(since moonlitkit wasn't responding to me and they haven't signed up yet moonlitkit has been wiped from existence) Ametrinedance was sick and tired of having nightmares. They had been terrified to do literally anything, worried they might see HIM again. Perhaps they needed fresh air! After all, fresh air helps everyone! Does it? Is Ametrinedance wrong? Have they always been wrong? Despite these thoughts clinging to the back of their mind, they tried their best to shake them away and heaved themselves out of their nest. They shook their bright purple fur and walked lightly out of their den. They watched the bustling of the camp. Despite there being so many cats, they still felt alone. Like they were the only cat. Like everyone was against them. Did anyone actually like them? Quit it, Ametrinedance told themself, I just want a normal day today. They walked out of camp, through the cold tunnels, and frowned when they finally reached outside. It was raining. Of course. But it’s okay. The sound of the raindrops falling on the ground soothed Ame. They walked through the territory above the gorge, when they heard the mewling of kits. Their head immediately perked up and they twitched their ears, trying to find the source of the mewling. As soon as they found the source, they quickly ran, their paws thumping on the ground as they sprinted to the kits. Their cries were growing louder - Ame knew they must be close. All Ametrinedance could hear was the cries of the kits, the drumming of the rain, which seemed to have grown louder, and their own heartbeat. They sprinted faster until they finally saw the kits - a black she-kit with orange streaks on her fur, and a black tom-kit with purple stars on his fur and a purple tail tip. Gasping, they rushed to the kit’s aide, nudging the kits awake. “Hey there,” Ametrinedance whispered softly. “Where’s your mom?” The kits were about 2 moons old - did they even remember their mom? Ame wasn’t sure. When the kits didn’t respond, they gently picked them up by the scruff and ran as quickly as they could to camp. As soon as the kits and them reached the tunnels, they set them down, licking both kits vigorously. Hopefully they could breathe. Were they too late? When Ametrinedance saw the kits’ chest gently rise and fall, they breathed a sigh of relief and examined the kits. Were they hurt? They seemed awfully dirty - it wouldn’t be good if they got injured. Luckily, they could only see dirt and dust, and they nudged the kit’s to camp. Seeing the kits reminded them of their kithood: lost. At least, after their mom died. Had the kits wandered off? Or were they alone? As the kits wandered into the Nursery, Ametrinedance lay next to them and curled up beside them. They silently vowed to protect the kits, no matter what. No matter the cost, they had to protect them.
