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This thread takes place at the border of the clan territory.

Meadowpaw

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{$title} it sure is breezy here i sure hope nothing bad happens
Always felt this could get dark
Held on 'cause things change fast

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Before the fire she always dreamed of going on her own adventures, but now that day seemed like it would never come. She only wanted to get away from the brittle tension that lingered in camp. Things still weren't better with Merrystalk and Sassafras, and her attempts to resolve it by talking to Merrystalk had gone up in smoke. She was frustrated with him—with Sassy—with everyone who sat on their tails when it happened—and especially with herself.

Meadow waited until everyone was busy before slipping out. She usually asked when she wanted to leave camp, but today didn't even give them the chance to offer... E if she did feel a little guilty at the thought of worrying them. Meadow knew they cared about her and that was why they worried. But after the fire and the fight with Sassy and Merry, she felt powerless. Meadow was afraid of losing anyone else, but she could do nothing to preserve what was closest to her heart. She loved them, but right now she couldn't stand to be near them.

They treated her like a kit and shielded her from even the slightest inconvenience, but she didn't want that. She wanted to be able to stand on her own paws, even if she was one less. Meadowpaw couldn't stand the thought of spending her entire life relying on them, especially when she could give so little in return…

She moved as fast as her remaining paws would carry her, the moor swallowed her up as she pushed farther than she usually dared go alone. Meadowpaw didn't stop until her breath was ragged and their scents faded into the wind. From there she walked… and walked… until the grass opened into rockier terrain.

Meadow heard the wind tearing through it before she saw it. A great yawning chasm—a wound in the ground. The wind that tore through it howled like some sort of beast and as she drew closer it tugged sharply at her fur.

Below, the roar of water surged, rushing in pulses that echoed endlessly off the jagged rock walls. The sound swallowed everything else, even her thoughts. She wanted to know how deep it went, but she tried to be careful. Her paws scraped against the stone as she inched toward the edge.

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TEASELPAW


Over hill, over dale, through the valley and vale do not weep, do not wail, I am coming home to you




Teaselpaw had been deep in the hunt, heart set on proving themselves to Fitz, eager to show they made a strong pair. But the moment they spotted the pretty she-cat standing at the edge of the chasm, all thoughts of prey slipped away. Their eyes traced the burn scars that marked her fur, and a furrow of worry creased their brow. As the she-cat edged closer to the terrifying drop, a small thrill of panic rose in Teaselpaw's throat. Without thinking, they stomped their paw on the ground twice, sharp and urgent. It sent a clear message: Stay put. Stand your ground. Don't go any closer.

It was a warning, born from instinct and fear. They didn't want to see her fall. Not like this. Not now.

They didn't know who she was, had never seen her before. And she was definitely not one of their own, not SkyClan. Would Fitz frown if they reached out to help a stranger? Where could she have come from? Questions swirled, but for now, all Teaselpaw wanted was to keep her safe.


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indentAnother bright, windy day meant another chance to walk the territory's perimeter. Maiseyleg walks briskly, as she often does, taking in the sights and sounds, ensuring that nothing is amiss. It's not until she reaches the sparser woodlands and encroaching grasses near the gorge that her pace begins to slow.

indentShe knows that here, there's good prey to to be found. Quail, little brown birds that jump and run away instead of flying, live in this grassland, and Maiseyleg has gotten quite good at catching them. She hadn't come out here with the intent to hunt, but the idea of a succulent meal is too much to give up on right now, even if it does mean losing a bit of sunlight.

indentShe's managed to locate a flock by the sound of the cock's calling, but is interrupted when she notices another little brown creature in the distance. It's Teaselpaw! Maiseyleg can't hear the soft pawsteps over the squabbling of quail and the rush of water in the gorge, but she can see the apprentice's shoulder move in a way that she recognizes - stamping a single paw on the ground twice.

indentAbandoning her quarry, Maiseyleg quickly jogs up to Teaselpaw. "Is everything alright, dear? I heard you calling." Before she receives an answer, Maiseyleg spots what must be making the apprentice worry. There's a little calico on the other side of the gorge, dangerously close to the edge. Young cats are a bit uncoordinated at the best of times, but this molly is missing a back leg - a fairly recent injury too, once she's likely not learned to fully compensate for yet. It would only take a small lapse in concentration to send her tumbling over the edge.

indent"Hello, there!" Maiseyleg calls out, gently, as to not startle her. "You're awfully close to the edge there. If you fell in now, we wouldn't be able to save you from this side of the gorge. How about you take a few steps back, dear?"


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