The future's in your paws. Shape it well.Roleplay in a cat Clan of warriors. Based off the Warriors series by Erin Hunter. Takes place in an AU before the cats in the books existed.
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Subject: When It Rains, It Pours Mon 13 May 2024 - 22:31
Weevilkit Kit | Windclan | She/Her
Clouds covered the night sky as rain poured down heavily; lightning illuminated the dreary night sky. A young cat made her way through the forest, her kits were due any time now and she needed to find cover fast. The young molly found a small burrow to tuck away in and have her kits.
Her labor was a difficult one but before she knew it all her kits were next to her. She purred as she rasped a tongue over each and every one of her precious newborns. The last kit born was a lot smaller than the rest, a beautiful brown and blonde kit. The young mother watched the kit briefly before scrunching her nose at it. Something was not right…
The kits were a few days old when the rain finally eased up and the young molly knew she needed to get her kits to a safer spot. One by one she carried them out of the burrow and away into the night. She returned one last time, her eyes landed on the runt of her litter. The little thing wobbled and flopped to no end; the only sound coming from her was little grunts as she tried to right herself. A small squeak rang out in the burrow as the young mother grabbed the other baby in the nest and disappeared into the night, leaving the little bi-colored molly alone in the burrow.
It wasn’t long before rain returned, and thunder drowned out the little cries of the molly tucked away in a now cold and soggy burrow, no mother in sight. She cried and cried until her voice was gone and then she slept. Her small body trembled as she lay alone in the mud.
Rays of sunshine brought a promising aurora to the forest. The sky was clear, not a cloud to be seen in the early morning sky. A small squeaking sound from a mostly collapsed burrow; the young kit it belonged to was trying to wiggle her way out to no avail. Her small fragile body was cold and tired, but she fought on; fighting to make it out of that hole and she was letting the whole forest know her discontent. Discord: ChaoticCrow | Timezone: Mountain Daylight Time (MDT) | Code (c) Kieer
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Characters : Fuzzface, Curlyfluff, Sweetheart, Molehill, Bugpaw Clan/Rank : (F)WC/T5, (C)TC/T5, (S)TC/T2, (M)WC/T3, (B)WC/App Number of posts : 5924 Gender : F Age : 24
Subject: Re: When It Rains, It Pours Mon 20 May 2024 - 21:01
Having been on a lone patrol, the stale scent of blood hit Molehill's pink nose and sent his fur to rise on his hackles. He hadn't expected to run into another cat, especially after a stormy night, but the plump tom knew he needed to stay aware.
Continuing onwards towards the edge a clump of trees near the farthest part of WindClan's territory, the scent continued to grow stronger and stronger. Keeping his body low beneath the tall grass, the brown tom's ears stayed upright and his eyes continued to cast glances swiftly along the edge of the trees. He hadn't journeyed to this part of the territory often and hopefully he'd be able to leave quickly. Hopefully... no cat was waiting around for him.
As he carefully stalked forward, the sounds of a kit's cries filled his ears. A kit, out here? No queens would dare bring them so far from the nursery, perhaps his ears were just hearing things? Waiting a few moments, he heard it again and it was certainly real.
Picking up his pace, he followed the scent and sound until he stumbled across an abandoned burrow. Well, previously abandoned. Peering inside the dimly lit space, a small bundle of fur wiggled around the burrow, crying out, most likely for its' mother. The scent of any other cat was more than stale by now and Molehill had to assume no cat was coming back for this kit. He'd never taken care of a kit before, but perhaps it he got her back to camp, then the queens would know what to do.
Picking up the kit ever so gently, the large warrior began his journey back to camp. The little kit looked cold and wet, but at least she was lively.
Subject: Re: When It Rains, It Pours Tue 21 May 2024 - 11:05
Weevilkit Kit | Windclan | She/Her
The young molly squalled and flailed as something sharp made contact with her wet pelt. She tried to wiggle and break free from whatever had ahold of her but still she couldn’t turn loose. Finally the little bi-colored kit rested in the larger cat’s mouth and sat quietly.
It wasn’t terribly long before a lot of strange smells met her nose, along with the smell of milk, she knew that smell. She started crying and squirming, her small stomach was rumbling so hard it seemed to shake her tiny body. It didn’t take the little molly long to fill her belly and start drifting off to sleep in the warm, dry den she was carried to. Voices murmured in the background, but she was already fast asleep. Discord: ChaoticCrow | Timezone: Mountain Daylight Time (MDT) | Code (c) Kieer
