Weaver was chatting with Saplingskies in the clearing. Snappingfox, the cat in charge of her until she "proved her worth to the clan" or whatever, was out on patrol, leaving the young she-cat to her own devices until he got back, and she was bored out of her mind. The little brown former healer was blabbering on about something, and she had been interested in what he was saying originally, honest, but something more pressing had caught her attention; a kitten sitting across the clearing all by theirself while other kits played a few feet away. "Hey," the golden she-cat interrupted the brown tomcat, gesturing with her tail vaguely in the direction of the object of her attention as her voice lowered. "What's with little red over there? Why aren't they rolling around with their friends or whatever?" She whispered, raising an eyebrow at the older tom.
Saplingskies' face fell when he registered who exactly Weaver was referring too. His heart ached for the poor kit as he recalled the night her life was changed forever. It was something no kitten should ever have to experience so young. "That's Crimsonkit..." The former medicine cat began, curling his tail around his paws. His voice was soft, trembling slightly as he thought back to the event. "Her parents were slaughtered right outside our walls... and she was the one unfortunate enough to find them. They were the only family she had, and she hasn't been the same since." As the little tom went on, Weaver's heart sank further and further into her stomach. Life could be so completely cruel sometimes, and it wasn't fair. She didn't even want to think about what it would be like if that happened to her family. "Isn't there something that can be done for her?!" She asked, tail fluffing up a bit as she spoke. Why was she just left to sit by herself while other kits played?
Saplingskies raised his tail, motioning for Weaver to keep her voice down. He understood what she was saying, but things weren't that simple. "Her wounds aren't physical, but they're so deep that no medicine cat will ever be able to heal them... I'm one of many cats who wish there was something that could be said or done to take her pain away, and I pray she'll be okay someday, but there is nothing that can be done besides give her time to heal. That grief is a terrible thing to deal with, especially so young. She needs cats to look out for her." Weaver wasn't quiet very often, but she sat silently for a moment. Saplingskies' words seemed to resonate with her.
'Someone to look out for her, huh? Well, I'M someone.' With that thought in mind, Weaver promptly stood up, and started making her way across the clearing without another word to Saplingskies. The brown nursery cat sighed softly, tail twitching with worry. He could only hope Weaver wouldn't be too bad of an influence on Crimsonkit. A bad influence was the last thing she needed right now. As the golden she-cat reached her destination, she slowed down. She wasn't great with kits, but she knew that a stranger coming at you at top speed could be pretty intimidating. When she got close enough, she stooped down to the kitten's level, offering her a mischievous smile "Hey, you look like you need something fun to do," She said, tilting her head in the direction of the medicine cat den before dropping her voice as to not alert the other kits. "Wanna help me steal some honey from Waspsight?"
Crimsonkit ~ Shadowclan Kitten
Immediately the kitten perked up. It had been so long since she had a sweet treat that the mere thought of honey made her mouth drool. Crimsonkit peered to the other kits that played. None of them paid any mind to them as they whispered lowly. She glanced back to the medicine den and then to Weaver. A small smile appeared on her features as the tip of her tail twitched in excitement.
"Yes, I'll be your lookout!" Crimsonkit whispered as quietly as she could manage, but the kitten was too excited to exactly stay quiet.
She followed right beside the older molly and watched closely as she doodled in the dirt. Her head tilted to the side at the sight. Without context, the drawing looked very odd and would be difficult to keep up with. But, the small kitten was determined to follow through with the plan. The sweet reward of honey was well worth the risk. What kitten could say no to a treat? Definitely not Crimsonkit. With every word Weaver spoke, the kit nodded her head along. It seemed simple enough! She would hide in the bush and look for anyone coming near the den.
The noise was slightly difficult for her to make. She furrowed her brows in thought and took a deep breath. The first chirp came out broken and strained. Even Crimsonkit cringed at the sound she made. She huffed through her nose and puckered her chaps in determination. If Weaver could make the noise, so could Crimson! With another deep breath, she finally made the chirp. It was slightly broken in the middle and not carried out well, but it was a victory nonetheless. Her chest puffed out in pride as she looked at Weaver.
"I did it! Did you hear it?" Crimsonkit cheered, the small kitten bouncing in place. With new confidence in her step, she eagerly followed the feline and slipped into the bush.
Crimsonkit swatted away the many cobwebs and stray branches that lingered in the bush. She was quick to make herself comfy, a small enough dent in the bush to fit in. She mentally noted how quiet it was in the bush. Perhaps she would make this a new get-away spot. Not many would know she was in there and that sounded nice to her. Her golden eyes peered from the green of the bush. She sent Weaver a nervous smile and then she disappeared. Crimsonkit huffed slightly through her nose and then turned her gaze to the opening of the medicine den. All seemed fine now, but she was worried if someone did show up.