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    she wasn't a new face to thunderclan.


    mant moons prior, when she was a young apprentice, she'd visited to seek refuge from redwater. her fathers had led it, and she couldn't stand with them, but couldn't stand against them. she'd come for the end of dapplestars reign, and remained until her friends retirement. she missed dapplestar - or mangledheart, near the end.


    they'd been enemies once. she'd rallied bloodclan to stand against the fem, to fight her. she'd had something of a mental breakdown, and a moon later, she'd gone to the leader and spologized for anything, everything, she'd done.


    the more recent of her visits was to aid in the dog attack. her own son, sheogorath, had send the creatures wild into the territory, and palemoon had done her best to aid. to make amends for the monster she'd created, by his half-bloodclan birth and the name she'd given him. she wanted him to be strong and good and kind, she wanted her fathers name to go down with praise, if not for him then his grandson. instead, he'd been reincarnated. she'd lost the last of her litter, not to death but to bloodclan.


    but thunderclan was her last sanctuary. she couldn't stay in riverclan, she couldn't handle the anger that bubbled and boiled in her chest.


    she had no other option but to find a new home. so, palemoon took a seat in front of the border, the ten month old looking so much older and tired.

    If one didn't know any better, they might think the snow had clumped together and started moving on its own. However, that was just silly, but it might be good as an elder's tale. Pushing back the thought, she perked up, curious blue eyes landing on the ex-RiverClan warrior. The young apprentice recognized her, bounding over to her with no hesitation.


    "Hey, you're one of those cats who helped us during the dog fight, right? I wasn't really a part of it, but I thought I saw you near the entrance!" the snow white she-cat mewed excitedly. "You're really brave. I could never fight off a dog. But what are you doing here? It's too cold to be out for a walk!"

    /ninja'd oops!
    The Bengal had been out alone, attempting to hunt, with Valor on her mind almost all the time. She was getting rather distracted, thinking about their recent exchange. It was lovely. But she wasn't distracted from everything. She noticed a gray feline sitting at the border, just sitting there, who reeked of RiverClan and exhibited their distinct, fishy scent. Tentatively and cautiously, she parted some frosty ferns with one paw, then slipped out to confront the she-cat. "What is your business on ThunderClan territory?" she demanded, her tone more curious than hostile.

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    Tanglepaw, who had been adventuring in the forest with her denmates, bounded up and nearly bowled into the younger apprentice as she skidded to a stop. She gazed at the unfamiliar she-cat, panting, with her ginger pelt fluffed up from her run through the snow. "Yes, I was about to ask the same thing." She added, not as friendly as The other apprentices but she hadn't meant to sound hostile.


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    Tanglekit·Tanglepaw·Tanglepath
    -female-her/hers pronouns
    -8 moons-ages every 100 posts
    -apprentice
    -Trad. Thunderclan
    -Kittypet born but doesnt know it yet
    -Jackson x Marcy- npc x npc
    -siblings pollenpaw + Daypaw
    -heterosexual/heteroromantic
    -single-looking


    Physical Appearance
    -flame point cat- Fluffy kit-like cream coat with ginger tabby ears, face, legs, and tail
    -round, blue eyes
    -Round and stubby, short legs and tail
    -large round head and broad, somewhat flat face.


    Health


    -Physical 95% after falling from great sycamore, ribs still ache
    -Mental 95% suffers from nightmares and irrational fears from her traumatic kithood but doesnt know why yet
    -no visible injuries or deformities


    Personality
    -energetic, enthusiastic, excitable, cheerful
    -clumsy, naive, scatterbrained, hyperactive, annoying
    -anxious; has many fears


    Interaction


    -Text in Orange
    -dialogue in "white"
    -easy mentally- easy physically-
    -powerplaying within reason allowed but reserves the right to decline any excessive powerplaying i.e. "suddenly (cat) jumped out of the bushes and sliced Tanglepaws throat leaving her to bleed to death" wouldnt fly without permission

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    [hr][justify][size=8]Daisy was there in a curious mobile track.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]the deputy made her way over, gaze looking tired, but probably less so than the young warrior and mother. The molly offered her a small smile, ti,ting her head to the side to look at her in a more comfortable position. "Palemoon, isn't it? Are you alright, did something happen to RiverClan?" she questioned, her voice showing concern for the female.
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    [hr][justify][size=8]Hm. She believed she recognized this cat. Palemoon, correct? What was she doing here? Was something going on in RiverClan? Before she got the chance to open her mouth to ask, Mossflight was already on it, voicing her thoughts. So, with a concerned tip of her head but a friendly and welcoming smile, Daisystem sat down beside the deputy and watched Palemoon for her response. Hopefully she only came with good news.

    Tanglepaw stepped aside to let her deputy through, dipping her head respectfully.


    [spoiler]
    Tanglekit·Tanglepaw·Tanglepath
    -female-her/hers pronouns
    -8 moons-ages every 100 posts
    -apprentice
    -Trad. Thunderclan
    -Kittypet born but doesnt know it yet
    -Jackson x Marcy- npc x npc
    -siblings pollenpaw + Daypaw
    -heterosexual/heteroromantic
    -single-looking


    Physical Appearance
    -flame point cat- Fluffy kit-like cream coat with ginger tabby ears, face, legs, and tail
    -round, blue eyes
    -Round and stubby, short legs and tail
    -large round head and broad, somewhat flat face.


    Health


    -Physical 95% after falling from great sycamore, ribs still ache
    -Mental 95% suffers from nightmares and irrational fears from her traumatic kithood but doesnt know why yet
    -no visible injuries or deformities


    Personality
    -energetic, enthusiastic, excitable, cheerful
    -clumsy, naive, scatterbrained, hyperactive, annoying
    -anxious; has many fears


    Interaction


    -Text in Orange
    -dialogue in "white"
    -easy mentally- easy physically-
    -powerplaying within reason allowed but reserves the right to decline any excessive powerplaying i.e. "suddenly (cat) jumped out of the bushes and sliced Tanglepaws throat leaving her to bleed to death" wouldnt fly without permission

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    she recognized many of these felines from the dog attack, from the terror caused by her son. she hated that this was how she was to remember them, to know them. she wondered just how many knew sheogorath was the product of an affair with bloodclans deputy. an affair that never exactly started, and never exactly ended.


    she was turning into her father, into quietstar, it seemed.


    "if i stay there a second longer, i'll snap mossflight." the gray feline said quietly, recalling each name with ease. she had a perfect memory - it was what made her such a good warrior, made her capable of earning her name at eight moons, of being apprenticed at two moons.


    she sucked in a breath and exhaled in choked sobs, tears now falling freely. "everywhere i look, i see them. i see my father, dead on the ground. i see my children, their little bodues contorted. i see sheo as a kitten, showing me frog eyes, a sign i shoukd have taken but i was so blind because he- he was just a baby." she seemed to choke out, long legs trembling, bone thin frame shaking. she'd always been thin, never ate much even in the greenest of seasons.


    "p-please bring me to adderstar, i have nowhere else to go. i'll lay my life down if i must - i can try to use some of my bloodclan connections to keep away the more toxic of the attacks, please..." she seemed to beg the deputy, looking a mess of tears, suddenly seeming young and terrified.


    terrified if being alone in the world.

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 180%;][justify]"You will always be welcome in ThunderClan, the circumstances of Sheogorath's birth mean little." It came as a soft rumble, something rare to catch from the leader these days. No, she had her stresses, the fruitless struggle of invoking thought in a clan that set aside brains to make room for their hearts. They were fools of course but she cared for them nonetheless like a mother loved kits who snuck out of camp.


    "Mossflight, Daisystem, settle her into a den. Get her food and water. Don't stress yourself Palemoon, welcome to ThunderClan dear, you'll be safe here."


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    Tanglepaw jumped to her paws excitedly, her blue eyes lighting up as she scampered after the older cats. "Anything I can do?" She meowed to no one in particular, just excited to have a new cat in the clan.


    [spoiler]
    Tanglekit·Tanglepaw·Tanglepath
    -female-her/hers pronouns
    -8 moons-ages every 100 posts
    -apprentice
    -Trad. Thunderclan
    -Kittypet born but doesnt know it yet
    -Jackson x Marcy- npc x npc
    -siblings pollenpaw + Daypaw
    -heterosexual/heteroromantic
    -single-looking


    Physical Appearance
    -flame point cat- Fluffy kit-like cream coat with ginger tabby ears, face, legs, and tail
    -round, blue eyes
    -Round and stubby, short legs and tail
    -large round head and broad, somewhat flat face.


    Health


    -Physical 95% after falling from great sycamore, ribs still ache
    -Mental 95% suffers from nightmares and irrational fears from her traumatic kithood but doesnt know why yet
    -no visible injuries or deformities


    Personality
    -energetic, enthusiastic, excitable, cheerful
    -clumsy, naive, scatterbrained, hyperactive, annoying
    -anxious; has many fears


    Interaction


    -Text in Orange
    -dialogue in "white"
    -easy mentally- easy physically-
    -powerplaying within reason allowed but reserves the right to decline any excessive powerplaying i.e. "suddenly (cat) jumped out of the bushes and sliced Tanglepaws throat leaving her to bleed to death" wouldnt fly without permission

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    she laughed. not because there was humor in the situation, though if there was she was oblivious to such. no, she laughed because it was the only way she could stop herself from crying. it was easier that way. the sound wasn't even amused, it was clear she found nothing funny; it was the pathetic laugh of someone tired of the strain of life.


    sucking in a sharp breath, she gave a thankful dip of her head to the fem. "thank you, adderstar. i owe you my life - if there's anything you ever need, let me know. i have... friends in high places." she told the leader, clearing her throat in an attempt to clear her voice.


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    [hr][justify][size=8]Upon hearing Palemoon's words, Daisystem's heart wrenched. The poor she-cat... Sheogorath was a savage, yes, but a mother could never hold anything but love for her children. Though she had no kits of her own, she understood. It was something one simply knew. So she was grateful when Adderstar approached, dropping her calculating and serious nature to speak to the RiverClan warrior with kindness.


    As she was addressed, a simple nod came from the she-cat before she turned to Palemoon and requested, "Is there anything in particular you need to get settled? Perhaps some feathers for your nest, or anything else you're more used to?" From her understanding, RiverClan made their nests differently than ThunderClan did. She wanted the other cat to feel at home here.

    Oh, so this was the RiverClanner from the dog attack — she vaguely remembered seeing her there, though she had been way too focused on protecting the nursery from the vicious creatures. ThunderClan owed her eternal gratefulness for her feat. "I can help, too," the Bengal added onto Daisystem's offering.

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