Autumn Roses (P)

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Autumn

It was a bright day, and instead of using it to find shelter, which a youngling like Rose desperately needed, she decided to venture out into the dangerous swamp. 

If she had a mother, she would've warned her about the many threats of the swamp. If she had a father, he would've told her countless tales of reckless cats who lost their lives there. If she had a sister, she would've protected her, acting as a bodyguard. If she had a brother, he would've dared her to go in, only to catch her moments before she hit the quicksand-like mud. 

She reached the swamp in no time, staring at the murky, greenish bog. 

"I'm not scared of you!" she squeaked. Sure, it was true that there weren't any kits in DeathClan, but she was still very young and naïve, none older than six moons. She reached out a dark, tinted-ginger paw to pat the surface, squealing as it bounced back at her. She scrambled back, but the betraying ground crumbled, pushing her forward to the marsh. She yelped, waving her paws to try to get out.

"Help!" she squealed, not knowing if she was going to be answered.

[Autumn]

Autumn was no fan of Deathclan's swamplands. They smelled, looked back, had the most disgusting prey, and were a little dangerous. However she had a mission to uphold, and she had no choice but to go to the swamps if she wanted to complete it. Autumn was, by no means, a professional in the art of herbs. Her mother had only known two basics; cobwebs, and catnip, and in reality the catnip thing wasn't even used properly, just to make everyone relax...and then be really hyper. Autumn intended on learning more, and from what she knew the swamp had some herbs to take.

However it was not long before she entered the swamplands before she heard a cry for help. The "inner-Deathclan" in her told her not to bother with it. If a cat was dumb enough to get gobbled up by the swamp, then so be it. However Autumn was young, and in a lack of allies. If she could save this cat, well, she may just get a future partner. She trotted over to the cry - why bother running? - and stopped when she saw the black she-cat. She was also quite young, no older than six moons - much like Autumn herself - and it appeared that whatever stable ground she had been on had collapsed under her.

Autumn walked forward and shook her head. "Don't move. Struggling only makes it worse." She said calmly, as if a cat WASN'T potentially drowning in front of her. She also wasn't sure if the struggling thing was true. She just needed Rose to be still while she saved her. Without giving the black-and-ginger cat time to respond, she craned her neck forward and grabbed her by the scruff. "Don't. Move. A. Muscle." She growled, through fur and mud. With as much force as she could, she pulled the she-cat backwards, until she could fling her onto solid earth.

Once Autumn was done she immediately began cleaning mud from her white paws. This was exactly why she hated this place.