Curse StarClan for these memories (Open)

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[Not in ThunderClan territory. On the border.]

Hawknight padded along the ThunderClan border, wondering why she was here. She should stop right now, turn around. The grass under her paws instead of pine needles, the flash of sun. It was wrong. And she didn't want to be here. When she finally stopped, she knew why. This clearing had once been stained red. A sick feeling rose in her throat, but, she was just as quick to shove it down. It didn't matter to her any more. It didn't matter that only two fox lengths across the border she'd killed. No. It didn't matter to her anymore at all. The sick feeling had been forced into a small stone in the bottom of her stomach, where she ignored it. She'd learned from it. She didn't need it anymore. Dragging herself out of her own thoughts, she told herself she as here for herb gathering, and maybe a bit of hunting. She wasn't good at it, but, her memories were sharp and she knew the crouches and stuff of the like.

She she still saw the blood pool, the life draining from eyes whenever she looked at ThunderClan's side of the border, but, she now, after regaining control looked at it coolly. For starters, the cat had deserved that. But she'd gone too far without realizing it, and that was why she was here now. And in a way, it was a good thing. SHe was now a medicine cat. And she was good at it. And she'd met with StarClan, and they'd... they'd known. Known that the guilt pit in her stomach was one of the few things the she-cat felt. Known that she had to shove down the loss of a life everyday to try to forget about it. And she'd saved many more lives then she'd taken. And that tom.... He should have ran. He knew he couldn't win. Right?

She'd let herself get carried away thinking about it again. Padding along the border, she found what she'd been looking for, just the slightest bit on ShadowClan's side of the border. It was a small clump of tansy, but, it had been the herb she was looking for. Carefully biting off the stems of the small plants, she carefully closed her jaws around them, not breaking a singled stem. It was hard to believe those careful teeth had killed. However, it was not hard to believe Hawknight had killed if you knew her.

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Scorchclaw crept through the crass slowly, eyes narrowed on the small brown creature chewing on a seed in front of him. So far, he had already missed his chance to catch a blackbird today, and he wasn't about to mess up again. Suddenly darting forward, he felt his paws close around the mouse. It let out a pitiful squeak that was cut short by the ginger tom's killing bite. He was awfully close to the ShadowClan border and was careful to stay on his side while he buried it.

His ear twitched as he heard scuffling on the other side of the border, though it was too big to be prey and too small to be anything dangerous. He caught a glimpse of fur and a whiff of ShadowClan scent and stiffened slightly. Carefully, he positioned himself to where he could see just who this other cat was and what they were doing, claws unsheathing as he prepared to defend his clan if necessary.

However, his protectiveness ebbed away as he saw the ShadowClan Medicine Cat, calmly getting herbs on her own side of the border. "Good day for collecting eh?" he mewed in greeting, not wanting the other cat to catch his scent and think he was sneaking up on her to attack. He settled down nonthreateningly, tail curled neatly around his paws and fur unruffled.

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Hawknight leaded back, a bit startled, stopping herself a second before her teeth permanently mangled the tansy. She had a small reputation for being sharp-tongued, not just in ShadowClan, but occasionally at gatherings too. Flattening her ears in annoyance, she straightened her pelt rather quickly. Being a Medicine Cat, she'd long since fallen out of the routine of checking, keeping her senses sharp and the ThunderClan cat had surprised the young medicine cat. Even so, despite the friendly atmosphere, simply seeing the ThunderClan cat here brought back memories that weren't the best. Shoving it out of the way as she always did, focusing on something else.

"Well, it's better father into New-Leaf or Green-Leaf, but after not having supplies all Leaf-Bare, it's good to get some as early as possible." Hawknight meowed. She found herself wishing she could talk to a medicine cat, but that wasn't going to happen anytime soon.

[Fox]

Scorchclaw jumped when the ShadowClan cat did. "Excuse me, I didn't mean to startle you," he mewed, dipping his head politely and apologetically, whiskers twitching. He half expected her to leap across the border and claw his whiskers off considering her reputation and unintentionally took a wary step back. Getting in a fight with a medicine cat was the last thing he wanted to do.

He relaxed at her amicable words, whiskers twitching. "Its the same way with prey, I suppose. Always better farther into the season, when life has more time to grow."

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"Certainly." Hawknight meowed, her mind flashing back to her past. When the tom had took the wary step back, she'd had the split second wonder of whether it had been because of her reputation, or because of her all to well-known past which had earned her not respect but fear from some cats in other clans. The ThunderClan leader at the time had announced it, and the ShadowClan leader at the time had apologized, stating that Hawkpaw, as she'd been at that time, would no longer be fighting in battles. Even so, she'd gained other's fear, and now mentors told their apprentices to avoid her. Even older apprentices and young warriors had slunk by with mumbled hellos. Jerking herself back to the present, she knew she shouldn't have come here. It was this place that made her drag into the past.

She almost added in her distraction that they'd had a large harvest of catmint, but, that was the kind of information that she would share with a medicine cat, not a warrior. She was distracted here. Her eyes payed the place where a body had once lay a second of a glance, before looking back at the ThunderClan cat. "I should probably bring this back to my den." The truth was, her clanmates probably worried that she'd killed another cat when she was gone for a long time. And she didn't want to stay here any longer, but, it didn't show.

[Fox]

Scorchclaw blinked in surprise, cocking his head to the side before giving himself a shake. He had done his part and politely spoken, and that was that. He had been friendly enough to a cat of a different clan, and it was obvious that she wanted to go away. He was just about ready to too. Talking with cats of other clans, especially a cat like this, and not at gatherings, made his pelt prickle uneasily. So, at her words, he simply dipped her head. "Of course. And I need to get back to hunting. Farewell," he mewed with a wave of his ginger tail as he padded off.

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[This thread is over, right?]

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[Well, someone else could always pop up, or she could continue looking for herbs, so I suppose that all depends on you. ^^]

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[I'll be making another ThunderClan border thread, so.... it's over then.]