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Stars, she's the spitting image of Siltcloud ... Mottlefox's ears fold back against their head at the sight of the kits that cling close to Lilacfur as she returns to camp, but there's no hostility to be found in his expression. Only a profound sadness. That emotion is reflected in the look they...

"Nooo, Pipitclaw," Mottlefox whines right back at him, hopping down from her pedestal to pursue her friend. It's only partially in apology, but is far more nosy over what he could possibly be doing with the crinkly golden junk. It makes a horrible noise, and doesn't even look soft! But it does...

A post-patrol jaunt to Carrionplace has quickly turned to a scavenger hunt for interesting items, as any trek to the twoleg dumping ground often does for Mottlefox. The border patrol had come up boring, for which they are grateful, and Pipitclaw had humoured her. He often had done so before he...

"Could you break the tooth off on a rock or something?" Mottlefox wonders, half to themself. Their voice muffled through a mouthful of moss they intend to add to their own nest. Nests are a part of who you are ... it's an interesting sentiment. Until joining ShadowClan, they'd never really had a...

It's close to the middle of the day when they set off; an unusual time for a pair of ShadowClanners to be away from camp, perhaps, but there's method to their madness which has yet to be revealed. The sky above is a weird grey-blue that makes Mottlefox think even more snow is going to come by...

What?!" The exclamation comes from a lot closer to the ground than most would associate with Mottlepaw, entirely because he'd flopped over onto the ground of camp as he'd cleared the tunnel threshold and they'd slowed to a stop (it's a lot cooler here than standing up, actually- he might be onto...

OOC: set just after dusk. mottlepaw, ivyback and sabletuft leave camp for mottle's warrior assessment. after a successful catch of a sleeping snipe, mottle comes face to face with a fox- but there's a patrol nearby! maybe they can help. MENTIONS: @S A B L E T U F T @smogmaw @honeypaw @moonspire...

"Oooh." Mottlepaw coos with what she believes to be appropriate enthusiasm, peering cautiously through the entrance to the warriors' den as if she hasn't just been invited in by Ferndance. This is a whole new world to them, never an explorative kit nor a particularly nosy apprentice, and Ivyback...

"You won't be doomed, mouse-brain!"Mottlepaw calls up the tree affectionately from her place firmly on the ground. In defense of the lighthearted insult, Honeypaw had been the one to challenge them to the race, and now she was paying the price of being stuck! Sucks to be the one who didn't...

Oh, he has never seen Thicketpaw look this confused. And yet she obliges this weird request, nose twitching as she tries and apparently fails to pick up the cat-scent under the muck. He takes note of it immediately, tucking it into the pile labelled good ideas in his brain. Even Ferndance can...

Mottlepaw is staunchly of the opinion that mornings suck. She's a night cat through and through, though her autumnal pelt and pale markings do no favours on her concealment. But ... occasionally, when the sun rises just right and the first days of dawn aren't particularly offensive, she doesn't...

"Nah, nah nah." Mottlepaw drawls, flicking her tail over Wheatpaw's immaculately groomed shoulder as the sepia sidles past the younger 'paws. Skinny legs halt beside their owner's nest near the centre of the den, where around her paws lies moss that should be changed, decorated with little...

// this thread takes place the night after the august meeting! With the meeting over, Ivyback had pulled Mottlepaw off to the side to explain that, before the next meeting, he would be having his warrior assessment. The main task would be night hunting, one of ShadowClan's specialties...

ShadowClan's mentors are, in Mottlepaw's experienced opinion, either the worst cats you've ever met in your life or the grumpiest cats you've ever met in your life; and there's no small overlap between those two things and their skill levels as warriors. In the season-and-a-half they've been...

Mottlepaw doesn't think they've ever lost someone important enough to constitute a memorial like this. They've been separated from their parents long enough now that they barely remember them. Even if they keenly remember the yellow eyes of their littermate, there are times where Mottlepaw...