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BrightheartXCloudtail: Thanks so much, and for being my first review/favourite! Here's a Mossykit plushie *throws* Want any OCs in this story?
Now, on to the story! e-e
Swinging her head from side to side, she drank in the forest. The tall trees, the streams, everything that crossed her path was analysed and judged. The tiny she-cat was determined to know ThunderClan territory like it's leader, stopping every few seconds with her jaws parted to smell every scent. Mossykit sighed after another fox-lengths of walking, picking up her tiny paws. Nosing her mother, she started to moan about the long journey, stopping abruptly at a swift 'We're here.' Giving a little jump of excitement, she stiffened as a putrid smell drifted into her nose. Rotten fish! she scorned, short fur rising as a brown figure stepped into the windy clearing. She barely heard Bluffer speak as she cowered against a tall pine tree, longing to scrape the tom's eyes but knowing she was too weak. "This, kits, is your father." Mossykit stopped, confused, for a moment. What about Thrushpelt? echoed painfully in her head, and her mother seemed to read her thoughts. We're... Half-Clan? She shook her head disbelievingly, turning to her mother. Gulping, she saw the blue-gray she-cat haring into the woods, becoming smaller with every heartbeat that passed before completely disappearing, and let out a sad wail, before slumping onto the ground in defeat. She doesn't love us! Hissing angrily as she was picked up by the scruff, she found herself helpless and angry. "Don't worry," came the smooth voice through her fur. Eyes narrowed, she watched her kin follow the strange cat willingly, and found herself angry. Traitors. Eyes wide, she suddenly saw the river in front of her, and her disbelieving gaze hardened as the tom-cat swam like a fish across the murderous waters, dropping her on the other side. She yowled in protest, but finally gave up as a bout of coughing sounded from her throat. Struggling to breathe, she fell on the cold snow, gasping for clean air. Finally stopping, she found herself weak as a mouse, and dragged her paws away from the river, stumbling into the scent of cats. There were many, she realised, and shied away into the warm bushes.
"Oakheart?" the call was agitated, and she looked behind her to see a warm amber stare. "Coming!" The cat, Oakheart, stood and moved out of the bushes, beckoning for Mossykit to follow. She obeyed cautiously, and winced as she took in the burly tom-cat in front of her. He had a crooked jaw, although he seemed healthy. "Where were you?" came the worried call, and then the cat looked at her. His gaze was unnerving, and she took a careful step back. "Who is that?" he asked. His voice was gruff and weathered, although Mossykit detected warmth in it and decided to trust the cat. "Th- I found her in the wood. She's bl- Her name's Mossykit, and she has two siblings, Stonekit and Mistykit. They need a home." The cat with the crooked jaw surveyed her, smiling suddenly. Stumbling after the two, she yawned. I hope that RiverClan is warm...
A/N: Again, kithood is b-o-r-i-n-g! She'll see camp soon, don't worry. New chappy coming soon, I hope...