Lost (Splashy!)

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to say Aspenkit was lost would be an understatement she was lost beyond all thoughts of being lost. She knew she had be to Windclan territory because of the smell of rabbits and heather scents that she heard from the warriors she looked around she was scared and confused all she'd wanted to do was see her territory yet somehow here she was in Windclan territory she was surprised she hadn't been caught by a Riverclan patrol as she crossed through their territory. She let out a small pitiful wail as she stumbled over a rock and snagged her claws on the thick heather surrounding it.

Her golden tabby fur was fluffed and ruffled from her many stumbles throughout her journey. She was cold, tired, hungry, thirsty and not to mention scared out of her wits she wanted to go home back to the safety of the tree tops of Thunderclan territory she vaguely wondered if they were looking for her and if they were what kind of trouble she was going to get into for this she hoped she wouldn't get into too much trouble all she'd wanted was look but then this odd bird had chased her out of her territory and all the way here.

[splashtana ★]

Being lost sucked, to say the least. And she of all cats would know. Not only had she been physically lost recently, only a few days before, but she had been emotionally and mentally lost for most of her early moons, in fact only a few moons prior to now had been controlled for her. No one could blame her, though. Who would have the heart to scream at a young, troubled she-cat who had lost her entire family at an early age, and been ripped from her birth clan? Sure, she had it all now as a medicine cat, but she couldn't have forgotten all of the heartache from her home in RiverClan before she moved to WindClan to become medicine cat. It was a tough switch, a very tough one in fact, but she'd pulled through and proved that she could do just the same as any other cat would have done it. Mentally and emotionally unstable. Well, to say the least, it had been quite a rough stage. Her tortoiseshell and white pelt has a little fluff and flounce to it, so it succeeds in hiding some reminders she left behind of that painful time period in her life. Though, realizing it was a waste of her herbs, Sweetleaf stopped and found a peace of mind, and, well, here she is now.

A little distracted at the given moment, her self-assigned task of finding basil, parsley, and goldenrod, it took her a while to pick up the scent of ThunderClan. Like any sane creature that wasn't a BloodClanner, SkyClanner, or ThunderClanner, her fur immediately fluffed up in fear, baby blue does eyes widening in worry, and her pupils shrinking out of horror. Though, something about the scent was putting her nerves at ease. It was only a kitten, Sweetleaf noticed, but ThunderClanners had the ability to use electricity, and the kitten could still pose a threat to a petty little medicine cat who was often times afraid of her own shadow. Quickening her pace, the WindClan medicine cat sprinted across the landscape, and to the top of a tall hill near the border. "Hello? Is anyone out there?" Calling out to the land was probably a really, really stupid idea, but that didn't exactly stop the tortoiseshell and white she-cat from doing it. Sweetleaf may be a coward at times, and a real baby towards little things, but she was also spunky at bold when needed. Now was one of those moments.

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Aspenkit crouched down as the scent of a Windclan cat wafted over the breeze she blinked and flicked her ears as she heard the paw steps start to wander closer to where she was she ducked behind a heather bush and watched the tortoiseshell and white cat race up the she watched them in awe they were so fast! she'd always wondered why every cat said Windclanners were fast but now she had proof for herself that they were indeed very fast but this cat smelled more of herbs then prey so maybe they were a Medicine cat she relaxed slightly at that thought Medicine cats were no threat to her at least she hoped so.

She peeked out from behind the bush as the cat called out to anyone that could hear her. She took a breath and scampered out from behind the bush and towards the Windclan she-cat she slowed as she got closer to the other she-cat and mewed, "Hi-i, i'm...Aspenkit of Thunderclan....i'm lost...can you help me?" she peered up at the she-cat hopefully with bright wide aqua blue eyes. She hoped that they would help her and not try to tear her to shreds for trespassing like some other cats might. She tried to keep herself from looking scared and her fur from fluffing up like a spiky golden puff ball.

[splashtana ★]

Oh, well, she now she felt her heartstrings being tugged on. Because almost thirteen moons ago, she was that little kitten by her paws right now. She could remember the day she arrived in WindClan, it was still as vivid as though it had happened yesterday. Shuddering, she let the memories flow back in. Sweetleaf had only been Sweetpaw then, though she'd really only been an apprentice for a few days, so she was still very much a kitten. Playing by the river with her denmates had seemed pretty harmless, hence the reason they were down there by the river that day. But they hadn't expected a flood. The sun was setting by then, causing all the reeds and plants by the water to cast shadows over the banks. One could hear the gentle gurgle of this part of the river if they were close enough, and if they could hear it over the chatter of the four young apprentices that were there. Figpaw, Sweetpaw, Junepaw, and Larkpaw. Well, they were all together, out of camp, and finally able to do some talking without the older apprentices telling them shut up, or their mentors telling them to get back to work. Then the game started. Each cat had to do a trick in the water, and the delicate Sweetpaw was to go first, as the lot she had drawn was the muddiest. After washing her neat alabaster paws off in the water, she'd leaped off of the bank and swirled in the air. Upon landing in the center of the river, a large rumble sounded, and her baby blue does eyes widened in horror.

So much water, more water than the little tortoiseshell and white she-cat had ever seen in her entire, short life, erupted from over a hill, and she barely opened her jaws for a shriek of horror, before the waves crashed over her and dragged her under. Popping back up for a gasp of air, forgetting to use her feeble gills, she heard the other apprentices calling her name. But Sweetpaw was a pitiful swimmer, and she couldn't reach them. Allowing the water to drag her away, the six moon old channeled all of her efforts into staying afloat rather than trying to get out of the water, because she knew there was a very slim chance of that even coming close to succeeding, for StarClan's sake. The water was overwhelming, and Sweetpaw let out a pitiful cry as it dragged her under once more. Using the gills that all RiverClan cats were blessed with, she let her eyes open under the depths of the river, and tried to let its beauty be her last sights, because Sweetpaw felt certain that she would die, and she was determined to make it easier. But her gills wouldn't allow it, seeing as she could breathe under water like any normal RiverClan cat.

Suddenly, she was fished out of the water by a creature she couldn't quite place. Opening her eyes to the creature standing above her, she realized it was a BloodClanner. Ugh. Letting the memory of that day ebb away for a moment, Sweetleaf tried to blink her tears away. It hurt, thinking about the tom she'd fallen in love with that day, the father of her litter that was never born, the tom who had ruined her life and made her hate herself more than she ever could have done without his help. The memories surged over her again, though, and she couldn't help but think about it. He'd offered to help her, she'd accepted, and they'd run off together in love after a few days. That was going to be her happy ending, her perfect life, everything she could have ever wanted, but no. Not when she got pregnant with his kittens. After the now eight moon old Sweetpaw had told him the news, he'd run off with another she-cat, and left the poor thing by herself. Though, after a considerable amount of days spent sulking and crying her eyes out, Sweetpaw decided she was going to raise the kittens on her own. But it wasn't meant to be. That day, she had decided that she would join a new clan, but not RiverClan. Sweetpaw couldn't go back. WindClan was closest, and she decided that she would go there in the morning.

It was the middle of the night. Waking up was as vivid as if it had just happened. The moonlight was flooding in through the entrance to the cave, and anything looking in could see the crimson pool by her hind legs. There was a sticky, unfamiliar feeling between her legs, and she just couldn't place it. Then it hit her. Like a monster on the Thunderpath striking her delicate frame and shattering all of her bones in a heartbeat. Sweetpaw had been obsessed with medicine in RiverClan, and she'd spent enough time in the medicine den, listening in on hushed conversations, to realize what was happening. Tears pooled in her eyes, and she bit back a wail of agony and grief. Why was this happening to her? Why did she need to have all of this horrible stuff happen her her? Her mother dying, her littermates dying? She'd never even met her father before, and she was quite upset right now to say the least. Her kittens were now a miscarriage, and Sweetpaw was devastated. It wasn't fair! Nothing was fair, and it seemed the entire world hated her, until she heard the voice. A tom's voice, who then explained he was her father. He'd found her, followed her scent, and discovered her. With his care and comfort, he helped her to the WindClan camp, where she was accepted into the clan, and a few days later, promoted to WindClan's medicine cat apprentice due to her herbal knowledge that she'd shown while in the medicine den recovering from her horrible shock and blood loss from the miscarriage she had suffered from. Her new clan had reassured her everything would be okay. Then her father died. And she fell into a deep depression, until her adoptive family adopted her, and she felt a little more alive. Though it was evident something was deeply wrong with her, and would always be.

Shaking the thoughts away, Sweetleaf fell back into the real world, and gazed down at Aspenkit with concern and sympathy dancing in the deep, baby blue pools of emotion that made up the tortoiseshell and white she-cat's eyes. "Yes, I can help you Aspenkit. But first, let me get you some fresh-kill, and let you rest. You've traveled quite far if you've come here from ThunderClan." The medicine cat chirped, flicking her tail as her usual personality took over once more. The eighteen moon old medicine cat of WindClan had come very far from when she had first joined WindClan. Back then, she'd been a pitiful, moping, depressed little she-cat with no lights, hopes, or dreams in her own, lonely little world. Though, slowly, lights were turned on in her world, and she started to warm up to the world and appreciate what she had been given. She'd pushed all the bad stuff away, and looked to the good that the world had to offer to her, and Sweetleaf ended up loving it all. "Come, follow me. I'm Sweetleaf, by the way. WindClan's medicine cat." She murmured softly, beckoning with her tail as she spoke.

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Aspenkit tilted her head she looked at the se-cat she looked a million fox-lengths away in her head at moment. Aspenkit waited patiently until they brought them self from out of their thoughts she blinked surprised and slightly startled as the she-cat offered to take her back to the Windclan camp to stay. She shook her head no but cautiously followed the she-cat she was following them more out of curiosity then the fact that she wanted her to. She was in fact starving but she wasn't going to say anything she wanted to see the Windclan camp just so she could say she had to the other kits at camp not that she was one to boast about things she preferred to modestly mention things and leave the boasting for her thoughts.

She figured the other kits would be jealous because she got to do something they didn't but they might use this wandering act as a chance to yet again like so many times before mention that Aspenkit was not Thunderclan born but a loner, a rouge and outsider a forgotten and unwanted kit that Thunderclan took pity and only took care of out of pity more then anything else it was something she would always have to live with for the rest of her life she would spend her moons fighting to gain the respect and struggling to prove that although she was not born in Thunderclan she is loyal and she is a Thunderclanner at heart no matter what they want to think and say to her.

She blinked as the padded over the hill she stopped and stared in awe at the seemingly never ending stretch of open ground broken by heather bushes and the other clans territories and not to mention the end of windclan territory but to her the territory seemed endless she could run as far and fast as she wanted provided she didn't trip and make a fool of herself. She always tripped at Thunderclan camp because her extremely small stature it was another thing her clanmates used to bully and insult her with but she never let them see her show any kind of weakness to them not ever she would show them all one they'd see.

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^{"Now, I'm trusting you not to spill any secrets out to you ThunderClanners. I'm only taking you back to camp because Miststar would flay me if I didn't." Sweetleaf laughed with a gentle flick of her tail. Of course, the she-cat with the one declawed paw was no threat to the little kitten, but then again, the medicine cat figured she must be a bit scary to the kitten. Being of an enemy clan and all, and smelling weird. When she’d been a kitten, Sweetleaf had been afraid of every single other one of the clans, until she was around four moons old, and she realized how some of the other clans weren’t nearly as wonderful as RiverClan. And when she showed up in WindClan as an apprentice? Perfecto, her fear of other clans was gone because she knew that she would pretty much be welcome anywhere if she used her saddest expression and such. It honestly worked every single time she did it. It seemed wrong, but Sweetleaf often times felt like going a bit out of her comfort zone, and changing it up a bit. “So, you don’t have to be afraid of me. I’m just a medicine cat. I can smell your fear scent, kid.” The calico she-cat giggled, her eyes bright and gentle as she spoke.}

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Aspenkit nodded she didn't think she would remember much of anything of her trip in two or three moons time once her training had started she'd be too focused on becoming a good warrior to remember an arrant trip to the heart of Windclan territory it's camp. She looked up at Sweetleaf embarrassed as she realized that she was indeed scared her fur was fluffed up and ruffled but that was to be expected she was about to enter Windclan camp and see their warriors, deputy and leader she didn't know much about the Windclan leader but she figured now was her chance to come face to face with the Windclan leader. She wondered if her clanmates would try and get her to tell them about the Windclan camp and territory so they could launch an attack she knew in her head that she wouldn't tell them anything she would feel terrible she was the reason why windclan was attacked so she vowed to protect Windclan.