Somehow, Drizzlekit had snuck out of Riverclan's camp. He'd not really meant to, but upon getting startled by an Asylum cat, he'd run away to hide on the edge of the camp. Drizzlekit had thought the Asylum cat had been following him and ran further away, but now he couldn't find his way home. The plethora of new scents was so overwhelming that the grey tabby kitten was starting to get a fierce headache. And now that it was getting dark, the sounds of the land around him was making Drizzlekit antsy.
The kit padded onward and eventually came to a series of small, mostly frozen pools which, while pretty, were entirely unfamiliar. shivering from the cold, Drizzlekit stumbled to the nearest tree and curled up between two roots. He was tired...too tired to keep walking anymore. Tucking his nose under his tail, the tom-kit shuddered and peeked over his tail The shadows were growing longer, and eventually, all Drizzlekit could see was frightening shapes lying shrouded in darkness.
A crack sounded nearby and Drizzlekit lifted his head, eyes burning with unshed tears "H-Hello? Is someone there?" Another sound came from the grey tabby's right and a familiar smell rushed into Drizzlekit's nose with a gust of wind. Bolting to his paws, the young tom curled his tail around his legs and narrowed his eyes. Was that a cat just behind those bushes? "Can you help me? I'm Drizzlekit...I got lost." Bright yellow eyes turned Drizzlekit's way and a low rumble echoed from the direction of the other cat.
"Can you hear me?" Drizzlekit padded closer to the older cat but froze in place as the wind shifted direction. The comforting smell of Riverclan vanished and in its place was a musky, rank scent that made Drizzlekit's pelt crawl. Another shiver ran up his spine as the cat trotted closer. It emerged from the shadow of a tree and Drizzlekit shrieked as it's long muzzle lunged forward at him. That wasn't a cat! It was red and black and had wicked teeth. Fox!
With a yowl of pure terror, Drizzlekit dodged the fox as it snapped at where his paws were and ran to hide under the roots of his tree. the fox followed and snagged his scruff in his jaws. Fresh waves of fear rolled over Drizzlekit, but just as soon as they came, they were gone. Pain, sharp like ice flooded the kit's system before it was snuffed out.
The fox, a thin, scraggly little thing licked its jaws and dropped the cat's reddened body on the ground. It wasn't a lot to work with, but she was starving, having lost her territory to dogs a while ago. The vixen sniffed the air and observed the area around her for more cats. Usually cubs weren't left on their own, but perhaps this one wandered too far.
