Wandered In - Open

[amethysttiger]

Unnamed Kit ll Near Camp

((OOC: I don't like starting with OOCs, but I just want to say this is my first roleplay, so any tips/criticism would be helpful. ))

The moon old kit scrambled around the abandoned badger den on her stomach. It was growling loudly, but the kit had no way to satisfy her hunger. The dark gray tabby that had taken care of her had gone away before sunrise to hunt, like any day. However, unlike the other days, she did not come back at sunrise.
And sunrise was a very, very long time ago.
Not that the kit actually saw much of the sun; only from the yellow like streaming down from the opening of the den. The kit was not allowed outside the den, the only rule the queen enforced.
"There are dangerous things out there," the queen had told her many times; although the kit had not understood her words. However, by the queen's tone of voice, the kit knew not to go near the entrance of the den.
But surely the queen would make an exception just this once! The tabby had never been late, and the poor kit had no idea what else to do.
However, getting out of the den was a feat in itself. Many times the kit inched towards the entrance, only to run back and hide in their makeshift nest.
Finally, the kit crawled out of the den, only to be frightened back by a birdcall.
After many more tries like this, the kit finally wandered out of the den.
The sounds! The sights! The smells! The kit had never, or if she had she forgot, experienced anything like this! The sky was not a dark gray, but a glorious blue with whispy white fragments littered on it. Not to say the sight did not unnerve her; she was still not used to the sky being so...high. The birds frightened her very much though; every time she saw a crow or such, the kit leaped behind a rock or tree root. The bugs were curious too; the kit had never seen a butterfly before. However, she quickly ran away from that once she saw it could fly, just like a bird.
After an excruciating long time, the kit had not seen nor smelled the tabby queen and her stomach was growling even louder. But what was that? The kit raised her head some more. There were things over there, just out of her sight. She heard noises similar to the noises the queen made; and it smelled similar, but still different from the queen. The kit made up her mind; she crawled slowly over to the direction of the strange sounds.

[dandypandy12]

Tumbledown had just snapped the life out a particularly troublesome crow that had fought back till its last breath. She hated these kills that were messy and unclean and most of all difficult...

She scuffed the dirt and leaves over the crow and then, with great pride, sat down and licked her paw, swiping it across her face quickly. No time to waste there was more food to ca- THERE!

She slid into an easy hunters crouch, there was something small, small and strange coming towards her. She tensed, class sliding out to pounce....

LEAP!!!

She halted mid air and she slammed her leggs onto the ground.

It was a kit...

[Wargrace]

Cricketkit

Kits were supposed to stay in sight or tucked safely in dens, where no harm could come to them. Where no bird of prey could swoop down upon them, and no snake could slither around them. Safe. But he was never safe. Because being in sight of a warrior or hiding in a den couldn't promise him safety. It was by this logic, the scrawny tom-kit ventured off. Away from the main group, hunting out the shelter of a small bush. It was thick and prickly -- but there was a small opening he fit quite easily into. Surrounded. Safe. At ease. Well, almost at ease. Cricketkit was never what you call 'relaxed', afterall. On the contrary, the kit was.. nothing short of paranoid. Very paranoid for a two-moon-old, really. Most kits were busy playing, exploring, having fun -- he did none of that. Starclan forbid someone get dirt on him, or he step in something unfavorable. It would be the end of him. So, he isolated himself. Away from everything from kits to fullgrown cats.. to scary puddles of mud. Yeah, real normal. Not.

Shifting, the kit licked himself, rough tongue rubbing at a small patch of dirt over and over, a grimace crossing his muzzle every time; sort of like 'lick-eww-lick-eww'. Well, exactly like. Puff! Up went his grayscale pelt, ruffling in distaste at the dirt. "Ewww.. ewewew!" Some sort of whining sound, and the kit shifted, sitting upright, and lifting a paw to dig between the pads, a slight twitch given. "So much dirtttt.." More of the whining sound. Like some sort of distraught child carrying on over a lost toy. Ouch! A little too much wiggling about, and he bumped the prickly bush, chirruping in surprise. "Ow-ow!" Away he flung himself. Course, Cricketkit was far from graceful -- atleast not yet. He might've been when he grew a bit, but for now the kit was more than a little unsteady on his paws. So, into the opposite side of the prickly-bush he toppled, fur snagging on it. Chirrr..chirrr! With a distressed 'chirping' the kit pulled himself free and fled the bush, chirping sound turning into a kittish wail.

Out of the bush he fled further, finding a patch of moss and crouching there. "Ow.." Prickly thing in his fur! Pelt full of burrs? It horrified the kit. "Nnnn.." He shifted himself, and gave the area a lick. Ow, pricking his tongue, now, too! How to get them out? Cricketkit squirmed a bit, eyeing the round, spikey balls displeasedly. "I.. uhn."

[Firestar4ever]

Hailheart

Snorting, Hailheart lashed his bluish tail. He had successfully missed his catch. One of the only mice that he had seen around here in a long time. The brown creature had given him hope; hope for that maybe the prey was finally coming back after the earth quake. He licked at his muzzle, disappointed all the same. The mouse had squirmed from under his toes to head into a few bushes. Hailheart had spent awhile trying to find the hole with no avail. Sitting back again on his haunches, the migration leader decided he would be better off to go and find himself some prey elsewhere. Raising his muzzle, the Russian Blue took in the smells. His open jaw opened a bit wider. What was a kit doing out here in the woods near the mountain?

Scrambling up, Hailheart turned towards the direction. He kept his jaws parted, the scents flooding in and also through his nostrils. This was weird, weird beyond weird even. He then began to push past the bushes, ears pricked for any signs of the kitten. He could tell by her scent that it was a female. But what was she doing out here alone? Was it a kit from another Clan? Or was it a loner’s that had been killed by the quake? He shivered at the thought. Hailheart couldn’t bear the thought that the kitten was exactly like him. He stopped for a few moments again, breathing. He was closer, and he knew he was going to have to be precautious. Taking a few more steps seemed like a thousand in his slow demeanor before he stepped through a bush.

Right where his next paw step was going to land was a brown speck of a kit. Hailheart probably frightened her as much as she had frightened the migration leader! Letting his neck fur lay flat, he let out a quick breath of air. How could he have been so stupid? He was representing ReedClan now! He couldn’t act like a frightened kit! Lowering himself closer to the ground, the Russian Blue flicked his whiskers. Was she frozen in fright? He thought so. Then he finally noticed Tumbledown near himself. Geesh! What else could creep up on him?

[Iva]

Bluekit

The grass was Bluekit’s playground, when Mommy wasn’t around. Sadly, Mommy had gone off somewhere, and the grass had seized to amuse. Panic. It had been his first reaction. Where was the warrior in whom he had been adopted..? Out of sight, no doubt. Maybe he wasn’t, but just not in flee-to-range? Maybe even somewhere, watching..? Regardless, the two moon old, not terribly developed kit concluded this meant he wasn’t there. Horrifying. “Meeoowww. Meeowww?” Panic, it had set in, and gone wild. Surprisngly agile and fast on his feet, in a matter of moments the kit was gone- bolting about frantically, small paws hitting the dirt over and over, and not appearing to stop. “Meeooooww!” Ohno, oh no! Mommy was gone! Where was Mommy..?

Oof! As suddenly as he had started running, he stopped. Not un purpose. In his frantic fleeing, he had hit something.. Or..Someone. A large she-cat, who, unannounced to him, had just taken down a crow. He stared in horror, large green eyes as large as disks. Was this a good cat..? No doubt it was, for, at this age, he didn’t really know what a bad cat was. Cats were good, preditors were bad..Of course, he probably wouldn’t be able to recognize one of those, either, until they attempted to attack. How had he survived out in the wastes before Raccoonheart had found him, furthermore, in good condition? It, like a lot else about the scentless grey kit..Was a mistery.

“Meow?” Unknowing of the other kit, or, unfocused on them, he took a pawstep back; eyeing Tumble with that same kit intensity, eyes a little too big for his face. Ears, too..All of which was pointed on the warrior, as if he was curious and about to ask a question. Well..He was curious, but he really wasn’t about to ask a question.. He didn’t know how. You’re not Mommy. Do you know where Mommy is..? Lost in translation. Lost in his head..He didn’t even mew. Just stared intensely. Others around..? For now..He was blinded.

[amethysttiger]

BOOM.
There. The kits worst fears materialized in front of her, seemingly dropped out of the sky. A large, brown thing had landed in front of her, with a larger, blue thing. The creatures towered over her, and even though they definitely weren't as big as the gray tabby or the den (although the blue one was bigger than the queen), these facts did not register in the kit's mind.
The one that did register? Run
Her fur automatically fluffing out so she resembled a pinecone, the kit sprinted away as fast as she could. Which is to say, not very fast at all. Her short, stubby legs and her uncoordinated gait did not carry her very well. However, the kit considered herself going extremely fast and was glad that the big monsters did not eat her yet. Like those funny little creatures that could fly. They would definitely eat her.
Not really watching where she was going, the kit tumbled over and fell down. She looked up and saw another creature; who was considerably smaller than the brown one. It was white and gray, although a lighter gray than the tabby queen. However, it was covered with brown spiky stuff, which made the creature look larger, and more dangerous.
The kit scrabbled up and scampered in the other direction. She should have listened to the queen. She should have never left the den.

[dandypandy12]

Tumbledown's fur fluffed up in surprise. A kittens wide eyes stared up at her in a language that every cat knows. Words weren't needed for a kit to ask things, half the time they didn't know enough words to ask anyway.

She crouched down, bringing her face close to the kits small, wide eyes and she blinked, slowly and serenely.

"kit...?" she asked... But she didn't need any more words. As she looked at this tiny bundle all other important thought fell out of her head.

The clans loss, hunger, thirst. At this moment nothing matter but his kit in need for help.

"don't worry... It's safe here... I- er... Are you okay?"

[amethysttiger]

It made noises! The noises were similar to the noises of the tabby queen, but this one's voice was higher. However, she did recognize one word, a word the queen repeated often.
Safe
Safe? Safe was good. Safe was the den. Did she know where the den was?
One word did not guarantee trust though. The kit scrambled under an upturned rock and stared at the other creature with wide eyes; although the kit was slowly registering it as a cat in her mind. It made the same noises as the queen. It looked similar in shape, but with drastically different colors and size.
But she did say safe...
Hmmm. Maybe.
Nah. She was staying under this rock. The kit closed her eyes. If she couldn't see them, they couldn't see her! Perfect!

[Wargrace]

No one was around.

And then suddenly, everyone was around.

What the...? Green eyes wide, the kit stilled entirely, giving a meek, near-inaudible 'chirp'. Abruptly, there was another kit, not all that intimidating -- it hadn't come too close to him. It didn't startle him that much; and then.. a brown thing flying into sight. A warrior; a Reedclan warrior. He didn't know her my name, but she almost pounced the kit.. and sent it fleeing in fear. And then another cat -- the Reedclan migration leader. And another.. the blue-toned kit. Where had they all come from so fast? Cricketkit wasn't sure. They all arrived too fast for him to figure it out, so.. he pressed himself down into the pile of moss, eyeing them. Burrs? Momentarily forgot. Then remembered, head turning to pull one that happened to be jabbing his side uncomfortably out quickly, before refocusing his stare on the others.

Maybe if he was quiet, he'd go unnoticed? Unfortunately, he couldn't stop the chirpish sound -- it came a couple more times at all the abrupt movements. The younger kit 'darting' about, the warriors.. and then the blue kit's meowing. Ears falling back, the Reedclan kit gave a short snorting, trying to decide what to do. Out came another burr hurriedly, least they do something particularly horrific while his head was turned! "..Nn. Somany.." Maybe he should've went back in the prickly bush? But.. his fur! He really, really didn't want it full of the pricklies. They were bad. So what to do? Cricketkit decided on staring at each cat vigilantly. Waiting to see what they did. The one kit, the she-kit was a stranger; she seemed scared, too. Maybe.. since she was a stranger, they'd all focus on her and ignore him? He was in their clan, afterall. No need to investigate him! Decidedly, he tried to force his chirpy sound into silence, and watch. Chrr. Yeah.. not working. Well, the scrawny grayscale kit would try, anyway.

[amethysttiger]

((Tell me if I'm not allowed to do this or not, but I just want to remind everyone to post. Unnamed Kit can't do much right now, so someone else should post))

[dandypandy12]

Tumbledown wasn't stupid, she could hear he small rustling that she has so almost mistake for prey. She remembered being a kit and both the fear and awe, hhough she never got very far from the nest her self.

Not quite knowing what to do she crouched low and said in a voice that was as calm, quite and motherly as she could make it.

"it's okay... Um, it's safe to come out now.. I er, there's nothing bad here!"

Tumbledown was afraid.

Afraid that the small helpless kits would take fright and run, run into danger.

And if she knew one thing it was that she WOULD NOT let these kits be harmed.

[amethysttiger]

Ok, she didn't hear anything out there, maybe it was safe to-OH NO THEY'RE STILL HERE.
But they didn't eat her yet, so they must be ok...right? They had many chances, and the kit was revising her definition of her own species to include these large creatures. Slowly, the kit crawled out of the hole and creeped over to the large orange one; the one who spoke.

[dandypandy12]

Tumbledown crouched and she pressed her chin the he dusty floor.

"kittens? Where are your parents?"

She sniffed the new kittens scent, it wasn't a known scent and it was strange, he usual scent of milk was strange and... What was it?

[amethysttiger]

((Question: Who is Tumbledown talking to?))

[dandypandy12]

(opps!!! so sorry! i will repost )

Tumbledown crouched and she pressed her chin the he dusty floor, her eyes flicking from kit to kit. It was this strange kit that fascinated her the most, it most certainly WASNT clan cat!

"kittens? Where are your parents?" she directed thee question to all of the cats but her eyes still rested on the tiny, frail dusty brown kit.

It looked so small, so frail, so ill... SHe wanted to help it.