Lost [Assignment - OPEN]

[~XxSnakethxX~]

Willowkit struggled through the moorland. He wasn't sure how far he was from his RiverClan home, but he was sure he was going in the right direction. After being stolen, he'd been pawned off to another rogue, who had seemed kind. However, he had run away from the kind rogue in an attempt to get back home. Now, his head and tail hung limply as he practically dragged himself through the unfamiliar land. 

"I have to close, right?" he mumbled, exhausted. "This has to be the way back home..."

He trudged forward, but once he reached a heather bush a few tail-lengths ahead of him, he collapsed in a sprawled heap. The timid kit could only imagine how upset his mother must be for him and his siblings to have been stolen. Even worse, his siblings had been separated from him. They'd each been pawned off to a different rogue, and now Willowkit could only hope to be found soon by a cat instead of soon by a fox.

[harmiie]

✖ ░░░░░░x░ Cinderheart

    "Mothkit! Laurelkit! Willowkit!"

    His voice rang out, echoing through the masses of bright colored heather. The grey tabby momentarily considered if any of WindClan's warriors would hear his calls, as he had knowingly crossed their border some time ago, but for the moment - he swore to StarClan - he simply did not care. At any other time he'd be strongly against breaking the warrior code, but this was urgent; RiverClan's kits - his own kin even - had been stolen from right under their noses. It infuriated him. And while he had patient enough to wait for Lionstar's search orders, unlike Frosttalon who had burst out camp in a flash, there was no way he was going to stand idly by and wait for a WindClan patrol when it potentially meant the end of one young one's life.

    Let WindClan come, then. He'd shred their pelts and wouldn't be leaving until he knew the kits were safe again.

    ... Said the tom to himself as he brushed through another clump of heather, the bright pollen getting into his nose, causing him to sneeze loudly. Repeatedly. It was also getting in his ears and eyes, making them itchy - it was driving him crazy! How in StarClan's name, he wondered, could any cat live here? He longed for the cool waters of his home and trudged forward.

    It was some time back when the trail of the rogue had went cold, one of the kits - he couldn't tell which - had seem to have wandered off on their own. In this unfamiliar terrain, he couldn't be sure where the kit had gone, so he kept calling out their names, hoping one would hear and appear.

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ooc;; any windclan kitties? uwu or foxes are kewl too idk.
/lsuptosnakehrly

[~XxSnakethxX~]

He wasn't sure how long he lay there, sprawled under the heather bush, until he heard calling. The young kit struggled to remember whose voice was calling him. He couldn't be going to StarClan, not yet! Willowkit, upon recognizing Cinderheart's calling, mewled weakly in relief. He continued to mewl in the hopes that Cinderheart would find him. 


"Cinderheart," he coughed with his sore throat, "Cinderheart."

[splashtana ★]

He was confused, to be honest. Extremely confused, and as soon as the strong scent of WindClan washed over him, he felt his ears flatten in slight horror. Of course, if Frosttalon had been with them, he wouldn't have dared to show how scared he was. Not in front of his father. But, alas, Frosttalon wasn't around. And the pure white kitten was about to just act all strong for no apparent reason. Looking over to Willowkit, he frowned, his deep blue eyes wide with horror. "Willowkit, I'm scared," he whispered, trying to keep his voice steady. Though, Willowkit wasn't there. Alarmed, the son of Frosttalon halted, eyes flaring in horror. Where had his siblings gone? "Willowkit! Mothkit!"

As soon as Cinderheart's voice pierced his ears, the kitten suddenly took of running once more, searching for the source of the voice. Coming over the rise, he spotted the warrior, and immediately dashed over to him, relief flashing in his eyes. "Cinderheart, I can't find Willowkit or Mothkit, we need to find them," the little kitten meowed, slightly afraid of the warrior's reaction, but determined to find his littermates nonetheless.

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{it's not too late to respond??} Mothkit shuddered, cold breeze blowing her fur the wrong way. The kit didn't know how to return home, her sense of direction gone entirely. The rouge who had claimed her had abandoned her after a few hours of painful, mostly one-sided fighting. She was starving, and felt as though she was about to collapse. Trickles of blood flowed out of scratches covering her body, but she was still beautiful, in a horrifying manner. The she-kit did not call out, throat feeling too sore and raw already from all the screaming and pleading she had done. Desperation taking over, Mothkit tumbled to the unfamiliar ground, a sigh escaping her. This was it, then.

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FLICKERPAW
Flickerpaw frowned. She just couldn't focus! It was like everything smelled wrong, oddly fishy, and it was like the dead kits of Starclan were calling out to her. How was she supposed to get herbs like this? Then, one of the cries presented itself in a much more physical form. A small kit, beaten up and exhausted, apparently, was sprawled under a heather bush, calling out to a mysterious Cinderheart. "Kitten? Ya need help? Ah'm Flickerpaw, Medicine Cat Apprentice of Windclan," she introduced herself, tone kind, a strong undercurrent of fear and worry not-so subtly burrowing itself into her voice.
ooc;;

[harmiie]

ooc;; hokey, I think I got a lil time before bed, though excusr the blandness/shortness/typos etc. i'm on mah phone qwq bic;;

Cinderheart frowned and paused for a second, swearing that he had heard young voices, but couldn't entirely be sure. A small, greatly familiar shape moved in the corner of his eye; he almost thought of his brother, but it was lost in a heartbeat. "Laurelkit!" He said in relief, rushing over to the little one and giving the back of his ear a few comforting licks. "Are you hurt? Are the fox-hearts still here?" Cinderheart asked, a growl held in the back of his throat.

He stood a little straighter, catching a fresh scent of WindClan im the area, little did he know. Cinderheart paused, trying to distinguish from the overwhelming scents of blossoms and heather. The scents of rofues still lingered... And the sharp tang of blood as well...
A cold fear prickled at his heart. "Willowkit! Mothkit!" He shouted, louder than before. "Don't worry. I'll get you all home to Silverclaw." Cinderheart murmured to Laurelkit before scooping him up in his jaws and chasing after the ugly scent.

[~XxSnakethxX~]

Willowkit shifted painfully to look at Flickerpaw, as she had introduced herself to be. "W-Willowkit," he stuttered and coughed, shivering under the bush. Eyes glazed almost feverishly, he mewled weakly, "C-Could you f-find... Cinder..heart?" His stutters and weak mewls were interrupted by a fit of coughing. He shivered again, but didn't dare move in case he made his scratches even worse. Breath rasping, scratches stinging, voice sore and raw, he wasn't sure that he'd even be okay if he was found. No, he told himself, when I'm found.

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FLICKERPAW

Flickerpaw nodded at the kitten, but first replied. "Ah will, kitten, Ah swear by it, but first please lemme take ya back an get'cha alp fixed up?" She could hardly stand the sight of this poor kit, beaten and bruised. It didn't matter that he was from Riverclan. In Flickerpaw's eyes, he was nought but an abused kitten, one that needed saving. Of course, her sensibilities told her she at least had to make sure it was okay with him.
ooc;; mobile and way too short also, sorry!