[Captain]

@Panic! (at the Disco)

The tan-furred warrior said nothing and seemed to make no sound as he reluctantly stepped through his clan camp’s entrance, walking into the spacious clearing as the sound of his own beating heart and the gentle mewling of a small kitten was the only thing that Hawkfeather now heard. The shekit, who was probably only about two or three moons old, dangled in his jaws as he held it with such softened care as she swung from side to side, her tiny paws swiping in the air as if she was reaching out for something. He still did not know what to do right now and honestly, that thought alone terrified him - what would his clanmates think? What would his friends think? What would Caracalspirit think of him? The male was just supposed to go out for a morning hunting trip like he did almost every morning and yet, instead of a piece of prey to feed his clan, Hawkfeather was returning with a small kitten that he found among some bushes out in the open moor among her cold and unmoving littermates. If he had just gotten there a bit sooner without any hesitation, would he have been able to save more than just one of them? Was this partially his fault for acting with such pensive movements and not just springing forth without any time to think? His paws seemed to shake at these doubting thoughts that drifted through his mind and he could feel his claws sink into the loose dirt underneath him, but he needed to be strong - like any warrior would be. What would be the best line of action now for him at this very moment in time? His amber-hued gaze shifted around the dens of Windclan’s camp, wondering if he should take the kit to the nursery or maybe the leader’s den even, tell Blazingstar of his discovery - no, that was too drastic for this thing or was it? He wasn’t sure. His beloved mate, Caracalspirit, came to mind. Maybe she would know what to do, being much wiser about things than he ever would be. They didn’t have kittens, not yet, and he had hesitated in asking her about it after not really knowing about how to be a father or if she even wanted young ones between them. He shook his head, knowing that he was putting way too much thought into this, but the high-pitched squeal of the shekit in his jaws seemed to shock his head back to the present as he remembered that he had a living creature in his grasp. A lump grew in his throat now, had he been too rough with her? In an act of worry, the warrior quickly went over to a spot on the edge of camp and laid down, resting the shekit between his paws ever so slowly, his tail lashing behind him with anxious movements. The shekit mewed and squirmed around, burying her tiny muzzle into his chest fur, catching Hawkfeather by surprise as she gave a soft, almost inaudible purr as she warmed herself against him. He silently turned his head upwards to the sky as he silently pleaded to Starclan for help with this, he did not want to do the wrong thing or harm this kitten - he knew not how to handle this.