Life with RisingClan

[Hannibal]

And…what was this?

Hannibal’s gaze lifted from Kestrel, looking at the little gray and white, blue eyed, she-kit who approached her. A pretty, slender little thing she was already – this little one would be stunning with such elaborate markings that adorned her when she was older.

But then, fate of all fates, the mother of the kits spoke the little she-kit’s name. Hannibal almost froze, almost, his gaze flicking to Burningflower briefly, before looking at the kit once again.

Did she say…

Soulless..?!

There was only one cat here in the valley, who named her kits in such ways.

One cat he once knew so well.

A smile flickered across his face, as those cold eyes stared down at the she-kit.

“You.”

He stepped forward, staring down at her still.

“You’re one of Heartless’s current brood, aren’t you my dear?”

That smile was as cold as that chilling gaze, but no, Hannibal wasn’t done yet. The kit was still quite young, the perfect age to start conditioning. And although little Soulless wasn’t the stunning beauty his daughter, Chainless, was, looking so close to his dear sister, she would do.

For now.

Ah, but the Cannibal was flying under Kestrel’s radar; although she knew of him and the reputation he carried.

She didn’t know his thoughts though.

Nor his new plan to steal this little kit away from them, to brainwash her to serve him.

[Soulless]

Soulless had been about ready to comply with Burningflower’s call and return, although she was sad she couldn’t talk with Kestrel longer, but the black and white tom stepped right in her way. The way he was staring at her, those chilling eyes, made the small kit cringe and crouch, her fur rising in fear.

That look…she didn’t understand it, but it felt purely wrong.

[burningflower]

Burningflower hadn't been looking at Soulless as Hannibal spoke to her; in fact, she barely noticed the cannibal advancing on her. Instead, the queen had been glancing around the nursing den while Graystorm scuffled and twitched in his sleep, Darkwhisker curled into a tiny ball and shivering, and Life sat in between them. As the torbie queen's gaze fell upon Hannibal and her adoptive daughter, Burningflower rose from her position of near-sleep.

"Come, dear," the queen meowed - you might say apprehensively. She was still a bit wary of the cannibal tom, but he was a cannibal - who wouldn't be after only just meeting him? Burningflower picked up Soulless by the scruff of the neck and dropped her lightly in between Life and Darkwhisker - if she'd been beside Graystorm, the two might be scuffling and playing all night.

[Life]

[glow=black,5,500]Young life. The Life. He was young, too young to understand everything. The one thing he did understand was that his mother was dead. His brothers, too. He mourned for them, as such could be seen in the limp way he swung from Kestrel\'s mouth. And even as she set him down, blank emptiness. As if life had left Life, and left him for Dead.

Two sets of eyes peered into his own. He recognized those eyes. His savior\'s eyes. He perked up at the sight, but only a little. She spoke. He nodded. That was all he could do. Opening his mouth would release a pitiful mew that would wake the whole camp. Not that was necessary, for within a short period of time, a number of cats arriving actually made it look like the whole camp was there.

He felt a little outnumbered. Never in his life had there been so many cats around him before. It scared him. He coward down, eyeing each new cat with a wary fear that could be expected after being such a traumatic witness. Again he was picked up, and gathered with other kits much to old to be his siblings. He looked up, curiously at the other two older kits... And then a third... Cat\'s mewed continuously, blocking out most of the sound. A tom... the tom... as he recognized as a second savior of his, crouched and spoke to the gray and white she-cat. Life heard... He noticed the little kit\'s reaction. He coward, pushing back against Graystorm\'s fluffy belly. He kept pushing... hoping he\'d just disappear into his fur...[/glow]

[Lucky]

Bete snarled to herself and shuffled her paws jealously. No male company for her!

Wait! That was foolish! Crisp had known this she-cat long before he knew her. The siamese still shuffled her paws, this time nervously. Had others heard her snarl? Probably not. She was good at letting her anger out, yet keeping it to herlself like that.

Now, the she-cat turned her attention back towards the meeting. Did this hustle-and-bustle about a kit even concern her? Probably not, but instead of going out to hunt like she wanted to, she stayed.

Mm, I like kits! She said, smiling happily to herself. What a mischevious little kit she was.

Ooc: Just to clear it up, no, Bete does not like to eat kits.

[Kestrel]

--Kestrel accidentally killed deleted this post.

[Hannibal]

“My dear, I had only asked her what her lineage was. There is no harm within such a question – in fact, it is a remarkable thing she chose this path rather than…the other.”

Yellow eyes flicked to Kestrel, resting on the she-cat for a long moment.

“There is not a single need for such a threatening display.”

He nodded towards her unsheathed claws.

“You had asked for me to leave. I shall.”

Hannibal hadn’t come here looking for physical warfare after all.

And there was no cat on these lands who could match him within a psychological battle. As the older black and white tom rose, he glanced one last time at the glimpse of fur that belong to Soulless he could see in the nest.

Oh, he would be back.

When they were least expecting it.

“Take good care of the kit. Life. He’ll be a strong one when he grows up.”

And with that, the cannibal was gone, padding from the camp.

[Soulless]

Soulless shot the cannibal tom one last look, confusion within her blue hues at the exchange between he and Kestrel, and then shook her head. She, although far more mature for her age than a kit ever should be, didn’t understand really. Reputation? Who was that tom, really?

But then, her thoughts were distracted by Graystorm’s scent. She, in particular, had always been such a companion to the rambunctious tom, and, even now…Soulless smiled slightly, moving to slink around her adoptive sister and new adoptive brother, to gnaw on Graystorm’s ear in solace.

[Catalyst]

Pride

Catalyst padded back from hunting, mouse in mouth and staring at the retreating back of Hannibal. He knew something had happened, and felt terribly guilty for having missed something. Lady Kestrel, he turned to her and spoke, what has happened? Am I needed? He spoke anxiously, hating to have not been here to defend his Clan as was his duty. There were so many new cats, as well..... Were they all all right? Could any of them be spies or assassins from BoneClan? He drifted closer to Kestrel, feeling protective. His introspection on his new life and his father of late had cost him much in being aware.

In the blood legacy
Prepare yourself

[Kestrel]

You'll never ^take _me alive

Kestrel glanced to Catalyst, chuckling faintly as she got over her momentary anger.
"No, I simply found another motherless kit. Life." She gestured to the frightened kit.

She frowned, then turned and padded a few steps away. "I would like to rest now; it has been a long night. In the morning I shall assign a few patrols."

Then she vanished into her den, through the low, sandy tunnel and into the suprisingly roomy miniature cave below.
She lay, but she did not sleep.

^I'm alive

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If any cat wants to speak to her, call 'er up ^^

[Bluerage]

<sub>The idea struck the assasin as she got a glint in her eye. Or it could've been the sun... Bluerage looked up to Kestrel, deciding against telling her. She'd probably do the mission without anybody knowing what it was. She didn't trust that kit anyways, and no telling what he'd do with information that she was about to pull off.

She knew she would succeed, she was one of the best assasins there were. She was quick on her feet, and could cross a path without leaving a scent behind.

She needed those talents if she intended to do what she was going to do.

And she needed these talents to spy on Boneclan...</sub>

[To: Boneclan Camp]

[Lucky]

Bete got up and started to pad away but Bluerage... She admired this she-cat, very good fighter, loyal, helpful.

But they she saw the glint in her eye. That's when another cat becomes serspicious of the first.

[Life]

[glow=black,5,500]Little Life\'s small heart beat at a steady tempo now. He had calmed only as soon as the strange tom left. His kit blue eyes still watched the undergrowth where he had disappeared. Puzzled. He didn\'t know why he left. Quite frankly, the little kit didn\'t know what was going on anymore. He only knew that he was decisively alone in this little world, surround by all the felines a friendly cat could ask for... But he still felt alone... and Cold.

He shivered, drawing away from the older gray tom-kit\'s belly fur as he was preoccupied with his spotted sister. Life\'s brindle fur fluffed out, warring the cold as he stared, mutely, at the faces of all the cats, looking for the one he loved the most. Movement caught his little eye. He looked, and saw the rippling of the silver fur as the she-cat Kestrel disappeared into a den farther off. Life opened his mouth to release a silent mewl that wouldn\'t reach any of the cat\'s tuned hearing.

Life, vanquished of much of his energy, stumbled backward. Still too wary to pass any of the cats on the way to Kestrel\'s den. He blinked, slowly, finding that the light the moon cast had been abruptly cut off. He stood underneath a bush, entrance to the kitting-den. The splayed leaves blended his shaded pelt instantly with the background, making him perfectly absent from any onlooker\'s eyes. Life was unaware of this, but what he did know that he was no longer surrounded by any cats.

He circled the gathered, pausing to look over his shoulder a few times, making sure no one followed him. Then, with a sweeping look to Kestrel\'s den, the kit made a run for it. He was a shadow moving across the silver lit sandy meadow of the camp. He didn\'t stop till he was in the safety of the dark enclosure of the den, panting little kit pants as he caught his breath. Then, stiffening, aware of the quiet form in the den, Life then padded quietly as little clumsy kit feet could to Kestrel\'s side. He sniffed her fur admiringly, making sure she wasn\'t the spectral he first thought her to be, before he curled next to her, asleep in the instant he lay his head.[/glow]

[Life]

ija bump. ^_^

[Kestrel]

zetsubou kara no hajimari te ni shlta kara ;;


Kestrel lifted her head and watched the kit silently for a moment. Sympathy and sadness showed most prevailantly in her mismatched eyes.
This kit had lost everything he had in the world just a few hours ago. How do you recover from that?

After a moment, she reached out one white paw and swept the kit closer. Then she dropped her head to her paws.
She slept.


;; arukitsuzukeyou

[Crisp]

[ I'ma offta the Cheery Border Patrol! ]

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