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[autumn]

The water tumbled down to an icy pool at the bottom of the world, as Robinfeather sat near the edge in the shadows. She stared down at the falling water, and wondered about it. She wondered whether it ever stopped, like an ongoing clock that continuously ticked, or whether it stopped at night when no one was looking. Everything had to rest at some point, didn't it? Not everything, she reminded herself. Scowling, she stepped away from the water's edge.

The she-warrior found a shady spot beneath the trees nearby the running water. She sat beneath it, uncertain what to do or whom to think about. How about Skyheart? Robinfeather purred at the thought. Her new love, her true] love. Hopefully it stays that way... she thought as she remembered the loves she had before. Forcing them out of her mind, she thought of only those blue eyes of his.

After a while, though, she grew weary of the eyes. Assuming that they'd haunt her for a little while, she thought of something else. Or rather, she searched for something else to think about. Because currently, nothing seemed of interest to her.

Lashing her fluffy tail behind her, she settled down into a laying position, to find herself quickly scrambling up again. Her green-amber eyes darted around, searching for the source of the noise her sensitive ears had just heart. She flicked them. Maybe it was nothing. Focusing again, she was now certain that she'd heard paw steps in the distance. She sat now, intense but still, waiting for the cat to come into view. She was rather well-hidden, but it depended on the one approaching as to whether they'd see her or not. So she waited patiently to see who it was.

[Kathryn]

Prowling through FrostClan Territory would have been fun for any other kit; the fact that Deathkit shouldn’t be out of camp in the first place put her in a lot of trouble if she was caught. Even so, Deathkit found that she liked being out of camp in the silence; nobody to disturb her or to offer to play with her. She just wanted to sleep, not play, and just be left in peace. Sighing silently, she accidentally stepped on a stick and her head rose; another cat was nearby! She darted into the bushes and crouched down, trying to locate the cat, but the scents of everything in the territory was overwhelming for her small nose.

And then she saw Robinfeather crouched in the shadows, ears alert. Carefully the kit stalked over to the she-cat, wondering if she could sense the same cat, but when Deathkit’s musky-scented body crouched down against Robinfeather’s without contact, she couldn’t see anything else.
“What are we looking for?” She squeaked, unaware of any chance that the Warrior might not of noticed her, but it was too late to do anything now. If she was going to be punished, she would have to take it like a Warrior. Hopefully she hadn’t scared Robinfeather, so the mysterious kit crouched down low to the ground and hoped that Robinblaze wouldn’t raise her voice.

[autumn]

Robinfeather, who was already tense due to the paw steps she heard with no face to the sound, nearly leaped out of her fur when the kit was right beside her. Having prepared herself for the same sort of surprise long a go, she didn't jump, but rather spun around quickly and hissed, clearly startled. Her eyes grew ablaze as she glared at the kit before she sat down again. It's just a kit, relax... StarClan only knows what sort of kit you were at her age... she sighed, agreeing with herself. Though she didn't believe in StarClan, it was a typical saying these cats used, so she adopted it into her thoughts and words.

"What do you think you're doing, sneaking up on me like that?" Robinfeather hissed, lashing her tail back and forth on the ground. "You shouldn't be out here, Deathkit. I could report you to Darkstar for this." Her calico paws stood as she wandered away from the kit, in the direction of the water fall. She turned back briefly to say "But I won't." Her plume of a tail waved behind her as she sat once again on the water's edge, paying careful notice to the kit behind her. Knowing her, she'll try to push me over the edge...

The sun was just shimmering in the sky, only having risen not long ago. No moon hung beside her- it was a new moon, a dark night. Robinfeather grunted, thinking about the kit. She'd heard about Deathkit, but not much. Some instinct told her that Deathkit was vital to the clans, but she ignored the instinct. It was too small to take notice in, anyway.

[Kathryn]

DEATHKIT

Deathkit wasn’t surprised when Robinfeather hissed at her; who wouldn’t when they got a surprise? Well, Spiritguide wouldn’t, but she was back at camp. The tabby she-kit dug her claws into the ground and flattened her ears as she took the cat’s scolding. Deep down though, she didn’t care; everybody got told off for something and it was Robinfeather’s fault for not being attentive to her surroundings more sharply. She had the mindset to tell Robinfeather that she didn’t sneak up on her, and that she heard a noise and went to hide, but she didn’t bother.

The tabby kit followed the bigger Warrior and peered over at the Waterfall. The spray tickled and stung her eyes; the saltwater made her feel uncomfortable. She backed up, her eyes shut and paws wiping at her face to clean it. The fur there was damp, but it seemed to dry quickly. Deathkit was balancing cutely on her hind legs as she swiped at the water, and the glare of the sun jumped over her tan fur. When she was done, Deathkit looked up Robinfeather, her ears flat and eyes curious about the Waterfall, but at the same time wondering why she was there. Instead of prying, she padded up to the bank of the water and prodded her paw to it, squeaking and leaping back with surprise. For a heartbeat she just blinked, staring at the water and the weird, slippery silver things that wriggled around inside of it. Then the kit scooped her paw in curiously, feeling the slimy fish as it swerved to avoid her paw. Instantly the kit was dabbing at the surface again, peering down at the fish as it strayed toward the bank again.

She scooped both of her paws in and pulled the fish out. It flew through the air and flopped on the bank, and the rapid movements excited Deathkit. She leapt toward it playfully, batting at it with her claws sheathed, and looked somewhat disappointed when it stopped moving. The silent she-cat picked the heavy thing up in her mouth and dragged it over to Robinfeather, looking at the older cat with her head tilted quizzically. Such a strange creature!

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Tags; Deathkit, Robinfeather

[autumn]

Robinfeather sighed when she saw the kit wander off, feeling ignored. She imagined herself as a kit at that time, and remembered her own naiveness to be much worse. Sitting by the water, he green-amber eyes staring at the water but not seeing it at all, she zoned into a flashback. Her eyes glazed over, her mind perfectly cradled by the memory.

She was in the twoleg house, all alone. The rain was pouring down from the heavens, and she longed to go outside. She longed to feel it kiss her cheeks and for her body to shiver under its chilling mercy. She wanted to roll in the grass and feel the wet drops cling to her fur. But as much as she wanted to, she couldn't. The giant glass door barred her from t he world, from her very existence, and she began to feel like she couldn't live anymore. Like she couldn't breathe anymore. Like she was doomed to this itchy collar and confined area forever. She was so tiny, so small, and even smaller human hands wrapped around her in an attempt to pick her up. She struggled and squirmed, but the twoleg kit plopped her on the couch.

"Robin," said her mother, Jay, calling Robinfeather by the name she had before she came to the clans. "Just relax, just relax..." But her mother was doing a bad job relaxing herself. To see her precious kit being handled by a twoleg nearly broke her to pieces. Robin could hear her mother's breathing quicken as she called for her father, and he tried to comfort both of them.

"Jay... it's all right, sweetheart, it's all right..." Even in the heat of the moment like that, Robinfeather was still amazed at the unbreakable love the two cats shared. For her to leave her home and live with him, and bring her kit with her... it was a cost that Robinfeather would never pay for love. That was the last thing Robinfeather saw before she was picked up again and brought into the twoleg's den....

Breathing quickly in the rush from the attack, Robinfeather shook her pelt, as if every memory she ever owned lingered in the depths of her coat. I try to go to places where memories can't touch me, but they always seem to find me... she thought, irritated as she went to find the kit who seemed to have escaped from view. Standing gracefully, the she-cat searched for Deathkit with haunted eyes.

Robinfeather found the kit not too far away, playing with a fish. The calico she-cat formed a crooked grin when the kit was seemingly disappointed as the prey grew still. She was then flattered when Deathkit dragged it to her- a gesture that moved the warrior- and tilted her head quizzically. Feeling moved and amused and sorrowful all at once, Robinfeather laughed and went back to the stream. The she-kit seemed in the mood for silence, so Robinfeather played along, allowing her expressions to do the talking. She stepped into the rapids without a wince, searched for another silver from that darted beneath her, and, with quick paws, tossed it to Deathkit. Her tail lashing and her eyes playful, Robinfeather felt like the kit she never could be as she waited to see if Deathkit would toss it back.

[Kathryn]

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[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=00000] DEATHKIT At first, Deathkit thought that Robinfeather would abandon her, but looking at the expression on Robinfeather’s face, it wasn’t one of abandonment or hostility; it was an amused expression. Deciding to follow her back down to the stream, Deathkit blinked her bright blue eyes as she watched, from afar, the she-cat scoop out a fish from the water. Her eyes widened as the fish soared through the air toward her and she lifted up her paw to bat the slimy creature back toward Robinfeather. A sense of excitement flowed thunderously through Deathkit’s blood as the creature wriggled in mid-air, almost as if it were waving at her tauntingly. Darting forward, she pawed at the fish again, leaping over it and trying to hold it still, and then leaping over it again, but her paw slid straight off of its fur and hit the floor with a soft thump. This, however, didn’t disturb Deathkit, and the she-kit tossed it back into the air, her tail wriggling and eyes locked intently on the creature. Rearing up to try and keep her gaze on the fish, her usually expressionless face was filled with life and vivid curiosity. While she didn’t understand exactly what the fish was doing in the water, she liked to play with them! Slowly a smile toyed with her lips and she let out a quiet yapping sound of excitement, almost like a kit yowling, but not as high in pitch. Though she didn’t say anything, it was clear that she liked this game, and she hoped that Robinfeather wouldn’t end it too soon! Doing Speaking Thinking "Your cat talking"