[Rhubarb]

Originally Posted by seasalt

Leafwatcher knew sorry wouldn't work anymore. It didn't work in the Dusk Syndicate, and it wouldn't work here. He wasn't very worried about that, he was worried about Stormwing. Something was wrong, he just knew it. He knew she lost so many cats, just.. didn't know how many. And he would of been one of them. His leaf-green eyes were filled with worry, though he pushed it aside, to hopefully... lighten up her day, lighten up her mood. Something. If it improved just a bit, that was fine to. But if not, the bengal tabby would keep trying, and keep trying, until she was in a good mood. He was aware that she was being careful, tense even. And, inside, he knew why. Leafwatcher's striped tail flicked as he slowly went in the direction of camp, his eyes now lit up again with determination, and hope. Hope, being that he could lighten up Stormwing's day, somehow. That was his goal. A visit of memories. He carefully made his way through the undergrowth. He also wanted to know what had happened to his collection. If someone had trashed his collection, or left it alone. He hoped the latter. He glanced back to see if Stormwing was following or not. He hoped so. And then focused his attention to getting where his collection of nit knacks were. He let out a small sigh of relief. Everything looked as if no one had touched it. And, that was a huge, huge relief. Well for him, at least.

Finaly the kit with no name wakes up agian and starts to wriggle and cry out for help. About a hour later of struggle he was able to get free of the tree which had shifted a bit while he slept. He was bouncing all over the place with the joy of being free. After a long long while he calmed down and decided to leave in fear of being trapped under a log again. He made his way past the horrible smelling line and into the next smelling line which was diffrent from the other two he had smelled. He went further hoping for food. As he progressed he noticed the land started to slip further downward. He made it to the bottem of the hill to find a lake. He tested the coldness and depth with his paw. It sank down...deep down it wasn't as cold as he thought it would be but he still did not like it. He ran along it instead hopping to find somthing to get him across. He did. He found the rocks which any cat could jump on to cross. The first jump was easy but the next was further away. He jumped and fell just a wisker's length away from the rock. He was swept down by the river. a wave crashed over his head. He fell under he with all his might made it to the top and was only just to be pushed under agian. He was at the bottem of the river to he jumped off the ground propelling himself into the air. He seemed to hang there for a second before falling into the lake. He struggled with all his might to stay up above the water. Finally he made it to land, all he could do was drink a few sips of water and then collapse into a tired heap of fur.