[Alphafury]

Originally Posted by Hexict

Looking over the kit, Mistfall still wondered again where she came from. She couldn't smell anything on the kit, but that may mean nothing. The loner could easily belong to a clan and the warrior could miss the scent. As the days got colder, frost returned and killed off some scents, plus the water may not help identify her origins. With an inward sign, she pushed these worries to the back of her head. Worry about helping the kit first - get her help and make sure that she doesn't get sick. That's what matters right now, the molly informed herself, aware that they wouldn't be able to figure out where the kit came from tonight. But there was another question that burned itself into her mind:

Why had she been travelling until she collapsed?

Surely wherever she comes from, she had someone to care for her. Someone who would not let the kit travel by themselves and to such a distance. Unless something happened... swallowing, the grey and white feline tried not to think about that right now. She was clearly relieved that the kit was willing to come to the camp. If the kit had refused, Mistfall would have more than likely forcible brought the kit to Juniperpaw's den anyway, just to be safe - and because she couldn't leave a kit behinds, especially in these circumstances. "I'll bring you to a cat that I know. She helps cats get better if they are hurt or sick. It's not too far away," the warrior began to turn back in the direction in order to lead the kit back to camp. Upon doing so, she quickly turned towards the kit again. Away that the loner was weak, exhausted, shivering, and freezing, Mistfall knew she may have to carry her back. "Hole on," she murmured as she picked her up and headed in the direction of help for the kit, pray the small feline wasn't turned away.

The small kit did little to resist, she was far too tired to,also why would she? what else could she do even if she did? She just stared at the ground below her trying to recollect what happened to her before-hand but seemed to have no luck as everything else before running into the clan cat was vague, fuzzy and dream like as if she had been wandering for a long time but how long? she didn't know. all she knew was that her fate was now in this unknown she-cat and the others she spoke of. She closed her murky teal eyes briefly as she finally able to rest some-what while she pressed her limbs against her figure as she dangled from the mollies jaws and took in the cold dampness of her slick pelt against her limbs and pads which made her shudder slightly.