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A shy and quiet lioness who seems to have somewhat... morbid interests. She's good friends with River Tide and Cormorant and can often be found chatting with them in her free time.
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Redstar was sick.
It didn't come as much as a surprise to anyone really; he was getting rather up there in age. The lions of Moonpride had seen the end of his reign coming for some time, though Mothshadow knew that if he survived the illness it was due to last a bit longer. And he would survive the illness, all odds considered. Mothshadow had diagnosed him with ease, and she had all the herbs he could need. It was only a matter of what she chose to do. She had left Redstar in the medicine lion den, claiming that that she had run out of the necessary herbs. Redstar didn't know, couldn't know that she was lying. Sparrowflight was dead, after all. So Mothshadow padded through the wetland with no particular destination in mind, the mud that was beginning to stick to her legs not bothering her in the slightest. It would be easy, to mix up the herbs. Nobody would know, they couldn't know. They would be happy, wouldn't they, if Riverheart's promises were to be believed? And she had reason to believe they were. Riverheart was very earnest, to say the least. But then again, it would be murder.
And what would Starpride think?
Riverheart had said Starpride didn't exist. Or that, at the very least, they didn't care. Or were powerless. He didn't think very highly of them, in any case. Mothshadow wasn't sure though. She was a medicine lion, after all, even if she had never gotten a vision from them. Even if Starpride had never helped. Never sent a single sign, not to her, not to Sparrowflight. Not while they starved, not when the poachers came, not when a demon threatened to destroy everything, not when the stars themselves seemed to be falling down around them. Perhaps, Mothshadow thought, perhaps what Starpride would think didn't matter. Perhaps they had already fallen, had become nothing more than shards. Perhaps they were just yet another of Redstar's lies. Mothshadow didn't know, couldn't know. Perhaps it didn't matter at all though. The herbs she had wanted, had been subconsciously looking for, were just up ahead. She could tell Redstar that she couldn't find the ones she had previously been using and decided to use those instead as a substitute. Redstar wouldn't know. Couldn't know. Soon Mothshadow had a neat bundle of the herbs, held carefully so that she didn't accidentally ingest any herself. It would be enough. Should be enough. She had more back at the den if it wasn't. Redstar would go quietly. Probably mostly painlessly. He wouldn't even know. Nobody would. Perhaps they wouldn't even care if they did. Perhaps they would. Mothshadow didn't know, and she didn't care.
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Born in the time of the Serpent of Chaos in the dry season.
Happy but intimidated by your attention, Mothpaw greets you shyly, then backs away to give you some space.
As you walk up to Mothshadow, she hunkers down a little, whispering back a greeting as she stares at you in awe.
You were napping, but some movement caught your attention. Moth Shadow was coming towards you with a gerbil snack, but then she stopped. Walked away. Came back. Now she looks like she wanted to bolt. You closed your eyes and pretended to be asleep still, and she finally delivered her gift to you.
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Medic"
Medic"
