Too Cold Outside (Mirrorpelt Assignment)

[Maggles]

She had been chasing after them for a few minutes now. Those stupid rouges broke into the nursery and stole the kits and murdered a queen who was defending the tiny beings. Amberblush was her name. That cat was her mom's sister and only sibling. Mirrorpelt, despite a bleeding gash on her shoulder, gave chase. The thieves were picking up their pace and her shoulder was throbbing and growing stiff now. She was forced to stop. As she watched the tail of the last of them disappear through the plants, a yowl escaped her parted jaws. "I'm so sorry! I tried to get them back... and I failed. I'm... so... sorry." A big rush of air escaped her aching lungs and she collapsed on a soft bed of grass. "So... sorry." Just then, there was a rustle behind her. She was immediately up and her fur was raised. "Show yourself, mange pelt!" The energy and frustration from the chase had yet to wear off. "Come out to where I can see you!"

[Petrichor]

Stormpaw had been patrolling the edge of his territory when a couple of cats barrelled past him, nearly knocking him off his feet. They were gone before Stormpaw could return the favor or call after them, but the irritation lingered. Which is why Stormpaw's pelt rose in anger as another cat called in his direction. "Who are you calling mange pelt, featherbrain?" Stormpaw stepped forward, his fur raised. It was a WindClan cat, and though subconsciously Stormpaw knew that whatever she was after had nothing to do with him, it had been a long day, and he wasn't about to let any cat call him anything.

[Mama Oak]

Redfang heard his clanmate's yowl, but couldn't discern her words through the thickening foliage and the fierce drumming of his own heartbeat. He had been chasing after the rogues behind Mirrorpelt all the way from camp, but the she-cat was quicker than him and had pulled quite a significant lead on the older tom. At the sound of her cry, he forced his paws to move quicker, despite the tire that was beginning to touch his fatigued muscles. "Mirrorpelt!" He called out with concern, before he came upon his clanmate, where she was facing a smaller, black tom — both of their pelts bristled. Gaze darting between the two felines, Redfang stepped beside his clanmate to face the other. But his pelt remained flat and his composure calm. This cat was not their priority, not when a group of rogues had murdered a queen and made off with WindClan kittens. But he couldn't just race off into BloodClan territory (Jagged wasn't the most reasonable of felines, he knew), nor leave his weary clanmate to face this — apparently hostile — tom on her own. "Are you okay?" he asked the she-cat beside him after dipping his head to the tom respectfully, though his eyes remained trained upon the other. Words: 209 Tagged: Mirrorpelt/Maggles, Stormpaw/Trix Status: Open/Assignment Muse: Decent enough Notes: Hope this is okay enough

[Mistress Tatl.]

...alright...

The day had begun like any other. Whitepool had been hovering over him, staring at him. He felt like he could always feel her stare, sometimes joined by another pair of eyes. They were the only eyes he could name, because he knew they belonged to the cat he was constantly nestled against. The queen nursing him. His mother, perhaps? Something about that word didn't seem quite right though.

Sheepkit and his siblings had been born many naps ago. But Sheep-kit had no idea the number of days, as he had not yet opened his eyes. Not that he couldn't. he just didn't feel like it. He could constantly feel his brother and sister clawing and clambering over him, mewling pitiful whines and trying to explore now that they could see. Sheepkit didn't need that. He just wanted to stay put and think. So he hadn't bothered with opening his eyes.

Of course, that meant he hadn't expected to be snatched from his comfortable nest. It was the only reason his eyes were open now. He was cold and uncomfortable, being dangled from the jaws of a strange cat. His cool, gray eyes looked around, taking in the scenes.

Oh yes. This definitely wasn't home.

His calm eyes looked around at the other rogues, running with them. More than one was carrying a kit like him. His siblings, perhaps? Or other Windclan kits. He couldn't smell them from here. Sheepkit sniffled slightly at the cold air, and sneezed. Ugh. How cumbersome to be dragged away from home like this. A pitiful wail left his muzzle as he wiggled slightly, not trying particularly hard to get free. No, he wasn't that concerned. He knew well that Whitepool wouldn't let these rogues get away with him. He suspected the other cats who stared at him would feel similarly.

Suddenly, he was falling. The rogue had dropped him. In the middle of nowhere, no less. He was freezing. it seemed Sheepkit was about to be left behind. Maybe he was too loud. Maybe they didn't like him. Either way, there was quite a ways to go back home, if he could even find his way.

Wiggling to his unsteady, weak feet, the puffy little kit began to hobble off. His thick, woolly pelt kept him warmer than the other kits probably felt, at least. Still, it was soft, and of little use without Whitepool's warmth. All the more reason to find his way home. He could only waddle with the amount of fur he had, so waddle he did. In the direction he suspected he'd come from. Sheepkit let out a little wail, in case anyone was nearby to help him.

TAGS: Maggles Mama Oak Petrichor
WORDS: 448
NOTES: I hope it's okay I jumped in! I can delete it if y'all want.

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[Petrichor]

The BloodClan apprentice felt his pelt heat slightly as another cat came up and asked if the she-cat was alright. Stormpaw hadn't done anything to them! He did cool off slightly as the other cat nodded at him -- at least one of the WindClan cats knew not to call names when it was unneeded. Stormpaw suddenly realized how sensitive he must look at the moment and flattened his fur, remaining in a standing position, but looking much more serene than he did before."Relax, I haven't harmed anyone." The apprentice flicked his tail in the air. He couldn't discern why the WindClan cats would be hostile, and certainly why they would be so fast as to leave their territory... But he did. The cats that nearly ran Stormpaw over earlier... weren't they carrying something? Had WindClan been stolen from? The apprentice shook his head and began to speak. "Look, I'm not exactly sure why you're so hostile, but a couple of cats barrelled past here a moment ago. I think they were carrying something. If they were trying to lose you, I'd bet that they'd be heading over in... that direction," Stormpaw pointed with his tail. Suddenly, as Stormpaw was about to lower his tail, he heard the unmistakable wail of a kit from the direction he had pointed. Was that what had been stolen from WindClan? No wonder the other cat had been so anxious and hostile! Stormpaw stood up and turned towards the sound, his pelt bristling slightly that any cat would think to steal a kit. "If that's what I think it is and I'm correct in what you're trying to do, I'll gladly assist in helping you rescue those kits," Stormpaw meowed, words spilling out of his mouth as fast as he could say them. "But whether or not you want me there, I'd suggest getting over to the source of that noise before those other cats change direction."

[Maggles]

Mirrorpelt remained tense. "You know wha-" she was cut off but Redfang, who seemed to materialize out of nowhere. "I've got a nasty gash on my shoulder, but yeah, I think I'm okay. Thanks Redfang." She relaxed but her guard was still up. Bloodclan cats were unpredictable. There was a tiny mewling from somewhere in the forest behind the Bloodclanner. That's when the apprentice offered to help them. "Alright. Let's get the kits back." She began padding in the direction of the tiny sound.

[Mama Oak]

Redfang's ginger ears perked forward and his heart skipped a beat at the shrill whine of a kitten, cutting like the lethal talons of a large bird through the air. The pitiful cry of his kitten. When the BloodClan apprentice offered his assistance, the WindClan warrior did not need to be told twice and did not waste another moment. Sweeping past both Mirrorpelt and the black tom, he could barely muster the quick "thank you", before his stride lengthened and he barreled through the brush toward the noise. He needn't race far, before he came upon his son, Sheepkit (instantly recognized by the distinctive pelt from which he had earned his namesake). Redfang allowed a thrill of relieved warmth to flicker through his limbs, and a tight smile across his muzzle, as he whispered softly to the small kitten and checked him over for injuries... finding none. "Yeah, you're okay," he had to bite his cheek to stop himself from adding 'son'; a feat he knew would only grow harder as he watched his children grow, never knowing him to be the tom that fathered them. He would be their uncle and his sister their pretended mother, raising his litter to believe nothing less. They would be oblivious to the knowledge that Sweetleaf was the she-cat that had brought them into the world, just as the entire clan would be oblivious to the relationship they shared. After drawing his tongue once across the thick fur of his kit's head, Redfang turned to the other two felines. "Mirrorpelt, do you know how many kittens were taken?" He addressed his clanmate with a steady, unfaltering voice, and before she could answer, he directed another question to the other — the BloodClan tom. "You know the territory and I am no tracker — will you lead us?" His voice was level and concise, but his eyes pleaded and hurried. Words: 317 Tagged: Mirrorpelt/Maggles, Stormpaw/Trix Status: Open/Assignment Muse: Sdfjkhs Notes: Hope this isn't too unacceptable. Let me know if it is.

[Petrichor]

The other cat had just began to step forward in retrieving kits when the male one rushed forward, almost barreling Stormpaw over. There was a mention of thanks in there, but that didn't prevent the action. "I tell you, I'm really getting sick of this," the apprentice mumbled to himself. The apprentice ran after the other cat, not quite matching his speed, but certainly getting close. While his strength was minor, the apprentice was certainly fast. That had been part of his duo -- Stonepaw large and slow, Stormpaw small and fast. Too bad that was over. He found the tom huddled over a kit, presumable the one they had heard. It wasn't a very special kit, or at least not in a good way. The poor thing was fluffier than most kits were, and the fur certainly didn't look fine. That kit probably can't move much on his own, Stormpaw thought to himself. Let's hope StarClan lets him become a medicine cat, lest he fall on his face every time he leaves territory on patrol. Still, it was a kit. Kits were the future of the Clan, and Stormpaw could appreciate how the tom -- presumably the kit's father -- fussed over him. The tom seemed to be holding something back, though, and Stormpaw couldn't tell what. It bugged him, but it didn't matter. What mattered was getting the kits back. Stormpaw nodded as the tom asked if he would lead, if he was a bit unsure of himself. He had never led anything before, much less warriors much older than he. Much less warriors outside of his own Clan. Stormpaw sighed and stepped forward, glancing at the tom. "I guess we should get going. By the look of it, the rogues traveled southeast. You've got a nice kit, by the way," Stormpaw mentioned off-handedly. That was what fathers liked to hear, right? Damn if Stormpaw knew, but he felt like being polite. As Stormpaw began walking determinedly off in the direction he had pointed off to, he stopped and looked back once more. "By the way, my name is Stormpaw. It'd be much easier to call for one another by name if one of us finds a kit, correct?" It wasn't a direct question, but obvious enough. If WindClan cats didn't have the stupidity of birds.

Wow, Stormpaw could be a real jerk without even knowing it. Then again, being from BloodClan (and being around Rackham a lot,) Stormpaw would probably think that only kits' fathers fuss about with kits like that. I wonder how Redfang will treat this. Talk about timey-wimey, though -- I imagine this took place while Jagged was still healthy, and probably before Honeyleaf had revealed himself as a complete @$$#OL3. Note to self -- Stormpaw was really flippant to not-Littlepaw. Now he's really sarcastic and cynical to not-Littlecloud without using words.