[Owl]

Originally Posted by Nighty

A curly furred feline ran gracefully out into the territory. She was a middle aged Molly and she was running. By herself, well possibly. She carried a lump of fur in her jaws. The kitty pet knew this place was home to feral cats. She knew that they had their standards and that their standards included caring for any, every, and all kittens. That’s why she was here. She knew that she could entrust her little Duffle to them. The Twolegs would just send him away. There was no way that she could save him. Not with his issue anyways. No this was his only chance, and she knew that. It was the only way to keep him from the pound that her other litters had been taken to. The She cat stopped in the fields of Skyclan, carrying the fuzzy kit in her maw. Her golden green eyes scanned the area trying to see if any cat was near. Not seeing anyone she decided that she couldn’t keep going, that her house folk would soon miss her and come in search. She ran over to a lone standing dogwood tree and sat the curly haired kitten at its base. She licked his head, “Be brave for them Duffle.” she meowed in her sweet voice. She tucked the kitten down in the grasses and concealed him from predators. She then turned, and scampered home, trying to think that her kit would be fine. He would survive out here....


The young kitten was shoved down in the grasses in the outdoors. He didn’t know where he was. He didn’t know what he was doing here. He didn’t know why he was here. And he didn’t know where his mother was going. Nope he was alone her in the grasses. He peered up at the tree above him. For a moment he considered trying to cl Mb it, like how his mother had climbed the fence when they weee leaving the house den. Though he shuddered with the thought. They had been traveling so far, he didn’t know where the House den was. He didn’t know how to get home. He didn’t know where Mommy was. Was he lost? Would he be stuck here at this tree forever? He didn’t know, all he knew was that he wanted his mother to come back and take him home.

@Owl

Tinyfawn had just began her routine stroll around Skyclan territory. She always went to a nice walk throughout Skyclan territory, marveling at it's grandness and how beautiful it was. Tinyfawn's long legs and slim, sleek build allowed her to effortlessly leap over fallen branches, sticks, zig-zag passed trees. Okay, so maybe her stroll ended up with her running, but although it was chilly out, this feline still enjoyed feeling the air whipping up her fur. It felt nice, the cool wind against her warm skin. She could hear the birds chipping in the trees, happy the frigid weather broke a bit to allow some warmth to roam through the forest.

Tinyfawn was hoping that meant New-Leaf was on it's way. New-Leaf was Tinyfawn's favorite season. She could see it and feel it now. The crisp air in the morning and the feeling of the sun warming up the forest, causing fog to lift the coolness from the ground. She enjoyed waking up and walking towards the entrance to their camp, looking out into the forest, seeing sparkles of dew on all of the newly grown undergrowth. She felt a surge of happiness swell in her chest, lifting her spirits even higher. Excitement bubbled inside her. She could almost hear the pitter-patter of kits and mice/voles/squirrels moving around the undergrowth in search of food. She could imagine seeing her clanmates already in the trees, looking well-fed, in search of the array of birds they loved to catch. During leaf-bare it was hard to get into the trees with how icy it gets.

The lilac cream colored molly sudden skidded to a halt at a scent she couldn't recognize. This scent wasn't of SkyClan. The feline's ears perked up and she scanned her surroundings for any sign of danger. Her claws slowly coming out, her tail flicked outwards, she was a warrior ready to leap and fight and chase any cat out or fox or dog for that matter. However, nothing happened. Tinyfawn didn't calm herself as she padded towards the border. The scent of a mother's milk wafted into her nostrils. She blinked, now urgently looking around. Had a cat given birth and left her kits? Tinyfawn had no idea what to think or believe but she searched the area, spotting a little crevice in the ground, almost un-noticed if not for a little bit of movement below it and a small mew of help. The long-limbed she-cat darted forward, nosing at the ground, revealing a small curly haired kit. "Oh goodness! You poor thing, who left you?" The feline felt a pang of sorrow, her eyes softening and her body relaxing. She leaned down, grabbed the kit by the scruff and settled him beside her. She rasped her tongue over his fur to try to calm him. "Little one do you speak?" She had no idea how old he was but her motherly instincts kicked in immediately. She was raised by multiple queens of her clan so her motherly instincts came from watching them and being around them.