Specklekit turned to look curiously at Mistkit. "Hi! I'm Specklekit! Mistkit, right?" she inquired, feeling the kit's face was somewhat familiar.
She pauses for a moment before nodding. "You are correct. I am Mistkit." She mews, slightly surprised at Specklekit's... Kindness. No one was ever so happy to speak with her.
Moorkit walks into the camp, looking around she sees the leader of the camp TwilightStar, running over to her panting and exhausted, she manages to blurt out "I'm.....sorry......wandered.......away from camp........took nap on a sunlit rock......."
Pigeonear’s ears flicked up as she saw her son’s familiar gray pelt come streaking across the moor towards her. Despite her upset at having to go through this process at all, she let out a chirp of happiness and shuffled forwards to meet him as fast as her creaky joints would allow her. “First off, I’m fine, kiddo, you don’t need to worry over me,” She meowed, slightly hoarsely, “I was going hunting, trying to brush up on my moves. And, well,” Her pelt burned, she hated having to even admit to it, “I got a little turned around,” She pushed the thrush forwards toward her son, “I caught a mouse, ate it, and brought back this thrush. I’m so sorry if I worried you, honey.”
She curled her tail over her son’s back, hoping he wouldn’t be adverse to it.
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She pauses for a moment before nodding. "You are correct. I am Mistkit." She mews, slightly surprised at Specklekit's... Kindness. No one was ever so happy to speak with her.
Specklekit nodded. As she had thought. "So Mistkit, wanna know what I did the other day?" she asked enthusiastically.
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Cowtuft stayed quiet as his clanmates gathered to pay their respects. His ears perking up as a small kit stepped forward towards him, looking up with golden hues. His eyes widened for a moment, stars, he hadn't wanted the young ones to witness this. (While it was a part of life, .. he only wished they could stay ignorant as long as possible. )
His expression soften and he spoke in a hoarse voice, "Yes... Kitefly will be .. very happy in Starclan... they will be able to hunt endlessly.. and reunite with their ancestors... they will have peace and rest.. " He murmured, keeping his tone low enough that only Shadekit would possibly hear. Cowtuft would attempt to offer comfort by brushing his feathery tail against the little one's hindleg, a low rumbling coming from his throat.
His head jerked towards the sound of another voice as Lightningkit approached and Cowtuft found himself squinting before his shoulders relaxed. It was the two ginger points present on her face and her slightly higher pitched voice that gave rang to her true identity. His eyes watered with sympathy, oh, she's already seen so many fallen clanmates. Yet here she was, comforting another kit. He slowly blinked at her with gratitude. She was right.
Cowtuft would have to take the lead in this, once more, he would put his clanmate to rest. He shakily rose to his paws, stepping away from the two kits and Kitefly. He took the time to let his gaze linger on everyone gathered, attempting to meet their gaze. Once more, he did not speak - could not bring himself to use gestures with the low probability of anyone truly understanding him, at least in this moment. He nodded and felt as if that was enough. It was time.
(He caught onto a smaller cat sobbing quietly into the chest of an older, and he briefly stilled, wishing he could do something to help but felt unable to do anything. His gaze lingered until the older directed the younger one away from their fallen clanmate. )
Cowtuft would carefully place Kitefly onto his back, and with a tail high up in the air, would begin to walk towards Juniper's Rest. Those who wished to say their final words or help was to come with him. Maybe it was the silence that said all he needed.
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Lynxyowl got up. She wanted to attend the burial of Kitefly. She didn’t know them that much, but it was still a life lost.
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Birchwhisker dragged her old self to the Breezerock, sitting down so her bones would creak no more. What exactly would be going on now? Her eyes had been focused on her paws, but she turned her blue gaze up at Twilightstar now. Hopefully, it was something good. She would like some nice, joyous news to finish off leafbare. It just felt right to Birchwhisker.
Would she ever stop being a mother? Already, her gaze was pulling away from her leader to look around the clearing for Willowcloud. Her little sapling. Her grandkits (Great cats, was she really that old already?) wouldn't be out here, though. At least, they shouldn't be...but Birchwhisker could see some kits walking to the Breezerock anyways. Sure, they weren't old enough to run the moors, but could the elder really blame them? She could remember how curious she had been as a kit, eager to weasel her way into meetings to see what was going on. Her mother had always been the type to hole her up in the nursery during the meetings, but Birchwhisker would always find her way.
Either way, the once-mother found herself smiling faintly. No, she didn't mind the kits being there. They were just an added joy. But that had been enough reminiscing for the moment. Birchwhisker was sure she'd get the time to look back on her life while she rotted away in the elder's den. From now on, she'd do her best to give Twilightstar her undivided attention.
A pink tongue swiped over his tricolor fur. The senior warrior sat in the far reaches of the clearing, out of the way of his clanmates. Still, his ears listened for any danger or disruption in camp. Though it was neither that caught his attention. It was nothing but a glimpse of a black and white pelt that caught his eye. He must be dishing out patrols. With that realization Elkhowl rose to his feet, padding over to the Medicine cat. He wasn't doing anything, might as well collect some herbs.
He gave a simple nod to Cowtuft, his mouth suddenly drying out as he tried to speak. Instead, he just awkwardly turned to find Creepercall. Burnet, I don't think I know what that is. But he didn't have time to really remember that, as Creepercall came to his side and spoke. "It's the bottom leaves on a plant." He answered quickly, not entirely sure how he knew that. He beckoned with his head for them to move. "Let's head out."
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"Alright. I'm ready to go as well." Creepercall inclined her head, allowing the more experienced cat to lead.
The enormous gray tom padded into the clearing muscles tense and grumpy expression extra mean today. Leechscar was having a rough go, rougher than usual. His luck with apprentices has been downright dreadful, the first one disappeared, and now, as his mother had informed him, Briarpaw had apparently drowned. The fact that she had drowned and he was not around is probably what bothered him the most. Despite having a strong dislike for the clans and their way, Leechscar would admit that he is rather complacent. He hated pretty much everything about the clans and their cult-like ways of thinking, but his blind dedication to his kin kept him from going anywhere. Not everything in a clan was terrible, the strong caring for the weak, defending their home, as well as learning the skills necessary to survive in the wild were all things Leechscar genuinely liked about the clans. He didn't dare even think about things he disliked about the clans, it'd be never-ending.
The tom's ears swerved in the direction of his mother's cry as she called for a clan meeting. Grunting softly, the young warrior stood up and began to slowly make his way over to the Breezerock. Regret sat heavily on his chest, sinking like a stone in a lake and settling uncomfortably deep within him. This guilt is ice in his guts. It could be a hundred degrees out and he'd still be frozen on the inside. He can't melt it on his own, he can't shift it at all. So though it's hard to move past his mistakes, he owns them and holds them as his own. He'd get over it, he was sure, he always did, or maybe not. Unlike most mentors, Leechscar's sense of responsibility was strong, so strong that it could rot and turn against him when failure was involved hence the accountability.
He hadn't a clue what he could have done about Mushroompaw vanishing, but Briarpaw dying! That was something different. He was not foolish enough to think that if he had been there he could have done something to save her. Death didn't work like that, and cats who believe they're strong enough to change it were arrogant featherbrains. No, what Leechscar felt so bad about was not being there for her. May she wouldn't have died if he had been there, and maybe nothing would have changed, but being there was the biggest problem for him. It was the same stupid feeling he got after learning Wolffang passed away without his knowledge. This was a hard feeling to shake.
As the tom neared the base of the Breezerock, tensed his muscles and joined the leader on top of the rock. He knew she wasn't mad at him, nor did she blame him, but this was the second apprentice that he's failed to complete their training. He felt enough disappointment and shame at himself for the lilac leader. Aside from his own little pity party, Briarpaw hadn't deserved to go like that. She was annoying, but bright and had her whole future ahead of her.
Sighing, Leechscar leaned his muscular frame against his mother's flank, today it was to soak up whatever comfort she could give him under the guise of keeping her warm. Leechscar kept his expression neutral and unperturbed as he settled beside Twilightstar. He had already offered to train another apprentice, although at this point wouldn't be surprised if Twilightstar turned him down with his track record. Still, he needed to keep busy, and teaching apprentices how to take care of themselves helped with that.
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--it seemed these three were quite familiar with each other, however hawkkit only knew basilkit from the nursery, and had a brief idea of the two warriors, having seen them chatting or going out and such. “hi, basilkit.” hawkkit mewed back, quieter and significantly more relaxed – significantly different to basilkit's shouting. the aforementioned kitten quickly jumped under berryfrost, then under snowybreeze. he was… wasting time, but they supposed that the lesson could… wait. maybe. but hawkkit reeaaaally wanted to get this done.
however, instead of voicing their concerns, they'd sit and wait, tail curled around their figure. nope, never-mind, the couldn't be patient any longer! “can we please… get to the lesson?” they mustered, pawing at the dirt and trying to make their figure smaller. honestly, hawkkit just didn't want to make anyone mad by trying to speed things up a little.
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