:: on a scroll :: [mini-plot]

[Winter]

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A stench of blood surged through the air, veiling the atmosphere with its unendurable reeking. Thick and profuse brume, emitting from the lucrative clouds in the sky, began disseminating and simmered the temperature, previously warmed by the gore. The undulating river could be heard by every living creature as its water gushed and unravelled upon stones, dirt, and land. Ferocious waves slammed the shore and the plants that hanged unrestrained. They had sweet odors that were mingling with that of fresh water, issuing delicious fragrances that covered that one of the macabre blood. The sun began stirring up above, announcing the start of a new day. The sun always proclaimed the beginning of life. As its rays began stretching, plants began their process of photosynthesis. Others decided to transpire instead. The scintincillas doused on the river and the water began evaporating. The dense murk slowly transmuted into smooth and curling mist, which sparced into the thicket. The river's oscillation became harder, this time thrashing any of the objects in its path. Their sound became louder, drowning not only dirt and mud, but also the noise of the forest. One perceiving this sight could think the sun somehow triggered the river's emotions and thrilled it to create harder waves. Looks are deceitful, however, and what induced the current is unknown.

In spite of the blaring waves and their earsplitting sound, there was a tiny cry that pierced the ambrosial ecstacy. Nobody could hear it. Everybody was barely waking up, smiling at the way nature greeted them. Only the owner of the cry was the one not noticing the existing miracle. It cried again, this time louder. As its cries grew, so did the smell of blood. But the natural phenomenon was far stronger, and it rapidly deluged the odor. The sun kept mounting, arousing sleeping creatures and another day in the calendar. Seconds, minutes, and hours ran by, with the fawn gradually adjusting to the new day. The cries, and, more importantly, their master, began hushing, welcoming the new day with dismiss. The sun, in all of its esplendor, managed to summon winds from the east that cascaded over the clearing. Now, not only were the waves to be heard, but also the whistling wind. They consoled the miserable soul that kept crying and ceased its agony. Temporarily. As the cries stopped, so did the smell of gore. All the nature seemed to give the crier mercy and lulled it to sleep. Now he could rest, for a while, before engulfing in anguish once again.

The wind kept shrilling as the day kept approaching. Eventually, its hoot began silencing and instead, the wind began to blow. That's what the wind does, anyway. It just decides to whistle sometimes, because of the grace and delectation it issues. As it kept blowing, it seethed a tiny burrow masked by overgrown vines. Within them, lied a patch of fur: a small creature. For once, the crier's identity was revealed. It was a cat. A kitten actually. Unlike normal cats, which were one of the most dominating species in the forest, this kitten looked bashful and destroyed. His pelt was fluffed in anonymous extensions. His eyes were closed. Blood had been plunged in his coat, making it obvious that it had been him who had been hurtling that smell. A deeper scrutiny of this fella revealed that his jaws, unleashed from his mouth, were wrapped in blood. It had been him who was hurting himself. The wind discerned this abnormality and howled in rage. How dare he hurt himself? How could he be such a masochist? It fumed harder, making the kitten move. Of course, the wind did not know the mode the kit was on. In his naive innocence, he thought of those cats who rejected him as angels. He thought he was the devil, sent only to condemn those innocent creatures. What else could he think, after he had been called, 'hideous beast' and 'horrid monster'? Innocent (and partly stupid) as he was, he glorified them, despite of how much they had made him suffer. He was in such a pathetic condition. He had been abandoned by almost every cat-tribe in the forest. He did not belong anywhere. Not even as a loner, for the other loners had not even thought of the possibility of taking care of him. He did not have any friends. Only Mother Nature could be considered his mother, for she settled him to sleep and provided him food when he was hungry, as if knowing what he was going through. The sun was his father, waking him up in the mornings and motivating him to keep going on. Metaphores, yes, but it was the only choice a foredoomed creature like Timberkit could count on.

However, not long ago, the kit had meet somebody special. Somebody different. Well, different, he was not sure, but that someone had really done something for him. After he had been kicked out from the WindClan camp and thrown into a nameless territory, he meet a feline. She was a big, yet elegant, femcat, and with a very different smell from that of WindClan. She had found the kitten and had feed him usually with the prey she had bought. Timberkit never spoke to her, afraid she would run away. She tried to ask several questions, expecting answers she would never receive. The tom was grateful for her aid, but feared he would hurt her. After all, he was not more than a disgraceful ogre. Yet, at this moment, his mother had given him the chance to take a nap. He was now sleeping, oblivious to the outer world, reeling in magical bailiwicks, and enjoying his life, the way a kitten should. StarClan had granted him with that pleasure. Because they had already forseen his torment, they managed to let him have the most fantastical and wondrous dreams. Whirling in enchanting realms, Timberkit did not notice when Drizzlesong and the others were approaching.

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After the some-what ceremony in Froststar's den, Drizzlesong had indirectly organized a patrol for the kitten she had found. Froststar was defenetly a member, only that this time their roles had changed. The deputy had become leader, and the leader, deputy, for only Drizzlesong knew the kitten's location. Yet, what none knew, was the porpouse of the kit's arrival, or where it came from, weather he was a trap, or a sign from StarClan. Regardless whom it was, they still needed protection, for they could never be sure.

Lilywhisker, the kindhearted and optimistic one, and the loyal and proud Wolfhowl, were part of the circuit. They had heard Drizzlesong's conversation with Froststar about the kit being in almost all four clans and had volunteered to help. Drizzlesong could not thank them enough, for extra paws in this situation were a tremendous help.

The femcat paraded into the area she had left the kit. The wind had shifted the position of the plants that had guarded him. Still, he was deep asleep. Drizzlesong was cautious when she approached him, her eyes narrowed. She could not sense an ambush, but you could never be sure. 'Here he is' The femcat announced, signaling him with her snout. The roles switched again, and, to Drizzlesong's delight, Froststar was the leader.

[froststar]

The wind whistled swiftly through the trees, making the most comforting sound. The ThunderClan leader could listen to it for a long time, but this was an urgent matter. She was staring him in the face. The kit, that was said to bring bad luck. Froststar didn't believe in this terrible stuff, and she couldn't really see how a kit could cause any trouble, though she played along.
'This is him?' She mewed. Time to get her leader hat on again.
Crouching down so her eyes looked straight into his, she mewed, 'So you want to join ThunderClan? Because the other clans kicked you out?' She shook her head. 'Trust them.' Inside, the silvery-white she-cat couldn't understand why they had kicked him out. It was a terrible thing to do with any cat, nevermind a helpless kit.

[destiny]

Sunlight cast dappled patterns across the dark-streaked pelt of the tabby tom, whose pale blue eyes stared out into the forest's canopy with a grave expression. His sheathes rippled and his claws stretched from their bonds to touch the earth with every pawstep, and his tailtip twitched with every few strides taken. The severity of their mission seemed to wiegh down on his broad shoulders. A small kit, left alone to die by seemingly all the three other Clans. The cruelty of the situation made the grey and ginger-patched tom edgy. What could the other Clans be planning? Or perhaps they're just not in the mood to protect another kit? He thought grudgingly. Wolfhowl's gaze wandered to the gaps in the treetops, where sunlight blinded him for all but a few moments. The patches of sky were so pale and soft, as if it would feel like a kit's fur if he reached up and touched it with his paw. Perhaps it is a good omen from StarClan? He thought. It seems that something will happen to ThunderClan this day. And it also seems that whatever it is, it has something to do with this kit. He thought, awe in his gaze as he returned it to the path before him. He could feel the awkward air from Drizzlesong - the she-cat probably was not used to leading her leader around - and the sense of pride that alwasy seemed to surround his leader. That was one thing Wolfhowl greatly admired about Froststar. He heard Drizzlesong's announcement, and Wolfhowl's fur rippled as he pulled himself to a stop just behind his leader and deputy. He saw the kit sleeping, and for a few moments studied it in silence. Such a strong-looking young rip. He thought approvingly. Who knows what the other Clans were thinking. One has only to look at him to think that he's got a future as a warrior... still, there is something about him. Wolfhowl thought gravely, his emotionless blue eyes sparking for a moment with interest.

[`` serene !]

Whoosh

A flurry of black flashed by a large oak tree, causing the leaves to ripple and float everywhere. It splashed through a small puddle, water sputtered everywhere. It finally reached the top of a small hill, his long fur swaying everywhere. He was known as Scarletpaw, loyal apprentice of ThunderClan. A scent reached the tom's mouth, and he took a few seconds to ponder it. The scent, ThunderClanners, as well as a mixed scent, WindClan overpowering it the most. What could this be? I feel something is about to happen that will change ThunderClan forever! Scarletpaw plunged down the hill straight towards where this strange scent was coming from. What met him was his leader, Froststar, her deputy, Drizzlesong, and Wolfhowl, a warrior of his Clan. Scarletpaw opened his mouth, about to ask a forest full of questions, but then decided against it and stopped. He stepped foward and reached his head down to smell the kit. Scarletpaw sniffed it curiously, and then looked up, puzzled. He tilted his head, and looked at Drizzlesong and Froststar in turn, willow eyes asking a simple question, Who is he?

[light]

.x.L I L Y W H I S K E R.x.

Muscles flexed beneath the taunt flesh that made up Lilywhiskers cute petite figure. White paws led her body forward as she followed Drizzlesong [[who had taken the lead]], and Froststar [[who had taken the second position]]. She had chosen to walk beside Wolfhowl, something she would have rarely done, seeing as most of the time she would be pacing along beside Drizzlesong, ready for action.

This patrol, however, was quite different from any that she had chosen to embark on in a long time though. This one involved another feline much like themselves only much younger and from a quite different background. It had all taken form when Drizzlesong had begun telling Froststar about a kit that she had found close to the Windclan border. This would not have been anything unusual but there was a catch that had grabbed Lilywhiskers attention in an instant. Only the simple fact that she kit had the different scent markings of all of the clans on him, something very odd for a kit like himself.

Being intriuged thus far Lilywhisker had proceeded to forget about her afternoon meal and enter the conversation about the kit, shortly after becomming a part of the patrol to go retrieve him. How she always seemed to get wrapped up in these sort of things she would never know but for know her attention was focused on something else. The endurance that she had built up from training so hard as an apprentence still kept up with her, because she was such a young warrior, and so she wasn't that much relieved as they were all lead into the clearing, but soon forgot about that at the first sight of the kit.

So peaceful and undisturbed was he, sleeping with the sun watching over him. Not a care in the world shown as his eyes did not open as the felines filed into the clearing. A slightly worried expression crossed across Lilywhiskers face, her furry brows comming together in a quite confused expression, her paws shuffling so that she was pressed next to Wolfhowl. Without meaning to of course she kept beside him activing as if all was normal, but needing comfort at the sight of such an innocent kit all alone.

What could make any feline, so insane that they would abandon him in his time of need? Why would anyone leave him all by himself, not even caring if he lived to see each day or not? She was suprised at the emotions that traced through her veins and confused at the same time. Up until this very day she had lived happily as a warrior not caring to visit the kits in the nursery, or take on an apprentence of her own. She was completely content having herself and friends all up until this very moment in time where she just began to realize how very along she felt.

No one to call her mother. She didn't know it but her motherly instincts were begining to kick in at seeing this small kit left so along, and she realized that she would do anything in her power to help him. No matter if Froststar allowed her too or if she would have to sneak around on her own and care for him. She would help him if it was the last thing that she did,...but hopefuly it wouldn't be.

[Winter]

Weird voices stirred the dreams swiveling in Timberkit's head. His eyes fluttered open, but closed instantly as soon as the sun's rays thumped his sleepy gaze. The voices grew louder and he opened his eyes again and blinked to adjust to the new light. Tiny as they were, they shifted to the owners of the voices. Cats! Timberkit recoiled in shock, not believing his eyes. Who were these cats? What were they doing here? His small paws carried him away from them and his malformed tail tried to cringe in fear. From the group of cats, he was able to remember the cat who had given him food and shelter [Drizzlesong]. She had brought her friends to crudely admire Timberkit's disgrace. How could she? He felt betrayed by probably the only friend he had. He heard one of the cats asking him something, but his ears were engulfed in tremor. He did not understand what she was asking. By the looks of it, that cat seemed to be the leader of the group. The other cats looked at her as if expecting to follow her orders. Timberkit had been kicked out from three clans; he already knew about their structure and the hierarchy of these cats and how the leader, deputy, and all the others worked. So he speculated that cat was probably the leader of the clan, whatever the clan was. The cat who had betrayed him was probably the deputy.

Now, who were the other cats that had come with them? One was some sort of tortoiseshell cat. From her face, he could see her malachite eyes staring deeply at him. What were they staring at? Please, Timberkit wasn't that ugly... Well, maybe he was, but she had no right to stare at him that way. Who was the other one? A gray tabby, apparently. Now, this one was scary. His eyes were glaring so fiercely at Timberkit, it was complicated to make out their color. At the end, he noticed they were blue. He shrank back, his tail almost grazing the river. He gathered all his spirit and his will power to speak, or to say something. What would he say, however? Its not as if saying something would stop these cats from making fun of him. His small eyes did not see the last cat of the group, Scarletpaw. Yes, his eyes were that pathetically small. Even if Timberkit would have seen the apprentice, his brain was focused on only saying something. His larynx gathered all its strength to emit sound from his mouth. All his body dedicated to give his larynx power to talk. Finally, his cheeks clasped and his mouth opened.

'WHO ARE YOU?' Timberkit shrieked in the highest voice he could manage.

[froststar]

Froststar's sky blue eyes softened.
'I'm Froststar, the ThunderClan leader.' She explained. 'Don't worry. We're not here to hurt you. But only to help you.' By the look on the young kit's face, she could tell that he was terrified, and let out a comforting purr. Flicking her ears to her deputy, she mewed, 'Drizzlesong tells me you were exiled from the other clans.'

Now she thought about it, Froststar didn't think that 'exiled' was the right word to use for such a young cat. She had never known a kit to get exiled from a clan before. And she didn't ever wish to, but she supposed she had no choice at all.
Now looking at the kit, staring up at her with terror in his eyes, made her heart squeeze with sympathy for him. Her eyes scanned him again.
Poor mite.

[Winter]

ic; Timberkit nodded. In this situation, it was better to be honest. He was planning to lie, however, because if the ThunderClanners found out he had already been kicked out from the other clans, they would probably reject him. But he did not know how to tell a lie. 'Yes, I was banished from them...' he said, his voice more high pitched than ever, as he attempted it to sound sophisticated. But no, he failed. He was too physically vulnerable to speak. He glanced away from the cats when he saw another cat darting into his gaze. He was smaller than the rest. Who was he, Timberkit really didn't want to know. He focused on Froststar, wondering if she would accept him in ThunderClan. Of course, he would later be kicked out from that clan again, but it would be worth the experience.


ooc; Ok, so now he moves into ThunderClan. Frost, would you mind starting the new thread on the TC camp? He will bring 'bad luck' to the clan for one day, but will be accepted as an oficial ThunderClanner the same day. We better cut some parts out. And ta-da, the mini plot will be over =)

[froststar]

[Sure. Look out for it. I'll make it now. :]