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 Posted: Apr 8 2018, 09:25 PM
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Fear. It washed over the trembling kitten as they lay huddled under a bush, struggling in vain to protect themselves from the winds that battered the moor flat. They tried to puff up their fur, which was damp from the dew on the grass, in order to get warm, but it wasn't working. This wasn't the first time they had experienced fear was when they were pulled away from their mother's warm body and their siblings and dropped into a cardboard box and watched as the light was snuffed out. The next thing they knew, they were abandoned on the side of a highway, but at least there there wasn't this much wind.

Trembling, the kitten pulled their short tail around themselves and buried their nose in their chest. They tried to remember the good things from back home, like the warmth of their mother's fur or the comforting pressure of their siblings curled around them. They tried not to think about the taste of their sibling's fear and terror just moments before they had escaped. They could still smell the reeking dog's breath on their fur, burning their tongue. They had only just recently fully developed their eyesight, and yet already they wished they could unsee the dog and their sibling's terror-stricken faces.

They considered calling for help, but right now that seemed like a bad idea. Not only would any real help be too far away, but they also risked catching the attention of the dog. They hoped that it was far away from here, and they also hoped that wherever it was, it was far away from their siblings. Shivering, they pushed those thoughts out of their mind and focused on pressing out deep breaths and stabilizing their pounding heart, which beat in their chest like a bird's wings as it took flight.

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Sunfang often chose to patrol in the morning. The early morning sun warming his back, and the cool breeze that danced over tha moor giving him a feeling of sweet freedom.

He stopped every so often to mark the borders, and it was during one stop that he smelled the sour stench of fear scent. He opened his maw to get a better sense of where the smell originated and was led to a bush under which shivered a small kitten, shivering in fear.

He didn't know how he kept finding wayward kits on the moor. This was the second one in a week. He made a mental note to tell Ivystar about it, perhaps have have patrols be on the lookout for any others that wandered onto the territory

The wind on the moor had changed from gentle breezes to short lived gusts, which no doubt had made the poor scrap of fur seek refuge under this bush. By the looks of them, they could not be more than a few moons old, and when he scented the wind, he smelled no other cats. This one had come alone..

His heart clenched as he approached slowly and crouched down so that he was on eye level with the tiny kit. The look of fear in their eyes broke the wildcat's heart. He smiled gently. “Hello little one, soothe you are safe now. Do you have a name wee one?”

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except for when he was training his apprentice or spending time with brindleflower, magneticmountain spent most of his time out of camp. it was partly due to his need to remind himself that he was home, safe in windclan's wide moors that were nothing like the cramped, concrete confines of the twoleg home. and the more he avoided others, the less likely they were to realize that mags wasn't getting better, at least not as quickly as he should have been. he was no longer malnourished and his fur had grown thick and glossy once more, but he was still skinnier than any serval should be, sharp bones making him look even lankier. loud noises, even from playfighting between younger cats, set his nerves on edge. it was easier to avoid everything, to lose himself in hunting and patrolling and in denial.

it was during one of these lonely outings around the territory that the scent of fear, so heavy in the air it was almost tangible, caught mags' attention. it was so strong that the familiar scent of sunfang was secondary, unnoticed by mags until he started to close in on the origin of the fear. golden eyes slanted against the bright light, he caught sight of his clanmate crouched in front of a bush talking... to it? no, a kitten- the source of the fear scent, it seemed. slowing to a halt, the young warrior decided to keep his distance, not wanting to intimidate the kitten; one large warrior was likely scary enough, there was no need to add a full-grown wildcat to the mix. despite being slightly underweight mags was still taller than any of his clanmates, and heavier than most.

"this is windclan, we help you," mags added after a beat, not sure if sunfang had already dropped a mention of their clan to the tiny kitten. hopefully it wasn't overstepping his bounds to claim they could give aide; it was in the code, after all, and with spring's arrival, herbs and prey alike were slowly but surely increasing in quantity.

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Mags had been leaving the camp often. While she knew it was for the sake of his well-being, being plagued by memory of whatever horrific experiments the twolegs had used him for, Brindleflower couldn’t help but fret incessantly for his safety. While she’s managed to restrain herself from going after him in the past few days, there was an insistent tug about today that had her rising from her nest to trail after the serval - she took a different path, of course, but it was enough for her to keep him in her sights.

The bitter scent of fear didn’t take long to reach her, however. With her strong maternal sixth sense - which, to her annoyance, she noted had heightened in the past few days. Perhaps it was the whole Fawnkit situation? - she was unable to miss it. Sunfang’s golden form on the horizon shimmered like his namesake, and knowing how the wildcat seemed to draw in newcomers like flies, Brindleflower shot off after Magneticmountain as he made his way over to where the other warrior stood.

She could see the terror on the nameless kit’s face from many tail-lengths away. It fueled her sprint as she thundered over, eventually slowing to a halt behind Magneticmountain. Her eyes sparkled with worry as she looked upon the tiny kit, and although she offered them a gentle, reassuring gaze, she said nothing nor approached further as to not startle or overwhelm them. The faint stench of dog was unmistakable, and for a brief moment Brindleflower saw herself in the youngster - a battered, brutally attacked apprentice, lost and confused after being separated from her family. Her ears pinned back at the memory. She only hoped they would be able to provide this kit with the help she hadn’t had.

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The wind was blowing in a million different directions at once, and with their nose buried in their chest, they didn't smell Sunfang or the others approaching until a voice cut through their panic and nearly scared them out of their own fur. If they hadn't been so beaten down and exhausted, they would have bolted without looking back, but as it stood the kitten was too worn to even conjure the will to run. Bleary, wind-teared eyes lifted to the wild cat and their fear stench only grew stronger. The closest thing they had seen to this animal was the stray toms outside of their house in the city. Every fiber of their body was screaming at them to run, but they simply couldn't conjure the enemy. If the world wanted them to die today, it sure was trying hard.

Swallowing back the terror that made their heart pound in their chest, the kitten focused their teary eyes on Sunfang and waited--but it didn't seem like he intended to harm them. Confusion and fear laced a nasty concoction in their chest. Was he going to play with them before killing them off like a cat with a mouse? They didn't like the idea of the roles getting reversed like that, not at all. But there was something nonthreatening about the wildcat, and when he got closer to them, they only shied away instead of bolting like they wanted to: whether that be because they were too tired to do more, or because they weren't as afraid, they didn't know. When the wildcat spoke in a soothing voice, they tried to seek comfort in it, taking steadying breaths even though fear was wild in their hazel eyes and every fur on their back stood on end. He spoke differently than their mother, with an accent, but they picked up on the word "safe" and "name" through the rush of blood in their ears.

"I--" Their voice cracked on the first note, raw and hoarse from breathing hard while they ran. Embarrassment flooded the tabby as they cleared their throat and attempted to speak again, even though their voice was still scratchy and stiff with fear. "My name is Pine. Like the tree. Are you going to eat me?" The last part came out in a rushed breath, like they weren't in control of their own words, and really it just slipped. They bit their tongue, cursing themselves for being so stupid. If they weren't going to eat them before, they certainly were now, idiot! They swallowed hard, hoping that their name would be enough to distract from the last part. They'd been named after the pine trees in the forest outside of the city, tall and proud and stable. Their siblings had tree names too: Oak and Birch. Their mother had given to them when she reminisced of the park where she and their father met at night. Not the humans--the humans had no attachment to the kittens, which they proved when they smuggled them and their siblings out in the middle of the night and abandoned them on the highway to rot.

Shaking those fresh memories out of their mind like an annoying flea, Pine focused their attention on the scrawny wildcat hovering behind the one from before. Had they wandered into a wildcat tribe? Their eyes widened in terror--maybe this was just a ritual they participated in before feeding on the helpless cats who wandered into their territory. The fear came back like a heavy cloak, stiff and electric, but they tried not to get too worked up. As of now they weren't hostile, and the thinner one even kept his distance like he was afraid of frightening them. If they were really going to eat them they would have... they weren't much of a difficult catch, after all, to put it gently. When the skinny wildcat spoke he was easier to understand without the accent and with half of their fear dissolving as he spoke. Even so, the word Windclan was unfamiliar to their ears. Maybe they had walked into a wildcat tribe and they were grooming them so they were fat and meaty by the time they decided to eat them. Oh, they didn't like that thought at all....

Pine's suspicions were eased slightly as the one-eyed feline approached behind them, offering some comfort to find somebody of their same kind. This one had the same fur color as their mother, tawny, and it brought a wave of pain fresh to their mind as Pine remembered their mother's warm body and soothing words. They'd give anything just to be back at their mother's side right now, curled up full and happy with their siblings, listening to the vibrations of their mother's soothing purrs. Suddenly the loneliness and exhaustion slammed into Pine all at once and tears began to blur their vision and spill down their cheeks. They were abandoned, their siblings probably dead and their mother having no idea where they were, in a strange land with big cats and windy moors and cats that were scarred from what had to be battle. They didn't belong here. They never belonged anywhere. Their body shook with grief and upset despite their efforts to stay calm in front of strangers, and they wiped furiously at their damp muzzle with their lucky paw, hoping it would ease their stress, though it barely made a difference. They remembered their mother telling them about that paw--"Your father had one white paw just like yours. He called it the Lucky Paw, You can make a wish on it every day, and it's bound to come through, eventually."--but right now that seemed like a distant fantasy. I wish for my family back, they thought grimly, even though that was far too big a wish for a mere paw, and that thought only made Pine more hopeless. "I'm sorry," they said through their tears, struggling to regain their composure even though grief rolled through them in constant waves. "I'm sorry."
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Sunfang’s eyes only flowed with warmth for the kit, no trace of malice could be found in the golden depths, no hint of deception or anger, only a desire to help. He meant no harm, merely wanted to take the kit somewhere safe and warm where they would be able to rest.

He almost chuckled when the kit asked him if he were going to eat them. “No little one, we don’t eat kits. We eat rabbits in WindClan. If you’d like I can catch one for you, if you are hungry.” He didn’t know if the young kit was still nursing, he would need to seek counsel from Brindleflower or Sageleaf.

“Pine, a good name. “

Sunfang crouched lower so he could see the kit clearly. “You have nothing to be sorry for dear one. My name is Sunfang,” he motioned to the cats behind him, “Those cats over there are my heart brother and heart sister, Magneticmountain and Brindleflower. We won’t hurt you, can you tell us what happened?”

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The kit’s apologetic cries tightened Brindleflower’s chest - the sorrow that throbbed in her heart was far too much for her too bear. Even as Sunfang tried to comfort the little kitten, Brindleflower chose to move forward, trying to soften her expression as much as she could. It occurred to her that her horrifically mutilated face was likely frightening the youngster - as much as it stung emotionally, she tried to turn her head to one side, regarding Pine with only a single, glittering green eye.

Pine.” she repeated, a smile tugging at the corners of her maw, “Such a big, strong name for such a strong little cat. You’re going to be just fine, Pine.” She glanced briefly over at Magneticmountain, then to Sunfang, as if asking for approval for a suggestion she hadn’t even made. “Do you want to come stay with us? At least for a little while? We have a big home - safe from all the bad guys and anything that would want to eat you. We have food and warm places to sleep. We can take care of you.

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Pine's original terror had eased into just numb shock, but the warmth in Sunfang's eyes was reassuring and helped calm their racing heartbeat down a bit. Their hackles lowered and they started to shiver, likely a response to the shock--they weren't really aware of it. “No little one, we don’t eat kits. We eat rabbits in WindClan. If you’d like I can catch one for you, if you are hungry.” Their eyes widened a bit--they ate real animals here? They remembered tales of cats on the moors that sharpened their claws on bones... was this them? They began to panic once again before glancing between the three gathered. Despite their size, they seemed friendly....

"Pine, a good name." Their ears pricked cautiously. They had never really thought much about their name, but they knew it was because their mother wanted them to grow big and strong, just like the tree. They weren't sure they could meet up to those expectations, but they would certainly try. A meek thank you was offered as they ducked their head sheepishly, humbled by the praise of their namesake. Their paws shuffled nervously beneath them as they listened, though Sunfang's words were comforting to hear, even if he might be lying. They let themselves believe he was telling the truth, glancing up with wide, hazel eyes.

As Brindleflower approached, they blinked and turned towards her. They couldn't help but notice how she tried to keep her injured side out of sight, and while it was relieving to think that these cats weren't bearing their scars like trophies--which would be scary--they felt bad that the molly felt she had to hide it from view, but they didn't mention it. "Pine. Such a big, strong name for such a strong little cat. You’re going to be just fine, Pine." A tentative smile flitted across the feline's maw, even though it faltered if only because Pine was too tired to uphold it. Listening to the molly talk was relaxing--they felt more comfortable around her, probably because she was a smaller sized cat and less intimidating, even though they all seemed friendly.

"Do you want to come stay with us? At least for a little while? We have a big home - safe from all the bad guys and anything that would want to eat you. We have food and warm places to sleep. We can take care of you." Their eyes widened a bit at the offer, clearly not expecting it at all--they were lucky these cats were treating them kindly, but to offer their own home? Their mind flashed to the warmth of their mother's belly, and they almost opened their jaws to speak before clamping them shut abruptly. I don't have a home there anymore... Suddenly the loneliness and fear came crashing down on them in a wave, and their heart sunk. They had no other option--it was either die alone out here, or accept these kind animals' help. Pine considered themselves lucky to even have the chance. "I--yes, I... thank you, I would really love that." Their hazel eyes glimmered with unshed tears, grateful for the offer and overwhelmed with their current situation. They wanted to curl up in bed and fall asleep with their mother and siblings safe, but that was far too much to ask right now. "Is... is that okay?" They almost felt like they were intruding--and they were, but... they weren't sure.


"You have nothing to be sorry for dear one. My name is Sunfang. Those cats over there are my heart brother and heart sister, Magneticmountain and Brindleflower. We won’t hurt you, can you tell us what happened?" Their gaze flicked back to Sunfang, and just remembering it made their heart lurch and stomach sink at the same time. They hesitated before starting. "M-My momma," they stammered, the words coming out shaky and quiet, barely audible over the roaring winds. "Her-- her twolegs, they put me and my siblings in a box... and then we were on the side of a huge monster path. It was so loud and dark and scary. We thought we were gonna d-die." They bit their tongue, quaking at the thought as they tucked their paws closer to their belly and licked their maw anxiously. "When the box was opened, we thought it was momma, or the twolegs, or something, but it wasn't it-- it was a big d-dog, thing, and it-- it knocked the box over and down the hill. I didn't... I didn't even look back, I just... I just ran--I was so scared--but my siblings...." Now the tears were running down their face without any sign of stopping. The floodgates had been opened, and the truth was bared like their own soft belly: they'd left their own siblings to die because they were scared. They deserved to be right back in that box, coyote bait so that their siblings could live. They were the worst breed of terrible. Ashamed and upset, Pine looked anywhere but at the cats in front of them--if they had been kind before, they were certainly going to reject them now. "I--I didn't know what to do--I was just so scared, I didn't think...."
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Sunfang closed his eyes when the kit reached the end of their story. He knew what had happened, he didn't need the kit to go further. It was a wonder the kit was not catatonic as he had been the days after his sisters had died. The guilt would eat the poor thing alive. He hoped perhaps there was something to find, they were small, so they could not have run far Most likely the scent of fear would not have faded too much he would be able to track down his family, he prayed to whatever powers that could hear, and who gave a damn that they were alive.

He padded forward just a little bit more, barely a mouse length, but just enough so he could look at the kit. "Pine, soothe, breathe little one. Brindleflower here to going to bring you back to WindClan okay? I will go look for your family alright?" He could not offer more than that, he just hoped they would not be too late, as he had been for his own family

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