1-21-20 6:12 PM

Bluefur blinked down at the two little kits. Her ears flicking back as she heard the bushes rustle behind her.

"Is everything alri-..are those kits?" Pushing past her Patchpelt looked down at the kits in surprise. "Something you need to share, Bluefur?"

The she-cat lashed her tail. Swipping at the black-and-white tom's ears. "There not mine you mousebrain!" She snapped, turning back to the kits.

Patchpelt crouched down in front of them. His yellow gaze narrowing as he nudged one of the kits. "Well, they smell like milk and ferns. Maybe their rogue kits?"

The she-cat looked around. Her mouth opening slightly as she took in the surrounding scents. It was hard to tell, but the scents of the mother seemed to be gone. Course, it could be masked by the undergrowth and rain.

"We just can't leave them," Poppydawn meowed from behind her.

Picking up one kit in her jaws Bluefur turned around. "And we won't, Poppydawn grab the other one." She ordered in a muffled mew.

...

Walking back into camp they rushed to a sheltered spot. Getting the kits out of the rain that now poored down, hitting their backs sharply. As soon as they were in camp Pinestar and Sunfall were paddling towards them.

"What happened?" Demanded the brown tabby. His ear twitching as he looked down at the two little kits.

Bluefur dipped her head to Pinestar. "We found more bones, and than these two." She meowed, looking down at the little kits. "The mother seemed to have been gone for at least a day or two," she added.

The ThunderClan leader sighed. "I guss you couldn't just leave them..." He murmured. "Take them to Featherwhisker," he ordered, "then let one of the queens nurse them."

Taking one of the kits into her jaw, Bluefur trotted into the medicine cat's den. Firemoon close behind her with the other kit swinging from his muzzle. They placed the two kits into an empty nest. Bluefur stayed close to them, curling her tail around the two little kittens.

Soon enough Featherwhisker padded out into the open. His gaze flickering to the mewling kits that were in the nest. Without a word he gently nudged the kits, his gaze searching over them for any injuries. "They seem fine. A little thin, but aren't we all at this time in leafbare?"

"So they're okay?" Bluefur asked, her blue gaze growing soft as she glanced down at the kits.

Featherwhisker glanced up at her, amusement in his light blue orbs. "Of course they are, but their scent is just..ferns?"

"We found them alone, covered with bracken," Firemoon piped up.

The gray tabby nodded, his ears flicking back. "And their mother?" He asked.

Bluefur paused. The scent of anyone around was faint, a day or so old. But what if the mother did come back? For a second she felt her head spin, quickly she answered with. "Gone." Before getting to her paws. "Should I give them to Snowfur to nurse?"

The medicine cat sighed, staying silent for a second. "Yes, but i'll take a better look at them tomorrow."

Once again they picked up the two little kittens. Bluefur felt the little she-cat wiggle in her grip. The mewling growing slightly louder as they entered the queen's den. Inside was alot warmer, the smell of milk and sounds of Snowfur's kits ringed in their ears.

Placing down the kits beside her sister, Bluefur looked at the white she-cat. "Can you nurse them?" She asked, hesitantly. What if her sister refushed to?

But the she-cat looked down at the two little kits in awe. "Oh, their so tiny! Who's are they?" Snowfur asked, nudging the little kits to her belly.

The blue-gray warrior sighed. "A rogue's. We found more bones scattered around, but oddly enough these kits were left a day or so ago. Weather got bad, and we couldn't leave them to freeze or get shoked by the rain." Explained Bluefur, a hint of guilt in her voice.

But Snowfur didn't seem to mind. Instead she purred loudly, her blue eyes shining. "I'm sure they'll be nice and safe here. Do they have names?" She asked with her icy gaze glancing upwards at Bluefur.

Lashing her tail Bluefur shook her head. "No, do you want to name them?" Her gaze flickered to the two little kittens. They were both very small, probably only a moon old or so.

The largest out of the two was a tom, he had a tabby black coat that was soft-looking. While his sister, the slightly smaller one, was a cinnamon coloured kit with a white underside and her ears looked more curled than her brother's.

Snowfur was deep in thought. Her blue gaze fixed onto the two nursing kits. Her tail-tip twitching every now-and-than. "Maybe you should name them, Bluefur, I already had my share of thinking for names." Snowfur meowed, looking at her own litter of kittens.

"I-me? But i'm not really good with kits.." Her paws scuffled under her, eyes darting to look anywhere but at her sister. Bluefur loved to spend time with the queens every now and then, but kits..What am I afraid of? It's just naming them! Tail lashing she thought for a moment. Even if Pinestar didn't want the kits to stay, they deserved to have names.

Sitting down she wrapped her tail over her paws. "How about Shadekit and Doekit?"

The white furred queen purred. "Those are good names for them. See, it wasn't that hard!" Her sister teased lightly, before yawning, sharp white teeth glinting in the few rays of light.

Bluefur raised to her paws. "I should leave, get Featherwhisker if you need anything, alright?" Before leaving Bluefur glanced at the two kits again. Shadekit and Doekit. A small smile twitched on her maw before she left the nursery.

1-22-20 8:48 PM.

*Warror Cat Fact*

Dustpelt and Ferncloud are related.

Brindleface and Dustpelt are siblings (He's from a different litter), and Brindleface is Ferncloud's mother. So he's her uncle.