camp BY THE LIGHT OF THE MOON \ left behind

[MARBLEPAW]

It's frigid outside the medicine cat's den, away from her nest, but Marblepaw insists on sitting in the clearing. Her breath disturbs the darkness in pallid puffs; she could swear her eyelashes are freezing to her face. Her Clanmates are out, battling ThunderClan for the rights to hunt in their territory, and Starlingheart is with them, crouched in the shadows. Her heart patters softly in her ribcage when she thinks of her mentor, alone, herbs rolled tightly at her paws.

She should be there, too, where she could help. She feels utterly useless here, though she knows Mirestar must have left her behind for a reason. Perhaps for the cats who returned to camp, injured and bleeding, after the battle was over? She doesn't know. All she knows is that her Clanmates are spilling blood and having their blood spilled, and camp is near-silent.

"How do you think it's going?" A figure moves beside her; she doesn't immediately look and see who it is. Her gaze is on the swelling moon, shining frosted light on all who bear witness to it.

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

• ooc: open to anyone not at the battle! feel free to be whoever she's talking to :3
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• Marblekit . Marblepaw, she/they w/ feminine and non-gendered terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 10 moons old, ages realistically on the 1st.
  — mentored by Starlingheart ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored n/a
  — shadowclan medicine cat apprentice, formerly a rogue. siltcloud x lilacfur, gen 3.
  — currently mated to n/a.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  sh fawn tabby with dull green eyes. courageous, curious, introspective, observant, judgmental, snarky.
  
  

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[Snowlark.]

[ ༻❄༺ ] Mirestar had asked the boy to stay behind and keep watch over the clan due to Lilacfur's refusal yet the other lead warriors were out spilling blood alongside his mentor, tired yellow eyes looking towards Marblepaw who was also worrying and fretting over the safety of her clanmates which brought him over while a yawn slipped from his jaws and he ruffled his fur, gaze set on the camp's entrance, awaiting the return of Mirestar and the others.

Marblepaw's voice ringed in his ear and it took him a moment to register what she said before making a muffling "hm" noise. "Mm sure Mirestar has it under control. He has Lilacfur, Sharpshadow, and Scalejaw on his side as well as many others who are willing to put their lives on the line. I wish I was there but, they needed someone to stay back" he expressed softly, a huff of air coming from his lips as he watched the frosty air carried it away. He aimed to gently nudge the other's shoulder "Hey, we're both here and if there's a call for more help, then I'm sure we'll be the first to be asked for. So, try not to fret too much" he stated gently.

Once more tired gaze landed back to the enterance of the camp, worry settling in his chest. What if Mirestar loses a life? Or Starlingheart in harms way? There were so much that could happen, but another thought crest his mind and that was, what if they lost? They needed that land for leaf-bare, for the kits and to survive. If they don't get it, how rough will this leaf-bare will be? And how many more will lose their lives? "We just got to put our trust in them" he murmured softly.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── Where I am going is right where I am ──┐‎

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  "speak""Thoughts"
  
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  Snowlark ❄ He/Him, Lead warrior of Shadowclan, 15 moons.
  ⭃ Lithe long hair blue lynx sepia with high white, and yellow eyes. Stubby tail, permanent resting bitch face
  ⭃ Hailfreckle x Mudsplash
  ⭃ 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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[Ternfrost.]

FROM COFFIN TO THE CRADLE
I GOT DEMONS, I GOT ANGELS​

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ternfrost ♛ 24 moons ♛ female ♛ she/her ♛ shadowclan queen ​

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While Ternfrost does not, by any means, regret her kits - stars no, she adores them, for all that they were unplanned - she can't quite hide her gorwing irritation these days as leafbare sinks its claws into Shadowclan. ' I should be out there fighting' mind supplies bitterly, though she does little more then twitch her tail outwardly, keeping blank faced and tight lipped.

She has not always taken battle as seriously as she should - memories flooding her mind of the warm glow of golden fur, of tossing her friend away from the danger rather then making any real attempt to kill - but she has never backed down from a fight either. She knows she would have been a great help, if only she'd been allowed to go - forced to put the needs of her kits above her want to to protect her clan.

Tufted ears flick and eyes narrow, if only for a moment, staring at Marblepaw with an unreadble expression. " We'll win. Thunderclan doesnt stand a chance against us on the best of days - and their numbers will be splintered, " she says, assured of this fact even without being there. Shadowclan has always been the best of the five clans, to survive all that it has. They will survive this too.

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I - S H O U L D- H A V E- B E E N- B O R N- W I T H-
A -W A R N I N G- L A B E L

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//mobile ♡

 

[BATCHASER]

He lets a shiver ripple across his bicolored figure, as he laid on his side. Head on dainty pale - touched paws. Tired mismatched eyes– hidden behind a curtain of a dark fringe slide to a fretting Marblepaw and an ear flicking to Snowlark's voice. He hums in agreement with his long - haired clanmate. "Hmm... They'll be fine." He splints open his maw to let a yawn escape him. He's glad he isn't there for the battle, he'd rather not fight Thunderclan if he could help it. Gaining a scar from it too? Not for him. Batchaser rather not have to die a measly death, thanks.

He wrinkles his muzzle up at the frigid weather, carefully, slowly raising onto his paws. Shadowclan has always be great. Well... great at survival that is. The lanky tom shakes his curled coat from bits of frost clinging desperately to it, with a mindless hum. He twitches an ear to Ternfrost, head nodding along with the queen's words. "Thunderclan has no chance of winning, if they're splintered between two battles." Whiplike tail curled near his paws, as he turned his attention to the entrance of camp. He hopes Mirestar and the others will come back safe.

𓂃 𝅄᠂ ⭒ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 ☽ 𝙃𝙄𝘿𝘿𝙀𝙉 𝙀𝙔𝙀𝙎 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙎𝙃𝘼𝙍𝙋 𝙂𝙍𝙄𝙉𝙎

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• temp batchaser ref.

  

• ( THAT'S ONE ENEMY DOWN! ) ⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ BATCHASER. ╱ shadowclan warrior.
  ― CISMALE ; HE / HIM ; CURRENTLY 37 MOONS OLD & AGES EVERY 10TH.
  ✦ pansexual / not actively looking — mentoring none.
  ✦ a tall shorthaired curly black smoke bicolor with gold/green heterochromia.
  ✦ 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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[Wormwatcher]

Wormwatcher believes it all to be pointless. Their invasion upon Thunderclan territory and combining forces with Riverclan to secure Sunningrocks, that is. He's stationed just a few strides away from the nursery, ears careening forward earnestly. The tom does not want to miss anything, from camp discussions to the slightest hint of encroaching enemies. As a guard he is more useful, though he would easily do so, it would be difficult to be on either battlefield, assisting what he believes to be pointless bloodshed. There's too much uncertainty- the frost withers their what few herbs there are to find and chases their prey undergound, all while they must sustain a full nursery- to wage war, but he would not say as much, not when what seems to be the entire clan has a differing opinion.

Anxiety squeezes his ribs as he worries for Ferndance at Sunningrocks, his tail flipping angrily with concern. Wormwatcher's become a statue of nerves as he hopes for their clanmates to all return alive. His teeth grind as he listens his counterparts within close proximity, all of whom voice their hope for victory. Yes, the territory they may take from Thunderclan could prove fruitful when they're in the midst of Leafbare, but is it worth the prospect of further tension, all-out war...? Thunderclan will be battered at two fronts, but anger does strange things and who's to say retaliatory measure won't be taken? With a slump of his shoulders he sighs ruefully. It is not worth thinking about now, what he must do is focus on his duties.

"All we can do is hope they'll be fine," Wormwatcher mutters, echoing what Batchaser had said. He'd say no more and instead prowls closer to the nursery, hackles bristling slightly from his ever present anxieties.
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something lost and never seen ⋆⁺₊.𖥔 ݁☾⋆⁺𖥔₊.⋆ ──.✦ SOMETHING TAKES A PART OF ME

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  WORMWATCHER
  —— a tall, slender and angular 50% oriental shorthair black/blue chimera with low white with pale blue eyes.
  —— shadowclan warrior
  —— he/him ⋆ homosexual (closeted)
  —— 31 moons ⋆ ages every 10th

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[SMOKYKIT]

Mirestar is leading a band of warriors to go fight with ThunderClan - this much she knows, though Smokykit can't quite parse the gravity of the situation. They don't like ThunderClan, not one bit, and she's inclined to agree with the popular opinion: though she did not meet Applejaw, she still knows they were kin, and she's heard that it's ThunderClan's fault she'd been missing an aunt since before she knew she had one. While some of her clanmates share unease, some reassurances, Smokykit feels amped up, an ember set aglow within her. Though far from the battlefield, it's still exciting, knowing that her clanmates are bravely defending themselves at this very moment. Her lenses are kitten-colored, no experience with war aside from stories passed along and the fading evidence on the pelts of others, and it is with this inexperience that she so-happily slips past Wormwatcher, flashing him a grin as she goes.

It feels too dour out here, she's decided, and so Smokykit practically parades about camp, prancing past her concerned clanmates. Even in the throes of her passion, she's careful not to stray too close to the entrance of camp, knowing Ashenfall's dutiful gaze must still be trained on her, and she instead comes to a stop near the largest throng of cats. "Mirestar and all them are winning, I know it!" she announces, making no effort to match the hushed tones around her. "'Cause...we're the best! So ThunderClan can't beat us, 'cause then we wouldn't be the best." The explanation is leveled simply, as though it were something obvious - as though this was all so simple.

"ThunderClan is gonna, um, - they're gonna get what's coming to them!" The phrase feels foreign on her tongue, parroted from some other cluster of cats debating the battle, but it's true, isn't it? They will get what's coming to them - Mirestar will make sure of that, and if not them, then Swansong, or Sharpshadow, or Scalejaw, or any number of other ShadowClanners. Applejaw would receive her justice, and ShadowClan their new pick of land - in Smokykit's mind, it's so certain that there's no need to worry about the outcome. Perhaps there should be some modicum of worry about what it will take to make it happen, what new wounds may return, but she hardly cares about that at this moment. To her, wounds are not much more than scraped pads, stray pricks from brambles, or soft bruises from playing a little too rough; the idea of a fresh wound, seeping blood from between clawmarks, is inconceivable to her sheltered mind. Besides, it's not like Starlingheart or Marblepaw couldn't just fix anything that could happen, so why bother worrying in the first place?​

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ THE RADIO PLAYS A FAMILIAR SONG 𖤓 AND YOU ARE LOVED, YOU ARE LOVED ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

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• SMOKYKIT —. She/her, kit of ShadowClan
  — .Flintwish x Ashenfall, littermate to Promisekit, Tinykit, & Mercykit
  — . 2 moons old, ages on the 1st
  — .An ill-proportioned, smoky molly with bright amber eyes and an exceedingly curly, tangled pelt.
  — .Enthusiastic and vibrant, easily distracted, prideful & caring - friendly within reason
  — .Peaceful & healing powerplay permitted - brushing up against her, shoulder bumps, etc.
  — .Penned by Hijinks - feel free to DM me on Discord to plot! ^^
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