the pale horse comes riding

*This takes place at thunderclans border no crossing has happened yet in this first post*


Batsong sat just outside thunderclans land. She didnt cross their border even though as med cat she had every right too. Part of it however was reamining respectful to things. Even though med cats could it didnt mean that they should just waltz right in. She sat patiently waiting the next patrol. Her tail flicked back and forth with anticipation. The truth was about to become so much clearer.


In the distance a patrol soon came and she squinted trying to see if she recognized anyone but she did not really.


"I w-wish to speak with Mottlestar" she told whoever was leading this patrol.

Firefly couldn't believe her eyes: this was the second medicine cat to hover at ThunderClans border. The russet warrior rolled her eyes, taking a seat with black tipped tail wrapping around her russet paws. "I got Mottlestar last time. Someone else do it." She flicked a scarred ear at the patrol she was with. Firefly wouldn't fight a medicine cat, but she would definitely have to do something if a single paw crossed the border.

Having wished to join Comfreyheart and the others, Curlyfluff hadn't been expecting such an interesting turn of events so early in their patrol. The cat that they'd approached smelled of WindClan; a scent he'd grown to recognize due to go to gatherings, and yet it was still foreign enough to him to know this cat was a stranger. Curiosity peaked his interest at why the she-cat was near the border and he wished to talk with her, but knew that Comfreyheart and Firefly would have his pelt if he acted too welcoming. Of course, not being himself would be a daunting task, but he knew he could do it. Or try, at least.

Having approached her with the rest of the group, the curly-coated tom kept his maw shut as the stranger explained herself, though he did offer his usual warm smile in hopes up making her feel at least a little bit more welcomed. She wanted to chat with Mottlestar... was it an urgent matter? Hopefully nothing had happened to WindClan... but if so, why send just their medicine cat? Perking his tuft-tipped ears as his best friend made a snide comment, he'd assumed that Firefly would make some comment and if he'd been taking bets on it, he would've won big time.

Siting silently next to the russet warrior, his pelt itched with anticipation and he felt as though he was about to go crazy. Was this how Rosepaw felt when asked to not be so chatty? No... who was he kidding; there was never any chance of stopping her from saying what she wanted. If any-cat tried, they'd never hear the end of it. Of course, Rosepaw always had something interesting to say or a good plan to share, so it wasn't like her words weren't appreciated, by him anyway.

Comfreyheart was next to speak, first reprimanding Firefly before giving her a task. One in which he assumed she would have no choice but to begrudgingly except. Him on the other paw would be more than happy to help out in any way possible, especially if it meant spending time alone with Firefly. "I'll go with you!" he exclaimed, jumping up with the utmost haste. There was no way he could just sit here and hold his tongue from being friendly any longer, so it was probably best if he went too.

Darkspirit had been a little behind his patrol as he took time to bury a mouse. Once he caught up to the rest of them, his eyes fell on Batsong, a medicine cat, at their border. Stars... now what? Firefly was her usual charming self and of course it angered his sister. Sighing quietly to himself, he stepped in between the two she-cats with a calm but firm demeanor. He didn't look at Comfreyheart or Firefly, but he hoped that message was clear enough: Stop it. Both of you.

"Hello Batsong," He said calmly with just a hint of warmth, but not too much so it couldn't be mistaken for embarrassment by the other two cats' words and actions. "Mottlestar will be summoned shortly. Firefly, I appreciate you getting her last time, but now I am sending Curlyfluff. Given... " He stole a quick glance at Batsong before he leaned and lowered his voice. "... recent findings on our territory, will you please go with him to keep him safe?" His tone was calm and his eyes were unchallenging, hoping not to rouse Firefly's fragile temper. His mismatched eyes went to Batsong.

"Is everything alright with Windclan? That's quite a journey for you to make..." He would be diplomatic and exchange pleasantries as needed until Mottlestar arrived.