[Momotaro]

Originally Posted by Spirit

A small squeak was to be heard in the territory. A tiny, black kit was wandering around, coughing greatly, which has caused the squeak. This tiny, sick ball of fur went by the name of Runt, however, he did not like the name. He had been abandoned two days ago, by his rogue family. Sister and brother had been playing around with a leaf. The wind had taken it, and they'd sent Runt off to fetch it. When he had proudly returned with the leaf in his jaws, proud that he had finally been to use, they'd gone. Mother and father had hurried them along, and left the Runt of the litter in the forest to tend to himself. Runt was no more that three moons old, and close to starving to death, if not his cough got him first.
Runt had tried to survive on his own. Oh, he really had. He'd found a river and tried to drink from it, but had fallen into it instead. The stream had lead him to the other bank, and he had unknowingly crossed from RiverClan territory into ThunderClan.
Runt had heard stories from Father. Stories of big, scary and dangerous clan cats. He was terrified to meet one, and was on the way to accept that he would most likely perish in this forest. Too young to catch his own prey, and too aware that some berries could kill him instantly, he had not eaten for two days straight. And it wasn't like his family had fed him well, either. He had always gotten the smallest prey they had caught.
With shaking limbs, this cat now went through ThunderClan territory, unknowing that he was indeed not far from the clan's camp, but far enough not to smell the big amount of cats in the camp.
Taking one last step, Runt decided he'd walked enough for today, and collapsed with a hoarse cough. He'd coughed up blood before, and were scared it would happen again. Luckily, this time it was just a fit. But it was hard to him. Shakes went through his body at each cough. The little furball were certain this would be his end. He did not even heard sound of paw steps approaching. The sound of his coughs blocked out any other.

(For @The Eye Of The Storm And @Pathos Take your time, no stress ^^ )

Wheatfur padded through the bushes, his violet eyes analysing his surroundings, despite him being a medicine cat, he still enjoyed participating in warrior duties. He sniffed the air, letting the scents come to him. He noticed a foreign scent....... Rogue The tom raced to the area the trail led him to, despite being a medicine-cat, he was still a formidable opponent. "Who are you?" Though the answer was right in front of him. and then the tom scented harder. A kit! A kit in the territory, on their own!?He grabbed the prey he had caught, and ran over to the small, Mal-nourished kit. "Don't worry little one. Your safe now." He stopped to think. Ok, what did mother do when I was a kit.... Licks, I need to warm him up... he waited for the tiny tom to respond, as he did not want to scare him.

{ Sorry this is a quite short, I didn't know what to put }