They had reached the final border with the other clans, and Deadmoon was giggling at Mistypaw's little quip.
Oh, most of the other clans smell funny. she chuckled, turning around to smile a bit at her apprentice.
And speaking of smelling funny, Riverclan. The fishes. It didn't smell too bad today, but she was sure that within a day or two it would be back to smelling strongly of dead, brined fish. Gesturing to the border, Deadmoon explained
They're the clan we're probably on the worst terms with, but that doesn't mean we can be hostile to cats we see at the border. We aren't friends, but we don't need another war.
She wasn't sure if Mistypaw would know WHY they didn't like Riverclan at the moment. Had it been 6 moons since Fallownose's death? It might have been, actually. That was.....a scary thought. Since their former deputies death a war had been fought and won, Crowtooth had been promoted, Twilightstar had had kits. Mistypaw had been born and grown. Snowybreeze had had his own kits. And Deadmoon was exactly the same. As was relatively frequent, an existential crisis regarding her own lack of development had struck Deadmoon at the least opportune of times. But Mistypaw didn't need to deal with that, so the molly instead set her course for Twilight Falls, moving alongside the river towards the waterfall. @
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