A Kit in Need [Open/Tagged]

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Plot: Tornado is arriving!
Muse: As always, horrible.
Word: I can't tell (on mobile version after I said I would stick with the PC version).
Tags: Babylonranger, Carotius, Silvergrass, Puddlesdog (haven't Rped with you in forever!), @ace, @razzatazz, Whiteleaf, Vinepool, Roselocke, Eveningbreeze, [Acro.] (probably should get Ratstar) ... And anyone else who would like to join!

Tornado had enough of being carried. He squirmed angrily as he tried to put his paws back to the ground.

The grey tom strutted proudly into the camp. He was at the lead, his pelt shining as the sun hit it. Tornado looked stunning, really. I mean, who couldn't love a shining, proud, amazing, stunning, ect. tom?

Tornado noticed the entrence right away. He quickly took the lead.

Tornado glanced around his surroundings. There were cats all around, staring at him. Tornado rose his head higher and met all of their stares. He glanced to his left. More staring cats. Same procedure.

[Silvergrass]

Stormfeather gave a small grunt as she followed the bouncy kit inside, she had nearly broken her jaw carrying the wriggling kit. Seriously, what was he made of? Cheering up slightly as she entered the camp, the warrior made note of Tornado's 'fans', hoping they wouldn't be too harsh on the kit. Or on her and the rest of the patrol. As more cats gathered around, the warrior followed the rest of the patrol.

[Carotius]

The kittypet kit had been a handful for the patrol as they travelled back to camp. The Bengal tom didn't want to go into detail, but to put it simple, even the naughtiest kit in the Clan wouldn't squirm around that much if they were being carried somewhere where there was shelter. Or maybe he was squirming because he knew the shelter wouldn't be as comfortable and luxurious as the Twoleg den he had run away from. That can't be a good thing for the Clan to realise.

Kestrelflight padded after Stormfeather, tired from the ramblings that assaulted their ears on the trek back to the grassy clearing that was their camp. He would have loved to head straight to his nest and nap until he could join the evening patrol, but judging from the crowd gathering at the clearing who stared both curiously and incredulously at the newcomer...that was going to take a while. For the love of StarClan, please don't let this take long...

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Skykit rushed into the clearing, rudely shoving her way through cats to see the newcomer. It was a kittypet! Ugh! She knew Ratstar allowed kittypets to join SunsetClan, and she respected that, of course, but still, this is a kittypet we're talking about. With a collar and everything! He showed lots of signs of a kittypet, barely any of a clan cat. Then again, most kittypets did. Oh well. May as well greet the newcomer. The black she-kit went right up to the grey tom. "You do realize this is SunsetClan ground, right?" She asked. Skykit expected the tom to back away, as Skykit was looking a but intimidating with her large size. However, she received another response.

Tornado glanced upward to see a large kit approaching him. Tornado's muscles instinctively tensed. "You do realize this is SunsetClan ground, right?" The cat asked. Oh, so that was the name of this place. Tornado smirked. This was gonna be fun. "And do you know that you're in my personal space. Now would you please move back, thankyou very much," Tornado answered calmly. He had a smug smile on his face as the black she-cat stepped back a little, ears folded. Tornado could feel the unwavering eyes of some other cat from behind him. He decided it was far better to anger this kit instead of dealing with a cat who only glared at him.

[Babylonranger]

Mossbrook normally tried to be kind to others. He liked being nice; it made him feel happy in ways he hadn't been since his sister died. but this kittypet kit he and his patrol had picked up was whittling his patience away, wearing it down to the bone.

"Break it up, you two," the brown tabby warrior said, standing over Skykit and the gray tom. "Skykit, he does know that this is our territory. Kestrelflight, Duckstripe, Stormfeather, and I are the ones who brought him here." Turning to the gray kittypet, he said, "As for you, you're only here for as long as Ratstar is willing to let you stay, and we still need to ask her permission for that. I'd suggest you be respectful to her, and answer whatever questions she asks you." Starclan above, if this tom was going to stay he'd need to learn and use manners fast or even the easy-going Sunsetclan cats would want nothing to do with him.

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Tornado tossed his head arrogantly. He licked his front left paw delicately before turning around with a smirk on his face. He looked lazily up at Mossbrook, not really caring about what Mossbrook was saying. It all sounded lame to him. Why would he care about this Ratstar. Sounded like she was a rat. Why in the world would cats be following a rat's orders? If anything, it should be the other way around. These cats were already starting to show signs of losers. This was gonna be a loong day (wonder why he doesn't get along with other cad very well). The sassy tom whipped his head around, only to see the black kit laying down right in his way, cleaning her pelt.

[Whiteleaf]

A silver tabby she-cat lifted her head from her nest in the warriors den, hearing cat murmurings outside. After her afternoon nap, Lakestorm felt more well rested than earlier. She had stayed up late the night before, and then went on the dawn patrol early in the morning. The warrior got up and picked her way out of the warriors den, her interest picking up when she scented a new cat. She slipped out into the clearing, assessing what was going on. She spotted quickly spotted the new cat, her blue eyes narrowing. "What's a kittypet doing here?" Lakestorm hissed to no cat in particular.

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Otterkit was shredding a mossball outside of the nursery when he heard a commotion at the camp entrance. Curious, he walked over towards the large crowd that seemed to be growing thicker by the second.

Suddenly, a new scent hit his nose. It took him a moment for it to register, but when it did, he recoiled in disgust. A kittypet.

Otterkit roughly shoved his way to the front of the crowd where, to his amazement, sat a kit. Something about the tom automatically irritated Otterkit. Maybe it was the way he held himself, like he was in charge of the place.

"Hey new guy," Otterkit hissed, walking forward to stand nose to nose with the tom. He assumed that he would intimidate the kit with his bulky size and harsh words, and if that didn't work, his sharp tongue and naturally mean-spirited nature usually scared others. Which was the way Otterkit liked it.

"If you haven't noticed, this isn't a kittypet den. So stop acting like you own the place," he mewed, his eyes flashing.


Minnowkit was laying outside, watched her brother play, tending her scratches from her earlier wrestling match with her brother. He certainly didn't back off for any reason. When she noticed Otterkit get up, she decided to follow. Wherever that kit went, trouble followed. Her brother never played nice with anyone.

As Otterkit shoved through the crowd, Minnowkit ducked her head and padded forward, apologizing as she went.

When the two reached the front, Minnowkit noticed another kit- someone new. It didn't take her long to figure out that this newcomer was a kittypet.

'Oh StarClan,' Minnowkit thought as her brother padded up to the tom.

"Otterkit, leave him alone," she told her brother. Minnowkit padded up to the tom, her eyes reflecting her gentle nature.

"I'm sorry, he's just being a bully," she mewed with a pointed look at her brother.

[Vinepool]

Waspaw walked in to camp holding a vole. His chest puffed out and beamed. He saw a kittypet kit sitting in camp. He dropped his prey and ran towards him. He lip curled in to a snarl. He looked at him and said," Your a little far from home kittypet". He growled unhappily at the kit and stared at him. He thought what is this kittypet doing on clan territory? He stepped closer to the tom and whispered to him," why are you here". He suddenly backed away. He felt sorry for the poor kit. He shook his head to clear the thought. He stepped forward towards the kit again and waited for the deputy or the leader to straighten this out.

[ℓυиαя]

Vineheart stepped from the Warriors den to be greeted with a swell of noise, the various tones of members of her clan ebbing and flowing together. Instead of these being normal conversations though as one would expect, these where barbed, and Vineheart sensed a certain hostility of many towards a certain cat.

A kittypet.

Moving from the warrior den entrance, the small tabby moved with a petite grace on white mittens. From a distance or if one were to look only briefly; she was a standard long furred tabby, with a beautifully plumbed tail and large golden eyes. However upon closer inspection this perception was changed, her pretty face scarred, one ragged claw mark narrowly missing her left eye. She had come to terms with the permanent dis-figuration however to those that had not, it was unexpected in the least of such a gentle looking she cat. Making her way over to the crowd, Vineheart made her way through, moving easily through the cats, tail high, rounded ears pricked. Golden eyes fixed on a grey kit at the center of all the attention, golden eyes hard yet not cruel. The deputy loved kits however this one... seemed to be proving trouble and judging by the reactions of her clan mates, they agreed. 

Flicking her tail to quieten SunsetClan, Vineheart addressed the tom in the center of it all, gaze briefly flicking to the patrol that had brought him in telling them to stay close. "What's your name?" She addressed the grey tom, voice calm yet strong. Ratstar was currently absent which left this responsibility to Vineheart. By nature, Vineheart was loving and considerate however she was not one to just accept random cats into the clan. There was too much at risk and there was a time and a place. He would have to prove himself if he wanted to stay.

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Ignoring the older she-cat`s words, Tornado glared at the larger kit with fiery eyes. He didn`t show the least bit scared. Actually, the kit looked more ruffled in the fur by the other cat`s words. Tornado tossed his head in the air, showing that Otterkit was just another piece of garbage to him. He noticed another cat approaching him. Another kit. The fur on his back rose slightly. He watched and listened her behind narrowed eyes. Not much to Tornado`s surprise, another cat came at him with hostility. Tornado was beginning to think RatClan would fit these cat`s better. They were certainty aggressive! The kittypet then decided right then and there that ignoring these lousy cats would be lots better then actually dealing with them. He moved around the older tom, head high. Tornado was stopped at the sight of a cat highly respected by the others. Don`t think Tornado was really impressed. She obviously had authority but, then again, Tornado was already disrespecting Ratstar with his thoughts. Why would he stop now? "How about you tel me your name first. And by the way, these cats-" Torando said, looking all around him, "Don`t really understand the word, 'friendly',"

[Babylonranger]

Mossbrook felt his short brown fur bristle in a confusing mixture of annoyance and embarrassment as more and more of his clanmates showed their hostility towards the kittypet and as the kit in question remained so obviously arrogant. The other three members of the patrol had hung back so far, and the young warrior felt very alone as he stood guard over the little gray tom.

At Vineheart's appearance, he heaved a sigh of relief. Finally, a cat with authority who could help resolve some of this mess. Catching her glance towards him and the others in his patrol, the striped-and-flecked tom stayed in the clearing, preparing to explain why they'd decided to bring the kit to Sunsetclan's camp. but then mouse-brained tom spoke up, not to answer the deputy's question because that would be too cooperative. "I'm sorry about him, Vineheart," Mossbrook said, grimacing. "We found this kit well into our territory and judged he wouldn't be able to return to his twoleg nest before night fell. None of us wanted to leave him on his own so I suggested asking Ratstar and you if he could stay for the night."

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[ℓυиαя]

"How about you tel me your name first. And by the way, these cats- Don`t really understand the word, 'friendly'."

There was no shock in the young deputies eyes as the kit retorted, his attitude high and ego inflated however he obviously didn't understand how his behaviour would influence his fate. White whiskers twitched ever so slightly as she eyed the younger tom that clearly thought he walked among the great cats of Starclan. She would facilitate him for now and so offered her name, still standing in front of him with her small frame still much larger than his.

"I'm Vineheart. These cats are merely cautious of strangers as they have every right to be. This is their home. Maybe if you were more understanding they would cut you some slack."

"I'm sorry about him, Vineheart."

At the sound of Mossbrook's voice, Vineheart moved her gaze off the troublesome kit to the warrior just at his side, noting his grimace and nodding for him to continue.

"We found this kit well into our territory and judged he wouldn't be able to return to his twoleg nest before night fell. None of us wanted to leave him on his own so I suggested asking Ratstar and you if he could stay for the night."

Thanking him silently with a flick of her plumed tail, Vinehearts golden eyes tracked back to the grey tom, hoping he had heard what had just been said. "I think these cats are being more than friendly but currently they are receiving quite the opposite. Now, what is your name?" Her voice was and always had been firm yet not rude, or cruel throughout this interaction with the sassy tom but that would easily change if he refused to co-operate. Sunsetclan could very well close its doors to him and though secretly Vineheart wouldn't want to turn away a young kit, that didn't show on her face as she looked down at him.

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Tornado rolled his eyes. He could feel pretty much all of the cats resenting him currently. There was signs of hostility in each cat's glare. It wasn't being cautious, Tornado was sure of it. It was hatred. Not a flaming sort, but enough to be unwelcoming. After all, Tornado knew what being 'cautious' was. His green eyes flickered, watching Vineheart with keen awareness of something hiding behind those eyes. "I don't like giving out my name to cats who resent me. Hate me. That's how these cats have been from the minute I stepped into this... Place," Tornado spat. Tornado rose his grey head, piecing green eyes glaring at Vineheart.

[ℓυиαя]

Golden eyes flicked up from the small tom to the cats gathering around them and the Deputy flicked her tail to dismiss all except those in the party that had brought him in. The last thing this defensive tom needed was to feel oppressed. Give him a chance to relax and then Vineheart would reassess the grey fur-ball. Waiting until the crowd at least died down around them, Vineheart turned her golden eyes behind scarred bars back to the kittypet, not saying anything for a while as she sat and curled a feathered tail around her white mittens. "I don't hate, nor do I resent you." A firm and gentle truth which shone through golden eyes. Vineheart had always had a soft spot for kits and becoming deputy had done nothing to change that. "I do however want to help you - even if you just remain here over night until it is safe to go home. Now, I need you to help me help you else you will force my paw. What is your name?"