Look what I found (open)

Walking into camp with the wet kit at his side, Tinylegs stopped when he reached the center of the clearing. "Poplarstar! Mintwhisker!" the short tom mewed. He wouldn't gotten the two of them himself, but seeing as though this rogue kit had probably never been in a clan camp before, he didn't want to leave him alone.

OOC: forgive the shortness

Jaypaw groaned as the sounds of a yowling cat once again filled her ears, and she huffed in annoyance as she got up and slowly stretched out each of her limbs. Flicking her tail in irritatedly, she all but marched out of the apprentice's den. She had just gotten back from her last patrol of the day, and was trying to enjoy a quick nap. As her eyes caught a glance of Tinylegs and a soaked kit, she immediately lost any pessimistic thoughts. Running towards the two cats, she held a worried expression. Looking down at the kit, she could tell by its smell that it was a Rogue. This didn't change anything for her though, and she promptly began licking its pelt in an effort to keep it warm."You'll be okay, don't worry."

Normally, Astérias would have leaped away wit a snarky remark, but today he was too tired for that. He just missed his parents. he had seen a monster before he stumbled in and... he didn't want to think about what had happened to them. He just wanted a rest. Why has Poseidon forsaken me? Astérias thought. No matter how he tried to focus on everything around the camp, memories of a monster closing in on his parents, his father pushing him away, they all just came back to him. He wanted to let his eyes well up and let his throat wail, but he wouldn't do so in front of these clan cats. He sighed. "I wish I couldn't worry." He said.

Lionpaw heard yelling and Jaypaw running through the camp. He shook his messy pelt and padded over to all the commotion. He notcied the kit was a rouge after Jaypaw had dried him a bit. He gave the kit a nasty look and turned away from the kit.

Echopaw eyed the kit, then Tinylegs. "Where did you find him?" she asked.

"By the Thunderpath," the small tom replied with a smile. "I believe he's a rouge kit," Tinylegs added, curious about the kit's origins.

OOC: s h o r tttt

Laurelkit slowly padded out of the nursery, a yawn escaping her tiny maw. She walked a few feet before stopping in her tracks, suddenly noticing a small group forming. Her first instinct was to avoid the throng of cats, but a strange scent lured her closer. Weaving her way around and under the legs of the older cats, she made her way closer until she could see a white tom not much older than herself. "Who are you?" she blurted out, her innocent curiosity coming off as rudeness.

Darkpaw heard the commotion and lifted her head from the mouse she was eating, watching as Tinylegs brought in yet another kit. The apprentice scrunched up her nose as she caught scent of the kit, sticking her tongue out in disgust. SkyClan really was just a mismatched group of cats. With a huff, Darkpaw clambered to her paws and joined the gathering cats, eyes narrowing as she gazed upon the kit. "Another one, really?" she grumbled to herself.