camp ARMY DREAMERS &. frogvasion

[BLOODPAW]

Bloodpaw did not think it possible to find food uncomfortable, with an appetite as large as her mentor's ambitions, she knew her reaction to an invasion of prey should've been one of great glee. The grin upon her muzzle, therefore, was instantaneous before she even had a chance to register that endless frogs hopping through the camp was horrifying. The noise was like buzzing in her ears, the mindless stares of frogs entering each nest like nightmare fuel; there was a confidence in these creatures that Bloodpaw had seen in no other, that in itself was enough to make her hesitate as she ran to her family's side. A slimy paw grazed her leg and instinctively, she recoiled the limb and hissed, "Begone foxdung!" She eyed up the frog beneath her and, with a swing of a paw, sent it flying towards another clanmate - hopefully a clanmate who was better suited for hunting than she was. 'Maybe if I pretend I'm fighting Wartstar, this'll be easier,' she reasoned, inhaling deeply as she tried to find Singepaw within the crowd. A battle, and a competition sounded mighty fine right about now. "Yeeesh, I'm never gonna wanna see another frog again!"


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[Sycamorepaw!]

[ ༻ 𐃉 ༺ ] There was too many of them, too much chaos and...Sycamorekit didn't like it. Green eyes were wide and terrified as he tucked himself closer to the edge of the camp trying to keep close to the nursery as much as he could. Watching as the creatures swarmed and ribbit, while cats around seemed also be in a panic. If he was srill with Siltcloud, still within the twoleg place, then he wouldn't have to deal with this. Watching his sister swipe at at frog knocking it away from them he frown before looking at one that just stood right in front of him, starinf with its creepy eyes. "Mommy!!" he cried before he too found himself batting the frog in an attempt to get the creature away from him. Disgust shrewn across his own face, he's probably never foing to want to eat frogs again after this kind of encounter...

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── So breakable unbreakable ──┐‎

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  Sycamorekit 𐃉 He,She, They, Shadowclan kit, 4 moons.
  ⭃ LH Rosetted Cinnamon Tabby with low white and green eyes, has an extra set of toes
  ⭃ Lilacfur x Siltcloud
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted (ask first) / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by Ryn ↛ @/Rynnaro on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[Starlingheart]

Starlingheart would find the situation infinitely hilarious if Ferndance had not echoed her own concerns. The frogs breaking into camp themselves were not inherently dangerous, but what happened if something that was followed them here? Drawn to this place by the scent of many easy meals? She thinks of the kits, the elders, the injured and she just knows that that cannot happen. "Don't let them in the medicine cats den!" She cries out as she spots one hopping that way.

She thinks of the territory, of the picked over herbs and the scant few she has left in her stockpiles. If they got to the herbs she actually had left, there would be nothing for her to treat any injuries, any illnesses. She would be left with nothing more than cobwebs to stop the bleeding and that was simply not enough. She launches herself forward and squeezes her single eye shut, her whole body revolting as claws sink into slimy flesh. She doesn't watch the light die from the creatures eyes, she can't. But it must be done, as much as she detests it. The camp and everyone in it was in danger so long as these creatures were here.

( ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. ) fly me up on a silver wing

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  STARLINGHEART SHADOWCLAN MEDICINE CAT; SHE / HER ; SISTER TO PITCHSTAR, CHITTERTONGUE, NIGHTSWARM, SKUNKTAIL, AND LILACFUR. MOTHER TO NETTLEPAW, FLINTPAW AND GHOSTPAW.
  

  A skinny she cat with short black and white fur littered with scars and one singular green eye.

  ✦ Easy in battle + has little to no formal battle training
  

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[Mourningbloom]

❝ TROUBLES WILL COME & THEY WILL PASS ❞​

Of all the things he was expecting to happen, this certainly was not at the top of his list. Maybe, you know, the frogs disappearing, but not this. As frogs invaded the camp, unorganized and going about stupidly, he tensed up. This was too many, too many around them. They're just prey. Right. Suddenly with a game face, he's ready to take them on. Sloppily pouncing on any and all in his vision. Starlingheart's cry draws his attention soon enough, eyes focusing on the frog leaping towards the medicine cat den. It would have been his next victim had the medicine cat not taken care of it herself. Still, he makes his way towards the den to help her defend from the slimy enemies. Mourningbloom would certainly thank StarClan for the prey later, but for now, he was focused and ready to take them down.
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[BATCHASER]

Batchaser was pissed off. He didn't always get angry, it's rare for him to get so.. boiled over. But, the thing that irked his being was a slimy frog that woke him up from a very pleasant nap.

He was sprawled out on the cold ground, napping away in his own little world of tranquility. That was until, he heard his clanmates shrieking and a lot of croaking. What in the- The lanky tom felt a slimy creature hop onto his muzzle, he snapped his eyes open in surprise before swiftly biting down on the invader who disturbed his nap. He let out a tired but confused grunt, as he lifted himself up upon pale splattered paws.

Flicking a large ear, toward Smogmaw's voice turning his head at the chaos that was unfolding in front of his gaze. Frogs everywhere. The constant croaking and ribbiting made a shiver run down his spine, his curled fur stood on end as he looked at the masses of slimy prey. "まさか... This is so disgusting." He grumbles out, slipping into his mother tongue for a moment. Rain pummeled his short coat, he lets out a groan as his fur gets uncurled.

This is overwhelming. The bicolored tom tosses the dead frog from earlier to the side, before clicking his tongue at the taste that settled in his mouth. Lashing his whip-like tail behind him, he frowns as he snaps his head to the side as he observes his clanmates start to cull the unwanted amphibians.

He wholeheartedly agrees with Chilledstar and Ferndance on predators finding their way to camp, with the constant croaking of frogs. Batchaser strikes a frog, that got too close to his comfort zone with unsheathed ivory claws. He rolls his shoulders as he catches a glimpse of Garlicheart getting nipped by a frog. The warrior lets out a 'snrrk' leaves his maw, he didn't know frogs bit others. Didn't they know they were on the food chain? No matter.

He expresses disgust on his face as he crushes a frog with his clawed paw. He stared at the thing for a moment before flicking his tail and leaving it for dead. He blinks as he witnesses Basilpaw get freaked out, when a frog hopped onto his eye. Batchaser tilted his head as he stared the apprentice bolt away from the army of frogs, that were chasing...? hopping after their new victim.

Looking down at his front, once pale splashed fur now became a disgusting mix of frog slime and blood. He felt one of his eyes twitch underneath his curtain of wiry curls. It's going to be a pain to get rid of the mess later. He jerks his head at Starlingheart's cry, of not wanting any of the frogs getting into the medicine den. Damn. Long-limbs took him towards the medicine den, joining Mourningbloom in defending the den's entrance."If Starclan thinks, this is funny. They are surely mistaken. I am not laughing." Batchaser lets out a strained hiss before lurching forward and snapping a frog between his fangs who got too close. Dropping the slimy beast to the side, he resumes the task of eliminating the foul-tasting things.

THE DARLING MOON ‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅ HIDDEN EYES AND SHARP GRINS

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• ( THAT'S ONE ENEMY DOWN! ) ⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ BATCHASER. ╱ shadowclan warrior.
  ✦ cismale ; HE / HIM, fine with gendered terms. ; 31 MOONS & AGES EVERY 10TH.
  ✦ pansexual / not actively looking / open to crushes & romance
  ✦ a tall, shorthaired curly black smoke oriental mix with half-lidded odd colored eyes.
  ✦ battle notes — thoughts ; "Speech, 7077A1" ; attacks only
  ✦ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ✦ smells like rain-soaked pavement, mist & sweet leaf rot
  — all opinions are ic
  
  — biography / @ on discord for plots
  — penned by calzone
  

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[MORELPAW]

✧ . Emerging chaos stirs Morelkit from his slumber. Screams outside the nursery startle him, kitten ears folding back at the noise. At his sister’s movements, the blue kit shifts to follow, though he doesn’t have to move as far as she does to see what caused their sleep to be broken.

An intruder in the form of living food stares back at him from the edge of their shared nest with strange eyes set wide enough to grow the boy’s curiosity, as the kit leans forward to sniff at it. “ Hello, froggy… “ he whispers to it, his head tilting to the side. Can it hear him? Can it hear him through the panic around them? All for him and his frog friends he’s brought along?

The tired kit doesn’t understand the alarm at first. This frog was doing nothing wrong. Do frogs attack? Like rats and badgers and all the cool things Branchkit’s namesake got to fight against? Morelkit lifts his head to call for Needledrift’s attention, but the answer is quickly found without his mother’s aid.

A scream erupts from Gigglekit and she returns to the nest, colliding into him and making an enemy out of his startled, newfound friend. The frog leaps forward toward them, and Morelkit echoes his sister’s reaction with a scream of his own. Kitten paws flail at the amphibian as he pushes back against Needledrift’s side. “ Go away! Go away! “​

✦ ABOUT

• MORELKIT ✦ AMAB. He / Him. Kit of ShadowClan.
  ✧ . A blue tabby and white tom with pale, blue-gray eyes.
  ✧ . Needledrift x Chittertongue ; Adoptive son to Ferndance
  ✧ . Mentor to be determined
  ✧ . Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted!
  ✧ . Penned by Abri ‣ @_abri_ on discord, feel free to dm for plots!
  ✧ . " Speech " ; Attack
  

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[nectarsong]

"Oh!"

Nectarsong, drawn from the warriors' den by all the commotion, stops short at the sight that unfolds before them. This is more frogs than they've ever seen in all their moons, all localised to ShadowClan's camp. They're dreaming, right? They had to have eaten a bad piece of prey before bed. They'll wake up in a few heartbeats, Smogmaw prodding at their flank for a dawn patrol, and they'll sit with the memory of this strange nightmare all day. Maybe Needledrift's kits will get some amusement out of the story, if they tell it.

One brave amphibian hops right to their paw, seemingly uncaring at the pressure Nectarsong places atop it (it makes no difference, really; one trapped frog is a mere drop in the river of them that explore their new home). The vibration of its croak underpaw brings the tortoiseshell back to reality, and they blink blue eyes. So it is really happening. StarClan forbid.

Between shrieking kits and killing blows of frantic warriors, Nectarsong decides to run cleanup; as their Clanmates dart around, culling the cacophonous amphibians and trying to ensure they don't enter the dens, the warrior begins to form a brand new freshkill pile at the edge of camp. Morbidly, though not without amusement, they wonder if the frogs would notice the rapidly growing pile of their comrades.

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