Fandom To Earn Warrior's Blood

[Chill Alley Cat]

With the cold humidity of fall in the air, the night made it easy to hide mistakes as fog consumed the she-cat. The wind sang, covering the plump kit's cries that dangled from her tooth. The withered coat that bundled the bones of the she-cat was dirty, it losing its gleam and blending her with the sky-lit undergrowth as the kit's newly adorned fur stuck out like a sore paw.

Creeping cautiously through the oak trees, tightening her grip on the kitten's throat to better quiet its calls, she searched. A heavy set of eyes set themselves at the crater, smells of life and prosperity coming off the camp in waves that made the rouge grimace in jealousy, much to the young cat's dismay at the feel of grinding teeth. Hushing the child one last time before entering the mouth of the clan's home.


Setting the manx down on the hard autumn ground with a humph, away from comforting piles of debris that could make a sound. The white she-cat looked at the kit for a moment, the spotted cat's eyes turning back to her as if waiting for something to be said. The white ghost of a feline made no effort to, however, leaving the thing without a sound as she turned with a swish of her tail.


The sounds of the woods were much different than the twoleg homes, the business of advancement of constant change replaced by a deathly stillness made the kit. The occasional rustling of an unknown creature in the roots of trees, the knockings on bark from mysterious sources, and the chirping of the night dying to give air to the nothingness in the stark shadows.

The kit settles among leaves, not wanting to make a sound in fear that something else besides the white she-cat may find her. Forced to face downwards into the darkness of the mouth of an unknown location, completely blind to what may be on the other side, she forced her lungs to work as she called out to the down below.

"Hello." The tailless cat pushes, her voice camouflaged by the distortion of wind, sounding as a lost spirit would. She calls out again, wishing for nothing to answer.







"..Did you hear that?" asked the grayish-brown she-cat, Thornpelt's voice stern. Her ginger companion turned to the entrance, hearing what could be confused with the dying breath of a cat carried by air. Rabbitflight flicks his tail, anxiety pricking at his fur as he gulps down a response.

"I did."

 

[.sheep.wolf.]

The quiet wind stirred around the camp, making only noise to stir the leaves on the ground. The warmth from the dens encased the cats into deep sleeps. All except the night guards and one little kit. The small bush of browns and warm colors silently wandered the camp while sharp, cool green eyes gazed across the wide main area.

The young cat made no attempt to scare the guards or to wake anyone. The tall kit simply explored the camp a little further. His mother had always been careful with them, since it was her second litter. Undoubtedly this kit's older siblings were comfortably asleep in the warrior's den while his younger siblings slept beside the warmth of thick fur. He couldn't sleep. Even if Starclan commanded it, he just couldn't.

As the tom made his way towards the entrance to perhaps glance at what he would only hope to see in the future: The forest. His silent steps carried him into the bramble surrounding the entrance, carefully and precisely making every step. His breath only when needed. He would have made it out too, if he hadn't heard the voices of two clanmates. Stern, and anxious. Thornpelt would have him skinned alive if she found the kit outside of the camp or even near the entrance.

Silent thumps made it's way across the camp's floor, and slowed near the Nursery. Inside, his long ears heard slow breathes and could feel the warmth emitting from inside. He safely made it back in, but didn't return to his mother. Instead, he silently watched from near the entrance. Settling down on some scraps of nest near the leaves and bramble of the front and curling his paws beneath him, his not yet long or graceful tail hanging loosely behind the brown ball of fluff.

And the green eyes watch with curiosity. If they didn't hear him.. Then who? Eyes glued to the entrance, as the two guarding it began to investigate. The cold beckoned him to join the bundle of fur behind him, to curl up with his mother and the safety she brought. But he wanted to find out what happened, so that is what he'll do. Surely the camp will be awoken when whatever it is is found.

 

[Chill Alley Cat]

Flattening her ears at the approaching footsteps, her pelt bristled and doubled in size. Hissing leaking from her parted jaws like steam.

Two pairs of bright eyes crawled from the darkness, their foot steps quiet but easy as if they knew the land like the back of their paws. As they emerged from the mouth, they looked healthy and wild. Lavander imagined this is what those lynxes and bobcats look from the whisper of stories.


“A kit?” Questioned the red feline, his muzzle leaning in testing quick movement towards the kit. Panicked by the action, she scratched the bright tom cross the muzzle.

The larger cat hissed at the injury, small spots of blood bubble across his nose in a thin line. The sounds from them seeming to boom in Lavender’s ear with the serge of adrenaline.



“A rouge.” The brown tabby corrected.

 

[.sheep.wolf.]

The curious kit saw the guards move up the tunnel, leaving the spots that they had taken all night. Day would break soon, as the stars had shifted downwards and the moon looks bent over in the sky's positions. Hickorykit stretched, rising to perhaps get a closer look. That was until he felt light jaws snatch him up and place him next to a jungle of fur that isn't his, "Sleep, Hickorykit. You can explore in the morning"

His ears flattened in disappointment and distaste as he curled himself up a little ways away from the others, but still near his mother's warmth. Settling at the curve of the nest and by her hindlegs, he placed his head on top of the nest, green eyes still concentrated to the entrance.

But the coziness and quiet soon began to take him under. Eyelids fluttered, and breathing slowed. He curled around himself, slipping off from consciousness. Although as a light sleeper, he'd be back up before dawn.

 

[Chill Alley Cat]

Dangling from jaws like prey, her hind legs kicked out in an attempt to escape. Her pelt appeared to become quills as she failed about in the tom’s muzzle as he carried her deeper into her darkness.

She closed eyes, fearing to face the darkness as they entered the down below. How could Edith leave her to these wild cats? She knew that her relationship with the she-cat was strained at best, but still they were of blood.




“I’ll inform Newtstar.” She told her male college, who was currently struggled to hold on to the aggressive kit. Rabbitflight nods, his grip on the kit growing strongly in attempt to hold her still.

Thornpelt made quick work to the den, her pace loud despite her efforts to keep it down. She knew it would be best for the clan to stay sleeping rather then crowd the strange kit, seeking the leader’s advice to avoid that outcome.

 

[.sheep.wolf.]

As the moon sunk lower, the restless young cat's eyes reopened. The noise from outside had awoken him. Green eyes looked back, and upon seeing all asleep, quietly snuck to the entrance of the Nursery. He noted Rabbitflight's struggle, curious to what exactly he struggled with. As Thornpelt made her way up to the leader's den, he dared to sneak a little ways out of the nursery, to the shelter of the outside sheltering of the hole that was the Nursery.

The bundle of brown strained to listen, as keen eyes quickly stared back to the struggling cat. Hickorykit could see bits of a kit, and was surprised at how feisty it was, considering the size of Rabbitflight to the kits.

All the more admirable, he supposed.

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Newstar stretched, eyes looking up to see Thornpelt, "I hope there's a reason I've been awoken?" He stood, walking towards the she in front of him, still coming off of sleep. His tail loftily swung behind him, as he frowned. "What happened that you had to leave your guard?"

 

[Chill Alley Cat]

Newtstar huffed at being awoken as the warrior explained herself, the she-cat only getting straight to the point causing the small lanky tom to widen his eyes at her explanation.

“-wait. So a kit caused all this fuss?” Grumbled the brightly spotted leader as he caught on to thornpelt’s words.

“A rouge.” The tabby corrected again with a huffed as she waved her paw in effort for the Tom to quiet down.

The small cat held up a paw to silence her, walking into the clearing as the morning sky casted upon it.

He would determine what to do with the lost rouge, hopefully before thunderclan awoken to put their input.




No matter how hard she squirmed the fire colored tom’s jaws tighten. She scratched at his muzzle futilely, whining as her eyes look forward at the rising sun. Her paranoia struck her heart, blood pumping in her ears as if the rising sun was a count down to her demise.

A new cat approached the lavender, causing her to seize up as she dangled. The small tom appearing angry with bags under his eyes and jaws parted in a snarl.


“..what are you doing here.” Newtstar spoke in a neutral tone to try and settle the manx, but his annoyance seeping through.

 

[.sheep.wolf.]

Hickorykit leaned closer, as to attempt to get a better view and hearing. His brownish fur mixed well with the branches of the bushes surrounding the nursery entrance. As the rising run began to color the forest anew, you could sense the clan beginning to awaken.

Not good for the squirming ball of fur's privacy. The brown kit sighed, frowning. He knew he had to return soon before his mother found out.

Turning around to return to the nursery, he swiftly and silently dashed back in. Curling around himself in the nest, he strained to keep tabs on the cats.

Newstar's annoyance seeped through the camp, reaching the young cat. Everyone knew when he was angry or annoyed. He wondered whether the new kit would be staying. Surely they wouldn't kick her out, but what if she got thrown into a litter. There was only his right now, but one Queen would be expecting soon.

He sort of hoped she'd be staying. Maybe she could be his first tolerable clanmate.

 

[Chill Alley Cat]

"As if I would know. Edith just dropped me here." she simply snarls, his jaws snapping at the leader's whiskers, tempted to spit on the scrawny tom for getting so close. She continues to kick out her feet from the ginger's grasp, her previous state of fear now made way for a lash of adrenaline-driven anger and spite.

Newtstar huffed at the reaction too tired to be dealing with a rambunctious kit so early. The small tom knew they couldn't just abandon the young cat, as much as he disdained rogues he couldn't afford the reprimand he would earn from his peers at the action. The spotted cat slide his paw across his face in a grumble, taking a moment to look around the camp as warriors began to rise from their dens to whisper about the commotion.

The two guarding cats look uneasy as the tiny feline thinks the situation over, growing uncomfortable as they waited for his response. He eyes the tailless she-cat for a moment before turning away from the group, allowing spying warriors to sneak closer to the interesting attraction. He throws a command over his shoulder before slinking back to the darkness of his den to rest.

"Store her in the medicine den. When the sun sets we'll hold a meeting." He advised, knowing it best to overhear the clan's thoughts on the kit before acting on any impulses. With or without her constant, Lavender's future was now to be in the hands of public opinion.

Thunderclan has woken up to a fresh new piece of gossip, the most nosy of warriors ready to swallow the kit alive.

 

[.sheep.wolf.]

The moment the sun rose and everyone awoke, Hickorykit disappeared into the swath of nosy warriors. Being as small as he was, he slunk through the crowd. The shaded entrance of the medicine den hid him for the most part as he observed that was happening around him. Most were peeking in the med's den, while the current medicine cat looked around annoyed.

While she was usually friendly and calm, her amber eyes burned with annoyance, "For Starclan's sake you've seen a kit before!" She snapped, plumed grey tail lashing behind her. The striped she turned to the kit, and visually checked her over from where she stood. Hickory kit was out of her line of sight, and most cats, blending once more with his surroundings.

Ignoring the still lingering cats, Greyflight turned to the strange kit, "Are you hurt in any way?" She tried to hold the annoyance back, but it seeped through. It wasn't directed towards the kit this time, however.

The brown kit's body settled beneath sharp sticks, prepared to lurk about for the next few hours. No one would really notice him even if he was in plain sight. His green eyes stared at the two she's, curious more than anything. He was practically as bad as the others.

 

[Chill Alley Cat]

Lavander's cream fur bristled and itched, her skin irritated from the overwhelming noises and sights attacking her mind and striking her heart. Her large paws flexed, her claws digging into the earth as she tried to ground herself, feeling if she let go she'd go spiraling into the flapping mouths of the strangers before their whispers consumed her.

The manx was scared she would have given her fear away despite her determination and spite to be nothing but a handful to these cats. In an attempt to back off any wild cat from approaching her, she hissed lowly with a growl rumbling her throat. The threat wasn't very effective, as her eyes darted about the crowd unsure of who to direct it at, before finally settling on a pair of young green eyes to focus her guttural sound. She finished her low vibration with a puff of hot air leaving her nose.

She flattens her ears against her skull in a vain attempt to block everything out. As the tabby scolded the remaining cats at the entrance, his raised voice making her wish nothing more than to claw out his tongue to quiet him, the kit buried her head in the nestful of moss. How could Edith leave her in a place like this?

She never knew the she-cat too well, the two only bonding seemed to be when they silently ate the same piece of the last bit of trash. The white cat occasionally telling Lavander a story or two, nothing more. She gritted her teeth at the thought, moving from her desperation for the she-cat's return to a shimmering fury to never see the cat again.

As soon as these cats give her a chance, she would be on her own.





A small yellow tom loafed in the clearing, and his huge pale gray deputy sat beside him, one ear to the crowd of commotion circling the medicine den to pick up bits and pieces of conversation. He slow blinks the last bit of sleep away from his amber eyes before turning his attention to the muscular tom.

"What have you heard so far Woldtuft hm?" Newtstar spoke in his monotone voice, conveying his wanting for the pale face cat to be blunt despite the tom's high-pitched voice.

"Average gossip, like the kit being half thunderclan or perhaps a spy." the messy-coated cat huffs in a deep voice, addressing the tiny cat with the utmost respect.

"Hm. Not real thought then?" Newtstar sighs as he looks at the hefty tom with a heavy gaze.

"Besides the kit's general feistiness. Nothing." The deputy finished with a curt nod and closed eyes, slightly bending down to the tom to meet his height.

The spotted tom groans as he peers the warriors from across the clearing, Greyflight finally managing to disburse the crowd away from the den as he swatted about randomly.