Post by Dyzzie on Feb 17, 2015 13:45:20 GMT -5
Brightblossom gently picked up the closest kit to her, by the scruff, setting the little kit back into the mass of little bodies before smiling reassuringly to the female, "I'll be back quickly, I promise . . ." She assured. Kits. Kits for the clan . . . . She spun, dashing out of the cave with a flick of her tail and immediately rushing towards camp, eyes searching the shadows for the lone cat. Where was Ashnight. She didn't want anyone else to know about this situation before she could talk with Ashnight and make sure that what she was about to do was alright. Kits. She finally saw a flash of grey, and weaved her way into the shadows of that area, soon finding the tom, "Ashnight . . . . I need your help with something." She was certain he'd probably already guess with the smell of a non-clan cat scent on her pelt, as well as that of the kittens she was about to take in, but either way, she valued his opinion. Her voice lowered, her pale eyes watching him, "There's a she-cat with a handful of kittens . . . She wants the kittens taken into the clan, raised as clan cats . . . . They won't survive with out a clan's help, not during this time of year . . . . Please, will you help me bring them to the nursery . . ." She asked, watching him, hoping he'd understand her desire to be able to help the small family - and the kits that needed her
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The tom relaxed as his sister stopped fussing, even as his eyes slitted open, blinking against the blinding light of the snow, noticing the stranger's scent was gone . . . . And his mother still hadn't returned . . . . Why wasn't she cuddling with them anymore?
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The tom relaxed as his sister stopped fussing, even as his eyes slitted open, blinking against the blinding light of the snow, noticing the stranger's scent was gone . . . . And his mother still hadn't returned . . . . Why wasn't she cuddling with them anymore?