..Watching the Flowers Burn

[burningflower]

Two kits mewled loudly as they suckled from their tired mother. Both kits were a deep gray in colour, but one was female and the other, male. Their mother, however, was of different peltage - she was more of a torbie type. But it didn't matter to her; her kits were safe and healthy.

Burningflower.

The three cats were sheltered by a clump of bramble bushes. They seemed to have been...built there. Even stranger, a hole in the wall of brambles was only a few tail-lengths away. What was this place? Surely it wasn't another Clan? Burningflower never liked the Clans. She had a feeling that that DarkClan wasn't a happy place, and so she never went in their boundaries.

Burningflower sniffed the bushes. A strong scent of cat wafted out from between the branches. She heard cats meowing excitedly. What was happening?

"Come, kits," the torbie she-cat mewed briefly, but Darkwhisker and Graystorm couldn't move by themselves. Burningflower first picked up the she-kit and dropped her off near the hole. She then padded back to where the tom lay, and put him with Darkwhisker.

Burningflower peered in the hole. A group of cats was gathering, and atop a sandy-coloured stone stood a gray and white she-cat with mismatched eyes. That she-cat held a small kit, around the same age as her own. What in the world were they doing? Did that kit have a mother? She stood back. Should she go in there? Would she get killed? What was going to happen?

The torbie she-cat stuck her head back into the hole. Taking a deep breath, Burningflower meowed quietly, "Hello, cats; would you have room for a queen and her two kits?"

[Lucky]

Lucky came out of camp from the bottom of the stone through the brambles. She was surprised to see the cat there. She had just gone to hunt for the cats. Lucky she didn't go to BoneClan, Heartless might have eaten her Kits and maybe even her! "I am nothing but a prisoner, but knowing Kestrel, she will welcome you! Come." Lucky motioned with her tail for the cat to follow, she picked up a Kit to help her. Hunting for the cats would have to wait.

[burningflower]

As a she-cat from the group in the clearing picked up Graystorm, Burningflower half shrieked, half mewled in fear for her kit. Then when she realized that the cat was just trying to help, the torbie she-cat scooped down and grabbed Darkwhisker in her mouth.

"Th-thank you," Burningflower meowed, though her thanks was muffled by a mouthful of soft kitten fur. Kestrel? Who is Kestrel? the queen pondered curiously as she padded through the hole in the wall of brambles. Could she be the cat with the mismatched eyes?

Ooc: I suppose I'm just going to wait here for Kestrel to properly accept Burningflower before barging into the meeting. And yeah, sorry for short post. Dx

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[Rift]

Ooc: Giddy, if Lucky is a prisoner, she wouldn't be allowed to go out and hunt >.>

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[Lucky]

Ooc: Uh... well, I am a prisoner, I know that much. It says so at the RisingCLan hirarchy...

[Kestrel]

|ooc| Sorry it's been so long...
And Giddy, Rift is right. Lucky wouldn't be allowed to leave camp, and she's not a slave. A prisoner, yes, but Kestrel would never make a cat a slave. She intended to keep Lucky in camp until she could arrange a patrol to escort her out. They aren't her 'masters.'

You'll never ^take _me alive

Through the rain-dashed bracken pushed a ghostlike she-cat, her fur white and winter gray, her eyes mismatched; one blue as the depthless ocean, the other brilliant electric yellow.
She paused, her head down, watching the queen. She guessed she was harmless, and those kits...
A small smile twitched Kestrel's lips. Now here lay the seed of an idea: offer the queen shelter, and enlist her helping caring for the kit. It wouldn't be hard. What kind of queen hates kits?

Her mismatched eyes were guarded but still somehow welcoming. "Hello," she meowed softly. She was not a large cat, but she had drawn herself up to her full average height and an aura of authority surrounded her. RisingClan was her turf, and here, she reigned.
"You seek shelter from the storm," she observed. Her eyes fell upon the she-cat's kits, and her eyes grew warm. "We have room for you, if you'd like. As you see, we have another kit. She has no family and no milk. Do you think you'd have the milk for her?"

Now that she thought of it, Kestrel couldn't figure out why she had opted to take such a young kit in the first place. An older cat could be weaned early, but an almost-newborn?
The will of StarClan, Kestrel thought with a faint, resigned sigh. Once she had thought they were there...but now she wasn't so sure.
Maybe they have plans for me. The idea drifted in her mind for a moment, but Kestrel brushed it away distastefully.

I'd like to think my ideas, my plans, are my own.

^I'm alive

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[Lucky]

Ooc: Um, ok, I changed it a bit! ;D I guess that's a no to the Med. Cat thing huh?

Lucky smiled with glee. She was proud of herself. The golden she-cat hadn't been eating much lately, so she slouched over to the Fresh-kill pile to grab something. Hopefully, Kestrel wouldn't notice.

Hm, a bird, they won't mind her eating a thin, feathery, probably stringy, bird. She grabbed it off the top and ran over to her corner to eat.

[burningflower]

"Of course!"

She was breathless. Another wonderful kit to look after! Graystorm was a few tail-lengths away from his sister and his mother, so Burningflower scooped up Darkwhisker and padded through the tunnel.

"Could you get Graystorm, please?"

She flicked her tail to the dark gray kit that lay mewling on the ground, and sat with Darkwhisker in her mouth to make sure that Kestrel would help with the tiny tomkit.

Ooc: Oh. I forgot. Darkwhisker and Graystorm are up for adoptioneh. So anyone can claim them. They have to stay within RisingClan until they are at least a year old, though...so yeah.

[Kestrel]

You'll never ^take _me alive

Some of Kestrel's customary intensity departed from her mismatched eyes as her gaze fell across the small kit.

She stepped forward and scooped the kit up, admirably well for a she-cat who had never really handled kits before.

She carried Graystorm into the camp, flicking her tail for Burningflower to follow. "Mak yourselves at home," she meowed around the kit.

^I'm alive

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