pafp DO YOU FEEL LIKE A YOUNG GOD? ✧ MUTINY

[SUNPAW]

Word had spread like wildfire. When Skyclaw brings his band of traitors and exiles back, Sunpaw is cautiously lingering in the camp clearing. Cats begin to erupt in outraged chatter- cats that were not originally on Skyclaws side (or perhaps they always were) interject as well.

Is this how Thunderclan implodes?

Skyclaw jumps up to highrock and his mother goes after him- “Mama!” he cries, like a kit for his mother, eyes wide because Stars if they took one of Howlings lives like she had said they did… His stomach churns wildly as Smokefur darts in front of her, a paw raised and-

Flamewhisker tumbles backwards against a powerful slash. Sunpaw half expects to see his mother dead upon the ground, dead like Morningcloud, dead like his father. His heart stops for a moment because… oh, Stars- had he just become an orphan? Lost his mother to the violence caused by these cats? Maybe its his mind playing tricks on him, but he had not seen a glint of claws, blood spray, had not seen gore splashed in to the rocks and dirt below. Please be okay. He sees a future where he visits both of his parents graves, dropping off a flower like he had done for Flycatcher.

He cannot tear his eyes away.

She gets back up and lets out a hiss, and he lets out a breath of relief before he scrambles to Flamewhiskers side, back arched in the most ferocious way he could manage. “Don’t touch my mom!” he hisses, though his voice wobbles for just a second. Be brave. Even when hes afraid, he has to be brave. Be brave for his mother, be brave for his brother, for his sisters.

Where is Bugpaw? He tears his eyes away. Where is Scorchedpaw, Squirrelpaw? He spots Falconheart in the crowd and he finds himself even more relieved to see his big brother. It gives him the strength to whip back around with another snarl on his face.

// mobile post & too lazy for template lolol

 

[Meadowpaw]

Meadowpaw could feel the tension crackle in the air like static from the first moment those words rang through the air. Her uncles name accompanied by the sharp utterance that would mark him forever in ThunderClan’s history Traitor they hiss. But is he, if he was doing what he was doing to make ThunderClan better, stronger? Did the ends justify the means? She doesn’t like it, the killing, the death but maybe her uncle knew something that she didn’t. Perhaps she was just to young to know why what he was doing was better

She stands close to her mentor, can feel Palefire’s fur bristle as she speaks from where she stands, worrying her bottom lip with her teeth. It is only when Mottledpaw steps forward does she know she has to make a choice. Her mind whirls with memories of the nursery stories she had grown up with, her mother’s scathing words as she spit the name kittypet like a curse. They would make ThunderClan weak, they would make her clan suffer. Her uncle had always been a kind cat, good he had told her stories, brought her prey when she had been sad, how could she believe the cats around her shouting monster when she had seen evidence to the contrary with her own two eyes.

So she steps forward, tears blurring her vision but she does no dare cry "Im sorry" she says quietly. To who she is speaking, she’s not entirely certain. Palefire who looks so shattered, Bugpaw, who she had vowed to love in a moment of childish impulse, her cousins, her grandmother she doesn’t know but as she makes her way to Mottledpaws side, ears pinned to her head, she doesn’t dare look any of them in the eyes.

She couldn’t ever leave her sister behind.

( ❀༉ ) make me feel like I'm set on fire

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  MEADOWPAW THUNDERCLAN KITTEN ; SHE / HER
  LIGHTSTRIKE X MOONWHISPER SISTER TO SCARLETPAW & MOTTLEDPAW ; MENTORED BY PALEFIRE
  

  A large fluffy red tabby kitten with a white chest, stomach, tail, muzzle and stripe running along her back. Her eyes are a deep, forest, green and in her pelt one can usually find flowers woven

  ✦ easy in battle + no formal training
  

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[RACCOONSTRIPE]

He had wanted to secure their camp, but it's too late. Skyclaw walks in with his tail held high, his amber eyes clear with purpose. The exiled cats flank him; the murderers trail him. Raccoonstripe's hackles bristle, and he peels his lips away from his teeth, exposing them to their yellowed roots. "Don't let him come any closer," he snarls, but to his amazement, Howlingstar twitches her tail. A signal. Stand back. Stand down. He gives his mother an incredulous look through blazing dark eyes, but he obeys her, his paw pads itching to tear into his nephew's smug, stoic face.

"Retire, Grandmother," he tells her, his voice soft as a feather. "Watch your kin grow, let the Clan fall to someone more capable to handle it." Raccoonstripe's tail lashes behind him. Every muscle in his body burns, but his joints lock into place when Flamewhisker breaks the line. Smokefur jumps her, bats her away so she cannot interfere.

He lets out a long, furious hiss of frustration. "You coward," he snarls, but he is as helpless as the rest of them are now. "That's your kin! Your leader!" But Skyclaw does not speak alone. Redflower faces off against Palefire; Mottledpaw speaks up in support of her mentor; Yewflame, the snake, apologizes to Howlingstar and tells her Skyclaw is right.

Raccoonstripe gives his mother a desperate look. Give us the word and we'll shred them or die trying. Please. His claws curl into the earth beneath him. Please.

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

• ooc: —
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• Raccoon . Raccoonstripe, he/him w/ masculine terms.
  — "speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 44 moons old, ages realistically on the 5th.
  — mentored by n/a ; mentoring Thistlepaw ; 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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[HOPEPAW]

⊱⊰ ThunderClan is supposed to be safe. There aren’t supposed to be fights between clanmates, or murders, or traitors. And Howlignstar is supposed to be the leader, strong and wise and respected by everyone. This, Skyclaw and his ilk bursting into camp and facing the leader at the top of her Highrock, shatters everything that Hopepaw thought he knew about his clan, and the cats around him. Is this what Batwing had died for? Are the same cats who stare at their loyal clanmates with scorn and hatred the very same cats who his father had sacrificed himself to protect?

Everything is falling apart. Where is his uncle? "Gentle-" his mouth snaps shut, heeding the sound of cats around him beginning to hiss and snarl at one another. one of the bad cats smacks Flamewhisker right across the face. He can’t find Gentlestorm—his chest heaves, panic settling somewhere deep in his heart. Doepath breaks off from her siblings, dating for the nursery. Where can he go? Where in camp is safe? Is there any den not harboring a traitor? The only one he can think of is-

Without thinking, the lilac tom’s limbs are set in motion. Gentlestorm’s den has always been his safe haven; if there’s anywhere safe, surely it’s in there. His uncle would never turn against ThunderClan. And… Orangepaw, too. He’s still hurt, and what if Skyclaw and his cats attack all of ThunderClan? Orangepaw wouldn’t be able to defend himself. Hopepaw doesn’t have any training, not really, but as he rushes past the den’s entrance he swings his head around to search for a familiar ginger pelt. "Orangepaw, where are you?" Please don’t say you’re one of them…

an ancient spirit’s song 【❖】 will heal our wounds

• ooc: running to the med den looking for @ORANGEPAW.
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• HOPEPAW ❯❯ he/him, thunderclan apprentice
  ⊱ skinny, thick-furred lilac tom with deep copper eyes. soft-spoken and sleepy, but can be a bit of a grouch.
  ⊱ son of batwing and leopardtongue (adopted by roeflame) ; brother to braveheart, hazepaw, cardinalpaw, coalpaw ; adoptive brother to beetlepaw, dovepaw, littlepaw
  ⊱ mentored by lovelight
  ⊱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted ; does not typically like physical contact from anyone besides his family
  ⊱ penned by foxlore

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[COALPAW]

Disgust. It is all that Coalpaw had been able to feel since Howlingstar's return, an all-consuming bile that burned at the bottom of his stomach and filled him with heat. He is so full of ire, so empty of any sympathy or remorse for those that had chosen to turn their backs on Thunderclan. It was an ugly mix of emotions for someone so young to be experiencing, yet they kept him in a chokehold as he sat - still as a statue - outside of the apprentices' den. His claws had been churning up dirt beneath him, staring up towards the heavens as if his mother and father might be able to hear his thoughts if he focused hard enough.

Leopardtongue. Batwing. The two of you lived and died for this Thunderclan, I never even got to meet you. Surely you wouldn't let it fall to them? To him?

It wasn't until the traitorous crowd shoved their way back into camp that his attention was dragged down from the shades of the stars that seemed to be taunting him, lip curling the moment that Skyclaw came into view. Him, him, him. He was the one that needed to die. That needed to be purged from this world so that the rest of them could thrive. He opened his mouth and nothing but dirt came spewing out, enough to rend Coalpaw's stomach as he yowled. "Don't address Thunderclan like you have any right to! Traitor! Coward!" His young voice crackled and raged towards Skyclaw, wishing his training with Burnstorm had advanced enough that he could fling himself forward and cling to the tom's open neck.

Similar sentiments were echoed all around him, though the smoke couldn't help but make note of those that didn't feel the same. Smokefur. Mottledpaw. Meadowpaw. The latter two in particular garnered a look of hatred from him, forest eyes stormy as he fixed them with a glare that would kill if it could. "I hope your father is ashamed of you." He would be, if he had any sense. As ashamed of them as the rest of Thunderclan would surely be, as ashamed of them as Moonwhisper hopefully was of them, if Starclan's grace had given her any sort of sense. It would be a shame for her to have to watch them fall, either dying alongside the false leader they had chosen to follow, or driven out as anyone sharing his opinions should have been moons ago.

Unlike Hopepaw, he didn't flee for the relative false safety that the medicine den provided. For now, he just stared in at all of the traitors in distaste. In pity. His claws curled down alongside Raccoonstripe's, the new apprentice ready to throw himself forward into battle the moment things came to blows.

𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐒𝐎 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓 ✹ . + 　 ˚ 　　　 · 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖

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  a new apprentice of thunderclan, coalpaw is currently one of the youngest of his rank at six moons. he is being mentored by burnstorm, and is on track to graduate alongside his brother. an abrasive and intensive rule follower, he is fiercely loyal to thunderclan and working to honor his fallen parents. ✦

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[GENTLESTORM]

.𓍊↟ DOWN THE BANK WHERE THE DOGS ROAM, POR LA CALLE QUE TE LLEVA A CURICÓ ↟𓍊.​

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. — As Hopepaw slips into gis den, the large tom steps out to the sound of growling and hissing that come from each of them as their pelts prickle, muscles tensed up, and claws dug into the soil. His ears press flat against his head as he takes in the sight of Skyclaw confronting his grandmother and telling her to retire and step down from her role of leader. Gentlestorm feels every muscle in his body tense up but he pushes through the hostile bodies as he sticks out amongst the darker pelts of his clanmates, his copper eyes locking onto Skyclaw as he keeps his claws sheathed and tries to speak in a calm voice "Skyclaw... You must stop this at once... You don't only hurt your kin and clan but your mother..." He knows that Little Wolf wouldn't want anything awful to befall her only parent and he swallows hearing a few clanmates mention Blazestar, it makes his own teeth grit with slight frustration.

"Come down from there... don't do anything you'll regret." He says only to glance over at Howlingstar remembering what they had discussed and he swallows feeling uneasy as he recalls the rain that drowned her. "I was drowned in the rain and could do nothing about it." It echoes in his mind as he stares at his friend from where he stands. They would get rid of Skyclaw any means necessary and she could have her quiet sunsets and clear skies as he had promised his friend. His eyes barely flick over to those that took Skyclaw's side and he lets them bleed into his memory so he may recall who had betrayed Howlingstar this day, he feels resentment towards Little Wolf's grandchildren, Moonwhisper's daughters.

He watches Howlingstar and Skyclaw with bated breath, he fears the worst but he has faith in her choice... whatever it may be.

⡠﹞AND DOWN BY THE BEACH ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. WHERE NO OTHERS CAN FIND﹝⠢

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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.
  ✿ 58 moons old; ages the 27th every month
  ✿ demiromantic bisexual ; widowed mate of little wolf
  ✿ easy to befriend/interact with ; hard to anger/upset ; peaceful powerplay allowed
  ✿ "speech", thoughts, attacking

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[Ravenstrike]

A loud disinterested yawn leaves her lips as she glances at everyone, her fangs flashing as she let out a maniacal laughter. ”We're everywhere. Your friends, families, mates- there is one of us in all of them.” Ravenstrike hums as she examines her claws, humming at the situation as it unfolds. The kittypet supporters were becoming outnumbered as members of their ranks revealed themselves, and she flicks a gaze at Fallowbite. She watches as her apprentice strikes down the deputy and blocks off the Highrock where Skyclaw climbed forth to Howlingstar. The stars were on their side and none could resist the changing of times. There was no time for the weak and pitiful. The obsidian warrior strides forth and joins her apprentice, blocking anyone from interfering with making Thunderclan great again.

Everyone mentions that their deceased would be ashamed, and she lets out an exaggerated sigh, ”The sun continues to rise and fall. If they've died, then it was the will of the stars and their own weakness.” Ravenstrike simply states boredly as she chuckles at the memory of everyone weeping and grieving after the wolves, and it showed how pitiful they all were. They needed a leader to rule with a fist of steel: ruthless with no mercy for the weak, a leader with pure blood. This old hag had outlived her time and ran their pride into the mud, tainting and staining everything they built from the ground up.
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[skyclaw]

Cats are enraged, and some of them are rightfully so - and some he dictates have no right to be. It is their lenience that has allowed ThunderClan to fall into this state of disrepair, after all. Flamewhisker, Raccoonstripe, Emberface... He almost pities them, how they do not see that the future he promises will make their own brighter in turn. Redflower snaps her jaws at Palefire, the apprentices scatter or rile one another up (He glowers at Fadingpaw - pathetic. At least Mottledpaw is shaping up alright.) And then...

Blazestar.

He's mentioned once - first without a name, followed by stars that would've softened him if supported sooner. And then the second time so brutishly by a tom so loud in his distaste. Skyclaw snaps his eyes towards Rowanthorn, the fire in his eyes igniting hotter. Later, Skyclaw. He presses, grinding his teeth together. Deal with the dissent later. He returns his attention to Howlingstar.

She doesn't stand down. It would've been easier, then, if she had - they both know it. She could've returned to her former moniker and watched as her Clanmates fixed her wrongs swiftly behind her. She could settle to watch her grandchildren, great grandchildren even, grow and become hardy young warriors and more.

But no. Stubborn is she, Howlingstar, second leader of ThunderClan. And her grandson he is, perhaps with stolen valor and vigor, he stands just as steady against her. He clicks his tongue from the roof of his mouth, tutting quietly as she claims honor and strength for the Clan that rallies beneath her. Her last life roars beneath her muscles, as she bears StarClan's gift for its final time.

Howlingstar softens. It's minute, the way her hardened eyes twinkle with unshed tears. They will never fall, he thinks - they won't have the chance to. “Because…” he starts. His tongue swipes across his teeth, his fangs freshly cleaned. He wears a pitiful grin, where the brights of his smile doesn't reach the inferno of his gaze, “Because someone has to.”

He lunges forward - his jaws clasp too easily around her throat. Any shouting, any screaming - it falls on deaf ears as he crushes what he can. Skyclaw does not care to chance a hidden life beneath her pelt, however. And so without a second thought, and with his grandmother in his grip, he heaves her body over the nearby ledge. The tom watches as she falls, a sadness in his expression.

He doesn't flinch when she cracks against the ground.

“ThunderClan!” he shouts, his gaze rising to meet the crowd. He does not give time for grief. His own is drowning him but he knows more must be done. A leader would not allow simple flaws to fault their plans. He tries to swipe the blood from his maw with his tongue but it sticks, giving him an ugly visage as he looks over the Clan. His Clan.

“Serve me as your new leader, warriors. We will enter a new era wherein the blood of the unworthy will sooner be spilled than allowed entry!” Skyclaw stands on the crest of the cliff. His tail lashes, his claws grasping the tough stone. He finds cats that he trusts and tilts his head, summoning them from the thralls of warriors they've hidden themselves in. “Those of kittypet descent are hereby exiled. My kin will remain exempt, however in the event that any defect against this new rule, chase them to the outerlands. Let them cozy up to the twolegs their blood calls to.” A pause, and his gaze sweeps towards the council, before to the Clan again.

“The rest of you,” he says, pointedly, “are under my rule, now. The borders are to be closed to any outsider, regardless of origin. Patrols will be sent out regularly and cats of dubious stance will be watched intently. This is ThunderClan, now and forever more.” Skyclaw shifts his weight, ears spinning to listen to the cheers and the wailing - a voice speaks slightly louder than the rest, and though he is not able to discern the words, he knows the tone well enough. He lets out a growl that rivals lions -

“Kill the cats who stand to fight against you, ThunderClan. They've had their chances to leave. Do not let them make fools of you yet.”

[ new ooc note :) there will now be enough villains, played or npcs, to rival & intimidate the “good guys” of the plot!! please understand that attempting to fight the force will result in attempts to kill or maim </3 ]​

 

[HOWLINGSTAR]

The hope and courage in her eyes melts, fear and surprise now glimmering in green depths as her grandson lunges for her. A gasp escapes her as fangs sink into her throat. Her windpipe is crushed, and she is left dangling from his maw for a few heartbeats as paws weakly swipe but gain no purchase. She tries to breathe, but finds no air. Blood fills her lungs and it’s like she’s drowning all over again. Her eyes, now round with horror, find his amber gaze one final time before she is thrown from the Highrock.

Time seems to move in slow motion as she plummets towards the earth. Her eyes are on the sky above, the beginnings of dusk’s starlight showing through the blue. I’m. She thinks to herself as she falls, blood flying from the gaping wound on her throat. I’m sorry, Little Wolf. I couldn’t hurt him. For even if he is a monster, he is still her grandson. Tears well in her eyes as she recalls how little he had been so many seasons ago. How excited he once was to listen to her stories of the Great Clans. How she’d taught him to catch squirrels high in the trees, and taught him how to pin a stronger opponent. How proud he’d appeared when she’d named him Skyclaw. How ironic that the skills she had named him for are what ended up being her demise.

She thinks of her family she will leave behind soon enough. The great grandkits she’d only just gotten to give apprentice names to. She wishes she could apologize to Littlekit - how awful that she would never get to teach her all of the lessons she’d promised to. She wants to snuggle Raccoonstripe’s kits one more time before she leaves, give their tiny faces adoring licks, and tell them just one more story. This is too swift a death, with no room for goodbyes however badly she wants to give them. She wants to tell Raccoonstripe once more how proud she is of him, how he will rise to great things in the clan as her legacy. For just as he bears her pelt, he bears her ferocity. She wants to tell Cobwebtail and Lily Pad it’ll be alright - that she will be with their siblings and father in StarClan, and she will always watch them. She will watch over all of them. She has loved ThunderClan like she loves her own kits, has done her best to lead them and guide them to have good hearts and fierce spirits. It pains her to know this is how she must leave them. Scared. Confused. Angry.

She hits the ground with a sickening thud, eyes glazing over as they stare out at the horrified crowd. Someone is running towards her. Is it Racoonstripe? Flamewhisker? She can’t tell.

They will be alright, A whisper in her ear says. Berryheart? Is that you? His presence brings her comfort as the life fades from her eyes moments after hitting the ground, blood pooling around her neck.

Oh. That’s what my dreams meant. After this storm, things will be okay. I promise, ThunderClan, clear skies are ahead. Just stay strong and fight for it.

No one even has the chance to tell her goodbye.

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When she opens her eyes, she spots white paws before her eyes, holding her. She blinks tearily up into the olivine eyes of her son. “Berryheart,” She cries softly; he is cradling her, holding her just as she held him when he died. She then looks the pale pelt at his side. “Morningpaw?” Tears flow freely from her forever star-glistening eyes now. A slate-gray pelt arrives from behind them, followed by black and blue and brown pelts of all kinds. “Gray Wolf...You’re all here…” Her eyes squint with joy as she stands and moves to embrace them. Reunited, once more, with the family she’s been missing for so long. She turns her head back towards the clan she is leaving behind, towards Gentlestorm who stares at her with wet eyes. “What will happen?” She whispers to her family, heartbreak evident on her face. She doesn’t want to leave them…not yet. But as she begins her final journey to StarClan, she knows she will never return. Not this time.
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[MOUSENOSE]

Mousenose's fur has not lain flat since Skyclaw and his followers had pushed their faces into camp. Her Clanmates lift their voices, Emberface one of them. Her sister rages at the cats who vocalize their support for Skyclaw, and Mousenose's lip curls in agreement. "You're all cowards," she spits. "In a real battle, you wouldn't stand a chance against any of us!" She lashes her tail, but her bravado ceases as Skyclaw makes his way toward Highrock.

Howlingstar! Mousenose's eyes stretch wide across her face as the leader allows Skyclaw to near her. She can see the bristling pelts and exposed fangs of Howlingstar's council — and Flamewhisker does her best to intervene, but is intercepted by Smokefur.

Dismay blossoms inside of her like a black flower. Why won't Howlingstar rake her claws over his face? Just give us the signal! She crouches in place as her Clan leader banters with Skyclaw, as she forces pride into a mew stiff with fear.

"Why are you doing this?" She asks her grandson, and his response is cold and driven as leafbare snow.

"Because... because someone has to."

His teeth close around Howlingstar's throat, and Mousenose's shriek resounds throughout camp. "Howlingstar! No! Someone help her!" Raccoonstripe yowls somewhere beside her; Redflower's eyes gleam like sunlit fruits. The cacophony is split when Skyclaw shoves Howlingstar's lifeless body over the ledge of the Highrock.

Thud!

Mousenose stares, her jaws split wide with terror, with grief. Skyclaw's next words pierce her to her core: "Those with kittypet blood are hereby exiled!" Fury sears through her like liquid flame. "And who are you to exile us?" She bares her teeth. "I follow Howlingstar and Flamewhisker is the deputy she chose! Not you!"

She spins, her puffed-out pelt frayed. "If you want me to leave, you'll have to make me," she hisses.

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

• ooc: —
• 
• Mousekit . Mousepaw . Mousenose, she/they w/ feminine and non-gendered terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 20 moons old, ages realistically on the 25th.
  — mentored by Silverlightning ; mentoring Shroudedpaw ; previously mentored Sunshinespot
  — thunderclan warrior. sunfreckle x rabbitnose, gen 2.
  — currently mated to n/a.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh messy-furred tortoiseshell with high white and bright green eyes. demanding, exuberant, selfish, sensitive, oblivious, obnoxious.
  
  

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[badgerstripe]

It all happened so fast.

Soon after Howlingstar's return to camp, the patrol that had murdered her follows like hungry hounds on heels. The exiles in tow, which notably seems to shake Palefire. Badgerstripe's heart swells with emotion, and her voice joins the fray: " Cowards! Fox-hearts! " But her voice is only one of many, and none of them are enough to stop what happens next.

In a blur of movement, kin turns on kin, and blood is tossed into the air. Howlingstar hits the ground with a sickening thud.. and it's all over. Her murderer, triumphant and bloodthirsty, stands over his grandmother's body with commands for change and glory. Through it all, Badgerstripe feels her limbs ache with the need to move - to prevent this from happening.

There were many deaths and tragedies she could not prevent, and this falls in as one of them.

Tears well up in Badgerstripe's eyes as chaos unfolds - the kittypets are exiled, and the threat of their oppressors seems suddenly larger than ever before. Her mouth hangs agape, as if she could speak on behalf of the lost, but nothing comes out but a terrified weep. Always the weak link, wasn't she? Always bark and no bite.. a mouth more brave than her heart.

BADGERSTRIPE ( she/her )​

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[antlerbreeze]

Her sisters are somewhere near- she cannot tell. She will not be able to tell. Her eyes are locked to Skyclaw, to Howlingstar, as they speak too quiet for her to hear. There is a definition to her features as she tells Skyclaw no, and for a moment, Antlerbreeze can do nothing more then hope. Hope that Starclan has heard her pleas, hope that someone closer will be able to help her, to knock Smokefur away- and she is wrong.

Blood rises from her throat like flame, and her body falls like ash. She isn't sure who's screaming her name- wait, yes she is. Antlerbreeze's own throat is raw as she screams her mentor's name, screams for the cat that took her and her sisters in, who showed lost kits and hurt cats endless kindness. Wise, of her own station, risen by her own right. Star-touched, kind, warm- the very cat she had shadowed for moons, the very cat she knew almost as well as blood. It is now, as her eyes watched Howlingstar's body fall to the ground, that she doesn't want her maternal figure to go.

"HOWLINGSTAR!" She shrieks, her fur on end and tears already spilling from red eyes. She shoulders past any loyalist who tried to stop her, any claws that befell her sides she ignored as she rushed for Howlingstar's body. Paws slammed to ravine dusted ground, her ears back and teeth grit and sobs welling from bile-tasting throat. She skids to a stop near her body, sure to be joined by her actual blood, her actual kin, and Antlerbreeze sinks to press a nose to her former mentor's shoulder.

Starclan, where were you? Or are you here for her? Please. Take her. Take her and make sure she rests, that she's safe. She begs, implores any soul that's listening, hoping that the ghosts of Thunderclan's past, the ghosts of Howlingstar's own young and her mate carry her away from this terrible, awful place. And there's this terrible, terrible sinking feeling, as blood spreads from her maternal figure's corpse, as she watches the life leave Howlingstar for the last time, as she watches it stain her paws and her golden, red rimmed eyes lift from a corpse to a killer.

Numbness spreads, across her tongue and face, soothes the stings of her eyes, makes her stop breathing. Skyclaw's speech does not go unheard by her, and she thinks with a guilty smash across the numbness that was cooling her heart, that her and her sisters are safe, that her younger siblings are safe. None of them descended from kittypets. But that was soon gone, for in Howlingstar's death, part of Antlerbreeze left with her as well, a soul chipped by a blood mother's attacks cracking from the loss of a clan-mother.

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• ANTLERBREEZE she/her, warrior of thunderclan, twelve moons.
  ⭃ LH cinnamon lynx sepia with low white. smaller body, agile and slippery, fits really well in small gaps in the underbrush. soft spoken but strong and determined.
  ⭃ previously mentored by howlingstar / / mentoring no one
  ⭃ padding after no one / / sibling to fallowbite and doepath
  ⭃ 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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[Ravenstrike]

// gore warning

The music of cries, screams fill her ears and she can't help the smile plastering on her lips. ”They're all crawling like maggots!” She exclaims through laughter as she glances at the splattered body of Howlingstar, spitting on the ground beside her. You had your chance, Howlingstar. We tried to be nice. The obsidian warrior muses as she glances at Skyclaw as he takes control of the clan with the steel fist that Thunderclan desired to be ruled by. He was almost perfect, except for that disgusting blood that bubbled underneath his fur from the deceased Kittypet King. Her claws flex and she's ready to rip and tear into the throats of any that refuses the new order, and it comes faster than she excepts.

”We're the new order, mutt.” Ravenstrike venomously remarks to Mousenose, a face twisted to reveal that of one behind multiple murders from Thunderclan and Skyclan. She slowly moves forth as a tiger stalking its prey as the younger warrior continues to spit through tears and fury before she makes her move, a powerful paw slamming Mousenose into the dirt. The warrior pushes her face in the dirt as she lowers her face and smiles, ”We gave you a warning, don't blame us. Say hello to your family in Starclan.” She muses before she grips the scuff of Mousenose as they resist the brute strength of bridled muscle. The tortie attempts to scurry to her paws, but curved claws flash forth, gashing open her throat as blood splatters on the ground.

Ravenstrike looks unamused as she flexes bloodied claws after murdering the other warrior in cold blood, willing someone else to attempt to resist the order. She raises her bloodied paw and rasps her tongue across it, cleaning the dripping ichor off it as narrowed eyes watch the crowd similar to a serpent.

/ powerplay given by marq <3
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[Flamestar]

〔✦〕Emerald eyes widened in horror as she watched Skyclaw sink his claws into their leader’s body, and throw her from the Highrock. “HOWLINGSTAR!! NO!!!” the deputy cried out, running forward. But no paws could be fast enough to even try to catch her. It was over in a second, but it seemed to happen in slow motion. The world around her slowed down, and all she could see was her beloved friend’s body twisting and turning in the air.

CRACK

She was back in the mountains. A broken, ebony figure lay in front of her paws. Crimson tinted snow surrounded her paws, and the cries from her journey mates pierced the air. “Little Wolf…” Hailstorm buried his face in her pelt, his shoulders heaving as tears streamed down his cheeks. Her paws felt numb, her legs tingling, but not from the cold. She couldn’t feel anything other than complete horror. Tears began to fall from her own eyes and she fell forward into the snow.

Howlingstar was dead. ”I know you'll love this clan just as I do. It's just...I have only two lives left.” She had heard that crack before…there was no way their leader had survived the fall. Howlingstar was dead. ”One day, I will be gone, and you will be ThunderClan's leader.” Had she known she was going to die? Her blood roared in her ears, and she felt like she was going to faint. Howlingstar was dead.

And Skyclaw had killed her. He was behind everything.

Skykit and Duskkit She could remember the love in Little Wolf’s eyes as she stared down at her two newborn kits suckling at her belly. The kit who had grown up beside her own, the kit raised on the love of Little Wolf, had killed his own grandmother in cold blood. A tremble wove down her legs, threatening to make them go limp, but she remained where she stood. “How…dare…you..” Her voice started out weak, but grew stronger…more vicious…with each word.

"Those of kittypet descent are hereby exiled..."

“Kill the cats who stand to fight against you, ThunderClan. They've had their chances to leave. Do not let them make fools of you yet.”

Slowly her head rose from Howlingstar’s broken body, to the traitor who stood on the rock, claiming himself as the leader. “I’m going to fucking kill you” She could hardly contain her rage as she stepped forward, teeth bared and claws out. The camp around her was going black, and all she could see was Skyclaw. She had killed before, and she would do so again without blinking an eye. He would pay for what he had done. Around her she could hear the cries and wails of her clanmates, mourning the loss of their leader. Howlingstar hadn’t just been a leader. She was a mother, a grandmother, a great-grandmother, and a dear friend to all. I should have told you how much you meant to me…I should have known that you knew something was going to happen…I should have realized it was Skyclaw behind this…I should have killed Smokefur to get to you...this is all my fault. Another step forward. “I am Thunderclan’s deputy, not you. You have no right to claim leadership.” She would die before letting him or any of his vermin followers steal his grandmother’s throne. They would hunt down their other clanmates who had been sent away for their own safety…and they wouldn't stop at just those cats. They’ll go after Skyclan, and anyone who stands in their way. It must end now. I’m sorry Howlingstar, but he is no longer your kin… This was not her former apprentice anymore, she wasn't sure who he was anymore.

A large gray body stood, blocking her path, followed by another, then followed by another. “Move.” The flame hued molly ordered, but it fell upon deaf ears. Smokefur raised his chin challengingly at her, and soon a line of clanmates stood in front of her. “You want to get to him Flamewhisker? You have to go through us first.” Blood trickled down her cheek from his previous swipe. It had been just him again, she would've attacked in a heartbeat...but one by one more of Skyclaw's goons began to surround her.

Behind her, she hears Mousenose's exclaim above the others. She turned to gaze at the Molly, but almost as soon as she spoke out, she was struck down in cold blood by Ravenstrike. Flamewhisker's eyes widened in horror as she watched Sunfreckle's daughter fall limply to the ground, blood pooling around her body. "Mousenose..."

The deputy took a step back, only for the line of Skyclaw’s followers to take a step forward, putting more distance between her and the Highrock. She whisked her tail around Sunpaw, keeping him behind her. If any of the villains made a move, she would die to protect him. They all bared their teeth, their pelts bristling. We’re outnumbered.. Her stomach felt as though it were weighted with rocks. She could feel everyone’s attention on her, burning into her pelt as though it were going to catch on fire. We won’t win this fight. Not now...not yet. Skyclaw and his followers had lost their minds, and they had already proved they were not above killing anyone in their path. I have to protect the clan, but if we fight now it will be a slaughterfest…I can't risk their lives. Her claws were gripping the ground with such ferocity that it was a miracle they hadn’t broken yet. Flycatcher…Howlingstar…I’m so sorry.

“Thunderclan! H...Hold back.” The order pained her to her core, but there was no other option. ”I trust you to uphold that strength you've always shown. First as a ThunderClan warrior, then as a lead warrior under both myself and Emberstar, and as my deputy.” Howlingstar’s last words she had said to her rang through her mind. “Protect my family, when that day comes. I think that is what I'm most afraid of...leaving them behind. I've always been there for them and...Defend them as you would your own kits, Flamewhisker, I beg you.”

I will Howlingstar

I promise.

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• FLAMEWHISKER —— deputy of thunderclan , mentoring none . storm x lily . littermate to nala, smokey, and nemo ✦ penned by icey !
  ✦ afab / she/her / 35 moons & ages every 20ᵗʰ
  ✦ widowed / heterosexual / closed to romance
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
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  a longhaired red tabby with low white and green eyes. flamewhisker's fur is a vibrant hue of red, riddled with thick classic tabby markings. her fur is medium in length, and she has a large, feathery tail. her chest, belly, tail tip, and her paws are dipped white. flamewhisker's eyes are a dark, deep shade of green. her shoulder has a large scar on it from a fight with a dog. she also has a shredded ear from a disagreement with a loner during her time alone before joining thunderclan. on particularly cold days, or sometimes before a major weather change, she will walk with a slight limp from her shoulder injury.

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[Dwindlingpaw]

⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊ A living nightmare, although Dwindlingpaw's nightmares could never conceive up something so terrifying. The monster who sent out his fools to murder Howlingstar and her clanmates had returned unscathed. Their leader's own grandson. She inhaled sharply, not aware she had stopped breathing. That murderer stood on Highrock, face to face with Howlingstar, eyes filled with hatred. Why? How could he?

No cat was ever more fair. Nobody is more deserving of nine lives given lovingly by the stars. Had Howlingstar not given her all to her clan after leading them for all these moons? As more and more of Skyclaw's supporters came forward, Dwindlingpaw's head snapped to each one, terror flashing in her eyes. More fox hearts than she could have ever dreamed were lurking in the shadows.

With courage, Flamewhisker tries to approach her leader's side but is thrown back. A young apprentice's icy, scared body became braver and hotter with fury. She cannot stand by and watch silently. "Take your rats, murderer, and go! You are traitors with no sense of honor or loyalty. " Dwindlingpaw growled, her body trembling with dread in spite of her audacious words.

'This isn't right'
Fadingpaw's voice rings in the ears, and Dwindlingpaw's heart drops. Scurrying to her sister's side, she tries to pick out the familiar pelts of her kin from the crowd. Traitors were everywhere, and despite her mind having full trust in her siblings, her heart pounded with fear that the ones she cared for would be among the forsaken.

Blue eyes were too terrified to blink as they stared at what happened so quickly. Skyclaw is speaking, but her ears are not picking up anything as Howlingstar's body plummets from Highrock. "Howlingstar!" Before her leader's body reaches the ground, tears stream down. She can't recall the last time she shed a tear, and the hate in her heart grew stronger, louder, like thunder pounding in her chest. "Murders, all of you…"

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  Dwindlingpaw— She/Her ･ Thunderclan Apprentice･ PENNED BY @Ghostunes!

  ☀︎ A fluffy (LH) flame point cat with low white and has blue eyes
  ☀︎ Crimsonsun x Shadedmoon​

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[✧ Sleekserpent.]

ALL GROWN UP NOW BUT IM CONFUSED
WE DIDN'T TURN OUT THE WAY WE WANTED TO​

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sleekserpent & 18 moons & genderfluid & he/she/they & thunderclan warrior ​

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Of those who step forward, Sleekserpent is one of the last. He has always been on the fence - willing to follow the ideal morso then the cat himself. But when word of Skyclaws failure had reached pink ears, she'd known with sudden clarity that no matter what, this was the side she'd fallen on. There'd been no other choice - not if they were to fight for what they believed in. For what their parents believed in.

" Be quiet Badgerstripe, " words are sharp, commanding - and while Sleekserpent claims no authority over her, he finds he wishes he did. Maybe then she could protect her - Badgerstripe has always been to soft-hearted, unwilling to truly listen, to understand what was really right. " Emberstar was wrong to allow kittypets too paly pretend - and Howlingstar too, grew soft in her old age.... this.... this is what's right for Thunderclan, "

Claws unsheathe, and baby blue eyes turn cold - they might be small for their age, but Sleekserpent has always taken pride in their battle skills. Skyclaw has given orders to chase the kittypets and kittypet-lovers out - all of them, every last drop of non-wild blood, and the young warrior will gladly due so.

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[Softsight]

Softpaw's mouth opens the moment Skyclaw lunges for Howlingstar, but no noise comes out. She can hardly fathom what's taking shape before her, and even as Howlingstar's body hits the ground, lifeless, still, Softpaw doesn't know what to do. There's nothing she can do, she knows that even before looking around. Skyclaw's followers outnumber those against him, somehow, and Softpaw wonders how and when ThunderClan became so rotted from the inside. It makes Softpaw wonder if there's some of that rot in her, even if she doesn't think so: she cares for the kittypet-blooded members of the Clan, is friends with some of them, and she doesn't want Skyclaw's reign.

There are Clanmates yowling around her, in grief and in anger, and still Softpaw can't find anything to say. She wants to speak out against Skyclaw and his followers, even if it costs her something grand. She wants to have something in her blood that gives her cause for exile, but her fathers were both loyal ThunderClan warriors, and she carries in her nothing but pride for her Clan - but at the end of the day, wasn't everyone's blood red? All the death that had occurred over the past few days... surely that had proven that much?

As if Howlingstar wasn't enough, Softpaw watches in horror as Ravenstrike takes Mousenose's life just as swiftly. Softpaw almost moves forward of some different accord, as if something's taken hold of her body that's far beyond her understanding, before Flamewhisker's voice rings clearly in her ears. Hold back. She says, and Softpaw stops. Flamewhisker was her leader now, by the order of things, even if Skyclaw declared otherwise. She needed to listen to Flamewhisker. Flamewhisker would think of some way to get them out of this mess.

But not Softpaw. Softpaw, who now felt like her name was nothing but a curse, weighing her down to be too soft to do anything in retaliation against Skyclaw and in the defense of ThunderClan. Too soft to even speak up. A low, pitiful noise eeks its way out of Softpaw's throat, fading into nothingness in the cacophony of noise around her. At the very least... at the very least Skyclaw was only exiling those with kittypet blood. At least there would be - please, StarClan - no more death. Softpaw closed her mouth and just frowned. At least Roaringpaw was somewhere safe, with the rest the former kittypets.

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[EMBERFACE.]

It all happens too fast. One moment the situation is tense but not unable to be taken back—Emberface is bristling, her fangs bared—fear shoots through her muddled blood, but nothing is impossible, nothing seems impossible when Howlingstar is there to guide them.

The next, she is gone.

Suddenly, she is small again. Her body is tiny, but with the promise of future height, her eyes bright and aglow with energy she'll never feel again. Her family is almost whole, the losses that are there no longer fresh holes ripped in their tight - knit unit but old scar tissue. Sunfreckle is dozing behind her, her siblings playing just at the corner of her vision; her tiny body is alight with the promise of a future sprawling out before it as she bounds out of the nursery's sound walls and asks: Howlingstar, can you tell me a story?

She grins down at her, and the world is golden dayglow. The boring afternoon scampers away easily as she tells him tales of the Great Clans, and she promises Howlingstar that she'll be a LionClan warrior one day.

" Mousenose! " she calls after a silence that seems to last forever. She isn't a LionClan warrior. She isn't brave enough to face off against the wolves that have always been hiding in their ranks—not like her sister, her foolish sister, who dares the rebels to make her. She moves—but it isn't fast enough, she isn't fast enough—and Ravenstrike splits her sister's throat open in one curving blow. Blood spatters Emberface's golden visage, the thing she had been named for, and she thinks she might choke on it.

" Sunshine—Freckle— " she gasps, searching for her siblings in the crowd, searching for all she has left in this world. " Sparky—Father— " There's no time. There's no time to find them all. She's already too late. " We have to go. "

OOC : Looking for her siblings :')

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[Yewflame!]

So let's pretend we like each other​

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Many stand against them, but watching as many rallied underneath Skyclaw's lead made his lip quiver into a grin as he watched the downfall of their old leader, witnessing her become nothing more than just a hollow shell, Skyclaw taking over the clan as he lifted his chin with pride. They will soon understand, all of them who defied them will realize how much stronger they will be with out those weaklings.

"Starclan is on our side today! They see fit to remove Howlingstar from her reign " he cheered victoriously. Surely, surely after all of this... Howlingstar would see, see that this is the right thing for Thunderclan. A dark chuckle rumbled through his throat. They had won, this was a victory! His plumed tail swayed as he moved forward, those who stood against them were being killed. Mouseflight slayed in defiance.

"Soon, you'll all see... see this is best for Thunderclan" he breathed, not breaking rank, yet his gaze stayed onto the form of Skyclaw. Their new leader, who would lead them to greatness who will make them stronger than they have before. He was fit to reign the clan, he was Howlingstar's kin after all, and Flamewhisker was smart to tell the warriors to stand back, she was seeing her rightful place amongst the crowd. All of this was for Thunderclan in the end... all of this. ​

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[BASILPAW!]

( 𖤓 ) it all happens too fast for the cream apprentice to understand. howlingstar returns speaking betrayal from within the clan, and the boy clings to his siblings' sides, ferny eyes wide and wondering. when skyclaw thunders into camp with all the forces of those exiled surrounding him, basilpaw steps in front of merlinpaw and wolfpaw, fur ruffled up along his scruff, his bottle-brush tail kinked up over his back as if to try and look frightening. truthfully, he is a lost kit in the midst of all this mess, his bravado cut through with the trembling of his legs. flamewhisker, reliable and good and brave, leaps up to join her queen atop the high rock and is smacked down. if the deputy is so easily knocked aside, the very same who'd told basilpaw bedtime stories and made him feel secure and safe within the nursery, how is he supposed to do anything?

howlingstar looks suddenly pitiful and small, projected against a vast sky. skyclaw makes his demands and they are denounced, and then everything is moving so quickly. skyclaw is upon his leader and his teeth sink into the older woman's throat. howlingstar falls to the ground. antlerbreeze shrieks and runs to her. "howlingstar!" the boy cries her name but it is barely heard over the orders of their new tyrant king. basilpaw is frozen, gore splashed across camp. mousenose is torn open in their defiance, flamewhisker pushed back from the violence. the blood roars in basilpaw's ears as he pushes himself against his siblings, wide eyes seeking his father and mother. what to do? where to go? tears track down his cheeks, claws unsheathe to throw himself into battle. what to do.. what to do?! a sob builds in the young boy's throat, bravado all but thrown away.

"stay back," he whimpers to his siblings, stock still in front of them. "f-find mom and dad." they'll know what to do. they always know.

IF YOU LET IT ALONE 𖤓 IT WILL SURELY GROW

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  a cream ticked tabby with high white, and green eyes. a tall boy sporting a chaotically ruffled coat of pale cream tabby. darker ticked stripes flow down his fur, and band around his legs and face. his chest, stomach, muzzle, and most of his tail are white, and he has ferny-green eyes that sparkle with mischief.
  

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