(⏾) she holds the short-tailed blue and white kitten in her jaws, gripping her scruff gently. she had seemed the most tired of all four, the smallest, although as the warrior eyes the other three, she feels a pang of sympathy for their tiny legs. the lynx point had seemed the most awake, with her voice strong and body ready to get to safety. the other two seem to stumble along with dead expressions, their tiny chests heaving with effort. halfway through their trek home, the woman bends to offer her back for one to cling to, and they eagerly climb on. these kits seem about two moons, big enough that they would weigh heavy on her shoulders if not for their obvious malnutrition. as the familiar scent of riverclan's home arrives on the wind, the feline curls her tail around the bodies of the two walking, encouraging them forward. "armost pfhere," she mumbles gently.
parting the reeds, the odd five stumble into camp, and willowburn sets down the littlest kit, swiping a soft lick across her head. "welcome to riverclan, little ones," she murmurs, a soft purr rumbling in her chest as she watches the four gaze about with wide eyes. they seem apprehensive, but their stomachs grumble and their little paws ache, so she knows they'll soon adapt. "over there is the nursery, where i will make us a nest. i'm going to get you some food, okay?" she loathes to leave them, and so glances about for any other cat who would be willing to fetch a minnow or two for the starving kittens. stars, she remembers they don't even have names. "riverclan, these are..." verdant eyes flick to the four again, thinking. "bloomkit," the tiny dark pointed she-kit reminds her of night with a pang. "rumblekit," for her energy, her tenacity even in the face of fear. like smokewreath. "cloudkit," for her soft, puffy fur and white splashes. "and buckkit," the only tom, observant and centered like his namesake. "i found them abandoned by twolegs in the river. i will raise them as if my own."
the minute she says it, she knows it to be true. these four are hers now, as sure as if she'd birthed them herself. they will grow up knowing riverclan's kindness and never feel the fear of this section of their lives. her gaze flicks about, daring some cat to contradict her. "let's get you settled in, little ones."
parting the reeds, the odd five stumble into camp, and willowburn sets down the littlest kit, swiping a soft lick across her head. "welcome to riverclan, little ones," she murmurs, a soft purr rumbling in her chest as she watches the four gaze about with wide eyes. they seem apprehensive, but their stomachs grumble and their little paws ache, so she knows they'll soon adapt. "over there is the nursery, where i will make us a nest. i'm going to get you some food, okay?" she loathes to leave them, and so glances about for any other cat who would be willing to fetch a minnow or two for the starving kittens. stars, she remembers they don't even have names. "riverclan, these are..." verdant eyes flick to the four again, thinking. "bloomkit," the tiny dark pointed she-kit reminds her of night with a pang. "rumblekit," for her energy, her tenacity even in the face of fear. like smokewreath. "cloudkit," for her soft, puffy fur and white splashes. "and buckkit," the only tom, observant and centered like his namesake. "i found them abandoned by twolegs in the river. i will raise them as if my own."
the minute she says it, she knows it to be true. these four are hers now, as sure as if she'd birthed them herself. they will grow up knowing riverclan's kindness and never feel the fear of this section of their lives. her gaze flicks about, daring some cat to contradict her. "let's get you settled in, little ones."
- // @bloomkit @RUMBLEKIT @Cloudkit @lokisaurus (buckkit) " #87874b"
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WILLOWBURN⏾ SHE / THEY. RIVERCLAN WARRIOR. 34 MOONS. PENNED BY LAVS.
a lithe black smoke feline with ghost striping and leaf green eyes. long smoky fur dashed through with grey and white adorns her frame, sliced across by darker stripes that frame her face and legs. eyes like sage, brilliantly green, gaze with an intelligent look. she is scarred across the bridge of her angular nose.
