Gravehound padded through the territory, silent as a ghost. The mute cat generally went through life being as loud as possible, hard steps and marching and what little exclamations his warped throat could produce making up for the lack of everything else. A desperate bid to be noticed, to not be forgotten, to make sure he wouldnt fade away even among the others in his clan. But here he was different. Out alone amongst the trees, alone and on the hunt, he lived up to his name. A hunting dog as quiet as the grave.
Perhaps earlier when he set out he'd planned to be hunting prey, but the plan had changed when he found the blood. A drop of blood and the smell of cat at the border, and now he was hunting cat. But as he followed the vague scent trail his dogged determination waned and turned to horrified concern. This was a kit by the vague milky tinge to the scent and a terrified one to boot from the sour undercurrent. And then there was the blood... What had happened to this child to cause this, and who could be heartless enough to do it. He, he needed to find that child to take them somewhere safe, Gravehound didnt care if they had a home before this is couldn't be one that deserved them.
Then he found the tag. There, there was so much blood surrounding the branch and the warriors blood went cold with terror at what must've occurred here. At least he knew who was responsible for this now, twolegs, but it hardly soothed him now that he knew he couldnt pay the kits tormenters back in kind for their misdeeds. It was time to find the kit, now, no more delays.
The quiet cry broke the toms heart as he peered around a tree to spot the little grey thing curled against a tree. Stepping harder and more audibly so he didnt startle the little thing Gravehound stepped out from around the tree trying his best to be as non threatening as possible. He approached slowly giving a soft hesitant smile to the kit as he reached out a soft paw in offering, unwilling to push his presence on one hurt so badly. The warrior knew better than most there was no helping someone if they didn't want to be helped and it would be the childs decision if he wanted to put his trust in a warrior he'd never met before. Gravehound could make the decision easier for him though. The warrior was already fairly soft looking, long fur and curled back ears giving him an almost teddy bearish appearance but the kind grin and small vibrations from his silent purr shaking his whiskers only made him look more so. He couldnt reassure the kit in any way they'd understand but he partially flopped over, exposing a soft side for the little thing to curl into if he was brave enough to accept the offered paw, waiting patiently for a response.
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