Stumbling Into Danger (ANYONE)

[Amber]

A little kitten, barely 3 months old, was bounding through BoulderClan territory, grin 'pon his face, unknowing of his own trespassing. He knew cats lived here, but he thought the wilderness must be altogether fairly similar to the big city he had lived in. Lots of cats, most clumping into little groups, but no real borders set down.

Tiny male raised his head as he approached the river, sucking in a quick breath as he stared at the moving water. He hadn't realized he was so close, although the sounds of the babbling current should have warned him. His fur slowly began to stand on end and he froze there by the shore, one limb still outstretched as if about to take a step.

Then he drew another shuddering breath and stepped forward one, determined to cross the river. How else would he continue his little expedition? He noticed the stepping stones peeking out from the surface and tried to smile bravely, venturing slowly forth and then hopping up atop one.

The water lapped at his paws and he shivered, but then rushed forward and leapt over to the next rock, barely making it without plunging down into the depths. He continued the process for a while, but he quickly learned that this was a big river (at least to him) and he..why, he was just a tiny little kitten.

The kit halted and then sat down on his bottom, sighing and trying to look anywhere but the water. Then he got up and took a step - and slipped! Screaming loudly, he started to slide forward into the (cough- harmless -cough) river and screeched again. Floundering in the so far shallow water he slipped further in until his hind paws could not find a hold on the stone.

Although he was altogether too old to be frightened by such things as water, he was scared anyway and threw back his head in a long wail as he clawed his way up onto a rock. He managed to climb atop it, and there he huddled, whimpering.

The wilderness suddenly looked much less welcoming than before.

[Squid]

It was nice to get out of camp for once, as he was usually so busy there, organizing patrols and such. Blackstar wasn't hunting, or patrolling, or anything, he was just looking for a quiet, secluded place to relax, little did he know that even if he'd found a place, his relaxation wouldn't last. Upon hearing a wail, Blackstar took off running down Rocky River, determined to find the source. Skidding to a stop beside the river, near some very small stepping stones, he stared in surprise at the kit. In an attempt to avoid a major problem, Blackstar carefully and cautiously stepping out onto the stepping stones, eventually reaching the kit, lifting it by the scruff and carrying him back to the shore.

OOC: Sorry about that Am, I was gone for a few days after posting and couldn't finish

[Amber]

Ivaylo squealed and windmilled his legs as he was snatched up and taken to shore. Blue eyes wide with confusion, he kicked out his hind limbs as soon as he spotted land beneath his paws and jerked himself out of the grip of his savior. He hit the ground and rolled over, angling his head to glare up at the one who had grabbed him.

"Who're you?" his voice rose shrilly and he narrowed his eyes, batting a paw at the foreleg of the stranger. He stuck out his tongue and twitched his whiskers before letting his body slump over and lay upon its side.

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[Squid]

Blackstar dropped him as the kit jerked himself from his hold. Many questions ran through his mind, one, what was a kit doing alone in the middle of BoulderClan territory, two, what was that kit thinking in trying to attempt to cross the river. Blackstar watched the kit squirm for a moment, twiching his ears in amusement when he stuck his tongue out. "Blackstar, leader of BoulderClan, more importantly, why is a kit like you running around alone?"

[Amber]

Ivaylo gave a little twitch of his ears. As he rolled over onto his back again, his eyes took on a blank, lost expression. For a while he was silent. I suppose, he thought, that if I had to accept that my first mama abandonned me, I hafta accept Kell did too. The tiny male co cked his head and then finally broke the short silence. "Got lost from Mama Kell," he explained, "I shoulda known she would leave me. Mama Nelliye did too."

Slowly, he inched out from under Blackstar's paws and then stood up once he had dragged himself about a fox-length away. He shook the hind leg that had been bothering him lately, eyeing it distastefully - it still hadn't healed properly from when he had been hit by that truck. Then his attention was back on Blackstar as he furrowed his little brow. "Wait..," came the mumbling voice, "BoulderClan? Whassat?" His ears flattened against his head; had Mama Kell been wrong? Had there been more to the wilderness than lone ferals, taking care of themselves and spurning all others?

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