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Rainwhisker

I cried out with no reply and
I can't feel You by my side.
So I'll hold tight to what I know.
You're here and I'm never alone.

Was it the faded light that drew the sweet she-cat's gaze or was it the dead silence from the long gone birds or the soft mews of little kits? The lean shoulders of the calico cat seemed to shift as she lifted herself in a slow easy movement. A slow yawn took over her features as small stained teeth flashed in the pale light of the clouded day. One paw moved out and the other followed, curved nearly translucent claws dug into the frozen earth's surface as her back ached and the muscles played under that thickening winter coat.

She was a sleek creature as she paced through the camp on silent paws of pale gold, tipped in deepest black. Eyes of pale whiskey shifted over every movement that caught that unwavering stare. Was she on edge? No, this was just how she was. Always on the look out and always nervous. It came from her being blind in one eye and from the fact that that was just how she was nothing else could be said about this daring feline. Her tail swiped high, seeming to dance with each thud of her heart as she came to stand before the warrior den. There was not much she could do seeing as everyone was either asleep or off hunting as she had been just an hour ago.

A low sigh escaped those black painted lips as she settled back on her haunches and began an brisk cleaning of her multi-colored coat. She was not one to go up to another. No, it was just not in her to take a step toward another when it was likely they might come to her when the need was seen as fit to do so, yet now she wished she had the braves to venture toward another feline like herself. This calico she-cat was brave enough to take on badgers and fight other warriors. To hunt and learn with them, but to speak to them was like something forbidden to her fickle mind. It just didn't work like that.

[idk my bff brindle]

crisiskit

[/font][/size][/right]Bright yellow eyes peeked out of the nursery. They were followed by small silver forepaws as a tabby tom crept out. He was slightly tensed, not really knowing this new she-cat. She seemed a little broody and on the edge, maybe a bit sad. Frowning, he left the nursery and pushed through the snowbanks. Shivering as the snow landed on him, Crisiskit stopped close to the warrior. The color-blind kit watched as the spotted she-cat started grooming herself. To him, she was a mix of lighter and darker greys. The snow was a pure white, which always messed with his head. he didn't like it when the snow and the sky merged together in his eyes. The silver tabby shook his head as if too clear it and padded closer, curious.

"Hey there," he greeted, voice cool and calm but still retaining kit-like innocence. He plopped down on the ground, eyes wise, as he tried to appear older than he really was. He was always mediating things between his siblings and looking after Periwinklekit. The tom didn't mind that, but he really wanted to talk to someone maybe a little older, a little more mature. "Who're you?" the tom questioned, leaning forwards slightly.

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The she-cat's head snapped up and whiskey eyes searched the area around her, then turned to the small kit before her. A slight feline smile graced those blackened lips as she inspected him before speaking in that sweet melody of a voice, "I am Rainwhisker." she informed him with a twinkle now alight in those troubled eyes. The calico cat leaned down closer to him, shoulders muscles bunching at the effort not to fall upon him. "And who, sweet kit, are you?"she inquired in a musical tone of voice. It was a rare sight to see such a cat as herself to be with a kit. Speaking to them seemed foolish for they were so young and small. Rainwhisker just didn't have it in her to normally act this way with one such as this little tom.

Her tail curled around her in a slow movement, covering her paws as she watched him, waiting for the little scrap of fur to answer her question. Each flick of her tail tip seemed to give hint to the feeling of the cold snow that rested at her back now that she had settled into her spot for the moment. Those pointed ears shifted this way and that as she listened to the soft call of the wind that seemed to whisper sweet words of the coming chill.

[(aurora) of the problematique]

lusterpurge

_{A noise that sounded like dry paws rustling against fallen leaves rustled up in the back of the nursery. Amber eyes widened like an alligator's coming up from the surface of a swamp. The scent of musty moss started to flow around the nursery as Lusterpurge stirred, the elderly resident queen awakening once she sensed a trespasser in the nursery. Frowning, the raggedy tortie stood up on her bony legs, stilting forward and watching Rainwhisker and Crisiskit from the shadows. Her spine formed a broken pattern against the sunbeam coming down through one of the holes in the nursery. "Who'reya?" Lusterpurge slurred, wrinkling her nose. Her claws unsheathed protectively, as nowadays she could barely tell friend from foe (only always innocent kit and suspicious others). She didn't hear the she-cat introduce herself the first time.}

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Rainwhisker's head turned toward the queen as she walked toward them, questioning the young she-cat as to who she was. The young warrior dipped that tortoiseshell head of hers, then raised it once more to speak clearly to the queen who stood before her now. "I am Rainwhisker." she said, a proud ring to the name as she spoke. Was it so bad to be proud of her warrior name? Those whiskey colored eyes laid rest upon the kit that had yet to tell her who he was, but this was not the time.

"And may I be so bold as to ask who you are?" she dipped her head once more after speaking. Her eyes stayed on the ground after she had raised that multi-colored crown from the low dip that had caused her pale nose to nearly touch the ground.