, trying to keep warm in the freezing weather conditions, hopefully her 'mother' would take her out of this cold soon...

(Hello?)

ooc- sorry

"..Thanks." Fogheart hoped to never have to rely on someone else ever again, even if it was her siblings. The warrior huffed and felt for the kit at her paws with her nose. She was bunched up, like a turtle. "Turtlekit." The name came to her easily, and she gently picked up the kit with fangs that were so adept at killing prey that it was almost strange to hold something so small so delicately.

OOC: Its fine!

As Turtlekits body left the snow, she wriggled in excitement but fear as well, but she was happy to not be in the snow anymore and glad that her new mom was going to take her somewhere probably safe for the young kit.

OOC: Hey anyone home?