a lost boy in neverland / abandoned kitten

[Cormorantkit]

☾ Just old enough to have been weaned off the teat but not quite big enough to not be scared of the dark, the woods of the unknown territory were an awfully confusing place for a little kitten. He could smell something close to food just beyond his reach, tinged with the scent of other cats he could not pin-point. Hunger consumes. His stomach rumbles and cramps uncomfortably, a knot forming just below his diaphragm in the absence of food in his belly. He is beginning to grow cold as well and in his infinite discomfort, the child lets out a whimper, shivering. Mama had said she would be right back. She had told him to sit still and, like a good little boy, he did just that without complaint -

until now.

Now, it was almost night-time again. Mama had left just before night-time of the previous day, the fading little tap-tap-tap of her paws completely lost on the child as he drifted off to sleep in his makeshift bed for the night. But now it was night again and the child could not sleep. Rattled by the solitude, disobedience began to crinkle his round kitten features. He squeaked again, louder, the edges of a wail sitting in the back of his throat. Want Mama.... want food...

What else was a child to do in this situation but begin to cry?

// tldr mom got picked up by local animal shelter but forgot the baby, he's about 10 weeks old here. free kitten 4 sale.

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[Chickbloom]

Chickbloom had conflicting feelings about evening patrols. sometimes they were seen as peaceful, and amber eyes watched slowly-emerging stars begin to twinkle, their sparkling dance a greeting to the cats on the edge of sleep's embrace. the moon would wave at them, beginning its silent vigil over Skyclan's territory while the inhabitants made their final checks. other times though, like tonight, all an anxious gaze could focus on was the bleeding sky and dying sun. Folded ears would flick up at every snapped twig and shake of leaves, wondering if tonight would be the night every beast that laid claim to dark corners of the territory would make their presence known.

Braver cats than he took the lead when a high-pitched wail echoed through the forest, the coward hearing a vengeful banshee where others sensed a kit in distress. yolk-stained paws padded behind the group until they reached the source - when suddenly Chickbloom shot to the front. he'd done the same with Fangs upon finding him - it seemed the milksop had a soft-spot for those without a home. a sense of kinship, perhaps. still, that didn't mean he was any calmer about it. "Wh-What's wrong, l-little guy?" He asked, trying to sound soft but only managing to come off as off-putting. Dinner-plate eyes turned toward the others. "S-Should we get some food? there should be enough in - in camp, r-right?" ​

 

[BEECHDAPPLE]

a yawn crawled its way from her throat, escaping from parted jaws where the warmth of her breath clashed with the noticable chill of air creating a shapless fog which lingered no more than half a heartbeat. they were just about finished with this remaining dusk patrol when a sudden wail broke over the usual sounds of night causing beechdapple to halt briefly alongside the rest, ears perking high atop a snow-kissed crown as they angled themselves in the direction from where it came. judging by the sound, her heart began sink.

when they came to investigate, chickbloom was the first to shoot forward to uncover the source revealing a young kitten who looked barely old enough to leave the nursery. beechdapple's gaze softened almost immediately, hefty paws carrying her broad frame till she stood besides her timid clanmate who spoke in concern. "oh you poor thing." her raspy voice is delicate, no higher than a whisper as the older warrior reached out carefully to sweep the kit closer to her now sat frame to protect it against the cold temperatures. "you're okay now, darling. don't worry." she coos comfortingly before looking over at the others. "one thing is for sure, we aren't leaving him here." it's always heartbreaking when they have situations like this, kits left at their border or in their territory with no parent figure in sight. the most recent one that was bought into their home was found inside a box if she recalled correctly.

"it smells like someone else was here with him, perhaps the parent but. . ." beechdapple's words trail off, concern clouding mismatched eyes. the scent, from what the older she-cat could tell, was relatively recent but there was nobody in sight and if this kit was still being cared for they wouldn't have been found alone like this.

˚｡⋆୨ IF YOU HAVE LOST THE RIGHT TRACK ⋆ ☀︎ ⋆ THEN ILL LEAD YOU RIGHT BACK ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

• ooc.
  
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• BEECHDAPPLE —— senior warrior of skyclan , mentoring none.
  🞴 cis female / she | her / ages every 6th
  🞴 a large, long-haired calico w/ high white displaying heterochromia and a noticeable underbite.
  🞴 single / pansexual polyamorous / open to puppy-crushes, crushes, romance.
  🞴 peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  🞴 “speech”, 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
  
  🞴 penned by cobatic
  🞴 biography — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  

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[Cormorantkit]

☾ Cats that are plaintively not his mama appear from the darkness, their too-large eyes and too-large bodies swimming before him in the gloom. His eyesight is not fully developed, his ears still learning to detect, and so they appear all at once, larger than mama and decidedly not nearly as comforting.

He does not protest when they swoop around him, curling their bodies protectively near and around his body - hawks to the mouse, hawks to the chick. Birds... did he even truly understand what a bird was to be comparing them so? Birds... baby bird... mama had always called him a baby bird, so hungry, so nibbly in his day to day. Little bird, she had cooed.

"'m hungry." came the squawk after several long moments of staring, baleful green eyes searching blue, green, and yellow for some sort of comfort still unfound. "Hungry." the bird squeaks, unable to offer much more than what was already given by the grown-ups around him. Food. If he could not have mama, he would take food.​

 

[falcongaze]

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- Falcongaze emerges from the gloom next- all long legs and less meat then most, his storm blue eyes affixed to Cormorantkit. He wasn't abandoned like this- no, he had been presented to Blazestar on the border, but similar. Always bordering on hungry, missing a mother he never knew, given to a clan that his father couldn't follow him into. Not then. Falcongaze swallowed thickly, having frozen up. His eyes shift half-lidded as Beechdapple's words free him of the frozen moment.

He agrees quietly moments later. "The scent is stale. The least we can do is feed him." He agrees. Falcongaze does not move forward, in fear of crowding the kit, but he addresses him all the same. "Amigo, we'll get you fed, okay? You have a name?" In the moment, he lets loose what Greeneyes had always called him, or other friends- he found comfort in it. Like a safety net, it helped him connect. Ear briefly twitched towards his apprentice, bidding him to stay nearby and not to crowd anymore then the other two have.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── THEYRE ALL THAT I WAS ⋅❁⋅ AND NEVER COULD BE ──┐‎

• "speech"
  @Radiopaw apprentice tag
  

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• FALCONGAZE 🌧 he/him, warrior of skyclan, eighteen moons.
  ⭃ LH chocolate lynx point with deep blue eyes, and a long scar on his left cheek down under his jawline. pushes his 'hair' back. very long legged, half oriental moggie.
  ⭃ mentored by greeneyes / / mentoring radiopaw
  ⭃ padding after drowsynose / / brother to spottedpaw and sagepaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[FIGFEATHER]

Figfeather looms in the back of the cats who cluster around the kit. She watches as his tiny white face tilts up to demand food, Figfeather isn’t even certain he’s old enough to be off milk. She looks around into the trees as Beechdapple alerts the scent of another feline. It wouldn’t be the first time a loner unaware of the dangers of SkyClan’s pine forest ran into trouble, the marmalade tabby’s stomach twist thinking about what might’ve happened.

”Falcongaze, Chickbloom, take the kit to camp. Put him into Butterflytuft’s care, she’ll tend to his needs.” Then her eyes flicker to the older she-cat in the group, ”Beechdapple, come with me. Let’s see if we can find a scent trail.” With a final nod to the two tom-cats Figfeather bounds further into the forest on a mission. StarClan knows it is likely to be fruitless… but they had to try.

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