Backwritten Border Harpy Hare - visitors

[Mothbite Mothbite]

{$title} takes places shortyle after the November 2025 gathering

Still so young, Desperate for attention!

indentttDark paws pace cold, smooth stone. It's not safe to be standing on the Thunderpath so long, like this, but Mothbite doesn't risk taking a single pawstep over Thunderclan's territory. They're supposed to be playing nice today. It's the only way Mothbite's getting what he wants.

indentttHe hopes the plants held in his jaw are enough of a sign that he comes in peace. He'd spent the better part of the day scouring the marsh for something suitable. Most of the flowers had long since died, and the ones that remained were gloomy and wilted. They fit Mothbite's mood, but were hardly appropriate for a gravesite. Once he'd nearly given up, he stumbled upon a patch of strange plants with cat like maws. The long, sinister fangs reminded him of Serpent. They weren't flowers, but they were fitting enough.

indenttt"Damn." Warm breath leaves his mouth in a cloud of fog. "What's taking so long? Did they already send out the last patrol for the day?" Impatiently, Mothbite paces the border, occasionally casting a glance to the mollies accompanying him.

indentttThey don't need to wait for much longer. Mothbite's ears pick at the sound of pawsteps coming from the forest beyond the border. Golden eyes dart to meet those of the approaching Thunderclan cats. "Hey, we're not here to fight." His forced smile does little to hide the tension in his face. "We're here to see Serpent's grave. Can you show us where it is?"

- tagging @Stoatstream and @Snowdropheart , but thunderclanners are free to hop in without waiting -
Cats from the fourtrees colony would know Mothbite and Serpentberry used to be close, but TC doesn't need to let him see the grave​

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[BLISTERINGFURYBLISTERINGFURY's icon]

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Shadowclan would find themselves very unfortunate that its him that approaches the shared border between them especially since the tom didn't hold any love whatsoever for the other clan that had seemingly taken everything from him and it hurts that the damned cats that smell of the Thunderpath remind him of what he had lost. One of the cats seemed to pace back and forth near the border with weeds hanging from his jaws, they were wilted and quite depressing to glance at, and Mothbite states how they're not there for a fight. The patchwork tom's snout seems to wrinkle with displeasure and tries to hold in a dry laugh that wishes to escape, how foolish of them to make the journey here, and they wouldn't pass through their territory.

At least, not while he stands before the two of them and a huff slips out from his jaws as his narrowed gaze focuses on the trio "You will remain on your side." It is spoken in a form tone, a matter-of-fact one, and his tail lashes behind him in frustration. How could these Shadowclan cats be so entitled? He knows that Mothbite has known Serpentberry since the colony days but what happened in the past remains there and Blisteringfury would be a fool to allow these three or even one of them try to slip into the territory that rightfully belonged to Thunderclan.

A part of him wonders if he would've approached Shadowclan at their border had any of his former mates had passed and it takes him a long heartbeat to think about it, he knows that he would but his pride wouldn't allow such a thing especially when they were the one to abandon him first and their unborn children as well. "I will keep you company in the meantime, Loonstar or Owlbark get to decide if your fleabitten hides get to pass or not." He says at last rather bitterly only to allow his claws to unsheathe since he didn't want to take any chances with these "visitors" of Serpentberry, the deputy or the widow herself would be the ones to make the final choice in letting these cats in or at least, just one of them.

ARE YOU MAN ENOUGH TO TAKE THE BLAME FOR THIS?

BLISTERINGFURY

THUNDERCLAN WARRIOR
TRANS MASC x HE/THEY/IT​

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"speech", thoughts, attacking
a longhaired tortoiseshell with several scars littering his body from the battle that broke out between the split colonies, a cruel reminder to the betrayal that he felt that day, and has a pair of emerald toned eyes. he has patches of ivory on his body along with more smoky gray spots near his cheeks, limbs, and tail.
parent of flickerdance, searingpaw, torridpaw, gutsypaw, and tenebrouspaw ; ex-mate of dunehusk and blacktree ; currently not interested in seeking out serious relationships or courting anyone

venom and sharpened words are normally thrown out from his jaws whenever he ends up on a patrol near shadowclan. this doesn't lessen in the slightest when he catches sight of his old flames either, if anything, he only feels angry and brandishes that anger as a weapon. the moggy isn't friendly to anyone outside of thunderclan and he's especially unkind to shadowclan.

 

[Stoatstream Stoatstream]

SOMETHING SACRED

HIDES IN EVERY DROP OF DEW

Mothbite had come to her with a simple request: join him to Thunderclan to Serpentberry's grave. For a breath, she had been apprehensive, but she had promised him that if he needed support, she would be there. So, after some time, they wandered upon the border of the two clans. The night guard had taken pause to pluck some mawed plants from the pocosin, but she did not ask, though she did grimace watching the things closing as they were disturbed.

She sat at the side of the rusted tom, paws tucked close, and she hoped there would be an amicable discussion. All Moth wanted was answers, the right to grieve. But, even if their task was a peaceful one, an unsettled feeling unfurled in her chest. Stoatstream often found herself unnerved by such ventres, unsure and distraught about other clans, but this felt particularly suffocating. She was all too aware she could be overly paranoid, but this wasn't something she could shake.

The ivory molly looked to Mothbite with a slightly crumpled expression. "I know you're grieving, Mothbite, but just... Be careful what you say? I know Thunderclan aren't our biggest fans." It was a weird sensation; she knew why the colony cats had such a disdain for those who split off from their own, but the fact that seemed to be passed to any Shadowclan cat, regardless of their origin, felt utterly unfair. She accepted blame where it was reasonable; it's why she held no gripe for their anger, but she had never once slighted Thunderlcan, and yet the looks she had been given in the past made her skin crawl.

But her face crumpled more as an unfamiliar face approached the border, face knit in an evident disdain. The uneasy feeling only grew worse, eyes narrowing as he seemed to recognise Mothbite and utterly dismissive of her and Snowdropheart. None of them even had a chance to explain further as the tom spat vitriol at them, unsheathing his claws with no shame. It was senseless rage, and Stoatstream had to bite her tongue, even in something flickered beneath her pelt. It was not a thing she would entertain; she would not stoop to such a level.

She did not move from her place at Mothbite's side, instead giving him a small smile. "Good sunhigh, I don't think we have ever met." Her gaze flickered down to the unsheathed claws. "There is no need for that, we are not trespassing, and we know better than to. We're not so blatant to barge into territory; we're here to talk first and foremost." Even if every alarm bell was shrieking in her mind, she had learned from Sablestar not to let those before her know that.

Frankly, the hostility was out of proportion--as long as Mothbite didn't lose his cool. There was only so much explaining away she could do if he decided to blow up on this tom, but it seemed he was trying to start an argument where there was none. Part of her wanted to point out how unreasonable he was, but Stars know toms like this would take any opportunity to take out his fury on a smaller patrol.

Stoatstream chuffed a sigh, before looking to Mothbite and Snowdropheart. "I do think we would like to discuss with Loonstar or Owlbark, all we seek are answers from cats who are willing to talk amicably about information we never received." She looked back to the tom with a smile, warm with a purr, like he was an old friend. "Though of course you may stay for it; it is commendable to be so protective of one's clan." Unreasonable fury with unreasonable kindness, something enough to distract him from whatever old held vendetta against the other half of the colony. As long as Mothbite could talk with someone more reasonable, he wanted closure; she was there for support. That was all.

YOU'RE MORE THAN STAINED GLASS ​

YOU'RE THE LIGHT THAT COMES THROUGH ​

STOATSTREAM She/Her, Shadowclan Thief, 14 moons old.
A slender white cat with lilac markings and dark blue eyes.
Mentored by Sablestar // mentoring none
Sibling to Fleafire, Monsterpaw and Saffronkit
Timberfrost x Oleander (Gen 3) / mated to none
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK, PAWSPEAK
penned by Pheo ↛ phoenixwashere on Discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[Snowdropheart]

Snowdropheart

What was she doing? Letting herself get dragged into situations that were not her concern - this started as just supporting Stoatstream in breaking the news to Mothbite. She barely even knew the guy, let alone the one he was grieving, all she did was accept her friend's plea of companionship. And now she was at ThunderClan's border, facing a cat more than happy to attack them for any kind of misstep.

She tried to remain calm, to keep her fur flat, but the thunderclanner was making it awfully difficult to not bristle or snarl back. And then she had to try to not giggle or smirk at her friend's remarks back at the tom, Stoatstream fighting him back with politeness.

Snowdropheart kept her eyes on the warrior as they waited, hopefully for the ThunderClan leader or the deputy to show up. The pale molly scolded herself once more - she should have just refused to come here. Sometimes she was way too much of a people-pleaser, not saying no even though she felt no need to be here. Or, well, maybe she wished to support her clanmates once again... though how much support was she, truly? Standing there silently, with a cat she barely knew?

She let these thoughts drift through her mind, hoping soon, they would be allowed to enter or be turned back away. All this waiting was killing her.

OOC: n/a