DEAR FELLOW TRAVELLER ☀︎ PATROL RETURN

[freckleflame]

the last pink ribbons of sunlight are still dying overhead when her patrol returns ; she is last through the gorse tunnel, ducking and ripping through the thorns that catch so frequently on her fur. there was no time to sidestep them, to ease her way through without catching on the bramble when already she is covered in muck and dead greenery. she lets out a haggard breath, lungs burning from their half - sprint away from the hulking creature haunting snakerocks when she finally pushes into camp. the hollow opens up to a dusting of fresh frost and briefly, she wonders how well that wet dog odor would be detected through a fresh snowfall ; how well its massive pawprints would take to the mud and ice. the tortoiseshell prayed there were no more stragglers out this close to moonhigh, unaware of the creature lurking quiet in the dark.

after seeing her patrol in, she brushes light against sunfreckle’s side, panting quiet ; whether more for his comfort or hers, she didn’t know, but it eases the panic - sticken fear she hadn’t known was lingering until safety. they made it home. that was more than she could say for them in the past. her voice crackles when she lifts it, but after a brief cough : ” no one leave camp ‘til i talk to howlingstar. “ she crows, stilling the approach of smiling, milling clan cats with a sudden blanket of hush. her throat clicks on a harsh swallow, but she looks to a nearby warrior imploringly. her paws ache from the sprint, covered in muck and mud from their rummaging through the undergrowth for cover, her heart racing where shed run behind her three - limbed father and an apprentice as if she could protect them from the hound behind them. she liked to think she could have ; she would have saved them some time, at the very least, “ need her now. it’s important. “

𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙴 𝙼𝙴 𝚂𝙼𝙸𝙻𝙴 -`☀︎´- 𝘗𝘓𝘌𝘈𝘚𝘌 𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘠 𝘍𝘖𝘙 𝘈 𝘞𝘏𝘐𝘓𝘌 𝘕𝘖𝘞

• i. takes place after THIS thread. there is a lone grey wolf wandering around at sunningrocks!
  
  PATROL MEMBERS: @SHININGSUN @GINGERPAW @Sunfreckle
  
  
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  FRECKLEFLAME 𖦹 . LESBIAN, SINGLE. SMELLS LIKE SUN - WARMED OAK AND RICH, EARTHY MUSK. EIGHTEEN MOONS OLD. FRIEND & SISTER TO MANY! NAMED A WARRIOR OF THUNDERCLAN ON 8 / 3 / 2023. MENTORING NO ONE! PENNED BY ANTLERS --------------------------------------------
  
  she / her, daughter of sunfreckle and rabbitnose. big, fluffy cream - ribboned tortoiseshell with seaglass eyes. larger than life! each and every part of her is broad ; wide in everything from her face to shoulders to her feathered tail, something reminiscent of her father’s kittypet heritage in the square of her chin and hulk of her figure. she appears illusionarily fluff - ridden at first, thickly pelted in shades of fire and soot, long & tangled, knotted with undergrowth — seeming soft and pudgy, and she is.. that figure curving into hard, hidden bulk along heavyset flanks and well - muscled limbs. a characteristic lack of personal space leads her to a slouching, touchy posture, often inclined to lean or bump against her peers.
  

  

  prone to bouts of explosive emotion. all opinions are solely in - character and during these times, often untrue or said only in anger.

  
  

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[RACCOONSTRIPE]

Raccoonstripe beat the sunset back to camp, his jaws laden with sparse fresh-kill—he’d managed only two mice on this excursion, and he wearily adds them to the fresh-kill pile before slumping into the dust in the clearing. His paws are weary from patrolling, and he finds himself looking forward to crawling into the nest he shares with Nightbird, looking forward to burying his nose into the thick, fragrant ruff of dark fur at the nape of her neck.

He looks for her now, peering through the gathering dusk with glazed dark eyes. The camp is winding down now; idle chatter spikes the air. When the gorse and leaves tremble, signifying a returning patrol, Raccoonstripe turns to greet them with a lazy smile that freezes on his face. Freckleflame’s pelt is spiked and mussed; her eyes are wide, rounded leaf-colored discs. The fear-scent pools around her patrol like spilled blood.

“No one leave camp ‘til I talk to Howlingstar,” she calls, and the tone of her voice nettles Raccoonstripe. He heaves himself to tired paws, fighting the urge to bush out his own fur. “What is it now?” His eyes scan for the remainder of her patrol. “Was someone hurt? Intruders?” A guessing game, but he can’t help but admit to being deeply unsettled by the look of Freckleflame and the other warriors.

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

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• Raccoon . Raccoonstripe, he/him w/ masculine terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 37 moons old, ages realistically on the 5th.
  — mentored by n/a ; mentoring none ; previously mentored Wildheart, Moonwhisper
  — thunderclan lead warrior. gray wolf x howlingstar, gen 2.
  — currently mated to Nightbird.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh black tabby with white and dark brown eyes. charismatic, charming, calculating, ambitious, shallow, manipulative.
  
  

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[Softsight]

When Freckleflame's patrol came in, Softpaw was just finishing up some busywork chores that she'd been assigned. Her ears had flicked towards the returning patrol, but she'd otherwise paid them no mind until Freckleflame's voice hushed the crowded camp with only a few words; it was only then that Softpaw looked up from what she was doing and laid her eyes on the returning cats.

Any questions she might have had about Freckleflame's announcement were voiced by Raccoonstripe, and she glanced over at the tom as he spoke her mind, theorizing what might have been the problem that was so urgent that Howlingstar needed to be notified so quickly. Seeing the warriors so frazzled was enough to get Softpaw's heart pumping, but she maintained her calm exterior and waited to see what would transpire.​

 

[ROEFLAME .]

-ˋˏ ༻ ☀ ༺ ˎˊ-

Despite her wishes, the petals that Freckleflame had woven into cinnamon and silver fur refused to stay in their place.
It had only taken about a day until the queen had begun to shed crimson and pink, and in an effort to preserve them, Roeflame had resorted to taking the loosest of the bunch and weaving them into her nest.
Just as she nestles the last stem in, the commotion from outside is quick to make the tabby abandon her task, rushing out of the nursery to the best of her ability.
Freckleflame looks to have just come back from a patrol, Shiningsun, Gingerpaw and Sunfreckle flanking her. Puzzled, Roeflame parts her maw for a moment before thinking better of it, instead opting to seek out her leader first.
Wherever the Queen would find Howlingstar, the interaction would be quick.
”Freckleflame has returned from a patrol, she says she needs to see you. It’s urgent.”
With Howlingstar called forward, Roeflame would make a prompt return, seeing how shaken her friend was, the Queen comes to a vacant spot next to her flank, brushing cinnamon fur against patchwork in a gesture of anxious concern and comfort.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── SHE BLOWS OUTTA NOWHERE ⋅✴⋅ ROMAN CANDLE OF THE WILD ──┐‎

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  ROEFLAME ✩ she/her, Lead Warrior of Thunderclan, twenty-one moons.
  ⭃ petite cinnamon silver ticked tabby with murky green eyes & a small scar over her left eye.
  ⭃ mate to Burnstorm ☀ mentor to Foxpaw, Lightpaw
  ⭃ 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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[Flamestar]

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Life was starting to settle down for the evening. All of the patrols had returned, except for one, but they were due to return any moment now. Alabaster paws stretched out in front of her, and her lips pulled back as she yawned toothily. Her gaze turned towards the nursery, wondering what Roeflame and Moonwhisper were doing. Soon, she would be in there too. She couldn't wait to meet her clanmate's kits. Little Wolf would be so proud...she should be here to meet them. Their mother had been her denmate during her first litter...she had raised Falconheart and Stormfeather alongside Skyclaw and Duskbird. She'll still see her grandkits.

She had been too distracted in her own thoughts to see the patrol burst into the camp, but Freckleflame's order brought her back into reality. "No one leave camp 'till I talk to Howlingstar." The deputy narrowed her eyes, then hurried over to the speckled warrior. Raccoonstripe already asked what had happened, and she spotted Roeflame hurrying over to Howlingstar. She should be resting. she thought sternly, but I would do the same thing. The lead warrior was probably more than happy to fetch their leader...anything other than laying around waiting for the kits to come. Waiting was the worst part of being in the nursery...she was not looking forward to having to go in there.

"Are the deer outside the camp?" she glanced at Sunfreckle. All of them were frizzled, the stench of fear practically pouring off of them. Everybody had returned safely...She started making a mental tally of all of their clanmates. I don't think anyone is missing...All of the apprentices are here...Did they run into Baying Hound? Her gaze searched each of them, waiting for an answer. If something was near their camp, they needed to know so they could take immediate action.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── NO DAMSEL IN DISTRESS ⋅✩⋅ DONT NEED TO SAVE ME ──┐‎

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  FLAMEWHISKER ✩ she/her, deputy of thunderclan, 30 moons, ages on the 20th
  ⭃ LH red tabby with low white (masks black tabby, carries dilute, solid)
  ⭃ currently mated to Flycatcher / / mother to: Falconheart and Stormfeather
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ will start a fight, will finish fights, will kill (case depending)
  ⭃ link to toyhouse
  ⭃ penned by Icey ! ↛ @icefang65 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[HOWLINGSTAR]

Howlingstar had been sprawled across one of the rocks that littered their camp, her stomach upturned in an attempt to soak in the last rays of warmth before nightfall fully set in. In leaf-bare, one had to take what they could get when it came to heat. She had accidentally dozed off, exhausted from all of the recent happenings, and thus had not noticed the patrol's frightening return. She is only awoken when Roeflame arrives at her side, telling her Freckleflame has something urgent to report. She blinks at the queen blearily, then gives her head a shake to try and wake herself up as worry sets in.

On swift, trotting paws, she returns at the lead warrior's side, concern deepening as she spots the expressions on the warriors' faces. Flamewhisker asks about the deer, and she tilts her head silently at the patrol as if to ask if that is correct. "Freckleflame?" She probes, before her eyes shift to Sunfreckle and Shiningsun, and even young Gingerpaw, hoping for some sort of quick explanation.​

 

[GENTLESTORM]

'CAUSE SOMEWHERE DOWN THE BANK — The commotion from outside is enough to get Gentlestorm to leave his den after thoroughly checking the apprentices over and he casts them a final glance as he says sternly "Stay put and do not get up from your nests." His gaze narrows at them briefly only to place snowy dipped paws out the mouth of the medicine den and pricks both of his ears forward to hear Freckleflame telling everyone to stay in camp until she spoke with Howlingstar. It's enough to make his pelt prickle with worry as he takes a few strides to approach the growing crowd listening to what Raccoonstripe says about anymore of their clanmates being injured or if there was intruders. It's enough to make his insides twist with worry and he hopes nobody else had gotten injured, he had already used up quite a bit of herbs to heal the injured apprentices laying in several nests in his den. It had been a hard blow and he knew that he needed to restock soon, he hopes it isn't anything that will keep him bound to camp more. As Howlingstar arrives to the scene, he watches her from the corner of his eye then focused his attention on Freckleflame wishing for an answer. What had she seen out there to cause her fur to be ruffled? It makes his own prickle with unease.

WHERE THE DOGS ROAM ✿ POR LA CALLE QUE TE LLEVA A CURICÓ

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  MEDICINE CAT IN TRAINING;
  — ✿✿✿✿✿ FLESH WOUNDS
  — ✿✿✿❀❀ INFECTIONS
  — ✿✿✿❀❀ ACHES & PAINS
  — ✿✿✿❀❀ ILLNESS
  — ✿✿❀❀❀ BREATHING ISSUES
  — ✿❀❀❀❀ TRAVELING HERBS
  — ✿✿❀❀❀ BROKEN BONES
  — ❀❀❀❀❀ KITTING
  — ❀❀❀❀❀ POISONS
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  ✿ a longhaired blue sepia tom w/low white and brown eyes
  ✿ gentlestorm is a very warm individual and friendly to those who he meets, he's very social and willing to lend anyone a paw if they need it. he's very patient, caring, and it's usually rare to earn his ire.
  ✿ 52 moons old; ages the 27th every month
  ✿ widowed/not interested; mated to little wolf
  ✿ easy to befriend/interact with ; hard to anger/upset
  ✿ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✿ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[Sunfreckle]

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His ears are pinned back uncharacteristically stressed given what they'd seen, he doesn't speak as it had been Freckleflame's patrol and even worried as he was he'd not so callously kick his kit's legs out from under her in her moment of pride; she had the right to make the report even if instictually he almost did it out of habit. Sunfreckle's great plume of a tail frizzed out as he swept it over the ground, offering Raccoonstripe a silent grimace and shake of his head. Roeflame had moved to fetch Howlingstar so at the very least they would hopefully have this sorted soon. He had the utmost faith in his leader to come to some kind of resolution on how to deal with this terrifying thing.
It wasn't like the dogs, it wasn't something they could face down and chase off in a large enough group - this was something else entirely. Something worse.

——— ☀︎ light the fire, let it burn on top of you ——— ☀︎ breath again beneath the flames

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  —⊰⋅ Warrior of ThunderClan
  —⊰⋅ He/Him
  "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  —⊰⋅ Large red tabby tom w/green eyes and no left foreleg.
  

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[BURNSTORM]

He has vivid memories of the threats that had plagued his clan in the seasons he has been alive. Teeth snapping inches from his as dogs bark and howl form the forest floor, blood spattered on tusks set to impale the ones he loved. If he could, he would take all of them on himself if it meant everyone else he cared for would be safe, that he would not loose another held dear to his heart when already he has lost so many. He cannot fight infection, or sickness, but an animal? A living breathing entity bent on evil and destruction? That, he could take on with claws and teeth.

The tone of Freckleflame's voice is what rouses him from his half-slumber just outside of the nursery. He blinks against the harsh light that infiltrates his vision as his head snaps to the tortoiseshell warrior, and then his mate is moving past him, off to fetch Howlingstar and he quickly gets to his paws, a worried expression worn upon his face as he goes to stand by Roeflame's side, waiting to hear what news his friend had to bring. Whatever it was, it couldn't be good.

( ☼ ) come and take it

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  BURNSTORM THUNDERCLAN LEAD WARRIOR ; HE / HIM ; BROTHER TO MORNINGPAW, MOONWHISPER, HOWLFIRE, FIREFLYPAW, SKYPAW & DUSKPAW ; MATE TO ROEFLAME
  

  A large, sharp tongued, tom with long black fur and golden, oval shaped, eyes.

  ✦ Difficult in battle. A skilled fighter + fights honorably
  

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[SHININGSUN]

☼ There were no smiles from Shiningsun as he returned with Freckleflame, Sunfreckle, and Gingerpaw. His expression was serious and somewhat haunted with a new sense of fear that he had not expected to feel. But after what they had witnessed it was not uncalled for and it felt natural. Danger had found their territory yet again in a new terrifying form.

The warrior longed to explain what they had found, and as Howlingstar arrived he decided to let spill their grim discovery. "It's not the deer that are the issue." He would say at first in response to Flamewhisker's inquiry in particular. The deer were the least of their worries, not now that a wolf haunted their lands. "By Snakerocks we spotted something. Something that we've never witnessed before; a wolf." Just saying it aloud it felt almost surreal, like he was wading through a nightmare born from some elder's tale. The bright furred warrior looked to Freckleflame in particular as he waited to see if she wanted to elaborate on the matter further.
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[leopardtongue]

Since the apprentices had been ushered back into the camp Leopardtongue had been on high alert just in case something more happened, just in case the owl that had gone without a meal came back in search of revenge. When the patrol returned with dread etched across their faces she thought this is what had happened so quickly she'd come over with ears pricked as Howlingstar was gotten and a frown plastered itself on the warrior's face as she heard the inquiries.

It's not the deer that are the issue. Shiningsun confirmed that it wasn't that, and she nod slowly before he continued on and eyes quickly found themselves widening as the rosette tabby found herself holding her breath for just a moment in the shock of it all. "A wolf?" She asked, incredulous. This was certainly something that wasn't experienced often, something she'd never personally seen before but had heard stories of, a dog much larger than any other with the bloodlust to match and the patrol was here now, the whole thing here and safe without a scratch on them - good. "I hope it doesn't stay in the territory too long." Or wander too close to camp. If it did come this way she didn't know how many of the cats would be able to survive such a thing. As soon as the thought went through her mind she quickly glance at the medicine den where two of her children currently reside before looking over to Howlingstar to see what she'd say, what her plans were.

DON'T YOU DARE ⊰❣⊱ MAKE ME FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU

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  ⊰❣⊱ LH chocolate rosette tabby with yellow eyes
  ⊰❣⊱ 39 moons old; ages the 15th every month
  ⊰❣⊱ heterosexual - taken by Batwing
  ⊰❣⊱ mother of Bravepaw, Cougarpaw, Hazepaw, and Foxpaw
  ⊰❣⊱ easy to interact with ; hard to anger/upset
  ⊰❣⊱ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ⊰❣⊱ hard in combat, focuses more on defensive tactics/protecting
  ⊰❣⊱ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[Flycatcher]

Like several of his clanmates, Flycatcher is drawn over by the commotion of the returning patrol. It should have been a simple patrol but clearly something had gotten them all rattled. Freckleflame, Shiningsun, Sunfreckle, and Gingerpaw all look very sullen and serious which gets Flycatcher wondering what they might have seen or encountered to have them react in such a way. His brow creases with further concern when Freckleflame instructs no one to leave camp until she has spoken to Howlingstar.

The leader eventually comes, having been summoned by Roeflame, and asks to know what was wrong. In the end, it is Shiningsun who answers first, revealing that the deers were not the issue, as Flamewhisker had queried. No, something much worse stalks their lands. "A wolf?" Flycatcher echoes, blinking in disbelief. "Why would they be so close to ThunderClan?" It's less of a question to the recently returned patrol and rather just a general question about the possibility of wolves stalking through their lands.​

 

[leafhusk]

the nonstop commotion and smell of fear is what draws her over. anything about the situation being deer related is quickly shut down, then shiningsun confirms what it is. a wolf. the former kittypet has seen canines before, from the window and even inside her home (it was a scrappy little thing shoved in front of her to sniff and quickly pulled away before she could smack its head), but never a wolf. if she dives into her memories, leafhusk can recall lounging on something soft, a moving picture far away from her. flashes of brown and grey, muffled voices she couldn’t understand.

"just one wolf?" she asks, jumping into the trend of frantic questions. leafhusk’s unspoken anexities were similar to leopardtongue’s— the options they had were extremely limited if the predator wandered any closer. their numbers were down significantly currently, and the gorge didn’t have many escape options.​

 

[HOWLINGSTAR]

Clanmates gather around to hear the news, but it isn't Freckleflame who speaks first. Her attention instead shifts to Shiningsun, ears pricked. A wolf. Her eyes widen and she takes a small step back in surprise. She has seen wolves before, near the mountains she had grown up in. Her mother had always warned her not to get too close, so she never had. But she had watched a hunt. She had watched them tear a deer limb from limb to devour it. A hulking, beautiful stag, gone within a day to their fangs. She doesn't know of any predator more dangerous.

She begins to think, mind whirring as she scans the group for her council members. What might they suggest? "We need to make sure camp is well hidden. It'll smell us," She mews worriedly, her tail lashing to and fro. Is there a way they could hide cat scent? "And the walls...they should be strengthened. And Snakerocks should be avoided at all costs until it's gone."​

 

[Softsight]

A wolf... Softpaw had only heard of the beasts in legend, in tales that were passed down as warnings from feline to feline, and as she glanced around she could tell that she wasn't the only one who'd never thought they'd encounter the creature in their lifetime. Even Howlingstar acknowledged the threat that was now looming over ThunderClan, and Softpaw looked down at the dusty ground as thoughts raced through her head.

Well-hidden camp... strengthened walls... Softpaw was hoping that running the words through her brain would give her any sort of idea that she could offer to Howlingstar and her council, for the safety of their Clan. Softpaw thought herself smart, but she had no real-world experience like the older apprentices and warriors did. She was barely more than a child, so what she could possibly bring up that the council would not already supply?

Maybe it would be better if she stayed silent. But Softpaw had never been the type to sit idly by and let things go on without her if she had ideas, and she steeled herself to speak after a moment.

"Howlingstar," she spoke, voice drifting over the space between them, "it's not exactly defensive work for the camp, but... perhaps there should be a buddy system for warriors from now on when leaving camp?" A routine suggestion, but one worth putting forth. Softpaw would otherwise be ready to help strengthen the walls and protect the camp in the meantime.​

 

[Flamestar]

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ She waits for Freckleflame to speak, but before she does, Shiningsun starts to talk. Her attention immediately shifts to him, and she nods slowly as he confirms that the deer were not outside the camp. Good. The last thing they needed was the herd of deer stomping through the camp, destroying their dens and eating the rest of their herb stock.

By Snakerocks we spotted something. Something that we've never witnessed before; a wolf

It takes a moment for his words to process in her mind. She waits for a moment, almost as if she were waiting for a 'just kidding' or something of the sorts. But his words were sincere...the stench of fear and their frizzled pelts only confirmed it. Her legs tensed, and her mouth suddenly felt dry. She had never seen a wolf before, but she had heard stories about them. On the journey, she had heard their distant howls, and saw their paw prints in the snow. Their paw prints were the size of a cat's head. What was something like that doing in the forest? The deer...it is here to hunt the deer. Her stomach felt queasy, and her head felt light all of a sudden. Sure it could eat the deer, but it wouldn't be long before it smelled the ever so present cat smell. Their camp was practically radiating it.

The deputy slowly turned to look at her mate, then towards Howlingstar. She felt like a sitting duck. What if it had followed the patrol's scent trail, right back here to their camp? Was it coming now? The fur along her shoulders twitched uneasily. "We need...We need to form an evaluation plan...in case it comes too close to the camp." Her voice was slow, calculating. All she could picture was the wolf bursting through their tunnel like the dog had all those moons ago.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── NO DAMSEL IN DISTRESS ⋅✩⋅ DONT NEED TO SAVE ME ──┐‎

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  FLAMEWHISKER ✩ she/her, deputy of thunderclan, 30 moons, ages on the 20th
  ⭃ LH red tabby with low white (masks black tabby, carries dilute, solid)
  ⭃ currently mated to Flycatcher / / mother to: Falconheart and Stormfeather
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ will start a fight, will finish fights, will kill (case depending)
  ⭃ link to toyhouse
  ⭃ penned by Icey ! ↛ @icefang65 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[BURNSTORM]

Wolves. In an instant the camp errupts around him, a dull roar when compared to the raging of his heart he feels inside of his chest. How would he ever be able to sleep at night again knowing that his mate, his kits, were no longer safe. They could come crashing in at any moment, their white fangs glistening in the sun as they tear away what little he has left from him. No. His claws unsheath and dig into the soft ground and a low growl of frustration rips through him. "Fox-dung! Are you sure?" he asks, then shakes his head. "No, of course you're sure no one is hare-brained enough to make up something like that" he grumbles.

His grandmother is already coming up with a plan, a strategy. Hide the camp, reinforce the walls. No cats were to go out alone anymore. "I can help wherever needed just say the word" he says, golden eyes flashing first towards Howlingstar then Flamkewhisker. "If you need someone to scout their location I can do it. My pelt is dark and blends in with the shadows." He would be safer than most, but he would need to disguise his scent, of course.

( ☼ ) come and take it

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  BURNSTORM THUNDERCLAN LEAD WARRIOR ; HE / HIM ; LITTLE WOLF X BLAZESTAR BROTHER TO MORNINGPAW, MOONWHISPER, HOWLFIRE, FIREFLYPAW, SKYCLAW & DUSKBIRD ; MATE TO ROEFLAME
  

  A large, sharp tongued, tom with long black fur and golden, oval shaped, eyes.

  ✦ Difficult in battle. A skilled fighter + fights honorably
  

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[freckleflame]

they pause, peer at her with lashing tails and eyes glimmering with the slightest hint of fear, frustration. faces screaming what now? and freckleflame almost wishes sunfreckle had taken the lead on reporting when she opens her mouth and her tongue goes immediately dry. roeflame and raccoonstripe approach with similar looks of concern, the former moving on towards howlingstar’s den. the tabby doesn’t waste time — as more of her clanmates approach so does her leader, appearing through the mouth of her den with her head tilting with trepidated curiosity. a familiar chocolate - dappled coat threads against hers and she is thankful for the presence when roeflame takes her side again, letting her shoulders slump. shiningsun doesn’t seem to have the same reservations as her father, though ; he says it outright, . her chin still lifts when she says : “ it had caught a rabbit, up near snakerocks. “ it. something from stories. her voice cracks a little as she speaks, fluttering in her throat like she was saying something wrong. it didn’t seem real, not really. when she speaks, it tumbles from her mouth in a fretting stream, “ stars, it was like — almost like a dog, but wrong. worse. ive never seen anything like it, and it had a smell to it like something.. raw. “ it smelt like oozing meat, mutt fur drenched in copper.

there something about the beasts name that makes it real — that lodges the word in her throat until she swallows against it again, unclenching her tight jaw. she was covered in muck and the further away they were from snake rocks, the more it reeks from her fur, “ yeah, a wolf. we managed to get to camp by going through th’ bramble, but it.. it.. “ it was scary. world-bending. even the smallest dog could wreck havoc if it so pleased, and she had heard only stories of this creature ; a legend living in the rolling meadows just past their outlands, hunting along the mountain ranges for warriors who’d strayed too far. for all their names and legacies, she’d never thought she’d see one — it was up there with tigers and lions, she’d thought. unattainable ancestors, tales woven through the gaps in their memories, more fearsome the further generations twine them. they couldn’t reign it in with numbers alone. she’d seen what it had done to that rabbit.. it would rip them to shreds and all they would be able to do was swat at its ankles.

flamewhisker mentions an evacuation plan and freckleflame nods her head, a rapid swish of long cheek fur flying after, ” maybe it’ll pass through, but.. itd be good t’ have a way out. a rabbit wasn’t enough t’ keep that thing full, no way. “ the thought of their home being taken again is enough to make her shudder, head falling between her shoulders as burnstorm offers to scout. could they draw it off their land? not safely enough.

𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙴 𝙼𝙴 𝚂𝙼𝙸𝙻𝙴 -`☀︎´- 𝘗𝘓𝘌𝘈𝘚𝘌 𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘠 𝘍𝘖𝘙 𝘈 𝘞𝘏𝘐𝘓𝘌 𝘕𝘖𝘞

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  FRECKLEFLAME 𖦹 . LESBIAN, SINGLE. SMELLS LIKE SUN - WARMED OAK AND RICH, EARTHY MUSK. EIGHTEEN MOONS OLD. FRIEND & SISTER TO MANY! NAMED A WARRIOR OF THUNDERCLAN ON 8 / 3 / 2023. MENTORING NO ONE! PENNED BY ANTLERS --------------------------------------------
  
  she / her, daughter of sunfreckle and rabbitnose. big, fluffy cream - ribboned tortoiseshell with seaglass eyes. larger than life! each and every part of her is broad ; wide in everything from her face to shoulders to her feathered tail, something reminiscent of her father’s kittypet heritage in the square of her chin and hulk of her figure. she appears illusionarily fluff - ridden at first, thickly pelted in shades of fire and soot, long & tangled, knotted with undergrowth — seeming soft and pudgy, and she is.. that figure curving into hard, hidden bulk along heavyset flanks and well - muscled limbs. a characteristic lack of personal space leads her to a slouching, touchy posture, often inclined to lean or bump against her peers.
  

  

  prone to bouts of explosive emotion. all opinions are solely in - character and during these times, often untrue or said only in anger.

  
  

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[RACCOONSTRIPE]

Other cats gather, anxiety prickling their pelts and gleaming in their eyes. Raccoonstripe catches Sunfreckle’s eye, and he sees the great ginger tom shake his head, face twisted into a grimace. The remainder of the patrol looks fit—at least, he smells no blood, sees no torn fur, even if their coats bush from their bodies. It’s Shiningsun who finally speaks: a wolf, near Snakerocks.

The tabby’s eyes round with concern. “You’re sure?” He echoes Burnstorm, but Freckleflame’s response assuages any concern that the report had been made in error. Doglike, but wrong, with a scent of raw meat clouding around its jaws. Raccoonstripe’s paw pads prick with sudden worry. This isn’t a threat they can chase away or even confront. The legends of old, legends his mother had recounted, tell of a great doglike beast with an exaggerated snout and gleaming, moon-silvered eyes, beasts who ran on swift limbs and churned earth with massive clawed paws.

Raccoonstripe’s eyes flick to Howlingstar, who suggests they reinforce camp. His thoughts are grim. We aren’t keeping that thing out if it really wants in. “Should we make sure there’s only one? Scout the territory? Burnstorm’s right. It’d be dangerous, but we can’t just sit idle in camp. And we need to figure out why it’s here.” So we can make sure it leaves.

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• Raccoon . Raccoonstripe, he/him w/ masculine terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 37 moons old, ages realistically on the 5th.
  — mentored by n/a ; mentoring none ; previously mentored Wildheart, Moonwhisper
  — thunderclan lead warrior. gray wolf x howlingstar, gen 2.
  — currently mated to Nightbird.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh black tabby with white and dark brown eyes. charismatic, charming, calculating, ambitious, shallow, manipulative.
  
  

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[HOWLINGSTAR]

Howlingstar's round, panicked eyes fall on young Softpaw, barely older than a kit. Her anxiety rises - a buddy system, the child suggests, and Howlingstar feels her claws sink into the dirt. "More than that," She nearly growls back. Her growl isn't towards sweet Softpaw, though. It is at the situation, the stress rising in her. Naturally, her attention is shifted towards the warriors, her deputy. Her ears press forward, seeking their counsel, their wisdom. She needs them all now more than ever.

She nods along, her fur bristling at even the thought of it coming close to their camp. The dirtplace tunnel, maybe...Burnstorm speaks next, offering to scout. "No," She says too quickly, driven by a need to protect her family. Too many loved ones have fallen lately. But...Raccoonstripe agrees with her grandson, and she feels her heart drop. "Scouts will be climbers in the trees, then," She orders firmly, eyes sharp with resolve. She will not risk the lives of any warriors on the ground where a wolf could get them.​