Stoatpaw allowed herself a huff of relief, if she could call it that. A border patrol alongside the Thunderpath had been arranged, and she was able to convince Sablestar to come along so she could stretch her paws and maybe get to say a brief hello to Serpentberry or a glimpse of Icepaw as they trailed the acrid-smelling monster path.
She didn't flinch with the monsters roaring past, the rumbling at her paws was nothing to fear, she knew they were loud from how they reverberated the ground up through her whole body. But unlike her clanmates she didn't have to face that, so it was only the gust of wind they caused that caused her some surprise.
Another one roared past, a silvery beast, her eyes following it as it soared down the path. But in the corner of her eye, something drew her attention in. As the monster roared down the Thunderpath, a blur of something small and... Muddied? Like a mottled blur, it stumbled into some nearby long grass. Stoatpaw sniffed the air, but all she could tell was the tar of the path at her side. She swallowed hard; it was small, so it could do little harm if it was dangerous.
Tentatively, carefully, she approached the grass, trying to make sense of what it could be. There was a trail of mud from a huge puddle the thing had clearly dragged itself from, straight to where Stoatpaw correctly assumed it was hiding. Part of her assumed she would see a squirrel, maybe a mouse or even a bird. But her heart dropped, realising that even through the caked-on mud it was obviously a kitten, one that was barely moving...
Her throat caught, pressing a nose against the tiny thing, trying to see if they were... She let out a sigh of relief, even before the thought crossed her mind, the poor thing squirming slightly. They were tiny, faces wet from tears and clearly exhausted. Gently, though, she jostled the kitten with her nose to try and stir them awake.
"Oh you poor thing..." Stoatpaw's voice was barely a whisper, but she knew she needed to get help. She couldn't leave them here, surely Sablestar would allow them into the clan?
"It's okay, I'll get you some help, you'll be safe now."
Stoatpaw had to take a breath, to steady herself, muttering an apology preemptively to the kitten, before turning her head and calling out.
"Sablestar! Anyone-" Her voice cracked, faltering as she called out. But just as she tried to, another monster roared past, louder than she ever could be. Her face fell seeing the kitten writhing, clearly frightened by the roar of the monsters. She swallowed hard, making the quick decision to gingerly pick up the kitten by the scruff of their neck and go in search of the rest of the patrol. It wouldn't be safe for either of them to linger any longer at the side of the path.
The sheer weight of what must have happened to the poor thing to have been abandoned like this, cast aside. There had been many cats left by the Thunderpath who were welcomed to Shadowclan, but this was by far the smallest to have been left to fend for themself so close to where monsters passed by. Stoatpaw just hoped Sabletar wouldn't turn the kitten away, especially now Cicada and Cherry's kittens had been apprenticed, the nursery had grown suddenly more empty. Though she steeled herself for the worst, but hoped for the best
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Stoatpaw
✦—Shadowclan apprentice | 9 Moons
✦—She/Her
✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK, PAWSPEAK
✦—A slender white cat with faint lilac markings and blue eyes.
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⤷ Written by Phoenix
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.
