One Kit, Two Kit, ThunderClan has New Kits!

[Amber]

Ashstar had let the two warriors talk for a few more moments before padding out of WindClan. They didn't need to disturb WindClan any longer, the Clan had been though enough losing six kits, and they were not welcome, especially by the queens, or so the feeling in her gut was telling her. Spottedkit and Stonekit would make fine ThunderClan warriors, despite what all they had to go through, this would make them so much stronger. She had been anxious to get back home, very much so. The kits would need to get settled into the nursery. The thought of kits in the nursery made the she-cat beam. It had been a while since there were several kits in the nursery at one time. And she would make sure the Clan accepted them, no harsh feelings would go on if she were to help it.

Finally reaching camp the she-cat spotted her brother out of the den. Wow, it must be getting late for him to be outside. Nevermind....he was just getting food. Frostwind really was an idiot, that was for sure. Her brother was a bit on the weird side. She looked around for her own apprentice. She still felt awful about having to get onto him. Ashstar knew she probably shouldn't, but she would take him out later and they could go hunting or something. Right now the kits needed to be settled in. As she neared the High Rock she sighed and jumped onto it.

"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather underneath the High Rock for a Clan meeting." her voice rang around the clearing. Ashstar looked at her brother, and saw that he was torn, stop eating and join the meeting, or continue eating and piss off his sister. "As you know, Tigerheart, Mottledleaf, and myself traveled to WindClan, and are proud to announce that we have two new Clan members, Spottedkit and Stonekit. Everyone will treat them like our own, and we look forward to having two new warriors for ThunderClan." with the announcement being said she leaped off the rock and back to the two kits. "If you follow me, I will show you to the nursery." she murmured to the two, making her way toward the nursery.


Frostwind had just stepped outside the warriors den, deciding to get up after a grumble sounded, signaling he was hungry. The white pelted tom grinned at the sight of the fresh-kill pile. Food was good. And there was his favorite food, a nice plump mouse. Grabbing it quickly and making sure no one was trying to get his food, he huddled into a spot, and began to devour his food. He only noticed his sister when her loud voice called a Clan meeting. And she was staring at him. Was he doing something wrong? Finishing up eating he padded closer to catch what was being said. Something about kits? Ehh, he'd ask later, right now he really wanted to go back to sleep.

[☆ Y e l l o w ☆]

((Just my cats giving their opinions. Nothing really interesting happens with them. xD))

Swallowfang glanced toward the camp's entrance when she saw Ashstar's patrol returning. She had remained in the clearing since the ceremony so that she wouldn't miss the new arrivals. Just as the young leader had said, two tom kits were with the returning patrol, and Swallowfang looked them over with interest. Two new warriors were exactly what ThunderClan needed, though there was always the issue of them not feeling loyal to their new Clan. Kits born in ThunderClan were preferable, but at least these were Clan kits and not loners. So they had warrior blood in them, even if it wasn't pure blood. She considered offering to mentor one of the kits herself once they were old enough, but decided to wait a while first to see what they were like. She didn't want to be stuck with mentoring a kit she didn't get along with.

Earthfoot poked his head out of the medicine cat den once he heard Ashstar call the meeting. The kits are here, he registered as he realized what this meeting was for and he saw the two WindClan toms. This was an unusual offer to say the least, and it was unfortunate that the kits were being split from each other. Split, He narrowed his eyes as he tried to remember where that sounded familiar. The Great Split! Was this what the dream had been referring to? He had to think about this more, StarClan never made it easy. For now he turned to go back into his den, deciding to introduce himself to the kits later. When they were settled in, at least.

Eagleclaw picked himself out of his nest and exited the elders' den once he heard the commotion, sitting just outside the den to watch the meeting. Two new kits, they weren't ThunderClan-born but they needed warriors. He hoped that they would make good warriors despite being taken to a strange Clan. If they were strong they could get over it and either decide to make their new Clan proud or not care. He hoped it was the former. Because even if they weren't born here, ThunderClan needed all the warriors they could get.

[. s p o r e l e t t ♪]

Spottedkit followed the grey she-cat numbly out of camp and across the moors, stunned into ambivalence although usually the sight of the outside world would have filled him with excitement. Instead all he felt was hollow emptiness, a cold sensation that spread through his limbs and robbed him of all sensation. The young tom could do nothing more than put one paw in front of the other, so he walked the entire distance to ThunderClan's camp without saying a single word.

When they arrived, he roused enough to look at his surroundings as they entered the clearing. Bushes, boulders, and fallen trees littered the bottom of the towering ravine, hiding hollows that the young tom assumed were the dens of ThunderClan's cats. He glanced above him and saw only the underside of the forest canopy, with bare flashes of sky visible here and there. Hurriedly looking away, Spottedkit quickened his pace to catch up to his new leader. He didn't want to be reminded of the claustrophobic feel of their new home.



Mottledleaf kept a close eye on both kits as they walked, her dark green gaze alert for any signs of fatigue or fear as they neared home. The young tom who bore such resemblance to herself, Spottedkit, seemed to be handling the transition so far, though he hadn't spoken a word since their journey began. She hoped that his silence would be overcome in time, and that the small kit wouldn't hold any lasting bitterness from this day in his heart.

Sitting by her two grandkits as Ashstar leapt atop the Highstone to speak to the Clan, Mottledleaf thought over the idea that she had been considering since they had left for WindClan. Stonekit and Spottedkit were still quite young, maybe a moon younger than Ravenkit. ThunderClan's oldest kit had been raised largely by his brother, since there were no queens in the nursery to look after the tom, but with her own kin moving into the nursery as well, the warrior felt that things couldn't go on as they had until now. Spottedkit and Stonekit would be in need of a guardian.

As Ashstar leapt down from her perch and led the two new kits toward their future home, Mottledleaf took a breath and then stood to follow them. She had a request to make of Ashstar, and she didn't know if it would be granted to her. "Ashstar," she addressed the younger cat, "may I have a few words? It is about my grandkits' welfare. As you know, we haven't had a queen in the nursery for moons. I would like to ask if it's possible for me to move into the nursery with the kits to look after them until they are apprenticed. I have no apprentice to watch, and they need care if they are to grow into loyal Clan cats. Perhaps..." she paused for a moment, "Perhaps it would be good for Ravenkit to have an older influence besides his brother, as well. Rabbitheart has been trying to raise him on top of his warrior duties, and it might do him some good to not have to worry about that."

[Yoko]

((ooc: Ahhhh, Spore that's so sweet! ))

Patchpaw stepped aside as Ashstar and her patrol came through the entrance. Her gaze immediately fell to the little bundles of fur trailing behind the patrol. So those were WindClan kits? She had not expected the spotted pelt or the gray one. Somehow she had imagined to dusty brown cats, also, they appeared to be toms. She was so certain that Ashstar would pick she-cats. After all, there were eight kits. Surely, there had to have been she-kits in the litter?

Questions whirled through her head. Would they be able to hunt in the forest? What sort of things had they learned in WindClan already? Was it true that they slept under the open sky? Did they really just eat rabbits all the time? Had they ever had a squirrel?

Patchpaw sat patiently through Ashstar's brief announcement, and shortly after she lost interest. They were just kits. If they were anything at all like Ravenkit, they would be annoying and distempered all the time. And they actually had reason to be.

Patchpaw padded over to her mentor, Tigerheart, and mewed softly with wide curious eyes, "How was it? Did Ravenstar threaten anything? How come the kits are both toms?"

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After Tigerheart strode through into camp, he had been intending to find his brother so that he might ask a few questions when he got the chance. He had a bit of digging to do. Waiting until Ashstar's announcement was done, Tigerheart headed towards the warriors' den, his steps full of purpose. As he went, however, he was apprehended by his apprentice and paused with a smile to talk to her.

"Hello, Patchpaw," he greeted. "It was as smooth as we could have hoped for. There seems to be no trickery aimed at ThunderClan, at least. Ravenstar threatened nothing, though I'm sure the fact that both kits are toms is not coincidental," he continued dryly with a roll of his eyes. "Still. Despite the fact that she-kits would have been ideal, two extra kits is good fortune for us." Tigerheart glanced over his shoulder at the two kits, his tail twitching from side to side.

Make sure our kits are well treated.

Tigerheart's brow creased in a tiny frown as he recalled Doveclaw's words. Honestly, that she-cat! She was becoming quite irksome, what with her words springing up in his mind again. Still, he had told her the kits would be well cared for.

"Patchpaw, when you get the chance, make sure you lsay hello those kits. I suppose they'll appreciate friends closer to their own age now they're out here. Ravenkit isn't the most... welcoming of kits."

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[Kitty]

Stonekit had followed the ThunderClan warriors as if in a trance, expressionless and indifferent the whole way across the moors, farther and farther away from home with each step. But wait, the WindClan camp wasn't home anyway. He lived in ThunderClan now. He didn't want to tell any of the warriors, but he was tired by the time they reached Fourtrees - and he didn't even register the fact that they were there, either. But he forced himself to go on. The gray kit wanted to look like he could manage something as simple as a stroll across borders. He needed to leave a good impression on his new Clanmates.

At last, the patrol reached the ThunderClan camp. It was down in a ravine, which was odd. It was very different from WindClan. Stonekit couldn't see the sky, feel the breeze, smell the comforting scents of his old home. The trees were blocking it all. Stupid trees. Stupid leaves. Stupid ravine. The smells weren't even the same! Here there were woodsy smells and new prey scents and who knew what else, much different from the crisp smell of the moors.

The WindClan - no, ThunderClan kit stood beside his brother while his new leader called a Clan meeting from some rock - why a rock? Great StarClan, ThunderClan cats were so...weird. But wait, would that make he and his brother weird? They were ThunderClan, after all. Stonekit didn't even pay attention to what the gray she-cat said during the meeting, just sat and stared at his paws until she came over and instructed the pair of brothers to follow her to the nursery. He stood numbly and dragged his tired paws over to the gray leader whom he couldn't remember the name of.

It was then that his so-called "grandmother" came over and began speaking to their leader about something or other, probably about he and his brother. Stonekit just tuned it all out and instead glanced over at Spottedkit. "Spottedkit...ThunderClan's territory doesn't have any moors, and I couldn't smell any rabbits on the way in! What do they eat?"

[nightstorm]

Spiderpaw had just been munching on the body of a mouse, when new scents drifted past him. Ashstar, Mottledleaf, and Tigerstar had returned....along with two new cats. The young tom stood up, his meal forgotten, as he scented WindClan. His eyes widened as he spotted the newcomers. Kits! So the rumor was true. The WindClan queen had offered her kits to all the Clans. Why would she do that though? Didn't she want them?

Confused, Spiderpaw followed Ashstar's summons, and sat down on the edge of the crowd. The two kits looked frightened and bewildered by all these new cats. Spiderpaw felt sorry for them. A small pang of dismay went through him, as he thought. They were toms, but ThunderClan needed she-cats. Why couldn't Ravenstar or the WindClan queen give them at least one she-kit? Oh well. It wasn't his decision. As the kits passed by with Ashstar in the lead, Spiderpaw shot them a sympathetic glance. He knew what it was like to be separated from your parents. He knew what it was like to be half-Clan.

Suddenly, he brightened. Maybe he could befriend these two kits, and comfort them. After all, he could relate to their story. He could make them feel welcome. Now may not be the best time, but he would make friends with them soon.

Shadowstorm had been watching the cats in the clearing, when Ashstar and her patrol returned. He greeted her quickly, then glanced towards the kits she had brought with her. Anger shot through him for a moment; Ravenstar knew that ThunderClan needed more she-cats. He must’ve have done this on purpose. But it wasn’t the kits’ fault. Shadowstorm was able to hide the anger, and nodded to them. He listened as Ashstar made her announcement from Highrock, then padded over to greet them.

“I trust things went well then?” he asked, as he approached. “I made sure that Mudpaw was busy while you were gone. I think he will regain whatever trust he lost quickly. He is eager to get through the days until he is able to become a warrior.” Shadowstorm continued on. “Not much happened while you were gone. A few cats went out hunting, but for the most part, they remained around camp doing various things.”

He finished his report and looked down at the kits, and gave them a comforting glance. “Welcome to ThunderClan, young ones,” he said warmly. “I’m Shadowstorm, the deputy. I know you must be upset right now, so I’ll leave you two to settle into the nursery, but perhaps we can get to know each other a little more later. First, though, what are your names?”

[Kitty]

Stonekit was lost in his little world of wondering and confusion when a tom came over and started giving a report to the leader. Maybe about what happened while she was gone. Oh well, it didn't matter to the new arrival. He was still thinking and wondering when he heard a voice. "Welcome to ThunderClan, young ones." The voice snapped the kit back to attention. It was rude or mean or snarling or anything. It was warm, welcoming. It was the voice of the cat that was talking to the leader, and the tom confirmed his suspicions of the fact that he was deputy in his next sentence. But it made Stonekit decide that this 'Shadowstorm' was a cat he could trust, even though he was the deputy of this Clan.

Stonekit gathered up his courage before answering, making sure he voice wouldn't sound scared or nervous. Tried to sound brave and bold, although he probably only barely masked his cautiousness. "Thank you, Shadowstorm. I'm Stonekit, and my brother is Spottedkit."

[Amber]

Ashstar was glad the kits were well received by the rest of the Clan. She knew they would be, after all, if it wasn't obvious ThunderClan needed warriors, and kits were the start to that. Well most everyone, her brother looked like he needed to be set straight. She would make him patrol later, but who to send him with? Who would push him to the point of actually doing something other than herself? Probably no one, but there had to be someone. She was about to glance around and see who could possibly be up to such a challenge, but was interrupted by Mottledleaf, not that she minded, of course.

She listened to the warrior and nodded, she was right and already had experience with being a queen. Ashstar couldn't believe that she hadn't thought of who would take care of the kits in the nursery. She figured the Clan would take care of them, yes, but not a specific cat. This would be the best idea. "Mottledleaf, that sounds like a reasonable request, and I will grant that to you, only if you are sure that is what you would like. I don't want you to feel obligated to do this just because they are your kin. But you are right, someone to help influence them in a positive way is a good idea. And Ravenkit does need someone other than his brother, Rabbitheart is young and needs to experience more warrior-like duties. If this is what you want, I have no problem with you staying in the nursery and taking care of these kits."

Turning away from the older she-cat for a few moments to listen to her deputy's report her thoughts went to Mudpaw again. "Yes, things went as well as expected. And I am glad to hear that. I will go on a patrol with Mudpaw later, but with two new mouths to feed I want to make sure there is plenty of prey. Thank you for the report, Shadowstorm." The gray she-cat watched as the deputy introduced himself to the kits, and glad that Stonekit responded.