pafp FRESH AUTUMN AIR ☄. *. ⋆ KITS JOINING

[GOLDEN.]

"Mama's been gone awhile."

The words fall from his tongue without any forethought, an observation made with wide eyes and a close-lipped smile, though it threatens to sink under their current circumstances. He was good, a patient kit. But not this patient, where he could watch the sun start to sink and not get a little bit worried... He glances to his brother. He has to be getting bored too, right? Golden can be lots of things, but bored isn't one of them! It's not even warm enough to take a nap out here. There's too much... wind.

Decidedly tired of waiting, he jumps to his paws, puffing out his chest in his declaration. "I'm gonna go find mama!" And with that, he stomps away, as if he didn't care if Storm follows. (But he totally does, and he's totally obviously glancing behind him to make sure he's following!) Somewhere, anywhere... he stumbles in the vague direction their mother had disappeared to. He - he knows what she smells like, but it's getting... muddy, mixed with all the new stuff here... and here, he soon discovers, is annoying.

There's no trees or... anything really. he can't even tell where he's going or if he's even going som where, cause it's all grass grass grass, and some of it is taller than him which isn't even fair! Little legs bring him weaving between stalks and weird flowers. "MAMAAAAA!" he shouts, lifting his head in hopes of it carrying his voice. Where was she?

[ CONTEXT: If you remember Golden and Storm from before, for our purposes, and to avoid interfearing with other plots, we're simply going to pretend that these are different characters! Just... earily similar looking to the previous, older versions of them. Feel free to have your characters giving them funny looks, but otherwise please note these are different little guys! STORY: Golden and Storm were traveling with their mom to find somewhere new to live. On the way there, their mother, sensing danger up ahead told them to wait someplace safe until she came back. Their mother, unfortunately, ended up victim to a hawk attack. They will never find her, but feel free to say your character has :'). PLEASE WAIT FOR: @STORMPAW ]​

 

[STORM.]

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A gray-blue kitten with long, fluffed-out fur sits beside his brother, face neutral but eyes narrow and searching. Golden is right. It's sunhigh, and their mother left before they'd awakened fully, eyes still blinking away sleep. "I'll be back soon, with prey," she'd murmured to them, dream-soft in their minds.

Soon. Storm knows what soon means. It does not mean the whole day is almost gone. But their mother does not like for them to wander while she's gone. It's a rule. Storm gives his brother a stern look as he announces he's going to go find her himself.

"You'll get eaten," he says, response clipped and automatic. It's something Moss warns them about every so often. Don't stray too far. Something will eat you. The something is... more specific, but he can't recall what it could be at the moment. "Better stay here." But he knows better. Golden doesn't listen like he does, and he's weaker. Smaller, even if not by much.

Storm sighs. He can't let Golden go by himself. Their mother would be upset. They stand a better chance against whatever could eat them if they go together. He doesn't like that Golden is so far ahead of him, because he was born first -- and he's bigger. He's stronger. Sometimes, though he does not voice this to his brother unless Moss is elsewhere, Storm is also smarter. At least, Storm thinks so.

Storm wouldn't do something like this without Golden's bad influence, after all.

"Shh," he says. He gives his brother an annoyed look, ears flattening. "You're gonna make something come attack us. Stop screaming." But a strange feeling has crept across him too. It's not fear, exactly, but a strange sort of muffled anxiety that Storm does not often experience.

Where had she gone?

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[OLIVESHADE]

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"Oh joy. I hear the skittering and chittering of little rat feet."

Lazy fangs punctuate the sarcastic drawl of Oliveshade's voice, and though she sounds thoroughly unamused and annoyed.....there is the barest curl of her maw in those words, if one only knew what to listen for. She herself, of course, comes trailing after those words. 'Pitiful little things. Can't find what isn't here anymore. Unless of course they wanted the body.' Though she normally cares very little for screaming mouths to feed....she herself knows what comes after a mother becoming 'lost', and their mother is just as 'lost' as hers was. They have not become tolerable because of this fact, but it is easier to hold her tongue at the incessant cawing of the golden furred kit.

Dull green eyes peer over pale stalks of grass with about as little emotion as they have color. "Little rat, listen to your sibling." Her body looms over the kit, but there is no visible body language to indicate hostility. 'The borders are closed.....but surely now that the boss lady is a queen herself she might appreciate new rats? To replace the cats she got rid of.'

"Little rats, perhaps you would enjoy something to eat?" It almost pains her to be this nice. "Then maybe you can leave finding your mama to bigger cats like me."​

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[Snowshadow]

"Turn A Deeper Blue"​

A lanky figure moved like a shadow amongst the heather, amber eyes glowing in the light of the sky above, and a white tail flicked behind them. What was this? Rats? Pushing past a couple of drying stalks of heather, Rune lifted his head rather curiously and tilted his head at the sight of Olivershade, before her a couple of kittens. One of golden rays and the other like stone of the mountains, and he blinked a bit in surprised across his gaze. Kittens? Out here on their own? This wasn't good. Worry melted away the surprise and he padded up beside Olivershade with a flick of his head, "What are you doing out here, little ones?" He questioned then looked to the older she-cat beside him as she offered to get them some food. Oh yes, that is definitely important for a growing kit. Did the clans usually have kittens out in their territory? Where did they come from and could they find the mom at all even? ​

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[MALLOWLARK]

Quiet, if he was quiet- in that silence, there were little noises. Little voices, and then bigger ones rising up out of the quiet. Oliveshade, another- to that familiarity did the large wraith drift, night-painted paws carrying over his looming form. Even in light- or, darkness- of recent events, his grin stayed sharp upon his face, statuesque and loyally there, a reliable look. Eyes peered wide, steely- the smile did not reach them despite its size, and craning his neck he set such sights upon the children, head snapping to a tilt, resting upon his shoulder.

"They're not rats!" Giggles permeated his words, joy skittering across every syllable. It felt... nice that there was life out here, in the moors that made people go mad. New madness to add! New faces, new friends- well, perhaps not friends, this little. Maybe a student, one of them... oh, they were so small! Apprentice-sized, he reckoned... maybe a little smaller. "But- yeah, we got good food here!" And if they gorged themselves, he could sweep up the leftovers, the giblets and the ribs. Before they went mad, it was nice to meet them, these little voices. Should they be swept up, kept here... those voices may not stay so little.​

[ PENNED BY PIN ]​

 

[GOLDEN.]

Golden hums, considering his brothers words. What could possibly be so bad in this nothing-land? "How else are we gonna find her?" he asks, his voice genuine. If he was loud enough for scary things to hear, then mama would hear them too, and she'd come and scare them off!

Though, it looks like they attracted something else. A group of strangers appears ahead of them. A teeny-weeny lady, a mismatched face, and big grinning ghoul that looked super out of place. Golden blinks, startled, though he recovers quickly. Always a chatterbox, that's what mama said, anyways. At the lady's words, he puffs out his chest, brows raising. "I'm not a rat, I'm Golden! Can't speak for all of us though..." he says, side-eyeing Storm as if he has no idea who this kid is. The lady says to listen to his sibling, and Golden only responds with a blank look and a cute, placid smile, but ACTUALLY he's thinking about how that's the dumbest thing he's ever heard! If he listened to Stormy all the time he would never get nothin' done! A few moments pass with a polite, subdued expression, before he gapes. "Don't let him fool you! Stormy's a big dummie!"

He nods hasty agreement with the big giggly guy. Big AND soft, he bets. Okay, if Stormy wouldn't at least smile at the big bubbly brute, he'd know he's a rat in cats skin. "If he hasn't been picked at by predators yet, then we're totally safe!" he tells his brother. He's big and loud and obvious! He could be a good cat-size shield... "He'll totally get attacked before we do!"

Then, he looks toward the two-faced guy. Funny-face, can he think two thoughts at the same time with his funny funny face? "Pay attention! We're lookin' for mama," he answers, not unkindly! He was a good kit, but sometimes you needed to remind grown-ups to use their manners, too! Like listening! Li-sten-ing! "She was gonna get us food but... she's taking sooo long, and I'm sooooo hungry..." he tells them, pouting as he allows his eyes to go wide. The sort of cute look they couldn't possibly ignore, right? "I'm so hungry, I might... faint! I won't have the strength to look for mama!" he wasn't THAT hungry really, but he's tired of waiting, and these guys were giving him an easy out!​

 

[STORM.]

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Storm only shakes his head at Golden's justification. "How else are we gonna find her?" He wants to say they shouldn't try to find her, and he prepares to do so when another scent appears on the wind, followed by three cats materializing from the heather and gorse. Unfamiliar cats, fully grown, gazing curiously at Storm and his littermate.

"Watch who you're calling a rat," he says, baring his teeth up at the tabby who insults them. His idiot brother tries to imply he's a rat. And then calls him a dummie! Storm's ears flatten. "Your head is full of cotton," he glowers.

One of the cats asks what they're doing, and Golden gives him the hare-brained answer he wants. Looking for their mother. Whimpering about how hungry he is. Storm nudges Golden in his ribcage, eyes narrow with threat. "Can you not tell these strangers our life story?" His voice is a sharp hiss. "They might be... kit-eaters."

As he says this, he's cautiously eyeing the big white tom with the black paws. There's something very unsettling about that one. He's laughing, smiling, but... at what?...

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[hyacinthbreath]

♚ "No kit-eaters here." Hyacinthbreath speaks up amongst the throng of cats that had gathered around the kits, petite form a shadow amongst the much larger cats. Her head dips to those present, a sign of respect for the others, though she radiates authority despite this. Her violet-tinted gaze flicks to the two kits, sizing them up- a ghostly feeling skirting down her spine. These two look like.. No, don't think about that. She scolds herself for the momentary lapse in her reality, tail twitching behind her. "My name is Hyacinthbreath. Golden and Stormy, you say.." She hums softly, deciding on how she would handle this situation.

"It isn't safe to remain in the open like this. Predators lurk in the sky." She offers hesitantly, before her tail-tip begins to twitch, flicking side to side. Side to side. Again, again, again. "If you would like, you can stay with us until your mother comes to find you. You can eat prey now, can't you?" She asks curiously, making sure they still weren't nursing. Her kits certainly weren't around this time, but she wouldn't assume other kits have been weaned as quickly as her own. "You'll be protected from dangers in our camp. Learn a few things to help protect your mother if she comes back. How does that sound?"

I doubt their mother is coming back.. Being WindClan apprentices would help them survive, at the least.

// retro to her resignation!​

 

[Dandelionwish]

Really needed to pull Mallowlark aside and discuss this wild thing called tact, but he knew the big white tom didn't mean anything by his mannerisms, he was genuinely just trying to be friendly; he just happened to terrifying the living hell out of cats sometimes doing it. The bird bone thing didn't help...
Dandelionwish approached at the gathering of his clanmates curiously, wheat stem between his teeth and being twirled lightly in idle thought over what oddity it was they were clamouring around only to spot the two kittens huddled together among the tall grass. He felt his stomach give a sudden lurch of unease, remembered similarly colored youth some time ago, one trampled and dying from a horse and the other two leaving in their righteous outrage. If he and Honeytwist had gotten that poor kid help sooner, would she have made it? The chocolate limbed tom pushed himself past the others with mismatched eyes narrowing, fur bristling in a silent challenge. He wasn't letting these kits be chased off to die if he could help it and he'd give them hell for it.
His mentor's words, despite the pain they brought, still rang clear as day the moment she picked him as her successor.
We server StarClan first, we help all cats.
Letting his hackles lower he ignored Oliveshade and Rune, ignored Mallowlark's tittering laugh, and focused himself on the duo before him with an awkward smile. "Reckon yer a mite too small to make a good meal, can't say I'd wanna try cat though-figure we don't taste too good."
Twin brown ears twitched, examining each little tom carefully but trying not to stare too hard. The golden one's complaints seemed to be just an exaggeration; they didn't look too thin but it was obvious they wouldnt' make it long out here alone.
When Hyacinthbreath approached he glanced in her direction with a grateful smile; happy someone with some sensibility and authority was here to help wrangle things. "She's right, why don't ye come wait in our nice home while we send some fast cats out to look 'round fer yer ma? In fact, Oliveshade looks like she'd love to do it!"
And maybe she could find some manners while she was out hunting. He honed in on the fiesty molly, a wide grin on his face in silent challenge. Tell me no, it said. I dare you.
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