sensitive topics ALL OF MY DIRECTS ♡ INVASION?

[MIRESTAR]

The forest is still. Without the sun's presence, the air is chillier than usual — it forces Mirestar to shift their paws closer together and for their tail to wrap around their body, but bearing it would prove to be worth it. StarClan willing, Lichenstar is doing the very same on the other side of the woodlands. Now that night has fallen, hell will surely break loose.

But before that can happen, before yowls and hisses would fill the forest, there is blessed silence... it is almost serene, if Mirestar could look past what the future holds. Will there be a price to pay? Even if ShadowClan has the advantage of surprise, and perhaps even the advantage of numbers... well, they have seen Flamestar's fierceness. Would ThunderClan be fighting to kill? Mirestar has advised their own warriors to fight bravely and with all their might, but not necessarily to kill; only if it is required for self-defense. They can only hope that won't end up in disaster.

Despite everything... despite the fear they had felt when going to sleep and when waking up, Mirestar feels oddly calm right now. They sit in the perfect middle of a clearing on rival land. Thanks to the still somewhat thick undergrowth and the darkness that settles upon ThunderClan territory, their own warriors can be safely tucked away, invisible to the world.

Not a single wayward scent, not a single noise. It appears Mirestar is alone.

But when the late night patrol arrives, those invisible warriors will be ready to fight — just like their leader.

Sensitive topics for the battle that will take place. Please read at your own discretion!

This thread is taking place in the same time as the fight at Sunningrocks.

Not open for ShadowClanners just yet! They are in hiding and cannot be scented or seen. Open for ThunderClanners however; Icey will be picking the first few warriors to spot Mirestar all by themself, so please follow that!

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[leafhusk]

the final patrol of the night. leafhusk hopes this will end quickly and without fuss; her last endeavor to shadowclan’s border stunk like crowfood. moonlight followed them like an eerie spotlight, illuminating their surroundings in a faint glow. as soon as their patrol pushes through the ferns, golden eyes land on the marshland’s young leader. they stand awkwardly, with pale blue eyes that shine in the darkness. like a beacon.

"mirestar." the lead warrior is quick to acknowledge them; quick whips of frigid air fills the silence. her nose curls, the unfortunate stench of the thunderpath shields her from the impending doom. golden eyes glance noticeably to the sides of the mottled cat. mirestar is alone, and their shadow stretches outward.

leafhusk’s head tilts to the side, curiously, "why are you here?"

@PALEFIRE + apprentices, @FALCONHEART + apprentices, @TALLSTEP & @ORANGEPAW. @Fadingpaw

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[ivorypaw]

A ghost-pale shape moves alongside her mentor, her eyes dark and deep as the surrounding shadows. The moon glows softly above the treeline; she tilts her face toward its light, exhaling softly. The breath trails in tendrils toward Silverpelt like woodsmoke. They'd found little to no prey on this patrol, but, to her surprise, they do find a single ShadowClanner, standing alone. She starts — there's moonlight silvering their silhouette, gleaming in their unreadable blue gaze. Her curled ears flick forward, curious.

Leafhusk halts; her breath steams before her whiskers. "Mirestar. Why are you here?" Ivorypaw comes to a stop beside the lead warrior, her tail lowering to the ground. She tastes the air; there's the scent of the marsh, sure, but with the frost and the overwhelming stench of the Thunderpath that divides ThunderClan and ShadowClan, she detects nothing suspicious.

She wouldn't, anyway. She only knows ShadowClan to be relatively curt during Gatherings and border patrols. Ivorypaw has never imagined she would face their claws — and especially not like this. "Hello," she mews, tilting her head to one side as she waits for Mirestar to answer.

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• Adora . Ivorykit . Ivorypaw, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 8 moons old, ages realistically on the 16th.
  — mentored by Palefire ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored n/a.
  — thunderclan apprentice. npc x npc, gen 1.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh white she-cat with curled ears and brown eyes. compassionate, righteous, naive, idealistic, self-doubting, self-destructive.

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[MIRESTAR]

For what it's worth, there is a twist of guilt. The patrol arrives, just like expected, and they are largely unsuspecting. Leafhusk is at the helm, and she asks questions first, instead of trying to shred their pelt for trespassing — perhaps she will agree to their terms, and blood will not have to be spilled tonight.

Mirestar has to remind themself of the goal; the expansion of their reach to prepare for leaf-bare, and to get a resemblance of justice for what has happened to Applejaw. They cannot back down now, even if ThunderClan presents them that chance.

"ThunderClan," Mirestar dips their head in greeting. "I am here with an offering. As you very well know, frost has arrived much sooner than we anticipated... and ShadowClan does not intend on remaining idle while it lessens our prey. There is many more to be found here..." Their eyes rake the woods: a clear reveal of their meaning right then and there. They very well could have raided WindClan, but ThunderClan's prey is much more similar to that of the marshes than the moor's. "We are claiming this piece of land for the foreseeable future."

Bold, is what they are. Mirestar has never thought themself capable of such a feat... but then, they never thought themself worthy of bearing StarClan's kiss.

They meet each and every warrior's gaze with their own before settling on Leafhusk again. "This does not need to turn into a battle. If you agree to leave us be, ShadowClan will simply move the borders, and the grass here remains free of blood."
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[FALCONHEART]

𓍊𓋼 Through the darkness, he spots a figure he would never have expected to see upon ThunderClan’s territory. Mirestar stands shadowed against the moonlight, seemingly awaiting a patrol. Leafhusk asks why they’re here, and Mirestar responds with an offering. "Hang back for a moment," he mutters to his apprentices, shifting to stand between them and Mirestar. He isn’t tall enough to obscure the enemy’s view of them entirely, but he can at least act as a shield, should Mirestar attack.

We are claiming this piece of land for the foreseeable future.

A bark of a laugh escapes him, cold and disbelieving. It isn’t a sound that would have left his maw before Smokestep—before Skyclaw. But now, it rips itself from him with enough force that it stills his limbs, makes him fear his own voice. "What good do you think that will do you?" Does the ShadowClan leader think the risk of crossing the thunderpath, potentially losing warriors to the roaming monsters, is worth a shard of hunting land? The territory can hardly feed the clan that lives here; how stupid must Mirestar be? And how cruel—attempting to steal land from a clan still recovering from a hostile takeover is low, even for a ShadowClanner. It was bad enough to be accused of murder, but this solidifies the cream tabby's dislike for the marshland clan. He settles into a defensive stance, eyes darting from the leader to the lands beyond. There's no way they're stupid enough to come alone, right? But if they're stupid enough to demand territory from ThunderClan, then they're definitely stupid enough to come alone.

It isn’t his place to speak, but it also isn’t Mirestar’s place to make demands. Fury rears its head, a wild fanged beast that pounds against his ribcage. He’s still unused to this rage, this lion that sinks its claws into his flanks and drives him to ruthlessness. It’s against his will, just as battle always has been. "You’re an idiot." I can’t wait to actually murder one of your warriors.

heaven knows 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 how hard i’ve tried

• ooc: apprentice tags @LITTLEPAW @Bugpaw !
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  ⭃ shorter than average cream tabby with white spotting. seems gloomy and has few friends, but is a hard worker and never neglects his duties.
  ⭃ son of flamestar and flycatcher ; brother to stormfeather, ravenpaw, bugpaw, sunpaw, squirrelpaw, sparrowpaw
  ⭃ mentoring bugpaw & littlepaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ⭃ penned by foxlore

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[leafhusk]

thunderclan’s council burns like an everlasting fire; it lashes at whoever dares come close, or empty accusations. leafhusk is better at holding her tongue, but she’s been honest with herself that the hotheaded behavior is contagious. if anyone else had stepped over their borders, she would’ve snapped harder; ironically, she does not want to piss off a leader.

"pardon me?" she says in almost a shrill, staring at utter disbelief. a paw touches her chest in a faux pearl clutching motion, oh, she hates being alone for this. the molly is grateful for falconheart's bark of a laughter, his verbal agreement that this was ridiculous. "tripping over the borders expecting us to roll over and show our bellies… no, you can’t have it."

leafhusk’s eyes narrow, tail-tip flicking irritably behind her. mirestar is alone... she'll be generous tonight and give them a chance to leave quickly. "we’re all struggling, you’re not special. get out."

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[TALLSTEP]

Tallstep's heart races as they step up to stand by Leafhusk and Falconheart, watching Mirestar with wide, uncertain eyes. There's something almost… absurd about ShadowClan's leader standing there, bold as anything, just announcing a claim to ThunderClan's territory like it's a casual remark at a gathering. Tallstep glances from Mirestar's cold gaze to the stern faces of their Clanmates, a nervous itch sparking beneath their pelt. They shift uncomfortably, trying to find the words that are scrambling over each other in their head. "Oh... oh wow, you're... you're serious, aren't you?" they say, stumbling over the words with an uneasy chuckle. "You just... show up here and tell us this is, uh... going to be yours now?" They blink, trying to read any hint of wavering in Mirestar's stance, but the ShadowClan leader looks back at them steadily, unyielding. The confidence—no, the arrogance—of it sets Tallstep even more on edge. Their tail flicks, a nervous, flickering beat of irritation and disbelief.

"But... look, I—I mean... how exactly do you think this, uh... is going to work out? I mean, like—like, at all?" Tallstep stammers, voice slipping into a higher pitch than they'd intended. They clear their throat quickly, hoping to steady themselves. "I just... you know, this seems a little... well, it seems a little unreasonable, don't you think?" Their voice wobbles as they finish, and they try to ignore the worried flick of Leafhusk's ear as if their clanmate's steady presence could ground them. Tallstep isn't a cat who likes to stir the pot, but seeing their clan's territory at risk, something hot and protective curls up in their chest—a fierce loyalty that battles with the anxiety twisting their stomach. They can feel the tension crackling in the air, the way Falconheart's anger seems to burn beside them, and the unease prickling Leafhusk's pelt. And Mirestar… Mirestar is standing there, looking at them all like they already know the outcome.

"Uh—so... so you're just... expecting us to let this happen?" Tallstep adds, sounding far braver than they feel. They try not to glance nervously at Falconheart, who has already made his position on the matter pretty clear. "Because... I mean, with all due respect… uh... no." They can hardly believe they've even said that, the tiny word ringing out with more force than they'd expected. "Because—well, here's the thing... you—ShadowClan—can't just… waltz over here and decide what's yours. That's... that's not how this works." They take a steadying breath, feeling a flash of fear as they try to get their words out. "This territory... it's been ThunderClan's since... well, for a long time, actually. And, uh... we've got cats to feed too, just like you. We're not exactly overflowing with prey either, if... if you hadn't noticed."

Their heart is pounding, and as they try to hold their gaze even, a rush of apprehension flares up in them. Conflict is exactly the sort of thing Tallstep tries to avoid, the thought of battle tying their nerves into knots. They're half hoping that Mirestar will just... realize how outrageous this is and back down, maybe even laugh it off. But that steely look in Mirestar's eyes tells them otherwise. The ShadowClan leader is resolute, and it only makes the situation more unnerving. "So... so maybe, um, maybe you should just... head back to ShadowClan?" Tallstep says, voice wavering slightly. "Because I don't really... want to fight. I don't think any of us do. But, uh, if you're really gonna... keep this up... well, we're not just going to... give you anything." They're still hesitant, but they keep going. Tallstep feels the words bubbling up like they have to say them. "We all have a clan to look after, right? But... you don't get to look after yours by... by stealing from ours. That's... that's not how this works." They fall silent, ears back, their heart racing as they stare back at the ShadowClan leader. They doubt themself as silence reigns. Should they turn back? Should they go to camp and warn someone that Mirestar is here making outrageous demands?


[ tallstep is open for combat once the battle begins!! he does not have any planned interactions yet so feel free to attack him :] ]​

 

[PALEFIRE]

Palefire hated the Shadowclan border. Neither the Thunderpath nor the creatures that lived in the marsh beyond it held any fond memories for the young warrior. She'd only ever had bad experiences here, and would be a fool to expect that to ever change. But she'd grown complacent; perhaps they all had, in the wake of their victory in overthrowing their traitors. It had been peaceful, for once, and the idea that things might finally be turning their way was easy to cling to. She should've known that nothing good ever lasted long, it never had before.

The forest is eerily quiet tonight, perhaps a sign of what is to come. The slender lynx-point trailed quickly after Leafhusk, glancing back on occasion to ensure that her apprentices were both still keeping up. Her eyes lingered on Ivorypaw for a hair longer, as they always did when they came close to this part of the territory. Even after all this time and everything she had survived, Palefire couldn't help but worry about the alabster girl. Internally she knew that both of her charges were stronger than that, but she cared for them more than she'd readily admit.

So lost in thought was the pale warrior that she hardly noticed when the rest of the patrol slowed down, though when she did her icy blue gaze quickly fell to the haunting figure of Mirestar lingering on the wrong side of the border. Something about the sight of them had Palefire's hackles rising insinctively; why were they standing over there all alone? Waiting to be found? It was more than a little unsettling. Her tail brushed across Meadowpaw and Ivorypaw's flanks in turn, quietly signaling them to stay alert. Whatever this was, she had a bad feeling about it...

"We are claiming this piece of land for the foreseeable future."

A revelation she truly never would have seen coming. Falconheart barked a shocked laugh and Leafhusk reeled in disbelief, trying to remain the calm voice of reason. But Palefire snarled furiously, her claws already unsheathed and digging into the frozen earth. "You can't be serious." Tail lashing behind her, she took a step forward to stand at her lead warrior's shoulder. "Did you honestly believe we would just give you our territory? Why should we give a rat's tail what happens to your clan? You clearly have no issues with making our lives more difficult, so why don't you crawl back to your marsh and suffer in silence," she viciously echoed the sentiments already issued by Leafhusk, voice dripping with venom. To hell with keeping the peace.

Palefire could practically feel the ground melt beneath her paws as her blood boiled with rage. The absolute nerve to trespass on their territory and make demands of them, as if Mirestar had any kind of authority over them. As if Thunderclan would not die for what was rightfully theirs. After everything they had just endured, after everything she had already lost, Palefire would sooner burn than allow another cowardly snake to steal away their sense of safety.

Falconeheart's suspicions mirrored her own; there was no way that Mirestar had come alone if they truly intended to take what Thunderclan owned, but the lilac-furred molly found she didn't care. "This does not need to turn into a battle." The insult of the offer alone made her spine tingle with the anticipation of a fight, and she felt in that moment that she would gladly spill Shadow-filth blood tonight. Her lip curled to reveal teeth bared in a cruel smirk, as if begging them to make a move, and a crazed glint flashed in her eyes. Run along home now, while you still can.

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  PALEFIRE ♡ she / her, warrior of thunderclan, 20 moons
  ⭃ lh lilac lynx point w/ low white and blue eyes
  ⭃ single, crushing on no one / npc x npc / sister to bluestride
  ⭃ mentoring meadowpaw & ivorypaw / mentored by nightbird
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / all opinions ic
  ⭃ underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by limerence ↛ @limericks. on discord, dm for plots.

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[MIRESTAR]

Although Mirestar has dared to hope for opposite reactions, ThunderClan does not react well to these demands. They refuse the urge to back down when faced with the disbelief and hostility — even with the knowledge that their warriors are behind them, literally and figuratively, they feel awfully vulnerable right now.

"What good?" Mirestar responds to Falconheart first, confused by the question. "Any strip of land is precious in these times." Perhaps this... strategy, so to say, has not crossed their minds just yet. It is thievery, but it is with reason. Mirestar would rather have the other Clans deem them an awful little rat than hear the rumbling of their Clanmates' bellies. Plus, they think only to themself, your territory is the easiest to take. It will do Mirestar no good to get hit by too much confidence right before the battle begins, but then again, ThunderClan does not know what they know. Has RiverClan been discovered yet?

More of the patrol's members speak now, and Mirestar does not bother to answer them. They simply meet their gazes — and they once again stop their body from reacting on its own, forced to listen to Tallstep's rambling. Leafhusk, Tallstep, then Palefire... they all speak their truths, and Mirestar gives them the chance to do so.

And when it's all said and done, they rise to their paws.

They aren't sure how they manage to remain this calm.

"So, it's decided..." they murmur with eyes closed. Perhaps the ThunderClanners might think they are going to take this as defeat and slink back to the marshes. "I gave you the chance to back out. Just remember that."

When Mirestar opens their eyes again, they sparkle with determination.

"ShadowClan, attack!"

All ShadowClanners present may attack now!

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[leafhusk]

leafhusk’s small patrol bands together to rightfully call out mirestar’s ridiculous request. it was helpful to have cats that could say what she could not, because of diplomacy of what have you. she eyes the shadowclan leader curiously, awaiting their response, golden hues widening when they finally stand.

the victory is short lived, if you could even call it that. shadows at mirestar’s paws begin to violently twist and curl, as their loyal clanmates come out of hiding. leafhusk had been a fool.

crowfood! her heart pounds in her head, ivory claws sliding onto the ground. she whips her head around, making eye contact with her apprentice. she trusts him to get this done; for a heartbeat, her eyes almost look like they're apologizing to him. "orangepaw! tell roeflame we need reinforcements by the shadowclan border! hurry!"

fetching @ORANGEPAW. for reinforcements!! + not open for combat, planned interaction!

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[ORANGEPAW.]

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- orangepaw feels sick as he stands next to his mentor and hears what mirestar has to say. they're... taking territory? no, that can't be right. that can't be fair. why was starclan letting this happen? why did starclan think that this was the path that they have laid out for them? his tail swishes nervously as he stands as tall as he can. he is a tall cat, one easily could mistake him for a warrior. he's supposed to be one, too, but he doesn't feel it. not really. but this isn't about him... it's about his entire clan right now. he has to be there for them, but he is worried. he tries to hide that on his face as he sends a silent prayer to the stars. it's all he's got right now.

starclan, please. keep us safe. don't let this happen to us. we've... we've tried to be better. we didn't do anything wrong. so, save us. maybe the stars just are tired of listening. as more cats appear, slinking from the shadows, he tries to hold his ground. he is shaking for a moment before he shakes his head, and pins his ears back. it isn't until his mentor speaks that he turns his head towards her. she... she's right. they need help. they need help, now. he turns in heel and runs off as fast as his body will allow him.

// closed for interacts besides planned ones! gone to get help, but will be back for the battle !

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  ORANGEPAW ✩ he/they, apprentice of thunderclan, 12 moons.
  ⭃ rather large polydactyl orange tabby with white markings, green eyes, a broken left hind leg, and scars on his face and right side
  ⭃ npc x npc // no known family. mother is deceased
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ not necessarily great in battle. semi easy to attack due to lack of experience alone.
  ⭃ penned by scar ↛ @salemdraws on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[Swansong]

⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ 　In the dark of the marshes, Swansong hides. Wide, glassy eyes watch their leader, perked ears listening intently. A peaceful offering, first... She finds within her a quiet respect for the leader's decision. Though ShadowClan was told to prepare for battle, here they offer a kinder resolution. Food to keep their clanmates alive through the harshest season, in exchange for the life that ThunderClan has taken.

It is more merciful than they deserve.

Thunderclan makes a mockery of us. The spirit's words echo in her ears. Watching from her hiding place, she can hear them doing it - so boldly, as if they are not the ones in the wrong. Playing dumb; it's insulting. They must know that this is penance for the life they stole. They must know that they are not equal. They have seen ShadowClan starve season after season while they glut themselves upon squirrels and mice. So self-righteous, so selfish.

Her claws sink into the soft mud. Mirestar declares their attack.

"A shame..." comes a rasping, crooning voice from the weeds. "No more blood... needed be spilled today..." They hold little sympathy for the forest-dwellers. The stars warned her of this; if they will not respect ThunderClan, then they must be taught to.

Applejaw will not die for nothing. They will paint their mourning across the brush in shades of crimson.

Pale eyes drift across the small patrol, searching for a suitable target. Their paws creep closer. "Remember, ThunderClan... That this was your choice," she hisses into the quiet, just before everything shatters. She catches a warrior within her gaze: young, nervous, cowardly. The sight of it makes her lip curl.

In one fluid movement, Swansong leaps from her hiding spot. A moonlit phantom, claws outstretched as she tackles the bicolored tom to the ground. Empty eyes unfocus as they stare down at him. Any one of them could be Applejaw's killer. All of them deserve her wrath- StarClan's wrath. Swansong raises a paw; his belly is turned up towards her, and they can so easily imagine it spilling red across the earth.

Their breaths shake.

I FELL ASLEEP WITH A VISION ⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ AND I ALMOST PULLED IT THROUGH‎

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  SWANSONG　☾　she / they, warrior of shadowclan, 19 moons.
  ★ a pale, silky-furred cream tabby with tired blue eyes.
  ★ dreamy and detached, known for her perpetual sleepiness.
  ★ halfshade x smogstar, littermate to applejaw, garlicheart, & ashenfall.
  ★ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ★ penned by SATURNID ↛ saturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[sneezeduck]

As the ShadowClanners pool quietly into position around their lone leader, Sneezeduck's thoughts crawl with something crooked, something unusually cruel. At the advisory of his leader, he is instructed not to kill; he grimly recalls Applejaw's unsolved death right at this border at the merciless paws of ThunderClan, and wonders if their leader ever had the same considerate heart.

Mirestar is doing far too much for the culprits. Patiently listening in to each ThunderClanner's piece, allowing them a chance to argue their case or back down. Before his Clan's curse had settled into a particularly dark pit in his heart, a Sneezeduck may have readily agreed with diplomacy, and naively would have abstained from battle all together. Now, all he can do is grimace with disgust as the high-and-mighty rest on their riches. Enough talk, he yearns to growl at the yammering young warrior, who pleads not to fight and kindly insists ShadowClan goes home.

It twists his heart, how familiar the nervously chattering warrior is to him.. a shattered mirror.

Of course, ShadowClan did not come here expecting easy access. It's why the warriors are so primed for battle - as he glances over at his newfound friend, Swansong, he sees a mimic of his taste for vengeance in her eyes. So, at Mirestar's command, Sneezeduck bunches his shoulders and lunges out from the undergrowth. He swears he can hear Siltcloud speaking into his ear with her warped, gargling voice. This is it. This must be what I've trained for.

He finds the closest opponent in the fray, a young apprentice who had chirped a naive 'hello' upon their arrival. For a moment, he merely stalks in front of her, eyes dull and uncertain as if doubting his choice of opponent. Her coat is plush and well-kept, without the smallest mark of suffering on it. Her brown eyes, round and startled, cause him to hold his forward stance for only a moment.

She looks like him - innocent, curious, soft. An old him, still blissfully oblivious to the horrors of the world. Under a different circumstance, maybe they could have been friends, sharing tall tales and daydreams. Just like.. me.. Sneezeduck takes another calculative step forward, then.. hesitates.

"You can still leave," the young tom says slowly, as if uncertain of his own words. Then, more decidedly he mews, "You should. I am.. merciful.."

In the back of his mind, he pictures Applejaw rolling in her grave, waiting for justice... a deep shame, coated in anger, simmers within..



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[ivorypaw]

Mirestar is calm, but their request is met with snarls and rebuke. "We are claiming this piece of land for the foreseeable future," they intoned, their blue eyes gleaming through the darkness. Ivorypaw shifts her paws, uneasy now; she glances at Palefire, who sneers in the ShadowClan leader's direction. She isn't the only one — Falconheart, Tallstep, and Leafhusk herself are quick to snap their jaws in ridicule, to send the marshland cat back where they'd come from.

Ivorypaw tenses, just a little, wondering how Mirestar will take the rejection. To her relief, they do not seem surprised; their voice remains calm, supple, until they lift it to reach the shadowed forest beyond: "ShadowClan, attack!"

At once, shapes move about in the darkness, cloaked in gray shadow. Ivorypaw stiffens now, rooted to the ground. Mirestar had not been alone, had never been alone — and their Clan is here, now, their eyes piercing the gloom, their claws glinting in the moonlight.

She snaps her head, finding herself facing a lean tabby with stripes black as night. He is not much older than she is, but nevertheless, she can tell he is a warrior grown. His pelt is littered with still-healing injuries, and as close as he is, she can scent the stench of the mire on his breath. His eyes are golden, stoked with fire, and she backs away a half-step, a growl beginning to rumble in her throat.

This is like... she thinks of Scarletpaw, pushing her face into the mud, and her tail begins to lash. But it's not. He's telling me to go — he's telling me he'll be merciful.

Ivorypaw bites her lower lip. A kittypet would take that mercy, she thinks. A kittypet would flee the scene entirely, its tail between its legs, never to be seen again. Ivorypaw's mother would never have raised her hackles against another cat; Ivorypaw's mother would never have spilled her blood for a piece of frost-bitten forest.

She narrows her eyes. Turmoil sweeps through her, hot enough to keep the cold at bay. I belong here, she tells herself, remembering the scorn in Scarletpaw's eyes, remembering the sight of deathberries tucked into flesh. "I'm ThunderClan," she hisses in return. Her heart pounds in fear, but she remembers Howlingstar looking down on her, naming her Ivorykit; she remembers Palefire, bringing her her first bite of flesh; she remembers how she'd fought to win back her home.

Ivorypaw's hackles light like white flame along her spine. "I'm not going anywhere!"

She unsheathes her claws. They scrape against the frost, the dead leaves. Ivorypaw lunges forward, aiming a swipe of her claws to Sneezeduck's left ear. Around her, the forest bursts into chaotic flame.

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

• ooc: fighting @sneezeduck :)
• Adora . Ivorykit . Ivorypaw, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 8 moons old, ages realistically on the 16th.
  — mentored by Palefire ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored n/a.
  — thunderclan apprentice. npc x npc, gen 1.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh white she-cat with curled ears and brown eyes. compassionate, righteous, naive, idealistic, self-doubting, self-destructive.

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[Swallowflutter.]

OUR LOVE STORY
COULD BE KINDA GORY ​

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swallowflutter ❀ 13 moons ❀ polygender ❀ any pronouns ❀ shadowclan warrior​

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There is a thrill of excitement that Swallowflutter cant shake no matter how hard she tries, as two toned figure sinks deeper into the shadows and waits. Ambush and stealth is what shadowclan has always done best, and despite bright ginger patches, Swallowflutter is no different - carefully keeping silent when he slinks along, tail flicking slowly from side to side. Theres a quiver or nervous anticipation- whiskers trembling as mirestar speaks to the patrol, before claws unsheathe themselves in preparation. And there is no hiding the unholy glee that lights up mismatched blue eyes as Leafhusk spits on their offer, as Mirestar produly calls them forth and they leap from the shadows. Teeth flash in the low light, grin stretched wide - this is going to be fun.

━ actions & " speech, " & 'thoughts/quotes' ━

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( ━ F A R ━ F R O M ━ B O R I N G ━ )

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// preplanned interactions only, please do not intervene
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[SHARPSHADOW]

It was a little wistful maybe, to do it the way Mirestar had... Not with claws springing on sight, but with this air of diplomacy at first... A Leader seemingly on their lonesome. Perhaps the only thing ShadowClan took to well was stealth, and ThunderClan is stupid enough to take the bait, narrowing their eyes and lifting their chins as if Mirestar were the fool. Do you honestly think? they ask. Did you really expect...? they mutter. Sharpshadow's breath comes out hot even if she knows they were the fool for this. It's a different insult entirely, that they think Mirestar genuine. That they think ShadowClan soft-bellied idiots enough to demand anything without claws. Even if they hide within shadows, they're definitely there.

Sharpshadow's gaze burns. He hopes they can feel it before they can even understand where it's coming from. Her muscles strain to move. Mirestar grants her mercy— promises anything but for ThunderClan. StarClan, she could not stand the way the patronized. Since the very Clans were formed, it's the only thing they've ever done.

Brittle leaves of satisfaction bloom as Swansong barrels for the most insufferable of them. She sees him: her former apprentice, stalking forward as if he hadn't a thing to use. Sharpshadow cries from darkness as he demands, " Fight for your life, Sneezeduck! " For the lives of kits that could go hungry. For the endless number of ShadowClanners, dead or gone. Maybe if they had done this sooner, more of there Clanmates would still walk among them.

Leafhusk calls for reinforcements, turns her head. That's a mistake. Adrenaline makes him quick; twists a visage of anguish into one of black-lipped ferocity. Her leap is full-bodied. With claws unsheathed and on standby, yellowed fangs aim to clamp into the warrior's shoulder.

OOC: shouting to @sneezeduck & then attacking @leafhusk !

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[sneezeduck]

Some part of him hopes that the apprentice will heed his warning and turn tail. In part, so that he can fight someone worthy - so he can find the true murderer among them. In part, though he struggles to come to terms with, he doesn't want to bat up a cat who seems barely out of the nursery. As much as he's changed and tried to mature, he's still...

Sneezeduck!

The shout of his former mentor cuts through the cool air and jolts into him like a flash of lightning - in the same moment that the young apprentice declares her loyalties and intents. When time seems to slow between that moment and the girl leaping towards him with outstretched claws, Sneezeduck remembers just what is at stake - this land means fed mouths and the survival of their full nursery. Ivorypaw may not be a formidable foe, but she is still a roadblock.

If there were any innocence, Sneezeduck was mistaken. He had learned so much, but was still oh-so naive, to believe there was such thing as mercy in this world.

At Sharpshadow's command, Sneezeduck's lips curl into a snarl and he backsteps to avoid the brunt of a lashing paw, feeling the snag of a tiny claw on the edge of his ear - a sting that only fuels his fire. "So be it," he hisses back as he lowers his stance before lunging forward like a viper past the snow-furred apprentice and spinning swiftly on his heel to lunge into her exposed side with outstretched claws that cling into her back, in an attempt to barrel her down into a somersault on the chilled ground.

WADE IN WATER THROUGH DARKNESS YOULL SOON DISAPPEAR ☾

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  sneezeduck. a young shadowclan warrior with a complex for vengeance and justice. son of duckshimmer. brother to singeglare and swallowflutter. mentored by sharpshadow. mentor to none.​

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• ooc. attacking @ivorypaw ! planned interaction!

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[TALLSTEP]

Tallstep barely has a moment to take in Swansong's chilling words before she strikes. Her words hang in the air like frost, a venomous promise that sinks deeper into their bones with each syllable. They're alert, yes, but not prepared for how swiftly she springs from the shadows. One second, the marsh is silent and still; the next, Tallstep is flattened beneath Swansong's weight, her claws pinning their shoulders with a force that knocks the breath from their lungs. A yelp escapes them, high and startled, more a reflex than anything else. They feel a flash of fear, sharp and hot, as they struggle against the weight pressing them into the mud. The marshy ground gives way beneath them, slick and cold, making their limbs slide uselessly as they try to push Swansong off. Her claws dig in deeper, a reminder of how little leverage they have right now, how little control they hold in this instant. They feel the cold night air and her pale, burning stare, each heartbeat driving home the realization that they're caught.

Swansong's gaze is something terrible and distant, empty yet filled with the promise of violence. Her claws hover, just above their belly, and Tallstep knows what she's imagining—what she wants, what she thinks they deserve. They try to focus, to steady their own heartbeat thudding against their ribs. They know they have to act now or there won't be another chance. A rush of adrenaline surges through them, and with it, a flash of clarity. They're not about to lie down and let her decide their fate. With a fierce twist, they manage to shift their weight, legs kicking out to find any bit of purchase they can in the mud. Gathering their strength, they dig their claws into the ground, and with a forceful shove, they twist their body sideways. The move is frantic, more instinct than strategy, but it's enough to loosen Swansong's grip just a fraction—enough to slip out from under her weight.

Their heart pounds as they scramble upright, muscles taut with both fear and determination. They're out of breath, mud clinging to their fur, but they don't spare a glance back. With a quick, desperate burst of speed, Tallstep darts away, paws pounding against the marshy ground as they put as much distance as they can between themselves and Swansong. They feel her gaze on their back, a prickling weight that urges them forward.

[ next interaction is preplanned, please do not attack :) ]​

 

[ivorypaw]

The warrior does not initially make his move against her; he seems to battling something internally, something that makes him hesitate against her. Ivorypaw is not skilled enough to take advantage of this; she waits, unsure, until another warrior calls to her opponent. "Sneezeduck," the spiky-furred lead warrior shouts at him, "Fight for your life!"

Any hesitation burns away like mist in the sunlight. Sneezeduck, as the warrior she faces is named, manages to back away from the worst of her attack. Ivorypaw feels the tip of her claw snag the flesh of his ear, and that's enough for the ShadowClanner to retaliate. "So be it," he hisses, and, snake-like, he lunges for her. She hardly has time to react before his claws find her back. She yelps at the sensation and slumps to the ground under his weight.

And now — now she's trapped. This isn't like her fight with Scarletpaw, where they were evenly matched — where they didn't truly want to hurt each other. This is a ShadowClan warrior, and he wants what belongs to Ivorypaw — wants it enough to hurt her for it. Ivorypaw squirms uselessly under Sneezeduck's weight, her mind blind with panic.

She attempts to slash at Sneezeduck's nose bridge with her claws; she aims another blow just below that, where the soft flesh of his throat is. "Let me up!" She sounds like a frightened kittypet, even to her own ears.

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

• ooc: fighting @sneezeduck
• Adora . Ivorykit . Ivorypaw, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 8 moons old, ages realistically on the 16th.
  — mentored by Palefire ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored n/a.
  — thunderclan apprentice. npc x npc, gen 1.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh white she-cat with curled ears and brown eyes. compassionate, righteous, naive, idealistic, self-doubting, self-destructive.

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[BASILPAW]

It had came as an suprise when he had been invited to join this raid...that most mean that Mirestar had some faith in him then, right?. Fighting for the clan and its future were a noble thing, it was something that a warrior was expected to do. So if he could prove himself right here and now, if he actually put down a good fight showing all of his potential then surely Mirestar would make him into a warrior!, and that failed warrior assignment would be an forgotten embarassing memory never to get brought up again!. Yes, he could be brave and fiercy just like his brother, and while this might not be a fox he would fight this was just good enough!.

Basilpaw felt confident as he followed along the patrol that day, hiding in the shadows once entering thunderclan's territory in wait for Mirestar's signal. He could do this!, brave last words....- words Basilpaw would eat up for sure. The moment Mirestar called out for war, Basilpaw with a wide grin jumped out into the battlefield ready to fight and earn his warrior name!. Today was the day he would prove to his whole clan that he was not worthless!, and they all better watch him.

He rushed in, blindly so as he tried to find an opponet, someone who dared challenge Basilpaw who would suffer under his claws. That thirst for glory really was so tempting, so taunting, and soon he would have it all. He just knew it, that today would be his day!.

// preplanned attack!, please don't interfere unless you're @ADDERSNAP >:)



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