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

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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