sensitive topics ALL OF MY DIRECTS ♡ INVASION?

[SALAMANDERSNAP]

Claws curl into the earthh beneath her, as Mirestar speaks with the patrol. As expected the patrol is outraged that Mirestar would so much as dare set paw upon their borders, claiming a sliver of their territory in Shadowclan's name. Her nose wrinkles, lips drawing back into a silent snarl as the patrol orders them to leave, unwilling to let part of their territory go. Moments later Mirestar tells the patrol that all of this could have been avoided, before raising their voice to call the battle patrol together.

"Thunderclan fox-hearts!" Launching herself at the nearest Thunderclan cat, she aims to leap onto their back, rolling them to the ground. If successful, her next move is to flip them onto their back, pinning them to the ground while she kicks at their exposed belly. Shadowclan was going to win this fight. She wouldn't leave until revenge has been served for Applejaw.

thick tar on the insideㅤ ☽｡⋆ㅤINFO.ㅤ/ㅤ09/19/2024

• ooc: no preplanned interactions!! anyone is welcomed to attack her!
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  ■■■■■■■ ✶ salamandersnap. warrior of shadowclan  ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ་༘࿐⋆｡𖦹°⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
  ☽ㅤafab female, she/her | bisexual, single
  ☽ㅤ25 moons old | ages every 00/19/00
  ☽ㅤwarrior | mentoring stonepaw
  ☽ㅤlong-haired black smoke
  ☽ㅤnpc xx npc | close with none
  ☽ㅤwritten by halimede, ic opinions | tags‎

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[CAMPIONSONG]

I'm not a fighter. Not even close. When I came to the colonies, it was for my family. Not to die in some pointless battle!

Campionsong thought as he followed his fellow soldiers to war, like the poet were nothing more than a martial machine of machinations, a dog simply pursuing a trail at the behest of its master. Thunderclan ran in tandem to the quivering branches and the tangled knolls, to a destination that he wasn't sure that he would escape from. The wily tomcat had always come out clean through any scrapes in his life, always saved by those who cared too much about him to let him die. (What had he done in return for them?) Trepidation reigned truest within his spindly body, for he knew he was no belligerent animal designed to extinguish life, and only imitated the form of a warrior while living in Thunderclan. As if he lacked the instinct that was wired into all wild cats at birth, he only traversed Thunderclan like some sallow ghost, expunged of his teeth and his nails. Heart thrummed within his chest, a wicked and wild thing that threatened to overturn through his maw. The once-colonies had always fought over trivial matters such as prey or territory or honor, though Campionsong had always taken it as though it were a precursory call, a warning twisting the knife into his chest over and over again. Battles would always happen again, and sanguine would always be shed. There was no learning from one's mistakes, not as long as hunger and pain existed alongside them.

I don't want to bear my fangs at anyone. Cowardice came easy to the older warrior, as he had spend his entire life meandering around like an indecisive river, winding along whatever path the world carved out for him. The Thunderclan patrol thinned out as they leapt into the madness, rushing past him in white-tipped waves. Seeking to rend away skin and peel back the softer parts of themselves. He could not bring himself to join the fray even as shadowy figures began to devour them alive, as if hounds of slavering jaws and pinpoint eyes, levying their lives just for a chance at more food for their ailing kin. That was what got to him the most - there was no guarantee that prey would offer themselves into trying hands, or that their queens and kits would stay plump and fed through the winter. It was all a gamble, a waste of a war. In the midst of it all, Campionsong lost his son, who should have been right besides his flank. "Basilpaw!" The warrior cried out, regret like a spoor that bled out of him, reneged from his duty as a mentor and father to protect his apprentice and son. Frantic olivine gaze darted from each indescribable mass of writhing and fighting masses. Sand-colored pelt flashed upon his periphery, and he whipped around to see it for himself.

Claws flailed too-close to Basilpaw's throat, movements of the Shadowclan warrior's limbs not a tortuous flurry but a calculated strike, aiming to hew upon sunshot pelage. Plume-laden molly had taken hold of his son, weapons aimed straight for the boy's gossamer throat. The universe seemed to stop spinning, just so he could behold the horrible sight of his greatest joy being seized from him. She's going to kill him. She's going to kill him! Goddamnit, she's going to kill him, and you're just standing there like an idiot! Campionsong had failed to keep his child safe, like his will was a conformable ball of clay, flattened and rolled and printed on with the fingerprints of all of his rues and regrets. He failed his children, his mate, his family - they were the only things that mattered in his life, the only things he could ever fight for.

I don't want to be that cat anymore. I don't want to stand by anymore and watch my life run before my eyes. I want to, I need to fight! The thought came like a white-hot shock upon his spine, dragging his body upwards and ready. It did not belong to his own mind right now - it only became a vessel for the unspoken verses of love. For everything that he couldn't say out loud.

The striped tomcat quickly closed the distance between he and Swansong, and aimed to clamp his ivories into the nape of her willow-worn neck. He didn't care if he drew saccharine reds from the source, if he wounded the other so badly she could never fight again. He would make sure that she did not lay her paw onto Basilpaw. "Get off of him, you fox-hearted monster!" Campionsong growled, with impassioned words muffled by the downy fur within his jaws. Run, Basilpaw! Dilated eyes attempted to signal to his son, ringed in the light of weltering fear.

( Preplanned interaction, please do not interfere! Attacking @Swansong and defending @BASILPAW! )​

 

[ROEFLAME .]

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Her enemies claws do not miss their target, thorns pull and split at the ThunderClanners flesh, leaving thin lines the crimson blooms etched across Roeflame’s jaw, her chest, her forelimbs, all singing the same fiery hum. The tabby cannot remain like this forever, her grip already loosening around the ShadowClanners throat.

The ShadowClanners claws find purchase in the warriors soft underbelly, and Roeflame lets go before she can be torn to shreds, effectively being tossed from the enemy warrior.

Her world tilts on its side, and Roeflame lands in a crouch, her balance wobbling against the dull aching from where the other had kicked and clawed. Warm blood dribbles from the corner of Roeflame’s mouth, and her body feels although it’s been touched by lightning.

She cannot see past the adrenaline that turns her physical pain into anger, nor the red that tints her vision. Around her, ThunderClan was losing, her warriors howl's rung in Roeflame’s ears.

We’ve lost. She knows, and when her opponent rolls to her paws, Roeflame is upon her without a second thought, her forepaws driving down on the warriors shoulders and forcing them to expose the back of her enemies neck. Damned if she’d give the other the chance to turn the tables. “Was it worth it?” The deputy snarls. Whether or not the cat below her answered, it wouldn’t change the ending of this fight. Without hesitation, Roeflame goes for the kill. Her fangs finding their target and sinking deep, blood bathes her tongue, and it makes the tabby’s belly twist in disgust. Still, when the tabby lets go her enemy would drop limply to the ground, dead.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── I GOT A POCKET ⋅✴⋅ A POCKET FULL OF SUNSHINE ──┐‎

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  killing @Needledrift <//3
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  ROEFLAME ✩ she/her, Deputy of Thunderclan, twenty-seven moons.
  ⭃ petite cinnamon silver ticked tabby with murky green eyes & a small scar over her left eye.
  ⭃ mate to Burnstorm ☀ mentor to Dovepaw & Dwindlingpaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted ☀ underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[Needledrift]

☾ Needledrift twists wildly as talons sink into her skin once again, angry and eager to harm, digging deeper and deeper with every wrench and buck. Spittle flung from her crooked jaw, hot and bloodied (those whose blood it was would never be proven.) Copper-sweet clung to the back of her throat as she let out a furious yowl - claws had found purchase between her vertebrae and sunk deep.. if she had known that the scent of blood could be so cloying, she would have never allowed Ferndance to name their daughter something so morbid.

Had it always tasted this strong?

Roeflame snarled something in her ear from above and Needledrift spat at the timbre, the stench of ThunderClan searing the inside of her nose: “ThunderClan has fallen; StarClan favors the honorable,” she hissed defiantly… finally..

finally, for in the next moment, Roeflame's teeth had buried themselves in her throat. A strangled cough escaped from her maw, red and raw… dribbling from her lips in a macabre display of acceptance. “Oh-”

the forest began to warp ahead of her - first, head on and then (all to suddenly) on its side… on her side! Oh, Bloodwing, Bonechill, where… her children, she… her babies. she needed her babies. They were safe, they had to be - I - she, oh - they - Ferndance, Ferndance, Ferndance!, Ferny -

“Fer-” a final sigh against the frosted ground, a quiet plea for comfort in the face of the yawning void. But before she could touch her beloved for the last time, the darkness had already claimed her.

Her birthright… and now her last rites tied together with an inky black bow, as only a true ShadowClanner would allow.. even in death.

// AVENGE ME MY BRETHREN !!! i gotta..
I gotta lay down ... owie ... my heart... ​

 

[sneezeduck]

While Ivorypaw reels from the impact of Sneezeduck's claws, the unthinkable happens.

It happens too quick for him to react. In his peripherals, where a friend's mother and ThunderClan's 'honorable' deputy fight, one had fallen. One had fallen, and then the other, and then the other - until, at long last, one does not give up. The boy's head whirls around, and the forest goes silent.

His ears ring. His eyes see red. In the moment it takes to comprehend what just happened, everything comes back to him - the sounds of fighting, the hissing of his opponent, the stench of blood. It is then that he realizes that this whole time, his senses have felt underwater. He had been tunnel-visioned on a cat who doesn't deserve it.

Sneezeduck pictures himself as Applejaw; he imagines seeing through her eyes that fateful night, the night she fell and painted the destiny of two Clans in red. He sees shadows - he sees the silver-cinnamon warrior that is now the pinpoint of his vision. He looks down to his paws and sees red, sees.. white. Applejaw, no.. Needledrift?

"NEEDLEDRIFT!" Sneezeduck howls with such fearful voice that his voice cracks. If the apprentice lunges for him again, he is swift to swing a back-handed paw her way with a barking demand; "Move!" ..and then, he is on his thrumming paws in a mad sprint towards the fallen queen and her killer.

With all his might, he takes from his back paws and is airborne - his teary eyes sting as the cool air hits them - towards the murderer that had laid waste to Needledrift. "Murderers!" he snarled, spit splattering aimlessly from his maw as he makes impact with the warrior, throwing her to the ground in a show of pure adrenaline.

Sneezeduck's lungs ache. His arms ache - with the prolonged fighting, with the impact of downing an older warrior. But he holds steady, keenly aware of the lifeless body next to them. As her head hits the ground, Sneezeduck swipes at her aimlessly, blinded with a fury unknown to him. "She was a mother!" he cried out - wondering, are her children running to them now? Do they see him, avenging their mother's death, and wish it was them?

Another swipe, uncertain to land, is thrown her way - he furiously blinks away his tears, but nothing clears his vision. "She was a mate! A fine warrior! And you - you -" ..he loses his words to a gargled growl growing in his throat. His forearm burns with strain as he lifts it.. he imagines his claws glinting heroically in the blessed starlight, ever the strange and wonderful boy - there is no time or want to ponder just why the molly had not yet thrown him off. Why - why are you not fighting?

Without the same hesitation he had given that little apprentice, Sneezeduck brings an outstretched claw down to the tip of the molly's chest, between her ribs, and swipes downwards in one swift swoop, with only a flickering flame of hope that the result proves fatal.

He sees red. He sees.. Needledrift, Applejaw, he sees.. Chilledstar. Sneezeduck's chest heaves in quickened breaths, and he wonders if he had been breathing to begin with. The trees move and dance along his vision, spinning - and he stands over the deputy, stunned. His ears swivel each way as he hears the thrumming of paws towards him, from anywhere and everywhere at once.

He leans forward, eager to see if the deputy's life dims from her eyes.. when a sudden force takes to his body, and the spinning world tips upside.



// powerplay perms given! withdrawing from @ivorypaw and attacking @ROEFLAME . in a planned interaction! this is left open for anyone from either side to get sneeze off of roe!

WADE THROUGH WATER IN DARKNESS YOULL SOON DISAPPEAR ☾

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  sneezeduck. a young shadowclan warrior with a thirst for vengeance - a self-appointed justiciar. son of duckshimmer. brother to singeglare and swallowflutter. mentored by sharpshadow. mentor to none.​

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[WILDHEART]

Experience could go a long way in a fight, and Wildheart had plenty of it. He had heard Singeglare’s approach before the attack hit, and it was those vital seconds that gave him the opportunity to brace his body as the ShadowClanner collided into him. He let his body go slack which allowed him to roll with the strike. The claws raked him but failed to find purchase thankfully.

The ThunderClan warrior tucked down into a half roll before he whirled himself round like a storm seeking to destroy all in its path, and he attempted to crash his skull into Singeglare’s chin before following up with the attempt to pin the other feline to the ground beneath his claws. ”Vermin! You dare to attack us? I’ll make you pay.”

//Fighting @SINGEGLARE
Rolled 17 for Defense, and 17 for Attack
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[FERNDANCE]

A shove pushed her away from whatever the ThunderClanner had planned for her, the cinnamon tabby's paws colliding with the frostbitten earth, her belly scraping along dried grasses. She turned her head and then her body, seeing Needledrift and Roeflame, but as she pushed towards them, another separated them, a ThunderClanner. Ferndance tried to move past and was shoved back, panic entering her heart. She couldn't be fighting someone else, her family needed her. Needledrift needed her.

Ears pin back and wildfire burns in her eyes. "LEAVE!" She screeched to the warrior that blocked her path, outstretched claws scoring deep marks across their face. Bared teeth threatened to tear their throat out as she headbutted, but she found thin air when the ThunderClanner retreated with a yowl, leaving behind a sight that she had never imagined in all her worst nightmares. It had only been seconds... what had happened?

Sneezeduck had Roeflame beneath him, from here, she could be convinced that ThunderClan's Deputy was already dead. She tilted her head down and saw her beloved with a red coat. She never remembered Needledrift sharing the colours of a lukewarm sunrise, she had always been the sunset, a beacon of promise for those who hunted within the dark. She is hurt. She could not see where Needledrift was hurt or refused to, the corners of her eyes burned as if seeing the end of her days play out before her. She is not moving.

She cradled a paw beneath Needledrift's head, wincing at its weight, the fact that Needledrift could not hold it up herself. She is not here. She gave a little shake, expecting to see a pair of mint eyes looking adoringly back at her, ready to claim that it was not that bad. It couldn't be that bad, it had never been that bad. Even when her jaw had been dislocated, even when she'd been sad or Nursery-bound, Needledrift got up. So why wasn't she getting up now? What was different? Needledrift was the strongest cat she knew.

Ferndance knew why, but to admit it was to admit that she had lost a piece of herself that could not be as easily replaced as a stolen trinket. She nudged Needledrift with her head and began to lick at her open neck wound, actions accentuated with purrs she hoped could heal her mate as they'd done before. The taste of copper numbed her tongue, Sneezeduck's words were lost in an ocean of confusion and when her maternal gestures didn't work, she took a better look at her beloved. "Bug, are you there? Bug?"





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[BASILPAW]

He had barely touched them!, how?!, Basilpaw was struck with horror over how pathetic his attack had landed, how bad he actually was. But he had no time to pause, to allow his back to be open for long. So he would swing around, still with wide terrified eyes to meet his opponent who came flying through the air towards him. Basilpaw stood no chance...his whole world started to spin when his skull got rammed and as he got tackled back towards the ground he bite his own tongue so he could taste his own blood. Defeated, exposed, and vunerable he lay on top of his own back as he stared up at his attacker like a scared rabbit, blood dripping down from his own mouth. His breathing slammed rapidly through his lungs, his throat and he find it difficult to breath...like a sharp pressure was graping his throat.

Basilpaw realized shortly after what it was as he came to stare down at the claws that were touching his exposed throat. The apprentice catch a look up at his attacker again and the look of murderous intent send shivers down his back, and it made his breath get trapped in his throat. Just one move, one move and he was done for!. No, no, no!. He did not want that. He did not wish to die today!...not like this... Basilpaw panicly lifted up both of his paws as tried to grap a hold of Addersnap's paw that was holding his throat by a death grip, he would dug his claws into thier leg if he could, while desperately trying to hold it still....so he couldn't move it. " D-don't...!...please don't !! " he stammered, staring pleadingly at his death reaper who was here to claim his life. I don't want to die!!.

Basilpaw was fearing for his life and in that moment he regretted everything, to have come here...to have thought he even stood a chance in a real fight. He should have stayed back home, where it was safe and not play around with his own life for...for a clan who didn't even care about him!. If he died here...no one would care, and he wasn't even sure if it was his fear of losing his life to be worse in this situation or to know no one would cry for him..that no one would miss him ..that..that his brother wouldn't care, just like Swallowflutter had predicted. It would be good if he died...no longer a nuisance running around annoying them all...stealing thier space and time. A failure who didn't belong in thier clan.

That was why they had sent him out here to die.

" No...no...sa-save...me." Someone, anyone, save him from this cruelty. Tears glimted in his fearful eyes as he started to plead out the name from the only one he had who actually might care about him. " Sno...w...lark..." he sobbed out the name of the only one he had left in this world, his best friend and brother, the lead warrior who was not even here in this raid to save him - the only one who would.

Snowlark save me!!!

And then suddenly, the weight got lifted from him, that deadly paw removed from his chest. Basilpaw watched wide-eyed as a shadow swiped in knocking his death sentence away from him. With a gasp he rolled back on his stomach and without even looking back to check, to see who it was or even if they might need his help....Basilpaw crawled away...until he was able to stand up and stumbled the first steps before he was running, fleeing for his own life as he went for the forest. Without even looking back even once Basilpaw fleed the scene and was running straight back to the safety of his clan's territory to leave all and everyone of them behind.

He only cared to save his own life.

// aaaand basilpaw is out! (':




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[Briarthorn]

.·:*¨༺🕷༻¨*:·. Palefire says nothing in response, and Briarthorn can’t help but feel a pang of relief- far too often she saw time being wasted on frilled words over action.

Briarthorn’s claws catch against her opponents flank with a satisfying tear, but before the ShadowClanner is done, Palefire surprises her with the quick way she twists- that’s bound to hurt. Not as much as the feel of a row of fangs piercing your flesh, though. A contorted sound bubbles from Briarthorn’s throat; a strange mix of what could be a snarl and a yowl.

The ThunderClanner releases her grip and Briarthorn grunts against the kick, curling her spine inwards to minimize the impact to her ribs, in the same moment the warriors claws free themselves from her enemies fur, but Briarthorn doesn’t waste a heartbeat before she’s lunging towards Palefire again, this time with the intent to drag both herself and ThunderClanner to the soil by the shoulders, where Briarthorn could attempt to deliver a rapid series of unsheathed kicks to the warriors ribs and underbelly. Protecting her own by keeping her the top of her hindlegs curled in towards her belly.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── KEEP YOUR DEMONS ⋅ ࿏ ⋅ ON A LEASH ──┐‎

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  BRIARTHORN ꔫ she/her, warrior of shadowclan, 12 moons.
  ⭃ slender, lean-muscled black she-cat with sharp hazel eyes & large ears.
  ⭃ daughter of Forestshade && Vulturemask ࿏ sister to Screechpaw && Sweetpaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[mottledpaw]

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Her lips pull back in disgusted snarl, listening to the other cat parade around like ShadowClan's presence fighting this battle determines whether or not it's honorable. Regardless if they lost their own blood here, they were cheating... using another clan to divert half of their attention, knowing ThunderClan didn't have the numbers to win both. (If they were divided, did that mean they couldn't win either?) The horror settles in suddenly, sending a jolt of fearful energy down her spine... and maybe that's why she misses. The hesitation of a daunting reality.

The world spins with the sudden tilt of her body, the sensation of weight slammed against her- the twirling itself is disorienting. The opportunity to try and snag at Talonpaw goes missed as his own paws slam down against her a second time- Shit! Coltpaw had been too loose an opponent, one with predictable, flailing movements... this wasn't the same. Mottledpaw lets out a stubborn hiss, curling her legs close before kicking out to try and shove Talonpaw away. To buy herself some time to get back to her paws... to avoid being pinned.

If it was unsuccessful, the best she could do would be to try and protect her belly and slash for the eyes to keep teeth from sinking into her throat.

@talonpaw.
no interference please!​

 

[ROEFLAME .]

-ˋˏ ༻ ☀ ༺ ˎˊ-

There’s no time to process, no time to even take a step away from the dead warrior before there is another crashing into her. Roeflame’s head hits the ground with an aching thud, and she is face-to-face with another ShadowClanner, younger; hysterical.

Stray jabs catch against her skin, but Roeflame is able to use her forepaws to take the brunt of them, hissing in retaliation; “we all belong to somebody, kid!” War did not care, your enemy was not thinking of your kin waiting for you at home, or your kin that could very well be dead by now- drowned, killed by an enemy warrior. Even with another danger whisker-lengths away, Roeflame’s adrenaline is beginning to ebb, her energy wasted on what little defensive blocks she could throw. Why won’t you fight? He demands; and leaves no room for an answer.

Within a blink, his claws come slicing down on her, tearing open her flesh from sternum to ribcage, opening a trail of fire in the lacerations wake. Roeflame screeches against the dirt with her teeth clenched, breaths becoming shallow while her chest begins to grow tighter.

Her attacker is young, and when he peers down upon her Roeflame takes the opportunity to kick her hindlegs towards her and up, aiming to throw him off of her with what little strength the bleeding warrior had left to give.

She rolls to her paws without hesitation despite the way her wound writhes in agony. Around her, ThunderClan still falls, their warriors were no match. “ThunderClan, retreat!” Roeflame calls, graveled voice cutting against the battlegrounds song. She winces, though briefly, while her warriors disengage, she looks to Mirestar. This isn’t over. It is them who will be burying their dead tonight.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── I GOT A POCKET ⋅✴⋅ A POCKET FULL OF SUNSHINE ──┐‎

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  ShadowClan has won this round ! time to go lick our wounds <//3
  
  

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  ROEFLAME ✩ she/her, Deputy of Thunderclan, twenty-seven moons.
  ⭃ petite cinnamon silver ticked tabby with murky green eyes & a small scar over her left eye.
  ⭃ mate to Burnstorm ☀ mentor to Dovepaw & Dwindlingpaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted ☀ underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[PALEFIRE]

They were evenly matched, it would seem. The battle raged around them as the world almost seemed to quiet for a tiny, significant second. One second where neither warrior moved, and Palefire felt as close to peaceful as she had in moons. Strange. This was where she belonged, where she was at her best; fighting for her clan, tooth and nail.

Blood flowed freely from her flank but the adrenaline of the fight was intoxicating, and she didn't feel the pain. Soon enough, Briarthorn lunged for her again, sharp paws colliding with her shoulder and the weight of both their bodies toppling the pair of mollies to the forest floor. She cannot defend against the barrage of rapid blows to her belly, her eyes stinging as the soft skin tears. So she grits her teeth and tries to dig her claws deep into the Shadowclanner's side, dragging them down slightly.

If the kicking finally broke for a moment, Palefire intended to seize the opportunity by sinking her teeth back into Briarthorn's flesh, but as she reared her head back to strike, her eyes tracked a flash of movement beyond them. That same weasel of a tomcat who attacked her apprentice was now making a furious beeline for their deputy. Only he wasn't holding back now like he had with Ivorypaw; icy blue eyes widened with horror, her own danger forgotten as she watched Sneezeduck tear into Roeflame's chest.

Without hesitation the lynx-point ripped her claws away from Briarthorn and used all her remaining strength to flip onto her back in hopes of dislodging the ebony warrior from the grip on her shoulders. A feral growl rumbled in her chest as she leapt to her paws, racing across the moonlit ground to reach the silver tabby. "GET OFF HER!" She roared as she prepared to bowl him over, but Roeflame managed to throw him off just before she arrived. The lilac-furred mollie's eyes widened slightly at the sight of her battered body, but there was no time to worry.

The deputy called for retreat, and Palefire cast one last venomous glare back to Briarthorn before pressing her shoulder against Roeflame's, hoping to support her. Her gaze scanned the bodies that littered the area, seeking out stark white and fiery red pelts. "@ivorypaw, @Meadowpaw, let's go!" She wasn't leaving without them; if she had to carry them home by the scruff then so be it. And Shadowclan had better pray that both girl's were okay, or she would return for them with a vengeance.

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‎‎ooc ♡ info

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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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[ORANGEPAW.]

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- mere moments before he fully blacks out, the grip on his throat is released and in a shocking event he sucks his breath back in, gasping pathetically for air as he rolls back over, coughing heavily, his eyes wide and unsure. she... was letting him go. by all meaning of the word, she had him– she could have ended it all there but for whatever reason the stars show him some mercy. he feels a mix of drool and blood seep from his tongue down his jaw and he only shakes his head as his vision– albeit blurry– comes back.

"th...tha...thank you... a-and s...sorry for your... l...loss..."

it's not an admission of guilt but a hope that she may heal. that they all may, even in spite of all of this. he squeezes his eyes shut and all of the adrenaline pumps his heart faster than he likes. but it matters not. he stands fully, looking over as his ears hear the order to retreat. they've lost. his ears only pin back as he rushes to help the deputy.

"roeflame!"

he calls out, ignore the agonizing pain within him to help. he just has to help.

// briefly interacting with @BLOODWING // trying to help @ROEFLAME . retreat!

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── honestly, i thought that i would be dead by now ⋅❁⋅ calling security, keeping my head held down──┐‎

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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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[MAPLETUFT]

Be safe, don't stray too far, is what she had told Lavenderpaw before the battle had begun... And yet she patrols on the outskirts, looking for an easy opponent (she does not want to kill, but she would, if she must) to slap down until her eyes catch on Needledrift shoving her mate away, locking in battle with the Thunderclan deputy... And then it happens all so fast, and teeth clamps in to Needledrifts exposed neck before she could even move towards them... Shes already running, too late... Sneezeduck throws himself in to battle with the deputy and yet she only feels ice-cold shock.

Once she reaches Ferndance, and Needledrifts body, where the former is trying to cradle the latter, she feels her heart begin to break... But they don't have much time. Maybe... Maybe she can be saved, "Come on," she breathes out, voice void of emotion despite the rolling of tears that begin to stream down her cheeks as she tilts her muzzle down towards the stilled body. They had just took a walk together, hadn't they? She can hear Needledrifts unpleased voice in her mind, ringing clear as day when she had stepped right in to a muddy puddle. The phantom feeling of mud crawls up her back, because in an effort to cheer up the other, she had flopped in too. "We need to get her- her to Marblepaw and Starlingheart. As- As soon as possible! They can help," she speaks rapidly, stumbling over her words. They have to have something to help... All the while, she can feel the creeping dread of Needledrift actually being dead settle within her chest. Dead, like her daughter, dead like her mate, and now she loses a friend...?

Shes dead. No shes not. She isn't moving. Shes just tired. Theres blood everywhere. It can be fixed. Its too much to be helped. Starlingheart is a seasoned medicine cat, she can do it. She isn't breathing anymore. It can be fixed, it can be fixed, it can be fixed, it can be fixed.

"Lets get her back, okay?" she clenches her teeth so hard together that for a second shes afraid they've shattered within her gums, pain bursting within her skull. "She'll be fine once we get her back," she lies through her teeth, to both herself and Ferndance, to the Stars above, begging for help, begging that Needledrift gets up, begging for something to happen.

Shes reminded of the great battle. Of the bloodshed without care. Of the deaths they all had to endure. You fought so hard just to be murdered. She blinks as more tears slip down her cheeks, tilting her head up. She cannot imagine how Ferndance feels... To have your mate slaughtered in front of you... She feels sick. What use was the journey, then... What use was all of this? Her eyes slide over her clanmates as battles begin to die down. Surely someone has some sort of medical knowledge...?

𝖶𝖧𝖤𝖭 𝖳𝖧𝖠𝖳 𝖬𝖮𝖮𝖭 𝖨𝖲 𝖡𝖨𝖦 𝖠𝖭𝖣 𝖡𝖱𝖨𝖦𝖧𝖳 *•.🍁.•* 𝖨𝖳𝖲 𝖠 𝖲𝖴𝖯𝖤𝖱𝖭𝖠𝖳𝖴𝖱𝖠𝖫 𝖣𝖤𝖫𝖨𝖦𝖧𝖳

• talking to / assisting @FERNDANCE + looking for help
• ❥ mapletuft ʚ♡ɞ cider
  ❥ cis female ʚ♡ɞ she/her ʚ♡ɞ 53 months
  ❥ shadowclan warrior ʚ♡ɞ mentoring lavenderpaw
  ❥ long-furred chocolate torbie/cinnamon tabby chimera ʚ♡ɞ elegant & flowy
  ❥ "speech, F17E23" ʚ♡ɞ thoughts
  ❥ widowed ʚ♡ɞ bisexual
  ❥ smells like spice & cool night air ʚ♡ɞ warm & crisp
  ❥ penned by chuff

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[vixencrown]

the white and black splotched femme moved quickly through the territory. as quickly as she could, with the lingering fear of killing another cat still fresh in her mind, the blood still terrorizing her nightmares. it was no wonder as she arrived at the scene she found herself stunned. because she didnt see shadowclan versus thunderclan, or them trying to steal their territory, she saw sleekserpent leaping towards her.

vile filled her throat as her blue eyes widened, her body moving to cower, instead of fight. and then claws ripped her out of her visage of reality as she was slammed to the ground. her breaths panting. the stubbed tail warrior would blink away sleekserpent- her former clanmate, to see an apprentice that she didn't recognize standing over her. an apprentice that she swore, wasn't there before. red spilled from her shoulder and flank, painting a white pelt in deep blue and sending fresh metallic sense into her pink nostrils.

and for a moment, she lost herself again. her blue eyes raged, everything she had been working on. everything she had wanted to control, she lost. she let out a yowl, a battlecry, finding herself aiming to slash a slender paw of ivory daggers towards the apprentices face, then using her legs to try to kick the apprentice off of her. She would not lose. she could not lose.

but this time, she would not aim to kill.

@STONEPAW


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[tigerwing]

tigerwing had faith in her apprentice. howlpaw would be fine, she knew this well. as they approached heavy on the battlefield, it instantly split off into the midst. she barely had time to stop him, barely had time to draw it back to her. so instead, she would keep her ears craned for her name. again, she had faith in howlpaw. he was young, but resilient, and had already scared off a dog. which that, already, was something that bloomed intense pride into her features as she stalked around the edges of the fight, green eyes unaware of the presence that lurked in the shadows.

her heart thumped like a rabbits, quick as her breaths as the scarred chocolate torbie stayed free from the thunderpath and closer to thunderclans side, instead eyes watching the heat of the battle. her gaze flickered for the smokey black bundle of fur, hoping to see him. she was not aware of presence that lurked behind her...

@Swallowflutter. !!!!
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[talonpaw.]

talonpaw played into the thunderclans apprentice attempt to shove him off, a smirk crossing his features as he landed carefully back onto his paws. he used it for his own advantage simply, seeing carefully tucked away feelings of fear line green eyes as blue threatened to read her very soul. the white toes of the smokey apprentice would lift, threatening to lunge headfirst, but instead, he connected his paws with the ground, and twisted to kick hindlegs instead into the molly as hard as he could while she tried to stand. in hopes to disarm her, to realize that this fear that flashed in her eyes was real. shadowclan was winning, and there was nothing they could do about it. if successful or even unsuccessful in knocking her back again, hed turn to her, one eye watching her carefully- observing for a moment as he began to circle her like a predator a piece of prey.

"Has Thunderclan even taught you how to fight?" he asked, curiously, flicking his tail behind him in a manner of almost dismissing her. but he was curious in the other. the idea that she seemed... too cautious.. too, fearful. "It would really be a shame if they threw you into battle... unprepared." He almost laughed, if that was something known to the boy- alas it wasnt, and instead, he finally scoffed.

"I dont even want to waste my time on fighting you. you're not prepared for war," he added, monotonously. he could tell by the franticness in her muscles, when he was over her, the subtle tones that made him at least think she was either holding back, or worried about other things. " 'cause this aint some silly apprentice training game. this is real." with another flick of his tail, he moved to turn away. A glance over his shoulder, and adding- "'sides, i dont like to spill unnecessary blood. come back when youre ready. for now, run little thunderclanner, listen to your clanmates retreat, as they should."

and with his back turned, he chose to show mercy on the molly, and walk away as what he felt was being the bigger apprentice here.

@mottledpaw
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[BASILPAW!]

( 𖤓 ) "thunderclan," he pants as the snowy feline turns to him with venom. "didn't kill anyone!" basilpaw lashes, foolish, untrained, and swansong gets in a blow. claws hook into the skin on his chin, pulling twisting, until they slide through crimson down to his throat. the boy swallows, panic welling in his chest as he coughs, thrashing around to escape her. it is all so slow, so deliberate, and he feels as if he and her are suspended in time. her paw moves, honey-captured as his gaze meets it... chin... throat... claws pushing.. pushing.. the breaking of skin, and then time speeds back up.

basilpaw is shoved away violently, his claws catching in the silken fur of his enemy as she is torn from his grasp. a breath escapes the boy, and he tastes copper in his mouth from where he has bitten his lip. blood drips down his chin, staining downy fur a deep, saccharine red. a familiar scent breaks through the haze of blood-stench - campionsong, his once drowsy eyes wide with fear, pupils dilated. basilpaw can see himself in them, a twig of a boy, ichor draining from his veins. his father clamps strong jaws around his enemy's neck, and basilpaw doesn't run. how can he, when his father has just saved his life. "papa!" the boy (for he is just a boy) gasps, and takes a step back, snowy paws stumbling in the leaf litter.

IF YOU LET IT ALONE 𖤓 IT WILL SURELY GROW

• // battling @Swansong and being rescued by @CAMPIONSONG, do not interfere please >:) "#FAC966"
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  BASILPAW 𖤓 HE / THEY, APPRENTICE OF THUNDERCLAN. MENTORED BY CAMPIONSONG. SIBLING TO MERLINPAW, WOLFPAW, SUNNYPAW. 8 MOONS OLD, PENNED BY LAVS
  
  
  a cream ticked tabby with high white, and green eyes. a tall boy sporting a chaotically ruffled coat of pale cream tabby. darker ticked stripes flow down his fur, and band around his legs and face. his chest, stomach, muzzle, and most of his tail are white, and he has ferny-green eyes that sparkle with mischief.
  

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[SHARPSHADOW]

Fangs dislodge from a shoulder wet with ichor. Sharpshadow doesn't let the taste of it on her tongue distract her as she is shoved away. Her hiss is clipped. Blood and bile is spat onto the ground in the brief moment that they're seperated. Only barely does she feel the sting in her shoulder where Leafhusk had dug in her claws— though she knows it will hurt like hell later... But later, the territory would be theirs. Then, surely, Sharpshadow wouldn't be worrying about any nick on her shoulder or sting on her chest. ( They're more than nicks, really, but- whatever. )

Even if he wanted to be distracted, he thinks he hardly could be. That is, until she hears Sneezeduck's furious howl. He would not make the same mistake ThunderClan's Lead Warrior did: he wouldn't take his eyes off the enemy— but Sneezeduck is screaming, and in that single glance she gives, Needledrift is bleeding, Ferndance is rushing, and just when she thinks another moment of hesitation would cost her her life, ThunderClan's call to retreat manages to drown out the thumping of her heart.

More clearly now, he can feel blood runoff matting black fur. Leafhusk's gaze is held. Maybe its a stupid thing, to feel triumphant. Sharpshadow would not smile, he would not sneer. Dull eyes flare wide. He breathes in the stench of victory. It's bittersweet. His chest heaves. " Go, " he tells her. Left unsaid: You go to your clanmates. I'll go to mine. He hopes Leafhusk returns home with a limp.

Sharpshadow turns on the balls of her feet. Urgency overrides the need to wince at the pain. And- He's no Medicine Cat. He's no one that can patch wounds or talk to stars... Practically the only thing he is is a ShadowClanner, though. And ShadowClanners know death. Even if they did not acknowledge it in words... Ferndance and Mapletuft were ShadowClan, too. Sharpshadow swallows, thick. " Starlingheart is waiting in the tunnels, " he reminds them. Shakily said, " Bring her. "

She would help. Of course she would, but, " Sneezeduck, " she whirls toward her former apprentice, alive. And- that's lucky. Not what any of them should have expected. Left reeling from Roeflame, Sharpshadow rounds him. He holds his breath, things to help him up, but- but it's overbearing, isn't it? Sharpshadow had picked himself up, when WindClan came for their throats. Maybe he would've wanted to be, but... it was coddling, wasn't it? His paws do not graze him. His eyes are wide. " ...C'mon. " Congratulations could come later. If he needed someone to lean on... well, Sharpshadow wouldn't move.

He couldn't go- not yet. He would stay to see every ThunderClanner turn tail, and maybe for once, he could feel something other than dread. The whole Clan could.

A question is spoken quietly to Sneezeduck, " Where's Basilpaw? " As a grey gaze passes over the heads of friends and foe... she tells herself she'd spot him once ThunderClan is gone to lick their wounds.

OOC: disengaging from @leafhusk, briefly talking to @FERNDANCE and @MAPLETUFT and then going to @sneezeduck!

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