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Long strides march across the marsh, a small brown bundle of fur between jaws and they take little to no regard to the border as they step over. She's in a hungry and she has no patience to wait and she wanted to get rid of the child she had, it would ruin her life for her in her twoleg's nest. Was it selfish? Yes. She allowed herself to get swept up with a filthy feral and gotten pregnant and was able to hide for the most part from her owners that she wasn't pregnant- just getting fat especially by being deceiving towards her owners. After finding herself deep enough in the marsh, she drops the kit underneath a tree branch to hide her from potential predators. After she gets the child settled, the kittypet quickly takes her leave and scurries from the marsh and over the borders leaving the small child.

The nameless child wallows underneath the branch, her body shivering from the damp ground and weather without a mother's warmth. Her tiny white paws wiggle about the damp earth and get stained with mud along with her underbelly, mewling softly. Time passes and it seems similar to hours for the child as she continues to wiggle underneath the branch, soon departing from the safety of the branch and into the open. The faint stench of kittypet lingered in the air but was swallowed by the scent of the marsh and the loud mewling cries of the child could be heard. She didn't know where she was, who she was or anything━ she was starving, cold, and just wanted to be comforted and loved on.
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There shouldn't be kit wailings this far away from camp. In a perfect world on a perfect day, there wouldn't be. The marshes are no friend to the weak, that much has been made clear since ShadowClan's very inception. Yet somehow, for some reason the stars have shined their light on this feeble kit. Her body unscathed from any hint of neglect, a set of lungs so powerful that perhaps that could have been what saved her.

Jaggedpath had tracked down the source of such yowling quickly, his heart thudding loudly in his ears as he felt time ticking down until a sick fox or badger swooped up to silence the kit.

"AYE! Lads get'ere!" The white tom shouted to his patrol as he wrapped a fluffy tail around the scrap. He scrunched his nose at the scent of kittypet faintly from her coat but said nothing more, waiting for his Clanmates to join him. No doubt she needed milk, quickly before she succumbed to her hunger.
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    ↳ shadowclan, warrior, cismale he/him
    ― easy to make friends with | bad at romance | good at teaching | bad with kits    ​
 
I WISH YOU COULD SEE THE WICKED TRUTH — It hadn't been that long since Onyxpaw had last heard the soft whining of a kitten. Her frequent trips to deliver prey to the nursery kept that essentially impossible, though the wails that she had grown used to were from kits far older than this one. Mewling cries that would form demands for things like food or a playmate, spoken in words that she could actually understand and attempt to help with. This abandoned little one was technically speaking in a similar language - making similar demands for attention, food, and everything else kits were so fond of - but in a way far more foreign to the young chimera. At first she had even thought she was hearing the whimpering in the distance wrong, her mind having somehow morphed the usual sounds of the marsh into a sound more weak and vulnerable.

Jaggedpath's call was enough to snap her out of that delusion, glancing briefly and worriedly back in the direction of the rest of the patrol before she rushed towards the sound of the warrior's voice. She could barely see the squirming, whining shape that Jaggedpath had wrapped his tail around, though that only caused her heart to sink further. They were so puny, so what were they doing out here? So far from anyone that could help her, besides Shadowclan? "That... they're so... little. Who would...?" Onyxpaw could feel herself floundering, struggling for words as she took in the situation in front of her. Her blue gaze sought out the rest of the approaching patrol, ears pinned down to her head as she thought of how long the kit must have been there. "We have to take them home, right? To give to one of the queens?" What other option did they have? As suspicious and cruel as the other clans seemed to speculate Shadowclan to be, she was certain they wouldn't be able to just leave an abandoned kit out on her own.

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[ ༻❄༺ ] "What kind of mother would do such a thing?" Snowpaw swore under her breath as she approached the scene, yellow gaze piercing the little nameless kit before her nose scrunched up. Abandoned, orphaned... just like her, with no parents to call her own. With that a sigh slip from her lips and her gaze softened a bit. "It is whatever then. She'll make a great warrior, right?" gaze flicking to Jaggedpath before looking at Onyxpaw who even suggested the same as Snowpaw had and the apprentice hummed a bit. "It would be cruel to leave the scrap here, would make us a monster just as much as whoever left them"

Eyes scanning the area around them, the only scent that lingered and yet faint was a kitty-pet scent, which made her scrunch her nose wondering if all kitty-pets were like this. A patrol turned to find a kit left in their paws, surely they could take it in? They had taken in the blood of a traitor in not that long ago so this would make no difference in taking in a kit abandoned at their borders.
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"This is just disgusting, A mother abandoning her own child. A truly cruel one." A hiss sounded out, as the looming creature of a tom glided out of the marshy undergrowth. He swore under his breath as he approached the scene, concealed eyes studying the nameless kit that Jaggedpath had wrapped his tail around. He flicked a large ear, scrunching his nose up at the lingering kittypet scent.

He had heard the whining sound the little scrap made, his heart sunk. They were so.. small, tiny. His face curled into a frown at the pathetic sound, he despises when other cats abandon their young. He shakes his head from the thoughts.

"They're a tiny little scraplet, I agree that we should take them home.. I think she'll make a fine warrior when she's older." He agrees with Onyxpaw. His hidden gaze looked at the rest of the patrol, tail twitching. He turns his attention to Jaggedpath and the little scrap, clicking his tongue he slowly approaches closer tilting his head to the side. He softens, as he sweeps his elongated tail along the marshy ground. He wonders for a moment if all kittypets where like this.. abandoning their young ones. The patrol did find the kit, left on their doorstep they should take the kit back to camp.
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The foreign scents overpowered her tiny nose and she felt herself suddenly swept up in a tail, the faint furs tickling her nose. Was her mother back? Her tiny toes knead into the fur, her body attempting to power through purrs as they erupt in broken volumes. Her nuzzle digs into the fur and paws scrunch and relax as she looks for food in Jaggedpath's tail, determined to ail her rumbling stomach. The nameless child continues her rampage for a minute and is confused as why she hasn't found food, a soft whimper leaving her lips. Her fictional eyebrows furrow in annoyance, anger and hunger as she lets out the loudest cry she could muster.

"Mmhreow!" She mewls out, eventually attempting to bite into Jaggedpath's tail with her tiny mouth. Her muddy paws continue their endlessly biscuit making and her mouth full of full, awkwardly sucking on strands of fur. Huh? The child is confused as why her stomach was still growing angrily, and why she didn't feel anything besides the warmth of being coddled in a tail (not a stomach where she should be weaning). Tiny folded ears wiggle as her nose continues to search for food once more and there isn't any━ tears welding up in her eyes as loud mewling cries leave her tiny body.
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The patrol filed in after his call, several with their own opinions hot on their tongues. A mother so careless to leave her young unattended. A mother so cruel to throw her child to the whims of the marshes. A mother so damned to even throw the precious, defenseless life of one so young away. Snowpaw and Batchaser hold firm in their ways, and they may be correct to paint this mysterious molly for the carrion-hearted cat they've painted, but it's struck a chord.

A chord that snapped and twinged painfully in his chest. Jaggedpath frowned, facing the kit that now spread icky mouth-germs on the fluff of his fur and wordlessly babbled for something he could not provide. He wondered if he looked this way before his own mother left him behind.

"That's right. Little miss is comin' with us." And his rickety voice, normally jolting and bursting with a hidden laugh or excitable crack is now a raspy murmur. Jaggedpath leaned forward to quickly scruff the kit in his jaws, preparing to lead the patrol back to camp to showcase their new prize.
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  • ― (( jaggedpath )) fluffy white tom with black speckles on his muzzle and bright blue eyes
    ↳ shadowclan, warrior, cismale he/him
    ― easy to make friends with | bad at romance | good at teaching | bad with kits    ​
 
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