#slatekit

[ranchclan]

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[redux-iterum]

We are going to pretend that I can draw. Anyway. Bluedusk w her kits. Or... her kit. In my head, Duskkit and Slatekit have already died and are simply waiting for Mosskit to join them. Mosskit can see them but is so young that she doesn't fully understand who she's looking at. Bluedusk is too depressed to even look at her daughter. In my head, Mosskit looks the most RiverClan. If you really wanted to pretend, Duskkit and Slatekit could pass for full ThunderClan (inheriting those genes that made Oakclaw look about as non-RiverClan as a full blooded RiverClanner could look), but Mosskit... Mosskit is all RiverClan. She's got rounded ears, a short tail, the pattern of her tabby coat looks exactly like her father's. In fact, she looks like a paler version of her father. Mosskit was born first, and from the moment she was born, there was no denying who the father of this litter was. I like to think that Bluedusk never actually named a father, but Mosskit made it so obvious that she didn't need to. If it had just been Duskkit and Slatekit, maybe Bluedusk could have claimed an outsider fathered her kits. Unfortunately, the world may never know.

This absolutely breaks my heart into pieces.

[diaswarriorcats]

[koolaidcatley]

[clangenrising]

Awww the girlies

I hope Slatepaw grows up to be a mediator like her mama

I think she’d be good at it

It's interesting to me how people tend to think the sweetest kits would make good mediators. People were saying Barley would make a good mediator and people are saying the same about Slate and while I don't think thats wrong necessarily, I do think it's incomplete. Being a mediator isn't just being someone nice who helps people work through their feelings, it's also being someone who is willing to deal with angry and belligerent cats in order to facilitate discussion. It helps to be kind but that isn't the only requirement and some cats just aren't cut out for it even if they like helping people and making them happy. Something to think about...

[seedclan]

Year 1 - Moon 3 - Greenleaf

Softpaw encounters a disgraced Medicine Cat and her kits, bringing them back to camp. Softpaw completes his Border Trial. Maplefern and her kits Bluekit, Hollowkit, and Slatekit join SeedClan.

Today was the day of his Border Trial, and he really thought it’d be uneventful. Maybe he’d happen upon some other cats at the border who he could rightfully tell to watch their backs as he proudly made it known that he was a proud member of SeedClan. But this... this was not what he expected.

“You... You’re the CherryClan Healer...” Softpaw whispered in disbelief.

The black and white she-cat hissed, her fur bristling fearfully. Her tail tucked protectively over a bright-eyed young kit, while another hid under her belly. Just when he thought he saw them all, a third gray kit peeked out from behind.

Softpaw didn’t know what to say. There was a CherryClan cat in their territory. It was the Healer from CherryClan. She had three kits.

“Healers can’t have kits and... wait what re you doing out here? And these kits they... they don’t look newly born...”

“Because they’re not,” she quickly hissed back.

Softpaw’s ears fell back. “Your name is... Sorry I’m still an apprentice so um...”

The black she-cat remained rather stiff, bright yellow eyes warily fixed on the SeedClan tom. “...Maplefern. And I’m no Healer, nor CherryClan cat. I’m simply a rogue now, and me and my kits will promptly leave your territory. So please, I-”

Before she could finish, the black she-cat winced. The blue-eyed kitten quickly scrambled away from Maplefern, turning back to look at his mother with wide and concerned eyes.

“Mama, does it still hurt?” he softly asked.

“You said we have to stay out until you’re all healed,” the gray tom kit spoke up as well, nudging his mother worriedly.

The smell of blood suddenly hit Softpaw’s nose. His silver eyes widened, noticing the small drip of blood coming from underneath Maplefern’s flank.

She’s injured...

The kits were young, but not unable to walk. Softpaw guessed they were two moons old or so. These were rival clan cats but... if what Maplefern said was true, then she had no one to help her, nor her kits. If she died... then her kits would surely die too.

Softpaw felt a twinge of guilt. Goldeniris said they couldn’t trust cats from outside the clan, but the code also stated they were to never harm kits, and that Healers were peaceful and kind cats, not to be injured either.

The apprentice sighed, flicking his long tail. “Come on, you need more help. Fallendapple has had good luck with herbs this season and can help you.” He stepped forward, picking up the gray tom kit by the scruff. “And your kits.”

“Put me down!” the gray kit cried, squirming in Softpaw’s mouth. “Mama! I don’t want to leave Mama!”

Maplefern’s ears fell back, lips curling as she readied to hiss and strike the apprentice, but stopped. As she looked down at her two remaining kits, her fur would lie flat.

“...Fine. Do know I can tend to my own wounds though. Me and my kits will be gone once I am healed.” She picked up the brown tom kit underneath her, nodding for the last kit to follow.

The dark tabby tom kit paused, looking warily at Softpaw before ducking behind his mother. He stayed close to her, Softpaw following suit as he carried the timid gray kit back with them.

I hope this doesn’t count as failing my trial...

[cloudtail]

[falconclangen]

Moon 9