BURIED DEEP UNDER THE WATER

[PLOVERHOP ★]

࿔*:･ﾟ༄　Ploverhop's soft paws pad through the underbrush, a gentle crunching of leaves all that accompanies the movement. They are a good hunter, after all - well versed in ThunderClan's trademark stealth. For all their mischief-making and jests, they are good at what they do. They can take pride in this.

They are off to hunt on their own - an activity becoming more and more frequent these days. It's an escape, as they begin to feel more and more trapped within ThunderClan's walls. Their smile grows more forced day by day, and they find themself appreciating more and more those moments where they can just get away, rather than the reckless provocation and spitfire laughter which they have fashioned their life from. Their paws take them further and further, until the sounds of camp are long gone.

The forest is quiet. Droplets drip softly from leaves, the leftover memory of a morning drizzle. The air winds itself gently through the locks of their fur, and they are able to put all of their focus into just this: a lone hunt to satisfy the restlessness prickling beneath their skin.

Until - a familiar scent carries itself upon the breeze, and Ploverhop's head shoots up. Suddenly, they are not so alone anymore.

‎‎┌── PUT DOWN YOUR SWORD AND CROWN ༊ COME LAY WITH ME ON THE GROUND ──┐‎

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  PLOVERHOP ༊ they / them, warrior of thunderclan, twenty-two moons.
  ➳ a large, black-striped lilac cat with vivid golden-orange eyes.
  ➳ bright and bouncy with a penchant for mischief. rarely seen without a smile.
  ➳ npc x npc; former kittypet.
  ➳ 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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[darkthistle]

Careful, Everkit.

Words spoken with a measure of malice, one that Darkthistle was going to enact. Thunderclan's territory was familiar- he hadn't gone far outside of it, staying within sight of it, but over the border. What? That was compliance, with what fox-hearted Howlingstar wanted. And he was wet, but that was fine, it would muffle any crunch underfoot, any stray leaf beginning to drop from any droughted trees.

With the rain pushing down the scent of any prey or mud in the air, it left the border- it left a Thunderclanner's scent thick in the air. His ear twitched, and vision turned towards his companions, lightly knocking one on the shoulder before he is prowling into the undergrowth, trailing the lone clanner. Darkthistle's scent is picked up, but that was fine- ears were shoved forward in intent, amber eyes wide as he stepped out of the undergrowth to face Ploverhop.

"Everkit." He nearly purred, his tail swaying behind him. The grin that found his face was wide, toothy- near-haunting, with the pure hate that bled into it. The grin never reached his eyes, those of which were still wide with anger, with surprise. "It's so nice to see you again." Not. While Darkthistle blamed his stray tongue for their exile, Ploverhop was his target all along. Roaringpaw, too, but the apprentice would be far harder to catch alone.

He circled the tiny clearing they were in, intent on cutting him off from running as his companions filtered into the space. "A bit of lone hunting today?" He asked, pretending to be interested in a tree nearby, but in truth, he was peering through undergrowth and trees to ensure there was no patrol nearing. "Shame we're going to have to cut it short. Not like you were going to catch a lot, anyways." He hummed, turning his eyes back towards Ploverhop.​

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[REDFLOWER]

The morning dew softens the leaves carpeting the forest floor, muffling the rogues' pawsteps. Rogue — a filthy word, a word Howlingstar has forced upon her for trying to strengthen her miserable Clan. Redflower's eyes snap toward Darkthistle as he breaks cover first, and a smile twitches around her whiskers. Well, well. If it isn't the kittypet himself.

The tortoiseshell warrior slides from the undergrowth, her mottled flanks heaving with glee. Her ears are flicked forward, her amber eyes narrowed into fiery slits. "Haven't you learned your lesson, coming out here all alone?" She bares her teeth in a mockery of a smile. She slips close to the kittypet in question, until their pelts are almost brushing.

Redflower unsheathes her claws and aims to draw them over Ploverhop's shoulder.

"Perhaps if you were a real warrior, it would be safe for you out here," she all but coos, raising her paw for another blow.

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

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• Redkit . Redpaw . Redflower, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 14 moons old, ages realistically on the 15th.
  — mentored by NPC ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored n/a
  — thunderclan warrior. npc x npc, gen 1.
  — currently mated to n/a.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh tortoiseshell with low white and pale yellow eyes. bright, spiteful, impressionable.
  
  

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[Ravenstrike]

The tall figure of the obsidian warrior lurks nearby as she watches Redflower and Darkthistle harass the pathetic existence of a so-called 'warrior'. A haunting gaze shifts across their surrounding on watch in case of another Thunderclanner stumbled upon them. ”I would say rip her throat out and be done with it, but I want to watch them suffer.” Ravenstrike nonchalantly responds with a glare at the kittypet, rasps a tongue across curved fangs. A sudden epiphany comes to mind at Gentlestorm's recent warning to the clans, and she smugly remarks. ”Weren't deathberries red? We can disguise it as a poisoning and pretend the predators got to their body.”

She hums as she pads nearby, lowering her head as if in search of the poisonous berries introduced to them by Gentlestorm. Starclan surely loved her, another purging of a kittypet to get off scotch free? The thought makes her fangs flash in an eerie smile, holding back a maniacal laughter.
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[BRIARSONG]

☆⋅⋆ ── briarsong's tail weaves through her hindleg as she exits the undergrowth, gaze raking across the exiles, over ploverhop's bleeding shoulder. she stands near the kittypet, as if for a moment she considers putting white paws to their aide rather than their demise. her brow even lowers at ravenstrike's suggestion.

they didn't have to worry about getting caught. she did. taking the time to hunt down deathberries could very well lead to her own downfall. "why waste time trying to disguise it as anything other than it is?" she hums, drawing closer to where redflower was busy attacking ploverhop. "a kittypet playing clan, unable to defend the territory they leech off." howlingstar had to be reminded that even in her forest, her warriors weren't safe as long as kittypets guarded the borders. that exile did nothing but slow the inevitable, and it surely would not save ploverhop from this death.

"will you even try?" she muses coldly, extending her claws and aiming them to slash across ploverhop's flank on the side opposite to redflower.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── PRAISE ME FOR MARTYR ⋅☆⋅ PRAISE ME FOR SIN ──┐‎

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• BRIARSONG ✩ she/her, warrior of thunderclan, thirteen moons.
  ⭃ a well built solid black longhair with white markings and narrowed yellow eyes.
  ⭃ NPC x NPC / / former apprentice to saffronpounce
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ battle info
  ⭃ penned by vayle ↛ @vayl3 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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