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Bluekit laid helplessly in the cold of the morning. Bluekit had been dumped by her two-leg out into SwiftClan's Territory. She was three moons old and had sent the last three with her WaterClan turned kitty- pet parents. She had been fed and then was taken away and left to the elements. Bluekit grew cold as the morning winds began to blow and she was slowly getting hungry again.
A few hours passed by and she let out a cry of hunger. She rose to her paws and began to wobble her way further into SwiftClan's territory, hoping to find someone to help her. Someone who could give her a home.
Brownie had just finished her walk with Heathersong and she felt content. The walk had relaxed her, but this was the longest she had been away from her daughter before. She could only imagine how much Nib was missing her, and a flicker of anxiety peaked in her chest. It was time to hurry back.
The queen quickened her pace. She had split off from the other queen, going a different direction. Now she was trying to remember the way back to the camp. They hadn't gone very far in her mind, but she wasn't used to this territory yet. Off in the distance, Brownie could hear something shifting around. She stopped for a moment, suddenly worried that she was being followed. The wind picked up and she gave a small shiver.
The brown she-cat was about to begin walking again when the wind carried to her two things: a scent and a sound. Her heart froze. She was a mother. She would know that sound anywhere. A hungry kit.
Brownie whipped her head around toward the direction of the sound, straining to hear anything else. There were small rustles. She opened her mouth, taking in the scent. It was weak - as weak as a mouse, perhaps. A full grown cat wouldn't put it off. Brownie was intelligent and thought it over for a moment. There could be a kitten and a mother somewhere out here making their way to SwiftClan. More and more cats were joining the clan, so that wouldn't be strange. But she didn't smell multiple cats. She scented one. And that could mean very little.
Brownie pictured little Nib at home in the nursery with the other kits and queens. She joined a clan so the two of them would be safe. She had to trust the clan to watch her kit for just a little longer, because there was no way she would leave another kit out here in the wilderness by itself. Taking off in a full sprint, she raced in the direction of the cry, following the weak scent as hungrily as a starving cat.
And - there! A tiny blue kitten on shaking legs. Brownie paused for a moment, not wanting to scare the small kit. "Hello?" she called out gently, padding as slowly as possible toward the little one. "My name is Brownie. Is your mother around?"
Bluekit sniffed the air smelling a strange scent coming towards her. She stopped and lowered herself to the ground and waited to see if it was someone to run from or not. She scented the air more and watched as an older she-cat came into view. She looked at her curiously, smelling the strange scent coming from her. "I am Blue." She told her and then lowered her head towards the ground at the mention of her mother. "She is an Ex-WaterClan cat turned kitty-pet, living with them. After I spent the first 3 moons with them. Once I turned 3 moons, the two-leg picked me up and dumped me out here. I spent a few hours out here I grew hungry and began to look around for someone to help me and here you are."
Brownie felt two things at once: stunned and incredibly angry. She and Nib at also been abandoned by their twoleg, and she had lost her other kit because of it. The hurt festered inside her heart. It was a wound that she was afraid might never heal. But at least her kits had had a chance. This one wasn't even left with a mother. The nerve of that twoleg!
With a small cry, the queen rushed toward the kitten, no longer worried about frightening her. Brownie pressed her fur against Blue and began licking rough licks on her flank, attempting to bring some warmth into the kitten. She was surely hungry and needed to go back to the camp, and Brownie felt relieved that whatever scent she might have given off hadn't unsettled Blue.
After a short moment of licking, the she-cat spoke again. "You've been so brave out here by yourself. Would you like to come home with me? I have a little kit of my own. I bet she would love to meet you, and it's so warm back in our den! We can get you some food there." Three moons was old enough to no longer need milk, and Brownie was sure that in this strange new clan she had joined, no cat would care that there was one new tiny mouth to feed.
She said in-between purrs, as she felt the she-cat's tongue run across her pelt, warming her up. She soon felt herself getting sleepy and her belly rumbled loudly to announce to her that she was still hungry and needed to eat. She let out a sigh and looked up at the Queen.
Brownie paused the administration of her warming bath as she heard the kit's stomach grumble.
"Well, we just go this direction," Brownie said, pointing her tail the direction she supposed the camp should be. She had been briefly confused about the correct way earlier, but she knew the general direction enough for her to pick up the camp's scent when she got close enough. The brown queen looked back down at Blue and asked kindly, "Can you walk the whole way or should I carry you?"
She said with her head up high, her eyes bright with determination. The promise of food made her paws fill up with energy and she took off after the Queen with a smile on her face.
Brownie was amused by Blue's confidence and bravery. She kept her pace slow so the tiny legs of the kit could keep up with her longer stride. Surreptitiously, the queen glanced behind her, checking to see how Blue was faring. The distance to the camp couldn't be too far, but the going was much slower now. Brownie tried to make conversation as they went along. "Do you find it scary out here in the wild?"
