RisingClan Meeting // 2 [The Kit]

[Kestrel]

|ooc| I hope I'm not powerplaying at all, Umber ^^;
We need someone to take care of Souless, since she's newborn. Someone can make a random queen, or I can...

You'll never ^take _me alive

The storm had faded away, and by now the BoneClanned had probably already noticed that their kit was missing. The thought sent a shiver down her spine. The vindictive joy that leapt to greet that thought seemed to her somewhat obscene-- that she should feel happy about stealing a kit away from its parents.

Killers or not, BoneClan was that kit's home.

Here will be made a better life for this kit, Kestrel thought soothingly.

Raising her head, the gray and white she-cat yowled, "Cats of RisingClan, gather 'round and hear the news!"

She spared a quick, warm glance at the kit that lay between her paws, protected from the wind and cold. Kestrel had always loved kits.
"I wonder what your name is, little kit," she murmured softly. "And whether you should keep it."
Just how far does this go? Do they pretend the kit was not born BoneClan?
No, honesty always, Kestrel challenged her own thought fiercely.

Always.

^I'm alive

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[Lucky]

Lucky smiled. How cute the Kit was... Well, she had told the truth now... All she needed to do was to hear from Kestrel if she could say and/or become RisingClan's Medicine Cat.

[Crisp]

Crisp darted into the camp behind Kestrel. The kit was safe now. The black cat assumed that BoneClan - he shuddered at the thought of the name - knew where RisingClan's camp was. He looked warmly at the small scrap of fur that Kestrel held.

You'll be okay, he silently told the small kit.

|OOC|sorry, grossiesch post. I apparently have an English assignment due tomorrow and I didn't even know about it because I was sick the day he assigned it. BAI<3 Oh, also, I can make a queen to nurse Soulless...

[Soulless]

[Mrr, not at all Kestrel. ^^ ]

Soulless mewed plaintively, her head accidentally butting against Kestrel’s leg. The tiny kit did not know any better, she was blindly looking for her mother still.

The warmth was gone. She shivered in cold, her tiny cries fading. The scents, comforting to the small one, of her siblings, or the milk scent of her mother, were no more. Her tiny nose was assaulted by new scents – things that her oh so young mind did not yet understand.

[Deadnight]

Deadnight sat to the back, panting. He was still on alert, fully, green hues looking back over his shoulder.

The tom half expected the kit’s mother to come bursting out of the undergrowth after the Risingclan cats.

He head turned, ears swiveled back, and he settled his eye upon Kestrel, and the small kit huddled at her paws.

[Lucky]

Lucky was still waiting to hear if she could be the medicine cat, but she decided to sociolize a bit.

"What's the matter Deadnight?" she asked, "You seem so tence. It's not like anyone's going to come, they hardly even know where this place is! It is kept nicely well hidden.

[Kestrel]

You'll never ^take _me alive

As Kestrel waited for the others to arrive, she watched the kit with warm but saddened eyes.
"Be still, little kit," she whispered to her. "All will be well, little kit. We have rescued you from a bleeding future, from a life of murder."
She shifted her weight, drew the kit in closer to keep her warm.
"Things will be much better here."
She licked the kit comfortingly, as a mother would do, but Kestrel had never been a mother.
Here, you will live.

^I'm alive

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[Lucky]

Ooc: Kestrel, are you just going to ignore my question or what?

Ic: Lucky padded up to Kestrel. She looked sweetly at the bundle, and her heart melted. "I can take care of her if you want," she said.

[Rift]

Ooc: Giddy, Lucky couldn't care for Soulless. A mother cat must do that, one with milk. ;3

Actually, if a Rising Clanner went out and found Midnight, I bet she'd be willing to help o.o

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[Lazy Crispy]

OOC: Well, as I said before, I'll make a queen if one is needed...Or Wardreamshadow can randomly pop in, she's got enough milk for three kits...

[Kestrel]

|ooc| Giddy, Kestrel will answer in her own good time, ok?
Crisp, since you were the volunteer, you're in charge of kit-keeping. You can make a queen or have Wardreamshadow pop in. It's your choice ^^

[Lucky]

Ooc: Own good time...ok! *looks at watch* Times up! Lol, just kidding! (I am a little impatient though. Just a little...)

Lucky sat down and let her tail swish as she watched the RisingClan cats scurry about. This was an interesting and funny Clan!

Ooc: Eww! Shortness!

[Lazy Crisp]

OOC: Hmm, Wardreamshadow vs new queen...I think I'll just make a new queen. Wardreamshadow seems content where she is, and besides, unless Rift and Grit help, she can't carry both kits all the way to RisingClan. So new kitty will come.

Just a question, though - should she just have kitted right beside the camp without knowing it, or can she be pregnant?

[burningflower]

OOC: Mmkay, made the account for Burningflower, the queen who will take care of Soulless. I'm gonna create the character description once Kestrel tells me whether Burning should be pregnant or just have kitted outside the camp ^^

[Kestrel]

|ooc| she can have recently kitted and needs shelter from the wind and rain....

[Kestrel]

You'll never ^take _me alive

Kestrel shivered as a cold wind swept her, a wind that came from inside. BoneClan. BoneClan will be coming, she thought, her silent voice hard and cold and thrumming with tightly controlled rage.

Rising to her paws, Kestrel yowled, "Cats of RisingClan, killers though the BoneClanners may be, they will not leave this kit to us. We will have to fight for it.

Any cat willing to fight will journey beyond this camp and patrol our borders, ready for attack. We cannot give away the location of this camp, so stay as far from here as you can.

Find the BoneClan patrol, fight them, kill them if you have to, but don't let them get this kit!"

Kestrel's voice was ringing with passion and conviction. Standing atop her rock, the wind blowing her fur, her long claws scraping the rock, she looked maginficently fierce. Everything the leader of a rogue Clan, a just rogue Clan should be and more.
"This kit will live a better life here," she added softly. "I won't condone the moral issues of this plan -stealing a kit, then fighting off or even killing the patrol sent out to save it- but we have to remember that the kit will be much better off living with us, where we can teach it properly."

"Now go, RisingClanners, and defend what is rightfully ours. Defend our home and way of life, and our morals and ideals."

^I'm alive

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[Crisp has just been signed out]

Crisp yowled his agreement. The black tom was willing to fight! What loyal cat wouldn't be? He pondered it for a few heartbeats, then shook his head and yowled some more.

"Yes!" he meowed triumphantly. "Any cats willing to fight for this kit, let's go!" He was acting like the deputy, but Crisp wasn't trying. He was just...enthusiastic about fighting for what was right - or what they believed was right. BoneClan may have been the kit's birth Clan, but it certainly wasn't the kit's rightful home. BoneClan was a place for killers. Murderers. Snipers. Assassins.

The black tom padded confidently towards the entrance to the camp. BoneClan wouldn't get this kit back. They wouldn't win this fight. No. Not this time.

[Lucky]

Lucky ran up. "Can I go?" she cried, "Please Kestrel? I want to help this Clan and prove myself to you! I wanna prove that I'm sorry!"

[Kestrel]

You'll never ^take _me alive

Kestrel turned her yellow and blue gaze on the RisingClan prisoner, and her eyes grew colder. "No."

Her voice was positively icy as she spoke her answer. Because she felt all cats should know the reasons behind her descisions, she added in her chilly voice, "You tresspassed on our land and threatened to jepardize out plan. You showed us great disrespect. Not only do I know next to nothing about your motives, I also know nothing about your ability to fightFurthermore, lastly, and most of all, I don't trust you."

She turned her gaze away, surveying the clearing. She smiled, just a little, as she watched Crisp go.
He's a good cat, she thought vaguely. RisingClan's lucky to have him.
That Crisp was so ready to help. Yes, Kestrel wished the cat who had intruded on their land was more like him.

Well, I suppose you can't have everything in life. ...You have to fight for what you really want.

^I'm alive

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[Crisp]

Ooc: Ooh! Crisp woulda loved to here some one say "RisingClan's lucky to have him!" He can be so egomaniacal sometimes xD

But I have one thing to say, and I'm not trying to be all nyerghie-STUPID, but um...Giddy? Lots of your characters seem to be all higher-up. Giddykit won against Bristlekit in a mini-fight - and she's much, much, much bigger than him - Lucky was being kind of, I don't know, I guess it'd be self-centred, aloof...

Get ready for an insanely short post! XD

Padding out of the camp confidently in the storm which was now slowing down, Crisp thought about...things. Tom things, of course. Like how many pretty she-cats lived in RisingClan!

"I'll take this end," Crisp meowed, and pointed his tail to the left. "Some cats come with me, and some go to the opposite side." He padded on towards the destination he had