- Feb 26, 2024
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CW FOR CHILD ABANDONMENT
Leafbare was upon the land, with Newleaf coming around the corner. If the sharp chill in the air isn't enough to show for it, snowflakes becoming a frequent visitor. A black and orange tabby tortie molly, slithered under the cover of the frosty undergrowth of the vast forest. Long since passed over the scent marker, and the cloudy sky beginning to dim into pastel hues of orange, yellows and reds.
No matter. She was where she wanted to be. Clasped in her jaws was a tiny ball of pitch black, splashes of orange and bits of white. A mini her but mild in color. Lulled by the gentle swing by its scruff, the kitten was sleeping as his mother moved under logs and pass bushes. The mother, slowed her steps to a halt narrowing her eyes as she studied her surroundings before leaning down to plant her son underneath some frost covered brambles. The queen nudged her son with her nose- scarcely checking over her slowly waking son. "Wait here." the molly softly commanded. Quite unexpected, to her equally dark and orange fur one would expect her sound stern and cold with a pelt like hers. The kittens eyes blinked up at his mother, nodding at her words as his paws touched the snow. "Yes, mother.." the kitten mumbled a reply. The molly let out a soft chuckle, at her son's bored sounding reply before leaning down to rub her cheek against her kit. "I'll be back soon, just stay here in the meantime." Her last time unfortunately... She lifted herself up from her still sleepy kitten, perking her dark ears up as she stepped away from the snow-covered bramble bush. She turned her body around and went back the way she came, pausing to glance back at her son.. her heart shattered in chest at what she was doing. Leaving her kitten in the wide world with no warm motherly protection. She lets out a sigh, heavy eyebags showing under her eyes as she waved her plumed tail 'goodbye' to her kit. One last look then she disappeared into the forest.
The kitten waited.
And waited.
He waited some more....
Coming back to the land of the living, having fallen asleep several times, warmed only by his long fur and the shelter of the twisting brambles overhead. Startled awake by the sounds of the woodland creatures and faint howls, he snapped his eyes open and lifted his head from his curled up form. He unwind his body, to shuffle forwards to peek out the bramble bush. His mother had not returned to him. He was used to this by now, him and his littermates were all bundled together as they all waited for their mother to return carrying prey or gifts. But... this is the longest time she's been away, his littermates too.. He doesn't like this. Not one bit.
The kitten took his first trembling steps out of the safety out of his bramble bush and into the forest. "Mother?" came a word, a whisper from the kitten as he stepped into her footprints. He hopped the next one. And so one by one, he crouched and hopped into each of his mother's footprint. His little mind wondered with questions of where is she? could be having trouble finding prey? what if she got lost? or.. o-or if she doesn't like me anymore?... No. He shook his head from that last thought, not wanting to start crying like a little baby he's a big cat! he's b-brave! The little tortie kitten ventured from his temporary hiding spot, to hop in his quickly fading mother's footprints. After a while he paused, lifting his head to look around. He's utterly lost. He hears creaking of branches and nearby rodent chatter, black and dark ginger coat prickling with panic. He shivers slightly, as he turned his little body scrabbling to any nearby shelter to hide in. He shouldn't never left his bramble bush. "Mama!" He mews in a panic, calling out to his mother, one he could not smell or see. He eventually scrambled blindly to large, hulking tree with stretching branches. All he could see is a big hollow, so quickly scrabbles inside of it. He halts inside it. He then turned his body around, as he looked out in the vast forest. Dark kitten spine arching slightly as he pinned his ears back with wide eyes flicking back and forth. He doesn't wanna be here! He wants to go home!
Leafbare was upon the land, with Newleaf coming around the corner. If the sharp chill in the air isn't enough to show for it, snowflakes becoming a frequent visitor. A black and orange tabby tortie molly, slithered under the cover of the frosty undergrowth of the vast forest. Long since passed over the scent marker, and the cloudy sky beginning to dim into pastel hues of orange, yellows and reds.
No matter. She was where she wanted to be. Clasped in her jaws was a tiny ball of pitch black, splashes of orange and bits of white. A mini her but mild in color. Lulled by the gentle swing by its scruff, the kitten was sleeping as his mother moved under logs and pass bushes. The mother, slowed her steps to a halt narrowing her eyes as she studied her surroundings before leaning down to plant her son underneath some frost covered brambles. The queen nudged her son with her nose- scarcely checking over her slowly waking son. "Wait here." the molly softly commanded. Quite unexpected, to her equally dark and orange fur one would expect her sound stern and cold with a pelt like hers. The kittens eyes blinked up at his mother, nodding at her words as his paws touched the snow. "Yes, mother.." the kitten mumbled a reply. The molly let out a soft chuckle, at her son's bored sounding reply before leaning down to rub her cheek against her kit. "I'll be back soon, just stay here in the meantime." Her last time unfortunately... She lifted herself up from her still sleepy kitten, perking her dark ears up as she stepped away from the snow-covered bramble bush. She turned her body around and went back the way she came, pausing to glance back at her son.. her heart shattered in chest at what she was doing. Leaving her kitten in the wide world with no warm motherly protection. She lets out a sigh, heavy eyebags showing under her eyes as she waved her plumed tail 'goodbye' to her kit. One last look then she disappeared into the forest.
The kitten waited.
And waited.
He waited some more....
Coming back to the land of the living, having fallen asleep several times, warmed only by his long fur and the shelter of the twisting brambles overhead. Startled awake by the sounds of the woodland creatures and faint howls, he snapped his eyes open and lifted his head from his curled up form. He unwind his body, to shuffle forwards to peek out the bramble bush. His mother had not returned to him. He was used to this by now, him and his littermates were all bundled together as they all waited for their mother to return carrying prey or gifts. But... this is the longest time she's been away, his littermates too.. He doesn't like this. Not one bit.
The kitten took his first trembling steps out of the safety out of his bramble bush and into the forest. "Mother?" came a word, a whisper from the kitten as he stepped into her footprints. He hopped the next one. And so one by one, he crouched and hopped into each of his mother's footprint. His little mind wondered with questions of where is she? could be having trouble finding prey? what if she got lost? or.. o-or if she doesn't like me anymore?... No. He shook his head from that last thought, not wanting to start crying like a little baby he's a big cat! he's b-brave! The little tortie kitten ventured from his temporary hiding spot, to hop in his quickly fading mother's footprints. After a while he paused, lifting his head to look around. He's utterly lost. He hears creaking of branches and nearby rodent chatter, black and dark ginger coat prickling with panic. He shivers slightly, as he turned his little body scrabbling to any nearby shelter to hide in. He shouldn't never left his bramble bush. "Mama!" He mews in a panic, calling out to his mother, one he could not smell or see. He eventually scrambled blindly to large, hulking tree with stretching branches. All he could see is a big hollow, so quickly scrabbles inside of it. He halts inside it. He then turned his body around, as he looked out in the vast forest. Dark kitten spine arching slightly as he pinned his ears back with wide eyes flicking back and forth. He doesn't wanna be here! He wants to go home!
- ooc: scared little baby left in thunderclan land. hiding in the great sycamore :3 this is open to anyone!
- no ref yet </3
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( erm.. i don't get it ) UNNAMED : loner kitten
— cismale ; HE / HIM ; currently 2 moons
☾ undecided / single / not looking / open to puppy-crushes
— a LH black/dark ginger tortie and white tom with hazel eyes
— action , thoughts , "Speech, ff7844"
— smells of fresh caramelized apples, spiced herbs & damp earth musk
-tags / @ on discord for plots
- penned by calzone
