Mist curls low across the riverbank as a speckled black and white molly steps from the reeds, hazel eyes sharp and unreadable. Old scars from a point in her past are hidden beneath her sleek mostly white fur, and there’s something colder than the river in her gaze.

“You’re standing on RiverClan territory,” she snaps, tail lashing once in annoyance. “So speak quickly… or leave. I don’t waste time on a rogue like you.”

Cloudsnap watches you closely, weighing, judging as the current rushes behind her.