A kitten prodigy

[Chainrust]

<sub>The wind was beating in the young kits face as he trudged on, tail lashing out in irritation. He dared not call out to anybody. His voice would drown out in the gust, and who ever said he needed help anyways? He took shelter in the tall thick of the wheat fields and dead grass. The reeds shook violently from the wind, slapping against his face and sides. But he was safe from the wind, and he could handle a few cuts across his frame to beat the odds of the wind.

He sat down, trying even so to find a comfortable spot among the tall and dead grass as far as he could from the whip like reeds, but close so the would wouldn't blow him over. The tom sat and blinked, waiting for the winds to subside before venturing from his shelter.</sub>

[Sunsetfire]

There was a flicker of solid gold, and the young tom padded, head lowered, fighting the wind.

But there was no way that he was going to let mere wind defeat him; he had to keep moving, get stronger, find others to destroy the hateful Boneclan.

Darkangel was his – his and Fallingsky’s to destroy. To avenge their mother; to put an end to the darkness…

A strong gust of wind nearly blew the amber-eyed tom off his paws, golden fur ruffled. He braced his legs until the gust past, and kept moving. What other choice did her have, in such a desolate place?

[Chainrust]

_{He had to keep moving if he wanted to go through the valley, even if there were cats there. He wasn't particularly interested in them anymore, and it was time to move on. He shuffled out of the brush, eyes closing agaisnt the blinding and deafening wind. He didn't see the tom coming his way... And walked right into him. The force toppled him over to the ground in surprise, and scrambled to cling to the dirt of the ground to hold steady in the wind.}

[Sunsetfire]

…what was that?

Sunsetfire, wincing from the bite of the wind, blinked slowly in confusion. He was just ran into…by another young cat..? Mrow, that was a bit unexpected.

“Hello there.”

His tone was kind, certainly, but a bit wary. He couldn’t scent Boneclan on the other cat…a possible ally? An enemy?

[Chainrust]

_{I weakly opened his eye, the wind immediatly shooting into it. But he had to see the cat clearly, for to see who to apologize to. Pardon my rudeness, however.. The weather is rather blinding, and I am almost unable to see in it. Stated the kit almost automatically. He lowered his head so he was not receiving so much gust, so he could see the kit. It was a tom.. Not many moon younger than him, obviously. But he could not smell a dangerous scent on his coat. He seemed to be forgetting his manners though! Hi.. He said awkwardly, obviously not accustomed to cat sociality.}

[Sunsetfire]

“Let’s find some cover.”

The golden tom moved so that he blocked the wind from striking the other cat, nudging him lightly to help him regain his paws. Then he looked around, deep amber hues narrowed. There! A dense tangle of thorns, but he could clearly see a hole big enough for the other tom to get into, and for him to squeeze through. But it would be shelter until the wind storm, and that was all it mattered.

[Chainrust]

_{He nodded and trotted towards the thorn bush, slipping into the hole. He slid down the dirt slope, just barely tall enough for a kit to fit in. Rustchain padded to a small chamber, huddling silently in the corner, being anti-social.}

[Sunsetfire]

“So…”

Sunsetfire had issues getting through the small hole – he certainly was large for his age. Leaving golden strands behind on the thorns, he settled to the side, not blocking the entrance in case the stranger decided to leave.

“Do you have a name?”

The tone was mildly curious, not really threatening at all.

[Chainrust]

_{The young kit shuddered as the wind whistled above their heads. The gusty barrade of wind had left him dazed, and his fur suddenly had a light chill to it as it reacted to the warmer air of the dusty and soil filled hole. He looked up, his gaze never once wavering from where he stared as he looked the young kit over. Give me your name before I choose to reveal my own.. He said stubbornly, a certain distrust in his eyes. It seemed to be there permanently, and it was obvious for no harm to be taken to the kit. He flicked his tail to warm himself.}

[Sunsetfire]

He was cold…concern flickered through those steady amber hues, and he moved to block the hole so that the wind struck him, not the other feline. Although he made it clear b7y the action that the other tom wasn’t trapped, he would move willing at any time.

“It’s Sunsetfire.”

Quite understandable how he got the name, his pelt and eye color was fitting.

Yet there was another reason – a streak of courageousness and a flare of fire that danced deep within those hues, almost turning them into fiery gold.

[Chainrust]

<sub>Even if he showed lack of trust to the kit, he layed down and sprawled out across his own little corner. It was enough to show he was at least comfortable with not going anywhere, and the howling winds just proved his point.

Chainrust. M'name's Chainrust... Strange name, but i'm not clanborn.. At least from around here. He said softly, looking away as he stared at the wall and placed his chin upon his paws.

But he wanted to know more about the tom if he was 'rooming' with him for the time, until the weather died. So.. How'd you come across this land, and these clans here...? His tone was more of curiosity than any threat towards the tom, and certainly didn't think it as a harmful question.</sub>

[Sunsetfire]

“At least you have a name to live to, unlike some rogues I’ve heard of.”

Sunsetfire nodded slightly – it was true what he said. However, he did not want to give away too much to Chainrust, at least not yet, so he gave his answer good thought for a while before speaking.

“My sister and I are seeking to bring a murderous clan down. She joined a rival clan to that one…I wander alone. I seek to learn, and grow strong, and start a new clan to assist in opposing that said murderous clan.”

[Chainrust]

_{The young kit's eyes flicked in knowledge. You wish to ally with Risingclan, to bring Boneclan down is what you are saying..? He said softly. Realizing he'd given himself a suspicious cover, he quickly added, I've been studying the many clans. Stoneclan, Treeclan, Mistclan, and Duskclan.. Then came Risingclan and Boneclan. He said softly. What the kit spoke of was not of his age, to study as a medicine cat would, or a young apprentice. But usually only leaders knew so much of whereabouts, but Chainrust certainly wasn't worthless as the bumbling toms and she-cats that marauded around the meadow calling themselves 'rogues' with their morbid activities had thought. Obviously, they were wrong.}

[Sunsetfire]

“Essentially, yes. However, Stealthclan will rise with Risingclan, and Boneclan will fall forever.”

Pride rose in Sunsetfire’s voice, that flame inside him burned brighter. He had all the makings of a powerful leader – he just needed the experience to go along with it.

“And what of you? What path do your paws travel upon? What do you seek?”

[Chainrust]

_{The tom froze. He didn't even know the answer to that.. He'd always simply been a wanderer, a hopeless case in himself. He decided to answer truthfully. I.. I actually don't know.. He said with a shocked expression. He thought he knew it all, even the simplest logic. But he couldn't answer the simple question of what his goals were..?}

[Sunsetfire]

"You still have much time to decide."

Sunsetfire nodded his head sagely, then gave the other tom a look in consideration.

"You may join me, if so you desire. Or not - the decision is yours and yours alone."

[Sparrowpaw]

OoC: The MistClan Trio returns as all new characters!

Curses and insults flickered through Sparrowpaw's mind, as the wind almost bowled him over. Severely annoyed by the weather, he flattened himself against the ground. Such strong winds could easily blow a small kit like himself away. He shook his head in an irritated manner as seeds and burrs cast airborne by the wind stuck to his pelt. Sparrowpaw crawled forward a few steps, and paused, clinging to the ground, closing his ice-blue eyes from the fury of the gust. Reopening them, he noticed two other young toms, like himself, sheltering from the wind. He dragged himself further forward, towards them, then stopped once more, and silently pleaded for the wind to lessen.

[Chainrust]

_{The tom nodded. I shall join. For maybe then I will have a purpose, a goal in life. He wanted to continue but a small kit tumbled down the tunnel and appeared in the midst of he and Sunsetfire. Even though the place was owned by neither of them, he couldn't help but surpress a small growl at the kit. His tail flicked. It wasn't unkind, just an alert call for himself. What's your name, Kit? He said, even though he wasn't much a kit himself}

[Sunsetfire]

[Yesss…we rule!]

…now the newcomer’s entrance was interesting enough, Sunsetfire drew himself to his full height, looking over the smaller kit.

“Hello there!”

Again, his tone was that of a friend welcoming another friend. There was no need to act all threatening – he wasn’t like his father. He wanted to lead with wisdom and kindness; but to his foes lead the fiercest clan of all. A clan of solid warriors – there for one another, but willing to fight to the bitter end.

That was Stealthclan. To show honor…no…to be honor; to uphold freedom from Boneclan’s reign of terror…

[Unlucky]

"Turn around and smell what you don't see
Close your eyes ... it is so clear
Here's the mirror, behind there is a screen
On both ways you can get in."


Alone, she stood. Her brother was gone, and all she had was a scent. The scent of his murderer.


"Don't think twice before you listen to your heart
Follow the trace for a new start
What you need and everything you'll feel
Is just a question of the deal."

The wind threated to push her over, but she held strong. Her heart was broken. Those grey blue hues noted the two kits struggling againest the wind, then a third. In the state she as in, she wasn't going to let innocents be harmed. Moving silently towards them, she sniffed. One of the kits smelt slightly of the murderer scent! This required questioning.

When the first two kits went into the thorns, Unlucky stood outside, againest the wind to block it, in efforts to keep the kits warm. That was were the third kit was going it seemed. She was cold yes, but it didn't matter. All of her was cold already, numb by her loss. Under her breath, barely a murmur, she continued her song. She would speak with the kits when they came to her.

"In the eye of storm you'll see a lonely dove
The experience of survival is the key
To the gravity of love."