Backwritten Territory WC wuthering heights // Froststorm

[Branchkit Branchkit]

{$title} backwritten by a few days - takes place on the way back to camp from the temporary one

BRANCHKIT
SHE/HER
4 MOONS
WINDCLAN KIT
SPEECH | THOUGHTS | APHOTIC | PHYSICAL

PENNED BY PLOT_TWISTS

She wasn't trying to fall behind, honest! Especially after Lotus had just gotten back, she really didn't want to let her sister out of her sight. But Momma insisted on keeping Lotuskit up by Meadowpaw and Dimmingsun, so she sorta... fell behind a little. Not enough to get completely separated from the rest of the Clan, just enough to kinda fall to the back, where fewer cats were really walking.

And she didn't even realize she was slipping into the shadows and growing further behind - not everyone was really paying much attention - it was fine!

But what Branchkit did notice was one of her Clanmates must've gotten separated! In the aftermath of the rainstorm, there'd been a lot of mist on the moor, and she could just barely make out a figure walking a little distance away.

Well, Dustystar would certainly be proud of her for bringing back a lost clanmate! Maybe she'd even be allowed to be made an apprentice when her older siblings got their names! Without hesitation, she bounded away from the Clan and towards the shrouded figure.

"Hiya!" she mewed, slipping into the fog. "The rest of the Clan is that way, silly!"

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OOC: I'm imagining since the aphotic is a curse, Froststorm can probably see her when it's being used?
Tagging @Froststorm

 

[Froststorm]

Froststorm had opted to wander the plane, keeping just far enough from Windclan to avoid being spotted. Perhaps it was foolish to have grown attached to a clan other than one of his own, but with Dusty under his paw as his protégé, he couldn't help but seek the strength and survival of these cats. Especially in the face of Starclan turning their backs on them. He had seen how such an occurrence had turned out before, how the blood of the innocent trails into the snow.

There was a bitterness that laced his maw just reminiscing. How he had given Yewkit comfort in the face of the disaster, reassured Dustystar that she was doing the best she could for her clan. It was no job for a tom regarded as a monster by those who were once his peers, the one who sought the destruction of the clans for the sake of these cats. For their safety and health, he knew what following Starclan blindly resulted in, and a disaster like this was proof.

Knowing how close the clan was to their camp, reassured that they would be fine without any warning besides the guidance he gave to Dusty, he was preparing to return to the Dark Forest, seek council with-

Something caught his attention instead, a strange sensation that made the hair on his pelt stand on end. One he was familiar with, but here? Here, he had not expected it in the slightest. His head snapped towards it, and to the eyes of anyone else, there would have been nothing. But, instead, cloaked in the night like it was second nature, a kitten. Bright eyes and a smile knit across her maw.

The tiny thing bound towards Froststorm, unflinching and fearless. Her voice was warm, like she was talking to a clanmate; interactions like these were far and few. But it seemed as if the kittens of Windclan did not have that fear of cats; assuming he was one of them, they did not flinch in their approach to him. Once was peculiar, twice made the tom nearly stumble over himself. Especially as stood before him, eyes sparkling, was a soul interwined with a curse as if it were part of her very being.

She had slipped into the dark as it was breathing to her, and perhaps it was. Even Froststorm waited until Fleafire was a warrior before he gifted her a power of her own. But, it seemed, someone had given this tiny scrap of fur the self-same gift. The silver tom hesitated for a moment, looking past the kitten towards her clanmate, before stooping to talk to her instead.

"Well, hello there, little one, how kind of you to check on me-"

He paused, before smiling warmly and deciding to play along.

"-I had gotten terribly turned around, how kind of you to come to my aid."

Froststorm purred, though his chest still crackled with each breath, trying to stifile the need to cough. He wasn't going to unnecessarily frighten a kitten, especially not one as peculiar as this. He turned and motioned the kitten to continue back towards the rest.

"After you, we mustn't trail too far behind- Ah, what was your name again? I fear that with so many of you in the nursery, I happen to forget names rather easily."

It wasn't a lie, there were so many of the little things it would be impossible to recall them all, especially having not been told every one of their names. This little one didn't seem to match Yewkit's descriptions of her littermates, so perhaps one of the other little fellows.

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FROSTSTORM He/Him, Dark Forest Warrior, ??? moons.
A gruff, silver tom with frostbite scarring and a persistent fog following everywhere he goes.
mentored by Mourningmist // mentored Deadwood & Fleafire, mentoring no one
Companion to Fleafire & Dustystar
NPC x NPC / parent to Beekit, Stormkit, Deadwood & Fleafire / mated to Honeyfluff

"SPEECH"

// 'THOUGHTS' // ATTACK
penned by Pheo ↛ phoenixwashere on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[Branchkit Branchkit]

BRANCHKIT
SHE/HER
4 MOONS
WINDCLAN KIT
SPEECH | THOUGHTS | APHOTIC | PHYSICAL

PENNED BY PLOT_TWISTS

Branchkit tilted her head as the tom spoke. There was something... different about his voice that she couldn't quite place. Less lively than her other Clanmates. But it had a soothing timbre that made her feel oddly at peace.

"I'm Branchkit! Ma- I mean Dustystar - named me!" she puffed out her chest proudly. "But that's okay that you don't know me - Momma keeps me in the nursery most of the time 'cause I'm younger than my littermates. I'm still meeting lots of the others, and I don't really talk much anyway." Her paws shuffled in the damp grass of the moor as they walked.

"That's okay though, I like to listen to others more than I like talking!" As if to make the point, she looked up at the tom expectantly.

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