ESPRESSO [ wc evacuation notice ]

[PEBBLEPAW]

( ☼ ) never has he run so fast in his life. as his uncle bounds across the border, pebblepaw dashed back towards camp, the importance of his mission not lost on him. white tipped paws tap urgently against the tough ground beneath him as finally the boy arrives at his home. breath comes shallowly and quick as he bounds in, ears flat with effort. "mom!" he calls, and the name is finally purposeful. "lichentail! smokestar is going to help evacuate windclan!"

copper eyes flick around camp, attempting to locate the deputy and her lead warriors. "reedstrike, troutsnout, moonpaw, beepaw, and cicadapaw are with him." he gulps for air, taking a second to catch up with himself. "smokestar told me to tell you to prepare. they'll be back at the bridge soon."

already his paws are itching to race back, and he'll turn back towards the exit, glancing over his shoulder to see what his mom will have him do.

I DO NOT HAVE WINGS, LOVE ☼ I NEVER WILL

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  PEBBLEPAW ☼ HE / HIM, KITTEN OF RIVERCLAN. KINDLING x UNKNOWN, NEPHEW TO SMOKESTAR. 6 MOONS OLD, PENNED BY LAVS
  
  
  a large blue tabby with low white. pale blue fur covers the length of pebblekit's stocky body, sliced through with darker tabby stripes and spots. baleful orange eyes peer out of heavy set sockets, and his muzzle, paws, and tail tip are dashed with white.
  
  
  
  

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[lichenstar]

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CLAIM THE BURIAL I SEEK IN DREAMS FLOWING RIVER CEMETARY ✧

• Were it not for the unfortunate nature of her boy's tongue she might've been in a better mood.... Harmless gossip had been a source of turmoil she thought buried under moons of hardships toiled through. It just proved how fickle everything was... nothing was safe.
  
  Not even her territory.
  
  Excitement is contrasted in the complete lack of affectionate greeting that would normally be afforded her children- he is so eager to hare off again and join the excitement that Lichentail almost mistakes this for good news rather than the hellish reveal it actually is. WindClan? Evacuating?.... At the bridge.....
  
  It rings in her ears like a gong sounding in alarm. She is certain Smokestar has lost his damned mind in that moment, bites her tongue so hard she can taste iron in her mouth. Her jaw clenches, shoulders go rigid and she is anything but the mirror image of the bouncing boy in front of her. The coals she'd been trying to suffocate are brushed with a gust that sparks them with furious life...
  
  In that moment all the air rushes from her lungs and all the words she could say die without voice. How many times was this now that Smokestar had made a hare-brained decision about WindClan against every single council member's raised concerns? Two. Two times her fears over-looked when she'd felt safe enough to share them. A bitter, angry part of her says this is just the same as it had always been. Ever the dutiful member of the council and ignored all the same.
  
  "Go then," she finally answers, releasing him from his baited-breathed waiting and her voice is hollow of the heat that radiates through her limbs. Bottled up. Quieted. Contained.
  
  "Someone guard.. the nursery," she'd be damned if those kit-stealers got their claws on any of theirs. There would not be a repeat of that rogue she-cat's attempts... a corpse would be all that was left next time. "Anyone... of strong mind... and quiet tongue... with me." She would not have her leader humiliated publicly, even if his decision tasted like betrayal.
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[BRONZESHINE]

♡​♡ why you so obsessed with me ♡♡​

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bronzeshine & 27 moons & female & she/her & riverclan warrior​

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What a tragedy. Oh woe is them. Bronzeshine wasn't exactly known for her loving aura. She had a particular distaste for WindClan, though it wasn't like she held much of a thought for any of the clans. As long as they stayed alive and far away, she generally didn't care. Unfortunately for her, in this case, she cannot have both of those things be true at once. She hated to admit the unease that prickled under her fur at the thought of WindClan being required to evacuate. The fire was really that bad, huh? Yikes. She stepped up with Lichentail, nodding to her deputy. She could bite her tongue when she had to. Her face was harder to conceal but she figured more paws would be worth a snarky look or two.

— boy i wanna know ♥

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[Petalnose]

A rush of paws made a head raise sharply, as of to jump from her spot and spin away from any kitten coming for her tail once more. Although, the frame rushed past to the blue pointed deputy. Something she didn't believe would be of interest.. a cool bug.. first catch.. Petalnose was ready to turn her ears away and listen to the birds chatter above instead. What was something of interest she'd listen from a kit if she wasn't personal with them? The songs of newleaf were more her taste.

That was until she heard the loathed clans name fall from the rushed tongue. News that they were helping them. And without the decision of the council?

Petalnose narrowed her eyes, fur standing to tail end as she leaped up, "What." She growled lowly. Muscles tensed, nearly staggering from the bottling frustration as she grouped up with the deputy at her own furious command. Lichentail didn't know either. From a glimpse of the deputy she saw the same tensity, she was just as angry and confused. Smokestar didn't discuss this with Lichentail either.

How mind boggling..

"This could be a trap.." she suggested to Lichentail, refusing to think their leader would do such to risk the safety of his clan.. To risk their plentiful supply when they all worked their tails off in leafbare. "..Tell me what to do and I'll do it." Quiet she was despite the bubbling rage she was so known well for, this near felt like betrayal. If.. this even was a message from Smokestar. It was difficult within itself to accept. This didn't sound like him. This wasn't like him.

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[salmonshade]

The call is meant for Lichentail, but it draws forth multiple cats, it draws forth Salmonshade herself, someone who stares on with suspicion, alarm in her gaze. Theres no way. There isn't any way that Windclan is even passing through their territory. Petalnose shares the same anger. Lichentail seems much more reserved, composed. Bronzeshine isn't showing much emotion, either...

"After all they've put us through?" Salmons voice rings out in disbelief, butting her way in to the conversation with bristling fur, eyes full of skepticism. "After all they've done?!" who cares if they turned a new leaf!? She feels sick to her stomach. "Smokestar wouldn't. He can't," it's spoken more as a silent plea to herself than anyone else.

Fury bubbles within her, crashes down upon her so hard that she takes a step back, tail lashing behind her. Thunderclan can go house them, anyone, anyone else. She feels a frustrated screech rising in her throat, she has to swallow hard to push it back down.

Despite the rage, despite the simmering pot that threatens to bubble over, she steps up besides Lichentail. She'd be damned if she let these moor-rats tread on the territory without being there herself... She does not forgive, nor forget easily, and its apparent with the glint in her eyes, the way her body walks upon autopilot. She can't believe this is happening.

What of their apprentices, of their kits? Of Riverclans youngest members? Helping shelter former murderers, thieves, practically rogues... She frowns.

𝙼𝙰𝚈𝙱𝙴 𝙸𝚃𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙸𝙻𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 ଳ⋆｡˚ 𝙼𝙰𝚈𝙱𝙴 𝙸𝚃𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝚁

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  ❥ cis female ,, she/her ,, 38 months
  ❥ warrior of riverclan ,, mentoring riverpaw
  ❥ fluffy & dainty chocolate tortie smoke with white, blue eyes
  ❥ "speech, fd9367" ,, thoughts
  ❥ lesbian ,, single
  ❥ smells like warm flowers & freshly cut grass
  ❥ chibi by pin ,, penned by chuff

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[PEBBLEPAW]

( ☼ ) flaming optics widen as the boy watches his deputy’s reaction, empathetic heart reading confusion and anger as the molly registers his words. a frown will begin to form on the apprentice’s face, his tail tip trembling as for a moment he wonders whether lichentail means to chastise him. truly pebblepaw has to agree that smokestar’s actions seem rash and bold, and he watches the same thoughts flit across his mom’s face before she composes herself and commands him to go. a soft growl from petalnose has the boy flattening his ears. “i swear it’s true! a cat called scorchstreak came to the border and she smelled all smoky and looked… pretty awful.” his vocals trail off into silence as the lead warrior begins speaking to lichentail. it’s clear pebblepaw has done his job here. he turns to go.

“foxtail is gonna meet them at the bridge and lead them to the beech copse,” he calls over his shoulder and slips out of camp once again, trusting lichentail will know what to do. snow capped paws lead him back the way he came, confident that his clan is behind him.

I DO NOT HAVE WINGS, LOVE ☼ I NEVER WILL

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  a large blue tabby with low white. pale blue fur covers the length of pebblekit's stocky body, sliced through with darker tabby stripes and spots. baleful orange eyes peer out of heavy set sockets, and his muzzle, paws, and tail tip are dashed with white.
  
  
  
  

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[FERNGILL]

Pebblepaw's whirling approach snapped Ferngill's head to attention in an instant- it was impossible to miss the young apprentice's approach, and impossible to shrug away his words. Smokestar is helping evacuate WindClan. Immediately, his fiery features collapsed into bafflement- helping WindClan? After everything that Clan had done to them- after Smokestar stating on no uncertain terms that he had very little sympathy for them... it seemed odd, discomfiting, and Ferngill's eye flickered between the faces of the other warriors, of their deputy- the disdain between them was obvious.

As ever, Ferngill's initial reaction was not anger- it took straws and straws to broil him over, and hearing the name Scorchstreak made him relax, just a little bit. He knew Scorchstreak- knew her fairly well. On their journey to find the lungwort, he had known her to be a loyal Windclanner, of course- but equally honest and blunt. Petalnose's worry that it might be a trap earned a shake of Ferngill's head.

"No, surely... they wouldn't lie about something like this." WindClan were prideful and surely aware of their awful reputation. Fire was a terrible, twisting thing- he'd never looked it in the face, but it was the sort of awful force that he imagined even the most sour of souls would be helpless against without help. "It... it has to be bad, if they turned to us." it had to be really bad- for even WindClan would have young kittens with brittle claws. What could they do against an inferno?

Ferngill took in a deep breath, though- he wouldn't defy his deputy. "I'll help guard the nursery," he told them, a nod of his head accompanying her words. Not that the queens weren't able themselves... ​

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[hazecloud]

Trouble has stirred too much already for the queen to give much attention, at least not right away. Of course the call for her, (at least she thought was for her), had lured her gaze to Pebblepaw. She began to rise for his attention but his direction was toward another, bounding to his other mother.

Just as quickly she stilled once again and turned away, stubbornly keeping her back to the pair and remaining focused on the little ones in her charge. Idly she batted a moss ball between herself and another, keeping an ear angled back just to listen. She almost couldn't believe the words from the boys mouth. Evacuate WindClan?

Many of her peers echo the words she was ready to say. How could he possibly want to help them? The forest would not forget how they stood by as kit-stealers under their mad queen. Spitting on the name of StarClan, almost butchering their last hope of leadership in their megalomania.

Initially, out of pure petty feelings she took Lichentail's call for a guard more agitating than she would have before. What saved her from sinking into the warm familiarity of combativeness was Ferngill volunteering the spot of a guard. She would much rather another fellow journeymate in this time, anyhow.

"I can show you where Kindling managed to get through, if it will help." Hazecloud offered the tom, rising to meet his good side once he approached closer to the nursery. ​

 

[TWINKLEPAW]

Twinklekit can hardly believe her ears. RiverClan was going to help WindClan… evacuate? She’s heard very little about the moor clan during her short life, anything she has heard hasn’t been very nice either. Stories of their bloody fangs and murderous eyes have reached her ears, she’s heard of them killing RiverClan cats and quarreling with her clan. While she’s been told in recent times they’ve grown less thirsty for blood, she still doesn’t trust them. The idea of Lichentail joining the fray makes her heart sink to her stomach.

Tears prick at her eyes, what if they decided to hurt RiverClan after they were done being helped? She presses herself into her shared nest in the nursery, fearful of what might come of the cats who helped the moorland clan to safety.

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  » She/her . AFAB
  » A pretty blue lynx sepia with blue eyes
  » ”Speech”․ thoughts ․ attack
  
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  » Excels in hiding, running from danger.
  » Fights defensively to survive.
  » May powerplay minor harm. Can powerplay healing

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[HOUNDSTRIDE.]

"The beech copse?" Sure as anything else, that strikes an awful chord. His tail swishes and his ears flick back as if they're tempted to pin down. But he doesn't. He doesn't spit and snarl and add to the abuse his clanmates begin to shout. A few of them think that Smokestar would never do such a thing. Maybe they're right. Certainly not something he'd do easily. There's information here he hasn't figured out yet, and it looks like Lichentail's the only one looking to find it. Too many clanmates already line up beside her, so Houndstride doesn't offer himself. Instead, he mutters, "Too many eyes'll do you no good, and the nursery's not my sort'f place. If you need anything else, shout it 'fore you leave."

Otherwise, it looks like he's back to patrolling more than strictly required of his clan. Who's to say they wouldn't take a mile when given as much as they were? And if Pebblepaw's right, that there's fire on the moors, surely they'd have an interest in claiming new hunting grounds. RiverClan's got some of the finest.

𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐋𝐄𝐓: 𝐎 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊.  ╱ ( 𝑬𝑿𝑰𝑻 𝑯𝑨𝑴𝑳𝑬𝑻 ) 〚 03.11.2024 〛 𓆟༝ ˚ ｡ ⋆｡˚ ༝ • .𓆝

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• 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄. HE - HIM - HIS. PRODIGAL WARRIOR OF RIVERCLAN. ————— mauled by a fox moons ago and has the scars to prove it. though his wounds are healed, nothing can rid him of that pain.  ╱ PENNED BY REVELATIONS
  
  a lean chocolate tabby with lime green eyes. the scars that had once been limited to the bridge of his nose now shatter and expand across that entire side of his face, up to a ripped ear and down to his shoulder and front right leg. it is somewhat difficult for him to put his weight on that paw at odd angles, and he gets grumpy after a long while of walking, but it does not inhibit him terribly.

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[bubbleburst]

"GOT A LITTLE CASH NOW SO THAT SKIRT IS DIOR"​

At Bubblepaw's core, she hopes that there's no such thing as a truly bad cat. Not since the ousting of Sootstar, at least. However, the mere mention of WindClan sets the apprentice's teeth on edge. She still remembers the coppery smell of blood when Smokestar had returned from receiving his nine lives, attacked by the very clan that they were supposed to help, and on neutral holy lands nonetheless. Understandable disbelief ripples through RiverClan at the news of their aid of the enemy. Somehow she believes it though; Smokestar is apt to be the bigger person in her eyes.

Warriors offer themselves to help Lichentail prepare for evacuation, but Bubblepaw feels glued to the ground. She shares Petalnose's apprehension that it could be a trap, and that apprehension stops her from volunteering to help with the evacuation efforts. The silver tabby remains unmoving for a few long moments. Where will WindClan go? Will they be welcomed into RiverClan's territory? Is she expected to share court with the same cats who tried to kill her leader not that many moons ago...?

The voices of her clanmates pull her back to reality. "I want to help Ferngill guard the nursery," Bubblepaw offers her assistance where she knows she's strongest: on the defensive side rather than the offensive side.​

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