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Originally Posted by Rani

Mudhound
Thunderclan Warrior | They/them | 31 Moons
Bilingual T2 | Flock Together T3 | Rapid Recovery

AAAAA! SUDDEN CHILD!


Mudhound forced themself not to jolt or jump firmly as Wolfpaw just suddenly appeared from nowhere and joined the tripod in aggression. Where had he come from?! Was he out on a training trip and overheard, if so where in the world was the warrior?! Child neglect! Bad warrior! And if there was none than he'd snuck out and frankly all were bad options. Because here was Muddys own Bumble-sis' kiddo facing down a trio of rogues with them, highly dangerous! Mudhound didnt even know if he'd had any battle training before!

Forcing themself not to react the maine coon mix shifted to stand a little bit in front of Wolfpaw protectively, almost sheltering him against their side as they snarled again in an unspoken warning. 'Dont even think of touching the kiddo if you want to live.'


Things were a little more manageable as the group showed no aggression however they didnt leave just yet. UUuuuuuugh. Whatever, they'd get their answer and go. "No cat by that name here. And if you wanted to see them and they were you should've waited at the border and flagged down a patrol, a group like yours looks like an invading patrol. Im being very nice by not attacking immediately dont test that. So turn around, now, leave and then ask another clan!"

The warrior bit back the mean suggestion of 'try shadowclan' knowing that clan wouldnt even try talking like Mudhound was doing and would just kill them immediately.


If the group had more questions they could ask as they were being escorted to the border but if they didnt start moving that way now the tripod was gonna start biting them like a herding dog to get them going.

Berrie sighed. "Welp, we tried. Let's go, guys." She grabbed Skratch by the scruff and just padded off. But Zephyr quietly lowered his voice. "If someone called Rex comes along here looking for a cat names Zephyr- me- then point him in a direction other than where I'll head." He then left. Michael gave a nod of respect and left in a calm way. Rateye padded over from the camp.
"Mudhound," Rateye meowed. "I actually know the old ginger tom. He's my father. He's on about some cat from Riverclan, isn't he..? I think I may know which cat he was looking for- his grandson Charredpaw in Riverclan. His oldest son- Scott- was Charredpaw's dad."