TW: Sensitive Content PAFP Border little bird, fallen down [➹] a kitten?

[sparrowkit .]

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[➹] Sparrow still wasn't sure what had happened. They knew their side stung really badly, and so did their eyes, blurred with tears and a nose full of sniffles. They knew something really bad had happened at home, something that had made their family really scared. Something that had made them scared, too.

Mama had told them to hide. There were... people, but there were always people, giving them food and affection. These ones had been loud in a way that had scared Sparrow. Some of them held dark sticks that were far, far louder.

It was hazy and confusing. They were scared. Sparrow didn't know what to do, and so they had ran. Ran and ran, away, as fast as their little legs could carry them, until they had tripped on a twig and scratched their side against something sharp. It hurt. Sparrow was alone.

It could hardly be considered shelter, the way they crouched and curled up tight into themself beneath a wilted fern leaf, nose pressed into dirt, but it was all they had, and they weren't keen on moving.

Soon, sniveling became hiccups, and hiccups became sobs. Not knowing what to do, where to go or where they were, the kitten cried aloud, wailing for their mother, for her to come find them, for her to come comfort them and bring them home.

//its broken and we're gonna act like it's not ok? ok
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[flowercloud]

FLOWERCLOUD

DEPUTY OF SKYCLAN

There was a part of being a mother that made her protective, ears crane when she hears words even if her children were no longer children, but adults. Their cries of mom was because pain had been inflicted on her, but if they cried mom - she was sure she'd come running. It was her job, besides being deputy, and she would not let them down.

Flowercloud tilted her head, eyes dilating as she heard faint cries, hiccups and sobs- a tiny voice, and when she found them, a tiny body. Carefully, shed approach, large body low, letting her belly fur shuffle the leaves. Letting her presence be known. She couldn't see the kitten well, but she could hear them, and her ears folded back as she let out a soft sigh. "Hey, it's okay little chick," she cood, softly, her voice honey silk. But it wanted to crack, to waver over the grief. A child, lost in the cold, the hardest time of the year. The fluffy molly took a steady step forward, nose wrinkling at the smell of blood twisting in the air. Immediately, her heart sunk, remembering Smoke, who only just healed from leg injuries from the dog. The saliva she swallowed down felt heavy in her throat, in her stomach, and it begun twisting like a knife. "It's... Very cold, little one," she murmured softly. "My names Flowercloud, do you... what's yours?" She asked gently, flicking her tail to offer warmth if the child felt so inclined.

Love me to my bones...

Flowercloud

— 40 moons — she/her
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
— a gentle giant, flowercloud stands at 14" at the shoulder and weighs 20 ibs. Her voice is honey soft, and green eyes are usually gentle and empathetic. She has amber coloured on her face and legs where points would be, with darker caramel coloured stripes. the rest of her fur is a bright white, and just like her namesake, is said to be as soft and thick as touching a cloud. She has a scar above her left eye, extending through her eyebrow. she has a deep scar on her chest, and her back leg is missing quite a bit of fur from dog injury. She has a slice just behind her shoulders and across her back. She has the power of Empathy, granted by her son Rosebelly.
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[sparrowkit .]

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[➹] It was a while before their cries were heard and answered. Cold had long since seeped into small paws through damp dirt, biting at their face through spilled tears and snot-streaked lips.

It wasn't their mama that came, but someone they didn't know, much bigger but just as soft-spoken. Those words drew their head up, blurred vision flickering upward to the figure now crouched beside them. Another hiccup was their immediate response, somewhat confused by the development but relieved to see someone all the same.

Sparrow's tail tucked itself between their legs, swiftly slinking between Flowercloud's with little hesitance and burying their messy face into her fur. For now her question remained unanswered, words perhaps unheard at all, the kitten still gathering themself with each stuttering breath and whine. "I wan'my mama," was all they managed from a tight throat, repeating it in the face of each reassurance until their shivers and whimpers died into nothing, expended of the effort.

Sparrow worked themself closer into the warrior's embrace, accepting of the shared warmth. Eventually, they looked out into the woods, one direction and another, before their ears tilted back. They didn't know which direction home was. "I don't know where I am," the kit voiced, sounding not far off from another cry. "Mama said 'run and hide.'"

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[flowercloud]

FLOWERCLOUD

DEPUTY OF SKYCLAN

The child practically threw themselves into Flowerclouds fur, sniffling and hiccuping from their sobs. She's curl her plumage of a tail over the kittens lower back, and pull a large paw over their shoulders, gently pressing pads into their back and rubbing as she did her best to soothe and warm the kitten.

She waited, eyes softening- saddened y the repeated efforts of wanting their momma. Each shudder of breath was a hit to the heart, gently licking their head between ears with a tongue- against the way fur grew. A surefire way to try to warm them, or at least she thought so. Slowly, the kittens breath evened, and their whimpers softened to words. Confusion, lost- Flowercloud frowned, and though her throat wanted to swallow, to heave down any saliva down her dry throat, she did not. She had to stay calm. She had heard run and hide enough times that she did not have hope everything would be okay.

"You are in Skyclan forest, little one. You hid soo well, your momma will be proud- I know she would. I know it's scary, but you're sooo brave for listening to her," she explained softly. "I had kits your size and age once... They're big now, but i would be proud." Flowercloud looked onward. She smelled where he came from, she could look... But- she didn't want the child to see what may or may not be there. "You're hurt, little one. It might be a little scary, but I'm going to take you to Swallowbreeze, okay? She's my friend and she'll be able to fix you right up! And while she's doing that, I'm going to look for your mom, okay?"

She wanted to ask what the kitten saw, but she didn't want to push and pressure when things could be confusing for a young mind. Especially when one was scared. Her main focus right now was getting them to Swallowbreeze and then she would look for the other.

Love me to my bones...

Flowercloud

— 40 moons — she/her
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
— a gentle giant, flowercloud stands at 14" at the shoulder and weighs 20 ibs. Her voice is honey soft, and green eyes are usually gentle and empathetic. She has amber coloured on her face and legs where points would be, with darker caramel coloured stripes. the rest of her fur is a bright white, and just like her namesake, is said to be as soft and thick as touching a cloud. She has a scar above her left eye, extending through her eyebrow. she has a deep scar on her chest, and her back leg is missing quite a bit of fur from dog injury. She has a slice just behind her shoulders and across her back. She has the power of Empathy, granted by her son Rosebelly.
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