Cold hard olive hues were narrowed with anger and annoyance as Donovan slunk through the territory. It was a lot colder and cloudier today than normal, for a green leaf day, and Donovan could sense rain on the wind. The end that was especially strong. Flattening his ears, the brown and tan tomcat pressed on. Even though he was only eleven moons, the tom had become a skilled fighter, and he constantly roamed the territory. Even outside of it on occasion. He just couldn't stay in one place for so long. He wanted to be out, and exploring. Because of that, he was mistaken for a loner by others multiple times, but he always returned to his home, his birthplace. The Dusk Syndicate. Donovan didn't know what he would do without his home. Plus, he wasn't the greatest hunter, but, it would be very easy for him to learn.

Lashing his tail in anger, Donovan sat behind a bush, digging his claws into the ground. He had been scolded once again for acting like a kit. He had only been having a little fun with Cassius, remaking an older fighter'snest, but adding a little tweak to it. It wasn't my fault that thorns pricked his skin. He's the one who has short fur! This was an interesting thing for Sonovanto say, as the young cat himself had short fur. What Donovan didn't find fair was that he had gotten in trouble, but not Cassius. Sure, his younger friend had been scolded as well, but he wasn't in big trouble. But Donovan got introuble all of the time. Soon enough, his anger would blow over.
And it was really soon, as the toms ears perked up as he heard a faint voice. That sounded like a cry for help.. Instantly forgetting his earlier anger, the Abyssinian leaped to his paws, lifting his nose in the air. Being an excellent tracker, and having a wonderful sense of smell, the tom picked out a smell from the other scents floating around him. It was the smell of a cat, a kit to be exact. Donovan could pick up that milky scent mingled with it. Donovan's eyes Edward as he processed this. He might be a fighter for the Dusk Syndicate, but he was no cold-hearted, emotionless cat. If you could deal with his endless pranks and troublemaking, then you would find that Donovan is actually one of the nicer cats in the Syndicate. And he knew that this kit deserved to live, not just die. He had to find it quick, especially in this wind. A smaller cat would be freezing, especially if they weren't the fluffiest kit. Like Donovan had been. Following his nose, Donovan traveled through the trees a little further before the scent became extremely strong. He was nose to nose with the roots of a large tree. "Wha-" Donovan was confused. Oh wait... He laughed to himself slightly, and stepped around the tree to the other side.

There, his olive hues spotted a small she-kit, curled up tight against the wind. Her sandy-colored fur looked ungroomed, and she looked very skinny. As anothe strong wind picked up, Donovan quickly curled himself around the kit. He had no idea how to take care of a kit, especially one this young. But he knew that she would most likely need food, and warmth. I... Should get her food, and then when she's eaten, take her back to camp.. Donovan wondered if she was old enough to eat solid foods. If not, then he had a major problem on his hands, as he was male. The young fighter licked the top of the sandy lots head, hoping to get her to trust him. If she did, she might talk, and Donovan might be able to help her. "It's okay, you're safe now. My name is Donovan, I'll take care of you. Don't be afraid." Now this was when you could truly see into this toms heart. How nice and caring he was. Donovan was a big sucker for kits, and he loved them with all of his heart. That's why most of his friends are younger than him, because they had become his friends when they were kits. Donovan could now smell a faint tang of.... Something on the kit. He had no idea what the clans were, so he wouldn't be able to recognize the smell. And that smell would most likely fade by the time they got back to camp.

Donovan curled tighter around her as she whimpered. He wished he could do more to help her, but he was honestly too young. Plus he was a tom, so... That complicated things a little bit. "I promise it'll be alright. Do you need any food? Can you eat solids yet?" Donovan had no idea what to do, but he wants to help this little kitten. To the best of his ability. "I think I should just take you to camp...." It was warmer there, and there were cats there who knew how to care for kits. Such as his own mother. Sure she was a bit cruel and stubborn, but like Donny, she had a soft spot for kits.

Gently picking the kit up by her scruff, Donovan proceeded towards the camp. He wanted to get there as soon as possible. He would not let this kit starve, or worse, die. His stomach turned inside out at the thought. If anything bad happened to this kit, Donovan knew that he would blame himself for it. He'd probably get blamed anyways though, with his reputation.

{Sorry it's a bit rushed and short, I kinda have a little writers block.}