Open to Join The Littlest Cat in ThunderClan

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  Wildcry's single amber eye caught the tiny form of Robinkit just as the kit tumbled out of the nursery, a small squeak reaching her ears. The lilac she-cat had been quietly observing the camp, her sharp gaze keeping an eye on the morning's activities, but the sight of the little one venturing out alone was enough to pull her attention completely.

For a moment, Wildcry watched the kit curiously. Robinkit was so small, barely more than a pawful of fur and uncertainty, her steps unsteady as she navigated the world outside the nursery. A soft breath of amusement escaped Wildcry’s lips. Kits were always so eager to explore, even before their legs could properly carry them.

With a soft huff, Wildcry rose to her paws and padded toward the tiny caliby, her movements measured and quiet so as not to startle her. "Well, what do we have here?" She rumbled gently, her tone carrying a hint of warmth that softened her usual gruff demeanor. She lowered her head slightly, so she was more at eye level with Robinkit, the dawn light casting a soft glow over her lilac fur.

"You’re a long way from your mother's side." She flicked her tail lightly behind her, watching Robinkit’s wide eyes with a mix of amusement and frustration at Sunstrike's negligence to keep her kits safe in the nursery, especially in this cold. "Is the nursery too boring?"

I may be small, but I’m braver than I look.

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Robinkit blinked up at Wildcry, her wide yellow eyes filled with a mix of wonder and nervousness. Her little legs wobbled beneath her as she tried to steady herself, paws splayed slightly for balance. The newness of the world outside the nursery was overwhelming, the cold air, the sounds, the scents, it made her tiny heart race.

"Um... uh..." she mumbled softly, her voice still small and unsure, only just learning to form words. "N-not boring" she squeaked, her soft, high-pitched voice trembling as she tried to focus on Wildcry's face. "W-wanna... see..." She trailed off, her cautious nature holding her back from saying much more.

Robinkit’s little body trembled slightly as she shifted her weight, glancing back toward the nursery as if unsure whether she should’ve ventured so far. Her curiosity was strong, but the unfamiliar world felt big—too big for her wobbly legs. She shuffled a step closer to Wildcry, seeking a little comfort from the older she-cat’s presence, though her gaze kept flicking toward the ground shyly.

"Cold" she finally murmured, her tiny voice barely above a whisper, glancing up at Wildcry with a mix of curiosity and timidness. Her tail flicked unsteadily behind her, showing her desire to explore but also the uncertainty that came with being so far from the warmth of her mother. "But... new... n-new nice?" she murmured, as if asking a question, though her little words were almost incoherent, thought what was there to expect from a kitten less than a moon old

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  The tiny caliby was trembling slightly, the chill of the morning clearly too much for her fragile body. Wildcry flicked her ears as Robinkit shuffled closer, seeking warmth and comfort.

“It makes sense that you're cold. Leaf-bare is here.” Wildcry grumbled softly. She gave the kit a brief look of concern, noting the way her tiny body shivered in the crisp dawn air.

Without another word, Wildcry reached down and gently grasped Robinkit by the scruff, lifting her with ease. The lilac she-cat couldn’t help but feel a pang of annoyance toward Sunstrike for allowing Robinkit to wander out in such weather, but there was no sense in waking the tired queen now.

Wildcry padded swiftly across the camp, her steps light yet purposeful as she made her way toward the elders’ den. It was warm in there, and her soft nest would be comforting for the small kit. She would let Robinkit warm up without disturbing her mother or littermate.

As she slipped into the elders’ den, the warm air greeted them like a soft blanket. Wildcry carefully held Robinkit, her amber eye scanning the quiet den to see if Gingerthrash was still napping.

“There.” Came her sure whisper as she stepped into her nest and put the kit down, settling herself beside the kit to offer more warmth. “We’ll rest here for a bit. You can still explore without freezing your paws off.” Wildcry curled her tail around the small bundle of fur, giving Robinkit a reassuring nudge with her nose.“The world will still be there when you're ready. No need to rush.”

I may be small, but I’m braver than I look.

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Robinkit blinked her wide eyes as she slowly took in her new surroundings inside the Elders' den. It was warmer here, and the chilly bite that had made her little body shiver earlier was already fading. She wobbled a bit as she tried to steady herself, looking around with an innocent awe.

"Warm..." she mumbled, her tiny voice still hesitant. She glanced up at Wildcry, her fur brushing the elder's legs for comfort. It was much nicer in here, sure, the outside of the camp had more to look at, but the other cats snuggling in the den made it have a more comforting warmth, the warmth of her clanmates that she wasn't even sure she truly understood the feeling of yet. All she knew was that is was much warmer than outside. "S'warmer... than outside."

Robinkit's tiny nose twitched as she sniffed at the moss beneath her paws, her natural curiosity slowly outweighing her shyness. "This... this home?" she asked, her words still clumsy but filled with wonder as she tilted her head up to Wildcry. She wasn't even sure of what this new cat's name was, the scent was something she could better recognize, but she couldn't put a name to the face, not that she could really recall anyway "Comfy." The kit's mostly white pelt gave a suple glow in the dawn light as she craned her neck to look around, shuffling a little nearer to the lilac she-cat to have some familiarity from the unknown

But her big, round eyes blinked a few times before she added softly, "'Splore more?" Despite being so cautious and concerned for her own idea of safety, Robinkit's natural instinct was to look around and investigate her surroundings, trial and error.. all this was a bunch of trials where she would make mistakes, but that's how this is, new, scary, but fantastic, Robinkit smiled. This place seems pretty alright.

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  Wildcry chuckled softly, her amber eye watching as Robinkit explored the elders' den with hesitant curiosity.

“Aye, it’s warmer in here.” Wildcry agreed, her voice low but kind as she nudged Robinkit a little closer with her paw. “We 'old' cats like to stay where it's warm and cozy. It’s not quite your home, though. The nursery’s where you belong for now.”

She watched as Robinkit sniffed the moss beneath her paws, the kit’s innocent wonder a stark contrast to the harsher realities of the world outside the den. At the mention of exploring more, Wildcry’s whiskers twitched with amusement. The kit’s desire to see more of the world was clear, even if her tiny body wasn’t quite ready for it. Her gaze lowered to meet Robinkit's gaze. "You’ll have all the time in the world to make it yours”

She gave Robinkit a brush of her cheek, perhaps a little rougher than she intended. “If you want to explore, you’ll need your strength. Let's test your climbing skills and see if you can scale my big 'ol body."

Wildcry settled down next to the kit, letting Robinkit bask in the warmth and comfort of the den. For now, it was enough to let her feel safe. The rest would come in time.

I may be small, but I’m braver than I look.

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Robinkit’s eyes brightened at Wildcry’s words, though her legs still wobbled beneath her. "Climb?" she echoed softly, her tiny voice filled with both excitement and uncertainty.

Robinkit’s little paws scrambled against Wildcry’s fur, her legs wobbling as she tried to climb up Wildcry's back, her tiny claws unsheathing for grip. "Big moun'n…" she puffed, her breath quickening with the effort. She slid back down, but instead of giving up, she narrowed her eyes in concentration and gave it another go.

"I... I do it!" she squeaked, voice filled with determination, though her movements were starting to slow. Her sides heaved with each tiny breath, and her legs trembled, but she kept trying. "A'most... dere!" she huffed, doing her best to cling onto Wildcry's pelt and climb up onto her back.

"I... get stwong!" she said with a small squeak of determination, her words tumbling out in the way only a kit still learning could manage. She paused to catch her breath, pressing her cheek against Wildcry’s warm fur, feeling safe in the elder’s presence.

Finally, after one more try, she plopped down beside Wildcry, panting heavily. "Climbin’... hard…" Robinkit admitted, her voice tired but still bright with that spark of curiosity. She looked up at Wildcry with wide eyes, still eager despite her exhaustion. With a few heavy breaths, Robinkit shook her clean white ginger and black pelt "Sploring la'er" Robinkit murmured and shuffled closer to Wildcry. it was then that Robinkit had failed to introduce herself to this elder and she dipped her head down shyly "Me Wobbinkit" she mewed

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  Wildcry watched with a flicker of amusement as Robinkit attempted to climb her, the kit's determination making up for her small, wobbly legs. "That’s right, climb.” Wildcry encouraged, her voice stern, resolute, she felt the tiny claws trying to grip onto her fur. She held still, allowing the kit to try again and again, her amber eye glinting with approval.

The lilac she-cat felt the kit’s breathless determination as Robinkit pressed on, despite her trembling legs and heaving sides. Wildcry let her try, watching with silent approval as the kit refused to give up. "You’re doing well." She murmured, her tone softer now, the roughness replaced with a hint of warmth.

When Robinkit finally flopped down, exhausted but still full of that bright curiosity, Wildcry settled more comfortably, allowing the kit to rest against her. "Climbing is hard, but you’ll get stronger with time. You'll have to practice every day." Wildcry said, brushing her tail gently over Robinkit’s small body.

At the introduction, Wildcry tilted her head, her amber eye gleaming. "Well, Robinkit. I'm Wildcry, your kin." The she-cat was especially proud and it was clear as she glowered over the tiny kit, who was her very small cousin. Wildcry wasn't one hundred percent certain, but she believed that she was with kits herself.

With that, Wildcry let out a low, contented growl, settling beside Robinkit as the warmth of the den wrapped around them. The elder kept watch, ensuring the kit would be safe and warm for as long as she needed.

I may be small, but I’m braver than I look.

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Robinkit let the name replay in her thoughts for a few moments, Wildcry, it wasn't something she had heard before, she had only heard Sunstrike and Finchkit, and mention of her sire, but she wasn't really sure if his name had been mentioned. "Wil'Cwy" She murmured "Kin" she added, before giving the older she-cat a few sniffs, precautionary sniffs as her senses were not completely developed yet, sure she could see and here, but surely not as good as every other cat.

After the sniffs, Robinkit snuggled closely towards Wildcry, flicking her unfolded ear and perking it upward, a cautious nature behind it, this whole world was rather new, and not matter how curious she was about it, it could be more dangerous than it all seemed, so it was important to keep an eye out, Robinkit was sure it was, for her own safety.

Robinkit's round yellow eyes glanced up at Wildcry, tilting her head for a second, what happened to her eye? She had seen that Sunstrike had both eyes and so did Finchkit, so where was Wildcry's? Did some cats not have two eyes? Did Robinkit have one eye? "Where eye?" she asked with a tilt of her head "Me 'ave one eye?" she added curiously.

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  "Wildcry." She corrected, her amber eye watching the kit's cautious sniffs with amusement. Robinkit’s curiosity was endearing, though Wildcry remained stoic as ever.

As Robinkit nestled closer, Wildcry felt the kit’s tiny body pressing against her, seeking warmth and comfort. The elder instinctively curled her tail tighter around the small kit, keeping her secure and safe. But then, the question came - the one every cat eventually asked when they saw her.

"A rogue took it. It was the last thing that rogue ever did." She glanced down at the small bundle of fur nestled against her. "Not all battles end without scars."

There was no bitterness in her voice, only the steady acceptance that came with time and experience."But no, little one, you have both eyes. You’re whole and strong, and if you’re careful, maybe you’ll keep it that way."She paused, brushing her tail over Robinkit's back, a hint of protectiveness in the gesture.

Wildcry gave the kit a gentle nudge."Don’t be afraid to ask questions. That’s how you learn,but not all answers are easy."

I may be small, but I’m braver than I look.

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When Wildcry had repeated herself, Robinkit squinted a little. What did she say if not Wildcry? Maybe it sounded different to the elder, after all, she did talk much more fluently than Robinkit did. The tiny ball of kitten-fluff snuggled onto Wildcry's tightly wrapped tail and let out a tiny purr. The purr confused her for a moment and she tilted her head "What dat?" she meowed, somewhat confused as the purr stopped almost as quick as it started. 

The small kitten shook the question away for now, right now she wanted to focus on what Wildcry was saying. Rogue? What's a rogue? If it took Wildcry's eye it must be HUGE Robinkit thought to herself as she kneaded at the fur on Wildcry's tail for a moment. "What a r-r-rogue" she questioned, glancing up at Wildcry with her yellow eyes, filled with a strange intrigue and focus that not all kits showed for this long. "bat'l sound sp-sc-spooky" she whispered, still forming words from her little muzzle. 

Robinkit was relieved that she had both of her eyes, but she wondered what it might have been like to be missing one. How would she look then? Probably as noble and strong as Wildcry for sure!

Questions... now that Robinkit had asked all she wanted to Wildcry in that moment, she wasn't sure where to find more questions, maybe they were hiding somewhere in her clear white fur! But with a few sniffs to check, she found nothing but kitten-down and the comforting scent of her dam and her littermate, she wondered how much longer they'd be sleeping. It was then that a thought travelled into her mind as she glanced out to the entrance of the elders' den into the camp, yes it was a little chilly, but manageable for an average warrior. It was then that she spotted a little grey spotted warrior placing two mice into a pile of little animals. "Out dere, who dat? It nice out dere?" 

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  Wildcry watched the kit’s thoughtful expression with an amused glint in her eye. When Robinkit settled against her tail, purring softly before stopping in confusion, Wildcry let out a low chuckle. "That’s called purring. It means you’re happy or comfortable. It’s a good sound to hear."

"A rogue..." She began, her voice steady but edged with disdain. "Is a cat who doesn’t belong to any Clan. They live without honor, without the warrior code to guide them. They take what they want and have no loyalty, no respect for what we stand for."

Her gaze locked onto the kit’s round eyes. "They’re not like us, Robinkit. They weren’t born into a Clan, don’t know what it means to fight for something bigger than themselves." She paused, her expression fierce. "Never trust a rogue. They don’t belong, and they don’t care who they hurt."

Wildcry’s tail brushed gently over Robinkit’s side, but there was a tautness in her muscles, a deep-seated loathing in her words. "Battles can be scary, yes, but they’re part of being a warrior. You learn to fight to protect your Clan and those you care about. That’s something a rogue will never understand."

As Robinkit turned her attention to the camp outside, Wildcry followed her gaze, her stern expression not lifting as she glowered at Greypebbles."That’s only Greypebbles." She said, nodding toward the gray-spotted warrior. "A warrior of no consequence." Nevermind that he was Goldenstar's grandson; he was but a shadow in comparison and seemed to spend way too much time coddling up to Leopardrose.

Wildcry leaned down, her voice firm and unyielding."You’re safest here, in the camp, with your kin. And one day, when you’re older and stronger, you’ll be able to protect yourself and your Clan against any one that dares to cross your path. Our Clan comes first, above all."

I may be small, but I’m braver than I look.

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Robinkit thought about what Wildcry said, battle did sound like a noble act, but at the risk of being badly injured or even killed in the act didn't fit her style, at least not now. I don't think I want to do battle the little kit thought to herself. Wildcry's explanation of rogues was nothing short of odd, she hadn't seen many cats an none that weren't confined in the hollow, so the idea there were other cats outside of the confines were a mystery to her completely. "Clan?" Robinkit tilted her head, that was the word that fascinated her the most, was that were she lived now? Wildcry sure did speak highly of it, she mentioned it was hers as well, but Robinkit hardly recalled having anything aside from Sunstrike and Finchkit.

"Gway-pebble" Robinkit said, flicking her ear and keeping it perked as her fascination increased, she wasn't entirely sure what 'warrior of no consequence' meant, but the older she-cat did say it will a dismissive tone of voice. But the tiny kitten watched at the bobbed tailed tom slip into a den she didn't recognize, but thought little of it before turning back to Wildcry. "Put clan ab've m'self." Robinkit nodded her head, surely her clan must be important if she were to keep it safe over her own self worth. 

The thought of battle however, plagued her mind, if it had done something so terrible to Wildcry, what could it do to herself of Finchkit, and even saw a little pinkish fleshy marking on her mother here and there. While they were oddly beautiful on the she-cats she didn't want to think about the pain they went through to gain those scars and she didn't want to inflict such pain on other cats, not now, not ever, she'd much rather help those in need. "But no bat'l, no hurt"

"Only help"

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Wildcry’s sharp gaze narrowed slightly as she listened to Robinkit’s hesitant words. There was something almost endearing about the kit’s innocence, her reluctance to embrace the harshness of battle. Wildcry sighed, her tail tightening protectively around the young one as she considered how best to respond.

"You have a kind heart, Robinkit." She murmured, her voice low but steady. "Remember, sometimes helping means fighting. Not every battle is about claws and blood. Sometimes, it’s about standing up for your Clan, even when it’s hard."

She glanced out toward the camp, her gaze hardening as it lingered on the distant treeline. "This Clan, our home, it’s everything. Without it, we’re just like rogues - lost, without purpose. That’s why we fight, to protect it, to protect our kin. No one can take that from us." Her voice turned sharp again, reminding Robinkit of her earlier warning. "But it’s okay to feel the way you do now. For now....You’re still young. You have time to learn what it means to be a warrior, to understand the balance between protecting and helping. There will come a time when you’ll have to make hard choices."  

I may be small, but I’m braver than I look.

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Wildcry’s tail flicked sharply as she listened to Robinkit’s hesitant words, and she let out a sigh, her patience clearly thinning. "Robinkit, being a warrior isn’t about what you want." she said, her voice edged with exasperation. "I know you think helping means picking flowers or keeping kits warm, but that’s not the real world. The real world means doing what has to be done, even when it’s hard."

She shot a pointed look at the small kit, her amber eyes narrowed. She gave a quick glance toward the medicine den before continuing, her tone clipped. "Sure, medicine cats don’t fight, but they’re the exception, not the rule. They’ve got their own role, healing the injured and speaking to StarClan, but even they don’t get to choose an easy life."

Wildcry’s gaze hardened as she leaned closer. "The Clan comes first, Robinkit, always. Whether you’re fighting on the front lines or tending to the sick, it’s all about the Clan. No room for soft choices, not if you want to survive." Her tail swished again, a sharp motion that matched her irritated tone. "If you want to be nice and brave without ever having to fight, you’re going to find out the hard way that life doesn’t work like that."  

I may be small, but I’m braver than I look.

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With Wildcry’s words harshly ringing in her ears, Robinkit felt her eyes run glossy with water and her ears fall back.  She shuffled away from Wildcry as quickly as she could. She wasn’t sure why Wildcry was being so angry to her when she was only trying to elaborate on her thoughts, just a second ago, she hadn’t been like this at all, and now the ticked elder was berating her and Robinkit through the fear, could hardly understand her words anymore. The tiny kit’s lip quivered before pursing her lip up.

"Meanie!" Robinkit squealed, stomping one of her paws on the ground and unsheathing her tiny claws, prepared to defend herself at any cost. Wildcry was being cruel, especially to such a small, unknowing kitten. "Meanie Meanie Meanie!" She cried, her tiny tail fluffed out like the tail of a squirrel. Robinkit let out a few choked sobs and hid in a shadowy corner of the elder’s den. She let out a high pitched hiss and turned her back to the elder.

Wildcry was mean, Robinkit didn’t want to tolerate meanies and more importantly she didn’t want to associate with cats that made her cry. She did take in the words Wildcry has said however, well she ones she had heard. Robinkit never said anything about not putting her clan first, in fact she wanted her clan to thrive, but Wildcry was being terribly mean and she didn’t want to acknowledge the elder anymore

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  Wildcry’s eyes narrowed at the kit’s outburst, a brief flicker of surprise crossing her face before she regained her usual stern composure. As Robinkit called her a "meanie" and stomped off to hide, the elder let out a frustrated huff, clearly not used to dealing with the sensitivity of kits. "Great StarClan..." Muttering under her breath, her tail lashing behind her. "It’s not like I was being cruel. Kits these days are too soft."

Before she could say another word, Sunstrike strode into the den, her presence a sharp contrast to the icy tension in the air. Wildcry’s gaze met her cousin's, her frustration evident, but the elder held her ground, blinking pointedly, her fur bristling slightly as she watched Sunstrike scoop up the sobbing Robinkit.

Her gaze flickered briefly to the tiny kit, curled up against her mother, still quivering with hurt. The accusation hung in the air, leaving Wildcry with a sour taste in her mouth. She wasn't accustomed to second-guessing her actions, but the sight of Robinkit huddled against her mother made her feel... something. A low growl rumbled in her throat, though more directed at herself than at Sunstrike.

"Of course." She said, her tone flat and dismissive, though there was a note of exasperation beneath it. "Do what you will. But one day, she’ll have to learn the harder truths of clan life. Make sure your kits understand." Wildcry settled back into her nest. "Too much coddling." She muttered to herself, not quite able to shake the unease that gnawed at her gut. Perhaps her prior fears had foundation after all...

I may be small, but I’m braver than I look.

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Robinkit’s small body trembled as Sunstrike’s warmth surrounded her, her tiny form huddling as close as she could to her mother’s comforting fur. She could feel Sunstrike’s gentle, steady breathing, and it made her own shaky breaths start to calm a little, though her heart still felt heavy and confused.

“’M sowwy, Mama,” she whispered, her voice muffled as she pressed her face deeper into Sunstrike’s fur, trying to hide from the world. Her little paws pawed at her mother’s chest, kneading the familiar fur anxiously. “I... I din’ mean to be bad...” The words were halting and broken, each syllable coming out slowly as she tried to make them right. “Just... just wanna help. No hurt... no be mean.”

She peeked up at Sunstrike, her big eyes shimmering with tears, struggling to find the right words. “Din’ wanna make you... mad.” Her voice cracked a little, and she ducked her head back down, feeling overwhelmed and small. “I... I sowwy, Mama. Promise. Be good kit. Promise...”

She nestled even closer, her tiny body still trembling slightly as she sniffled, trying to be brave but feeling so lost and scared. She just wanted to be good and helpful, but everything felt so big and confusing, and now she had made her mama worry. “Me no leave nursery. No leave in cold” the little caliby winced as she was picked up by her mother. Robinkit short Wildcry a tearful but apologetic glance, she felt being honest was correct, but perhaps not... perhaps being honest wasn't right in this circumstance, it seemed like clan life might be stressful... but then again, what wasn't?