Caellium padded into the barn, a few red flowers in her mouth. There wasn't much else to do, besides, She joined 'late' so she's the one who has to find their own food. Sighing she placed down the small bundle of petals in a stash behind the crate. It mainly consisted of red flowers, but the blue ones were her favourite . . . The red ones are easier to find around here . . . She padded around the barn for a while, preparing beds, going on errands, catching rats and throwing them out, collecting cobweb, whatever she could to keep herself busy. "Caellium!" She turned around, thrashing her tail. "Is something wrong?" Caellium replied in a soft tone, "I need some help transporting hay," Iron's voice was cold. Clearly it wasn't a request. Walking over Caellium grabbed as much as she could, awkwardly tilting her head to pick it up. "Where do you want it?" she asked, "Where ever." Iron's voice was cold, Caellium felt kind of bad for her. After finding a box on the upper layer in the barn, she made a small bed, not sure why. Before walking back downstairs she looked at the box for a few seconds . . . It felt like moons . . . If only Evelyn or Smoke had been able to sleep in one . . .
Walking around the meadow Caellium spotted ThornStrike and Iron, with a kit . . . Of all the cats to find a kit! them. Whatever, or whoever is up there must really hate kits. "Caellium?" ThornStrike asked, seemingly confused that I was out here. "Who's the kit?" Caellium's voice was colder then she meant it to be, but she ran with it none the less. "Not sure," Iron picked the small grey kit up, the pattern was similar to Caelliums. The pattern at least, their, or well his fur was a dark blueish grey. Odd. "Don't listen to this cat, she's mean," ThornStrike said in a playful voice, I blinked back a tear before turning to him "You do realise that manipulation right?" Caellium chuckled half heartedly. "We're taking them back," Iron said in a monotone voice, interrupting her. Giving her a curt nod Caellium walked back to the barn, despite all of her instincts telling her otherwise.
Caellium waited at the front of the barn, trying to busy herself. Picking flowers, preparing nests. Even when she dropped the flowers off, she only stayed in the barn for a minute or two. After a suffocating while, Iron padded through the barn with the small kit, ThronStrike flanked her. Despite being mates they seemed to dislike everyone.
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A Loner's Tale | Warrior Cat Fan Fiction
General FictionART ISNT MINE | FOUND FROM GOOGLE | THANK YOU! Caellium is a cold Molly, who lost both her kits in birth. After being neglected and abandoned by her parents, and found santuaryin the barn, but living near the clans has been hard. When two other rog...
