Brownie, following two Warriors, looked around the Dewclan camp, eyes wide. It was so big! The way the sun shone through the trees, and how the dens were lined made it look wonderful!
He looked back at Bramblekit and Tigerkit, and he grinned at them.

Snowfeather (OOC: I adopted her), saw the kits and padded up to Sparrowhawk.
"These can't be," she mewed in amazement.

"There is plenty of time to talk..." Sparrowhawk padded off and then came back with a rabbit. "We need a queen with milk..." Whitehare looked sadly at him remembering the death of her mother, floerfur.

Brownie looked up at Snowfeather, wondering what would happen to the kits.
"Are there any mothers? Anyone who can feed them?" Brownie's own stomach growled, and he glanced around at all of the cats.

Snowhare looked at brownie, "Soon."
"Lets hope her milk comes early."
She took the rabbit from him, which was
quite scrawny, "Here, eat."

OOC: Finally! Now I can RP Bramblekit.

IC: Bramblekit mewled for his milk. His stomach was a roaring badger and his green eyes showed only fear, hunger, and desperation. Bramblekit saw the rabbit and widened his eyes even more, if that was possible. He scrambled away in utter, and complete, fear. "Momma!" he wailed, but it was simply a tiny squeak. He turned to look at his brother, Tigerkit. "Brodda?" he mewed quietly. Bramblekit started digging into the snow to hide, the coldness piercing his soft pads.

Tigerkit pressed up against his brother, but then settled for hiding between Brownie's legs.
"Here," Tigerkit squeaked his brother. "Warm!"

"Here! Warm!" Bramblekit abruptly looked up from his snow-digging at the sound of Tigerkit's voice. "Me come!" he was absolutely happy about the concept of being warm, but the tabby still wondered where could his mother be, and when would milk come.

OOC: Just to clarify, the kits were tended to by another she-cat for a short time, but Brownie has been watching over them so the kits should feel somewhat safe with him.

IC: Brownie looked down at the two kits and hoped that someone would feed them! He looked at the fresh-kill in front of him, shrugged, and began to eat it, minding the kits between his legs - even Brownie would admit he had genes that made him tall for his age.

Snowfeather felt somewhat worried as well but she wasn't showing it. She asked Sparrowhawk,
"Is there anything?"

"The only queen here is Brambleleaf.... and she hasn't even began to produce milk. We perhaps... could turn to Tawnyclan... but, I don't even know if thats possible." He mewed, "If only Daystar-"
Whitehare padded up to them, "I'll call Jayleaf..." She padded up to the entrance of the medicine cats den peered in and shouted down to ask him to assist.

Tigerkit, not fully understanding the circumstances, only looked at the Warriors with wide eyes.

Bramblekit looked warily at all the warriors, and huddled near the older tom's legs. Fear glowed in his eyes and he kept wailing, "Momma, momma where are you?"

OOC: Should Jayleaf come in?

OOC: That would be best...

IC: Brownie looked around with wide eyes after eating his fill. What about the kits?

OOC: We should just get on with it and come up with some solution. We're losing our spots in the plot!