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[Mothbite Mothbite]

{$title} Takes place after Cica gets killed, but before the Gathering

Still so young, Desperate for attention!

indentttA gentle white paw steps onto the dark, smooth stone of the thunderpath. It's not far from where they found Cicadabuzz bleeding out. In fact, the attacker had probably crossed over this very span of the path to do the deed. The thought of it makes Mothbite's fur bristle. In the over twelve moons of knowing eachother, he's never been Cicadabuzz's biggest fan. But an attack on one of his own, no matter who it is, is too much to overlook.

indentttEfforts in finding the attacker had dried up. Whoever it was had been calculating, making sure not to leave behind a trace. Still, Mothbite's paws lead him to the bloodied site. Scrutinizing the poccosin has led him to no clues. He eyes the other side of the thunderpath. The white tip of his tail twitches.

indentttCautiously at first, then all in a rush, Mothbite crosses the thunderpath. Quick paws stop just before they leave the smooth stone, never quite stepping past the threshold of the forest. Keen eyes scan the brush and tall grass beside the path, searching for a claw mark or clump of fur that may lead to the culprit.

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[THUNDERFLASH]

Thunderflash didn't have any blood on his claws. No, he was relatively happy at the moment, perusing the territory to find a good mouse den or two for Hopepaw to practice hunting on. He had let his apprentice have a small break from walking every where to accomplish this, alone on his own as he searched the territory. His paws lead him towards the edges, where he knew that most cats didn't hunt by. It'd be good for Hopepaw to practice trying to scent through the stench of tarmac, of the bog just across the way. A difficult thing, but one that would begin to teach his apprentice how to differentiate scents, especially in tough situations. A hum leaves him, but there's a strange figure casting a shadow as he breaks from the bushes-

Baby blue eyes narrow at the Shadowclanner stopping at the edge of the Thunderpath. He recognizes this one. Ghoststrike had been... kind to this one. Amicable. That meant something. Irritation burns hot in his heart as he steps fully from the bush, his frown deepening into a scowl. "Shadowclanner." He utters, voice unreadable. The Storm Guard doesn't know what's happened, or the other's intentions. "What are you doing here? Planning on breaking in our borders?" Thunderflash accuses, his tail lashing behind him.

_________ I'M LIVING LIKE A LANDMINE ☆ WAITING TO EXPLODE ! ______________

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• THUNDERFLASH he/him, thunderclan storm guard, twenty-six moons.
  ☆ a sh/lh chocolate tabby with low white and stunning baby blue eyes. stands of average height with a 'mohawk' and spiky-shaped mane.
  ☆ mentored by n/a / mentoring hopepaw
  ☆ whichever relations / want listed
  ☆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ☆ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.