DON’T YOU WORRY HOLD ON TIGHT ♡ rescued kit

[Palefire]

It hadn't been an easy night, but all things considered, she felt lucky to have been at the thunderpath when she had. Adora may have lost her mother today, but she had gained a new family; if that was what she wanted. It had taken a bit of coaxing, since the poor girl was understandably shaken up by everything she'd been through, but Palefire had managed to convince her to return to camp with them so they could get her fed and warm. But they would still have to break the news to her that her mother wasn't coming back. She'd been hit by a twoleg monster, and the young warrior hadn't the heart to tell the orphaned kit that she had passed away at the time. When they had stumbled upon the heartbreaking scene, Adora told Palefire that she was worried because her mother wouldn't get up. In an effort to keep her from becoming too frantic, she'd told her that Gentlestorm would stay back and look after her, to make sure she was okay, but the medicine cat had caught back up with them just as they reached the entrance to camp.

She offered the white kitten a comforting smile as they finally walked through the gorse tunnel that led into the clearing, and she turned to Dustpaw quietly. "Can you run and grab @HOWLINGSTAR for me? I need to tell her what happened." Normally she'd go herself, but Adora was still unsettled and likely to be nervous about coming into a new place with so many new faces. She didn't want to leave her on her own right now, even if it was just for a moment. Her gaze fell to the child that had trusted her enough to follow her back, and her heart clenched with sympathy. Palefire had also lost her mother when she was just a newborn, so she understood better than most how hard this was going to be for her. "Just stick close to me for now, alright? We'll get everything sorted out. If you're hungry, I can get you that mouse I promised earlier." It wasn't likely that the ivory she-kit would want to eat anything right now, but she had offered to let her try a bit of prey once they arrived in Thunderclan.

[ this is a follow-up to this thread! A small group of thunderclanners found an orphaned kit near the thunderpath and have brought her back to camp. @adora @GENTLESTORM @DUSTPAW @ravenstrike ]

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‎‎ooc ♡ info

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• PALEFIRE ♡ she / her, warrior of thunderclan, 13 moons
  ⭃ lh lilac lynx point w/ low white and blue eyes. tall and slender. built for speed and agility.
  ⭃ currently emotionally volatile, all opinions are strictly ic and likely spur-of-the-moment
  ⭃ single, open to relationships / / mentor to no one // mentored by nightbird
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking.
  ⭃ penned by limerence ↛ @limericks. on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[Lightflower]

Lightflower turned her ear at the sound of Palefire's voice. Another kit? StarClan, give them a break! she thought, remembering the few other orphaned kits brought to camp recently. She opted for the moment to keep her distance, the poor scrap looked just about petrified. She couldn't blame her. Probably completely overwhelmed. She didn't know what happened to her mother either. Stars, keep this kit safe, please...​

[ MAYBE THIS TIME I'LL WIN ]​

 

[HOWLINGSTAR]

Howlingstar lifts her head from her paws as Dustpaw slips into her den to retrieve her. An orphaned kit, found by the thunderpath with her mother. It apparently had been clear what her mother's fate was. The tabby frowns somberly and carefully gets to her paws, feeling the scabs along her shoulders pull uncomfortably. "Let's go," She murmurs to the apprentice, following her outside and towards the patrol.

She spots the small white kit clinging to Palefire; the stoic young warrior almost looks doting. The scent of blood lingers in the air, as does another overpowering smell. "Kittypet?" She mews, bewildered as she glances to the patrol cats. What had kittypets been doing all the way out here? They aren't close to the Twolegplace. But…what can they do? She gazes at the kit sadly, her heart tugging. "What's your name, sweetheart?" The old she-cat mews gently, lowering her head to be closer to her level. ​

 

[DUSTPAW]

જ➶ - prior to injury

The lingering thought still plagues her as she walks back with the patrol. Who is going to tell this young kit that her mother is no longer alive? Of course she knows she can't do it and the realization makes the young apprentice rather somber as she trudges along. Her eyes glance up as Gentlestorm catches up to them before she looks away once more. It's an awful situation that is for sure but at least the kit is safe and can continue to thrive here with them. Sighing softly the snow dusted youth steps into camp and as soon as she is given instructions she nods. Briskly walking to the leader's den before turning back as soon as she gets Howlingstar and fills her in on what has happened. Tail flicking she tilts her head as Howling greets the young kit, pulling a smile onto her own muzzle to try and be as encouraging as possible for the young kitten. Hopefully she will make a bunch of friends here.​

 

[Ravenstrike]

Ravenstrike came later behind the arriving group as she had taken her time to dispose of the kittypet mother's body to prevent predators being attracted to the carcass. Disgust was obvious in her face with the lingering scent of the orphan mother's scent on her. "Yeah, kittypet." The ebony scarred warrior responds at Howlingstar's question, the 'kittypet' dripping similar to venom and obvious of disgust. She doesn't say anything more as her cold gaze flickers around and she wants to gag at the mournful looks on everyone's face, how could they feel pity for someone they didn't know?

Ugh. Her lip upturns into a scowl as she slinks away from everyone to go rinse herself thoroughly to remove the scent of kittypet off her- even if it went lying to Gentlestorm for herbs if washing herself didn't get rid of the scent.

/ out!
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"speech", thoughts, attacking

 

[ivorypaw]

Adora is thirsty, exhausted, and paw-sore by the time they reach what the strange cats have called camp. She's faintly nauseous from the journey, from the scent of blood and the acrid sting of monster-stench still curled like smoke in her nostrils. Now, the overwhelming flood of cat-scent threatens to wash her away like the river's current. These felines do not smell like her mother—there is something dense, dark, and wild, the snap of undergrowth and forest-shadow imprinted on their pelts. Their movements are filled with strength, with purpose, their bellies thin and their faces hardened. She's never known cats like these—where is the softness her mother's body carried, the gentle touch of her tongue?

By now, she knows with lingering uncertainty that her mother is not coming to camp with her. Palefire had asked the big pale tom to stay behind with her, but he's back now, and… and Adora's mother is not with him. Her lower lip trembles at the unfamiliarity of camp, the strange scents, the wild growth of foliage molded into nests and dens.

Cats begin to approach, to look their way. A pair of emerald eyes hangs on dusty white fur, on softly-curled ears. She turns to Palefire and asks her a strange question, one she'd heard near the edge of the road: Kittypet? Ravenstrike confirms this statement with a hiss and a roll of her eyes. Kittypet. Is that what she is, what her mother is? "I'm… I'm Adora," she murmurs in response to the tabby she-cat's question. She shrinks away from her, for although her tone is kindly, her presence is intimidating. She huddles against Palefire and Dustpaw, trying to keep the tremble from her mew.

Palefire offers to fetch her a mouse if she's hungry. Adora's belly quakes, but she does not ask for food. She has never eaten a mouse before—her tongue, her teeth, long for the crack of kibble. "I'm… not sure," she says in a quiet, thin voice. "What's mouse taste like?"

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

• ooc: —
• Adora, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — "speech", thoughts, attack
  — 2 moons old, ages realistically on the 16th.
  — mentored by n/a ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored n/a.
  — thunderclan kit. npc x npc, gen 1.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh white she-cat with curled ears and brown eyes. compassionate, righteous, naive, idealistic, self-doubting, self-destructive.

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[HOWLINGSTAR]

Yeah, kittypet, Answers Ravenstrike with a roll of her eyes before stalking away. Howlingstar blinks in surprise, still not quite over the fact that a kittypet kit and her mother made it all the way out here. She focuses on the kit as she tucks in close to Palefire and Dustpaw; briefly, her gaze flicks up to the young warrior and apprentice respectively, impressed that the child has already grown so comfortable with them.

Finally, the little one speaks. "Adora," She repeats, tasting the strange name on her tongue. "That's a- a lovely name." She pushes through with her genuine tone, ignoring any confusion she inwardly feels about the nuances of kittypets and what their twolegs call them. At the back of her mind, however, she knows this kitten has no mother coming back for her. If they were to take her back to the Twolegplace, they wouldn't have the slightest idea what nest she belongs to. They could take her to SkyClan, she supposes, but...well, she's just so cute! And she's very young, about the age of her great grandkits. Surely she has plenty of time to learn and develop the ways of clan cats.

That means, she will become a ThunderClanner. "Well, Adora, we have a warm nest for you, and plenty of mouse - it tastes very good, I promise." She nods to Palefire, as if to affirm, yes, get that mouse. Returning her gaze to the kit, her expression softens, while eyes light up with determination. "You will be safe here. But in ThunderClan, you will have a clan name, do you understand?"

She waits a long moment, thinking as her eyes roam over the tiny white she-kit. "You will be called Ivorykit from this moment on," She murmurs to her, just loud enough for those surrounding to her to hear. ​

 

[TORNADOPAW!]

Tornadokit came from strange origins himself; though not so gruesome - he'd been taken in when he was little more then a feeble newborn and had found a family in Thunderclan he wouldn't change a thing being taken in was the happiest day of his life even if well he couldn't remember much of it. He was very young! He'd been sitting outside the nursery gnawing on a bone left over from his meal when the patrol returned, he wouldn't have thought anything of it wouldn't have even seen the small body of another kit close to their legs he was very very entranced by his gnawing but he catches the sight of Howlingstar leaving her den and heading over and that meant news he just hoped it wasn't bad. He stands up forgetting about his chewed up bone and begins making his way over, ear perked and listening intently to the softened tones of the leader. His pale eyes travel down to who she was talking to, a young kit moons younger then him who looked so so tired. She smells weird, there's a tang to her that burns his nostrils - he of course would have no clue that's what the Thunderpath and it's monsters smelled like but there's a tinge of something he wishes he did recognize however vaguely; blood. but he tries very hard not to cringe not to look rude. She must be so scared he doesn't wanna make things worse. He's old enough to recognize the ire and disgust in the way Ravenstrike speaks, that hatred... Did the warrior look at him like that too? He was technically a kittypet too once - did it matter? It doesn't make him feel great and if he felt like that she must feel worse.

He feels bad for her, he knows she will love Thunderclan like he does when she gets used to everything but she was rattled by something - he doubts the queens will tell him later but he'll figure it out. The first step to loving living in the forest was having your first mouse, something she evidently hasn't had yet. Howlingstar is talking to her again, meows as warm as the nest she tells her about. Howlingstar knew just what to say and do, she was so smart! He admires his leader, shifting his weight rambunctiously on his paws waiting for a moment to introduce himself but before that she must be officially recognized as a Thunderclanner - her name is changed to that of Ivorykit and it's a pretty name!

Finally he comes closer, he's a good bit bigger then her nearing the size of an apprentice he wouldn't spend more then another moon with her but he wanted to be the first kit she met regardless. "It's nice to meet you Ivorykit, welcome to Thunderclan! You will soooo love it here! Just give it time" he mewls excitedly a bright grin flashing on his face "After you eat I'm gonna show you the best spots in the nursery I promise and then we can play a game if you want" even he knows she likely won't want to but whenever he was sad he liked to be distracted so he threw the suggestion out anyway. "My names Tornadokit by the way"

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  Tornadokit ✩ He/Him, Thunderclan Kit, 5 moons
  ⭃ Brown and white masked tom with blue eyes
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Kedamono ↛ @legmeatt on discord, feel free to dm for plots.​

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[ivorypaw]

The great tabby tastes Adora's name as though it's a soggy bit of kibble, strange and unwelcome in texture on her tongue. The little white she-kit waits, her trembling temporarily abated as she awaits the leader's verdict. She tells her there is a warm nest waiting for her, and assures her that mouse is incredibly tasty. Adora nods hesitantly—and then she is given her first major change. Howlingstar says she will have a Clan name, a new name, and her hesitation flutters in her chest like strange butterflies. She doesn't want to give up the name her mother had given her—but—she must, she must, she thinks, and though tears spring into dark-shining eyes, Ivorykit does her best to nod her head along.

Ivorykit. Is that who she is now? Is that whose paws she walks with, whose eyes she blinks with? She lifts a pale foot to her muzzle, presses it into flesh gone numb with change.

Part of her wants to protest. To cling to Adora, to the last sense of identity she has, but Howlingstar had given her this name, this home, and to her, it seems they go paw-in-paw.

A dust-colored kitten looms nearby, and once she's coronated, he approaches on clumsy paws. His tone is friendly, and despite her growing dismay, Ivorykit relaxes, lets the fur lie flat on her shoulders. He's only a little older than her, but he's the first kitten she's seen since her sister had gone to live with other housefolk. "Nice to meet you… Tornadokit," she mews hesitantly. She forces the words to come out of a throat filled with briars. "I'd… I'd like that, thank you." Perhaps, in time, she will call the friendly Tornadokit a true companion—but wariness still tugs at Ivorykit's paws for now.

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

• ooc: —
• Adora . Ivorykit, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — "speech", thoughts, attack
  — 2 moons old, ages realistically on the 16th.
  — mentored by n/a ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored n/a.
  — thunderclan kit. npc x npc, gen 1.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh white she-cat with curled ears and brown eyes. compassionate, righteous, naive, idealistic, self-doubting, self-destructive.

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[Smokefur]

Following closely beside Ravenstrike, was her apprentice Smokepaw. Much like his mentor, his nose was wrinkled in disgust at the thought of allowing a delicate little thing like that join their ranks. There was a clan for kittypets, and it was their neighbor. Howlingstar should have ordered for her warriors to carry it off and dump it on Orangestar's border, but instead, the tabby was a bleeding heart and gave it a clan name. What good does having a clan name mean if one could be given to just anybody who looked helpless enough? Her kitty pet blood would eventually dilute out their Thunderclan blood, and they wouldn't be any different than Skyclan.

The dark apprentice didn't say anything as he departed the group that was forming around the new "Ivorykit". Instead, he let out a rather loud huff of irritation, and followed quickly behind his mentor as she left.

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• SMOKEPAW ✩ he/him, apprentice of thunderclan, 10 moons
  ⭃ lh blue ticked tabby / blue smoke chimera with yellow eyes. mentored by ravenstrike
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Icey ! ↛ @icefang65 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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