I tried t[o] unheave the ties && Bringing Prey

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    Fern looked over her shoulder as she left her clan's makeshift camp, the moon her only aid in her mission. Her eyes filled with sadness as she held a small amount of prey in her jaws, feeling guilty and hungry aswell. But, Riverclan needed this prey aswell and Fern always hunted for extra food until she dropped, her paws bleeding and aching from running everywhere in the territory to catch maybe three mice a day. She made sure her clan was fed, even if she rarely ate. Her gaze hardened as she turned back, squaring her shoulders and padding forth through a small patch of reeds to be out of sight of the camp.


    When she reached the river, she was nervous. The ice would be slick and Fern's pawpads were still slightly swollen from hunting so much, making it difficult to get across. Maybe if she...? She unsheathed her claws and carefully set one paw out, digging in her thin claws as well as she could to anchor as she put her other paw out and repeated. Easy enough, only it would be sun-high by the time she got even halfway across. She sighed through her mouthful, exasperated and frustrated as she fought her anxiety and pushed off from the bank, sending herself shakily sliding and skidding across way too quickly. She quickly fell flat, legs sprawled out on the ice as she dropped the prey with a fast exhale, breath knocked out of her thin frame. Wonderful. Now not only would it look like she was stealing, but she couldn't even cross the damn river! She pushed herself up into a sitting position, halfway across now with the prey about a tail length from her. She dug her claws in and walked, digging in with every step to first grab the prey and then turn to walk across to the Riverclan bank, nervous and shaking as she struggled to keep her grip and with her morals.


    Oh Starclan, if you're there, please send mercy upon me.

    Over the past moon, a certain few ThunderClanners have been taking prey from them. Sure, they lost their home, but Blazeheart could barely believe that they would subject to such a low level. They could've just asked. "Hey, you!" She yowled as she saw one of them. Was she stealing prey from them? No... the stranger was walking towards RiverClan. With mice in her mouth. She summoned her energy to take her quickly to the shore. "What brings you to RiverClan?"

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    When Ferndapple froze when she heard a voice, fur fluffing up. Oh she was going to die. But the other cat helped her across and Fern looked very relieved. She laid the mice on the bank as she looked at the other, flicking her ears. She suddenly felt self-concious. Would Riverclan turn her offer away?


    "Ivyleaf and a few misguided warriors stole food from your clan and I just... I don't think it was right and was hoping that if I brought some food, perhaps relations would be better. N-not all of us think it was right to steal from you," She meowed, ears flattening slightly in embarrassment but she flicked her eyes to the prey, "E-even if it is a little, surely it can help a queen or a kit through the night." She thought she sounded pathetic, her soft voice quiet as she spoke. All the confidence she had when she spoke of sharing and working together was gone, her body full of anxiety and nervousness as she awaited a response.


    "Of course, I'd like to bring it to the camp myself, but if you'd prefer to send me away and take the prey, that is fine. I-I just want to be sure everyone is alright," She quietly added, her voice but a whisper

    Her apprehensive stance softened as Ferndapple explained why she was on RiverClan territory. So it really wasn't just a whole ThunderClan thing, huh? "It's good to know that you want to help our relations. I'll escort you to Nightstar." She offered. What if this was a trick? Her childhood had left her paranoid, and she only trusted two cats: Nightstar and Emberlake. Even then, she still stayed distant. If Ferndapple tried anything, Blazeheart was almost confident she wouldn't be able to get far. She kept alertness and suspicion, but at least she wasn't about to fight.


    // Nightgaze

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    Lucky for them, Nightstar herself just happened to be patrolling along the border when the scent of ThunderClan reached her. Ears flicked back, the leader would draw back from her hunting position along the frozen creek and trot down the shoreline, gaze narrowed upon Blazeheart and the unfamiliar ThunderClan warrior standing on the opposite side of the boundary. “Thank you,” she said, giving the prey a quick glance over before looking back at the other molly. “What is your name?” She twitched one ear at the stranger, surprised by her generosity. ThunderClan must have really been starving if they were willing to steal directly from the heart of RiverClan, so it shocked her even more than this warrior had been willing to give up prey for them.


    He came upon the scene, dawning a guarded demeanor hardened by the hunger that was beginning to nag at the bottom of his stomach as he cast his scrutinizing gaze upon the Thunderclanner. Her scent ignited an immediate flame within him that burned with the desire for revenge- only lessened through the prey she had gripped in her jaws. He caught her crossing with a surprising haste, the ice managing to support her weight. His jaw locked- she'd crossed so easily.. so what was stopping Riverclan's enemies from launching a full-on raid against the now-vulnerable clan? The river was everything that protected them. Feeling stripped of security, the seal-point stopped behind his leader, silently examining the prey from where he stood. Hopefully it wasn't poisoned- but beggars couldn't be choosers, right?

    She fell into a sense of awe at seeing Nightstar and bowed her head. "My name is Ferndapple. I-I came here at night because these are my shares of prey from the past few days and many would probably not approve of me giving prey away. But, I wanted to make things right and to make sure everything is fine with your clan. Many of us are quite angered by Ivyleaf's intentions and I personally believe we should all work together. Plus, it is a sign of gratitude for allowing Rootlegs to stay in our camp," She meowed, trying to straighten herself up as her nervous gaze was cast to Gladefall. But, despite her shy behaviour and nervous ticks, she did look happy and concerned. She noticed his suspicious glance and meowed softly, "If you want me to prove my good intentions, I can take a bite of one. Although I am hungry, I'd rather the bite go to a kit."


    The mottled molly was embarrassed by her fall still on the slick river surface, but she tried acting like she totally didn't fall down. That'd be embarrassing, right? Right. So, to hide the pain she was in from standing on her paws even in the snow, she sat down, her thinner short fur made what little muscles the chimera had shiver. But she tried to stay positive and smile, nervous and feeling her heart flutter from the anxiety she felt crawling through her pelt like a million spiders, tail tip flicking softly.

    "It's just like I lost my head" & TAGS