MottlePaw hissed as they neared the rocks. This was their first time dealing with sirens. MottlePaw didn't even seem affected by their song, despite not wearing anything. 

Same with Ghostly, who just seemed intrigued, and annoyed. She knew what happened to his mother because of the sirens, so she understood why. 

The other cats all had earplugs in, bunkering down. The two without earplugs were sailing together, passing the rocks. MottlePaw saw a siren, strangely looking somewhat similar to Ghostly, but way more scarred, and more regal and powerful.

She threw a rock at the siren out of boredom as she watched it blink. The white molly snickered as her mottled paw threw another. Ghostly hissed at her.  "MottlePaw! Quit agitating 'em!" Ghostly scolded.

MottlePaw nodded and sat down, keeping the sirens off of the boat as they sailed out of the rocky area. The sirens would likely follow for a while, so the others were deemed as useless.

=^-_._-^= 

A few days passed, and MottlePaw was promoted for her help during the siren situation. She was already at the top of her game, making sure everyone was working, not getting stressed, and making sure they were all taken care of. 

Each day, she wrote in her journal. Some days were more informational, others were just two words. Sometimes she would listen to what Gold had to say about Patchy each day. Then, there was the day prior.

Gold died. Apparently, she died due to her illness, but MottlePaw knew what really happened. Gold suffocated in her sleep.

MottlePaw didn't intend to know this, but she did. She knew Fawnling was the killer, yet when she brought it up, no one believed her aside from Winter, who was always strange, muttering and whispering things.

Now, MottlePaw and Winter were talking in the storage cabin. 

"I had a dream about her suffocation three days prior. Fawnling standing above her, watching. I wot things others wouldn't, like how Skye shall be crushed by a dragon, Ghostly... Ghostly's an odd one, like with thou. Patchy drowns, and I... I die from blood loss 'i a great dragon fight." Winter rambled. MottlePaw nodded, not paying attention.

"I wot things I shouldn't from the past as well. I wot how thou were sleeping when Ghostly's mother was killed by her kin, and how Captain Siren died of alcoholism. I wot how thou moved to Yggdrasil because thy father didn't crave thou associating with Captain Ghostly. 'tis scary sometimes, yet it happens a lot." Winter continued.

MottlePaw's interest was suddenly piqued. "How far back may you see? How far forward may you see?" She asked. Winter thought about it for a long moment.

"The furthest forward i hast seen was handsome far. Three thousand years after now. I've seen some weird things, yet Methinks that's when mine sight seems to get weird, since I do not regard the many generations differenced grandchild of the cat whom cursed thou had been hanging out with an undead Ghostly, or thou being immortal." Winter responded. "And I can't see that far back either. I wot how thy mother left and why. The furthest back I see is up to Moon and Skye's great grandparents." Winter finished.

MottlePaw nodded. She certainly convinced Winter was insane now.