Post by Rosii </3 on Mar 8, 2008 18:06:24 GMT -5
Name: Rosethorn
Age: 36 moons (3 years)
Gender: She-cat
Clan: Riverclan
Position: Deputy
Exterior description:
Rosethorn has a thick pure white pelt. She is completely white with no black patches anywhere. It is unusual to see her with a dirty pelt as she likes to keep clean, she doesn't like the feel of being dirty as it makes her feel uncomfortable. It can be hard for her to look clean all of the time because her white pelt shows dirt very easily. Sometimes she envy's the cats who have darker pelts as they don't need to clean themselves as regularly, but then cats with dark pelts are more common than cats with white pelts. In the end, she would rather be the way she is than have a dark pelt. Her pelt is very soft to the touch, almost like actual snow, only it’s not cold and it doesn't melt though sometimes it seems like it. Some cats wonder why she wasn't called Snowkit when she was born. The answer is her mother wanted names that reflected on her kits personality’s which was pretty hard when they were just born and she hadn't gotten to know them properly yet.
Rosethorn has hard staring, yet beautiful blue eyes, they are a darker blue towards the middle and as you move further away from her pupil the blue colour fades so that her eyes are an ice blue towards the outside. Her eyes are outlined with a rim of pale pink skin. When she is cold the skin around her eyes turns a shade of almost pale purple. This can make her look slightly strange sometimes but it only happens in Leafbare. Her eyes show a lot of her emotions and she can't stop them from showing her emotions. When she is happy, they glitter. When she is feeling naughty, they twinkle. When she is sad, they lose their shine and are miserable looking. When she is tired, her pupils are wider than normal and her eyes are half closed.
Rosethorn is smaller that some, but larger than others. She isn't too big, and she isn't too small. She is just a nice size. Her paws are quite small and dainty but that doesn't stop her from being one of the fastest cats around. Even when she was apprentice she was faster than most of the warriors, that’s why they matched her up with the fastest cat in the clan as her mentor. She is a lean she-cat with quite a muscular build, that isn't too obvious. Her tail is long and thin, but her fur makes it look a lot fatter. Her ears are reasonably large and pointed, with a pink sort of tinge on the inside. All the better for hearing with. Her whiskers are long and thin, but there are plenty of them. Rosethorn's nose is a rounded, heart shape and is pale pink in color. It's good to see a nice healthy, wet nose. Her claws are long and sharp, perfect for attacking other clans and hunting prey. She likes to keep them sharp by scratching tree trunks and anything else she can get her claws on. Her fangs are short and sharp, yet perfectly white.
Rosethorn has a dangerous sort of beauty about her, even though she doesn't realise it. She doesn't see herself as any more special than other she cats in Fearclan. As a kit she was extremely cute and now that she is a lot older she is radiant. Her pelt has always been very soft, ever since she was a kit, she expected it to lose its softness like all her siblings, but it didn't and she likes nothing more than to bury her face in it and take a cat nap.
Interior description:
Her name says everything. She can be sweet like a rose, yet sharp and quite unpleasant, like a thorn. Her mother named all her kits according to their personality, so for a while her kits were nameless until she felt sure of a name that would suit them. Her sweet side is something that cats like to see for many different reasons. Including that when she is in a good mood she is very pleasant to be around. You don't want to know her when she is in her 'thorny' mood.
When she is in one of her bad moods it's a good idea to stay away from her otherwise you may end up walking away with one less ear than you had the last time. Well not really, but almost. She can be quite harsh and ruthless. She can easily battle other cats without showing any mercy towards then what so ever, if they are an enemy cat, they must go down. That’s the rule she goes by. She can be rather short tempered when she’s not in a good mood and has been known to lash out at other cats, even those that she is close to. A lot of the time she can't help doing it, it’s just in her nature. She likes to be left alone when she isn't in the best of moods. She would rather sit alone and think things through, than have to repeat what’s wrong it her several times and having different cats tell her what to do. If you let people know about the problem then too many cats get involved and want to help, but they end up making things worse in the end. When it comes to her problems she would rather be independent rather than have all the cats in the clan trying to sort out her own personal problems.
Rosethorn is usually only nice to those in her clan, even those she doesn’t like she usually shows them respect. Unless they don’t show her it in return, then she just can’t be bothered with them and ignores them. Apart from that she is quite ignorant and harsh towards the cats that aren’t in her clan. She acts very proud around them, mainly to show them she isn’t to be messed with. That goes for everyone. If you push her far enough she would without hesitation claw your ears off. Rosethorn is easily swayed by a good looking Tom. Though not all of them appear nice, she has a quality that allows her to see the best in cats, and to never give up. She is a very loyal cat, well to the warrior code and her leader, also to her friends. She would never turn her back on a close friend in need. Unless they had done something against the warrior code, or the clan leader. Sometimes her pride gets the better of her, but that can’t be helped it’s in her blood, her father and his kin have always been a very proud line of cats. She is intelligent yet she does have her dumb moments. Mind you, who doesn't? It’s natural for all cats to have a few dumb moments at some point in their lives.
Once you get to know her she is quite an easy cat to get along with if you can see past her flaws. However, if you can see past the flaws in other cats you can see past her flaws, right? After all, every cat has flaws, every twoleg has flaws, every living thing on earth, has indeed got flaws. She has a soft spot for kits and nursing younger cats. That's why she convinced that patrol to keep Nightkit. Something she uses to her advantage is that she is very convincing and can easily talk round other cats. She isn't the type of cat to go in a mood if she doesn't get her own way, over little things. However, if that patrol hadn't let her keep Nightkit, she probably would have left the clan to bring the kit up herself. She is a very strong willed she-cat and she has a strong mind and isn't afraid to speak it. She also isn't afraid to answer to any cat who doubts her strong mind.
History:
Rosekit was born a Riverclan kit in the Riverclan nursery thirty-six moons (three years) ago. Riverclan blood runs through her veins and only Riverclan blood and she is proud of that. Not that she would have a problem if her blood wasn’t completely Riverclan. In fact she doesn’t see how cats that have different blood should be treated differently. Her mother was a beautiful she-cat known as Pearlfang. She was a pure white she-cat with deep green eyes. Her name came from the fact that she had fangs as sharp as razors and they were very white with a pearl finish to them. Her father was a proud tom cat. He was dark grey and black in colour. He was mainly grey but had black socks on each of his massive paws, black pads, a black tail tip and a black nose. His eyes were a brilliant shade of blue, just like her own. Her ruthless brother was black with glowing green eyes, known as Jadekit. Her other brother, known as Pouncekit, was mainly white with black patches and pale blue eyes. Finally, her sister who was known as Ripplekit, was dark grey with a mixture of green and blue eyes making them appear an almost turquoise colour.
As a kit she wasn’t as hyper or loud as any of her siblings. She was more the calm type who likes to sit on the side lines and watch her siblings as they tugged at each others ears and bit softly into each others tails. Sometimes it felt as though she was always looking down on them, she saw them as quite immature young cats that had nothing better to do in their spare time but practice tearing lumps out of each other. Sometimes she felt proud that she wasn’t with them, rolling around in the mud. Sometimes she felt like an outsiders, who didn’t have any fun and just liked to sit there. If it wasn’t for Violetkit she would still be that outsider. Violet kit was born just a moon after her, she was the only kit of Darkpride and Tranquilitypoppy. She remembered feeling sad for them as she used to hear her mother discussing with her friends what a shame it was that they had only had one kit when Tranquilitypoppy had wanted many kits because she loved them so and wanted to be a brilliant mother. She didn’t like the way her mother talked about Tranquilitypoppy as if she didn’t have feeling at all, as if she wouldn’t sense the empty feeling in the atmosphere when she entered the nursery.
One sunny Greenleaf morning when Violetkit was old enough to talk she decided to go and talk to her. She had been sitting in the sun outside the nursery with her mother enjoying the day, but she did feel a bit left out, with her siblings tearing lumps of fur out of each other. She had padded over to Tranquilitypoppy and asked if she could talk to Violetkit. Tranquilitypoppy seemed pleased that she wanted to be friends with her daughter so she let her. At first she wasn’t much fun because she was so young, but as she got a bit older she became more and more fun. Some cat’s wonder why the she-cat was called Violetkit, it was because when the sun shone on her black pelt it appeared to be almost purple. Rosekit and Violetkit became very good friends and Violet kit showed her to have some fun, and how to join into things and not feel like an outsider.
When Rosekit was made into Rosepaw she wasn’t very happy as she had to leave Violetkit behind in the nursery. She still vowed to visit her everyday until she became an apprentice, which she did. Of course she didn’t avoid her warrior training to go and visit Violetkit, she visited her in her spare time. She taught Violetkit useful things, like the hunters crouch and all the battle moves she had learned so that when Violetkit was made into Violetpaw she would be the best apprentice there was. Rosepaw was an excellent apprentice and she made her mentor, Coalfoot, proud of her everyday. Her mentor wasn’t the only one proud of her, her mother and father were also very proud of her with made her feel good on the inside and made her push herself more to be better at things. It was better for her when Violetkit became Violetpaw as they convinced their mentors to take them hunting together and battle training together. Violetpaw impressed her mentor as she already knew most of the things because Rosepaw had taught her. She impressed her mentor so much that on the same day Rosepaw was made a warrior, so was Violetpaw. This made both Rosepaw and Violetpaw very, very happy, or should I say Rosethorn and Violetwind.
They both worked extremely hard as warriors and tried to get in all the same patrols as each other, of course they couldn’t always but they tried as much as possible. As warriors both friends grew apart slightly, but not much. They still stayed very close friends even with Nightkit in the picture.
One freezing Leafbare Rosethorn had been sent out on a patrol with four other ruthless tom cats. A black spot in the snow had been spotted by one of the toms from a great distance. When he got to it he picked it up and it started mewling and squealing. Rosethorn had cuffed the tom over the head with a sheathed paw and brought the black scrap of fur close to her. She began to roughly lick the scrap of fur, spreading warmth through the poor things body and stopping her from dieing which she would have if the patrol had been much later. The rest of the patrol could scent no loners or rogues in the area so it was obvious she had been heartlessly abandoned. Despite what the rest of the patrol said she took the scrap of fur back to camp and had gone to see the leader. The rest of the clan was curious, but she was one determined kitty cat. The leader was fair and agreed that the scrape of fur, newly named Nightkit, would stay with the clan and grow up like any kit would if Rosethorn acted as her mother because he couldn’t bare the thought of other clans knowing they had taken in a strange kit that wasn’t of Riverclan blood. She agreed to that and raised Nightkit as her own, but she told Nightkit what really happened to her when she was old enough to understand.
A memory:
Rosethorn padded onwards her white paws wet from the soft, fluffy snow. Her pads were turning even number with each step she took. Still, she pushed on and didn’t let the snow get to her, it wasn’t as if she had never seen snow before, of course she had and it wasn’t dangerous, it was just a bit cold for her liking.
“Hurry up or I might stand on you, I can’t tell the difference between you and the snow.” Blackclaw sneered at her.
“Well sorry, but the last time I checked I was the leader of this patrol and I assumed your eye sight was fine, no?” Rosethorn meowed with a witty edge to her tone.
Blackclaw was about to jump on Rosethorn and slash her ruthlessly across the face, but he knew he would probably get exiled from the clan for than and she would just get him back ten times harder. He let out a low growl and met the she-cats ice blue eyes, he didn’t trust himself not to say something pretty nasty back and so her brought up the rear of the patrol.
“Good.” Rosethorn meowed calmly and padded on.
Rosethorn was glad she was leading a border patrol and not a hunting one, the hunting patrols had been bringing back little and the clan was beginning to grow even more hungry. If she had been leading a hunting patrol she would feel as if she had let down the whole clan if her patrol had returned with as little as the other hunting patrols had. Of course she couldn’t blame them, how were they supposed top find prey in the snow? Not only that but the lake was frozen over. She padded on lost in her thoughts when they were disturbed.
“What’s that?” Hawktalon called.
Rosethorn spun on her paws to look at what the warrior was signalling to, a black scrap of fur lying in the snow. Crimsonclaw cautiously walked over to it and prodded it with a sharp claw. The scrap of fur let out a squeak of pain.
“Enough!” Rosethorn yowled and pelted to the kit’s side.
Gingerly she crouched in the snow and began to warm the black kit with her gentle rasping licks.
“We should leave it here.” Blackclaw snorted.
“It must be a loner kit; it doesn’t have a clan scent.” Crimsonclaw insisted, sniffing it.
“I don’t think the leader would be happy if we brought it back.” Hawktalon meowed.
“I can’t see it turning into a warrior, look how small and helpless it is.” Blackclaw added.
“I remember seeing you in the nursery; you were nothing more than it is now.” Crimsonclaw chuckled.
“It is actually a she.” Hawktalon added, but he was interrupted by a hiss from Blackclaw.
“We aren’t talking about me now are we? Besides, the leader wouldn’t accept it so we should leave it here to die rather than get her hopes up, not that I want to take it back.” Blackclaw growled.
The kit let out a squeak and the toms turned their gaze to it.
“Quiet all of you.” Rosethorn hissed. She was now standing proudly behind the black kit. “I say we take it back, no questions asked because like I said I’m the one leading this patrol.” She meowed.
Blackclaw came forward. “Did you not hear what I said?” He sneered.
Rosethorn let out a hiss and aimed a sheathed blow at the tom’s face. Blackclaw stumbled and let out a growl. The other toms stared on in astonishment and didn’t look as though they were about to question Rosethorn’s authority.
“Then it’s settled.” She meowed and picked the black she-kit up in her jaw. With a flick of her tail she gathered the patrol and began to lead them back to the Riverclan camp.
Other: no
Age: 36 moons (3 years)
Gender: She-cat
Clan: Riverclan
Position: Deputy
Exterior description:
Rosethorn has a thick pure white pelt. She is completely white with no black patches anywhere. It is unusual to see her with a dirty pelt as she likes to keep clean, she doesn't like the feel of being dirty as it makes her feel uncomfortable. It can be hard for her to look clean all of the time because her white pelt shows dirt very easily. Sometimes she envy's the cats who have darker pelts as they don't need to clean themselves as regularly, but then cats with dark pelts are more common than cats with white pelts. In the end, she would rather be the way she is than have a dark pelt. Her pelt is very soft to the touch, almost like actual snow, only it’s not cold and it doesn't melt though sometimes it seems like it. Some cats wonder why she wasn't called Snowkit when she was born. The answer is her mother wanted names that reflected on her kits personality’s which was pretty hard when they were just born and she hadn't gotten to know them properly yet.
Rosethorn has hard staring, yet beautiful blue eyes, they are a darker blue towards the middle and as you move further away from her pupil the blue colour fades so that her eyes are an ice blue towards the outside. Her eyes are outlined with a rim of pale pink skin. When she is cold the skin around her eyes turns a shade of almost pale purple. This can make her look slightly strange sometimes but it only happens in Leafbare. Her eyes show a lot of her emotions and she can't stop them from showing her emotions. When she is happy, they glitter. When she is feeling naughty, they twinkle. When she is sad, they lose their shine and are miserable looking. When she is tired, her pupils are wider than normal and her eyes are half closed.
Rosethorn is smaller that some, but larger than others. She isn't too big, and she isn't too small. She is just a nice size. Her paws are quite small and dainty but that doesn't stop her from being one of the fastest cats around. Even when she was apprentice she was faster than most of the warriors, that’s why they matched her up with the fastest cat in the clan as her mentor. She is a lean she-cat with quite a muscular build, that isn't too obvious. Her tail is long and thin, but her fur makes it look a lot fatter. Her ears are reasonably large and pointed, with a pink sort of tinge on the inside. All the better for hearing with. Her whiskers are long and thin, but there are plenty of them. Rosethorn's nose is a rounded, heart shape and is pale pink in color. It's good to see a nice healthy, wet nose. Her claws are long and sharp, perfect for attacking other clans and hunting prey. She likes to keep them sharp by scratching tree trunks and anything else she can get her claws on. Her fangs are short and sharp, yet perfectly white.
Rosethorn has a dangerous sort of beauty about her, even though she doesn't realise it. She doesn't see herself as any more special than other she cats in Fearclan. As a kit she was extremely cute and now that she is a lot older she is radiant. Her pelt has always been very soft, ever since she was a kit, she expected it to lose its softness like all her siblings, but it didn't and she likes nothing more than to bury her face in it and take a cat nap.
Interior description:
Her name says everything. She can be sweet like a rose, yet sharp and quite unpleasant, like a thorn. Her mother named all her kits according to their personality, so for a while her kits were nameless until she felt sure of a name that would suit them. Her sweet side is something that cats like to see for many different reasons. Including that when she is in a good mood she is very pleasant to be around. You don't want to know her when she is in her 'thorny' mood.
When she is in one of her bad moods it's a good idea to stay away from her otherwise you may end up walking away with one less ear than you had the last time. Well not really, but almost. She can be quite harsh and ruthless. She can easily battle other cats without showing any mercy towards then what so ever, if they are an enemy cat, they must go down. That’s the rule she goes by. She can be rather short tempered when she’s not in a good mood and has been known to lash out at other cats, even those that she is close to. A lot of the time she can't help doing it, it’s just in her nature. She likes to be left alone when she isn't in the best of moods. She would rather sit alone and think things through, than have to repeat what’s wrong it her several times and having different cats tell her what to do. If you let people know about the problem then too many cats get involved and want to help, but they end up making things worse in the end. When it comes to her problems she would rather be independent rather than have all the cats in the clan trying to sort out her own personal problems.
Rosethorn is usually only nice to those in her clan, even those she doesn’t like she usually shows them respect. Unless they don’t show her it in return, then she just can’t be bothered with them and ignores them. Apart from that she is quite ignorant and harsh towards the cats that aren’t in her clan. She acts very proud around them, mainly to show them she isn’t to be messed with. That goes for everyone. If you push her far enough she would without hesitation claw your ears off. Rosethorn is easily swayed by a good looking Tom. Though not all of them appear nice, she has a quality that allows her to see the best in cats, and to never give up. She is a very loyal cat, well to the warrior code and her leader, also to her friends. She would never turn her back on a close friend in need. Unless they had done something against the warrior code, or the clan leader. Sometimes her pride gets the better of her, but that can’t be helped it’s in her blood, her father and his kin have always been a very proud line of cats. She is intelligent yet she does have her dumb moments. Mind you, who doesn't? It’s natural for all cats to have a few dumb moments at some point in their lives.
Once you get to know her she is quite an easy cat to get along with if you can see past her flaws. However, if you can see past the flaws in other cats you can see past her flaws, right? After all, every cat has flaws, every twoleg has flaws, every living thing on earth, has indeed got flaws. She has a soft spot for kits and nursing younger cats. That's why she convinced that patrol to keep Nightkit. Something she uses to her advantage is that she is very convincing and can easily talk round other cats. She isn't the type of cat to go in a mood if she doesn't get her own way, over little things. However, if that patrol hadn't let her keep Nightkit, she probably would have left the clan to bring the kit up herself. She is a very strong willed she-cat and she has a strong mind and isn't afraid to speak it. She also isn't afraid to answer to any cat who doubts her strong mind.
History:
Rosekit was born a Riverclan kit in the Riverclan nursery thirty-six moons (three years) ago. Riverclan blood runs through her veins and only Riverclan blood and she is proud of that. Not that she would have a problem if her blood wasn’t completely Riverclan. In fact she doesn’t see how cats that have different blood should be treated differently. Her mother was a beautiful she-cat known as Pearlfang. She was a pure white she-cat with deep green eyes. Her name came from the fact that she had fangs as sharp as razors and they were very white with a pearl finish to them. Her father was a proud tom cat. He was dark grey and black in colour. He was mainly grey but had black socks on each of his massive paws, black pads, a black tail tip and a black nose. His eyes were a brilliant shade of blue, just like her own. Her ruthless brother was black with glowing green eyes, known as Jadekit. Her other brother, known as Pouncekit, was mainly white with black patches and pale blue eyes. Finally, her sister who was known as Ripplekit, was dark grey with a mixture of green and blue eyes making them appear an almost turquoise colour.
As a kit she wasn’t as hyper or loud as any of her siblings. She was more the calm type who likes to sit on the side lines and watch her siblings as they tugged at each others ears and bit softly into each others tails. Sometimes it felt as though she was always looking down on them, she saw them as quite immature young cats that had nothing better to do in their spare time but practice tearing lumps out of each other. Sometimes she felt proud that she wasn’t with them, rolling around in the mud. Sometimes she felt like an outsiders, who didn’t have any fun and just liked to sit there. If it wasn’t for Violetkit she would still be that outsider. Violet kit was born just a moon after her, she was the only kit of Darkpride and Tranquilitypoppy. She remembered feeling sad for them as she used to hear her mother discussing with her friends what a shame it was that they had only had one kit when Tranquilitypoppy had wanted many kits because she loved them so and wanted to be a brilliant mother. She didn’t like the way her mother talked about Tranquilitypoppy as if she didn’t have feeling at all, as if she wouldn’t sense the empty feeling in the atmosphere when she entered the nursery.
One sunny Greenleaf morning when Violetkit was old enough to talk she decided to go and talk to her. She had been sitting in the sun outside the nursery with her mother enjoying the day, but she did feel a bit left out, with her siblings tearing lumps of fur out of each other. She had padded over to Tranquilitypoppy and asked if she could talk to Violetkit. Tranquilitypoppy seemed pleased that she wanted to be friends with her daughter so she let her. At first she wasn’t much fun because she was so young, but as she got a bit older she became more and more fun. Some cat’s wonder why the she-cat was called Violetkit, it was because when the sun shone on her black pelt it appeared to be almost purple. Rosekit and Violetkit became very good friends and Violet kit showed her to have some fun, and how to join into things and not feel like an outsider.
When Rosekit was made into Rosepaw she wasn’t very happy as she had to leave Violetkit behind in the nursery. She still vowed to visit her everyday until she became an apprentice, which she did. Of course she didn’t avoid her warrior training to go and visit Violetkit, she visited her in her spare time. She taught Violetkit useful things, like the hunters crouch and all the battle moves she had learned so that when Violetkit was made into Violetpaw she would be the best apprentice there was. Rosepaw was an excellent apprentice and she made her mentor, Coalfoot, proud of her everyday. Her mentor wasn’t the only one proud of her, her mother and father were also very proud of her with made her feel good on the inside and made her push herself more to be better at things. It was better for her when Violetkit became Violetpaw as they convinced their mentors to take them hunting together and battle training together. Violetpaw impressed her mentor as she already knew most of the things because Rosepaw had taught her. She impressed her mentor so much that on the same day Rosepaw was made a warrior, so was Violetpaw. This made both Rosepaw and Violetpaw very, very happy, or should I say Rosethorn and Violetwind.
They both worked extremely hard as warriors and tried to get in all the same patrols as each other, of course they couldn’t always but they tried as much as possible. As warriors both friends grew apart slightly, but not much. They still stayed very close friends even with Nightkit in the picture.
One freezing Leafbare Rosethorn had been sent out on a patrol with four other ruthless tom cats. A black spot in the snow had been spotted by one of the toms from a great distance. When he got to it he picked it up and it started mewling and squealing. Rosethorn had cuffed the tom over the head with a sheathed paw and brought the black scrap of fur close to her. She began to roughly lick the scrap of fur, spreading warmth through the poor things body and stopping her from dieing which she would have if the patrol had been much later. The rest of the patrol could scent no loners or rogues in the area so it was obvious she had been heartlessly abandoned. Despite what the rest of the patrol said she took the scrap of fur back to camp and had gone to see the leader. The rest of the clan was curious, but she was one determined kitty cat. The leader was fair and agreed that the scrape of fur, newly named Nightkit, would stay with the clan and grow up like any kit would if Rosethorn acted as her mother because he couldn’t bare the thought of other clans knowing they had taken in a strange kit that wasn’t of Riverclan blood. She agreed to that and raised Nightkit as her own, but she told Nightkit what really happened to her when she was old enough to understand.
A memory:
Rosethorn padded onwards her white paws wet from the soft, fluffy snow. Her pads were turning even number with each step she took. Still, she pushed on and didn’t let the snow get to her, it wasn’t as if she had never seen snow before, of course she had and it wasn’t dangerous, it was just a bit cold for her liking.
“Hurry up or I might stand on you, I can’t tell the difference between you and the snow.” Blackclaw sneered at her.
“Well sorry, but the last time I checked I was the leader of this patrol and I assumed your eye sight was fine, no?” Rosethorn meowed with a witty edge to her tone.
Blackclaw was about to jump on Rosethorn and slash her ruthlessly across the face, but he knew he would probably get exiled from the clan for than and she would just get him back ten times harder. He let out a low growl and met the she-cats ice blue eyes, he didn’t trust himself not to say something pretty nasty back and so her brought up the rear of the patrol.
“Good.” Rosethorn meowed calmly and padded on.
Rosethorn was glad she was leading a border patrol and not a hunting one, the hunting patrols had been bringing back little and the clan was beginning to grow even more hungry. If she had been leading a hunting patrol she would feel as if she had let down the whole clan if her patrol had returned with as little as the other hunting patrols had. Of course she couldn’t blame them, how were they supposed top find prey in the snow? Not only that but the lake was frozen over. She padded on lost in her thoughts when they were disturbed.
“What’s that?” Hawktalon called.
Rosethorn spun on her paws to look at what the warrior was signalling to, a black scrap of fur lying in the snow. Crimsonclaw cautiously walked over to it and prodded it with a sharp claw. The scrap of fur let out a squeak of pain.
“Enough!” Rosethorn yowled and pelted to the kit’s side.
Gingerly she crouched in the snow and began to warm the black kit with her gentle rasping licks.
“We should leave it here.” Blackclaw snorted.
“It must be a loner kit; it doesn’t have a clan scent.” Crimsonclaw insisted, sniffing it.
“I don’t think the leader would be happy if we brought it back.” Hawktalon meowed.
“I can’t see it turning into a warrior, look how small and helpless it is.” Blackclaw added.
“I remember seeing you in the nursery; you were nothing more than it is now.” Crimsonclaw chuckled.
“It is actually a she.” Hawktalon added, but he was interrupted by a hiss from Blackclaw.
“We aren’t talking about me now are we? Besides, the leader wouldn’t accept it so we should leave it here to die rather than get her hopes up, not that I want to take it back.” Blackclaw growled.
The kit let out a squeak and the toms turned their gaze to it.
“Quiet all of you.” Rosethorn hissed. She was now standing proudly behind the black kit. “I say we take it back, no questions asked because like I said I’m the one leading this patrol.” She meowed.
Blackclaw came forward. “Did you not hear what I said?” He sneered.
Rosethorn let out a hiss and aimed a sheathed blow at the tom’s face. Blackclaw stumbled and let out a growl. The other toms stared on in astonishment and didn’t look as though they were about to question Rosethorn’s authority.
“Then it’s settled.” She meowed and picked the black she-kit up in her jaw. With a flick of her tail she gathered the patrol and began to lead them back to the Riverclan camp.
Other: no
