Created For A Place, I've Never Known.}} [P.Rainy.]

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<sup>Jaykit.
Water. Running across the shore like wheels spinning across a new highway. Smooth, calm, intriguing. That's how Jaykit thought of it. The silver-blue tabby was thinking about a lot of things, actually. Nighttime always seemed to be a time for him to think. His life in the day was noisy, his mind becoming cluttered with what others thought of him, how fast or strong he was, who he looked up to, and that lingering voice asking why he existed. It wasn't a suicidal thought or anything, just curious. Really, why was he alive? What did Starclan decide his purpose was? He didn't know. This noisy kits' thoughts were as abnormal as his "obnoxiously loud" behaviour.


Of course he never meant to be loud. Thats just who he was. But kits still teased him about it, saying how annoying he was. But it was the warriors and elders that were the worst. "What a loud child, you have." They always mentioned to his mother as he played in the dirt, laughing hysterically with the other kits. His mom, not being the 'supportive' type, just nodded in agreement, taking no defense for her own child. She just dismissed the insults as if she was dismissing a fly.

But the bullying didn't occupy all of his thoughts. He was fine with how he was, and everyone else was just untolerant. Oh well, that's their problem, not his. Gazing up at the stars, he turned his head, hearing... something. Shrugging and returning his captivation to the holes in the sky, he decided that... life was, despite everything- life was good.</sup>

[Rainer.]

The emerald of her eyes bright with a roughish glimmer, a spindly shadow detached itself from the cover of the undergrowth, stalking audaciously over to the river to peer into its depths.

Spiderkit had casually stepped over the RiverClan border as if she was merely waltzing through another part of ThunderClan territory, purposefully oblivious to the boundary. The she-kit hadn’t even paused, or even contemplated what might’ve been waiting for her over there, she had merely done it, Spiderkit style. Her current mission occupied her entire mind, and her latest quarrel with her friends. It was simple, she was to nick a fish from RiverClan – prove that she could beat those water indulged cats at their own game – and sneak it back over to camp to claim her prize, victory.

Now she perhaps felt a touch of unease, gazing into what seemed to be a tumult of angry white foam and water to the ThunderClan kit. But as her way, Spiderkit quickly shrugged it off, her mischievous expression intensifying as she leant over the water, a thin blue paw poised.

A flicker of silver made the kit lash out so swiftly it left no room for thought. With a muffled hiss of surprise, Spiderkit found the rest of her body following her paw into the river, tussled blue fur bristling indignantly in that brief instant before she hit the water. Then it was all around her, pushing, tugging at her, forcing her underneath its weight with a merciless haste. With not even the slightest clue how to swim, she thrust out her limbs in all directions, paddling fitfully as her head broke the surface only to be dragged under once again. Her lungs shrieked for a breath of air, a desperate panic welling up inside the kit until a choking cry exploded outward, as her muzzle dipped out of the water once again. “HELP!” 

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<sup>Jaykit had gone thinking about counting all the stars. He was up to fifty seven when he heard the crash. It was like the sound of a denser object tumbling into the thin water. He began to think it was more downstream, perhaps a rock falling from th high cliffs of the gorge, which would be not unusual. But then he heard... Struggling.

He was pretty sure most rocks didn't struggle.

He looked frantically into the rapids of the great chill, a little scared and a little curious. What had made that sound? Was it a dangerous animal? He decided that he needed to go back home, to the warmth of his mother in her den.

He turned and began to walk from the muddy shoreline towards the grasses that bordered it. But then he heard another sound. A call for help.

Jaykit whipped his head around, seeing a dark figure struggling and choking. It looked like one of his friends that he tousseled with in the kit den. Did she fall in?! Little did he know that this was a ThunderClan cat, one he shouldn't be nice to. But still he pelted to the shoreline, jumping in and suddenly feeling the powerful current slam against him. His instincts kicked in, and he moved his paws. His effort was like swimming through molasses. He wasn't even sure if she was still in visible range.

There. By miracle, the kit was still in his sight. "I'm coming!" he told her, though it came out as gurgles. He took a few strokes, then the current slammed into him again, making him collide with her.
But now, at least, he had a steady hold.</sup>

[Rainer.]

Spiderkit was beginning to feel dizzy, blotches of black forming on the edges of her vision. She swung her head blindly to clear it, limbs still striking out aimlessly at the water. The air in her chest was growing increasingly stale, and the intensity the pain that clutched her increased as her lungs began to scream uselessly for a breath. A trail of bubbles burst from her maw as she cried out silently in the water.

She reeled as some strange creature collided with her spindly frame, her sudden snarl a mere whisp of gurgled sound underwater, a waste of her precious air. For a moment she scrabbled hysterically at it, trying to dislodge herself from its hold, but she stopped her struggling as her wide eyed gaze recognised the shape in the murky darkness as a cat. Hope burst within her, was it her brother? Had Evviekit come to rescue her? Or was it one of her sisters?

She clung to Jaykit without realising that the tom was in fact a RiverClan cat, not one of her siblings, forgoing all swimming to hug him tightly with her slender forepaws as the current swept them down the river. After realising what a dead weight she must have been, she kept her hindlegs pumping frantically at the water, managing to grasp some sense of direction as she thrust out for the surface.     

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<sup>Jaykit felt her squirm, moving her limbs and what ever else in attempt to help him navigate through the water. It kept the weight off a bit, but honestly, it was making him loose track more than help. He gurgled a protest before unexpectedly breaking the surface, taking a huge breath to fill his burning lungs. He stretched his tail to steer a bit, trying to make his way towards the shore. It was on Thunderclan's side of the river- by the sunning rocks, actually- so being there was going to get him and his clan in huge trouble.
But he rather that then drown.

Pushing through the water with long-legged strokes, he prayed to Starclan that they would make it. He curiously and desperately stretched one of his kicks in attempt to make it touch the mud-stirred bottom of the tumble of water. No luck.

Getting one last chance to bob up for air, he used all of his waning  reserves of strength to get to safety. Kick, kick! He thought. His heart was pouding and his legs were burning. He couldn't tell if the water was already unclear or his vision was blurring. He felt like he was going to vomit the contents of his stomach- even though it was empty.

Land. The two intertwined bodies slammed against it, being carried onto the rocky shore.  Jaykit clasped on to it, afraid he was going to be whipped away again, as he crawled away from the treacherous waters, still holding and being held close by Spiderkit. He coughed in a fit, his body trying to release the huge intake of water it was just filled with.</sup>

[Rainer.]

Spiderkit drank fervently at the air as they both broke the surface once more, filling her lungs with a much need breath before the water claimed them again. That respite cleared her head somewhat as she blinked furiously, tying to see where the shore was and where the water wasn’t. But the she-kit had no luck, it was all too fast, everything a tumble of water, fur and of the stony bed beneath them. Despite his objection of the action – of which Spiderkit could make no sense of – she continued to paddle, refusing to let the river claim her as its victim.

Unprepared for the force with which the current slammed them into the bank, Spiderkit felt the air knocked clean of her as she groped at the smooth stones that struck her body. The water threatened to wrench her away from her sweet revelation as she lurched towards land. But being partially dragged by Jaykit, she managed to overcome it, and crumpled thankfully on the dry shore.

Her bedraggled form shook as she spluttered and choked on the fluid she had inhaled, coughing violently as it gushed from her mouth and nose. With a final heave that cleared her chest of what remained, she struggled a few more trembling steps from the river. “Evvie?” she croaked pitifully.

But when she finally managed to get a good look at her rescuer, the kit scrambled rearward, rather taken aback as she scurtinised him suspiciously. It wasn’t her brother at all, and she realised in that moment that this wasn’t even ThunderClan cat. She was torn between going on the defensive and simply lying face down on the shingle. In the end she chose the latter, sinking downward to collapse among the stones. With a sharp twist of her head, she assesed the stranger with a pair of wide green eyes. “Who..?” came her simple question, the blue solid too weary to further describe her query.       

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<sup>Jaykit was clearly just as flustered as she was. This was definitely not someone he knew. In fact, this wasn't even someone in his clan. Coughing a few more times as his respiratory system, full of water ,cleared itself, he heard her speak. Her voice sounded cloudy and echoed for a minute, as if she was speaking behind glass. His ears then adjusted, his mind processing what she had said and translating the electric pulses through the wires of his young mind into an answer.

"J-Jaykit," he panted, his lungs feeling like they were crumbling into sand despite the heavy intake of water that they both just experienced. "Where- are you from Thun-" his accusation broke into coughs, and he sniffled. He took a big breath, forcing down his instincts to hack any more, and looking at her in wonder.</sup>

[Rainer.]

--bleh, I’m sorry for my slow replies, I have been so busy today -_-

“Spiderkit,” she grunted weakly in reply, blinking drowsily. “But… just call me… Spider.” Her speech was long and drawn out, stifled by her frantic breathing as she sucked at the air with obvious relish. Her flanks moved fitfully as she tried to catch her breath. Eyeing the water restlessly, the dark blue she-kit knew that this was certainly an experience she wasn’t going to forget in a hurry. The task of fishing had seemed so simple a moment ago, but now it appeared impossible to Spiderkit, the young feline finding herself bewildered at the fact that RiverClan managed to live on a staple diet of fish and not suffer so many casualties by their river. Now, even the thought of daring to step a foot closer to the bank made her suppress a quiver of apprehension.     

Her gaze immediately narrowed as she registered his question, ears swivelling to pin against her head. Was she right to be wary? This cat, Jaykit, had saved her life even though he wasn’t one of her Clan. She wasn’t the type of cat to think about what might’ve happened if he hadn’t been there, not being one to linger on the past. But it was clear she wouldn’t have fared very well if Jaykit hadn’t happened to be nearby. Finally deciding to bestow the tomcat some of her trust, she responded in a low voice, “ThunderClan… yes. I’m ThunderClan,” from the hesitancy in her tone, you might have thought she was revealing her deepest secret.

She drew her chin against her chest as he began to cough, automatically flinching at the sound, and she waited until it had died down before she spoke. “Your, RiverClan? How come why… why did you help me?” Interest sparked in her emerald gaze as she analysed him further, curiosity overwhelming her suspicion in an instant.   

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<sup>Just Spider? Jaykit thought as he took slow, heavy breaths greedily at the crispy night air. Why didn't she just prefer Spiderkit? It honestly didn't bother him, it just made him quite confounded. He usually kept rules in mind, getting really into that Starclan and Darkforest stuff. Over believer? Sure. But it kept him motivated to keep learning and being part of the clan.

His nose quivered, the sting still lingering from all of the water. Not stinging, exactly; it was more amid a painful tingling= much like before one would sneeze, but much more intense- and burning. He tried to ignore it by looking over her more thoroughly than the first time. Even without her slow answer to his question about her origins, he could have told that she was from ThunderClan. A wiry build, good for stalking whatever they hunted over there, but not as large as kits from ShadowClan. Windclan would be a no as well, because her legs and other features were not as long as one from that region was.

"I helped you," He began to reply slowly, clearing his throat a few more times. "Because... It would have been cruel to let you die after I saw you in need of..." he paused, feeling a cough build. It didn't need release, so he continued. "Assistance. And...I also kind of thought you were someone else," he looked at his wet paws sheepishly, his drowned silver-blue fur looking dim.


(no problem c:)</sup>

[Rainer.]

When it came to picking out who was from which Clan, Spiderkit wasn’t exactly the most gifted. In fact, she had just assumed he was a RiverClan cat from the fact that he had jumped in the river to save her. Now she couldn’t imagine any WindClanner or ShadowClanner stranger doing that. The idea provoked an amused smile on her sharply angled features, the way her fur was plastered to her frame making her look a bit like a dishevelled rat. Not that she would have cared, the state of her appearance was never an issue for the extrovert of a feline.

Her ears perked curiously, green eyes gaining a friendly glitter at his words. Well it didn’t matter to her that he had thought the cat he was saving was someone else, in the end it had been her. Stretching out a spindly paw, she dabbed at his flank with it. What could she say, thank you? No, Spiderkit was too macho to speak words like that. Instead she greeted his response with a wide smile, although it had a still weary tug to it from her experience in the river. “Who said I would die?” she growled rather glibly, shaking out her fur as she staggered to her feet. Her whole body ached, from head to toe. But flexing each of her limbs in turn, it seemed it was nothing that serious. She sported a few scratches, whether from Jaykit’s claws or simply crashing into the stony shore, she didn’t know, but they were mere trifles. “I could have gotten out by myself, I was just… enjoying the water.” Now that was a complete lie, but her motive was more to lighten the mood that to prove anything. And Jaykit seemed nice enough, it wouldn’t hurt to make a new friend… who cared if he wasn’t in her Clan? Certainly not her. She sniffled somewhat, her throat feeling raw from coughing up the water so violently before, as if sandpaper had been rasped over it. Swallowing uncomfortably, she blinked gratefully at Jaykit. "Why are you... out here anyway?" she questioned sceptically, eyes narrowing once more.         

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<sup>Jaykit had little reaction to her thankful pat to his flank. He was more stuck on what she had said. He was slightly affronted by the way she was implying that she was fine on her own and didn't need a Riverclanner to help her get out of the river. Jaykit decided that she was probably just like the rest of her clan, a bit too proud and flaunt with their descisions. He eventually registered the fact that she was most likely lying , though that wasn't displayed on his face. "Oh, I'm sorry." He muttered apologetically. "I just thought that you were in trouble. Where you were swimming, well... the water is turbulent. A few Riverclanners even drowned there."

Jaykit's honesty would probably make her feel astounded, and maybe even shameful she had ever lied to him. That's what he hoped, deep down. He watched her get to her feet, and a few moments after, he decided to get up too. He couldn't stay on the cold, rocky shore forever. It wasn't exactly luxurious, anyways; rocks dug into his soft underbelly, making spherical grooves in his skin. Getting to his paws slowly, he licked a paw. His body wasn't cold from the water; he had sleek fur to block out most of the liquid from absorbing, but he was a bit itchy now. Self-concentrated, he heard another question of hers in the background.

Jaykit wasn't very sure if he should trust her enough to give an honest reply. "I like the stars." He replied simply. It wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the full truth. "Why were you out here?' He asked, his stormcloud grey eyes looking into her green ones.</sup>

[Rainer.]

Spiderkit immediately wanted to swallow back her words, mentally taking note of his seemingly severe stance. She hadn’t seen her subtle joke as a lie, at least not in the deceitful sense. There was in fact a fine line between jokes and mendacious lying for the she-kit. When it came down to the imperative things, Spiderkit was typically glaringly honest. But if you dared speak a false word against her, well she herself wasn’t one who forgave easily.   

A slight increasingly icy chill prickled at her damp skin as the wind picked up, provoking a restrained shiver from her. Her mid-length fur was completely sodden, and she was drenched from head to toe. Ignoring it, Spiderkit was on her guard once more, the kit deciding that his simple sentence deserved only a simple response. “I like fish,” she retorted cynically, trying to figure out his frame of mind. He wasn’t hostile, she could tell that at with a mere glance, but he wasn’t exactly receiving her very cordially, not that she had expected to be at all, they were strangers for that matter. But it irked her nonetheless, for a reason she couldn’t determine.

Her limbs were wracked with a tremor she tried to unsuccessfully contain, the blue solid gritting her jaw. Her fur bristled noticeably with the cold, and she felt bare to the skin with her thin, waterlogged pelt. Eyeing Jaykit with somewhat of a simpering smile she waited for the RiverClanner’s answer to her words, ones that obviously pointed out her little endeavour at fishing.

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<sup>Jaykit smiled at that reply. He was always edgy with other cats' senses of humor besides those he was close to, so sometimes, he took things too offensively. Of course he didn't mean to, but that was just how he was. His smile unfading, he asked with a friendly laugh, "That makes a lot of sense. All Thunderclanners love fish these days, don't they. But wouldn't that be considered stealing prey, if it is in our river?" His grin was not challenging, but playful. Of course it wasn't yet his duty to protect borders, though it would be more "patriotic" to his clan, so he decided it would be appropriate to laugh at that. It took away the stress of almost drowning, at least.

The young tabby noticed her shiver. He would have offered something to keep her warm- but there really was nothing besides physical contact. And by the way they were tensely acting towards one another... well, that probably wouldn't be the best idea either. He looked up at the full moon. It was still late, but not late to a point that it was near dawn. They both had time to get back to their camp and move on with life.

 But, really, he didn't want to move on. Jaykit was curious about this "Spider". Her boundaries were set, so he clearly couldn't get much from first assumption. This was the first Thunderclanner he had ever seen in real life, so it would be good to hold on to this moment. Maybe they could be good friends.That is, if they weren't so stiff around each other.</sup>

[Rainer.]

The blue feline tipped her head to one side, a comical smirk tugging the corner of her lip even further, until she was wearing a crooked, uneven smile. She leant in towards him, green eyes conical as her beam lightly touched her gaze. “What are you trying to say? You should know that your tastes aren’t just limited to you, why can’t we enjoy something different from mice and squirrels?” She promptly pulled away, running her tongue over her teeth at the prospect of feasting on the slick flesh of one of the slippery creatures. In truth it didn’t extract much interest from her, but ThunderClan cat had actually never savoured it before, and she was always one for trying something new. Her gaze wavered from him to their surroundings as she registered his implicit accusation, leading Spiderkit to chew on her lip. “It wouldn’t make a difference to you, if it was only one,” she made her point rather vociferously, not feeling blameworthy in the slightest. “It was just a challenge,” she continued. “A bit of… fun.”

She shifted her light weighted form from side to side, the cold creeping under her fur again to incite another vexing shudder. Her mind lingered briefly on the thought of returning home to curl her clammy body against the perpetual warmth of her mother’s fur, but she knew she was certainly not going to be welcomed in her currently wet state. And the questioning that awaited her was worth postponing for this RiverClanner foreigner, she couldn’t help but subtly enjoy the stiff sentences they exchanged.

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<sup>"So your explaining to me that you wanted to fish and swim?" Jaykit continued his humorous questioning. "Sounds to me like you wanted to be a fish." The tom grinned, his fur already beginning to appear dry, unlike Spiderkit's drowned mop that she was shivering because of. He finally summoned up the dare and courage to ask her.

"Spider, are you too chilled? Perhaps I could get your back to warm you up." Jaykit's doubtful expression told that she would probably say no. He felt embarrassed just asking to basically lick a stranger. But, oh well. Thunderclan would certainly question if she got pneumonia because of the cold. Even so, he was just trying to be kind. Maybe this would prove that he was a friend, not an enemy. He certainly wanted to break the tension at this point, mostly because of how adamant they had started out towards each other. Still, attempting a close friendship with one of a different clan at this young of an age could either be pointless or dangerous.
They would be growing up learning how to fight each other, and equally one or another can change to dislike the other because of that. This would lead to regret, sadness, and maybe even anger. But hey, if a genuine friendship is an opportunity...why not?</sup>