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Originally Posted by Larkstripe
Nameless shifted anxiously, trembling, his mismatched eyes wide and guileless. He paused to consider the warrior’s offer—he was young, and unsocialized but he was no fool. He knew now that the brisk air and lack of food would kill him before this cat even considered it. He nodded slowly, stiffly, and allowed the warrior to lend his aid. The tips of his ears were pale from poor circulation, and the wound over his hip looked painful and inhibiting.
“I...only live...” he looked up to the pine fronds above them, “In the...trees...but...I came down, and there was a fox...” he looked to the wound, likely a few days old, “Now I cannot...climb.” He confessed.
He seemed to relax some, convinced that Fallenheart didn’t have malicious intentions.
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Fallenheart inched closer at the kitten's acceptance, and he carefully rested his tail around the smaller feline to keep him warm. It wasn't much, but it was a start. His gaze rested on the wound as the kitten spoke, a concerned frown tugging down on his maw. He despised foxes. They caused the death of one of his siblings; of four, only the warrior still persisted in the living realm.
"If you come with me," the ghost tabby murmured,
"I know a cat who could you. If you want, you could come and live with my clan. Most ShadowClanners are kind, despite our misleading names, and I think you would fit in." Because the nameless kitten could hunt so well, hide so well. His fear of others would need to be remedied, but they could work on that slowly.
"Or, I could bring the cat here, and once that bite is all better, you could could keep on living alone. Leaf-bare is approaching, but I won't stop you. As long as you're confident that you'll survive." Fallenheart smiled softly at the kitten.
"It's your choice. You don't have to make the decision now, but do think about it." The young feline, quiet as a whisper, managing to avoid patrols of the best trackers alone. If he joined, Fallenheart had half a mind of calling him Whisperkit—not for his lack of communication, but for his style of hushed hunting and traveling.