pafp eye of the hurricane — kitten

[doekit]

A black-and-white figure tears through the sparse undergrowth, paws slick with snow-slush, single minded set on getting away from the twoleg that crashes after her. Clutched between her jaws is a small bundle of fur, red-brown strands sparse on face and paws and tail. The twoleg has already succeeded with capturing one of her children, she will not let them take the other. If she can just find a place, she can make sure Doe is safe, and find Fawn. She's heard of the Clans, colonies of cats that inhabit the pines just outside of the Houseplace - if they're real, they would do just fine. She doesn't care anymore. Being pursued by a particularly rambunctious kit, half grown at a glance, she spots Silversmoke - unfamiliar, unknown, but a cat. No collar. She slips behind a tree and follows him for several fox-lengths, losing the twoleg kit on the way, but she can still hear it crashing around.

"Hey!" She calls, muffled by the scrap of fur in her jaws. She trots over, and places Doe at his paws. Before he can ask she speaks again, or perhaps interrupts him, clear desperation in her voice: "Please. Take her. Run. I'll head it off, she needs to be safe."

With that the loner turns, crashing through the sparse undergrowth to catch the attention of the twoleg - and it works, towering beast lumbering after the red-furred queen with coaxing noises.

Silversmoke would never see her again. The scrap of fur at his paws stirs, now very clearly pretending to be asleep, and tries to sneak a peek at him through slits of blue eyes. Doe has no idea where she is, or who this is, but her mama must have trusted him a lot to bring her here. She carefully unfurls herself after a long moment, big stretch easing the cramp in her back from being curled up and held by the nape for so long.

"Who're you?"

// please wait for @SILVERSMOKE !!!​

 

[SILVERSMOKE]

It was supposed to be a regular patrol. Silversmoke had split off from the rest of them as they approached the Twolegplace, hanging back with the hope that he would not be forced to move any closer. He was not ready to face the horrors of the streets again, even if his home demanded it of him. The spotted tabby slowed to a halt to assess patches of disturbed grass on the floor, flattened by what he could only presume to be twoleg paws. He lowered himself to the earth to give it a wary sniff, his nostrils flaring at the smoky scent. An unfamiliar voice hits his ears as he's deep in thought and the tabby nearly leaps to the skyline, spinning around with ears pinned and claws unsheathed to face the threat. He's about to swipe at the flash of fur that's closing on him when he notices the frantic gaze of a mother, her kitten hanging limply in her jaws... until it didn't, and it instead was dropped by his paws. Silversmoke recoiled and opened his mouth to protest when the queen demanded something of him - Take her. Run.

He didn't get a chance to do anything before the she-cat left, the shadow of a twoleg against the tall trees bringing the tabby's hairs to stand. Instinctually, he moved to cover the kitten from the human's gaze, his tail lashing as he realised that the mother was luring it away from the both of them. He wanted to chase after her, shove the kid back into her maw and tell her to keep on going, that he was not the right kit to place the life of a child in the paws of. Silversmoke didn't move, not for some time, the absurdity of the situation shocking him into a statuesque pose. The twoleg kit never came back, nor did the queen, he was alone with a sleeping bundle and the spotted tabby used the brief respite to assess the child. He didn't see anything particularly wrong with her, other than the fact that she had very similar markings to Ferretwhisker. There's a sharp pain in the maine coon's lungs that reminds him that he hadn't breathed for a while, his eventual exhale was a loud sigh, aimed towards the very heavens for putting him in this situation. SkyClan would help, but carrying around a kitten did not come naturally to him.

Left and right he craned his neck, trying to figure out what was a 'good angle' to pick her up by. She moved and he froze in place as if he'd just stirred a beast beyond mortal comprehension. Had she been awake the whole time? He moved to prod her with a paw but luckily, she stirred before he ever got the chance. She stares up at him with her beady little eyes and Silversmoke has to look away - how the fuck was he supposed to explain the cruelty of twolegs to some kid? How the fuck was he supposed to bring this kid back to camp? How the fuck did he get caught up in any of this? She never asked him any of those things, her question was short and sweet, a small relief in the fountain of unfortunate events. "Silversmoke, I'm from SkyClan." He explained, his voice lacking a different inflection to when he was speaking with adults. Anxiety was rare in the tom but he felt it bubbling at every thought and movement, fearing that the kitten would somehow imprint on him like a duckling. It was a shame he lacked the medicine cat's power of prophecy.

Crouching, the tabby nudged her flank urgently with his nose toward where he'd last seen his patrol. "Time for questions later. Move, before the Twoleg comes back." Nothing mattered, not the self-sacrifice by her mother or the worries brewing in his brain, if he let some grimy human catch them both.



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[Fireflyglow]

The sound of talking is faint, but as Fireflypaw crouches on the branch he was resting on, he faintly detects the smell of none other than Silversmoke. He's excited to welcome him back, eager to promise him something good to eat in return for a good patrol. Though, he's only venturing along as a bonus in case something happens and someone needs to run back to camp. He claws his way down the tree trunk, tail lifted high as he follows the familiar scent.

"Silversmoke, I-!" He begins to shout out, though halts almost immediately at another faint smell. His fur fluffs up then, nervousness in his gait as he walks over slowly. He cannot see the figure, but shut-eyes still face the direction of the kit he speaks to. "Why are you bringin' a kit into our territory. Smoke?" And why the Hell are all these kits being brought into our Clan? It wasn't like they didn't have enough already! He swallows back his own vicious comment, he knows his manners after all. His head swiveling to face downwards, he smiles awkwardly. "Hey, kiddo. I'm Fireflypaw. Let's.. uh.. Let's keep goin'. Someone check to make sure they weren't followed, please?" He doesn't give much complaint further than that, merely falling in behind Silversmoke like routine; follow those leading. He was only a guest on this patrol, after all.

"To the medicine den when we're back, got it? Immediately. And then get Blazestar or Orangeblossom. We need to make sure this one's not sick with nothin'."​

 

[ThistleBack]

Rocking shoulder blades, a broad chest pushes through nettle and clatters as he grapples down the tree. The smell of twoleg plants a snarl on his jaws as he slithers around the base of trees and makes his way toward the voices of Fireflypaw and Silversmoke. Nostrils flaring and metallic glare carving over the disturbed soil and ferns, of the distant shouts of an upwalker.

Silversmoke is nudging a stranger child, Fireflypaw is interrogating. Thistleback enters the scene and circles them all with a prowl, eyeing the small blue-eyed kit with a sudden seething breath. " what in the bloody h- " he couldn’t fathom, not when there was work to do. Whether the kit was dumped, stolen, or simply escaped a bad situation. Were questions for later, " I’ll scout it out, meet you in an hour " hoarse vocals chime, and he whips his tail before galloping across the ground where the scent of stranger plagued.

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OOC INFO REF

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  Thirty-three moons EVENT TRACKER | IMPORTANT INFO
  — Lead warrior of Skyclan since 12.22.22
  — Devoted to Deersong 9.29.22 | polyamorous
  — Father of Coyotepaw, Pricklepaw, and Eveningpaw.
  — mentoring quillpaw & Snowpaw
  — very muscular piebald black and white tom with spiky fur and cold silver-grey eyes.
  — voice & accent
  — biography･ﾟ✧​
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