Honeysucklewish

His parents were a pair of loners. His mother, SageThroat, previously one of the last of her sickly dying clan, left and met with a kittypet, Sherlock, who upon their first meeting tried to convince her to join him, instead learning her way, and leaving together seeking solitude and comfort of eachother.

They traveled for days with minimal rest, leaving behind all they knew, and bordering starvation, hunger, and exhaustion, they rested in a hallow to recouperate, deciding to stay and making the place more homely. Sagethroat had taught Sherlock how to improve his hunting methods, increasing their chance of survival. A few moons later Sagethroat learned of her expected kitting and the two were happy, getting their dream of a family together with no bothers.

Less than two moons later she had her kits, but her health turned for the worst. Sagethroat was very sickly and unable to move much if at all. Neither being medcats, Sherlock tried all he could to provide aid and food. She slowly lost her spark after over a moon of fighting, leading to her passing. Sherlock grieving and now a single father of three kits, wanted to keep them there within the safety of the hallow, but soon realized it was too painful of a reminder and he needed help as he was struggling on his own. By morning he gathered the kits together, leaving behind his and Sagethroats haven.

HoneysuckleKit was born in a litter of three, with a sister and brother to accompany him. He was far too young to remember his mother well. Though remembers cuddling close to her in her dying breath, her cold embrace taking a grasp on him emotionally. he bawled and mewed for her to return, with his siblings cries being nearly as loud as him. Not long after his father decided to gather them together, carrying his sister, while him and his brother played as they stumbled behind. After ages of walking, the ache in his paws had become too much and begged for rest. They stopped under an outcrop hidden by bush and thistle, resting, and remained for quite some time. One night his father got up telling them he'd return and that he was just going to get food, vanishing into the abyss of darkness. He closed his eyes and cuddled close to his siblings, resting once more.

Upon daybreak his father hadnt returned and they waited, ears twitching at any noise to be heard. once midday had hit, his siblings voiced wanting to look for him, missing their papa. HoneysuckleKit told them they should just wait, that he told them to stay put while he was gone. His siblings left reguardless, him watching and hearing them wandering further and further. Much time had passed since he had heard them and the long silence had left him anxious, and he tried to follow them. He walked on listening and smelling as best as a nearly three month kit could, but to no avail. Leaving him alone, lost, and afriad.

Managing to scrape by on some miracle, and having found some fatty bugs to snack on that kept him going, he eventually stumbled into what he would later learn was territory belonging to Pineclan. Wandering aimlessly, still in early hours, he heard the noise of voices and mews. He began running towards them at full speed, hoping, wishing, for his family. Bursting through the brush, he discovered kits, roughly his age, just as dusty, dirty, and tired as he was. HoneysuckleKit had crumbled before them, saddened to not see familiar faces, overwhelmed, crying.

This part of his life has not been explored yet.

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This has not been explored yet.

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