Lost & Angry

[Raven]

Your alone! Your family and Starclan abandoned you.- You lie! I'm surrounded by cats who care for me!- Hah! Look around Ravenkit! No one cares for you and no one will!- No! People do care for me! The scrawny kit argued with herself in silence. The dark consumed her. Night had closed in on the large camp. A soft cry slipped from her maw as she remembered the close warmth of her brothers. She'd never known her mother or father. Sudden fear gripped her with iron jaws. She scanned the nursery making sure none had heard her. She flopped to the ground. Her head in between her paws. Ravenkit felt tears slip down her cheeks. She didn't want to be the odd one out. She wanted friends abundance. She wanted family. She wanted to be normal. The black kit took a deep breath. Her mind racing. Starclan chose you for a purpose...One day you'll lead Windclan...Why do you think they hurt you so? Only for great reward.- Starclan doesn't choose deputies...Starclan isn't real Ravenkit countered her darker mind. Her ugly amber eyes filled with grief. She had truley loved her brothers. She truley wanted her mother. Ravenkit didn't want some other cats mother. She wanted her own mother. Seeing everyone still slept she padded past them. Leaving the warmth of the den. She bounded away from camp. Soon getting lost in the thick heather. She came to a stop near a clearing. She had never left camp before. Frightened thopughts sunk in as she tried to calm herself.

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[Thornpaw]

Fitful dreams woke Hawkpaw with a start. His eyes snapped open, and unknowingly flexed his claws. His amber orbs peered around the apprentices den letting his eyes adjust to the new light. He could see the outlines of the other cats in the dark, an occasional snore shattered to serene silence. He shook his head and urged himself to his feet and slipped out of the den with silent paws. Once out in the camp he stretched and let his eyes wander the blazing heavens dappled with stars. A near full moon stood out among the dark, filling him with a sense of mysterious connectedness. A small cry edged into the air, making Hawkpaw tense his muscles. What is this? He thought to himself. A muffled cry again broke the silence. The nursery? As quiet as a stalking fox her crept towards the nursery, careful not to awaken anyone. He poked his fiery head into the entranceway, shielding the light from the moon, making it difficult to see. His eyes soon adjusted, making the nursery seem as clear as if daylight were shinning through. Every detail was his. His amber eyes searched the darkness until they fell upon a small dark kit. “Ravenkit?” He called softly stepping forward, dareing not to wake a queen or face her wrath. He slipped by the cats almost tripping over a queens hind paw. A sigh escaped his lips as he neared her. He slipped his body around hers letting their fur meet each others letting her slip into his powerful figure. “Something wrong?” He whispered in her ear, almost inaudible. “Its alright, you can tell me!” He nudged her slightly, attempting to make the mood a little lighter.

[Raven]

OOC: She left the nursery.

[-.NighTSighT.-]

Breezenight stumbled wearily towards a shady quiet spot near, but not in, the Windclan camp. She collapsed in the soft heather, and stirred, sobbed but did not let tears run. "I don't care if she isn't my friend anymore!" She muttered quietly but with anger, "I am loyal to Windclan.. she is from Riverclan.." She moaned, thinking of her kithood friend, now detesting her...
Breezenight's ears suddenly perked and she scented a Windclan scent nearby, she noticed a small black hump in the grass, "What are you doing here kit?" She asked holding back a sob, but not caring how she looked, or to expose dignity.

[Thornpaw]

((oh, my mistake, allow me to redo that))

Fitful dreams woke Hawkpaw with a start. His eyes snapped open, and unknowingly flexed his claws. His amber orbs peered around the apprentices den letting his eyes adjust to the new light. He could see the outlines of the other cats in the dark, an occasional snore shattered to serene silence. He shook his head and urged himself to his feet and slipped out of the den with silent paws. Once out in the camp he stretched and let his eyes wander the blazing heavens dappled with stars. A near full moon stood out among the dark, filling him with a sense of mysterious connectedness. A small cry edged into the air, making Hawkpaw tense his muscles. What is this? He thought to himself. A muffled cry again broke the silence. The nursery? As quiet as a stalking fox her crept towards the noise. “Ravenkit?” He called softly stepping forward, dareing not to wake a soul A sigh escaped his lips as he neared her. He slipped his body around hers letting their fur meet each others letting her slip into his powerful figure. “Something wrong?” He whispered in her ear, almost inaudible. “Its alright, you can tell me!” He nudged her slightly, attempting to make the mood a little lighter. His eyes drifted to the moon, so welcomeing. ((sorry night and raven!))

[Raven]

A small gasp released itself as Hawkpaw curled around her. Her ugly amber eyes widened in fear. She pulled away from the apprentice. Startled and angry with herself. He must have seen and heard her. She opened her mouth to tell him nothing was wrong when another cat appeared. The recent warrior, Breezenight. She had watched in the shadows as Breezepaw became Breezenight. Here she had to wait atleast four moons to become an apprentice. She backed away from the older cats. "Nothing! I just left the nursery to explore...I got lost, thats it! It's nothing!" She stammered, her mind working with the story. She made herself believe it as if they could read her mind. The extremely frail and small kit shivered as night bruhsed through her thin coat. Tear streaks clear on her face. You turn weak in the face of another cat? You let them hear you cry for you family like a kit?- I am a kit!- Who will be leader someday! Step up! You won't become an apprentice unless your strong!

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OOC: S'ok

[-.NighTSighT.-]

Breezenight looked at the kit, her face gave away her weariness, she felt weak, but her face also had the expression of compassion, "Do not fear of your emotions.." she sighed, "Look at me, I am a warrior.. and I can't hold my fragile emotionalism." She tried to approach gently towards the kit, maybe to confort her, but she did it instinctively as if the kit were her own...

[Thornpaw]

Hawkpaw’s blazing amber orbs watched the kit in the dark, and though he did not say it allowed, he had gone through a similar transition. His emotions where hay-wire Leaving him an angry and rebellious cat, angry at his father for abandoning him, at his clan… The hawk’s eyes burning into him as it swooped on silent wings closer to him, leaving him a brutal remembrance of its attack. He had to fight to survive, and it made him strong. He gave his chest a quick lick, rasping his tongue down the rugged scar running from the beginning of his left leg to the top right of his muscular shoulder. The hawk, dead. His father, dead. All he had known was death. And he looked upon the kit, crouching low defensively before them, he saw sorrows in those eyes that even he could not decipher. He sat down next to Breezenight nodding in respect of her words, a small smile creasing his lips. “She is right, you can not hide from your emotions, it can destroy you. To truly be powerful, you must be strong in your emotions as wall as ability.” His tale flicked in the moon bathed clearing, his eyes glowing. Maybe he could mentor this kit. He thought with curiosity. He shook the thought away letting his features still in masked respect. “You can lose yourself, there is a balance and you must heed it, you cannot fear it.”

[Raven]

Ravenkit took a deep breath. Then said slowly, "I just got lost" Her voice firm with lies. The runty she-cat nodded as if nothing could go wrong. "I am strong in my emotions, I know to let loose sometimes. There's nothing wrong anymore though" She meowed in her sophisticated tones. The she-kit who had practiced with words and mind all her kithood sat boldly staring them in the eyes. She knew she had nothing going for her, strength-wise. So she practiced, hoping to impress with her strong intellect and capable speech. Her black ears plastered against her skull. "Can we go back to camp? I miss the others" She lied, sure they knew nothing of her antics in the nursery. They had better things to do, like train. Her stubby tail curled around her legs. Unlike normal kits she hadn't grown bigger then a one moon old kit. She was highly susceptible to sickness. She coughed softly as wind hit her coat again.

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[-.NighTSighT.-]

"Good." Breezenight just said, her humility of character did not allow her to notice any kind of superiority. The pale young warrior sighed, she did not want to return to the camp but as soon as the cold breeze passed by making the small kit cough, she curled her bushy ginger tail around the black kit, "Yes I think we should go.." She meowed worriedly and glanced at Hawkpaw; Breezenight wasn't good with commands or any kind of authority and she felt strange, since not long before she was just a quiet and timid apprentice. She searched for her friend's reassurance and at the same time reassuring the kit.

[-.NighTSighT.-]

((Thorny? Raven?))

[Raven]

{I was waiting fro Thorn to post.}