Moon 18 - so close, so far.
Leaffall painted the trees in colors of orange, gold and yellow, a small promise of scarce prey and pawfuls of leaf litter.
Blissfoot's cream pelt blended in, leaving her unseen to any cat who was distracted. In front of her, was a plump kittypet who.. wasn't exactly as sneaky. He had thick fur that caught leaves, making his white and pale brown pelt look even more out of place.
Journalism sat down, licking one of his paws. " So, uh.. You wanted to know about Thicketdapple?"
The she-cat huffed, her tail lashing freely against the ground. "We've been planning meetings for a quarter moon already, you should know this. Yes, I'm asking about Thicketdapple."
The kittypet nodded, his eyes wide as he put his paw down and (assumedly) thought.
"..well, I don't know much about her. She's from a distant Clan, that's for sure. I know about her brother though, he's living with an older kittypet. They both have warrior names, and their scent is something I don't have memorized."
"A brother living with a kittypet.. Interesting." Blissfoot meowed, her tail stilling as she processed the information. "You really know your stuff."
Journalism nodded, his gaze bright as his whiskers flicked. "I know my stuff, I'm one of the wisest kittypets in the area!"
The cream she-cat stepped back, sharply turning away. She took only two steps before turning her head to the plump kittypet.
"..I'll see you later, thank you."
She sprinted back to camp before she could hear him respond, she couldn't waste time waiting if he would call her back for more.
...
The camp was loud with the sound of cats chattering. Blissfoot ducked through the entrance, just to find two unfamilliar cats in the center.
One was a long-furred tall ginger tom, with the same patterns as Thicketdapple herself. The other cat beside him was a shorter, pale brown tabby she-cat.
..these are the cats he was talking about. She assumed, curoisity spiking at the personality difference.
The tom, despite his height, seemed to struggle with so much attention. The she-cat was practically basking in the attention, her chest puffed out and whiskers twitching with pride.
The she-cat was the first one to notice the warrior, her gaze brightening in an instant.
"Hello! Now you're a pretty face compared to she-cats ive seen here," She gestured broadly to the crowd of warriors with her tail, seemingly excited. "My name is Stat- Sorry, Starlingstripe. This guy over here is Redstreak. What's your name?"
Blissfoot's pelt heated, feeling half of the Clan stare at her sudden arrival.
"..Blissfoot. My name is Blissfoot." She croaked, stepping back slightly at the unsteadyness of her own words.
"Great!" Starlingstripe squealed, her voice filled with a childish amount of excitement despite her visible age. "Do ya mind telling me where your medicine cat is? I'm- I'm sure they came with you, didn't they? One of your warriors has a stomachache."
The pale brown tabby peered behind the cream she-cat, and Blissfoot's fur bristled.
Sprucecone walked to the two, his gaze half-lidded. "Starling- I'm fine. I'd love a medicine cat, but we don't have one right now-"
The two cats kept chattering, the group dispersing as the clearing seemed to fill with their voices.
"Yeah, er, nice to meet you," Blissfoot muttered, ducking into the warriors den as she searched for a familliar pelt. Raggedfog.
She found him, but not without a small crowd. He was sitting next to Thicketdapple, Flickstar, and Rainbowlake. There was prey at their paws, showing that they were casually eating and talking.
He didn't look up.
"Thicketdapple, you've done better than I expected. Look at you, finding your own littermate? In a place like this?" He meowed, gaze fixed on the ginger she-cat.
The she-cat purred, taking another bite of the mouse at her paws.
Blissfoot sat down awkwardly, staying as quiet as she could.
Flickstar suddenly got up, her fur bristled. Rainbowlake looked at the leader with a narrowed gaze, as if the dark gray tabby had tried to challenge her.
All of the cats in the den perked up, but Flickstar left the den. Her gaze was unreadable, and her movements almost looked practiced as she left her half-eaten rabbit behind.
The sudden spark of tension made their gazes turn to the tortoiseshell. They didn't flinch, they just looked at her retreating pelt.
"Rainbow," Thicketdapple started, her tail curling loosely in the air.
"..What did you say to her?"
Journalism, he/him. 40 moons old. Childish, Good Meditator & Very Clever.
Redstreak, he/him. 108 moons old. Gloomy, Excellent Teacher & Great Speaker.
Starlingstripe, she/her. 115 moons old. Confident & Great Kitsitter.
Blissfoot chatted with a kittypet, this cat is Journalism.
Thicketdapple found an interested loner, this cat is Redstreak.
Redstreak found an interested kitypet, this cat is Starlingstripe.
Sprucecone has a stomachache.
Raggedfog can't believe how talented Thicketdapple is!
Thicketdapple eats with Flickstar all of the time!
Rainbowlake tries to convince Flickstar to run away with them
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