Introducing: Mothwing

[mothwingofriverclan]

Mothwing leaves camp at sunrise, wanting to beat the greenleaf heat. Herbs are plentiful this time of year, and Mothwing wants to find a few to take back to camp to teach Frostpaw their scents. She’s glad that she’d found a new apprentice with a connection to StarClan so quickly after Willowshine’s death, if only so that her clanmates wouldn’t bug her. She still doubts that they really need StarClan; it had been Bristlefrost that saved them from the impostor and the Dark Forest, not a bunch of mouse-brained dead cats. Still, Frostpaw was learning her herbs well, which was what really mattered.

Heading for the lakeshore, Mothwing keeps an eye out for borage, and maybe some rosemary. Padding up to the edge, Mothwing takes a look at her reflection. She’s getting old. Her dappled golden fur isn’t as shiny as it once was, and her amber eyes are tired, but she notes with satisfaction that she’s still bigger and stronger than most of her clanmates.

There’s an odd flicker in the lake, and Mothwing instinctively swats at it with her paw--extra fish is always welcome, even in bountiful greenleaf--but it turns out to be a trick of the light. Disappointed, she looks up, and is startled to find herself at a completely different lake. It’s much smaller than her lake, and she can’t see the Gathering island anywhere. Besides, it smells completely different--is it leaf-fall suddenly? She backs up a few steps, the fur on her back raising defensively.

For a moment, she wants to laugh--is this her first ever vision from StarClan? They couldn’t have sent this to her seasons ago, when her position was in question? Then she notices the large twoleg dwelling looming over the lake, and she feels a stupid kind of relief. There are definitely no twoleg dens in StarClan’s hunting grounds, so this isn’t a vision. On the other paw... she has no idea where she is.

“Is any cat here?” she meows as loudly as she dares. Unbeknownst to her, anyone walking by would understand her words, whether they were a cat, a twoleg, or any other person.

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[onthewillowsthere]

Galahad shades in her tail, curled around her paws, his expression blank with concentration. "I didn't know you could make up something to be. Why is SkyClan different?"

[mothwingofriverclan]

"It's a newer clan. Sort of. When the clans began, there were five of them, but twolegs destroyed most of what used to be SkyClan's territory. The former SkyClan cats were forced to flee, and eventually destroyed. This was long before I was born." Mothwing licks her paw and cleans one of her ears. "Then a ThunderClan cat went on a quest and revived SkyClan, and now they're back."

[onthewillowsthere]

"What is RiverClan like?"

[mothwingofriverclan]

"It's my home," Mothwing sighs. "But it's been through a lot. We like to swim, and we like to decorate our dens with shells... we're always the most well-fed clan, since we live by a river that feeds into a lake and no other clans like to fish, but even that doesn't stop us from getting into trouble." She thinks about the impostor, and how he'd convinced Mistystar to exile her. "We're definitely too proud."

[onthewillowsthere]

"Do you like to fish? Do you like water? What kind of trouble?" This is too many questions at once, he is well-aware, but everything about Mothwing is so interesting. Especially now that Magnus has given him the inner monologue of some of the Mansion animals, he's fascinated to know what they're all thinking, and Mothwing so far has been willing to let him ask.

[mothwingofriverclan]

"I do like fishing and water," Mothwing meows, a little amused by such a basic question. Of course, it's a worthwhile one. She's sure there's plenty of cats in other clans who might enjoy it, if given the chance, and probably a few RiverClan cats who secretly don't. "As for the trouble... let me put it this way. Do you have a code you follow? Laws that govern the behavior of your clan?"

[onthewillowsthere]

"Yes."

[mothwingofriverclan]

"I thought so. We take our code, the warrior code, very seriously," Mothwing explains. "And sometimes, that's good. It's important not to kill prey if you don't plan on eating it, for example. But other times... well, the code is kind of stupid. Anyhow, most recently, we lost contact with StarClan, and an impostor ghost possessed one of our leaders and convinced the RiverClan leader to start enforcing the warrior code as harshly as possible, mostly for his own ends." Mothwing sighs. "I myself was exiled from RiverClan because romances with cats outside one's clan used to be forbidden, and I am the product of one of those relationships. We got rid of the impostor, but our clan is still recovering."

Mothwing's not sure she'll ever forgive Mistystar for giving in to the impostor's demands. It feels good to tell someone about this; she's not sure anyone besides Icewing and Harelight really understands what she went through. Besides, twolegs aren't really people, so she can open up to them and it won't matter.

[onthewillowsthere]

"Do you miss it?" softly. He can't help thinking of Camelot, and the trouble with being a child of two people who weren't meant to come together.

[mothwingofriverclan]

"Yes," Mothwing meows simply. "It's complicated, but it's home." She'd had plenty of opportunities to leave, or simply not come back after being exiled. "But I'm sure I can get back eventually. Do you miss your home?"

[onthewillowsthere]

"I miss my friend at home." He puts down the charcoal pencil and turns the sketchbook around so she can see the picture he drew of her. It's not bad -- he worked carefully to render the softness of the fur of her belly, slightly visible behind her front legs, the way her tail curls around her paws.

[mothwingofriverclan]

"What--that's me! How did you do this?" Mothwing asks, completely forgetting her line of questioning in amazement. She flicks her tail curiously as she sniffs the drawing. "This is amazing. It would be so useful to be able to show how herbs looked like this even if I didn't have any on nearby."

[onthewillowsthere]

"I'm learning to draw," he says, suddenly very shy at her approval. "If you find herbs here, I can draw them for you."

[mothwingofriverclan]

"I would love that," Mothwing meows. "Maybe I could take them back to RiverClan, if you don't mind. Though I wonder how to keep them from getting ruined in the water..."

[onthewillowsthere]

"Yes, they would be yours." He considers the issue of waterproofing and adds, seriously, "I'll find out. Maybe there's something."

[mothwingofriverclan]

Mothwing blinks at the twoleg happily. Despite a somewhat rocky start, he's been so kind, and Mothwing isn't even a member of his clan.

"I'm Mothwing, by the way," she meows. "Goodness, I feel like I've told you about my life from nose to tail-tip. I hope you don't mind me prattling on like this."

[onthewillowsthere]

"I'm Galahad." He signs it as he says it, the way Magnus showed him, G-flower-choice. "Thank you for telling me. I like listening."

[mothwingofriverclan]

Mothwing dips her head. "I wish Mistystar was more like you, liking listening to sense," she jokes. "Then maybe RiverClan would never get into trouble at all."

[onthewillowsthere]

"Who is Mistystar?"

[mothwingofriverclan]

It hurts Mothwing's heart that she almost wants to reply, my friend, but that isn't really true any more. "She's my leader, in charge of RiverClan. The one who recently exiled me."

[onthewillowsthere]

Galahad sits with that, and the way it feels -- perhaps it's because she's a cat, but he feels as if it's easier to understand her. He knows the difference in the sounds the castle strays make, the difference between a welcoming, noticing sound and a plaintive one.

Finally he says, "I'm sorry."

[mothwingofriverclan]

"Thank you," Mothwing meows simply. She moves to sit close to him, happy to have made a friend here.

[onthewillowsthere]

Her closeness seems like such a gift that he restrains himself from asking if he can touch her fur and find out whether it's as soft as it looks. Instead, he sits quietly with her, and works on his sketches.