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[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px;width: 500px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: hidden; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;]^. *grabs maxine*
no escape

[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px;width: 500px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: hidden; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;]^. yOO MOTH SHOULD MENTOR HER (^:

hey boo its ur bab que ((^:

[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px;width: 500px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: hidden; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;]^. fREAKING
WHAT AM I GONNA DO W U
mm nvm its fine im just rlly exhausted
but do you want me to make it?

[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px;width: 500px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: hidden; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;]^. thats beautiful

[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px;width: 500px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: hidden; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;]^. "They're very lovely," the warrior said softly, eyeing the feathers and other miscellaneous decorations that Otterpaw had thrown around. She found it endearing and sweet, a needed refreshment from the bleakness of leaf-bare. She smiled gently, trying to reassure the apprentice, as she could easily feel unease and anxiety radiating from the younger.

[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px;width: 500px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: hidden; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;]^.

[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px;width: 500px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: hidden; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;]^. she's a wee bab *snuggles my boo*

[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px;width: 500px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: hidden; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;]^. i rEMEMBER WHEN U DID THIS W SEABUTT
mothy !!

[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px;width: 500px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: hidden; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;]^. The petite she-cat had taken to be more quiet than usual, reserving herself to quiet coments and short, fleeting answers. Bright green eyes grew dull and half-lidded and exhausted. But there was always a light when she told stories or droned on about her passions and what she loved, most significantly her interest in plans. Although she was no medicine cat, she was fascinated by herbs and knew many and a few more.

Once or twice, Sparrowheart had even come to the former loner with questions, having been so young when her mentor was lost. Mothdust had been happy to comply and be an unofficial substitute, even teaching the medicine cat some of her own discovered techniques. She had lived such a pacifistic and gentle nature in the past, and her mother, no matter how cold, imprinted Mothdust with an instinct to teach.

However, the molly was merely sitting by the medicine den, tail flicking gently as she took in the herb-filled scent. Some mint, dandelion, poppy.. They reminded her of her floral-smelling mother, and she smiled gently as she murmured her routinely list of herbs and their uses, her voice gentle and low as she lay, petite form somewhat dusty and chilled.

[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px;width: 500px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: hidden; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;]^. eeeeEEEY welcome !!
i'm que, and i roleplay mothdust !!!

^{new blood}

[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px;width: 500px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: hidden; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;]^. track bc moth would lose her shit in this situation

[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px;width: 500px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: hidden; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;]^. sshhh
fine !!
waiting my turn to play w my cousins :U

[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px;width: 500px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: hidden; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;]^. idk
whatever they're playing on the xbox i guess xD

[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px;width: 500px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: hidden; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; font-family: arial;]The warrior felt the need to depart from camp, alone and at peace. After passing by the fresh-kill pile with little of a glance toward it despite her lack of eating recently. She had gone days without food as a loner, it wasn't like she couldn't do it here. The warrior passed by the nursery, which radiated with comfort of mothers and sweet children. However, she disliked most children, simply due to poor past experiences. Thus she continued on.

The warrior ducked under brush, disturbing snow on the branches very little. Her tail snaked along with her, avoiding possible obstructions that could catch on her long fur. Suddenly she was silent, pressed into the frigid white powder as she caught sight of a blue jay. Trained paws crept silently toward the bird, it's attention drawn entirely on finding food among the snow.

Within a moment, the little bird was losing warmth from beneath her paws, little droplets of blood staining the snow the color of bleached holly berries. For a moment she stood over it with empty eyes, half of her mind saying to eat it and care for herself, the other saying to bury it and come back later when she came back to the clan, hopefully with more prey, if she was lucky. Maybe teach someone how to assist her in killing a goose if they didn't, if the avians were still migrating.

After pawing snow over the prey, Mothdust made sure it was hard to notice there was anything even remotely buried there, before retracing her steps out of the small area where she had killed it, making sure to remember where it was. Then she continued on her walk, quietly trudging through the snow with no real direction, until she came to a bush with an indent beneath it, mostly concealed and with very little snow in it. She figured she deserved a rest.

Mothdust sat quietly, far into the SkyClan territory, far from the familiar faces of her clanmates. Her breath billowed in front of her in opaque clouds of white, like the foggy mornings of leaf-fall, but lacking the earthy smells of rotting leaves and tossed soil. Her green eyes were gently closed, relaxed and serene as she lay, steadily breathing. They fluttered momentarily as she mouthed something to herself, something like a reassurance.

She knew what she was doing was dangerous. She was tired, she was alone, she hadn't eaten. I'm really trying my luck this time, she thought amusedly, resting her head on her chilled paws with their numbed toes and lack of feeling but for the cold. Mothdust flicked her tail, deciding to keep an eye open as she sat in the cold. She had wanted to be away from camp, too suffocated by it all, as what happened more frequently as of recent events. This was a welcome escape, dangerous or no. She was simply glad she was alone.

[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px;width: 500px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: hidden; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;]^. lmao watch moth b acting like a fucking dictator to keep less people from leaving camp xD

mm im so tireddd

[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px;width: 500px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: hidden; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;]^. aaa welcome new peeps !!
im que (^:

[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px;width: 500px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: hidden; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;]^. no, mothstorm

[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px;width: 500px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: hidden; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;]^. lmao
but like
*gestures wildly*
sootstorm

[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px;width: 500px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: hidden; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;]^. get the rosemary and lavender then

[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px;width: 500px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: hidden; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;]^. iTS UR BIRTHDAY
WHY WAS I NOT INFORMED OF THIS
*FLIPS A GODDAMN TABLE*
HAPPY BIRTHDAY I LOVE U BOO

[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px;width: 500px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: hidden; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px;]Mothdust had never been exactly fond of kits. She couldn't connect with the energy, the optimism. They made her want to slink away, except the few that didn't bother her. She liked the ones that listened to her stories and behaved well, raised under firm impression of necessary manners and politeness. If she ever had children, that would be the first thing she wanted to ingrain in their minds.

However, when the warrior saw the kits slip from the nursery, her eyes had narrowed in suspicion. Silently, the dusty brown she-cat followed them watchfully from the shadows, like how she hunted her prey on her routine evening patrol. When they left camp, she slipped after them quietly with a need to herd them back in before Thrushstar or Whitejaw noticed. Luckily for Mothdust, she was not afraid to lay down the law around mere children.

"If any of you are smart, you'll go back into camp," she spoke prominently after Mintkit had finished, standing and straightening her long limbs. She gazed down at them with a kind façade that hid her usual aloof behavior. "Save yourselves the verbal lashings of your parents and the punishment. Besides, you'll have plenty of chances to sightsee and explore once you're apprentices. Have patience," the molly said diligently, before adding, "it's an honorable virtue to possess, after all."

With that, she shifted around the trio of kits with a look of urging. She honestly didn't want them being caught, but if they didn't comply with her wishes she would resort to other measures and methods and make sure their parents knew of the incident well, if they never found out in the first place.