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 Posted: Mon May 26, 2014 10:45 am
His mother had left him in a brush patch to go hunting. Stay here dont come out till I come back she had said. He was used to it but she was never gone for to long. And he was a good kit he did what he told and hid in the brush. But then night fell and he shivered. Why hadn't mother come back yet? The morning came and still no mother the day passed by and the sun was starting to set. Ok something was really wrong otherwise he wouldnt even have considered moving. He was hungry and didnt want to go through another night alone. He stepped out with cation and mewed. "Mommy!" The little kit moved forwards some what terrified. "Mommy!" He cried pitifully. He didn't know what else to do. His mother would never be coming to find him, she had tried to cross a street and had not made it he was alone in this world.
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Posted: Mon May 26, 2014 11:49 am
 Emberstreak had gone out for an early morning hunt, just her, early morning sun, the river and the fish clamped between her jaws after a successful trip. Her tail tip twitched pleasantly as she stopped to drop her fish, pausing to give thanks to Starclan for keeping the river flowing and the fish spawning so that she may feed the clan and herself. "Not bad catch old girl." she mrrowed to herself in her peculiar high pitched yet soft tone. A grin spread across her muzzle as she paws to lick a few drops of water off her paws before continuing on.
And then she heard it. Mommy! A meow, not far off. Mommy! it cried again. "Huh?" Emberstreak mrred, glancing around in confusion. That was definitely a kitten, no mistaking it, but... why did it sound distressed? The first thing she thought was that one of the new kits born to Rivermist and Longclaw had sneaked out of the camp and gotten themselves lost. "Hold on little kit, I'm coming!" she called, quickly digging a hole and tossing her fish into it, tossing dirt back over them to hopefully keep other's away from her kill.
With a spring in her step, she nosed her way through bushes, following the sound of the mewls, until she stumbled upon a tiny kitten, quivering next to a bush. He didn't look nor smell like any clan cat. "Hey... you lost?" she tilted her head. A brief speckle of doubt twinged in her gut.
Should she even help it? What if it was a trap? And if not.... would the clan even accept it welcomingly? Or would she be looked down upon for bringing non Riverclan blood into the clan? All these thoughts and then some swirled in her mind.
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Posted: Mon May 26, 2014 12:05 pm
The poofed and hit the ground at the unfamiliar voice. His scared blue eyes looked up at her as he curled his orange tail around himself. The kit was not supposed to talk to strangers. Other cats were dangerous he had been told though this female didn't seem mean she looked like she wanted to help. "No...I dont think so..." He said with cation he looked to the spot where he had been hiding. "That was my hiding spot.....but.....I don't know where my mommy is...." He looked like he was ready to cry but trying to be brave. "She told me to hide there and wait for her but that was last sun up not this sun up....she left me here a whole night...and she never does that!" The kit trembled a little bit. "I want my mommy...and Im hungry!" He started to cry a little.
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Posted: Tue May 27, 2014 10:27 am
Emberstreak danced about on her paws a bit. No, this didn't seem or feel like some kind of sick rogue cat trick. She could smell the fear on the little one and the scent of another cat around these parts was stale. Flattening her ears back against her head, she shut her eyes a moment to think. It was a very safe bet this little one's mom wouldn't be coming back... and not because she didn't want too. A twinge in her gut told her that something bad had happened to this poor dears mother.
Sighing, the dark red she cat opened her eyes, attempting to smile. "Hey hey... don't cry. It's ok. I wont hurt ya." she meowed, stepping closer to rasp her tongue atop his head. "I caught some fish back there. What ya say we go have a bite, hmm?" she purred, nestling down on her paws to be more on his level. The warrior code stated she couldn't just ignore a kit in need. And by the looks of it, no one was going to come claim him anytime soon. "You got a name? You can call me Emberstreak." she nodded with a big ole grin.
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Posted: Tue May 27, 2014 10:57 am
The kit looked up at the female cat in front of him as she closed her eyes. He then looked about why hadnt mother come back for him? He pinned his ears back more. He put his nose in his paws wondering what this other cat was thinking about. His blue eyes tilted back up to her when she spoke again. "..." He tried to stop his crying as she came over to him. He poofed a little at her tongue but then the fur started to go down and he calmed from her actions. He looked about at her question., He was so hungry but shouldn't he wait for his mother? His hunger out ruled that though. "Whats a fish...?" His mother hunted mice, rabbit, and birds but wasn't skilled at fishing. "Momma calls me Sugar or Kit....said I could pick my name when I wanted to....I havent thought of anything good yet. Your name sounds cool!" He was a kit easily distracted for the moment from what this could mean about his mother not coming back.
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Posted: Wed May 28, 2014 6:00 pm
The dark red she cat tilted her head. She hadn't much experience with kits before, still acted like one herself, and was slightly taken aback at how quickly he seemed to distract himself. So much so she couldn't help but laugh. "A fish is.... well its got lots of scales and lives in the water. And is really tasty! If you come with me you can try one." she nodded, touching her tail tip to his nose before curling it around her paws.
The fact that he didn't even have a name seemed.... strange to him. "She was going to let you pick?" she tilted her head. Emberstreak was pretty sure mom cats usually picked the name... at least her mother had picked hers....she was called Emberkit from the dark red of her fur that looked like fire....
HEY, that's it!
"You know kid, you kind of remind me of something.... that color in ya..." she reached out and gently touched one of his red patches. "My mom named me after something she thought I looked like.... and you kind of look like you got patches of flames all over you...like... Flamekit." she smiled, amused by herself. Here she was trying to give a non clan kit a clan cat name...... but with any luck, they would take him in... warrior code after all.
"So...how about that fish?" she blinked at him.
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Posted: Wed May 28, 2014 6:17 pm
"Ok I would like to try fiiiiiissssh." He liked the way the word sounded. "Although it sounds really weird." He laughed trying to to picture what fish looked like in his head. "Yeah she said thats what her mother let her do. Cause a name should mean something...or something like that..." The kit said wrinkling his nose. He giggled lightly as she poked one of his red patches. He was a pure bred flame point Siamese so the name was spot on his eyes seemed to sparkly at the name. "Flamekit! Flames like fire oh or Ember like you Emberstreak! Yes I am Flamekit....will the kit part change when I grow? Flamekit Flamekit!" He got up and pranced liking his new name.
He stopped prancing and perked his ears. "Yesss fiiiissssssh. Flamekit would like to try." He giggled.
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2014 6:18 pm
"Woah! Settle down there tiger! You are a fiery one!" she grinned, gently batting him with a paw. She debated the best way to answer his questions. Giving him a clancat name sort of just came to her, she hadn't stopped to think if he'd even be allowed into the clan. "Aahh... yeah. Yeah it does! You can be like me." she mrrowed, touching his shoulder with the tip of her tail to get him to follow her. "When you get bigger, you get to be an apprentice! And learn how to hunt and fight. Your name gets changed to Flamepaw then." she meowed, stopping every now and then to gently headbutt him along towards the river. Pausing at the edge, she peered down, wiggling her toes as a few fish darted by.
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