quit your yapping [closed]

Foxheart couldn't stand sitting in the nursery. The other queens relished in their young kits, bragging proudly of how grown up they were. Foxheart, on the other paw, had not only lost most of her litter, but their father too.

Just after she opened herself to Mousefang and the two settled their differences, he had to go and die like the idiot he was.

Wolfpaw was her only family. Mudfoot had never been the father he promised to be, although he had no shame in bragging about how loyal and kind he was. Waspstep and her were always at each other's throats, and Honeydrop had never been close with her sister due to her duties as a medicine cat. She hadn't even gotten along well with her mentor and grandfather, the new leader. And despite the motherly instincts that drove her to protect her little tom, she couldn't connect with him emotionally. That had always been her downfall. If only she could shut her aggressive trap for one moment.

The red tabby found herself trailing away from camp during the sun's peak, when her clan, and her son, were sound asleep. It was good to stretch her legs. Afterall, the she-cat had gone from being sick, being trapped in the Mistwalker's cave, to being pregnant. The past few moons had been hectic beyond compare.

As she found herself approaching the Thunderpath, a familiar scent wafted through the air behind the stench many monsters left behind. ThunderClan. A soft growl rose in her throat as she peered across the dark path, yellow-green eyes in search for the forest dweller that stalked through the underbush.

The Leaf-Fall crisp grasses and leaves crunched softly underpaw as Thistlepaw continued to uncertainly make her way through ThunderClan's territory. Despite the constant streams of sunlight that bled through the leafless canopy above, the young she-cat couldn't help but feel unnerved by her surroundings. She had never been so close to the Thunderpath- she hadn't been much of anywhere in all honesty. Feeling her long, silken fur begin to bristle at every little sound and breeze, the long-furred apprentice nervously continued her secretive trip towards the infamous Thunderpath.

The hard, foul-smelling road that laid before her was somewhat of a disappointment. From all of the stories she heard about how dangerous and disputed this stretch of territory seemed to be, why did it look nothing more like a strange river? Thistlepaw's ears fell flat against her skull as she continued to gaze at the border before her with forlorn eyes. A soft rumbling faintly echoed in the apprentice's ears, causing her to leap up in fright and dart away from the Thunderpath's edge. Was it a monster?! Pressing herself flat against the spindly grass, she waited for the Monster to appear. And waited. And waited. Unscrewing her eyes in confusion, the apprentice was surprised to be greeted with the sight of a faint outline on the other side of the road and not a car.

Eyes! Another cat was on the other side of the Thunderpath; obviously a ShadowClan cat. This was her chance! Specklefang and Leafstorm would have tobe proud of her for fending off a meandering enemy, right? Taking a breath and steeling her nerves, Thistlepaw bravely faced the she-cat on the otherside of the Thunderpaw. "W-what," she shakily called, "Do you think you're doing so close to ThunderClan's territory?"