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turtlekit, kit of shadowclan !
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    It didn't even look like he was anywhere near home, really, which was starting to finally become concerning. It still looked like he was surrounded by the weird tree-barren land around the new camp, no swampland in sight. No marshy ground, no frogs or lizards or cats that looked familiar. All he could see was a big building that smelled kind of like cats, and mice. Well, he didn't quite know what that smell was exactly, but it smelled like food and his stomach was starting to rumble. He must have been wandering in circles for ages! Walking on those stubby little legs of his, Turtlekit waddled closer and stuck his head in a hole, peering into the strange place. Maybe there was someone here who could help him. Find him food, get him going in the right direction, things like that. He'd have to make sure they promised to not tell Kestrelflower he'd gotten lost, though. She wouldn't be happy about that. "Hello?" he called out, voice tiny and quiet but hopefully loud enough to be heard. "Is anyone here? I think I'm lost." He pushed the rest of himself inside and plopped himself right down, staring around at rafters and loads and loads of stuff that looked like really dry grass. Really dead grass, too. Not green at all, just some weird sandy color. "And I'm hungry."  Not scared, though. After all, there was nothing to be afraid of, here or anywhere. No one was going to hurt him. They'd help him, of course. That's just what cats did for each other.




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Loki

        His paws hardly made a thump on the wild grass, but the large massed tom liked to think they did. He liked to think that they shook the forest as he hunted at the outskirts of the clan territory. Well, outskirts wasn't the best way to say it. They hardly ever caught him, so what's wrong with a little venture inwards? They surely had enough prey to share.

    Chuckling to himself, he gazed a bout. He should be near that twoleg place which held the big animals. That barn usually had that swarm of mice. It wasn't often he feasted on his bunk mates. But that one pesky clan patrol shooed him from that... What was it? Grassclan? Windclan? Anyway, they shooed him away from their territory.

    They'd be sure to catch him if he tried again, so he decided against it. His poor bunk mates, he truly loved rabbit better, but returning empty handed made him sour. A sour Loki made for scared mice. 

    The silver bodied tom halted suddenly. He smelt a cat. They couldn't be after his stock of mice, now could they? For all he frequented the wooden structure, he had never smelt another cat. The silver bodied tom might as well check it out. You know, to greet whoever was present, make some good company of course.

    A black nose sniffed around as he got closer to the barn. The twoleg had yet to fix the small hole in the side, they must have went through there. A she-cat, maybe? They're usually smaller then toms. Even though the large Ragdoll could not even try to fit, he could use the hole as a way to make the other cat seem safer. Picking his head up, his black limbs moved at a trot to the barn. 

    Stopping at the hole, he sniffed at the entrance to check this was where the cat went. The scent was strong, yet he found himself wrong. He released a deep sigh, a clan cat. Another apprentice lost? That Breezeclan had to look after their cats more, he couldn't keep scaring them off.

    Glancing around, he assured himself no one would bother him in his chat, he sat down a few steps away from the hole. "Hello?" the tom attempted the greeting. He waited a moment in silence. "I know you're there, why don't you come out now." he made sure he spoke loudly to make sure he was heard.

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turtlekit, kit of shadowclan !
tagged: loki+anyone

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    For what felt like a moon, Turtlekit sat there in the silence of the barn, occasionally pawing at the hay beneath him. Occasionally, he bent down to sniff at it and screwed up his little nose at the new, odd smell. It was one he certainly wasn't going to forget anytime soon, since he was practically swimming in it. The smell of mice was strong too, and there was a slightly stale scent of what was probably cat...but he wasn't sure yet. He didn't know all of his smells, but he was going to one day. He was going to have a good sense of smell and a body that wasn't round, kit-soft and a bit clumy. It was going to be a long time until that happened, but he could wait. His litter mates didn't want to, but he was fine with waiting. He'd be an apprentice and then a warrior when it was due to happen and not a second further. Toadkit, Snakekit and Newtkit would just have to learn to wait. All the kits back in the nursery back home, too. They'd all been in a rush to be apprentices too, like sleeping in the nursery with their mothers was the worst thing in the world. Speaking of sleeping, if any cats did happen to sleep here from time to time, how did they do it? The stuff beneath his feet smelled odd, and it felt all prickly and dry. Like it he laid down and rolled around even just a little bit more than was necessary, he'd get poked and prodded back into another position. Nothing like where he slept with his mother, sisters, and brother. That was soft and warm and smelled safe, like home and good things to come. This felt odd and wrong and it didn't smell like home at all. It just smelled like dead grass and things he wasn't sure about and it was making even him a little uncomfortable. But at least it was quiet. The rebel camp could get a little noisy at times, with all those cats together in a cave instead of spread out in a nice, big camp. It wasn't terrible, but he did like his peace and quiet at times. He was startled from his thoughts from a voice. It didn't sound angry or scary, so he wasn't frightened at all. Curious, at most, really. He'd never had to be scared before, and this strange voice hadn't given him any reason to be yet, either. "I'm coming." he replied, padding over to the hole in the wall he'd slipped through a little while ago. "Right now." Turtlekit added softly, squeezing out through the hole and stumbling slightly when he couldn't quite stick the landing. 

    The little kit brushed off the stumble like it had never happened, and promptly sat back down to look up at the owner of the strange, new voice with wide golden eyes. They didn't look scary, either. Just big and fluffy, but Duskfang was big and fluffy and she wasn't scary. There was obviously nothing to be afraid of, so he just sat there and smiled, until his little stomach rumbled and reminded him just what was going on at the time. Maybe this new face could help! There as no harm in asking, but he had to introduce himself first. It was just good manners. His mother would be so proud! "I'm Turtlekit, and I'm lost....I think." He glanced around at his surroundings and sighed, nodding slowly to himself. He was totally lost here, but no worries. He'd find his way back home, because it didn't much look like seeing his friends was going to happen today. He just had to eat first, and take a nap, maybe. "...and I'm hungry. Do you have any food?" It didn't look like this stranger did, but maybe they could find some! Or he could find some and Turtlekit could watch, because he didn't know how to hunt yet. You had to know what certain smells meant to hunt, and he hadn't been taught that yet. He hadn't been taught much of anything.
    




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Loki

        The response to his greeting was younger sounding then an apprentice. It was either a newly made apprentice or... Oh no, not a kit. His assumptions were only confirmed as the small bodied ball of kitten fluff tumbled out of the hole. Quickly, the Ragdoll looked around to survey the horizons. If this was a clan kit then chances were it sneaked out of it's camp. The closest camp was Windclan, which a patrol just passed, which meant a while before the next one. Unless...

    Loki turned his attention back to the breathing fluff and examined him. The fluff truly was a large one, yet he was still young. Maybe in a moon or two, he'd be an apprentice. The kit also seemed healthy enough... And it was also apparent he couldn't give a care in the world! Quite relaxed actually. Didn't anyone teach him not to feel safe around strangers?

    Might as well try to make the best of this. It'd be dark soon and he was sure the clan cats would go looking for him sooner or later. Loki could give the fluff to them then, better to make sure the kit makes it home safely. He certainly wasn't going to go camp hunting. 

    Turtlekit... Well they certainly got that right. "Well, Turtlekit, I'm Loki. Hungry are you? I was just about to dine myself." His chest filled with a chuckle, boy was this kit oblivious. Might as well splurge him, might win him a favor at a later date. "I could be... persuaded to share." 

    Standing up on his timber strong legs, Loki started to make for the barn door. The big thing wasn't always open, but it seemed that old twoleg had been careless tonight, it being open enough to let him fit through. Yet he stopped and looked back to the kit. "Are you coming to join me on a feast?"

    There was more then enough mice inside to share, Loki knew, but he had this feeling he'd be hunting alone with a tag alone to feed.

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turtlekit, kit of shadowclan !
tagged: loki+anyone

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       Turtlekit was content to sit in silence, fully aware of the eyes on him and the massive size of the cat he sat before in comparison to his own size. He was no small kit, fur sure, but next to Loki, he didn't look like much more than a kit who hadn't quite grown into the coat he wore. Sort of small and just sitting there, innocent, waiting for his wishes to be fulfilled because he'd always been fed before when he'd asked. Why wouldn't it happen now? This cat seemed nice. Turtlekit had no doubt in his mind that Loki was going to make sure he was fed, and then they could work on getting Turtlekit back home. He didn't think he needed an escort right back to the cave, but if Loki could get him close enough to see it or to catch the scent of his mother, he'd do just find. Not that he would fight it off if the bigger tom offered to walk him right to the entrance. Hazelstorm and Duskfang probably wouldn't like it much, though. They didn't seem to like strangers much. He didn't quite understand it yet, but a lot of the clan cats didn't seem to. There was always talk about borders and kittypets and he'd heard about trespassing once, but was it really a big deal? After all, their little group was so small yet. Wouldn't they need more cats to make it feel more like the home they'd left? Didn't they miss the old camp like he did? "Starving! I didn't get to eat before I left. Momma was busy and everything on the pile is still too big for me to grab by myself." He scuffed his front paws in the dirt and sighed. He loved his siblings, but sometimes they got into so much trouble that Kestrelflower seemed to spend more time chasing after the two troublemakers than she did him and Newtkit. And he may have been a bigger kit, but some of those pieces of prey the older cats brought in were too big and heavy for him to carry or eat on his own. He'd decided he could just eat when he'd reached his intended destination. They had a nice, big pile of food there too for him to eat. Except he hadn't reached his destination, and so that plan had also failed.

    "I'm coming!" Turtlekit squeaked, leaping up onto stubby legs and running to catch up with Loki. It wasn't a long distance to cover, but he was so excited by the prospect of food that even he couldn't be bothered to walk in his usual manner. He came to a stop beside Loki, and peered into the barn, mass of whiskers twitching. So many smell, so many little sounds. No wonder everyone always wanted to get out camp! The world was full of such new and exciting things. It felt like it was never going to end, and they hadn't even gone back inside the barn yet. "What's 'persuaded' mean?" It was a new word to him, like plenty of words still were. It sounded important, and he was eager to learn. Loki was older. Loki had to be smarter. There had to be so many things he could learn from him, and he wasn't even an apprentice yet. It was so cool! His littermates would all be so jealous, that he'd gotten to leave camp and he'd gotten to see and hear and learn about all these new things while they sat back at camp and watched everyone go in and out. 
    




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Loki

        Where many would have chuckled as the kit explained why he was hungry, Loki only gave an eye roll. Yet the white and black tom waited for the kit, as he stumbled over to him. Behind him, his tail gave a lash of impatience. Shaking his head, Loki pushed into the barn. 

    Lazily he turned his gaze frozen fire back to Turtlekit. What did persuade mean? "It's a nice word for argue." he stated plainly. The black face was about to turn back into the shadow of the barn when he realized that wasn't a very good explanation, especially for a kit.

    "To make another cat do something or to believe something. Usually by arguing for it, or giving reasons for them to do it." Maybe an example would work better. "You could persuade your brother to play a certain game with you." He tried to keep his vocabulary small as to not encourage more questions.

    Though, knowing kits, especially with how Turtlekit was feeling so comfortable around him, he was sure that would happen anyway. Loki tried to calm down and focus on the scents and sounds. In doing so he went quiet, his ears flicking around while he sniffed at the air. 

    He could hear a small family of mice at the corner, rustling around. He could smell the recently pregnant mother mouse in the upper level. He could also smell old twoleg scent, but he doubted he had to worry about that for a while.

    Singling out where he was going to hunt, he spoke again without turning his head away from the spot. "So, how are you going to persuade me to feed you, hm? I do not know you outside of these past moments, and I doubt you have anything I would wish to know." Try to make him think. "Besides that you are hungry." Loki added as an afterthought as he started to crouch and stalk towards the corner.

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turtlekit, kit of shadowclan !
tagged: loki+anyone

He replied, looking back at Loki with a bright, enthusiastic expression that was all too familiar to the little kit's face. It was almost his default expression. Close, but not quite. The default appeared just a little bit more calm and less bouncy, less hyped up and raring to go. Usually, he wasn't this excitable, but he was in a new place with a new cat and it was a lot to take in. No one could really blame him for not being calm in that moment and be able to really back up their point. "Like when momma wants us to go to bed or to eat the weird stuff the warriors bring back. Or when Toadkit wants me to come play a game."  His brother asked him to play often enough, but Turtlekit usually just said no until his brother got bored of it and went to go find someone else to cause trouble with. He could sit through all the cases made that it would be fun and exciting, no problem. He was much more content to sit with Newtkit and watch. He didn't like getting into trouble like that.  There was nothing wrong with that, either. His mother seemed quite happy that at least a few of the kits in that particular litter weren't prone to running about and causing trouble. He thought he'd probably be happy, too, if he was in her spot. Chasing after his brother and sister had to be really tiring.

[/font]   "Um...." Turtlekit came to a halt, dropping down to sit and watch as Loki dropped down and stalked forward, towards a spot where some of those good smells were particularly strong. He had to think for a moment, because he wasn't quite sure how he was supposed to answer that question. He was just a kit. For the most part, he didn't do anything interesting. Anything he might have seen that was worth reporting wasn't worth remembering to him because as far as he was concerned, nothing was wrong.  "My momma's going to want me home before it gets too dark, or she'll be angry. And then she'll tell Duskfang  and Hazelstorm and I think they'd be angry too. And they're probably really scary when they're angry. And they'd be really angry if I came back hungry." That sounded good! His mother was never happy when any of the kits tried to sneak out of her sight for very long, and no one seemed all that thrilled when any of them came to them after playing, complaining about empty bellies and being angry. Maybe that was what Loki wanted to know. He sure hoped so. He could practically hear his own belly rumbling.
      




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Loki
tagged; turtlekit anyone

        "Yes exactly like that..." the off handed comment floated off of the silver bodied black point. The confirmation example was what he heard and he was satisfied. It was obvious Loki was focusing on balancing his mass on at minimum three paws at a time.

    Loki wasn't trained, it was clear enough to see. He didn't hunt as well as a clan cat, that's for sure. His large size made noise when he wasn't concentrating on it not to. He also wasn't the hardest to see with the striking grey coat. Yet his size was his advantage and his disadvantage.

    He couldn't bolt at the prey for they'd hear him. He had to be careful with being slow to that he didn't attract much attention. He also had to make sure that the mice couldn't smell him. Though, Loki doubted he had to worry about the smell too much, the barn was practically marked by him. It only smelled of mice, twoleg, and him. 

    His thoughts rumbled as he heard Turtlekit out of his concentrated fog. His mother, a queen, it was given she'd be angry her kit wasn't with her at such a young age. Yet two names came up, two warrior names. To get two warriors on such a task instead of a single warrior or a warrior and an apprentice, the kit must have been important. The son of a clan leader perhaps?

    Scary, Loki could show anyone scary. Warriors didn't scare easily though. If they came before he went to drop the kit off, Loki'd probably leave empty handed or have to fight. Why would Loki have a kit? Obviously he stole Turtlekit, of course the runt didn't show up on his nest. 

    He snuck beside the side of a hay block. All wrapped in long thin strong grass the color of the sun setting. Loki could hear the mice, scurrying about. Yet they were quieter than normal, obviously they knew he was in the barn, just not where he was... 

    He snapped a clawed paw out around the bend and whacked a mouse against the hay block and pinning it there while the other mice ran. He was surprised he caught something. Quickly ending the mouse, Loki carried it back to Turtlekit. Dropping the thing before the kit, he wondered if this was worth it, feeding a kit, most likely an important one at that. 

    "Eat, and we'll get you home." Loki wasn't the best at talking to cats who didn't have anything he wanted. Getting up for Turtlekit to eat, Loki stalked off to get something for himself. The mouse he left for the kit wasn't all too big, but he was sure he'd be able to get something for himself before the kit finished it.

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turtlekit, kit of shadowclan !
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[/span]"Good!" Turtlekit chirped in return, glad to hear that he had gotten it right. He was young and he was innocent, but he wasn't stupid and could learn things just easily as any other cat. He was just much more patient about success if it didn't come to him right away. He sat there and watched as carefully as he could, eyes trained on Loki's movements. He'd never seen anyone hunt before, but it looked hard and so he was going to concentrate and remember as much as he could. He could practice it later himself when he was showing it off to his siblings. They'd want to know everything he'd come back with when he got home, because it was more than they knew and they were even more eager to be apprentices so they could learn how to hunt and other things from real warriors. It took a lot of balance; he could see that much. He hoped that by the time he became an apprentice, he wasn't so stubby and clumsy. He could be patient, but he didn't want to fall behind, and he still tripped over his own paws a lot. He just laughed it off when it happened, because it was okay to stumble sometimes, but he wanted to be a good warrior when he was all grown up and good warriors didn't fall flat on their faces because they had little legs. He sat up a little straighter when Loki's paw darted out, intrigued by the movement and also excited that food was on it's way.


After all, he was so very, very hungry.


    "Thank you." Turtlekit said before crouching down to eat his meal. It was plenty big enough for a little one like him; his own mother wouldn't have given him anything bigger, and so he was content. It would fill him up enough to get him home, he was sure of it. He just hoped that it didn't fill him up too much. If he got too full, he'd be sleepy, and it would be harder for Loki to take him home unless the older tom carried Turtlekit there. But how would he know where to go if Turtlekit couldn't at least give him the most vague directions? He wouldn't know to cross the big, black, smelly path and he wouldn't know to look for a big old pile of rocks. He wouldn't know what Hazelstorm, Duskfang, or Turtlekit's mother looked like, and that would just make it harder to get Turtlekit back where he belonged. He'd just have to stop if he felt himself getting too full. That was the simplest solution to it. 
   




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Loki

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    He could distantly hear the term of gratitude but hardly paid it any mind. Loki had focused onto a new hunt, and one did not simply use the same tactic on the same prey two times in a row. Tis a thing of beauty, to learn by trial and error. It gave you a less refined mode of doing something that has been honed by generations such as clan techniques, but it gave you a personal flare.

    Such flare like using high places and weight. Loki would not lie when he said he was a large cat. He remembered his brother swearing it was kitten fat he never trimmed but over moons of edging around, Loki found his bones strong. These bones let him fall at greater heights than smaller cats and gave him more power he can control. 

    Jumping onto the hay bales, Loki scanned the dim room that was growing dimmer. He would have to get the kit home soon, right after his snack. A full meal could wait. Sniffing as he crouched on the prickly platform, he tried to pick up on any smells of barn yard rodents.. He honed in on small trails. It was easy enough to follow them from one side of the barn to another.

    Leaping from bale to bale, Loki spread his weight to at least make his landings more silently from the rustling object. Reaching one which he could determine held mice on the other side, Loki listened as well as checked the scent again. The smell was potent and the amount of faint scuttling meant they had gathered again. 

    Taking small steps that were really not small at all, he came to the edge. The shadow he cast didn't matter much in the dark, and he dropped down heavily on top of the mice. He landed on one crushing it and catching another by the tail, the rest scattered again. He finished the mouse off quickly and feasted quickly where caught them.

    The mice were gone quickly into his large fangs, leaving shattered bones, tufts of fur scattered, and some other debris. Loki covered what he could. Momentarily satisfied, he pried himself from going for more and padding over to Turtlekit lazily. Time to take him home. "Are you ready?"