I walk a l(o)nly road... {Open}

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A small kit lay at the edge of RiverClan territory. It was a fawn calico cat. It's pelt looked like it had been painted by a three year old, thats how messy it's spots where. It's mother, a loner, had left the kit there to die in the horrible heat of the day. But the kit had survived about 1 hour already, she was about to die of the hell like heat and she was only a day old. You see my dear readers, soon to be, Paintedkit, had a mean mother that accidently had her and dropped her off at the RiverClan border to die. Her mother had a crule heart that was made out of hatred and abuse.

The small kit let out the weakest cry any cats would have heard and she was about to die of starvation. Of the heat. Or from predators that only came out during the night. She was alone.

[t h e. a w a k e n i n g]

Dapplepelt trotted throuhgh the territory, the she-cat came across the young kit. Dapplepelt, was going to be a mother. Her kits where born dead, out of four one survived but died the next day from heart deformities. The young she-cat was still at the sharpest point of the pain, when she came across this young kit. Her mate had seem distant from her now, for a few moments she stared down at the kit. But then she picked the kit up softly in her kind jaws, Dapplepelt rested the kit down in the shade, and started grooming its pelt. She made a devotion to try to take care of this young helpless creature, that had a whole, wide, long life ahead of it.

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The small kit felt loved in the jaws of the she-cat, Dapplepelt. She let out a weak mewl and started to fall asleep. She needed to eat. Now. Or she would die. Her little heart began to slow. Would this she-cat, Dapplepelt, be her new mother? Her adoptive mother? Would she take her on as her own? Would this she-cat say she was her mother? So many questions, would they ever be anwsered?

[t h e. a w a k e n i n g]

Dapplepelt pressed the kit close to her teats, where warm milk was held. She tried encouraging the young kit to eat. Dapplepelt knew for sure, they would welcome in this young cat into the clan. She smiled down at the kit, how could any she-cat leave such a adorable, little kit.

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She began to suckle from Dapplepelt. What would this she-cat, Dapplepelt, name her? Splashkit? No, to normal. Spottedkit? Even normaler, even though that is not a word. Coloredkit? Good but not good enough. Paintedkit? Yeah, that's the ticket! It has a nice ring to it!

The soon-to-be Paintedkit, suckled more until she was stuffed to the T. Milk trickled down her jaws and she began to fall asleep.

[t h e. a w a k e n i n g]

Dapplepelt smiled down at the kit, she continued grooming the kits pelt. When she finished she gazed down at the kit "I'll name you Paintedkit! you'll make a wonderful warrior in Riverclan!" Dapplepelt picked up the kit in her soft, jaws. Walking softly, so she wouldn't wake up the it. She walked into camp, and towards the leaders den.


OOC: Could you rp the leader?

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OCC- No, but I can get the real leader of RiverClan!

She slowly moved, back and forth, back and forth in Dapplepelt's jaws. Her little head hung down and it looked like she was dead. But little Paintedkit  was not dead of coarse! Her little pink paw pads also swung with each step the queen took.

[fessybby ♥]

The deputy had been sitting effortlessly in her sister's den, her long plumed tail curled gingerly along her blue tortie body, and bright lapis gaze settling upon what was before her. This had been a normal evening for Swiftsolace. Sitting in the leader's den, awaiting the next biggest thing to happen.

[ I was invited in. ^^ ]

[t h e. a w a k e n i n g]

Dapplepelt placed the kit on a rock, lightly "Hello.. I've brought news." Dapplepelt mewed softly as she stood outside of the leaders den.

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Paintedkit moved around unconfortbly on the jagged rock. Her little tail twitched a bit. She began to squirm around like a wild worm. Her little claws flexed out a bit as she wiggled around. Her becoming jagged and rough a bit.  Her claws were a ivory color that were tinted with a sliver color at the ends of the razors.

[t h e. a w a k e n i n g]

Dapplepelt picked up the kit in her jaws so Paintedkit would stop squirming. 

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She let out a small squeak of surprise as Dapplepelt picked her up. Her little claws slid back in and her messy spotted fur fluttered in a cool breeze that happened to blow by. Her little tail still twitched and she wiggled around. Now, she was just being difficult. She kept squrimming until almost out of the queens jaws.

[t h e. a w a k e n i n g]

Dapplepelt held the she-kit tighter in her jaws. She wasn't in the mood for this difficultness. Dapplepelt mewed "Anyone in there?"

[fessybby ♥]

The deputy flicked an ear, not quite sure what to make of this. "Who do we have here?"

[` h u g]

Paintedkit squirmed and squirmed until almost out of Dapplepelts jaws. Her messy spots and fur still blowing in the breeze that was getting a bit harsher by the minute. It suddenly stopped and so did Paintedkit. She stopped squirming in the jaws of Dapplepet.