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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Nov 5, 2021 2:22:40 GMT -5
Just something I'm gonna do for NaNo. -----------
Fireflypelt walked through the misty swampland, paws lifting here and there as she tried to keep her way dry. This, in her opinion, was completely mousebrained. She didn’t want to be traveling through MarshClan territory on a mission to spy on them and she didn’t want to find herself caught by them either. That seemed like a completely worse situation.
But here she was, on orders of Grazingstar, and she just so happened to need to be paw-deep in swamp-water to carry her orders out.
What did that paranoid old bear think she was going to find? Mud? MarshClan eating frogs? This was all completely unreasonable.
Even still, Fireflypelt found herself continuing through the marsh, her belly fur dragging against reeds and low growing grass as she continued toward what she hoped was MarshClan camp. Each step seemed to make a far too loud squelch as she continued to inch her way through all of this.
The bramble and fern lined edge of MarshClan camp eventually came into view, thankfully without the intervention of any MarshClan cats coming to chew Fireflypelt out for being on their territory.
She paused, crouching behind a bramble bush of her own, suddenly glad for her muddy brown pelt. It helped camouflage her, even against the holes throughout the bramble tendrils.
What was she supposed to do from here?
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Nov 6, 2021 0:20:16 GMT -5
Fireflypelt felt her fur bristle, trying to scan the area without wasting too much time. But MarshClan was a desolate, empty area of - of - of …
Her tail flicked with annoyance and frustration. There was nothing here. There was nothing that could possibly bring her here and Grazingstar was a fool for thinkin that there was. She found herself hissing under her breath, wanting so badly to turn back and head to her own territory. She was deeply annoyed that this wasn’t possible.
Well, since she couldn’t actually see any sign that she was going to be facing MarshClan warriors, she would settle for seeing how she’d fair trying to sneak in. Or at least close enough that she’d actually be able to see whether or not there was going to be anything she could hear through the walls.
She moved closer, pelt sticking to her through the muddy slosh she was moving through. It felt sticky and heavy, weighing her down uncomfortably. Her pelt was beginning to itch from the nastiness. The walls of the MarshClan camp were as prickly as they had looked from far away. They housed her Clan’s worst enemy, if Grazingstar’s rambling was to be believed, but there was no sign of these dread cats. Fireflypelt got right up against the brambles, the thorns pricking at her pelt, and she tried to look through. But even with the tiny glimpses, she couldn’t see any of the warriors of MarshClan. The scent of them was there, but faint. The sound of the camp was that of a camp of ghosts.
No one was there.
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Nov 11, 2021 4:01:21 GMT -5
Fireflypelt froze, sniffing the air. The scent of MarshClan was so faint that there seemed to be nothing left of them but the hint of their dens through the brambles.
Cautiously, unable to shake the idea that she was walking into a trap, the she-cat slowly walked along the edge of the bramble barrier. She rounded the edge, approaching the entrance, and looked into the camp-proper.
Nothing.
No one.
There were signs of neglect to the dens and some sign that a lot of cats had moved from this location, but other than that, there was no sign that MarshClan had been there within the last moon.
How strange.
Fireflypelt tried to remember them at the last gathering.
They’d looked scraggly, a bit hungry after leafbare, and …
Huh.
Come to think of it, they had seemed much more snappish than usual. But that wasn’t something she’d taken much notice of. There had been the usual heated argument on top of the Broken Stone between Grazingstar and Vulturestar, but nothing that Fireflypelt hadn’t grown up hearing. All of it had seemed basically normal at the time.
But now she was remembering small details.
Could MarshClan have just … left?
Or was Grazingstar right and where they planning something?
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Nov 12, 2021 21:25:38 GMT -5
Fireflypelt poked her way through MarshClan camp, but as she had expected there was nothing to direct her to where the old clan had gone. All of this was just … a mystery. Perhaps they had been doing poorly - that seemed like a strong possibility after what she remembered from the past gatherings. But even with that knowledge, that didn’t explain why she had been sent here. How could Grazingstar even think that there was anything going on with all of this just … gone.
MarshClan was gone.
MarshClan had been gone.
And now here she was, trying to work out what to do with all of this.
She had completely no idea what a spy was supposed to do with no one to spy on.
Go back to Grazingstar?
She paused, foot raised high and ready to go back, but stopped.
If she was really a proper spy, she should go to try and find them.
But where to start?
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Dec 13, 2021 4:38:31 GMT -5
I'll try to write a new part soon.
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