Mary had only been gone for a few days and yet she couldn't deny she missed the familiar warmth of the scarlet hued blood-house. Reflecting on the thunderblood raid, the monstrous molly was bothered by her lack of swimming expertise. Had Nightstar managed to overpower the she-cat and shove her into their river, she might've just had a chance to beat the bloodclanner. Luckily, the ivory beauty had a plan she had brewed within her mind. Mary had kidnapped a Riverclan cat in their own territory and forced the tom to submit and teach her how to swim. How foolish those forest cats seemed to the girl, teaching the enemy how to swim while practically soiling himself out of pure fear. A chuckle escaped the molly's lips just thinking about it, reminiscing the sound of her claws raking along his delicate Riverclanner flesh. "I learned how to swim," she would purr to no one in particular, mismatched eyes searching for her kin before continuing, "courtesy of a lovely riverclan tom." The molly would end her venomously sweet words with a quick lick to her bloody paw, enjoying the nice contrast of the coppery blood against her pure white coat.
/ pls point out her bloodiness since i want her to develop that nickname "bloody" mary ;^)) <33