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· · ───────────── ·𖥸· ───────────── · · The blur of color is hard to discern in distance... a warping shape of fur and wicked teeth. Her mentor waits, biding their time... and Mottledmoon wonders briefly if for once, that confidence she wears has been a facade and even Stormywing is fearful...

· · ───────────── ·𖥸· ───────────── · · The taunting rattles around in fear-shot nerves, clanging against the surface like a gong set to ringing. It vibrates, rumbles with such great discomfort as it twists and coils around her stomach. Trembling... if this was on fair ground would she be more...

· · ───────────── ·𖥸· ───────────── · · A growling, low rumble like thunder crawling through a darkening sky... it is foreboding... a warning; The river grows clouded, hazy, masking the curls of shadow that once licked at the surface in calm compliance with the river's current. "Wait!" A bid...

· · ───────────── ·𖥸· ───────────── · · Skirting through the dense brush with only the hope that another cluster of heavy pollen does not dapple her coat to a useless fit of sneezing, green eyes scour the shifting foliage for the ever-present tell of new-leaf's great height. Prey runs...

· · ───────────── ·𖥸· ───────────── · · Stormywing is exceptionally lucky that her obnoxious confidence has done something in recent moons to wear down Mottledmoon's stony exterior... She is unflinching in the face of her former apprentice's frowns of (feigned) annoyance and practiced glances...

· · ───────────── ·𖥸· ───────────── · · Traipsing through the undergrowth inspires every twig and leafy branch of brush to grab at a thick, dappled coat. It's getting warmer... making her greedy for every bit of tree-formed shade she can dart between to avoid warming her fur. The territory...

· · ───────────── ·𖥸· ───────────── · · Ears sit forward at the call of a name still unfamiliar and yet so comforting... it's a piece of her heritage wrapped tightly against her chest, marked by the pale mask of her face. She turns to glance towards the prickly apprentice with a quirk of a...

· · ───────────── ·𖥸· ───────────── · · Her eye trails towards the freshly tilled earth, making note of the curling petals that would soon grow browned with decay... in a way they match the flesh under the surface... What did her mother's bones look like? Her father's...? If they unearthed them...

· · ───────────── ·𖥸· ───────────── · · What had possessed them to put Mottledmoon in charge of a training session is beyond its understanding... They stand, rigid and uncertain before a group of cats that range from recent den-mates to senior warriors that have enough wisdom to make her look...

· · ───────────── ·𖥸· ───────────── · · He is just as cold as his sister had been when she'd been brought home.... A flaming ember and the moon's waning light. Together in shining brilliance as they had been in birth... no longer separated. If not for the way her blood itches with its unseen...

· · ───────────── ·𖥸· ───────────── · · Alike a dove roosting in its nest does Mottledmoon tuck her legs up under her chest and close her eyes to bathe in a last fragment of sun. Well-tread paws do not sting as they once had as a fresh apprentice, used to the daily demands of walking their...

· · ───────────── ·𖥸· ───────────── · · A lone eye rolls in its socket with such drama it may very well never return again to see the rest of ThunderClan territory in all their days. "Coltstorm if I wanted to know his name I would've learned it by now, but sure... Twilightpaw." Her fickle...

· · ───────────── ·𖥸· ───────────── · · It's a delayed start to what is supposed to be the best chapter of her life... a long one, full of adventure and success. Failure had plagued them for longer than they cared for, put an ugly stain on a porcelain-clean bloodline... but then she could at...

· · ───────────── ·𖥸· ───────────── · · Going about reorganizing its few belongings, it is with a sobering thought that they need to change out their bedding. It is a mess of scraps that cling to the scent of the apprentice's den, a home that had held her longer than any other den had. It is a...

· · ───────────── ·𖥸· ───────────── · · It isn't lost on her that she stands beside Beetlepaw today... twin failures of their litters, enemies at odds with one another their entire lives. Maybe that spoke to something... so busied with their personal rivalry they'd failed to focus on what...