border I COULD BE SO BRASH, I'M GOING TO CRASH — prey stealing

[Owlheart]

Confrontation was not Owlheart’s favoured thing, she was not skilled in the art of it. Usually opting to be soft spoken and compliant. Perhaps she would be that way in any other circumstance, this was unique though. She never expected to see ThunderClan on their territory, hunting SkyClan’s prey. Yet here they were, she had never thought the clan to be so shameless, from her understanding there was a good relationship between the clans so… why would they do this? Irritation is quick to flare under her pelt, she was certain that if her fur wasn’t already tinged red then the anger she felt would have done so.

Howlfire’s words were more eloquently put then she could ever hope to express, even though it was clear the warrior was just as furious over this. The venom dripping from her words was unmistakable, she hoped that actually drove home the gravity of their actions. Realising the destruction they were sewing with such careless choices, while she herself was only a recently named warrior she knew better. These actions were perpetrated by others who seemed older than her, with plenty of experience. That was ultimately what annoyed her the most, they should know better, they do know better.

Golden eyes stare at the shaggy brown and white form of Fallowpaw, lip curling in a snarl. The fact that they were involving the younger members of their clan, it was upsetting to the tabby. What kind of standards were they setting? She didn’t dare look away from the apprentice, taking a step towards it in hopes that Fallowpaw would step back in response. Eitherway Owlheart remained rooted where she stood after that initial step, fur bristling. She wanted to ensure that she would actually move to her side of the border rather than staying on SkyClan territory. “You heard her, leave now before you’re forced to.” while she did not make an effort to yell the disdain was in her voice clear as day.

Johnnyflame’s words gave Owlheart pause, did they come here because they thought it would be easier to steal from them? That thought poked at the coals of her anger, usually she’d be able to smother it by now but it didn’t seem to go away any time soon. Anger gave her a looser tongue, vocalising things she wouldn't otherwise dare say. She couldn’t help but let a snide remark slip by with a disappointed shake of her head. "What a joke. All this effort to break the code and little to nothing to show from it too.”

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[FALLOWBITE]

ˏˋ*⁀➷ The thrill of adventure doesn't last long. A SkyClan patrol pours across the open ground, and the air breaks out into yelling. Fallowpaw drops from where she had begun to climb, stumbling backwards as she tries to find footing. They've been caught; her pulse pounds. She hadn't thought ahead, hadn't considered - she's with a lead warrior, she thought he would keep them safe. Her eyes dart around wildly. Fight or flee? No order is given, and so she stands her ground.

And then all of a sudden, one of them is on her. Everything narrows down to a point as her wide eyes meet the other cat. A golden-pelted warrior, older and bigger than her. She crowds it, steps forwards - and there's a ringing thrum of nervous adrenaline echoing in its ear. The fields of pines are wide open, no cover. Plenty of places to run, and yet it still feels cornered. Exposed, more accurately. Plenty of places to run but nowhere to escape the boring eyes of the SkyClan cats. Caught, like a hunted fox.

A predator animal's fear is a much different thing from that of prey. Fallowpaw is no prey; she is not one to cower or run. Her claws unsheathe, root her to the ground. Her eyes remain fixed on the face before her as her lip curls, face contorting into a fierce snarl. It is the sort of creature whose fear is a vicious thing, desperate and hungry. A growl rises from the apprentice's throat in time with the hairs along its back. Owlheart's words only stoke the fire, and before long that fear has become something far more useful: anger. "Get outta my face," tears from its throat in a snarl as the apprentice barrels forwards, attempting to use its full body weight to shove Owlheart away.

Its heart beats fast, eyes blown wide. Bared teeth snap in the direction of Owlheart, more aiming to scare than actually hit anything. Her voice is low. "Don'tcha got twolegs who can feed you? Some of us gotta actually work for our catches." Shame burns behind her ears, the warrior's jabs getting under her skin. She just needed more time, that's all. She could have caught something if not for this terrible interruption. "Wouldn't kill you to spare some for the rest of us," it snarls. SkyClan can't be hurting for food; she's heard the way the warriors talk about them. The kittypet clan who has everything made, with hardly any need to hunt at all. Not like ThunderClan, not like her working her tail off for food that will go to the mouths of a thousand mewling kits before it ever reaches her own maw. It's not fair. She stays rooted to her spot, making no move to retreat back over the border. Fear turned anger brims in disdainful golden eyes, as she lets out one final snap. "So why don't you just back off."

‎‎┌── HERE IN THE FOREST, DARK AND DEEP ⁀➷ I OFFER YOU ETERNAL SLEEP ──┐‎

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  FALLOWPAW ⁀➷ she / it, apprentice of thunderclan, nine moons.
  ➳ a scarred, pointed brown and white molly with shaggy fur and golden eyes.
  ➳ standoffish and solitary, always seems to have a dark cloud hanging over its head.
  ➳ baying hound xx npc, littermate to antlerpaw & doepaw.
  ➳ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ➳ penned by SATURNID ↛ saturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[Tawnyclaw]

*+:｡.｡ Tawnyclaw loomed behind his sister, a smirk dancing on his maw. Though the young man wasn't the most patriotic of Skyclanners, he felt glad to be part of a clan that actually had morals, unlike the scum caught with their tails between their legs. He sees no point in speaking up, especially when Crowsight, Jhonnyflame, and Sorrelsong have all already thrown out some impressively scathing remarks. His hazel eyes watch as one of the idiots manages to find the singular brain cell between them all and leaps away, back over the border. Another point for Skyclan for being the bigger person - any other clan would've chased the mouse-heart down and left them bloodied and bruised for their insult on Skyclan's land. But Tawnyclaw remains comfortable in the relatively peaceable position his clan-mates take. He's not a violent tom, after all.

Until one of them lays a paw on his sister.

Tawnyclaw sees red - a flash of crimson so deep it spares no room to realize that the aggressor before him couldn't be more than a handful of moons old. No, all he sees before him is a flash of russet, snapping teeth, an intent to kill - a fox. A life taken.

The larger tom lunges forth and with unsheathed claws, aims to smash his paw down as hard as he can on @FALLOWPAW 's head. There is no intelligent comment, no witty remark, just a guttural snarl that pushes through barred teeth, "Get. Out."

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  GENERAL:
  ♔ Tawnyclaw
  ♔ DFAB— He/Him — Unsure
  ♔ 12 moons — Ages 1 moon every month 28th
  ♔ Skyclan — Warrior
  ♔ Son of Orangestar and Ashenclaw
  ♔ Brother to Cherryblossom, Eggbounce, Glimmersun and Owlheart
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ♔Physically hard | mentally medium
  ♔ Attack in bold #bf8924
  injuries: None currently

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[skyclaw]

Skyclaw's fur ruffles as Ravenstrike speaks, and he shoots the older warrior a frown. This is the life he is deigned here on out - senseless negging from those perceived better than he. For she is better, a 'pure' ThunderClanner. The mottled tom scuffs some dirt over his pigeon, shooting, "They must smell no better than the dirt spilling from your maw," towards the dark furred femme. They needn't infight, but Skyclaw will not allow his work to be diminished because of his father's decisions. "Bug off, go worry about your hunting," he mutters, scenting the air again.

And yet - the scent of the SkyClan patrol wafts towards them, just as a cream tabby swipes at their newly minted apprentice. Wildheart is quick to gather Wrathpaw, and so Skyclaw says nothing in that regard. He tries to, instead, hold his sister's gaze, grimacing as she hisses her threats. "It's not stealing when your kind would've scared it all over the border, anyways," more arrive, one with a collar even. Skyclaw chuffs a laugh, eyebrows knitting together. He would've left it at that - even began to beckon Luckypaw back to his side to gather their catches and leave - but Crowsight approaches him, and something tells the patched tom that his young counterpart has fleas in his pelt that he's just itching to get out.

"Blazestar was never my father. He is as he has always been to me - dead. Sharing his blood means nothing to me," Skyclaw holds his stance, his tail raised as he glares towards Crowsight. The SkyClan tom steps a tad too far, however, and mentions his mother. Skyclaw grits his teeth and lashes his tail, "You don't even know her name - don't you dare claim I drag it through the mud," Would Little Wolf be happy with him today? Does it matter? She has Duskbird. "Go on, kittypet. I see your claws. If you're so threatened by us feeding our young, then do something about it. Unless you're nothing more than a mouse trying to parade on like a wolf." His own talons dig into the earth beneath them, willing the dark pelted other to lash out first.

[ engaging with @CROWSIGHT :3 ]​

 

[CROWSIGHT]

Your kind. Skyclaw speaks as if doesn't carry the same blood Howlfire does. All the black smoke hears is a shameful warrior lashing out at something that can never be changed. Just as Crowsight loathed his own disgrace of a sire, he couldn't yank his father's blood from his veins. Unlike the Thunderclan warrior, he takes after his father. Skyclaw looks from first glance nothing like Blazestar. Blazestar who bore a golden pelt and blue eyes. Had Skyclaw not leaked his true lineage, Crowsight would never have guessed this warrior was the son of Blazestar, his step father. You've caused so much trouble, but you're not alive anymore to face what you've done. Sometimes he wishes he could curse out his step father for the decisions he's made and give the golden tom a good slap across the cheek.

However, this was not the time nor place for that. "If he means nothing to you, then you shouldn't be bothered by having kittypet blood." That is the truth of the matter isn't it? Skyclaw knows he bears kittypet blood, that he is their kind as well, but it is his pride that refuses to accept it. The reasons as to why are unknown to the black smoke and it is none of his concern. Everyone is responsible for the way they chose to live after all. The name of the Thunderclanner's mother eludes him. Even though he should know it. They are the mother of his brother Fireflypaw and sister Howlfire. Someone he never met in this life, but traces of her remained in Skyclan. Within Fireflypaw, Howlfire, Hawkpaw, Blazingpaw, and Wolfpaw. And when he thinks of a familiar golden pelt. You too. Even if she wasn't in Skyclan, the things you've done were for her. Out of love.

"I don't, but would she really wanted her kits to fight? Or hurt each other?" Are you watching right now? With Blazestar? He is pulled away from his thoughts when Skyclaw calls him a kittypet. Eyes narrow, glaring at the Thunderclan warrior. An ugly side rears its head. The black smoke hisses, "And what of our young? Your brothers and sisters? Your nieces and nephews?!" Afterwards, he would throw himself at Skyclaw, attempting to wrestle the warrior to the ground. Death. Oh, how he would love to end this sorry excuse of a warrior and brother, yet the image of Fireflypaw's tear ridden face reminds him that even someone as horrid as Skyclaw is loved. This cat, even if they crushed and tore at the hearts of his skyclan kin, will be missed. I can't do that to Firefly.

‧₊˚✩彡 nothing compares to the fever dream

• engaging with @skyclaw
• — crowsight / skyclan warrior / masculine pronouns / 13 moons
  — undecided / polyamorous / padding after oddgleam and owlheart
  — long haired black smoke with hazel eyes and polydactyly
  — may powerplay minor harm / can powerplay healing
  — biography / @ on discord for plots
  — penned by velou

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[Owlheart]

It was a little intimidating to see Fallowpaw in such a state, snarling and growling. Owlheart wasn’t going to lose her nerve here though, far too stubborn and upset to hold herself back from insulting it. Perhaps it would have been better to hold herself back in hindsight, she stumbles back as the apprentice barrels towards her, her attempt to push her back successful. A flash of fear takes over her usual good common sense, the only thing she can think of as it’s bared teeth snap in her direction is that she needed to protect herself; thinking it more of an attack then a threat. Unsheathed claws flies up on a reflexive instinct, aiming to slash at @FALLOWPAW's maw. It was more an act of perceived self defence rather than malicious intent to hurt another cat but when tempers flare like this how is one supposed to notice the difference.

The attempt to push her away should have told her to back away but the warrior gathered her nerves and remained at that step forward, refusing to back away. Fallowpaw wasn’t leaving, even after that, even after one of ThunderClan’s warriors had. That had sparked her fury all over again, resetting in a vicious cycle. “If you’re working so hard for your catches then why don’t you actually catch something? You wouldn’t know how to catch prey even if it dropped dead in front of you.” She snarls, baring her own teeth in response. It eluded her why having some clan-mates hailing from homes with twolegs when they could keep them fed would be seen as an insult, it solved the food shortage issues, at least to her. ThunderClan seemed like they could benefit from this if anything.

The flurry of movement from Tawnyclaw lunging towards the apprentice surprised Owlheart just as much as the sight of her barrelling towards her originally. She doesn’t move to stop him from his attack, tail lashing behind her as she watches. She does move to be beside him, not wanting anyone to be able to potentially lunge for him while he’s distracted with her. The tabby glares at the apprentice, not realising she hadn’t sheathed her claws after her strike. ​

 

[Howlfire]

As every moment passes, the tensions rise. Howlfire is glad to have more of her clanmates by her side, voices sharp and accusatory as they face down the ThunderClan patrol. Perhaps the only thing that throws her off is Crowsight's words. He chastises Skyclaw from across the border and she realises that he must have been on the recent patrol with Fireflypaw where her brother had lost his temper. It is the mention of her mother that throws her off, shooting Crowsight a glance that is both curious about the mention of Little Wolf, and a silent warning not to bring her up.

"My kind?" Howlfire echoes, when Skyclaw tries to justify his actions. She scoffs in amusement. Although the jab angers her, she is determined not to lose her cool. "Is that meant to insult me? You and I share the same blood, Skyclaw. I'm not ashamed of who I am and where I come from."

And then she sees Skyclaw seething, yelling at Crowsight for the mention of both their parents. A few of the younger SkyClan warriors are squabbling with ThunderClan cats and Skyclaw goads Crowsight to fight. "And what of our young?" Howlfire growls, fur rising again at Skyclaw's comment. It is a sentiment echoed by Crowsight before he launches himself at Skyclaw, trying to drag the other to the ground. If they were truly struggling to feed their young, then they should have asked. They were allies after all, Orangestar might have allowed them to hunt on SkyClan land if they were truly so desperate. Not now though. They have threatened the long held alliance to steal and then justify their actions by claiming that SkyClan was unable to catch their own prey, or insinuate that they all ate kittypet food. Sensing a bigger fight about to ensue, Howlfire braces herself should any of the ThunderClan cats think to try their luck with her. Her teeth are bared in warning at the nearest ThunderClan cat.​

 

[THISTLEPAW]

He had expected a fight. With each passing exchange, bewilderment wars with disgust. They wouldn't fight. Figfeather came closest, but the rest fight with words — pathetic. Thistlepaw is still crouched defensively over his catch (his first; he could not lose it) his pelt bristled and teeth bared. Raccoonstripe had told them not to instigate. That's the only thing keeping his claws from one of the warrior's noses. He slinks a half-step backwards, pawing it with him, until he stands close to his mentor once more. "Is this how SkyClan fights?" He hadn't even meant for it to be jeering. A mystified glance to the tabby tom, his lip still curled. With words? With an attempt at guilt? Another half-step back. "We're not giving up our prey. We need them. Your twolegs feed you. Not our real warriors." If they intended for ThunderClan to leave in peace, they would have to allow the mouse to come with him.

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝗕𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 🙴 𝗕𝐎𝐍𝐄  ╱ 𝑾𝑨𝑺 𝑰𝑻 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑻𝑯 𝑰𝑻? ＜03.03＞ ⸙

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• 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐖. HE - HIM. YOUNG APPRENTICE OF THUNDERCLAN. ————— the son of an ex-kittypet has spent most of his life confined to the medicine den. bad circumstances and worse healing left him in a limbo between life and death which he only just escaped. there's still recovering to do before his clanmates see him as anything more than a weak, sick kittypet.  ╱ PENNED BY REVELATIONS
  
  a prickly-furred chocolate and slate cat with amber eyes. though with a blocky, nearly bulky frame, thistlepaw has been softened, rounded, and stretched thin by his uncertain life. without work or play to thicken the pads of his paws or add strength to his limbs, his skin plays like canvas stretched taut over its frame, his fur a hazy cloak to cover the sickness. he seems soft and unwell in equal measure. certainly not an apprentice to be. . .

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[DUSKPOOL]

don't raise your voice . improve your argument .
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He rumbled, low and threateningly at the sight of ThunderClan invaders, molten-honey hues narrowed to fine slits at the exchange of words meant to harm bounced off of his frame like dust. He couldn’t say the same for some of his clanmates, exchanging non-lethal hits meant to drive out more than harm. His bulky build towered, and broad shoulders rolled back despite the twinge of annoyance his old shoulder injury caused, but otherwise, Duskpool remained distantly blank, expressionless against the sea of anger and low-blow taunts. Idiots. He thought sourly, mangled ear twisted, overhearing words exchanged with indifference.

“And yet yer the ones that can’t follow simple rules.” He rumbled. “Rules that were put down for everyone to follow, unless ThunderClan’s got issues followin’ 'em, then yer no better than bein’ clanless.” He glanced at the ThunderClanners like a scolding parent, not quite addressing one individual but the entirety of ‘em. “It ain’t about who’s got the advantage, and it sure as hell ain’t an excuse to steal prey on another territory. It ain’t the way to go, not unless yer askin’ for clans to ignore borders and start huntin’ on each other’s territory for the hell of it.” He grunted, licking at his teeth with dry deadpanness nestled within his timbre.

He glanced at Thistlepaw, helm cocked with a subtle chuff, molten hues squinting. “Get out of here before this pointless tussle ends in a bloodbath that I sure know ya can’t afford if yer this desperate in doin’ something foolish to save yer clan.” He jerked his helm toward the border, tone dropping dangerously to a half-slurred snarl. The scarred warrior rarely spoke much, but damnit if this ain’t all stupid, challenging SkyClan on their territory when they could have hunted elsewhere, or better yet, askin’ for permission, but he ain’t a fool. He snarled, wooly tail flickering, coming to stand beside his sister, a scowl etched on dark-hued lips, hidden beneath the wooly obsidian fur.

He stared icily at the prey beneath their paws, mangled ear flickered at the loud bickering with a rumble of his rattling chest, helm low to pivot, staring at Thistlepaw once more. Breedin’ more unnecessary hatred. He thought, unwilling to rise to the bait. He knew the truth. Duskpool cared little about what others thought, insignificant against those who counted and that comprised his family, nothin’ more.
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[skyclaw]

Skyclaw ignores that that occurs around him in favor of Crowsight. His own sister's voice becomes nothing but white noise as cats clash and argue. His bitter thoughts only worsen as the dark furred tom calls out his hypocrisy, though one wouldn't call it holding his tongue when he doesn't respond. At most, he's stunned; never a man of many words, always a warrior of action, he simply doesn't know what to say. He hates being told he's wrong and he hates being held back more, but he willingly waits for Raccoonstripe's beck and call - that is, until he goads Crowsight well enough.

"Quit it," he makes his demands as the other continues to neg about his deceased mother. "You like bringing up the dead enough, I can send you to just the right place to commune with them yourself," a threat, his fur bristling as he thinks callously of taking another life. He has plenty who would admonish him for killing needlessly, but it doesn't deter him yet. It's a necessity, to protect himself and his own. Amber eyes hold pin pointed pupils as Crowsight reveals that his guilty family has expanded, however he does not have the time to respond - for the black furred tom launches towards him.

Skyclaw anticipates an attack, however a tackle wasn't necessarily high on the list. He scrambles beneath the weight of the moggy, at first caught off guard however soon enough regaining his footing. His own claws unsheathe to gather grass and dirt beneath them, now fully aware that Crowsight is like him in that he will throw his behemoth size around should he need to. Skyclaw rears up, hooking a paw towards Crowsight to scare him back. He takes a step forward and swipes again, however this time he launches the same as his opponent had seconds before - and the combined effort of forethought and convenience trap Crowsight beneath him, even if only momentarily.

"Heh," he laughs, digging his claws into the coarse fur of Crowsight's chest. He leans down, his voice lowered so that only the other warrior can comprehend him, "Pathetic, just like your leader. The one before, that is," Blazestar, Skyclaw detests the tom's name almost as much as he's begun to hate his own. Many must of thought him as warm, like a campfire. Tame, but giving. The lost son sees him ruinous, out of control. He's glad that some fool managed to douse him, and perhaps he should be happy his legacy continues to flicker and die, too. Skyclaw clicks his teeth, and he winds up a paw, "Just feel lucky. I'm letting you off better than I did him..."

And within a second, with his opponent shocked or confused, the warrior swings down his taloned forepaw, aiming to slice at Crowsight's eye.

[ attacking @CROWSIGHT , powerplay permissions given :) big appreciate if what was said to crow is stuck to crow alone, and velou is allowed to share that info whenever they see fit! ]​

 

[CHRYSALISWING]

Leaping from the flitting shadows, Chrysaliswing's ivory fangs bared upon the harsh light, like they had been primed just to dig into the warmth of taut flesh and loosened blood. There was a beauty in the madness, he reckoned, as the sound of battle cries and pained yowls pierced through the once-tranquil border. Landing upon unforgiving ground, the scent of shedding sanguine and exhumed sweat weighed strong upon keen sense of smell/ Perhaps he had just been looking for an excuse to sink his teeth into something after everything that had happened to him, to wreak his pain onto another, like his anger and his strife had become too great to be held in bone cage and throbbing heart. That was the only way he knew to conceptualize his ire - to swallow it, to digest it, to throw it all back out of him. Never did his words and his actions remain for long within his mind, clawing to get out as though the innards of his body were far too poisonous even for his own machinations. Heterochromatic gaze searched around for an enemy, any enemy that would dare take on the crazed beast that the longhaired tom was. "Come on, you spineless fox-hearts." He muttered under hot breath.

𝘯𝘰 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 ⚠︎ 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘰𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘷𝘦

• Open to interactions, only one opponent pls! Battle information is in his tags :}
  
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  —— CHRYSALISWING / He/They / 24 Moons
  —— Warrior of Skyclan / Mentoring n/a
  —— A long-haired tomcat with chimaeric patterning. His left side is fully black and his right side is black splotched with sunset-orange. He has complete heterochromia, with his right eye being a bright green and his left eye being a glowering yellow.
  —— Abrasive, temperamental, and critical. Approach at your own risk and engage at your own cost. Despite this, he is a hard worker and quick to call out what he finds wrong.
  —— Penned by Tempest. Contact on Discord (naruk4mi) for plots and threads.

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[CROWSIGHT]

His fur bristles with the promise of death uttered from Skyclaw's lips. he snarls, "I'd like to see you try!" Fighting is difficult when you're not trying to kill your opponent. If Silversmoke was here now, the lead warrior would scold him for abandoning the most important rule of combat, of letting emotions sully his actions. Yes, in battle there is no such thing as being fair or morality. The only concern is survival and by breaking that essential rule taught to him when he was only four moons he pays a price. Fear does not well up within him as he's trapped by Skyclaw. What emotions wells up within has yet to be discerned, but Skyclaw would not allow him time. The laughter from the chimera is met with a stoicism, how peculiar... For a moment, before the Thunderclan warrior's claws dig into his chest causing him to gasp and dig his own claws into Skyclaw's arms, he could see it. Beyond the madness. A chimera with tear streaked cheeks peering from the fog.

Why? Why is it so familiar? Pain, however cares not for his thoughts, screeching at him to focus on Skyclaw. He should've taken this moment to flip the other and wound them, yet every fiber of his being orders him to stay still. There is something lurking in the wind. Blazestar? He remains unmoving, hazel eyes never leaving amber. The stoicism he had shown before is replaced with confusion. There was no need to bring up the dead leader in such a manner. If there's anything he's learned about Skyclaw in the few moments he's shared with the tom, is that the tom does not speak without any purpose.

A paw winding up goes unnoticed. Hazel eyes widen and a maw remains agape, speechless. What did you do?! The only answer that comes is searing pain, a claw cutting into flesh first. The claws that were already dug into the Thunderclan warrior's arm tug downward as they release themselves from dark fur. Adrenaline and instinct kick in, pushing Skyclaw with all the force he can muster off of him, slashing across their throat. It hurts! It hurts! Ithurtsithurtsithurts! It is simply unfathomable to even begin to describe the agony he's experiencing. Quickly creates distance between them.

How he didn't just collapse in a pathetic heap is a mystery. Something's wrong. The black and brown fur Skyclaw bore was not as clear as before. The urge to use his own claws and dig them into his own eye to cease the sudden itchiness grew. Closing the eye only made matters worse. Nevertheless, he faced Skyclaw head on. "What did you do?!" The need for truth overcomes pain. He could not rest without an answer.

Wavering paws draw near.

"Don't. I understand that you wouldn't hesitate but don't throw yourself in front of danger for us"

Owlheart... A lone hazel eye stares at the red dripping from Skyclaw's throat. It isn't enough to kill. A strained smile curls from his lips, a phantom of gold and black looms behind Skyclaw. Black paws buckle from underneath him, yet his smile never wavers. Grotesquely gentle towards an enemy. "Fireflypaw... I did the right thing, didn't I?" I didn't kill him. You won't lose another family member.

Pathetic is what Skyclaw called him. Maybe he was right. Maybe he was just as pathetic as Blazestar for allowing his emotions to get in the way, but he wouldn't regret this decision. He would never regret enduring this for his brothers. Yes... Skyclaw and Fireflypaw. Black limbs slowly rise. He could no longer fight unless he really wanted to be sent to the stars. Claws sheathe as he approaches with unsteady paws. There was something there. I could almost grasp it. Insane is what Skyclaw most likely thought as he watched the black warrior approach him. It was easy to strike him too, what kind of moron unsheathes his claws when your opponent hasn't?

As foolish as it is, Crowsight places his trust in his brother to not kill him. The black smoke begins to speak for Skyclaw's whisper alone. "Blaze-the one before... Has three more kits. You're... We're older brothers." Candorkit. Hollykit. Lionkit. Their names remain unspoken. If Skyclaw wanted to know he would figure out who these kits were of his own volition. Perhaps it would have been better not to say anything, however, the gravity of Thunderclan's decision to steal must be known. And... he had to right to know of his family. If he was filled with this much rage learning Blazestar was his father, then how would much worse would he become learning he was an older brother?

"You fight well brother, and I'm sorry I insulted your mother. I don't see any of him in you. Make sure this isn't a decision you'll regret." Black paws begin to shift away from the other warrior. "We'll meet again, Skyclaw," are his final words to his brother before retreating back to the safety of camp.

[attacked @skyclaw , powerplay perms were given! highly appreciate if no one heard what crow said to sky alone! rae is allowed to share this info whenever/however they see fit! currently retreating due to the wounds he sustained from skyclaw]​

 

[RACCOONSTRIPE]

Raccoonstripe’s patrol sets to work, and mouths are soon filled with SkyClan’s bounty. Pleasure warms the tips of his paws and works its way up his limbs. Tonight, our young and queens will eat well. Thistlepaw’s lunge reveals a bit of stolen fresh-kill, and the tabby lead warrior sets his tail tip against the young tom’s shoulders. His first catch. “Well done,” he murmurs. “You can take that straight to Flamewhisker when we get back to camp. I’m sure she’ll be grateful for it.” The rest of his warriors begin to hunt, and with every jawful of prey they spring back up with, Raccoonstripe offers each a smile.

Unfortunately, Wrathpaw misses his catch, and the exuberant apprentice blunders face-first into a SkyClan warrior. Raccoonstripe recognizes her as one of the cats who’d accompanied Nightbird and Little Wolf to the mountains—Figfeather, yellow-pelted and hissing with anger. She alerts a nearby patrol, and chaos ensues.

Raccoonstripe’s dark eyes narrow as Howlfire emerges from brush, her pelt bristling. He meets her hazel gaze squarely, unmoved. “ThunderClan will leave, but we are taking the prey we caught with us,” he intones, his tail lashing once. He intends to turn and goad his warriors and apprentices back toward the oak forest, but a cat with a smoky-colored pelt arrives and begins to insult Skyclaw. Inwardly, the tabby groans—they’d likely not be getting out of this without some blows exchanged, now.

The collared lead warrior’s venom only causes Raccoonstripe’s tufted ear to swivel. “As I’ve said, we’ll be taking the prey we caught,” he growls. “I’m sure your medicine cat is hungry, too.” A smirk plays upon his lips. “And what better way to feed a guest in our camp than with prey from his own territory?”

But tensions sweep through the opposing patrols like wildfire. Skyclaw rises to the dark tom’s challenge, and bloodscent wreathes through the air. A young warrior goads Fallowpaw, and she wastes no time in responding with claws and teeth. Anger tears through him as another warrior descends upon Fallowpaw. “SkyClan needs two warriors to fight an apprentice?” He lunges toward Tawnyclaw and Owlheart, but instead of attacking them, he attempts to grip Fallowpaw’s scruff in his mouth and tear her away from her attacker’s. If successful, he’ll drop her at his feet and snarl, “Run! Take as much prey as you can and retreat! There will be no more blood spilled here today.”

With that, he snatches one of the catches made by the patrol and heads back toward the right side of the border.

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

• ooc: —
• 
• Raccoon . Raccoonstripe, he/him w/ masculine terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 37 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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[FALLOWBITE]

ˏˋ*⁀➷ Fallowpaw surges forwards in an attempt to intimidate, and finds claws sinking into her muzzle instead. Something half-growl and half-yelp bursts from her maw, startled and angry. She stumbles back a half-step; the apprentice has always had more of a talent for enacting violence than withstanding it. She blinks, and Owlhearts words prickle their way into the pelt. "You don't know anything about me," it says lowly. Blood drigs sluggishly from its maw - the wound was light. It looks at this well-fed warrior, and thinks of cardinal-blood strewn haphazard about snow, days of wandering with clumsy claws forced to learn to quickly how to hunt. This haughty warrior doesn't know the first thing about hunting, about hunger.

There is a hunger in her now, she thinks. Not just for the meals gobbled up by greedy kits, but something darker. Her maw stings where the open wound touches the air, and something coils snakelike and bitter within her gut. She wants this warrior to hurt And yet, just as she moves in to catch the warrior's leg between her teeth --

A paw comes down on her head, pinpricks digging in. She's stumbling again, her world is spinning. There's two of them now. "Wh - You --" It's not fair. They're bigger than her, they're better fed than her, they don't have to worry about anything. She feels childish as she cutses the world around her: not fair not fair not fair. None of it is.

Another comes at it from behind, and Fallowpaw bursts into action - writhing and wriggling like a restless kit. "Foxhearts!" it snarls, feeling teeth dig into its scruff. Teeth snap once again in the direction of Owlheart, claws too failing to find purchase as she is dragged away. Her final word is little more than a restless growl, deposited haphazardly upon the ground. It whirls to face its newest aggresor, and - oh. Burning amber eyes meet the face of Raccoonstripe, and some of that fire dims. His words register distantly. The command has been given, and it is to run.

It resents it, and yet... They need the food. One final, bared-teeth glare is shot towards the siblings, and the Fallowpaw is off. It snaps up the anything it can find half-buried as it runs, having no catches of its own to bring. She's skittering off across the pine fields before long, paws stumbling clumsily over tree roots - and cursing the warriors she was forced to leave unscathed.

‎‎┌── HERE IN THE FOREST, DARK AND DEEP ⁀➷ I OFFER YOU ETERNAL SLEEP ──┐‎

• // OUT o7
  

• 

  
  
  "SPEECH"
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• 
  FALLOWPAW ⁀➷ she / it, apprentice of thunderclan, nine moons.
  ➳ a scarred, pointed brown and white molly with shaggy fur and golden eyes.
  ➳ standoffish and solitary, always seems to have a dark cloud hanging over its head.
  ➳ baying hound xx npc, littermate to antlerpaw & doepaw.
  ➳ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ➳ penned by SATURNID ↛ saturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[FIGFEATHER]

Chaos ensures, claws unsheathe and blood begins to be shed. Before her eyes younger warriors of the clans begin to tussle, Raccoonstripe lunges in and aims to break it up, not before reminding SkyClan of the ‘guest’ that awaits them back home. Her eyes grow wide with horror, Dawnglare!

”Fox-hearts! You best not have laid a claw to his pelt!” If they had done this, they’d do that. She doesn’t get an answer before the lead ThunderClan warrior orders his patrol to run for the border with their stolen catches. Figfeather wants to lunge after them- she does, but Dawnglare is heavy on her mind. What if they hurt him if they didn’t let them get away? What if for every injury they got they hurt their medicine cat worse? She feels trapped and her paws free, she lets them flee.

Among the pelts she sees one shockingly familiar. One of gray and white, of many scars. ”Stormywing!” Figfeather roars after the cat she had helped climb the mountains. They had been like clan-mates back then. ”This is how you repay the cats who stuck so close to your clan-mates side in their time of need?” She has not forgotten the journey, and she has not forgotten that it was prominently SkyClan cats who had delayed arriving home to help a ThunderClan apprentice return home.

”SkyClan will not forget!” She yowls after them, spit flying from her maw as she snaps her fangs. Pure anger floods through her body, but this time claws were not the answer. Not while they had Dawnglare.

♡ INFO BATTLE

• 
  » Figfeather
  » SkyClan Lead Warrior
  » She/her . AMAB
  » Sire to Sangriapaw & Coffeepaw
  » Mentoring Daisypaw
  » A red tabby she-cat with a mangled leg.
  » "Speech"․ thoughts ․ attack
  
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  » A foe in battle whose ability to strategize can shift tides.
  » Excels in strategizing and pre-planning her battles.
  » Fights defensively and to aid her clan to victory.
  » May powerplay minor harm. Can powerplay healing

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[skyclaw]

Skyclaw's swing makes its mark - but not without consequence. While he was able to ignore the scoring lines down his forearms, Crowsight's final act of self preservation catches his throat and, instinctively, he lurches back. He loses his footing and gives the black furred tom space to retreat, however as soon as he is capable, he straightens his posture. Blood spills from his neck and arms, terribly enough to worry but not enough to incapacitate him just yet.

Still, he stares, for his last opponent was Blazestar, and his sire did not fight back with such fervor. He almost has appreciation for the way Crowsight saved himself, if not for the way he cries. What did you do?! He screams, and Skyclaw does not dignify him with an immediate answer. The mottled tom lets out a shuddered breath, amber eyes trained on his opponent as he anticipates a further match between them. To the death, even; he wouldn't have minded it if this is how either of them ended.

But Crowsight falls. His weight is too much and he crumples, and Skyclaw is admittedly disappointed once again. He murmurs something, however the ThunderClan cat struggles to hear it over the blood rushing in his ears. He takes the moment that Crowsight is down to look towards his Clanmates - many are retreating, some are arguing. Raccoonstripe, alone, is commanding their retreat. With their catches. Skyclaw quirks a grin.

The grin falls when he looks back to see Crowsight standing. He wears his own smile, something oddly blissful and determined, and he ambles slowly towards Skyclaw. Claws are sheathed, no longer sinking into the pine needles beneath them. Skyclaw slinks back a step regardless, letting out a warning hiss. Somehow, Crowsight's trust is not misplaced, however perhaps it is because if the information he shares. It stuns Skyclaw, every level of it. To have more siblings, sired by the very man who broke the code, who abandoned him and Duskbird, who saved and sheltered him still from ridicule despite his own cruelty. And besides that - the tom he's just irreversibly ruined... is somehow his brother.

He remains still with the shock, eyes widened slightly. He rushes through his labyrinth of mind games before settling pitifully on, You left them, too. The nuances of his father's life plagues him terribly. Crowsight continues, praising him, apologizing. Skyclaw tries to round his emotions up again and tuck them away, slipping back into a disgruntled frown.

"Hopefully we battle for longer next time," Skyclaw says, finally. They may share family, somehow, but the border still exists. And he will happily defend it just as he did before - and just as he expected these many cats to do now.

He finally obeys his uncle, tossing Figfeather a frown whilst he gathers his pigeon. The journey means nothing anymore. Perhaps some cats need the wake up call from the fantasy they lived.

/ out !​