Hello and welcome to Purrgatory! We are an 18+ Warrior Cat Roleplay set in an AU where the clans were unable to leave the forest territories and perished! It has been 100 or more years since then, the clans of the forest are but distant memories to any cats still alive, stories passed down to kits of strangely named wild warriors and leaders with nine lives but the time of the clans is upon us once more and the stars shine yet again.

TW: Sensitive Content PAFP Backwritten Camp SkyClan A million moments meant remembered rest in deep dark sound || Sneaking in & Intro

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Ptarmigankit

Ptarmigankit Ptarmigankit

I'd find myself sitting on that distant shore...
I'd find myself sitting on that distant shore...
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1k SkyClan
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Freshkill
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They/She/He
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Pheo
{$title} The night of the Gathering, while most of the clan has left to face their fellow clans, a stray kitten from a loner colony wanders into camp in desperate search for herbs to repay their debt. Though, something seems terribly wrong with the tiny thing.
———————————— You're not meant to sing along, it isn't that kind of song. ✦


TRIGGER WARNING
Descriptions of child mistreatment and medical neglect.​


The last few days were a blur. Like a hazy nightmare of aching paws and heaving lungs. Sickness they couldn't shake, having gripped them for as long as they remembered.

There were days of lucidity in the past, maybe. Days they had been well enough to be pried from their nest and sent to replenish the stocks they had wasted. The herbalist had begun to grow infuriated with them, unable to shake the sickness that had clung to their very being. While the hot season was rich for herbs, they were reprimanded for wasting good plants they needed to save for the cold season.

They had wandered for days now, the herbalist demanding they not return home until they had an adequate collection of useful herbs to restock what they had wasted. But Ptarmigan wasn't well when they sent him out. No, no, he was still writhing in pain from a fever that made their legs weak and fur stick to them from the heat their tiny body radiated.

Even though they had just reached their 4th moon, they had made so little progress in their growth that their littermates towered over them. That was, whenever they decided to visit them. Too busy playing and learning to give them any company in their bouts of wakefulness.

But like a respite, an oasis in the blazing heat of the night, they found... Something. There was a strong scent of something new, but their mind were too fuzzy to register what it was. More importantly, they found what seemed to be an encampment, similar to their own home, but it seemed rather quiet. That scent was still powerful, so it seemed whoever lived here had vacated for now. The Herbalist told Ptarmigan that they didn't care how they retrieved the herbs, but they couldn't come back empty-pawed.

The kitten took a moment longer to register what else clung in the air, a strange mixture. Strange cats, faint herbs, blood... Blood. Their stomach turned, unsettled. If they had been able to hold down any food on their travels, they would have hurled it up at the smell. Death clung to this place, a scent they knew far too intimately. Their whole body quaked, and for a moment, they hesitated. Turn back. Turn back and find herbs elsewhere. This place reeks of danger.'

How weak they were. The heat that radiated from their shaking form. They wouldn't survive pushing any further for herbs; if they didn't find some now, they would perish on the trek back. So with a heaving gasp of air, they pressed ahead.

The kitten knew the scent of plants, clipped and tucked away. Even in the haze of illness and death scent, like a fog blanketing their mind, they knew they had found the storage location of this colony's plants. Though their paws could barely hold their own weight up, they managed to slip within and bask in the mottled scent of herbs.

Their bleary eyes were trying to focus on what they could. To their horror, there were shapes amongst the darkness. They blinked, hoping it was some vision from their fevered state. But it moved. From the corner of their eye lay another shape. The air grew still and heavy. The scent of herbs was strong, but the scent of cats was stronger.

A lump formed in their throat, like tears might threaten to roll down their cheeks. It was no use; they couldn't grab anything if cats were here. They tried to back away, slip out unnoticed. But their balance was poor, stumbling over their own paws like a newborn fawn, crying out in a whimper of pain that they tried desperately to stifile.

Their tiny body shaking as they tried in vain to clamber to a standing position. Wide, watery eyes staring up at the cat, praying that they had gone ignored, maybe these were like their colony, overlooked the kittens until they became of use.

———— Now you're lying face down.
You blend into the background. ————
  • ooc - let @maxine / @SWALLOWBREEZE reply first please!
    Note: Cause this takes place DURING the gathering, only those who haven't gone are invited to reply so you don't cause a rift in space-time /silly
  • Ptarmigan
    ✦—Future Skyclan Kitten | 4 moons
    ✦—They/He/She
    ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
    ✦—A long-haired sealpoint kitten with tired amber eyes.
    #94e4ae
 
the moment darkness began to overtake the skies, skyclan departed to the gathering. swallowbreeze was left alone with her patients, caretakers, and the few stragglers hawkstar told to stay and guard camp. flourish of war is heard differently when your time is spending counting flowers, and her blood doesn't boil with that same fiery intensity. she hopes her clanmates come home with obscenities choking their throats and not on their own blood. swallowbreeze goes over a route for a herb patrol in her head.

for a few minutes, she slips away to the dirtplace. when she returns, she notices the shuffling in the back of her den. swallowbreeze feels her body tense up with anxiety as she comes up with an irrational fear of someone invading her own herb stocks... this would be time to do it, wouldn't it? carefully, slowly, she approaches the mouth of her den to poke her head in, then mentally will herself forward.

swallowbreeze yelps like she'd just seen a rat because, at quick glance, ptarmigan is not far from one. the child is frail, small, and sickly— the worst combination someone that young can be. a strange child, no less, who did they belong too? "how did you get in?" she asks, her voice uncomfortably high-pitched. her head swivels and she looks around the clearing, bug eyed, searching for the nearest clanmate to silently urge over.

"there's—" she clears her throat, "there's a random kitten in my den." the word help goes unsaid, but it's clear in her phrasing with how confused she sounds. most loners seeking shelter wait by the border. swallowbreeze couldn't kick just them out, it's against the code to ignore a kit in need. oh, stars, how will she explain this to hawkstar.
 
Duskpool has gone away to the gathering, and all she knows is that the Clan had been buzzing with uncomfortable energy the whole day. She'd been ushered to the nursery when outraged voices had risen in Skyclans clearing, and she had only been let out after everything had settled... But she still smelt the metal in the air, a tang of something unfamiliar... Nonetheless, shes enjoying her newfound freedom, curled around their sibling in the mouth of the nursery, a soft purr rumbling in her throat as paws slowly knead Cinderkit's side.

Theres- Swallowbreeze's voice rings out in to the camp, high-pitched... concerned? Almondkits ears perk forwards, head raising from where it had been placed on Cinderkits back. She untangles herself from her siblings maybe sleeping form, stretching down before she trots towards the medicine den to investigate, shes good at that after all! Theres a random kitten in my den.

She breaks out in to a sprint on stubby legs.

"ALMONDKIT TO THE RESCUE!" she all but cries a fierce, mighty war-declaration, charging forth in to the medicine den after Swallowbreeze. She had expected a kitten like her to be in there, but this kitten just looks... sad. She'd feel guilty rolling it over, and so gently she approaches, attempting to softly boop the kitten on the head. "It's called freeze tag, now- now you can't move until a warrior comes to untag you." she looks towards their medicine cat with pride shining in her eyes. She saved the day! Now to wait for a warrior to figure out what was wrong.

AND I WILL PROTECT YOU ♡ EVEN IF YOU WONT PROTECT ME TOO

  •  
  • ALMONDKIT ♡
    ( kitten of skyclan )​
    ❥ tiny chocolate tortie smoke with wide blue eyes
    ❥ honeycombsplash x duskpool; sibling to cinderkit
    ❥ peaceful powerplay allowed & welcomed
    ❥ penned by chuff

    "speech"
 
———————————— You're not meant to sing along, it isn't that kind of song. ✦


She stared up with teary eyes to the cat before them. They tried to shuffle away, petrified of the consequences these strangers might give them for their misdeeds. But instead of a snarl or swat, the cat spoke to them.

Ptarmigan had to swallow hard, throat dry and voice shaking as they managed to let the first words in days spill from the back of their throat. "I'm so sorry, I just need- I have to-" It felt impossible to continue to speak, every word reverberating from their back of their throat felt like they had swallowed brambles, tearing at the already irritated flesh of their throat.

They tried again to rise to their paws, trying to stay as small and shrunken as they could. Whole form quaking in terror. If they could scrape together some strength, they could slip out- Run- Hide- Something-

But, it wasn't just the bigger cat; it seemed her call had summoned someone else to the hovel. A small cat, a kitten too. Ptarmigan wasn't so sure if the sight of another young cat should reassure them, maybe there would be mercy, kindness... Though as the figure approached, Ptarmigan steeled themself, only for the other to gently press a paw to their forehead. He winced, pressure against their skull making the headache they had barely been able to ignore roar to attention.

A small whine of pain slipped from their throat, but from what the kitten said, it seemed as if they had been captured by their own foolish mistakes. It wasn't like they could run; adult cats would catch up easily, and a kitten was small enough to follow them to any small crevice they would try to slip into. They had already been away from home so long, would anyone even come looking?

So, they listened. Sat frozen in place with wide, petrified eyes staring up at the two cats, heart racing in their chest as they realised more cats would approach in time, whatever a warrior was. They were frankly terrified of the idea, what did they do to intruders here... "I'm sorry. I just needed to- For my colony I-" It felt nigh impossible to explain their predicament in the state of terror and sickness that clung to their form, feeling as if the ground beneath them began to tilt.

———— Now you're lying face down.
You blend into the background. ————
  • Ptarmigan
    ✦—Future Skyclan Kitten | 4 moons
    ✦—They/He/She
    ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
    ✦—A long-haired sealpoint kitten with tired amber eyes.
    #94e4ae
 
Despite the darkness that envelops the now deserted SkyClan camp, sleep doesn't grace Fitzgerald's fluttering eyelids. He lays sprawled out in Swallowbreeze's den, adamant about not giving her too much trouble with his usual idle chatter, but his entire being feels restless. He imagines Rosebelly as an apprentice—Fitzgerald had never really found equal footing to stand on between them, but now he wishes Rosebelly was here just to sneer at him for his previous rank as a daylight warrior. At least he was breathing then. At least Flowercloud and Teaselfeather were not drowning in grief that no amount of comforting words can heal.

Make them pay, Hawkstar. Revenge is not his usual style, but... murder is not usually something he has to deal with.

Fitzgerald's paws twitch as he slowly begins to drift off to dreamland, but Swallowbreeze's panicked yelp brings him back in an instant. He is on his feet before he can even register the movement; the cobwebs that hold him together threaten to slip off with the next breeze, but Fitzgerald doesn't care much for it at the moment. Hawkstar trusts him and the others who have stayed behind to protect the vulnerable. Swallowbreeze may not be as helpless as a newborn kit, but her lack of warrior training means that she has to rely on him... for better or for worse.

And then, Fitzgerald's eyes land on their invader. It takes him a moment to do so, because he had expected someone grown—maybe more ThunderClanners.

But it's just- a tiny kit who surely had seen better days.

"Oh."
 The sight of relief doesn't entirely sap him from remaining vigilant in case of a trap, but at least he doesn't need to jump into a life-or-death battle. Fitzgerald exchanges a look with Swallowbreeze.
"Almondkit, don't-"
 he starts to say. What if this stranger attacks her? They might not throw themself at him or Swallowbreeze, two grown adults, but Almondkit is much more closer to their size. Thankfully, she doesn't get hurt while carrying out her heroic plan.
"Thank you. That'll help."
 Anything to keep everybody from panicking, right?

The kitten sure is panicking enough. Despite having purposefully infiltrated the camp, they appear as frightened as any prisoner. Against his better judgement at a time like this, Fitzgerald crouches down and approaches them slowly, gaze kind but cautious.
"Hey, it's okay-"
 It's really not.
"For your colony? Are you far from home?"
 
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Oh, now I'm here and i'm hoping
for sun in the afternoon

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It feels like more of a haze than actual sleep, still restful but the mottled warrior found they did not particularly enjoy not remembering nodding off and then waking up hours later. Sleep tonight came uneasily, the faint scent of Rosebelly's blood flooding her senses even from the back of the med den. Her heart ached for the tom, for Flowercloud and her remaining children. Barely named a warrior and struck down with cruel claws.

A sound, a cry from an unfamiliar voice followed by Swallowbreeze's yelp pulls them from their drifting to sleep. Sagesong sluggishly lifts their head, neck craning to see what the commotion is. A kitten..? Not one of theirs, no... It's a terrified little thing, fear scent nearly overwhelming the scent of sickness radiating off of them.

Fitzgerald rises from his nest after Almondkit approaches the stranger, being the slightly more able-bodied of their medicine cat's patients, and she watches with bated breath. A kitten this young shouldn't be out. Certainly not trying to steal herbs- Riverclan's recent predicament comes to mind and Sagesong finds themself shaking her head in disgust when the kit speaks of needing their herbs for his own colony. Who was sending sickly kits out? Much less to steal?

"Relax, little one," They murmur, mismatched eyes warm. "No one is going to hurt you, I promise."

They shift slightly in their nest, wanting to rise to her paws as well to try and comfort the tiny tom but even with poppy seeds the warrior's wounds protested any large movement. And so they laid there instead, giving a reassuring smile and purr from somewhere deep in their aching chest.


26 moons
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skyclan warrior
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they/she
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bio


The Flood, The Feeling Comes Over
SAGESONG

✿—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
✿— Small, Curly-furred, Mottled Black And Brown Cat With Heterochromia.
#356458
 
———————————— You're not meant to sing along, it isn't that kind of song. ✦


The stirring of the adult cats - warriors she supposed - didn't remedy her quaking form. Watery eyes finally gave in with tears dribbling down burning warm cheeks as they stared up steadily, being surrounded. Ptarmigan managed to steel themself from hiccuping to try desperately to plead their case.

"The Herbalist- They need more plants 'cause I wasted them all." Their voice shook, nervous and small. It was the most they remembered saying in a month or so. They would pay for it in droves as their throat seized in pain, but he continued. "I-I keep gettin' sick again, they said I have to pay ev'rything I owe. The plants near my colony, they're nearly gone...." Ptarmigan sniffled, trying not to work themself up. Maybe the cats would be kind enough to give them herbs and allow them to leave...

And yet. These cats didn't seem so frustrated at him? Worried for certain, it seemed. She was just glad they hadn't launched into a fight off the bat, they hadn't been well enough to even watch the training of the older kittens, but their whole form still tensed in fear, ready for an argument at minimum to begin.

But even so, the bandaged molly spoke a promise that no one would hurt them. Maybe... Maybe they could relax. Just for a moment. Everything ached, more than that, everything hurt. Just staying upright was a strain on their form. They would be reprimanded for it when they returned to the colony, but it was better that than perishing in the travel home...

Tentatively, they sat down, giving their back paws some respite, tucking their scraggly tail in close as they stared back to the strangers, apprehensive about what they planned to do.

———— Now you're lying face down.
You blend into the background. ————
  • Replying to @FITZGERALD and @Sagesong
  • Ptarmigan
    ✦—Future Skyclan Kitten | 4 moons
    ✦—They/He/She
    ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
    ✦—A long-haired sealpoint kitten with tired amber eyes.
    #94e4ae
 

SNOWVEIL, 92 moons / SkyClan + Perm Queen
A lean silver black lynx point with milky blue eyes and many scars
Delights in listening to all that goes around, can be a bit gruff, will put you on your place
Tagging person here
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" Almondkit! " Snowveil's voice rang out like a claw snap, sharp and commanding, as her head poked into the medicine den. Her milky gaze swept across the space out of habit more than need, a frown settling on her face. " I can smell you in here, you little rascal. You should be in the nursery! " she scolded, though there was a faint undercurrent of fondness beneath the grumble. But then she stopped.

Her torn ear twitched. Something was off. A new scent drifted through the den, curling under her nose like a whisper. Not Fitzgerald. Not Sagesong. Not even Swallowbreeze. No, this one was unfamiliar. And she was certain... Certain she'd heard a kit's voice just now. One that didn't belong to Almondkit, or any of the others still tucked safely in the nursery. Her whiskers twitched, and she slowly padded further in, head held low, body alert, ears straining for sound.

" Is everything alright in here? " she asked, her tone cool but steady. There was a pause. The air felt thick, watchful. " I do believe... the scent of a kit I do not know is hanging in the air. " she continued, nose wrinkling ever so slightly as she tilted her head. Then with a softer voice even, more gentle she dipped her head down a bit, trying to look less threatening, which she knew was hard with all the scarring upon her face and body...

" Who... might you be, little intruder? "



DON'T LET MY CALM FOOL YOU
there's fire underneath this snow
 
is it any wonder things get broke?
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Ha had stayed at Skyclan's camp the night of the first gathering. Hawkstar hadn't wanted him to come, but he didn't. He'd rather stayed back to guard the nursery. With so many warriors gone he wants to be there if anything happens, so that he can protect his sister and the other kits. He's even allowed to sleep in the nursery for now, which he is glad about because he can be close to Wish like it has been before. He lies next to her, his tail curled protectively around her. Originally he planned on staying awake the whole night, though he constantly drifts between waking and sleeping, being neither fully awake nor asleep. Almondkits voice however wakes him fully. She said something about coming to the rescue, which means that there is a danger here somewhere. He's on his paws almost immediately to follow her. He wouldn't let anything happen to a kit, no matter who they are or how close he is to them.

He doesn't know what to expect when he enters Swallowbreeze's den, though it's surely not a kitten. He isn't sure how old they, though they must be older than Wish if they came here all on his own. Still he's so small and seems so fragile. Seeing them invokes the same fierce protective instinct he felt when he saw his little sister for the first time. No matter what his new clan mates wanted to do, he is going to help this kitten. Though he doubts they would turn her away, since they have helped him and his sister. He lowers himself to the ground in order not to frighten the kitten even more and offers her a friendly smile. "Hello little one. I'm Briar. What's your name?" His gaze is soft and his voice gentle. It's the same voice he usually only uses when talking to his sister. His heart sinks when he hears what the kitten says about his colony, though he still tries to keep a friendly face. That's… not how things should be. And from what he noticed things aren't like this around here. "Oh dear, you shouldn't owe them anything. A plant is never wasted, if it has helped you, even if you get sick again."​
it's all become too much »--•--« maybe I'm not built for love
  • ooc
     —— xxx
  • 'cause in my
    heart
    , in my
    head
    , I'll never take back the
    things
     I
    said
    ​
    ​
  • Briarpaw he/him
    ♡ chocolate rosette tabby tom with a white blaze and white paws as well as one green and one blue eye
    ♡ apprentice of Skyclan
    ♡ 8 moons; ages on the 2nd of every month
    ♡ speech thought physical interaction attack
    ♡ peaceful and healing powerplay is allowed

    penned by Nightfox​
​
 
———————————— You're not meant to sing along, it isn't that kind of song. ✦


Looking up, more cats slowly approached the den, concerned by the ruckus. To which they were mortified about. Their "sneak" mission had been an utter failure.

They brought a paw up to their face, wiping away tears from their cheeks, trying to seem braver than they really were. "P-Ptarmigan. My name's Ptar-" They tried to slip the last of their sentance out, but a tickle in the back of their throat devolved into unbearable pain as the kitten doubled over coughing into their own paws, an awful wheezing noise from their chest making it all that harder to recouperate their breath.

Tears stung their eyes again as they just about managed to cling to a gasp of a breath. "I should go- I don't- I need to-" The kitten tried to take a step foward, but in their first mistake of relaxing their paws promptly gave out beneath them as they tried to stumble forward, collapsing in a dazed heap. A whine of pain rolled from the back of their throat. Everything seemed dreadfully futile. Walking was impossible, let alone stealing.

The words of the slightly older young cat rang through their ears, but they felt like they were clogged all a sudden, painfully so. Their chest heaved painfully, trying to keep herself from coughing again, their throat already in agony from the fit of spluttering that threw them off guard. Waves of pain as their fever sank its teeth deeper in her pelt made everything feel fuzzy and distant...

——— Now you're lying face down.
You blend into the background. ———
  • Replying to @snowveil and @Briarpaw
  • Ptarmigan
    ✦—Future Skyclan Kitten | 4 moons
    ✦—They/He/She
    ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
    ✦—A long-haired sealpoint kitten with tired amber eyes.
    #94e4ae
 
swallowbreeze would've taken anyone to help, but almondkit wasn't exactly who she was looking for. her jaw finally shuts, and her head turns to share a glance with fitzgerald, the both of them very much out of their element. the medic falls quiet as more cats approach because of her embarrassing yelp, the tips of her ears burning in shame— the poor kit didn't deserve that kind of welcome.

her ears lower sympathetically at how difficult their cough sounded. it's a miracle they had the strength to wander all the way into their camp... maybe starclan hadn't abandoned them just yet. "okay... let's not crowd this kitten, it's small enough in here as is." a sickness this phlegm-y began to worry her, many possibilities could be hidden within the frail bones of ptarmigan. her den already contained two long-term patients, she has the herbs to help if things took a turn, but sagesong is the cat she's worried about the most. "uh—briar, would you mind grabbing some moss for ptarmigan? take almondkit with you." she looks over her shoulder to skyclan's second-newest addition, her face apologetic, unused to giving out even the smallest of orders. swallowbreeze won't stop snowveil from coming in if she chooses, a caretaker would be helpful in case the kitten tries to freak out.

"my name is swallowbreeze, i can um... i can help you get better, is that alright?" she tries to diagnose the kitten by sight, and her heart twists over what this might be. whatever it may be, she hopes it's not contagious.
 
is it any wonder things get broke?
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The little kitten, Ptarmigan, is sick. It made everything that she told them even worse. Who would send out a kitten to pay off a debt they never should even have when they're sick? It's really unfathomable for him. Briar is no expert, but the next heaving cough of the kitten seems really bad to him. He wants to help Ptarmigan, comfort her, warm him and tell him everything is going to be alright. The problem is he just doesn't know how to help them. He isn't a medicine cat, so he doesn't know which herbs they need to feel better. He's sure Swallowbreeze knows what to do. She's a medicine cat, so she must know what to do. He just wanted to ask her if he can help in anyway, when she tells him to go get some moss. He dips his head towards the medicine cat. "Of course, Swallowbreeze. I'll do everything I can to help."

He turns towards Almondkit and aims to gently nudge her shoulder. "Come on Almondkit, we're going to get the best moss in Skyclan's camp for Ptarmigan. I bet you know just where to find it." He waits for Almondkit to go first, before he turns to leave the medicine cat den. Before he goes, he casts one glance at Ptarmigan. He's worried about the little kitten. He's sure Swallowbreeze knows what to do and that she will do everything she can to help Ptarmigan. Still that doesn't stop him from worrying.​
it's all become too much »--•--« maybe I'm not built for love
  • ooc
     —— xxx
  • 'cause in my
    heart
    , in my
    head
    , I'll never take back the
    things
     I
    said
    ​
    ​
  • Briarpaw he/him
    ♡ chocolate rosette tabby tom with a white blaze and white paws as well as one green and one blue eye
    ♡ apprentice of Skyclan
    ♡ 8 moons; ages on the 2nd of every month
    ♡ speech thought physical interaction attack
    ♡ peaceful and healing powerplay is allowed

    penned by Nightfox​
​
 
Heeding to her directions, the kitten stays put and Almondkit feels another surge of pride for her plan working. Of course it would! All of her plans work, except when they don't. "Colony?" Almondkit echoes, eyes round with confusion as the kitten starts stammering something out, only to abruptly stop as Fitzgerald and Sagesong approaches. Its a sad sight, and Almondkit pities them as much as she tries not to. Mouth drops open in shock as the kitten explains that their herbalist (whatever that means, almondkit isn't great at reading between the lines but she has a feeling its like a medicine cat) makes the kit repay what they use on herbs. "Why don't you stay here then? Swallowbreeze doesn't make me do that." spoken matter-of-factly, dumbfounded at the least. If Swallowbreeze did make her do that, well… Their poor medicine cat would be out herbs, she could hardly tell the scents apart in here!

More cats approach and she hears Snowveils voice ring out with her name and she audibly groans, ears swiveling back as the caretaker enters the den too. "I was saving Swallowbreeze!" she whines, but her attention is quickly stolen by the new kit too. Too many cats in here, now. Almondkit takes a step back.

Swallowbreeze speaks up.

"OKAY!" Almondkit yips in excitement as she delegates the task of pretty much getting her out of there (unbeknownst to her, of course) to poor Briarpaw. She shuffles towards the den entrance with the apprentice, only to stop and turn back "You're my new best friend, 'kay? So- So you gotta let Swallowbreeze help you so I can show you how to play my favorite games!" Almondkit nods, voice strong with conviction before she turns and teeters out, hellbent on getting the bestest moss for the new kitten.

AND I WILL PROTECT YOU ♡ EVEN IF YOU WONT PROTECT ME TOO
  • out!
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  • ALMONDKIT ♡
    ( kitten of skyclan )​
    ❥ tiny chocolate tortie smoke with wide blue eyes
    ❥ honeycombsplash x duskpool; sibling to cinderkit
    ❥ peaceful powerplay allowed & welcomed
    ❥ penned by chuff

    "speech"
 
Staying back from the gathering was something that Mulberryburst was more than glad to do, the lack of trees and cover in fourtrees making it harder for him to stay above the others that would be there making it easy to simply volunteer to stay behind for this first gathering of all the clans, ready to keep guard on the camp in case it was somehow some sort of trap to get the cats out of their homes to sneak in and steal or kill.

He must have nodded off slightly or blinked at the wrong time, gone to the dirtplace at an inopportune moment for from his spot trying to stay awake through the night waiting for the cats from the gathering to come back home so he could hear news then sleep he heard the noise of a confused Swallowbreeze behind him, the words of a stranger in her den - a kitten no less - and as he quickly pad his way over (albeit with less urgency than some others as he saw they were already there and surely all of them could handle a single kitten?) Mulberry couldn't help but to prick and swivel his ears to try and listen to what was already being said, cats leaving the medicine den to gather moss and give more space. He poked his head in for but a moment, refusing to fully enter the place where sickly and injured lie trying to rest and heal. "Y'think they could use some food or..." Would it make things worse?

He knew nothing of herbs, nothing of healing or whether or not something like that could harm the kit, just knew that she was small - too small for being able to walk all the way here and rummage through some leaves on their own - so food couldn't hurt right? As he wait for an answer he'd move out of the way of any cats trying to exit or enter the den, waiting quietly outside within earshot, eyes flickering inside carefully.
OOC
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MULBERRYBURST he/him, skyclan 24 moons old.
a tall lanky cat
mentored by none // mentoring Jaypaw
littermate to Maple
bisexual/romantic, single, crushing on no one
NPC x NPC / father to none / mated to none
peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
penned by tikki ↛ rabbitcake on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
 
———————————— You're not meant to sing along, it isn't that kind of song. ✦


Through bleary eyes and shaking paws, the now curled up kitten watched the cat she can only assume is the herbalist of this colony gently give orders to the growing crowd. Ushering away the kinder, older kitten and the smaller one who had given her a fright. Yet, it seemed this Almondkit (Peculiar name...) was frankly deadset on being friends with Ptarmigan. The smallest flash of a smile happened upon their face, it was hard to find a kind face at home, let alone one her own age willing to befriend her.

Tiring eyes rolled to meet the herbalist, or Swallowbreeze (Are all these cats named like this?) she identifies herself as, asking if she could... Help them? An unease settled in their stomach. Another debt. More to owe. But they had no choice; they couldn't survive out there without it. So, almost begrudgingly, they nodded. "You can try..." She muttered, almost defeated.

The amount of remedies they had gone through in their short lifetime had earned them the ire of their own healer, but here they could very easily be snuffed out if they acted any way these cats did not see fit, having no idea if this colony functioned like their own.

More cats milled by, a brown-ish sort of one asking if they would need food, the pale scarred one still hovering about with gentle eyes that looked at her almost pitifully, the two injured cats whom they had managed to awaken with their intrusion. So many eyes, so many observers, and yet not one raised voice.

Not a grumble at having to feed her, but the open offering to bring her food... Their eyes glittered at the offer, having been so focused on travelling and far too small to hunt meatier prey, they had been mostly subsisting on berries they had learned were sweet and filling, but not enough nutrition for a growing kitten.

But, they would let Swallowbreeze decide; maybe they couldn't eat yet, they didn't want to cause more issues than they already were. Instead, they shakily shuffled their paws from beneath them, still splayed awkwardly from their stumble, trying to find a comfortable way to sit. She didn't know what she needed to do yet, but Ptarmigan sat quietly, awaiting to be told what to do. But first- "Thank you." Her voice was small, but shaking a little less; slowly, the fear started to die down, adrenaline wearing off as she craned her head up to look at the healer, grateful for the kindness of these cats.

——— Now you're lying face down.
You blend into the background. ———
  • Ptarmigan
    ✦—Future Skyclan Kitten | 4 moons
    ✦—They/He/She
    ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
    ✦—A long-haired sealpoint kitten with tired amber eyes.
    #94e4ae
 
I like it better when the sun shines,
Give me those good times, then I'll be alright​

MILKHEART, He/Him / 35 moons / Skyclan Caregiver
Seal Sepia tom with high white, has scruffy tipped ears, a long fluffy cream-white tail and amber-caramel eyes
Former mate of DUCHESS, Father of CREAMPAW, SWIRLPAW and CHESTNUTPAW
Radiates Dad Energytm​, good with kits, warm and amicable (totally doesn't look like a hot chocolate, except he does)
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Milkheart had watched his clanmates exit camp and go towards the gathering. Of course, naturally he was apprehensive of a few things, such as any of his three girls being allowed to go; but he trusted the others would keep them safe.

Then, perhaps more pressingly, he was apprehensive of the state of fury and unmitigated aggression the departing group held overall— however, he knew better than to outright say anything. Not only because it would have been highly likely that he would be lashed out at but because if they went too far and broke the code themselves, they had to learn the hard way. Milkheart just hoped it would not go down that way.

'I hope you do the right thing...' With a sigh, he turned back towards camp as soon as those going to the gathering were all out of view.


His attention was eventually brought to the confused yelping of Swallowbreeze, but given what she had said, Milkheart wasn't all that alarmed. If anything he was more concerned that Almondkit had rocketed their way into the medicine cat den, near enough leaving Snowveil in the dust! "Whoever ends up as his mentor will have their paws full, I swear..." Milkheart added to Snowveil's statement on Almondkit needing to keep to the nursery.

There was still the matter of, well, the supposed random new kitten that had all but suddenly appeared. Afrer Briar and Almondkit scurried away to fetch some things, Milkheart was able to get a better look at the unfamiliar little thing. "Oh stars..." Milkheart frowned, concern etched through his very being. Situating himself out of the way but next to Snowveil, he let Swallowbreeze do what she could for now. "Snowveil, they're not in a good state. They're so small and sickly that they look like they're only two moons old, but given how I've heard them speak they might be older." Wherever this little one had come from, they weren't given proper care, and that was what bothered Milkheart. "Swallowbreeze, do you think we could spare them some freshkill like Mullberryburst suggested? Something small so they're not overwhelmed, a mouse perhaps? I could check the nursery for something smaller if that would be better and I'll hunt for more after to make up for it."

Anything he could do, he would do it. One does not leave a helpless kitten alone to suffer. it was more than part of the Warrior Code for Milkheart. It was a fact of life! Then, even more than that— it was his very soul.

I tell you what— you better not be bringing bad vibes,
Leave your troubles behind, then I'll be alright​
 

SNOWVEIL, 92 moons / SkyClan + Perm Queen
A lean silver black lynx point with milky blue eyes and many scars
Delights in listening to all that goes around, can be a bit gruff, will put you on your place
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Snowveil listened quietly as Briar spoke, her torn ear twitching ever so slightly in thought. The boy had no 'paw name yet, but he already carried himself with the quiet weight of someone who cared. That much was clear. He looked after the kits, supported his new clanmates, and acted with heart. A faint smile tugged at her lips for just a heartbeat. But then.... There was coughing. Her ears snapped back slightly at the sound. The kit's voice had broken into a fit, hoarse and labored. Weak. The little one was sick. Very sick.

Snowveil turned her head slightly, ears angled to catch the soft, strained words as the kit, too small to be out here on their own, insisted they should go. " Oh, little bird... " she murmured gently, the nickname slipping from her with quiet fondness. " You needn't run off. You're not well. The best thing you can do now is rest… stay until you're stronger. " At Swallowbreeze's subtle cue, she stepped back slowly, careful not to bump into anything. Her whiskers twitched as she reoriented herself. She could hear Briar and Almondkit bustling around, taking their assigned tasks seriously. Good. It would keep their minds focused, and give the kit space.

Swallowbreeze offered help in the way only a medicine cat could. Snowveil appreciated her. Bold and tireless. As for Cinderkit and Almondkit, those two little troublemakers had stolen a piece of her heart long ago, wild energy and all. Then Mulberryburst spoke. Snowveil gave a thoughtful nod, waiting patiently for Swallowbreeze's input. She didn't speak until both Milkheart and Mulberryburst had offered their insights. " I myself think… perhaps a little bit of food might do the scrap some good. " she said at last, voice soft but sure.

She turned her head toward the scent of the kit, her tone warming just a little. " They may be small, but if they traveled far, they might be older than they look. Just worn down. " She tilted her head slightly. " A mouse seems like a fine suggestion. If Swallowbreeze agrees, go ahead and fetch one. Let the little one try just a few bites. Slowly, little by little, so it doesn't come back up. " she chuckled before carefully heading toward the exit of the den.

" Let's not frighten the little bird with too much kindness all at once. "



DON'T LET MY CALM FOOL YOU
there's fire underneath this snow
 
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