Maplemouse Maplemouse
Have you heard a story of the rabbit in the moon?
Have you heard a story of the rabbit in the moon?
SkyClan
Warrior
Was this cowardice?
To approach the gorge, and feel a rattling fear in their very being. It wasn't as if they were the aggressors--or so they had been. Windclan had sought to attack them under a thinnly veiled guise of prey scarcity.
No, there was retribution in the eyes of those cats. There was a martyr for them to wage on behalf of. A tunneler they called Molewhisker.
Would they have wanted this? Fear and violence between their fellow cats? Did they have kin? An apprentice? Maplemouse briefly peered at Yolkpaw with an exhausted smile. They had scarcely slept well since the skirmish. Their pelt had been left unmarred, but their mind was not settled, not when the weight of what had crossed those borders. What had occurred in return on their territory.
They were defending themself, but were they any better than those Thunderclan cats on the other side of the unclaimed haven? Deemed brutes for the murder of Rosebelly. Were they so different from what had unfolded, murder unchecked? Would Hawkstar stand before Dustystar and put their life on the line, just as Loonstar did for her deputy? No- Not Dustystar. It was more than the loss of a warrior to those cats across the gorge; their leader lost to the brutality of the cavern underpaw. The tom of gold pelt was their deputy; he was next in line. Would he show mercy? Was mercy deserved in the end? For when life was so brazenly taken, no mercy in sight...
Maplemouse shook their head, grimacing like something was bittering their maw. They could scarcely keep their attention on the patrol, lost in their thoughts. Few things were able to shake the warrior, but the events of the skirmish, the unease between the moors and pines, and now having to lead a patrol to that self same border felt... Unwise.
Some of them hoped that the cat they saw would bump into them again. They feared any run-in, but at the very least, they could be reasoned with, which was why they were able to return home with pelt unruffled and uninjured. They wanted to understand more, hear from these cats. Perhaps it would seem a sacrilege to confer with cats deemed an enemy; nonetheless, ones who had taken another life from their dutiful King, but they wanted answers. Maple felt selfish for it; it wasn't their place, but they longed to understand. Maybe it would settle the unease in their mind, a reassurance of sorts that there was no plan to attack Skyclan further. They had seen the terror in Peonypaw's eyes; they never wanted to let that fear be facilitated, but this was bigger than one warrior.
Finally, they approached the gorge, the roaring of the water cacophanous and unnerving. The knowledge of how much life had been lost to those rocks, that water, the maw that split the very earth open to swallow them whole. Maplemouse swallowed hard as they spoke to Yolkpaw, gentle yet stern. "Here we are, the Gorge. A deadly beauty to split our territory from Windclan." They stared out to the moors, fear prickling their pelt, but they refused to let it shake their voice. "Heed my words, Yolkpaw, never underestimate this great maw. It does not forgive; it does not take taunts lightly. It will swallow anything and anyone whole if they dare approach its edge."
The mink raised their maw to breathe the air, trying to catch any scents on their territory that should not be, but otherwise, the usual faint Windclan scent on the breeze from across the way reassured them that there had been no trespassing. "After the skirmish that has just broken out nights ago, we must ensure these borders are maintained; no cat other than Skyclan is permitted into our homelands. It is what the code demands of us." There was a comfort, settling into the reminders of the code. Follow the code, and all will be well. It's simply these other clans that do not know the true code decreed by Starclan; they would understand then, too.
Backwritten from December! But takes place after the Skyclan/Windclan skirmish!!!
Any Skyclan or Windclan cat can join, but this is intended to be a non-violent patrol! Maplemouse was assigned this before the skirmish, and also they're now using it to ask further about the events that occurred, resulting in the skirmish, and also just to have a good old-fashioned awkward as hell patrol post watching their friends maul these guys
Apprentice tag: @YOLKPAW!
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MAPLEMOUSE They/It/Neos, Skyclan warrior, 28 moons old.
A scrappy, chocolate mink with an overbite and green eyes.
mentored by none // mentoring Briarpaw
littermate to Mulberryburst
NPC x NPC / parent to none / mated to none
"SPEECH" // "THOUGHTS" // ATTEMPTED ACTION
penned by Pheo ↛ phoenixwashere on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
