sensitive topics Where do you go ? o. Orphaned Kit

[Fawnkit~]

tagging @Batscreech

(TW: Mention of death via starvation, abandonment)

[ ༻ 𓆩✧𓆪 ༺ ] His mother had almost made it... nearly, her body was nothing more than skin and bones while the kit was in no better shape than his mother when the molly had collapsed with the kit pausing at her side, a weak smile on her face as she attempted to ruffle the boy's hair. The kit chirped to lean into it but before his mother could even make it, her paws went limp on the floor covered in fiery leaves. and there she took her last breath. She had loved her child dearly, she had desperately tried to get the kit and herself as close as she could to what she recounted as "skyclan's borders", something many kitty-pets had chattered about whenever she had heard an inkling from her times not far from her two-legs home. Yet, her two legs had thrown her own, had thrown her kitten out as well and the molly struggled to keep them both fed while on the streets to the point she could no longer bear it and tried to make her way towards where she thought and hope to make to, only to lose her life inches at the border.

Any scraps she had found had been given to her only kit, yet even then that hadn't been enough. The kit continued to paw at his mother's cooling body when soon enough the sound of paw steps made the kit jump and whirl towards the sound before making a soft yet weak wailing cry, "Please help my momma! Please!" he cried towards the strange cats that now stood before him, bi-colored eyes begging them, yet it had been too late to save the molly, and harshly enough, not too late to save the kit from meeting the same fate.

"Please help...help, please" the kit continued to beg, fluffy tail swaying side to side before moving to the side of his limp mother, nudging his nose underneath the limp paw of his mother before looking back to the strange patrol before him.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── You can t be caught you ll never fall ──┐‎

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  Fawnkit (TBN) 𓆩✧𓆪 He/Him, Kit of Skyclan, 2 moons.
  ⭃ Fluffy Fawn with low white with bi-colored eyes (Blue and Yellow)
  ⭃ NPC x NPC
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted (ask first) / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by Ryn ↛ @/Rynnaro on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[flowercloud.]

Flowercloud was struggling. To say her gaze didn't fall envious of mother's was a lie. Of those with mates to curl tails with each other, to rub each other's cheeks and embrace each other's warmth... To raise those that they bore. She had always wanted a family. But she was a coward. She did not speak her emotions to another soul.

Since Honeysplashs death, she had been quiet. Her eyes have been more distant, but still kind. Her words were never agressive, always came out with a sort of affection, and as sweet as honey. But her green gaze held the pain she felt, and the distance she was creating with her clan recently was enough to show to someone who read others easily. To those observant enough.

She almost didn't notice the sight until the large molly the kitten shout in a desperate plead for help. Her gaze glanced back to the rest of the patrol before lowering herself a bit, her good ear that was not scarred down to flesh faced towards the kit. "My poor dear..." She barely breathed. Her eyes flicked to her patrol. "My name is Flowercloud. You... Are are in Skyclan... What's your name," she asked, her voice gentle. Her tail flicks gently as if saying, 'go get someone' to a near by patrol member. Someone important, would need to be here to let them in... But casting a glance to the boney parent of this child.. she didn't have good faith in the unmoving body.

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[Radiopaw]

"wild hearts run"​

Radiopaw came along with the patrol begrudgingly. It not as though he had a choice, but patrolling the borders was not one of his favorite tasks. It was usually a boring slog, draining away his energy for what felt like little to no purpose. Upon hearing the cry of a child, he realized that this patrol might be an exception. The black apprentice didn't exactly know what to do. He was grateful for Flowercloud coming to step in. He looked to Falcongaze, a silent question written on his face. "Do I do anything?"

//mentor tag @falcongaze ​

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[Howlfire]

It was not so long ago another lost kit had been found on SkyClan's lands. Now another kit had been found, though the situations were different this time at least. This was not a kit cruelly abandoned, but one who had been loved and cared for by his mother. Whilst Flowercloud tried to settle the kit, a sympathetic gaze lands on the form of the child's deceased mother. Had they been trying to make it to SkyClan, she wonders. The poor thing was barely skin and bones, and though the child wasn't much better, Howlfire could tell that he had been clearly cared for to the best of his mother's ability. Don't worry, she vows silently, mother to mother, your child will be safe and cared for.

Howlfire pads closer to Flowercloud, looking at her and then the kit in turn, a silent question hanging in the air as to whether the child seemed okay to move. "Would you like to come to SkyClan, little one?" Howlfire inquired, lowering her head to speak with the kit. "It is safe and warm there and we can get you food too."​

 

[Fawnkit~]

[ ༻ 𓆩✧𓆪 ༺ ] The fawn kit's gaze lingered on the strangers as they began to gently and sweetly speak to him and tears began to well in his bi-colored eyes. The first to approached introduced herself as Flowercloud, and even expressed that the kit was in Siyclan territory but her next question made him shuffle his paws closer to his body, fluffy tail swaying side to side as he hiccuped. "Mama...mama didn't believe in names, but... she told me stories... stories of the clans, and and when her two-two legs kicked her and me out she wanted to come here for help. You can help her, right?" he looked between the faces before him, sniffling slightly still pleading blue and yellow gaze on the strangers before him.

"Can mamma stay too?? She... she... she would want to stay, I'm sure of it, please she needs help!" he wailed, his attention now onto Howlfire not aware of death yet, not aware that Skyclan cannot help his mother. The youngest of the group only looked to another stranger with uncertainty and the boy couldn't help but begin to choke on his own whimpers, they coo at him with their soothing words yet not once even paid mind to his mother, the one who had desperately sought the clan out in the first place. "Please...I dont wanna say bye to my momma" he cried.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── You can t be caught you ll never fall ──┐‎

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  "speak""Thoughts"
  
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  Fawnkit (TBN) 𓆩✧𓆪 He/Him, Kit of Skyclan, 2 moons.
  ⭃ Fluffy Fawn with low white with bi-colored eyes (Blue and Yellow)
  ⭃ NPC x NPC
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted (ask first) / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by Ryn ↛ @/Rynnaro on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[falcongaze]

This is a tale he's come to know, bitter like acid in his mouth- that of a lost parent, abandonment or other taking the kit from the clutches of love. Radiopaw was on his heel, the whining causing his ears to twitch. And as he approached the scene with the rest of the patrol, it became clear, obvious, what was going on here. His ears flattened to his skull, staring at the kit, then his mother, the unmoving body. He could smell it, the tell-tale scent of death beginning to arise.

Falcongaze's vision shifted towards Radiopaw. "Go fetch a lead or Twitchbolt. Let them know what's going on, yeah?" He requests of his apprentice, then back towards the kit. Flowercloud and Howlfire were more tender in their words then he could be, and when Falcongaze approached, he didn't step towards the kit. No, instead, his nose turned and lowered towards the mother. He was right- no moving of her flank, the emancipated state of her body...

His eyes slid close briefly, eyebrows drawing together, before he stands again, his long-legged body towering. Not that he intended it that way. "Your mother cannot be helped, amigo." He utters. "She's passed away." Would that be his drum-beat- a bringer of bad news? When Doeblaze was Bobbie, when he had to find Cherrypaw for Lupinepaw, when he stepped aside, when he broke ties with her- no, that wasn't any shade close to what he had just done, torn a kit's world in two. Sorrowful gaze found the kit's vision once more. "I'm sorry."

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

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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 no one
  ⭃ padding after lupinepaw / / 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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[Howlfire]

The child's desperate pleas leave her at a loss for words for a moment. She prided herself in being able to talk to kits pretty well, but she does not know how best to explain to the child that there would be no saving his mother. She is grateful for Falcongaze then, when the younger tom steps forward and takes that burden from her. His wording is perhaps a little harsher than she would have used, but serves to get the point across.

"My friend is right," Howlfire muttered softly. "She is already gone, there is nothing else we can do for her now." She hopes the kit won't be too upset by this, even in his already emotional state, though suspects that won't be the case. She only hopes he would be more accepting of the idea of returning to camp.​

 

[flowercloud.]

The amber warrior frowned as the kits continued, saying she did not have a name. It was even sadder to say the least, not knowing a name to call yourself. But it was not the saddest part. Unfortunately, that fell on the child desperately wishing they would help his mom. He did not want to say goodbye... Her eyes softened even more, her jaws opening to speak, but Falcon gaze spoke first.

Her throat tightened a bit, her one ear flattening in an awkward way. But it was not as if this was an easy topic to discuss to a child. "but .. she will always be near you .. when you need her- watching over you, protecting you. when the sun goes to sleep, you can look up and see the stars... One of those will be your mother- watching you grow, and loving you even from the distance."

The large warrior hoped that was true, hoped that even this child's young mother would be waiting for him in Starclan- but she would not know. She could not know. Green eyes were apologetic, sorrowful. "our friend, and leader, Orangestar will give you a name to call yourself dear... And of course, we have food as they have said."

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[Batscreech]

🗡 ๋࣭ ⭑ Batscreech was the last to arrive on the scene, having had fallen behind during the patrol to enjoy the extra silence and space away from the crowded bickering of his clanmates before him. The scene rapidly unfolding before him was a tragic one, the scent of sour decay rapidly accumulating and permeating the space the longer the wretched body of what was once a warm caress against tiny body grew all the more stale beneath the open light.

Overlapping voices providing sympathetic comfort and desperate, melancholic wailing danced with little grace on the gentle wind, the cacophony provoking a visible grimace to distort Batscreech's otherwise exhausted facial features, ears pinned to the back of his head and his yellow tinted fangs settled deep inside a frown. They were getting nowhere as it stood presently, and the longer they allowed for this unnamed kit to mingle alongside the corpse of his mother, the further damage he would sustain. Pushing his way forward, he took a protective position in front of the ragged figure, slinking along with a head downturned like a starving predator, though his verdant eyes were uncharacteristically soft as they bore down upon the despondent kitten.

"'Course she can stay, poppet. She brought ya 't this place, knackered 't the bone, 'n this place is where she'll 'ave a proper rest. I'd say she's earned 't, innit?" He would carry the body himself if he had to, but he would not force this child to endure the hardship of leaving what could have very well been their one love in their short life behind for the foxes to consume. A vigil would not be permitted, however this does not mean she did not deserve a dignified burial, the soul inside of her surely would not truly leave in peace so long as she did not see her final journey through alongside her precious ward.

"As fer a name..." His hollowed eyes narrowed in thought for a moment, though admittedly it didn't take long for him to follow up with a very matter-of-fact sounding suggestion. "Yer a meek lil' thing, eh? Fawnkit'd suit ya well, yeah? Ya sure look like one." Besides the more obvious size and pelt patterns mimicking that of a little deer, it was also worth mentioning the fact that he was found amidst the grass, hiding away beneath it upon discovery similar to the way the prey animals would hunker down in an attempt to hide from unforeseen dangers that may seek them out in their mother's absence.

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  BATSCREECH — HE/HIM ･ 25 MOONS ･ WARRIOR OF SKYCLAN ･ PENNED BY SLOANE

  a small two-tone brown cat with a scrawny/lithe build. eyes are predominantly green with yellow hued central heterochromia. longhaired seal point / chocolate chimera.

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[Fawnkit~]

[ ༻ 𓆩✧𓆪 ༺ ] Two more would appear, and bi-colored eyes blurry with tears couldn't focus on either one. Yet the first to speak, his words were harsh, mean even. Saying she couldn't be helped, that she had passed away and the kit couldn't-refused to believe what he had to say, shaking his head in disbelief. Yet the two mollies from earlier chiming in and confirming what the mean one had said and his gaze drifted onto his mother.

She couldn't of left him, she couldn't of, not that long ago she had told him about the cats who lived in the forest, even if he only understood a tiny bit... yet the last who had approached, he says his mother could stay and the kit hiccup'd slightly looking up at the brown tom with wide eyes, listening to the words that he said. He had a strange accent yet the tom would give him a name, Fawnkit and slowly the kits wailing away as he shuffled himself closer towards the one who named him.

"I'm... I'm Fawnkit... " he muttered, already accepting this too quick of a change
but, his momma had wanted to get him here, she had sought out this group for the both of them, and yet if the others said she was gone and it was true? Shouldn't he continue moving on instead of wallowing about? Especially when these strange cats were promising him food and somewhere warm to stay. "I'll stay here. Momma... can stay too" he whispered looking back to her ever stilled body. If only they her made it here sooner.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── You can t be caught you ll never fall ──┐‎

• 
  "speak""Thoughts"
  
• 
  Fawnkit (TBN) 𓆩✧𓆪 He/Him, Kit of Skyclan, 2 moons.
  ⭃ Fluffy Fawn with low white with bi-colored eyes (Blue and Yellow)
  ⭃ NPC x NPC
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted (ask first) / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by Ryn ↛ @/Rynnaro on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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