| Sprucekit |
Turned out the chocolate brown ball of fuzz did not have to sneak in the shadows to find out what had happened. Why there was such a heavy scent of blood in the air and so many injured cats. Angry was explaining it right away... or at least congratulating the ones that had left with her. Apparently there was a fourth
clan. ShadowClan. He'd heard of RiverClan - on multiple occasions, now that he thought about it - and WindClan, but never this other clan. Maybe they weren't as big as troublemakers as the other two? That made little sense, even to the three moon old kit. They had just attacked for... something.
As Angry continued speaking, his question was answered yet again. They wanted a place. Sunkissed Creek? Sounded pleasant enough, he guessed. There was also a threat to simply shred any of these ShadowClanners on sight.
Despite his lack of change in expression, Fudge couldn't help but gulp. He'd been on the other side of those borders before, and he had simply assumed once he'd crossed that these cats were welcoming and liked living in a big, happy family type place. Turns out, he had simply been lucky. These cats were just like the ones from the city. Willing to shred anyone they didn't deem as belonging.
Pulled out of his musings, Fudge's ears perked up - albeit some seconds after the fact - as his name was called. Or rather, as his
clan name was called. Had he done something? Was he being used as an example now on what to do to cats who didn't belong? Crud... he hadn't been paying attention. Maybe he should have.
Before he could start plotting an - unsuccessful - escape, the former kittypet noticed his... acquaintance - ? - Lamb among some kits that had been gathered at the bottom of the Stormcrest. Tilting his head in confusion for a moment, he blinked twice before it clicked. Right. That time they had helped find the... erm...
RiverClan stranger. The one that had totally existed. These were all the kits that had been there that day. They were becoming apprentices.
Reluctantly, Fudge got up, padding over to the group. Well... around the group. He was a few healthy mouse-tail length's away, but he was standing by the Stormcrest. That's what counted, right? Sitting down, the long furred kit wrapped his tail around himself, deadpanned emerald eyes staring up at the leader. Angry seemed less angry than usual, in any case. Maybe having yet another name change wouldn't be as terrible as he'd thought. Maybe. Unlikely, but a kit could dream.