TW: Sensitive Content Open Territory RC Abandoned Down, Down, Down By The River... || Box Kittens Intro

[Sapkit Sapkit]

{$title} TW: Abstract Mentions of Attempted Kitten Murder

SAPKIT ─── .✦Riverclan | Kit

It's been... strange. Time seems to have little meaning when the memories he has were so jumbled. Ripped away from the soft fur and warm milk, surrounded by the cries of his siblings, agonizing sharp pangs as sharp new teeth pierce through his gums. Two-leg voices--one deep, one high--loud and shouting at each other about something he could not comprehend. Tossed in a bag, pressed against the bodies of his siblings. Squirming, mewing, desperate to get little claws in the fabric and tear a way out even as the bag is carried off, swaying roughly.
All the while, those two-leg voices shouting back and forth. The sounds of rushing water, birds chirping, and a sudden stop. Then back and forth, back and forth, as if the two-legs were tugging on the bag. A loud shout from the deep voice, then quieter and quieter into the distance... The high voice two-leg speaking softly, untying the bag and setting him and his siblings into a small box on the ground. The high voice's words are lost, but the tone is gentle like a purr. Comforting. A tear lands on his forehead, a can of... pungent something left in the box with them. Food? Maybe. Not milk.

All of those memories play in his mind. For... how long has it been? Two moons? Only one? Time seems to have little meaning. All he knows is the here and now.

The can of food left by the high voiced two-leg is empty, his siblings are hungry, and the wind is getting colder with each passing day. He waits until his siblings are asleep, covered by bag to keep warm, before jumping out of the box. It's more of a tumble than anything, catching on the side before wriggling down to the ground. It's not a long fall, but the ground is harder than expected. A little damp, this close to water. What's the plan now...? Try to find food? A way back to wherever they had come from? He didn't want to venture too far from his siblings. Just walk around the box a little. get a scope of where they were--that would have to be enough for now.

Small but mighty

 

[Aurora♡ Aurora♡]

I had a dream I was seven
Climbing my way in a tree
I saw a piece of heaven
Waiting, impatient, for me

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The elderly molly found herself stretching her legs once more through the lands that now belonged to the river cats, blissfully unaware, in her own quiet way, that wandering here wasn't entirely... Permitted. Still, old habits tugged her paws along familiar paths, and it was on one of these that she spotted the young kit. The little one was circling something, a battered box with a torn flap and beside it lay an empty tin, the sort Twolegs sometimes left behind. Aurora's heart gave a sharp jolt. Had some careless two legs abandoned a litter out here? A dreadful thought... But not an impossible one.

With a heavy, sinking feeling, she approached with slow, careful steps, craning her head to get a closer look. The kit was alive, at least, marching around with an earnest determination only youth possessed. Aurora let out a quiet breath she hadn't realized she was holding. " Hello, young soul. " she murmured, her voice soft and warm as river-moss. " What are you doing out here all on your lonesome? Are your siblings still inside your little... Home? " Her gaze flicked toward the box, searching its shadowed doorway for any sign of movement. Better to assess the situation first, whether there were more kits, whether they were safe, whether she was already too late.

She offered the kit a small, reassuring smile. " Ah, I'm Aurora, little sapling. Don't you worry. I'm a friend. "

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[Poseidon]

POSEIDON

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Poseidon padded alongside Aurora, enjoying the gentle breeze ruffling purrs fur. The weather had gotten colder, a soft drizzle had started falling, but Poseidon didn't mind - purrs coat was fluffy and body round, warm.

The idyllic scene shattered in an instant as Aurora discovered a bundle of fur, a child, trotting around abandoned. Poseidon stared in shock - he had heard stories of twolegs doing terrible things, but never imagined them true. Yet all evidence suggested the scene before them was one just like that. "Are... are they okay?" Poseidon asked the older she-cat, paws trembling slightly. Not from the cold, but from the realisation of what must have transpired here.

Are your siblings still inside your little... home?

That was the moment Poseidon noticed the box and he walked over to it with careful steps, afraid of what he might discover inside. Lifting the little flap, Poseidon peered inside. Two little bodies, cold, but breathing. The tom nodded towards Aurora, wordlessly so as to not wake them up. They're alive. Comfort, though little.

Just then, a single snowflake landed on the palest kitten's round head through the gap. "Oh, sleet." Poseidon said softly, as the raindrops now fell with the first signs of snow.

What were they to do now? They couldn't just leave them there, not without a mother nor with the cold weather approaching, threatening to get only worse. Would it be safest for the kittens if they brought them to the campsite? But Poseidon could only picture the twolegs who had left them here and his own sinking feeling when he thought of Sonja and the way she treated him. Would they truly be happy like that? But then, what else? Maybe...

"Hey Aurora...?" Poseidon walked back to the molly. "Should we... should we bring them to RiverClan?"

 

[Sapkit Sapkit]

SAPKIT ─── .✦Riverclan | Kit

He was startled at the sudden, unfamiliar voice and jumped a foot off the ground before turning to face this stranger. Strangers, plural, once he saw the second cat. Hackles raised, back arched, he curled his lips and prepared to to let out a fierce hiss--but then she spoke. Soft, warm, kind... asking about his siblings. He let his muscles relax, just a little, though his tail remained fluffed and looking like a pine tree. His eyes darted between her, the other grown cat, and the little box his siblings were asleep in.

"Aurora..." he repeated, slowly. What she call me? Spapning? Slaping? Salp-? Sap-... Sap? Sap. He scrunched his nose and pushed the thought away--what she called him didn't matter right now. Right now, all that mattered was his siblings' survival. "...Yeah, is just me an' my litter. I... Iunno how long 'sbeen but... but we've been here since the two-legs left us."

Perhaps telling a strange cat all of this wasn't the smartest idea, but he didn't really have any other choice. Aurora seemed nice, and so did the other cat she was with. If he and his siblings were to survive... Well, they were just kits. Without any two-legs or any idea where their mother could be, they'd need to rely on the good will of any cat willing to help.

"River...Clan...?" he questioned, looking up at the other cat as he approached. Clan... other cats? Can I trust them...? I barely know these two... But... He glanced over at the empty tin. We need food. 'Sworth the risk. If things go bad I'll fight any big meanies! As he waited for further information from the two adults, he reached a paw over to wake his siblings.

Small but mighty