Event ShadowClan SkyClan WON'T YOU LAY YOUR BLADE AT MY FEET - shadow/sky only

[Mousefang]

A rake of claws against a mirror - grazing pelts we all once wore.

This place smelled of stale blood and old dirt, the scent of rain fresh in the air but the sky above offered nothing. The black tabby stepped carefully forward to the great tree at the heart of the clearing, head tilting up to gaze at its grand heights and he wondered if this was perhaps not the place SkyClan was meant to be with those branches that vanished into the heavens where a cat could touch noses to StarClan if they dared to scale it. Maybe he could catch his mother in the clouds, see her lounging draped over rings of stars, his father napping nearby. He thinks of Acornheart lost on the journey, of Dovecloud quietly in the background and wonders if he'd ever match Coffeestar's glory.

A black ear flicks, green eyes widening marginally but his expression didn't shift from is calculating neutrality even though he'd been briefly caught off guard. Was it a clanmate having followed him? No, there was a wet, damp scent lingering on the edges of the clearing, bog drenched and swamp water, his nose wrinkles involuntarily, "Show yourself, I'm not here for a fight."
His claws flex, he would fight if needed but a sword sheathed was a sword unknown and the element of surprise was his greatest ally here so far from camp. "I was coming here to see the tree...do you know what this place is?"

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Mousefang

— SkyClan Warrior (Scout)
— He/Him
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
— A black rosette tabby with high white & mint green eyes.
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[Sealpaw Sealpaw]

You Say That You Are Close

Is Close The Closest Star?

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Again and again and again, Sealpaw found herself retracing her steps back to the old colony's haunt. Back to when times had certainly felt simpler but she was more than old enough now to know that that simply hadn't been the case and Leopard had kept her in the dark as much as she could to protect her. Her heart aches still for her mother and though it was still painful it is not as all consuming as it had been. She briefly wondered if she was being a terrible daughter for the grief lingering in the background rather than it all being front and center but the apprentice buried the thought away with a shake of her head.

Her pace quickened as she drew closer before ultimately slowing as an unfamiliar scent made itself known. Cautiously the tabby apprentice crept forward, body low amidst the ferns and undergrowth. Another tabby like herself stood in the clearing of the old camp, his head turned in her direction and she froze.

Show yourself, I'm not here for a fight.

Several heartbeats passed, Sealpaw considering whether it would be smarter if he was lying about not wanting to fight to run and try to lead him over the thunderpath for a monster to deal with the other or stand her ground here. Either way she was kicking herself for coming alone.

"...Do you really mean that..?" The question-accusation- is soft as the apprentice steps out from her hiding place, blue eyes studying the other but not daring to come any closer.

The question of what this place is brings a small twinge of sadness to her face and Sealpaw's ears flick back briefly in sorrow before she straightens her posture. It was an innocent enough question, even if it hurt. "This is where the colony used to live, before it- ... before we all split into Thunderclan and Shadowclan. There was a big fight here, moons ago." She paused, unsure on whether or not to elaborate but then- "...You're Skyclan, right? I met one of you once when a coyote chased me over the border, I think she said her name was Swallowpaw."

You Just Feel Twice As Far

SEALPAW

— Shadowclan Apprentice
— She/They
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
— Grey Rosetted Tabby With Blue Eyes And A Bobbed Tail. 13 Moons
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