TW: Sensitive Content for the people, for the good ──✩°｡⋆⸜ blessings & curses

[juniperstar juniperstar]

{$title} abandoned kits, implied parental absence/death

juniper

"and this time, she won't be forgiving"​​

the forest stretches in long, grassy patches between the tall figures of imposing trees... though they are shrouded in yawning blankets of willowy shadows, the moon still peaks it's grinning smile in pale reflection against the ground. it is ever-watching as they make their unbothered walk towards the heart of the territories, the spot where all of them are meant to meet again someday in harmony. still... there is an itch to come so near to here, knowing hawthorn-berry stains dapple this grotto in more ways than one. verdant eyes flick towards her companions, just a small pair meant to help ensure the borders are secure... and that is all this late-night patrol is meant to be up until a shrill cry slices through the shifting breeze.

at first, she isn't sure she trusts her senses... maybe it is just an odd owl's call, the deceit of a hungry fox trying to mimic something that needs love and care to draw them close. but the spotted tabby's stomach twists uncomfortably at the suggestion not to check, not to be absolutely sure. "Stay close..." is all she manages to share with her apprentice before her paws draw forward, winding through the grassy, open space towards the jutting stones that mask the source of the noise.

rounding the bend reveals the too-small figures of too many kits, mismatched pelts and stinking of a mix of indecipherable scents. they don't hold the markers of any one clan... and no parent perches nearby to hiss at them to stay away. their brow furrows, though a warm sort of hunger blooms in the absence of twisting anxiety. a selfish want. "Do you see any signs of their parents?" the ThunderClan leader turns to face Fogsight and Boarpaw when the silhouettes of others seem to split from the distance, drawing nearer.

the timing could not be better... the appearance of representatives of every clan come to patrol and gaze upon a gift given by nameless benefactor.

"You must've heard it too? There's kittens here... they seem abandoned." a summary of their motivation for being under the Great Oak tonight, and a bid for help in solving what to do with them.

──✩°｡⋆⸜ ✮

• anyone is free to assume they're the cat she's talking to!
  welcome to blursed ball...
• juniperstar
  leader of thunderclan
  seven lives remain
  

 

[Boarpaw Boarpaw]

————————————— The melody sings what the words can't say. ✦

The dutiful apprentice padded close to his mentor and leader, blinking the exhaustion from their eyes with every step. He never complained about a patrol, even if he was still tired from training that morning, so he hoped it would be an uneventful visit to Fourtrees.

But it was as Juniperstar froze up and Boarpaw too recognised the shrill cry that clung in the air, sickeningly familiar to the pathetic chorus of wailing he recalled in his dreams of the mill, it made his stomach sink as he exchanged looks with his mentor and Fogsight. The molly whispered to him to stay close, and of course, he obliged. She seemed on edge; she had taught him well that fox whines could easily be mistaken, but as they all drew clearer, Boarpaw's own dread came to fruition.

A writhing bundle of them, alone. A bitter taste caught his tongue, and before Juniperstar could even ask, he desperately held his nose in the air, trying to find any stray scent. Looking up, not a single eye glinted in response from the canopy. Boarpaw's face crinkled sorrowfully. "N-no I can't. I think they have been abandoned...." His brow furrowed, sitting on his haunches beside Juniperstar and not far from the kittens, the night was high, and he worried the chill of the night might be dangerous for the kittens that small. A dull ache of recollection of his own abandonment with his siblings...

That was, until the scent of cats caught his attention, for a moment the oversized apprentice's eyes lit up, only to realise it was just as mottled as that of the kittens. Looking out there were more cats, from all the different clans. Boarpaw swallowed hard, apprehensive of the sight of Skyclan, the apprentice slinking close to Juniperstar defensively; he hoped no more blood would be shed before these already suffering kittens, but he wouldn't risk it.

——— You keep on grinnin'

and this world keeps nagging. ———

• 
  Boarpaw
  ✦—Thunderclan apprentice | 9 moons
  ✦—He/They
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A long-haired, dark grey tom with a prominent underbite and blue eyes.
  #a4bac1

 

[Fogsight]

Fogsight was keeping close to his leader. His fur bristled with the noises. Could it be something foul happening? But all the tension gave way to sorrow and apprehension at the sight of small kits. He nodded at Juniperstar's words. He looked around, sniffing the ground. Whoever left those kittens there, seemed to be long gone. No hint of them, at all.

"Yeah, I don't think their parents are around, no sight of them." Fogsight looked with suspicion at the approaching clans. He was just glad that Lavenderkit wasn't around, to not be put in danger. "The poor kits, all alone…" He shook his head.

With the approaching scent of the different clans, Fogsight felt his heart heavy. He wasn't very trustful yet of any of the other clans. He noticed, though, Boarpaw's apprehension, making sure to put himself close to the big apprentice.

"Hey, it's going to be alright," he whispered to Boarpaw. "Don't worry." Fogsight winked at him, trying to be comforting.

_____________YOU PRAY FOR SOUND ☆ AND I PRAY FOR SILENCE _________________

• "speech"
  thoughts
  
  ☆ OOC:
  
  Art by Monte!
  

• 

• FOGSIGHT he/him, thunderclanner, 31 moons.
  ☆ A tall and lanky blue smoke/albino chimera with piercing blue eyes with a hint of lavender in the left eye.
  ☆ Mentor of no one
  ☆ Lavenderkit's adopted dad
  ☆ Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ☆ Color = orangered
  ☆ Penned by draculaelliot ↛ draculaelliot on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[PIKESTAR PIKESTAR]

After what had transpired last gathering, he was unsure of bringing the whole clan with him. While he seriously doubts that another within Riverclan's ranks would try and kill him again, one couldn't be so sure. For that reason Frostmoth is by his side. The young deputy made the decision to exile Adderfang, had led this clan better than he ever could when he was alive. It was too late for him to take back the words he said during the council meeting. All he could do now was face Frostmoth and be better. To see the younger tom as an equal and show it. Green eyes glance at the deputy by his side, their eyes briefly meeting. The relationship between them was far from friendly, but at least they could look at each other now.

"I'll try and make it quick,"

he whispers to Frostmoth.

The only excited ones were the apprentices on their patrol. Galepaw (he could feel those eyes piercing his soul), Torrentpaw, and Lavenderpaw were chatting among themselves. He could make out bits and pieces of their conversation. Nothing too awful, just teens having fun. Unlike the warriors on this patrol who were on guard. Why wouldn't they be? While they had no issues with Thunderclan (not yet anyway), they didn't have the best relationship with the other clans. Namely Shadowclan. I talked to Sablestar awhile ago. I wonder if he really will come. He said he wouldn't deny Shadowclan the opportunity of a peaceful night... He shakes his head. No one knew of his meeting with Sablestar and he would prefer to keep it that way.

Ears flick at the sound of a shrill cry, silver paws race to the source. He is met with the sight of Juniperstar and her small group surrounding something. Before he can ask what exactly is going on, Juniperstar quickly answers it. Kittens. This was unexpected. He turns to his patrol, only to see the other clans have gathered as well. HUH?! Well... I guess it's expected. No one is going to ignore a cry like that. I would hope anyway. The situation is only grows worse as Fogsight and Boarpaw confirm that the kittens are all alone. Wherever the parents were didn't matter. What mattered is what will happen to the little ones.

"On our way here we didn't see any parents either."

He takes slow steps forward.

"I would like to take a closer look."

He doubts Thunderclan would be wary of him, but it was best to handle the situation with care. The kits by his paws are quite young. That is the only thing he is certain of. As for everything else... Why do they smell like everything?! I can't tell if they belong to Thunderclan. They sort of smell like them, but these kits also smell like Riverclan too. Is that Shadowclan? His nose scrunches. The Riverclan leader looks to his own clanmates.

"Was... Was there anyone else expecting in our clan who went missing?"

As they scrounge up an answer if they had one, Pikestar turns to Juniperstar.

"These kittens smell like all the clans. I can recognize Riverclan's scent on them, but there's hints of everyone else too. Juniperstar... Have one of your warriors gone missing recently? Or were expecting and are now gone?"

The mystery becomes all the more strange. If these were kittens with the scent of Riverclan alone, not only would he have gotten to the bottom of who their parents were, he would take them immediately home. However, the scents on each kitten were of all the clans. He couldn't just take them and the last thing he wanted was to separate kittens from their birth clan by accident.

𝐨𝐨𝐜 𓆩♱𓆪 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭

• @Frostmoth @lavenderpaw @Torrentpaw @Galepaw woe sudden patrol be upon yee
• PIKESTAR

  — leader of riverclan, former shipyard cat
  ♱ 40 moons — he/him — ages realistically on the 1st — mentoring iciclepaw
  ♱ speech is

  "#36D9AB"

  — thoughts are italics — attacks are underlined
  ♱ short haired silver mackerel tabby with green eyes
  ♱ peaceful & healing powerplay permitted — underline & tag when attacking
  ♱ penned by velou — kasaven on discord — open to plots & dms
  

 

[lavenderpaw]

At first departure, Lavenderpaw trotted dutifully in beside her mentor. She wouldn't err too far from his side... not immediately, anyways. As the trek grew longer, and their paws closer to their destination, the blue-furred molly couldn't help but drift closer to the older apprentices. Frostmoth doesn't immediately bite towards her (the tom rarely does, in truth.) She keeps him in mind while she mingles and chats with Torrentpaw and Galepaw, her tail flicking in the air. She's always marveled them, they being among the first Clan-trained cats. It's another fascination with firsts to her, but also... a not so discrete want to be liked.

"... I mean, it's not a far walk, right?" Lavenderpaw had pitched her idea to regather the youth of the Clans back at fourtrees for a night. She kept her voice low, aware of how close the warriors were, and desperately hopes Galepaw and Torrentpaw won't tattle on her. Before she can hear their questions, a cry cuts through the air. Pikestar hears it, clearly, and drags the patrol ever closer to it. Obediently, Lavenderpaw slips back to Frostmoth's side. Eventually they happen upon ThunderClan and a plethora of too-many kits. Stars, this litter rivals Wavesong's most recent one! ... Even they seem to lack in the parent department.

Lavenderpaw shares a glance towards Boarpaw first, confused, then towards the leaders who share that exact confusion. "Who would leave kittens out in the cold?" Lavenderpaw asks abruptly. Not RiverClan, and yet, here they are - with kits just as water-pelted as they are moor-legged, cloud-breathed, bog-pawed, and thistle-tongued. And any other manner of the phrases. Her ears in to her crown as she tries to dissect just who... but ultimately comes up empty pawed.