We Come Bearing Kits

[Crane]

s p i c e f u r !

If I embrace this bunch of flowers of light
It’s sure to become a bright tomorrow
I’ll flap the wings of my heart
To reach my huge ideal

Ugh. Spicefur absolutely hated these trees. The shade, the constant... noise. Bird calls, bugs clicking, snapping twigs.. It was no way to live for a cat.
The bundle of fur swayed in his jaws. Spicefur loved kits, but carrying one across two territories was a little overrated, even for him. He did almost any job that WindClan could offer - he was that dedicated.
He was glad that the scent of the kit - he didn't know it's name - blocked out the strong reek of ThunderClan. Although the kit was of ThunderClan blood, the time it had spent in WindClan has all but masked the chokingly musky scent of ThunderClan.
Spicefur looked down the ravine. There was a huge tangle of brambles all around. This must be te Camp. Spicefur was excited - he'd never been here before. He could see cats drifting around, some carrying prey, others towing apprentices. It was just like WindClan... well, not really. But it was a big family of cats living together - same idea. Just smellier, and under trees.
He placed the kit between his paws, so his mouth was free.
"Hello?" he called loudly. "We've come to return some kits we found!" Uh-oh. Maybe he should have waited and spoke to the leader before announcing his prescnce to all. Bit too late now...

[ooc: pardon the translated-from-Japanese lyrics. They're a bit odd...]

[Shmifty]

Bluestar sniffed in the mucky scents. Under the shade of the trees she was a bit nervous. The first tree she had come across had given her a huge gash on her flank, a scar that would never go away. How was she to know these trees weren't as ill tempered? But if she could deal with it in fourtrees, she could deal here as well. The little bundle of kit in her jaws squirmed a bit, a Spicefur had announced their presence. No dought they would have been scented by now, though. She nodded toward Stripedfur, the ThunderClan warrior that had come with them. "Are you sure this is it?" She asked. Of course he was, but she had to ask. Through the mouth of kit fur though, it came out odd. She didn't care. The kits would be home, and so would she. Problem fixed.

Stripedfur looked down on the ThunderClan camp - a home he hasn't been to in a while, and that the kits have never seen. The little white bundle, Petalkit, had been with him the whole trip. The youngest one... Hopefully she would likeher home as much as he did. He heard Bluestar's question - but took a minute to make out what she said. "Yes, I am as certain as, if not more certain than, Spicefur that that is ThunderClan camp." He said with a hint of amusement in his tone, but tried to tone that down.

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G r a y k i t

Graykit's body hung almost limply from Spicefur's mouth, and he tried not to wriggle too much. He didn't want to give the WindClan deputy many problems with him. Graykit hoped he wasn't very heavy. He had always been the little mild-mannered kit, and he wanted to let his fair disposition show. But Graykit didn't understand why he wasn't allowed to walk by himself. He wanted to take the first few steps into ThunderClan territory with his own paws. This was where Graykit would spend the rest of his life, after all. Shouldn't he be allowed to greet this new life on his own?
The WindClan cats had other ideas, however. Apparently, the kits couldn't be trusted not to get into mischief, because they each had an "escort". Graykit twisted his head around to get a peek of the nearest WindClan cat behind him. He saw his sister, Moonkit, in Bluestar's jaws. The tiny silver crescent moon on Moonkit's forehead glinted in the sunlight that filtered through the tree branches far above. A foxlength behind Bluestar was Stripedfur, their father, bearing Petalkit. The tiny silver rose on her forehead shimmered in the sun's rays.
There was an advantage to being held like this, Graykit soon realized. He was very short, and Spicefur would have towered over him like a sapling next to a full-grown oak tree. So Graykit was provided with an astounding view of ThunderClan territory, one he wouldn't have been able to see on his own paws.
As the sights and sounds of ThunderClan invaded his eyes and ears, the scents came as well. ThunderClan's scent was so much different from WindClan's! His birth Clan's smell was more musky and woodsy. He could scent the rich earth, and the leaves all around them. Graykit felt very secure here under the canopy of tall trees. He knew that soon, he would start smelling of ThunderClan, just as he had adopted WindClan scent over the short time he was with them.
Graykit's body rumbled when Spicefur spoke in his deep, authoritive meow. From his words, it was clear that they were home - to ThunderClan - at last. A chill of excitement rushed through his veins as he took in all the pairs of eyes that glanced up when Spicefur spoke. Soon, Graykit would know all these cats by name. Who knows, maybe he would even be mentored by one of them! He thought he could yowl aloud with all the joy he felt.

[Shmifty]

((ooc: I believe Bluefang had Moonkit... But oh well. Stripedfur had Petalkit. But we can reorganize. Let's wait for other posts.))

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[ooc- Hifty, you need to bring Snowkit and his escort into this thread.]

[Silver]

(Im going to post here, if no one minds)

Shrubwhisker, whom had been soaking his short brown fur in the Green-leaf sun, looked up upon hearing a voice. Lying on his back, the young tom twisted around so he was resting on his paws. He sat and listened, but he heard nothing. He did, however, catch the scent drifting on the wind. "WindClan intruders!" he hissed, springing to his paws. Carelessly, he bolted out of camp, planning on confronting the intruders- by himself, as he realized when the trio of WindClan cats came into view. "What buisness do you have with ThunderClan?" he yowled, claws unsheathed. Shrubwhisker scrambled to remember all the battle moves Rosethorn had taught the new warrior just a few moons ago. He sucked in some air and fluffled up his fur, trying to look beefy and intemidating as he approached the WindClanners. His bright green eyes summed them up, when suddenly, he noticed the kits at their feets. "Those are our kits!" he gasped.

Rosethorn had no doubt that Shrubwhisker would have lunged at the WindClanners had she not arrived at that moment. The large she-cat cut him off with a flick of her tail, stepping in front of him to prevent further action. Shrubwhisker bristled indignatly, but stepped back. Rosethorn nodded, before turning to the intruders. "Forgive him. He's still trying to prove that he is not an apprentice anymore," she purred. "I see you have something we've been looking for... and, my, is that you Stripedfur? We haven't seen you in ages!" the large she-cat ran forward and greeted Stripedfur warmly. "Where have you and the kits been this entire time? Midnightstar was going to announce your disappearance at the next Gathering! Oh! And we have a new deputy! Oh, please, come with me. Everyone will be delighted to see you!" Rosethorn spoke energeticly, while Shrubwhisker looked on curiously. He remembered the striped warrior a little bit... but he had been to focused on Tumblepaw then. A sigh escaped him as he followed behind Rosethorn and the strange WindClanners back down to camp.

(I apologize if it seems rushed)

[Riversong]

Willowpaw had just come back from the River gathering herbs, and had been sorting them in her den when Windclan scent reached her nostrils. It had confused her, but she had decided to wait as there were no battle cries in the clearing. Except, she though with amusement, Shrubwhiskers voice.

Since Willowpaw could not smell blood, she assumed the Windclanners came in peace and were lead into camp by one of there warriors. After she was finished sorting herbs, Willowpaw moved out to the center of camp.

She recognized Bluefang, the Windclan Deputy, at once. Next she saw the kits. Delighted, Willowpaw cried out "Our kits!"
She hurried over to the windclanners and took the kits from them.

Instantly Willowpaw appraised them. Being Medicine Cat Apprentice, it would be unacceptable if she did not look them over first. Seeing that they were unharmed, except for one tiny little scratch on the Greykit, she let out a relieved sigh.

Deciding to treat the scratch on Greykit's flank, she picked him up and carried him into the Medicine cat den. Taking tiny amount of cobweb, she pressed it in to stop the tiny pool of blood from growing larger.

Satisfied with her work, Willowpaw nudged the little kit back in the direction of his sisters. Then she returned to her den.

(Hope you don't mind me adding in a little scratch to treat for Willowpaw. I figured Greykit may have had his pelt scratched by a twig, with the Windclanners not feeling at home in the forest. My poor kitty has nothing to do these days!)
(uf)

[Crane]

s p i c e f u r ft. m o o n k i t .

Earth, wind, water & fire
Cause I would ride through stormy weathers
Just to show you how much I love you

Spicefur heard his comrades spreading out behind him. Okay he had to admit, being deputy was kind of cool. He never thought about it before, but he was doing a lot more for WindClan than he could by being a warrior. Although it was his job to serve the warriors as deputy... It was confusing.
Oh, there I go, babbling on, he chided himself. He glanced up from the kit at his paws at the sound and scent of approaching cats. There were two who he faintly remembered from various Gatherings. He knew the older she-cat was called Rose... Rose.. Rosethorn! But he had no idea about the younger one. Was that an apprentice or a warrior? Maybe a newly-made warrior, he decided.
The younger cat gotthere first.
"What buisness do you have with ThunderClan?" he demanded arrogantly. Spicefur sniffed.
"As a matter of fact-"
"Those are our kits!" he cried, cutting Spicefur off. Spicefur's brow furrowed. A little rude, to be sure.
"Forgive him. He's still trying to prove that he is not an apprentice anymore," came an amused purr, from Rosethorn. "I see you have something we've been looking for... and, my, is that you Stripedfur? We haven't seen you in ages! Where have you and the kits been this entire time? Midnightstar was going to announce your disappearance at the next Gathering! Oh! And we have a new deputy! Oh, please, come with me. Everyone will be delighted to see you!" She rushed forward to greet him. Spicefur suppressed a smile. Yes, it was true, essentially all Clans were made of the same stuff.
Then another cat came bounding up - this one was definitely an apprentice. And she had a strong smell of herbs about her - a Medicine Cat's apprentice, too.
"Our kits!" she cried. She began inspecting the little bundles of fur closely. Spicefur purred, pushing his charge forward an iota to make it easier for her.
Oh! He hadn't noticed the scratch on Graykit! He was a fool. But he stopped berating himself after the Medicine Cat's apprentice had patched him up and nudged him back towards his siblings. It just went to show - WindClanners were not forest cats.

The forest again! Although Moonkit had no memory of the forest, for thefirst time in her short life, she felt at home. The dappled light was so pretty, thrwoing uneven shadows everywhere. The green leaves were an amazing colour, and the sounds coming from so many places were fascinating. She couldn't wait to stop and hear them all.
She was dangling from someone's mouth. She hadn't been paying enough attention to see who it was, although from the smell, she guessed it was Bluestar, the pretty, blind leader of WindClan. She heard the mews of her brothers and sister, and glancing around she could see them all, with the silver markings on their foreheads glinting in the soft, greenish light.
But then, here came strangers. Although they were strangers, they were familiar, and they smelled better than the WindClanners. The WindClanners didn't smell bad... But not that good either. The ThunderClan smell was so interesting! So many different levels - prey, earth, leaves... Moonkit felt utterly at home here.
However, one of the small ThunderClan friends came over and sniffed Graykit over. Abruptly she took him away. Moonkit felt a stab of panic course through her body. She struggled out of Bluestar's firm grip, and dropped to the ground on all four paws. Secretly, she was very pleased with herself. She was the first one to actually stand on home soil. Not get plopped onto it by a ginger tom.
She started to follow after Graykit, mewling for him, but before she could even walk a tail-length Graykit was coming back.
"Where did you go?" Moonkit demanded, eyes as wide as saucers. "I wanna see! Show me!"

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[ooc; That's okay, Riversong!]

G r a y k i t

Graykit eyed the cats that approached them first, speculatively, but amiably. They would soon become his Clanmates, as soon as Midnightstar announced that the kits were there to stay. The first cat was a young and very territorial tom. The other was a she-cat, who was also young but a little older and wiser than the outspoken tom. She seemed amused by his hostility, and was also very glad to have the kits and Stripedfur home. Another young cat, the Medicine Cat Apprentice, as it turned out, came to look the kits over. Willowpaw spotted a little scratch in Graykit's flank that he had felt, but hadn't complained about because he didn't want to make Spicefur feel bad. After all, the WindClanners - being as unaccustomed to trees as they were - could not be counted on to dodge every insignificant little twig that lay in their path.
Everything around little Graykit fascinated him. From the way the light of the sun shone through the treetops high above to the way every leaf in the camp rustled when the slightest breeze blew through, bringing with it the rich scent of earth, everything was absolutely beautiful. And it already felt right; it felt like home.
Graykit did not whimper or twitch as Willowpaw gingerly applied what looked like a cobweb to Graykit's scratch, which was bleeding just a little. He felt the urge to spin around and bat at the spiderweb playfully, but it was important. Besides, he had his whole kithood to play around with his brothers and sisters. Speaking of which...
As he emerged from the Medicine Cat Den after being treated, he saw Moonkit running to him eagerly, her eyes wide with panic and overwhelming curiosity. "Where did you go?" she asked. "I wanna see! Show me!" she exclaimed. She was shaking with excitement. Graykit purred with amusement. Moonkit, ever the adventurer. He noticed her shimmery crescent moon that adorned her forehead, surrounded by her night-black fur. It didn't shine the exact same that it did in WindClan, where the sun was bright and ever-present. Here, it was dappled with the green light that filtered through the leaves.
"I went to the Medicine Cat Den, Moonkit," he answered her with the same enthusiasm that now shone from her blue eyes. He then gestured to the little nick on his flank that was concealed with cobweb that had successfully stopped the bleeding. "Willowpaw treated a scratch I got in the forest with this cobweb! Maybe she'll let you in the den and show you around! It's amazing," he mewed. Graykit stood by his sister's side, his tail twitching in excitement. There was so much to discover and so much to learn in his new home!

[W.in.DY.]

windblaze && petalkit

I am so high, I can hear heaven.
Oh but heaven,
oh heaven don't hear me.
And they say that a hero
can save us, I'm not gonna stand
here and wait.

"Can I come see too, Graykit?" Petalkit asked as Graykit was nosed torwards his sisters. Her eyes twinkled with curiousity, as they usually did. Well, not always. Even though she was starting to have bad eye-sight, she could still see. And, she was beginning to have strange dreams. She saw the cats that she saw in fourtrees not so many moons ago. And it was about the death of someone that she didn't know. She shook her long white pelt, and sighed. Windblaze smiled at Willowpaw. She had seen the apprentice at gatherings, and half moon gatherings, but Windblaze didn't know her too well. "Need any help?" She asked, hoping the answer would be yes. She was bored, and she had come to help. This shouldn't take long. She assured herself, hoping that would erase her fear of worrying the clan by taking too long. She had grown a bit close to Petalkit, and vice versa. What if they were attacked, and Rippedtail was the only hope to heal wounds, and save lives ? That would be terrible. Petalkit sighed again, this time impatiently.

[Riversong]

Willowpaw then took note of the kits' conversation. So they were curious about her den. Well, she'd show them around later. "You kits stay here for now." Willowpaw mewed, turning to the trio "I know that you're curious and excited but I want you to see the other places as well." Knowing how disappointed that made them, she softened up a bit. "I promise I'll show you around after you are settled in to the nursury and have met the other kits."

Then Willowpaw shifted her focus towards her fellow medicine cat, Windblaze, whom she hadn't noticed yet. When the other cat offered her help, she knew that her fellow Med. cat had just as little to do as she did, and was no less happy. "No thanks." She declined. "Though you could take back some honey from my stocks." Willowpaw knew that honey was hard to come by for Windclan, because they didn't have the thick foliage that thunderclan did. Certain that Windblaze would follow, Willowpaw lead the way.

[Shmifty]

((ooc: Wow, that moved. I'll post later, but I guess Bluestar has been a touch quiet, huh?))

[Crane]

s p i c e f u r ft. m o o n k i t !

Now baby just tell me when
I’ll pick you up then
If you’ll be ready
I’ll be waiting

Spicefur glanced around at the reunited family, a happy look in his eyes. The kits were happy, and the ThunderClanners had accepted the kits back with open arms. Well... paws... But anyway, he was starting to feel like he was intruding on family time.
"We better go," he said, "We'd hate to intrude on the kits meeting everyone, and such." He nodded to all his Clanmates, signalling they should leave. He started to pad off, waiting for everyone to leave. He was surprised to feel a small nudging at his leg. He turned around, and saw the little black kit.
"Thank-yoo," she said, her blue eyes full of respect and admiration. She watched as the ginger deputy nodded to her kindly, turned, and sped off. Her duty done, she bounced back over to her littermates.
Suddenly, a glimpse of a bright, starry night sky flashed across her vision. "The stars will be bright tonight," she purred quietly, not sure if anyone had overheard her.

[Silver]

Rosethorn dipped her head to the WindClan deputy. "We can't thank you enough for bringing them home. May StarClan light your path," she purred. "Just to be on the safe side, Im going to send Shrubwhisker to the border with you, in case you run into patrols. That is alright with you, isn't Shrubwhisker?" she asked, turning to the mud brown tom. He nodded, and Rosethorn followed the kits into the medicine cats den, her eye hiding deep emotions.

Shrubwhisker hurried after Spicefur, who had already turned to leave. "I apologize for my earlier ignorance. I suppose we will see you again at the Gathering." His tone wasn't really conversational, more like stating a fact. In truth, he did not mean to come off rude-- he was simply shy and hard-working. The sleek tom watched Moonkit thank the WindClan deputy, and then hurry off to catch her siblings. Maybe I'll be mentoring one of those kits soon... surely they're almost 6 moons... he thought, patiently waiting for the party to say their goodbyes.

[iceleaf]

ooc: so what's the plot, again?