[taillow]

Wingkit
He/him | 5 moons | No purrks

Entering the RiverClan territory, Wingkit tried to ignore how the biting cold nipped at his paws and turns his whiskers to practical icicles. Yellow-blue eyes narrowed against the gathering dark as his nose twitched, trying to pick up the scent that Rushwater talked about. He smelled the crisp air and the fishy smell that made up most of RiverClan. Underneath all of that though was something familiar... something that reminded him of safety. The first few moons of his life wrapped up with his dad, and brother...

"Honeys... It's gots to be him!" That was all the confirmation he needed as the tom took off through the forest, ignoring the way his lungs burned with each frosty inhale of the leaf-bare air. His eyes stung but he pressed onwards. "HONEYS??? HONEYS WHERE ARE YOUS???" His yowl echoed in the dark forest around him as little paws scrambled this way, then that.

The further he ran into the territory the more things looked.... confusing. There were so many scents and sights and sounds that Wing eventually stopped and spun around in circles. No tears came but his sides were heaving, eyes wild and crazed with desperation to find his brother. Not ignored however was the anger that was steadily rising. Watching the burial party come back, watching his stupid aunt and her stupid deputy and all of those stupid warriors come back and not even seeming to care that his brother was missing after burying their dad made his head hurt. He wanted to claw them, yell at them, demand they come searching too. But he had remained quiet instead, a silent seething ball of anger until he couldn't contain it anymore and had enlisted Rushwater instead.

"IF HES DEAD I'M GONNA... I'M GONNA..." Wing wasn't sure what he was saying because now there was this rising wave of blackness that was narrowing his vision. He hated the way his throat felt now and tried to shake his head. A wheeze left him as Wingkit coughed, trembles passing through his body. "Where is he?? Where?? I can't- I can't smells him!!" Forgetting for a moment he was suppose to be this stoic almost-apprentice, the young kit turned to look for Rushwater, wanting the steadiness he felt from the older cat.

[ @redshiftreign - clarice said that we could find honey under a bush, so feel free to have rush take over and find honey in your next post if you want! if not i can have wing find him in mine ]