Plea of the Little One (Open)

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Littlepaw pushed past some of clan mates with a quiet hiss of frustration. He dodged out of the way as yet another one of the older cats almost trod on his tail. He shot the warrior a moody glare before pushing to the front of the crowd. He looked up eagerly at some of the senior warriors that were discussion border patrol and sending out a hunting party. Littlepaw made sure he sat front and center of the crowd, puffing up his chest and looking at the warriors hopefully. What he wouldn't give to get out of the cave and explore the vast BlizzardClan territory! He was almost dancing with excitement at the thought. 

He was jostled by the bigger cats as they continued discussing the places to patrol and best hunting spots this time of day. "Hey!" Littlepaw called out, hoping one of them would hear him. "Can I come too? Please! I really want to go hunting." He pleaded.  

[Ishararain]

 


The tall, slender, sixteen inch tall, ten and a half pound, blue tabby with white, forty-eight inch long she-cat padded along the shore of one of the streams that ran through the territory held by her Clan. She'd just arrived in this place from where she was born on the outskirts of the two-legs' place. So she hadn't really met too many of her Clan mates just yet. The farther along the stream her snowy paws carried her, the more sounds of planning and mobilization captured her ears. Padding along at her ease, she saw some larger, snow covered rocks outside of the cave. As she drew closer her dark, turquoise blue eyes fell on a flurry of motion and commands being handed out. 

Curiosity catching her attention, Ishararain moved closer to the cave mouth to see what she could hear. Mostly just discussion of who was going to patrol what borders and where the hunting party may find the best prey. Even more curious still, Ishararain moved to find a spot to sit and watch. The Maine Coon/Ragdoll crossed she-cat sat and wrapped her long fluffy tail over her paws and tilted her head curiously watching her clan mates. Then as the flurry of commands and movement seemed to rise a bit more she saw a small, cinnamon coloured kitten being jostled about and then, as he seemed to get into the open Isha heard a tiny voice calling out to the bigger, older warriors and hunters of the Clan.

  Hey!  Can I come too?  Please! I really want to go hunting. Ishara's heart went out to the little one. She wasn't sure the others would hear him. Having lost three litters of her own, she had quite an outpouring of love to any and all kittens she came across. Rising to her snowy paws once again, the slender she-cat wended her way through the rest of the gathered cats toward the cinnamon kitten. As she drew closer to him, she made a gentle mewing sound as she stopped near the kitten, not wanting to alarm him by just appearing at his side unannounced. Sitting beside him then, she lowered her head to the kitten's level and spoke to him her gentle voice slipping free of her muzzle, "Hello young one. I'm called Ishararain, but I call myself Isha or Ishara more often than by my full name. If they do not hear you child, once this flurry of movement subsides, perhaps I can take you and show you some of my techniques."

Lowering her voice even more and dropping her head closer to the kitten's level, she said again just so the kitten could hear "It'll be our little secret and our own little snack for the day before dinner." She told him and fell silent with a smile on her muzzle as her deep, turquoise eyes sparkled with a playful light as she gazed fondly at the kitten, he may not have been hers by blood, but Ishara felt a connection to the kit, she wanted to help him out on his way to his adulthood.



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Notes: @celestial, Heheheheheeh, aww Isha!