Finally the third :: Nameless kitten joining

[greyandwhite]

The third kitten may not be the smallest, but he was certainly the thinnest. He sneezes and sniffles, floating on a cloud of feverish bliss as he swings beneath his mother's jaws. Something warm occasionally plops on his head and trails wetly down his forehead. Sometimes he'll blink open his eye and see a dewdrop fade on his nose. other times he'll smell copper. Always, he tastes salt. He dreams of his first two moons of life, snuggled in his mother's belly, surrounded by kittens that push and prod for attention and food. He was never strong enough to fight back, but he didn't mind. He liked sharing, as long as they shared their warmth back. They were the best dreams.
But today was the day he was fated to wake up, it seemed. He does so, with groggy eyes and a little cough, looking around at the big and frightening world of encroaching trees and suffocating plant life. He never used to mind being squished into a corner by his siblings...but this was different. This dream was so much scarier. 
As any kitten might when waking from a nightmare, the grey and white kitten would mewl for his mom.
His weak voice echoing in the claustrophobic emptiness.

[Desertraven]

Tom-cat - 29 moons - He/Him - Warrior of Lunarclan - Apprentice: Firepaw

The tom had been padding through the brush his attention more drawn to the sounds around him when suddenly a sound he least expected reached his ears a small cough and a small mew the tom almost froze but knew that probably was not in the best interest.
The tom zeroed in on the area he thought the sounds were coming from his nose picking up the briefest of scents fairly faded so when he came across the small bundle of grey and white a small amount of anger rested in his chest the kit was alone he mews breaking the toms heart. Gently laying his nose to the young toms pelt he felt the warmth that rose from it and knew it'd be best to bring the young one to their medicine cats. "It's okay young one we'll get you looked after." He meowed before carefully picking him up and starting the journey back to camp.

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[Wisteriastar]

WISTERIAGAZE See me in a new light It would be the scared mewling of a kitten that also caused the attention of the patrol Wisteriastar was currently leading. A frown would touch her maw, laced with concern and confusion, before flicking her tail and leading the group towards the source. The pretty molly would feel a bit more at ease when she spotted Desert'raven already on the scene, speaking softly to a clearly distraught and...was this kitten abandoned? Turning to whoever was directly behind her on the patrol, Wisteria would meow softly, "Search the area, see if a predator claimed its mother." Turning back towards the situation, Wisteriastar would pad forward to stand beside her warrior and spoke to Desert'raven, "There is another scent...but it is fading...let's get him back to camp. Poor little scrap looks like they haven't eaten." Her pale heather hues would blink in sympathy as she nodded for Desert to pick up the kitten before turning to see if her patrol had found anything. Female - 19 Moons - Lunarclan Leader - speech

[greyandwhite]

The grey kitten would flinch when pawsteps sounded. Though his ears were still fresh to the many sounds the universe had to offer, he was certain his mothers paws were not that heavy. But when surrounded by encroaching shadows drooling at the corners of his eyes, a massive ray of light in the form of a golden tabby Tom was a welcome sight. He was mamma but he wasn’t a monster, either. Still, he whimpered when he was touch, but then, like magic, melted against the radiant warmth he so desperately craved. Tired eyes dropped as comfort overpowered the rush of adrenaline and instantly he fell limp in the man’s jaws. Finally, something familiar. At last, a little smile danced on his tiny maw before he opened it and let out the loudest yawn- almost a roar compared to his weak mewling before! Blinking dreamily as he was raised into the air, the nameless boy gazed contentedly at the newer figure - a woman, though still not his mom. Still, he no longer felt fear while in the grip of someone who meant him no harm, so he studied the lady as best he could while fighting sleep and sniffles. Some words were familiar, and some weren’t, like the puzzle pieces to a melody you can’t remember the full lyrics too. But ‘poor little” was familiar. “My poor little ones…” his mom used to coo. This cat said it differently though, kinda funny.

“S’cap” he echoed back, triangle tail wiggling with amusement

[Nightingalecall]

Tom-cat - 29 moons - He/Him - Warrior of Lunarclan - Apprentice: Firepaw

Nightingalecall followed after his leader not understanding what could possibly have made a cat abandon a kit in unknown land there was still many things to consider had the kit moved any further he would have found himself in an open area giving way to possibly being seen by passing birds and with the kit being sick... Nightingale stopped there making sure to pay attention to his paw steps when the kitten he carried echoed Wisteriastar's word of Scrap and he wanted to shake his head it was very easy for the young one to start associating words as a name hopefully the kit wouldn't think that was it. Nightingale's mother was currently the only cat he knew caring for kits in the nursery Winterglow had always been attentive to her kits even grown she still made time for him and his siblings maybe she would take the young one as they got back to camp the tom gently set the young one down "Wisteriastar will he be going to the medicine cats den first? it would seem he has a cold and if he's cleared will he be with Winterglow or another?" he questioned wanting to make sure of things before he assumed them.

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[Rabbit]

(This is cool)