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[Roepaw]

// tw mention of blood and gore

The ringing in his ears had begun again the second they moved away from the scene of the crime. Roepaw hadn't noticed the way his mentor had lagged behind to take her trophy before they moved back to camp. He didn't notice the way the blood had begun to dry to his face, cause it to be difficult to move and express emotions as tears eventually slowed and snot began to dry. When both mentor and apprentice finally reached camp he paused, ears pinning to his head before he looked over to Beefang as she moved past him and swam into camp, the apprentice slow to follow behind.

Any questions that would be shot his way he ignored as the apprentice searched for his mother, eyes wide before he spotted her familiar pelt and the fire-hued feline found himself moving forward and pressing his face into her side before sobs wracked through his body once more. "He's dead mama." Kit-like he mewed out, ears pinning to his head as tears re-wet blood and began to transfer from one cat to the other. "I didn't want to but he's dead... he's dead." Who was dead he couldn't muster up the strength to say, though he was sure it would be shared soon enough.

THE WORLDS SMALLEST VIOLIN 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 REALLY NEEDS AN AUDIENCE

• -- @BEEFANG @SWIFTFIRE but no need to wait!
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• 𓆟 LH red tabby w/low white & blue eyes
  𓆟 Swiftfire x Hush
  𓆟 Brother to Amberkit and Dreamkit
  𓆟 easy to befriend/interact with
  𓆟 "speech", thoughts, attacking
  𓆟 easy in combat
  𓆟 peaceful powerplay allowed

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[BEEFANG]

ᨒ AN EYE FOR AN EYE, A LEG FOR A LEG. A SHOT IN THE HEART DOESN'T MAKE IT UNBREAK ᨒ​

࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ — / tw mention of blood & gore

It had been done. The tomcat that had taken out her eye and was at fault for her marred appearance is finally dead after a few moons of plotting to get back at him. It gives her a wave of satisfaction as she stops briefly to glance over at his body that had been torn to ruin, she makes sure that Roepaw goes on ahead, and doesn't hesitate to kick debris onto Hush's stilled form. Her jaws clamp down onto his ears that she had purposely left intact so that she could take it and present it to the very clanmate that had decided to lie through a shy, toothy smile. The very same that helped them get rid of the rogues only to turn around and lay with very one that had taken out her eye, the reason that she's so uncomfortable to look at not that she cares about that.

It doesn't take long for her to catch up to her apprentice with a few strides and she slips into camp, for a heartbeat, she pauses for a moment only to follow after him since she's aware that Roepaw would lead her directly to the traitor. Her lone eye trained onto Swiftfire for a moment only to spit out her trophy to the side so she could catch a glimpse of it and see the large ear along with a smaller one. Once the former queen had a good look at it, Beefang torn it into mince meat until it wasn't distinguishable anymore that no one could tell that it was an ear to begin with and she buries it under the soil. "Swiftfire." Her name slips from her mouth in a eerily calm manner only to step away, her feathery tail swept behind her in a quick motion.

Her lonely eye searches for her leader and once she catches sight of her, she approaches steadily with a small frown on her maw "Lichenstar." A quick dip of her helm before lifting it once more to nod in the direction of the chimera queen that had her son pressed into her side, "Swiftfire has been seeing a rogue from the same group that stole our prey, killed our clanmates, and kidnapped Shellpaw." Her amber eye carefully watching Roepaw for a few heartbeats deciding not to pin the kill onto him as she continues, "The same one that took my eye and he had gotten too comfortable around our border, I dealt with him." She doesn't know how Lichenstar would take to this information but her voice didn't waver nor stutter as she delivered it on a silver tongue.

"If you don't believe me. Ask Swiftfire yourself." Beefang says finally and turns her eye to Lichenstar carefully, she didn't care what the Riverclan leader would do. No, all she wanted is for Swiftfire to be seen for her betrayal despite the river dwelling camp having provided her everything that she needed to learn how to live amongst them and being fed until her kits were finally born. Moonbeam's precious herbs being wasted on someone so ungrateful makes her teeth want to grate against each other but she remains calm and collected despite the blood that stains the white parts of fur on her body.

She hadn't been pleasant to gaze upon at first but the blood made her downright uncomfortable to look at and her tattered ear flicks to the side as she adds on "I would like to take Cicadaflight and a few warriors with me to dispose of the body entirely before it attracts unwanted attention." They could dump the body into the gorge or further into the loner lands but just off of Riverclan territory so it wouldn't bring more rogues or even predators into their land.

ooc - speaking to @lichenstar

⡠﹞SHES NOT A BAD KID ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ BUT THEY HAD TO DO IT, SHE HAD TO CRACK﹝⠢

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  WARRIOR SKILLSET;
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧ HUNTING
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧ TRACKING
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧ COMBAT
  — ✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧ STEALTH
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧ STRATEGY
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ SWIMMING
  — ✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ CLIMBING
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  ✦ a shorthaired black smoke molly w/low white and a singular amber eye
  ✦ oftentimes comes off as untrusting of those around her, closed off, and not the easiest to engage in conversation with, she's not easy to befriend. distrusting of outsiders and will snap at you if y/c walks up to her on her blind side. all her opinions are IC only.
  ✦ 14 moons old; ages the 10th every month
  ✦ asexual homoromantic; mated to moonbeam
  ✦ currently mentoring... roepaw ; formerly mentored by smokestar
  ✦ firstborn daughter of cicadastar and smokestar
  ✦ sister of cicadaflight and cricketchirp
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✦ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[claythorn]

The scent of blood is what draws her from the nursery. Her stomach has begun rounding- walking is getting difficult, much less being able to turn her head to reach spots on her back to lick smooth. But the scent of blood has always made her stir-crazy, like she needed a piece for herself. Mismatched golden optics narrowed at Roepaw, how the apprentice's body seemed dipped in blood, before raising her eyes to a similarly-painted Beefang.

Since she first moved into the nursery, she wasn't as sick anymore- it seems taking it easier was helping, all things considered, but... her ear twitched as she settled down in the gathering crowd, hoping her flank found someone to support her- Otterbite, preferably, but any former queen... she was comfortable with as well. The news wasn't surprising, but her teeth did grind lightly. Rogues. Rogues, from whence Claythorn had come, still encroaching on the border, and...

Her eyes shifted towards Swiftfire, then back towards Beefang as she spoke. The Red Water Rogues. Her fur stiffened, and she forced it to lay flat, images of Hazel churning in her minds-eyes. Quick is her sharp gaze to find Otterbite, their old agreement (which was more him defending her image now) rising it's head to sigh at her. Claythorn forces her vision away, searching for a newer friend in the crowd now- spindly legs and curly fur, the gash exposing teeth on their right side.

Cicadaflight. She wants a cat she inherently trusts there. She inhaled slowly, forcing her breathing to be controlled. Stress was bad, she was told time and time again, that she needed to relax for the kit's sake. She rumbled quietly, a slow breath leaving her. Honestly, she was just thankful she wasn't more nauseous.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ┌── WHO ENCRYPTED YOUR DARK ⋅❁⋅ GOSPEL IN BODY LANGUAGE? ──┐‎

• "speech"
  

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• CLAYTHORN she/her, warrior of riverclan, fifteen moons.
  ⭃ LH chocolate torbie with mismatched golden eyes, scars across her right cheek and over her left ear. cold exterior and threatening glares, built for stamina/battle and not swimming (tall/muscled)
  ⭃ mentored by darkbranch (npc) / / mentoring no one
  ⭃ mated to otterbite / / only child
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[iciclefang]

"He's dead, Mama," a wail tears through the camp. Iciclefang lifts her marbled head from where she'd been washing herself just outside the warriors' den; blue eyes narrow into glimmering slits against her cheekbones, and she rises to her paws, swift and graceful. There's trouble. Little Roepaw stumbles into camp, his ginger pelt splashed with crimson, his sapphire gaze round with fear, with trauma. "I didn't want to, but he's dead... he's dead." Roepaw seeks Swiftfire, though Iciclefang's gaze flicks to the hulking curly-furred shadow behind him.

Beefang carries something in her mouth. Its drenched in blood. Iciclefang does not know what it is until the younger warrior spits it onto the earth in front of Swiftfire. It's... it's an ear. Ears. A chill sweeps through the tortoiseshell warrior. A grisly trophy.

The daughter of Cicadastar and Smokestar wastes no time. She tells them she and Roepaw had killed a rogue who'd hailed from the Red Water group, the same rogue who'd stolen Beefang's eye when she'd been an apprentice. Iciclefang forces her hackles to remain smooth as Beefang tells the entire camp what Swiftfire had done.

Shocked, Iciclefang swings her pale gaze to meet Swiftfire's. "How could you? Those cats killed our warriors!" Her tongue feels glued to the roof of her mouth, as though she's dipped into Moonbeam's honey supply. She thinks of her own kits, as she often does, and feels righteous anger surging beneath her splotched fur. "How could you?"

Has ThunderClan not taken from RiverClan? A voice murmurs to her, gentle but persistent. She pushes it away. No matter what her insecurities say, this is different. Swiftfire has betrayed her Clan.

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

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• Iciclekit . Iciclepaw . Iciclefang, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 26 moons old, ages realistically on the 17th.
  — mentored by Smokestar ; mentoring Pinepaw ; previously mentored Cicadaflight
  — riverclan lead warrior. mudpelt x icesparkle, gen 2.
  — former mate to Stormywing ; current mate to no one.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  sh tortoiseshell and white she-cat with ice-blue eyes. confident, capable, proud, dry, conceited, condescending, distrustful.
  
  

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[lichenstar]

✦˚.✦˚✦˚✦˚ ✧ ˚✦˚✦˚✦.˚✦

CLAIM THE BURIAL I SEEK IN DREAMS FLOWING RIVER CEMETARY ✧

• The wind smells of change.... heavy in its weight. 'Lichenstar.' Her ears sit forward at a call for her attention, a head bowed curtly but with urgency (and anger?) hidden in her formality. At first the accusation doesn't quite click- seeing... How could Swiftfire have seen anyone, camp-bound as she was, much less some rogue-blooded pest at their borders? Maybe it was Deacon... an ever-looming and persistent thorn in their side. Did she still harbor sympathies for her former colony-mates? Even after the ashen-starred blood on their paws?
  
  She stands right here, right now, as his spitting image.... A ghost of a tom she'd failed to protect. Beefang too, missing an eye alike her father, hadn't been protected either. A wallowing of her own self-pity says she has failed to protect anyone in her clan... but it's shoved down as the molly continues with the trial she puts Swiftfire on.
  
  Dealt with.
  
  Roepaw's wailing had become white noise in the moments that his mentor had taken to explaining, now drawn to clarity as he hiccups about someone being dead. That he didn't want to. "I see...." The calm of her voice doesn't begin to portray the fury that burns starting in her paws... rising up her limbs to an almost numbing level. Her belly turns, twisting, the hot sting of betrayal so familiar and so... impossible to grapple even still. I should've expected this, the lynx point thinks bitterly, crawling hungrily towards cynicism as another mark is gouged into the thin string of her trust.
  
  Iciclefang, despite her name, roars like flames. Her frustration grows more righteous, knowing this now as the second litter conceived in deceit. At least Pikesplash had the benefit of being part of RiverClan for seasons... Swiftfire had not earned such leniency... had done nothing to make herself friend to those that would control her fate now either.
  
  Her chin tilts up as she draws towards the former queen, staring down the bridge of her nose with half-lidded eyes. The answer already sits at the end of her tongue; she never should've bothered with patience... with Snakeblink's pleas for mercy. He was wrong.... Maybe if she'd made an example of Pikesplash, those who would pull the same foolish stunt would've learned. Maybe they'd actually respect her, learn to hold their tongues... hold a healthy amount of fear in their hearts. Her whiskers twitch, a phantom of monochrome fur crossing her mind's eye.
  
  Maybe, with time, Cicadastar's short temper seemed more and more sensible.
  
  "Beefang... accuses you... of breaking... the warrior code," she says, gritting her teeth through the end of her statement. "Of lying... with our enemies... the same... that killed Smokestar. That tried... to kill me. That murdered... Oxbowpaw... and Lightningstone." Sharp, crystalline eyes look for Hazecloud, a bid for reassurance, as if she could read her mind and might know Lichenstar's choice... and agree to it. "Apologize.... and beg StarClan... for forgiveness.... because I... will not be giving... any."
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[CRABPAW]

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 The day is peaceful, remarkably quiet for Crabpaw. He’s managed to avoid earning a smack to the ear for one thing or another, and Cicadaflight hasn’t dragged him on a long, grueling patrol yet. In the ginger-splashed tom’s eyes, it’s a win. The boy is in camp, practicing his fish-catching swipe on a fallen leaf, when a red-striped form pushes back into camp. It’s Roepaw, and he looks… kinda funny. Wide blue eyes, a splatter of blood… what happened to him? Roepaw approaches his mother, pressing his face into her fur, and blood is plastered between them as the sound of sobbing just barely reaches Crabpaw’s ears. And then… he's dead. Who’s dead? Who didn’t Roepaw want to hurt?

He doesn’t have to wait long for an answer, because Beefang stalks her way over to Swiftfire and drops something bloody before her. It takes Crabpaw a moment to make out that it’s a pair of ears, one smaller than the other—and then they’re gone, torn to shreds just like Beefang’s face. The warrior raises her voice, finding Lichenstar in the crowd and calling out exactly what she’d done that for. The group of rogues that had caused such trouble for RiverClan had only been around when Crabpaw was too young to remember, but they were bad. He knows that much. And Swiftfire had just… had a kit with one of them? His mother reacts with fury, and the apprentice is left staring back and forth between Iciclefang and Swiftfire with wide green eyes. "Will Lichenstar exile her?" He asks, his voice a whisper at his mother’s shoulder. He isn’t sure what usually happens to cats who betray their clans, but exiling them seems like it’s kind of a mean thing to do. Rogues aren’t like clan cats—they don’t have friends. Surely Lichenstar wouldn’t do that to Swiftfire. Besides, everybody makes mistakes sometimes, right?

i will sail ˚𓆛˚｡ reach the other side

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• CRABPAW 𓆝 he/him, apprentice of riverclan
  𓆟 ginger and cream tabby with rippling white spotting and mossy green eyes. highly emotional and difficult to keep focused on one subject.
  𓆟 mentored by cicadaflight
  𓆟 son of iciclefang ; brother to cragpaw & pinepaw
  𓆟 peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  𓆟 penned by foxlore

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[Snakeblink]

MAYBE I'D BE A SAINT IF I WEREN'T ————————————​

”She will do whatever is necessary to keep the clan safe,” Snakeblink murmurs to Crabpaw, slithering past the apprentice. The words sound stiff and wooden: he had to bite his first impulse, which was to say that Lichenstar might simply kill her. Roepaw’s mewl stings; he tries not to look at him, living proof of his mother’s misstep, collateral damage that he is.

He comes to stand at his leader’s shoulder, a little behind — at her back, letting her take point, a quiet support even as discomfort crawls up his back. He likes Swiftfire well enough; but most of all, he feels the weight of his own past advice bearing down on his shoulders, heavy enough to crack him in two: he has preached leniency, and now finds himself thoroughly proven wrong. He feels like a fool. Like he has wasted Lichenstar’s mercy, Lichenstar’s patience. He knows full well that it is a virtue that diminishes with pointless use: Cicadastar made that quite clear.

”I would accompany you to take care of the body,” he tells Beefang, eyes settled firmly on her single one rather than the blood at her maw, the torn ears at her paws. She is, if nothing else, her fathers’ daughter: sharp as claws and as quick to dish out retributions.​

——————————————————————————————————— so god damn lonely​

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  — Snakeblink • he / him. 54 ☾, riverclan warrior
  — a sleek, skinny tabby with long ears and a scar over his right eye.
  — gay, not actually evil, penned by @Kangoo
  
  
  

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