Citrine found it.

They found Þör! They immediately started to head into town, Citrine's only goal was to destroy all remnants of the pirates that destroyed her home, and to deal with MottlePaw.

Citrine let out a mighty hiss as they lunged at a statue of MottlePaw. It cracked when it reached the ground and the parts that resembled fur flung off, then, Citrine destroyed the message written. 

"What is thy purpose!?" An old cat roared. It was MottlePaw! "Thou. Thou art MottlePaw! Thou surprised mine village many many years since, and I am hither to confound yours!" Citrine answered. 

MottlePaw's fur rose, and so did Citrine's. "First, ere we begin the fight, I hast a proposal, a choice of peace." Citrine stated, their fur lying flat with quick speed. MottlePaw let her own fur lie flat once more, seemingly ready to listen, despite the obvious desire to tear out Citrine's throat.

"Mine proposal is; thou join me, dispatch the last sirens and sea serpent, and thy village shall be repaired. Should thee do not, then I shall dispatch thou, and confound thy village. Should thee only doth half of the work, then I hast an alternative resolve 'i mind." Citrine proposed. 

MottlePaw nodded. "Thou wouldn't be able to lay a single claw on me, I may be corky, yet I am still firm-set. Yet brave. I accept thy proposal." MottlePaw agreed. Citrine smiled. "Great!"

"Let's get going! Doth thou hast a boat we use?" Citrine asked. MottlePaw rolled her eyes and nodded. With that, Citrine led the long-furred molly towards the sea, to which, MottlePaw changed their course to the boat dock.

Once they arrived, they got onto the boat. Citrine placed themselves near the wheel to watch MottlePaw, who seemed almost clueless as to where to go.

"We'll dispatch the sea serpent first." Citrine stated. MottlePaw nodded and lifted the anchor, bringing the two cats out into the ocean.

In all honesty, Citrine had much more planned for MottlePaw. There was just no way Citrine would get over what was done more than forty years ago.

They yawned, and got up, wandering around the boat. MottlePaw seemed bothered by Citrine not doing anything, so Citrine kept at it, as a form of annoyance towards the older cat.

Citrine quickly found the cabin, likely the captain's cabin, and walked in, flopping down on a nest. When they got comfortable, Citrine went to sleep, ready for whatever was to come in the future.

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Citrine's dream didn't consist of much, but one line kept repeating. "Do it already. Take care of MottlePaw."

Citrine was quick to shake off that thought. They wouldn't do it until after MottlePaw kills the last siren. It was their plan if MottlePaw stopped halfway, too.

Then, the face of MottlePaw appeared in their dream. MottlePaw had a scarred-up eye, and not just below it anymore. It was gruesome, and clear MottlePaw wouldn't continue.

Citrine kept watching with interest. "I'm done. I'm not going on." MottlePaw stated. "Why!?" Citrine hissed, madly. MottlePaw growled and threw Citrine away. "I'm blinded!" She answered. Then, the dream faded to nothingness.