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[REDFLOWER]

"You'll tell them it was a fox who did me in for good," she instructs her children in a flat, monotonous voice. "You'll say I fought hard to save your life, but I had been too thin and weak to put up a fight. I bought you just enough time to run and hide." Redflower had pressed her cold, aching nose to first Scarkit's black ear, and then to Rosekit's ginger-streaked one. "Don't get lost in the storm. I won't be around to save you if you do. The scent marker is just head."

Redflower knows this is risky — her kits are as thin and weary as she is, but they are strong-hearted, they are clever, and they are of Skyclaw's blood. They will succeed where their father had failed.

"Go now, my loves." Her breath warms the air before her freezing muzzle. She can hardly see the forest through the blizzard; she can only hope ThunderClan is still patrolling... if not, the three of them will all perish with nothing to show for it, and she can't allow that to happen.

"I will come back for you someday. But until then... remember what we talked about. Remember who our enemies are." She backs away; soon, there is no trace of her, for the freshly fallen snow fills her pawprints in, and the scent is lost in the midst of leafbare's wrath.

All ThunderClan will find near their border are two dark, shivering figures, cold to the touch, their ribs protruding beneath their fur...

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

• ooc: please wait for at least one of @Rosekit ❀ and/or @SCARKIT
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• Redkit . Redpaw . Redflower, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — "speech", thoughts, attack
  — 18 moons old, ages realistically on the 15th.
  — mentored by NPC ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored n/a
  — exiled rogue; formerly a thunderclan warrior. npc x npc, gen 1.
  — formerly mated to skyclaw.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh tortoiseshell with low white and pale yellow eyes. bright, spiteful, impressionable.

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[Rosekit ❀]

.·:*¨༺ ❀ ༻¨*:·. The cold that pinches at the girls cheeks and swells snot around her nostrils is unlike anything Rosekit had ever known before; snow batters harshly against the tortoiseshells weak frame, but not even natures wrath would compare to her mothers if Rosekit didn't comply. If Scarkit dared to fall behind, Rosekit would use her thorny teeth and attempt to gracelessly drag her sibling back into pace at her side. Redflowers words are booming in tiny ears, a new mantra: if you mess this up for us, I will kill you myself. Rosekit was the stronger sibling, the better one; as their claws had torn at her littermates coarse coat that day, the kitten realized the success of their mission would be her burden to bear.

Whe the snow-beaten landscape begins to change and Redflower turns to face them, Rosekit feels her heart leap as something surges through the girls veins. This is it. "A fox." Rosekit echoes, the make-believe scenario coming to life behind squinted bronze hues, made up of details from what her imagination could comprehend.

The touch against their ear is almost numb, and Rosekit draws in a painful breath. Redflower sets them free with only a far-away promise and a bitter reminder; remember who our enemies are.

After their mother has vanished, Rosekit shakes herself, pelt moving freely over a visible canvas of bone. "Try to keep up, alright?" The child's own voice feels detached from reality as she shoots a sharp glance towards Scarkit, "you heard her."

Left to brave the cold on their own, Rosekit would continue onwards with their head slightly bowed against the oncoming snow. After what feels like an eternity, the shadows of a looming treeline begin to arch over in the girls peripheral, draped in snow they nearly looked haunting.

There's a faint scent that teases Rosekit's dripping nostrils, something that stood out from the cold nothingness of snowfall. "Here." Rosekit grits, coming to an abrupt stop. Craning her head, there's not much the half-starved tortoiseshell can make out aside from the daunting form of trees and heaps of untouched snow. Another inexplicable rush pulses through the kitten then, this time wrapping her bones in weak tendrils of warmth. It was time.

Looking to Scarkit, they cannot help but wonder if they share her excitement. "Get close to me." The younger sister bites, wrapping a thin tail protectively around her sibling in an usual display of affection. Freckled with snowflakes and shivering, huddling together for warmth only made sense.

Once the duo was positioned, Rosekit would spare Scarkit a confident quirk of her lip before opening her mouth wide and beginning to sing a shrill, sorrowful array of meows. Find us.

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  ROSEKIT ♥ she/they, loner-born kit, 0 moons.
  ⭃ dark, silky furred tortoiseshell she-kit with brown sugar hues.
  ⭃ Redflower xx Skyclaw ⤔ sibling to Scarkit
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[SCARKIT]

It's hard to hear Redflower's voice, to see her face through the fat, quickly falling clumps of snow that pour from the sky, but Scarkit knows well the things demanded of them. A fox tore their mother apart, cast her to a frozen and unforgiving grave—and this might as well be true. It was ThunderClan that chased Redflower from her home, and ThunderClan which they trek toward now. Something cold lodges in Scarkit's belly, like a stone.

Deemed close enough to wander, Redflower slips away, and all that's left of her is a glimpse of patchy fur before there's nothing but mist and gray. Goodbye, Scarkit wants to say. The words stay lodged in her throat.

Three become two. Rosekit wastes no time—she turns away sharply, and Scarkit follows after her, quiet. The wind howls past. They're both almost light enough that they can walk atop the heavy blanket of snow on the ground, but as the trees grow more dense and green, the terrain becomes uneven. They're restricted to hobbling, until...something. A stench so strong that it stands out beneath the watery scents of snowfall. Scarkit's head lifts, wide eyes peering around the storn-drenched landscape with some wretched sense of awe. This must be it, she thinks. ThunderClan.

It's hardly the land of plenty of Redflower's stories, but it seems storms attack clancats and loners both.

The border—because now Scarkit knows what a border is—sits beneath them. Now they just have to...wait.

Scarkit's yellow eyes turn to her sister. She feels compelled to stick to Rosekit's side. It's just the two of them, now, in a clan full of traitors and murderers. Her paw lifts from the snow, reaches for her sibling's shoulder, then—"Get close to me." The paw falls, and instead Scarkit huddles close in a show of pity. A ploy, and nothing else. And after a moment, her voice joins the sad chorus. Help us.
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[tigerwing]

Find us! Help us!

A pang of familiar feeling hit the girls heart like an icicle, stabbing it's way through her chest. Two kits, not just one- two kits that are fighting for their life as Tigerwing approached their huddled together forms.

Green eyes widened, head scanning the horizons, before lowering herself to their level. "Hello," she greeted softly, offering a smile despite the bitter cold. "I'm Tigerwing. Are you guys, hungry, Cold?" STars, that's so obvious. She would facepalm herself if she could. But it was obvious she was nervous, she hadn't been in this situation before. These children, so little, so young. Like she once was. But abandoned during a blizzard.

"If you want-" there really wasnt a lot of time to decide. "I can take you somewhere warm, get you food." The chocolate and orange torbie purred, letting a chatter run through her from a cold gust. She didn't want to ask the questions. Where's your parents? She wanted to get them safe as quick as possible.

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[SCARKIT]

They wail for so long that Scarkit begins to question whether anyone will actually find them, but before she can sheepishly suggest they keep walking, a hazy silhouette presses through the din. At once, Scarkit's heart lodges in her throat. The figure trudges rapidly near, head low, face obscured. Indistinguishable save for a smear of ruddy, snow-packed fur.

Scarkit's hardly thought about what ThunderClan might be like, save for Redflower's stories. She knows that the forest is green and rich with food, and that the clan is wrought with yellowbellied traitors. She knows only one cat by name.

The figure stops in front of them, stares at them through a shock of green, and declares herself: "Tigerwing."

Oh. The harsh knot lodged in Scarkit's chest loosens a little. Tigerwing was never a part of Mama's stories.

"Puh—please," Scarkit stammers. She's surprised to find the words so difficult, but the cold has numbed her inside and out—nothing works the way her brain tells it to. "Our...our mother..." She doesn't finish the sentence. Tigerwing didn't ask about their mother.

"P-please," she tries again. She's infected with this stupid, kittenish fear in earnest this time, but she can't feel her paws so the shame she should bury it with is muted. "Wuh...'so, s-s-s'cold..."
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[ivorypaw]

Ivorypaw isn't far from Tigerwing; their patrol is spread out, doing their best to navigate the frigid white winds and make it home without incident. She hears the insipid kitten cries just as her patrolmates do, and curled ears flick; she gives Palefire a dark-eyed look of concern. "Hear that?" Tigerwing is off, rushing to find the source, and Ivorypaw bounds after her, her stomach in knots. Who would be so cruel, to leave helpless kittens in such a monstrous blizzard? Surely, they must be close to death, if they'd been out here long?

She skids to a stop beside Tigerwing, her breath in panted clouds. Frost-covered kittens tremble together, their eyes wide and pitiful. Both wear shaggy fur, but beneath it, Ivorypaw can see their ribs. Her gaze softens. "We can take you back to our camp," she mews, remembering how scared she'd been when Palefire had found her near the Thunderpath. She looks for her mentor now, wondering if that memory has resurfaced for her, too.

Ivorypaw gazes at the children again. The black-pelted one murmurs, "Our... our mother..." She frowns. "What about your mother? Is she here somewhere, too?" A flash of memory: a white she-cat, bleeding from her mouth, pelt sticking to the asphalt of the Thunderpath. She forces the vision away, praying to StarClan that isn't the case for these kits.

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

• ooc: mentor tag @PALEFIRE
• Adora . Ivorykit . Ivorypaw, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — "speech", thoughts, attack
  — 9 moons old, ages realistically on the 16th.
  — mentored by Palefire ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored n/a.
  — thunderclan apprentice. 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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[Flamestar]

〔✦〕The snow burns her paw pads as they push through the snow covered forest, but blizzard or not they still had to make their presence known. Despite now many times she fluffed up her pelt, the wind still tore through it like it were nothing, piercing and stinging her skin that clung to ribs underneath. The patrol was more spread out than normal, but the heavy snow was making navigating near impossible. From the corner of her eye, she spots Tigerwing stray from the rest of her clanmates. The red tabby watches for a moment, wondering if she just lost her way, but seeing Ivorypaw follow, it seemed something else was up. "Hold on guys." the leader ordered, turning to push through the snow towards Tigerwing and the snowy apprentice.

And with what she saw, it only solidified her decision to continue patrolling. Had they not set out today, they wouldn't have found these two abandoned kittens. Immediately she quickened her step, gazing down at them with round worried eyes. "Oh you poor dears." the motherly tabby cooed, looking up to scan the surrounding area for any signs of their mother. She nodded, agreeing with her clanmate's suggestion at bringing them back to the camp. No sane mother would willingly abandon her kittens in weather like this, something tragic surely had happened. "We need to get you warmed up. You must be freezing in this snow...Tigerwing will carry one of you, I will carry the other. You're safe now."

no damsel in distress ( dont need to save me ) //

• ooc.
• FLAMESTAR —— leader of thunderclan , mentoring merlinpaw . storm x lily . littermate to nala, smokey, and nemo ✦ penned by icey !
  ✦ afab / she/her / 39 moons & ages every 20ᵗʰ
  ✦ widowed / heterosexual / closed to romance
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— difficult in battle, will start & finish fights
  ★★★★★★☆☆★
  
  ✦ "speech", 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
  ✦ tags — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  
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  a longhaired red tabby with low white and green eyes. flamewhisker's fur is a vibrant hue of red, riddled with thick classic tabby markings. her fur is medium in length, and she has a large, feathery tail. her chest, belly, tail tip, and her paws are dipped white. flamewhisker's eyes are a dark, deep shade of green. her shoulder has a large scar on it from a fight with a dog. she also has a shredded ear from a disagreement with a loner during her time alone before joining thunderclan. on particularly cold days, or sometimes before a major weather change, she will walk with a slight limp from her shoulder injury.

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[tigerwing]

Her heart wrenched. She had felt pain. She had knew loss of her own mother. Her lips tugged at the sides, her ears flattened as she chewed the inside of her cheek, green eyes sparing a look to ivorypaw, but then lingered on Flamestar. She was fortunate the others were here, that she felt a little support in her voice. But Flamestar was not cruel. She hadnt been when Tigerwing was a mere nameless child. She hadn't been when other kits were found abandoned- even if their mother was Baying Hound.

Flamestar was a leader with a heart filled with gold. At least the the chocolate and red Torbie. Her gaze finally cast a gentle look to the kits, pulling forward and leaning down a bit. "I'll look for your mother. I'll find her... But later. We need to get you back before.." you turn into an icicle, or worse.

"May I? Carry you?" She asked towards scarkit, paws fidgeting in the cold snow. Her green eyes were gentle.

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