A new day -- Leaf

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He was racing after her by the time she leaped off into the forest. He was surprised to hear that she had spoken about her mother, and hundreds of questions raced through his mind. This is not the time for questions. He reminded himself hastily. When she fell and said about her family, she nudged her up carefully. What was this all about, anyways? He was following a wild goose chase and he didn't even know what was going on. He had fallen in love with his leader. He was insane. Pure insane.

And he liked himself that way.

[fluttertorn]

xx. it was obvious the tuxedo cat had been completely embarrassed about flipping over herself. she felt herself become warm at the touch of patchfur. but it became obvious that she nearly forgot about the kits and her mother. but then the scent caught her again. she sighed softly. come, i can explain along the way.

[/color] she put herself into a hurried pace, not running and not walking. just fast enough where they wouldn't be able to sprint in a heartbeat if they had to. my mother abandoned me when i was born in the loner lands with a brother and sister. my brother is alive; but my sister is dead; and has been since we were born. when i was four moons old, i was found by a rouge named redbird. he took me under his wing, taught me to fight, mentored me and such. well by the time i was six moons old; i was the perfect trained assassin.[/color] she paused, knowing this was a little too much to take in at the time. he used me as his play toy, having me kill whomever he wished and whenever he wished it. finally i got sick of it; i told him no more. that was when i lost my eye.[/color] the she-cat had no problem being brutally honest, and didn't put emotion into her stories, mostly in fear of being weak. after i came here, i told myself i would find my mother; and stop her from doing this. i know of one other litter of cats that she had, that was clover's litter. she was only a few moons before this. she is in windclan.[/color] she sighed, pausing in her story to leave room for questions before finishing. and i'm fairly sure i have missed again.[/color] her gaze fell to the ground as she burst into a sprint. this was a major downfall for her. she had sworn she would stop this, would make sure her mother paid for what she had done. and instead; she failed, and possibly left another bunch of kits motherless. with a sigh, she came to a stop near the edge of the clearing. she spun in lazy circles, tasting the air and every little piece of undergrowth; attempting to find the kits that she could hear... at least she thought she could.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

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He matched her pace perfectly, ever step they took completely synced. He was now sure he and Flutter were born to find each other and to love each other. If anything got out of hand in a few moments he would risk his life to save her. The more they ran the more he noticed the mewling get louder. Suddenly he heard it loudly, and it was coming from a fox den. "There," He whispered, flicking his tail to the fox den. He could sense Flutterstar's mother was close. "Go get the kits. If your mother comes I'll fight her off." He muttered under his breath.

[fluttertorn]

xx. she knew she had left. she sensed it in her heart and in the pit of her stomach. her siblings were here; alone and abandoned, left for the same fate that she had been bestowed. she knew they had been left here the same way she had been left back in the loner lands. alone, without a mother, and with her siblings. she knew one was strongest; and in her litter, she had been that one. with a small sigh, she entered the den, not telling patchfur her thoughts, because she didn't need to. he could stand there and fend off her mother. but in reality; if she were there, flutterstar would have never considered leaving. it was her fight that she was stilling waiting to live; her fight she was wanting to have. her paws itched as she entered the den carefully. fox stench was stale; obvious to her. she heard a small voice talking in the cave and pushed herself farther into the cave, sniffing at each of the kits carefully. they smelled of her mother. and one other cat... their father maybe? she paused. the scent wasn't developed. it was another kit. she sighed, sniffing them each. it had been several days since the kits had seen the fourth she decided. with a silent sigh, she nosed the largest kit with her white nose. she watched it carefully. it had been the one to speak. this was the kit most like her. with a sigh, she looked at each of them. do you know where you are?

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[~Nighthunter~]

Forgottenkit lay on his side with a very uncomfortable ammount of pain flowing in his stomach. He was so hungry, and of course he and his siblings had been forgotten again. It seemed the world was to haunt him, and make him know just how unimportant he was. For some reason the thought didn`t bother him much, and he found himself not caring if his mother had forgotten him. Now old enough to speak, he felt like he could at least get help if needed, if only his stomach would stop hurting. There was a need for he felt to protect his siblings, and he was ashamed at himself for not being strong enough to find them all food. The lack of food was making him feel more and more helpless, and it was also making his coat less shiny. His once pure white paws were coated with mud, as was half of his body.

Suddenly he smelled something weird from the small flow of air entering the den. The stench though not unpleasent, made his fur spike up on end, and contiune to bristle. He could even feel the efforts of a weak growl entering his throat. A huge cat walked in, and he couldn`t believe just how much bigger she was then him. Since he had opened his grey blue eyes, he had never seen another cat, so this was a huge shock for him. Starring at her in a fearful awe with his mouth open, he couldn`t bring himself to speak. The giant she cat took the lead and spoke first however, and she did not seem threatening, so he decided to speak as best he could. "I`m not sure. My name is Forgottenkit, because I was never given a name." He said the last part without much dismay, he had come to terms with his name, and was now growing fond of it in some ways. It was part of him now.

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Sparrowkit had been standing in front of his other siblings until a heart warming scent filled his nostrils. He turned around and his eyes widened at the cat. "I thought all cats were as big as us. You must be a giant." He murmured half to himself. When the large cat had asked if they knew where they were, he shook his head. "All I remember is drinking my mother's warm milk, and suddenly being carried. When I opened my eyes, I was here with nobody here." He sniffed. "Are you our mom?" He murmured. He couldn't be sure, for he had never had his eyes opened to see his mother, but this cat was here right now. "You smell a little like what I smelled when I was with mommy."

[IVY AND SKY.]

xx. a small smile touched the leaders face as her nose twitched and whiskers flicked as a small piece of soot fell from the ground above them. she shook her head and drew the kits close; licking each of their heads soothingly. her motherly instincts were beginning to show; as she wrapped her tail around the kits gently. she was unable to feed them; for she lacked the milk they needed to survive. her tail flicked back and forth as she sighed softly and touched her nose to their small bodies. each individual scent flooded through her nostrils and made her feel warm; but at the same time, she felt a sickening feeling of hatred as she knew her mother's scent was on them. but she couldn't blame them for who their mother was. nor could she blame herself for her mother. with a small sigh she slowly nuzzled each kit before having them wait there. she slowly emerged from the den before beckoning patchfur inside as well. she looked at him with her single emerald eye as a small smile touched her tuxedo face. they are okay. just... scared.

[/color] she said softly as she slowly turned again, reentering the den and drawing them close with her tail as she nosed each kit, breathing in their scent. no, i am not your mother.[/color] she said with a small smile as she looked down at each kit. but i will gladly take care of you.[/color][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

[THE FLAMINGO]

Furnenkit was excited. Being an energetic kit with a passion for exploration, he wanted to see everything. The features of a fox den were no exception. He dashed to and fro, observing everything to observe.

As a large kit, like his kin, Furnenblade was admittedly strong enough to hurtle blindly, or at least too fast to acknowledge that it's a bad idea, by the time he was that old. He was doing so now, as he saw everything in the sizeable den. Suddenly, he spun around to cross the den to see a rock on the other side that was orange, because he'd never seen an orange rock before. (For those who don't know, there are rocks with an orangish tint. Being a young kit, Furnenkit hasn't seen many types of rocks before.) Suddenly, he realized that he was barrelling towards Flutterstar.

Furnenkit, not knowing - or not caring about - the meaning of 'stop,' did not stop. Instead, he did quite the opposite, leaping right over Flutterstar, barely clearing her back...

...And landed on one of his siblings.

The two rolled a little ways, and then his sibling tried to pounce on him. Furnen was already dashing towards the little orange stone, leaving his kin to squeak anger at him.

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He padded in after her love. Suddenly his eyes softened and love filled them. They were adorable! When she answered the largest kit of the bunch, he sat next to her and curled his tail around hers. "They're wonderful." He murmured quietly. "I'll raise them as if they were my own." He mewed. "After all, I'm already raising the clan." Suddenly his gaze shifted over to Flutter's. "Do we have new kits in ShadowClan?" He meowed. It would be so nice to have kits in the clan again, and to watch them progress into apprentices then to warriors.

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xx. the tuxedo femme flicked her black ears backwards as her white whiskers twitched as she watched the kit bound around the den. she chuckled; watching the two kits before looking at the third kit. he seemed to be a loner. more so than the other two. he had accepted that he had been forgotten. something inside her made herself wish she was that strong. with a small smile she nodded toward patchfur as her nose brushed his shoulder gently. her tail flicked against his as she sat at his side. we can take them in until they are old enough to make the decision of staying in the clan.

[/color] she turned her attention back to the kits before crouching down to their level. this is shadowclan. you are welcome to stay as long as you need to until you can decide if you would like to remain here or if you would like to leave. a few things you should know, is that you are not allowed to leave camp until you are six moons old. you can't leave or something may hurt you. that, and you can't tell anyone about myself or patchfur.[/color] she couldn't have the clan find out. she knew their loving each other was forbidden; and she would not be able to tell anyone herself. but she would be okay with that. with a sigh, she twitched her nose and brushed her pelt against patchfur's softly.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

[~Nighthunter~]

He watched his siblings scamper around the den, and he remained strangly detatched from all the action. For some reason it just did not appeal to him. Instead he stared at the new tom that entered the den. Forgottenkit was worried at first that he might be mean, but after seeing him enter with a smile on his face, he calmed down a little, and decided that these strange cats were alright. The female looked somthing like mother had, so he had thought her shadow had been mother returning earlier. In all honestly Forgottenkit was relieved to see the friendly strangers, perhaps they would help them.

Then again he might have been getting his hopes up again. Afterall how many other cats had cared about him since his birth? From what he could remember, only his siblings. His family was all he had, and he was sure that they would be there for each other. He listened as the pretty she cat spoke to them with a soothing voice. It brought up questions, and excitement in his mind. What is a clan? If its a shadow clan does that mean its an evil clan? Shadows are supposed to be scary aren`t they? Why do they seem so happy that they found us? He tilted his head side ways and kept a lopsided face displaying confusion. Why are you helping us?"