One Lonely Kit (Open)

[~Night~]

Chaoskit

The small ginger tom sat in the sun in the Camp Clearing. His front paws were curled under him, and his blank white eyes were closed. He had taken half the morning to get to this spot, but he was there now. The 4 moon old kit wasn't very confident about navigating his way around camp, since he wasn't very good at it.

His tail was wrapped around him, pulled up around his front paws, tight to his body. He was thin, and one look at him would make any cat wonder if he was suffering from an illness. His fur was thin and scruffy where he had no mother to clean it for him. He had no father either. They were alive somewhere, but they had both abandoned him long ago. His father had left his mother before he had even been born.

He sighed sadly. He knew that he wasn't clanborn. It was a strong sense he had gotten. He of course, had no clue what his mother looked like, or what anything looked like for that matter. He searched his memory for a reminder of his mother's scent, but his search turned up empty. He doubted that he would ever be accepted into the clan.

Birthplace counts. Parents counts. Size counts. Sight counts. His eyes scared many of the cats in his clan, he knew. It was a sad fact, but true. He kept his eyes closed much of the time, to avoid frightening his clanmates. He shivered as a cool breeze whipped gently at his thin, fluffy ginger pelt, revealing his pale, white skin in some places. Dapples of shade covered him, but he did not notice. He felt the slight drop in temperature as the leaves above blotted out patches of the sunlight that warmed the young kit.

After his body adjusted to the cold, he inhaled deeply. He had chosen this spot specifically because he could smell the medicine cat's herbs if the breeze blew the right way, which it currently was. He suddenly felt overwhelmed with loneliness and despair. He had no future. He could not be a warrior becuase he was blind, and he couldn't be a medicine cat either. Of course, being a medicine cat was his dream, but for the same reason that he could not be a warrior, he could not be a medicine cat either.

He lifted his head, scenting the breeze. He kept his eyes closed as he searched for any sign of a clanmate. He wanted to ask someone if he was a big a burden to the clan as he thought he was. He could feel the answer. He knew that they would say no to him, but he would listen to their voice to find out if they were lying to him. He inhaled deeply, catching the scent of the medicine cat's herbs once again. They seemed to taunt him. He turned his head a different way, still keeping his eyes closed as he searched for any signs of life in Sunclan's camp.

Then, a thought rose in his mind. Even if he could find someone to ask, would they know him? Probably not. If they did know him, he reckoned that they would ignore him. His eyes were enough to scare away a band of rogues. He had heard whispers that his eyes looked like they belonged to a demon of the Dark Forest.

[+CinnamonPelt+]

TigerRose

The ginger and white she-cat was still ever-mourning the loss of her beloved tom-kit. He meant so much to her. And everyone else had been there to support her through it, especially her beloved mate, Swiftleap. The pretty cat's green eyes glittered with renewing pain when she stepped out of the warrior's den to see Chaoskit.

She had always taken fancy to the young kit, she wasn't sure why, but there was something about him that she knew she liked. It could be that he was the same size as her leafkit was when he disappeared, or maybe it was the fact that he was pure. He always seemed to be alone. She couldn't understand why anyone could abandon such a sweet kit. Then she remembered. His eyes. But what did it matter? She remembered her old friend, Cinnamonpelt, and the stories she'd told her. One of the forest's greatest medicine cat's had been blind, and he was cinnamonpelt's 'mentor' as she put it, after the early and unexpected death of her mentor. Blind cat's were no different really. Just because they lacked sight didn't mean they were to be cast aside. No. Generally, these cats were special.

The she-cat didn't care what anyone thought about her liking the kit, she trotted up to him, purring as she came, so he knew she was coming. She slowed down and stopped about a tail length away from him, 'Good morning, Chaoskit!' She mewed, to the similar colored tom. She hoped the little kit wouldn't be scared or grumpy, or pass her over as the maternal queen. She genuinely wanted this kit to feel welcome.

[~Night~]

Chaoskit

The ginger tom caught a scent on the breeze, and half a second later, he heard a familiar purring. He recognized the purring, but he couldn't place her immediately. Good Morning Chaoskit he heard her voice and recognized her immediately.

Morning Tigerrose. Chaoskit mewed, nodding respectfully in the direction of Tigerrose. He remembered that Tigerrose had recently lost a kit. She sounded so loving now, he thought has he remembered how distressed she had sounded before. Sunclan had gone to war with Moonclan over it, to discover that Moonclan had not even taken Leafkit.

How are you Tigerrose? Chaoskit mewed quietly. He turned his head towards the queen, his ears pricked forward. Her attention was unexpected, but certainly not unpleasant.

The breeze began to pick up again, shifting the shadows that dappled his ginger pelt once more. Automatically, he lifted his head, and opened his mouth, drinking in the scent of the medicine cat's herbs. Then, he realized what he was doing, and he snapped his mouth shut, pointing his muzzle towards the ground. The scents taunted him.

He had figured that he could not be a warrior. During a battle, he would be useless. He wouldn't be able to see his opponent, and his mentor would have a tough time training him. He would have to be guided around their territory since he wasn't very good at sensing obstacles. A medicine cat was what he wanted to be, but he had decided that was hopeless. If he couldn't sense where he was going, he would have to use an apprentice to guide him to collect herbs.

He quickly brushed his tongue over the black and white marking on his chest, not even knowing it was there. It looked like a yin-yang symbol. He exhaled deeply, stirring dust with his breath, then pointed his face towards the direction of Tigerrose. His face was expressionless, as always. He tried to look happy that Tigerrose was there, but he had been thinking about it and he decided that he could never be truly happy. As long as his world lacked sight, which it always would, he figured that he would be useless to his clan.