Post by Rainspark on Sept 13, 2009 21:55:21 GMT -5
It was Goldrush's idea for the entire Clan to go fishing. After all, if they were going to be true IceClan cats, they must learn how, iit's what made them different from the other Clans, as well as the ability to swim, but it was a little chilly today. They could save that for another day.
The golden brown tom had practically been born by the river, and was an expert fisher. Frostfern, on the other paw, wasn't really that good.
"Don't worry, you'll get it in no time. It's not that hard," Goldrush assured her.
Burrkit was with too. That wasn't usally allowed, but they couldn't leave him back in camp alone. Frostfern told him to sit by the bank, and to STAY. "I don't want you falling in. And don't come to close, it's muddy. I don't feel like licking it out of your fur," mewed Frostfern, wrinkling her nose.
"You wouldn't have to," muttered Burrkit, but for once he listened. He was happy enough to get to watch. besides, Willowshade would teach him soon enough.
Goldrush was just explaining the basics, when the white queen became distracted. She twitched her ears. "Do you hear that?"
"The river? It's very noisy, I know."
"No, like a... little mew." Frostfern glanced at her son, then across the river. She gasped. "It's a kit!"
A small gray tabby kit was huddled underneath a bush by the river. She had been watching them. She realized at once they had spotted her, and her hazel eyes widened, but she didn't move.
"Hold on, I'm coming!" Goldrush meowed. He sprang into the river, and paddled strongly against the current. His golden brown head bobbed, and he practically swam in a straight line. His muscles heaved as he pulled himself up over the bank. His pelt dripped water, but he didn't shake it off. He ducked down and mewed to the small kit. "Hello, there. My name is Goldrush, who are you?"
"Ellie." the kit mewed in a small voice. She didn't look scared though, in fact, slightly relieved, and curious.
"Hi, Ellie. My friends are over there. Can I carry you across the river? You'll get a little wet, but I promise I won't let you drown."
Ellie looked thoughtful, once again, not frightened, and looked across the river. She saw a white cat and a smaller brown tabby one. "Okay."
Goldrush gently picked her up by the scruff and slipped into the water and swam across. He padded up the shore, and by Burrkit set down the she-kit. She was shivering. He felt bad when he noticed how short her fur was. Her coat was much thinner than most. But he had to get her over here. The kit's gray fur was soaked and now sticky with mud. Frostfern gasped. "Oh, you poor thing!" She hurried over and rasped her tongue along the wet fur, licking it the wrong way to dry her.
Burrkit snorted. Sure, he would clean the mud off HER! But he was interested in this strange new cat. Would she join IceClan like Pinestorm and Goldrush had?
After a few moments, they kit was pretty dry, and so was Goldrush who had been cleaning himself as well. "Well?"
Frostfern stepped back to admire the kit. She was a cute little thing, gray tabby with small white paws. She too noted the short fur. She smiled gratefully up at the white queen, although she was still shivering.
"My name is Frostfern, and there is my son, Burrkit. Welcome to IceClan," Frostfern mewed warmly. Burrkit sat down beside his mother, narrowing his eyes. 'Where did you come from? Where are your parents?"
His mother shot him a dissapproving glance, but turned back to the kit.
"I was born into the wild. My mother used to be a kittypet. That's why my name is so strange, it was her twoleg's name. But she was killed by a monster a moon ago. I ran into the woods and have just been wandering around."
"You poor thing!' mewed Frostfern sadly. "Well, you're save now. We must go talk to Froststar. I'm sure he'll let you stay!"
"Yeah, you can train to be a warrior! I'm going to be a medicine cat." Burrkit boasted.
"Warrior? Medicine cat?" Ellie mewed, confused.
"A warrior fights and hunts for the Clan. A medicine cat heals te sick and dreams with StarClan." Burrkit explained.
"Er, sorry, but what do you mean by Clan?"
Burrkit looked a bit annoyed, but he couldn't blame her. Only a few moons ago he would have been just as lost. "There re four forest Clans. We are one of them, IceClan. And StarClan are our warrior ancestors, in the sky at night. You know, the stars?"
Ellie nodded quickly. "Right! I get it now."
"You're a bright one," Frostfern smiled. "Well, we shall have to figure out a new name for you."
"Call her Shiverkit," Burrkit purred, not in a mean way. The gray she-cat was still shaking.
"Burrkit! That's a terrible name!" his mother scolded and Burrkit flattened his ears.
"Actually, it's makes sense. I'm always cold. Besides, call me what you want, I don't care. I like the sound of the Clan and warrior business. I want to defend and feed the Clan they saved me. I owe you guys my life, and will repay it with service to the Clan."
"Bold words. I hope to see it," Goldrush mewed, standing up. "I think you will make a good warrior, with words like that. You are wise for being so young, and clearly dedicated and determined. We could use a cat like you. Come on, let's get going."
The golden brown tom had practically been born by the river, and was an expert fisher. Frostfern, on the other paw, wasn't really that good.
"Don't worry, you'll get it in no time. It's not that hard," Goldrush assured her.
Burrkit was with too. That wasn't usally allowed, but they couldn't leave him back in camp alone. Frostfern told him to sit by the bank, and to STAY. "I don't want you falling in. And don't come to close, it's muddy. I don't feel like licking it out of your fur," mewed Frostfern, wrinkling her nose.
"You wouldn't have to," muttered Burrkit, but for once he listened. He was happy enough to get to watch. besides, Willowshade would teach him soon enough.
Goldrush was just explaining the basics, when the white queen became distracted. She twitched her ears. "Do you hear that?"
"The river? It's very noisy, I know."
"No, like a... little mew." Frostfern glanced at her son, then across the river. She gasped. "It's a kit!"
A small gray tabby kit was huddled underneath a bush by the river. She had been watching them. She realized at once they had spotted her, and her hazel eyes widened, but she didn't move.
"Hold on, I'm coming!" Goldrush meowed. He sprang into the river, and paddled strongly against the current. His golden brown head bobbed, and he practically swam in a straight line. His muscles heaved as he pulled himself up over the bank. His pelt dripped water, but he didn't shake it off. He ducked down and mewed to the small kit. "Hello, there. My name is Goldrush, who are you?"
"Ellie." the kit mewed in a small voice. She didn't look scared though, in fact, slightly relieved, and curious.
"Hi, Ellie. My friends are over there. Can I carry you across the river? You'll get a little wet, but I promise I won't let you drown."
Ellie looked thoughtful, once again, not frightened, and looked across the river. She saw a white cat and a smaller brown tabby one. "Okay."
Goldrush gently picked her up by the scruff and slipped into the water and swam across. He padded up the shore, and by Burrkit set down the she-kit. She was shivering. He felt bad when he noticed how short her fur was. Her coat was much thinner than most. But he had to get her over here. The kit's gray fur was soaked and now sticky with mud. Frostfern gasped. "Oh, you poor thing!" She hurried over and rasped her tongue along the wet fur, licking it the wrong way to dry her.
Burrkit snorted. Sure, he would clean the mud off HER! But he was interested in this strange new cat. Would she join IceClan like Pinestorm and Goldrush had?
After a few moments, they kit was pretty dry, and so was Goldrush who had been cleaning himself as well. "Well?"
Frostfern stepped back to admire the kit. She was a cute little thing, gray tabby with small white paws. She too noted the short fur. She smiled gratefully up at the white queen, although she was still shivering.
"My name is Frostfern, and there is my son, Burrkit. Welcome to IceClan," Frostfern mewed warmly. Burrkit sat down beside his mother, narrowing his eyes. 'Where did you come from? Where are your parents?"
His mother shot him a dissapproving glance, but turned back to the kit.
"I was born into the wild. My mother used to be a kittypet. That's why my name is so strange, it was her twoleg's name. But she was killed by a monster a moon ago. I ran into the woods and have just been wandering around."
"You poor thing!' mewed Frostfern sadly. "Well, you're save now. We must go talk to Froststar. I'm sure he'll let you stay!"
"Yeah, you can train to be a warrior! I'm going to be a medicine cat." Burrkit boasted.
"Warrior? Medicine cat?" Ellie mewed, confused.
"A warrior fights and hunts for the Clan. A medicine cat heals te sick and dreams with StarClan." Burrkit explained.
"Er, sorry, but what do you mean by Clan?"
Burrkit looked a bit annoyed, but he couldn't blame her. Only a few moons ago he would have been just as lost. "There re four forest Clans. We are one of them, IceClan. And StarClan are our warrior ancestors, in the sky at night. You know, the stars?"
Ellie nodded quickly. "Right! I get it now."
"You're a bright one," Frostfern smiled. "Well, we shall have to figure out a new name for you."
"Call her Shiverkit," Burrkit purred, not in a mean way. The gray she-cat was still shaking.
"Burrkit! That's a terrible name!" his mother scolded and Burrkit flattened his ears.
"Actually, it's makes sense. I'm always cold. Besides, call me what you want, I don't care. I like the sound of the Clan and warrior business. I want to defend and feed the Clan they saved me. I owe you guys my life, and will repay it with service to the Clan."
"Bold words. I hope to see it," Goldrush mewed, standing up. "I think you will make a good warrior, with words like that. You are wise for being so young, and clearly dedicated and determined. We could use a cat like you. Come on, let's get going."