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[*~[R]ose-[B]rennan~*]

Two yellow eyes blinked out the soft comforting darkness that was the WindClan nursery. Those soft yellow eyes were set in the small head of a tiny kit. His coat still soft, fluffy and thick. His smal body was a silloet in the soft morning mist and he draped his little tail over his minature paws.

There's a blanket of mist on the dew covered fields
Far in the distance church bells peal
And a hazy white sunlight breaks through the dawn
Catching the cobwebs spun on the lawn
And in through the curtains, a thin shaft of light
Capturing diamonds of dust in their flight

His eyes scanned the camp sadly but thoughtfully. He went through fazes when he just wondered about his parents, what had they been like? His mother, a hazy memory of warmth, comfort and a sweet scent; his father a warm gruff voice and dark eyes. What of his siblings? He could remeber them squirming beside him and his eyes cracking open to play with his smoky grey sister with soft blue eyes, Fern he thought sadly. Bringing up a paw to brush his eyes softly.

As a golden red sun sets in a mackerel sky
On long summer evenings in twilight
Riding home on your shoulders, holding your hand
Watching the hourglass filling with sand
And I still remember the stories you read
And being carried back to my own little bed

All gone now, no more laughter and fun with his sister. The first yellow shafts cracked through the soft mist. Dockit gave a small unhappy sigh and got up, the dust falling from his tabby brown pelt. He waved his tail slightly and climbed back into his mossy bed...alone. He could almost feel the presence of his mother and father beside him but did not dare open his eyes unless they dissapear. He felt warm, even in the middle of leafbare and heard his mother start to tell him a story, and if he had opened his eyes he would have seen a small she-cat's curled beside him; her soft grey pelt brushing with his and a strong tom cat by her side, dark pelt and soft bron eyes beside her as they told him their stories.

In those days, long before you were born
Those days, when I was a child
As I look back it seems like only yesterday
When I was your age

[>>[S]ilver]

A small golden pelt moved through the shadows, her tiny tail lashing as the bushes around her gave a faint russeling sound as she moved through them. Her tiny claws brushed against the stone below her paws, making a horrid screetch. Her pelt stood on end; she knew where she was, and she knew she was not under any curcumstances to be here. She was in ShadowClan and every cat new no other Clan liked ShadowClan. She gave a sly smile, green eyes slits. I wonder if any other kit ever made it this far...Taintedstar will be angry, but only untill her what Ive found!! Wow...the WindClan camp. She'll love this. She thought to herself. A fluffy brown tom kitten was sulking back into the nursery. She thought he might be fun to play with...

Maplekit gave a small giggle and started to inch her way to the Nursery enterance.

[*~[R]ose-[B]rennan~*]

Dockit stirred silently in the soft moss nest and felt the warm presence leave him, he gave a small whimper as the cold finally struck him, showing his bones as the wind blew his fur and it parted. With the bitter bite of the harsh wind came another scent in which he recognized.

Even though he wasn't supposed to leave the camp, with the leader as your companion he often followed her and she taught him some basics of the boundaries and the scents within them. Maybe that was why he was so frustrated, she never seemed to take him out anymore and he was bored in camp.

ShadowClan! The name stirred within him and he took in another breath to identify the intruder. His claws slid out slightly and he tried not to yowl for help. Finally he took everything into account, female and about the same age as him...he was five moons and approaching his sixth. He relaxed and sat up.

"Who are you are why are you here?" he said coolly, spotting a small golden tail in the grass and moving his soft yellow gaze to where she was hiding "Not a good idea" he moved a paw and stood up, he was still young but already one could see he was going to be a fine tom cat, strong and handsome.

[>>[S]ilver]

Maplekit's head popped up, green eyes startled. She gave a small gasp and turned on her heeles. She was here to explore, and if she was going to talk with this tomkit, it was not going to be here, out in the open. She was running quickly, paws darting noiselessly through the corse undergrowth of the WindClan territory, body weaving in and out of tiny places to move quickly and noiselessly. She flung herself into the open, chest heaving but on she went. She didn't notice a small rock, ledged inbetween two cracks in the hillside. Her small paw caught and she fell, tumbeling uncontroabally down a hill. The golden kit let out a shreek of terror as her body crashed against the rocky bottom. Her leg was torn and bleeding...She looked up the hill, wondering if that little brown kit was coming...

[*~[R]ose-[B]rennan~*]

Dockit was not surprise when she fled, he gave a small sigh and turned around ready to fall back asleep. She had been very pretty, he thought . Her green eyes had made him want to smile and he'd never seen a pelt so gold. He sat and thought for a moment then decided to follow her.

He padded slowly and carefully out of camp, he took his time and took in everything around him. The tall grass swept over him like a pelt of another cat and he quickened his pace; he wanted to get to her without crossing the border.

He heard a yowl and his ears turned toward the noise, he broke into a run and realised where he was heading. A surge of cold adrenilin shot through his small body and he gave a sharp intake of breath.

Two cats stood by a dip dip in the rock, one was a tiny brown tom and the other a tall russet she-cat "Careful near here" she growled "It could kill someone as small as you if you fell"

Dockit raced to the edge "Hello?" he called, panic brewing in his chest "Are you alright?" he could see a lump of gold fur and his heart was in his mouth, it wasn't if she was alright, it was if she was alive.

[>>[S]ilver]

Maplekit gave a small groan of pain. She hated it when others saw her upset, or week. She was hardly ever, though. And she was quite good at hiding her pain. Ever since her mother dissapeered...No. She knew if she thought that...No! Said the voice again, louder and stronger now. She looked up at Dockit, standing what seemed to be over her. "Down here!" She called, her small voice ringing like a bell, echoing and entering every small creves of the hill before leaving a split second later. "My leg..." She said in a smaller voice. It was very likley he would not hear her anyway. Her blood was spilling out of her leg now, and her paw was caught in a shiny red rock, stained with the blood of a kit. Something that should never be spilt. She looked at Dockit with worried eyes, though she did not want a cat she had never spoken to, see her like this. He was different, though...somehow...

[*~[R]ose-[B]rennan~*]

Dockit looked down at her and groaned, seeing the blood on the rock glistening like the early morning sunset; standing out against the dark grey rock. His soft yellow eyes looked over the crevice, planning his descent.

His dark brown tabby pelt billowed out behind him as, in a flowing leap, he leapt onto am ege that was jutting out slightly. He stopped then leapt again, looking like a true cat, fluid and graceful, with every gentle move.

Five leaps later, just before he reached the bottom, he saw her injures and winced. He lifted one paw and gathered the cobwebs from the dark dingy corner and leapt down beside her. "careful" he mewed softly and rolled away the stone with a paw and leant down to examin her leg.

"I don't know how I'm going to get you up but it will all be OK" he murmured, gently pressing the cobwebs into the wound and soon the blood stopped flowing on her golden pelt and the poolf of it left began to dry on her pelt.

[>>[S]ilver]

Maplekit's green eyes flashed. She was not about to admit defeat. She was to proud, to strong. Her golden tail lashed in the light of the rising sun, the mist was lifting and the river below, leading to RiverClan glistened in the golden rays of the sun. She glansed down at her leg. The blood was wet and sparkleing like red water in the sunlight, and she looked at Dockit. "Whats your name?" She asked, thrusting her paw and kickig with the other paw, pushing at the ground to her her other paw out of the crack. It was out, and with a wince of pain she lay it limply on the rock.

[*~[R]ose-[B]rennan~*]

"My name is Dockit" he growled softly, he wondered what on earth she was doing here. Did she have no idea the consequences of being in another clans territory? He gave a little sigh looking at the small kit. A ShadowClan cat, probably looking for ways to invade a sick clan. He hadn't let his guard down and he observed her leg...didn't look good.

He took her scruff softly in his jaws and murmured through the fur "I'm going to get you out of here understand? And that means you don't move or when you're out of here tell your leader about our camp" he took in her weight and balanced her weight; then, as gently as possible he began the climb back up.

[>>[S]ilver]

"I wasn't going to do that" She lied quickly, smiling with mock innosence at Dockit. "Oh, and I'm Maplekit." She gave a small smile and winced with pain, her leg hurt like hell. Of course, she didn't think of that, because kit's just don't.

She tried to stop herself crying out when he got her up. Trying as much as she could not to have lean on Dockit, she put her weight on three paws and limped up the hill awakwardly.

[*~[R]ose-[B]rennan~*]

"Dockit" the brown kit growled "nearly Docpaw and for StarClan's sake you'll do your leg more damage if you don't rest it, lie down for a bit" he settled himself on the soft green grass and licked the cobwebs from his now dusty brown pelt. He looked at her and his amber eyes penatrated through hers and he growled "I mean it Maplekit, you don't tell anyone where our camp is" he was deadly serious and would do anything to protect his clan, even though he rather like this kit. He went back to licking his pelt, the temporary intense time gone but not forgotten so as to make an impression on her. He sighed, Emberstar would be alright if she found out...he had been helping someone in need. But stil, it was best she didn't find out at all.

[>>[S]ilver]

"I'm not going to." She spat, her voice like an adder's bite or a cold river on a hot day. Her green eyes caught first, and were somewhat frightening to look into. Ever since her mother died, she often got herself into these random rages or hatred for no reason. Her tail lashed. "And what are you, some kind of medicine kitten? What do you know, your only some kit, hardly older than me," She looked Dockit in the eyes, wondering what he was thinking, how he would retort.

[*~[R]ose-[B]rennan~*]

Dockit's dark brown, tabby coat puffed up as he leapt to his paws and he bared his fangs "Then you should try and act your age then, my sister told my mother to lie still after she had an injury like yours after a battle. She didn't listen and now she and my family are dead" he snarled, his eyes amber alight like a towering inferno; not caring if he scared her or not.

[Snowie]

OhOhSee|| May I butt in here?

BiscuitsInCoffee||^{Snowkits legs twitched as she woke up, she looked around, her eyes half closed as she had just woken up. She sniffed the air, trying to work out if Dockkit was still there, "Dockkit?" she jumped up after realising the tom was gone and started to leave the nursery. She looked around and started to follow the toms scent, "Dockkit?"she mewed, confused as she spotted him talking to a strange cat.}

[>>[S]ilver]

Peachkit sniffed the air, her nose twiching. The little ginger kit lay limp and asleep in the nursery. Her ears twiched as she felt Snowkit move. "Goackousleep, Nokit..." She meowed groogily as the white kitten trood on her tail, Her fur prickled, and hshe became aware of the cold, empty feeling as she felt her side... She crept away from her mother's white body, and pelted after Snowkit. Halfway out of the Camp the ginger kit bowled over the white one...


Maplekit's eyes flashed and she hissed, she brown pelt standing on end. She did not speek, though, because her ears coukld still hear the crashing as the river below them tumbeled and weaved over sharp rocks. Dockit was the only thing standing between her and her potential death. "I'm sorry..." She meowed, looking away. Her eyes shot up as she heared Peachkit and Snowkit at the top of the hill...