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The small tom crouched beside his sister, resting in a hollow made by an oak's roots. His green eyes glinted feverishly in the shadows, and he hoped Thorn couldn't notice how weak he was beginning to fall. It had been a few days since their mother disappeared, and for this last stretch of their journey they had had to fill their stomachs with water and small things here and there they were able to find - and it was beginning to take its toll on the frail tom. However, something in Moth's chest told him they were so close to Fallclan. They had traveled underneath trees so big he couldn't even see their tops, their paws crunching on small patches of snow still remnant from the winter season. Surely this was the land their mother had told them stories of?
Moth's large ears flicked towards the entrance of their hideaway. "Thorn... I think I hear someone...!" He breathed, body tense with a sudden flood of excitement. Hardly daring to breathe, the small kit waited, hoping to hear it again... "I think I heard... Pawsteps."
The entire journey, Thorn had barely taken her eyes off of her brother, only looking away to check their surroundings and make sure she wouldn't walk into a tree. He was weak, she knew, and although he insisted on pushing through, she couldn't help but be worried. Any slip up that he would make, she would jump at the opportunity to force him to rest. He needed actual food, not just the scraps they barely managed to find. She had been used to this type of life before meeting Moth and his mother, but it was so much different now that she had someone she cared about.
At Moth's words, she flicked a nicked ear, waiting until she heard the soft crack of a stick. Instinct made her push her small brother down, standing over him with her taller frame. Her heart was pounding in her chest, though she forced her breathing to be slow. If it was someone that wanted to cause harm to them, she would use herself as a distraction so Moth could get away. She would get him to the safety of Fallclan, and she didn't fully care what happened to her in the process. "Stay quiet," she murmured, her voice just barely audible.
[ Apologies if they're not quite in Fallclan yet or if I am intruding. ]
Liquidnight moved quickly through the territory, pelt dancing as the shadows of the trees fell across it and fled alongside it just as fast. Her eyes were focused on her paws as she watched to make sure she wasn't going to trip on any of the impressive root networks of the great Fallclan trees. Realistically she would have preferred to not be out at all, but training Lorepaw meant less time for time to herself. And she could never quite hunt as much as she would like to, focused on teaching her apprentice. Which left her hunting after she was done with him for the day or while he was off doing other odd assignments she handed out to him.
It wasn't the scent of prey that drew her towards the border though, it was instead the scent of strangers. Strangers that carried the soft milk scent of kits, though it was faint; possible due to age or some other factor. She slowed as she got closer peering around the undergrowth until her eyes got caught onto the two young cats. Tilting her head she considered the littler one shoved to the ground and the taller one standing above them. She couldn't quite think of anything to say in the face of them, never having been a kit person to begin with and definitely not equipped to handle what some might call refugees.
"How.. old are you?" She finally asked. All young cats looked like babies to her, even Lorepaw at times made her think of kits in the nursery and he was probably one of the most mature apprentices in his den.
The first thing that came to Moth’s mind was the picture of a great Fallclan warrior, but upon hearing his sister’s thunderous heartbeat, he came to realize what else those pawsteps could represent. There were many things bigger and hungrier than them in the forest, and if he did anything rash in his optimistic excitement it would cost not only his own life, but for sure that of Thorn as well. Suddenly awash with shame, Moth allowed himself to be pressed down protectively in their hideaway, his own ears perked and sensitive for any noise.
And suddenly, there she was. The young tom’s mouth gaped open at the sight of the she-cat. Strong, light on her paws, and with the fresh scent of the mountains clinging to her pelt – this must be a warrior! He blinked owlishly at her first words, feeling a hum of nervous excitement in his weak limbs. “Are you a Fallclan warrior?” Moth blurted, pushing slightly against his sister, wanting to be in a more dignified position to talk to this cat. “Wait - I’m four moons and Thorn is a lil older than me. Do you live here? Did we find Fallclan?” The words bubbled from his mouth and he had to force himself to stop, slapping his own tail over his muzzle before Thorn could, glancing up at his sister. Was she as excited as he was?
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Post by simplylight on Apr 11, 2020 22:35:49 GMT -5
"What's goin- oh."
Caverncrystal padded up behind Liquidnight, a confused look in his bright blue eyes. He listened quietly as Moth explained who they were and how old they were. He had to admit, it was quite adorable... This wasn't the first time kits showed up along the border. It broke his heart to see such young cats all alone. He was fortunate that Calamitystar had taken him and his siblings in after the Waterclan flood. Otherwise, they would have ended up like these two.
As soon as she could pinpoint the direction of the pawsteps, Thorn's gaze snapped over to meet that of the warrior. Her body tensed, readying herself to flee if need be, but as Liquidnight spoke, she switched from flight or fight to just plain wariness. She didn't know who this cat was, so she shouldn't answer. And she was about to say as much when Moth spoke up. She refused to budge against his soft push, instead focusing on the she-cat in front of them, then on the newcomer. Were these truly Fallclan warriors? They certainly looked strong and capable, unlike how she felt. If it came to a fight, she wasn't sure if she would be able to protect Moth from these two.
Feeling her brothers gaze on her, she finally looked down at him, feeling a bit of her wariness fall away at the excitement in his eyes, and she allowed herself a smile. If these were Fallclan warriors, he would be safe here. "Who are you?" she asked, turning her gaze back to the pair.
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