camp I'M NOT A FAN OF PUPPETEERS // confrontation

[DEERPAW.]

He finds himself shuffling at Howlingstar's call for a meeting. He had been hiding away from other's eyes, quietly trying to eat even with an exposed tooth. It was hard to chew. He dismissed the thoughts on his trouble eating somethings so... simple. Hunched over, head down an ear flicks as he heard the demanding words escape his leader's mouth. Explain? What was happening?

Oh. Nose scrunching up is disgust at the words spat out from Ravenstrike. The full of self. His limp tail twitched, as he stood away from the gathered felines. His pelt prickles in anger when the scarred molly made fun of Leafhusk, stating it like it was a fact! Then saying dumb stuff about rouges and kittypets. Deerpaw personally doesn't care for that whole non-blood or blood purity nonsense. His body twitches at the rising yowls, brows knit together while a growing frown twists across his maw.

Cowards. A voice hisses out in his mind, he lets his dark paws move towards the one who had rescued him. The not-mother one. Orange tail dragging along behind him, as he slithers next to Leafhusk with wide eyes. The long-legged apprentice listens to the barbed remarks on kittypets, he cringes at the term. Deerpaw had heard through whispers about kittypets, he... doesn't have a problem with them. His ears angle down against his head, while he listens to the insults thrown at his half of his clanmates. His tail lashes behind him. His tongue longs– begged him to speak up. He decides he shouldn't.

Deerpaw's ears perked up slightly for the first time since he drifted to the meeting. He was an awe to say the least, it was very... cool. Listening as Howlingstar announced the trio to exile. Good riddance. Hazel eyes stared the now exiled trio, then he felt an eye twitched at the pitiful attempt of Poppyfoot's cry. Annoying, dramatic.

His jaw tightened as he lets his gaze drift across, while the trio gets escorted from Thunderclan as a whole by Raccoonstripe and his party. He doesn't wish for death towards others, but... May any passing predator leave them to bleed out as a karma.

A NERVOUS CREATURE ᯓ★ BLACK GOAT'S EGG

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• ( i can't handle it… ) ˚₊‧꒰ა ♰ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ DEERPAW. ╱ thunderclan apprentice
  ✶ amab ; HE / HIM ; 7 MOONS & AGES EVERY 26TH.
  ✶ undecided / not looking / open to puppy-crushes
  ✶ a scrawny longhaired black/dark ginger tortie and white tom with hazel eyes.
  ✶ thoughts ; "Speech, ff7844" ; attacks only
  ✶ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ✶ smells like fresh caramelized apples & faint damp earth musk
  — all opinions are ic
  
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[WRATHHOWL]

*+:｡.｡ Once upon a time, Wrathpaw had looked up in awe at the grand-motherly matriarch of his clan. She'd been larger than life, her smile radiant as it shined upon a clan she treated like every individual was her own flesh and blood. Once upon a time...was a long, long time ago. The fairy tale has since ended, and Wrathpaw is left with false promises on scraps of torn paper. Now, he watches Howlingstar take her position upon the high rock, his dark eyes narrowed as he judges every creak of her old bones, every straining wrinkle in the corner of her eyes, every potential - real or imagined - every weakness she can't hide forever.
The only softness that enters his gaze is reserved for his friends, who return to camp surrounded by hissing clan-mates. Wrathpaw is on his feet instantly, forgetting his talk with Lovelight as all his attention is focused on his clan - his leader - and the tension brewing like a heavy storm. Dread fills his stomach like cement. Explain yourselves Howlingstar's command is a lightning strike upon a calm lake, snapping his eyes back to his friends. Had they been found out for their attempts to prove Howlingstar's incompetence?

Like the rest of them, Wrathpaw watches.
Burnstorm, Roeflame, and even Hopekit arrive first, their eyes reminding him of an owl's, a bright shine against the dark, an omen of death. He takes a hesitant step forward, feeling as though he's about to watch his friends be overwhelmed, feasted upon like they'd entered a fox's den. Wrathpaw should help them, right? He has to.

Once upon a time, doing the right thing made you a hero.

Ravenstrike stood proud against Howlingstar's creaking loom, staring into the shadow of an oak's impending crash without fear. Wrathpaw's stuttering heart flips with awe, inspired by the older woman's bravery. Redflower soon steps up beside her, and although the tremble in her paws in noticeable, she still stands firm and proud. These are the cats Wrathpaw chooses to admire. Those who, against all the odds, against a clan full of blind warriors and bumbling kitty-pets, they still speak for the truth. Those two should lead a clan, not Howlingstar.

His attention snaps to Raccoonstripe, snarling and hissing as if he hadn't spoken the word kitty-pet with as much vitriol as the rest of them. Wrathpaw lashes his thick tail, glaring at the man who started it all yet can no longer uphold his loyalties. Just like Howlingstar. Her entire lineage is rotten Wrathpaw thinks with bared teeth.

Once upon a time, heroes won the day.

I hereby exile you from ThunderClan.

It's not a metaphorical lake that is struck by lightning's newest spear, but Wrathpaw's chest. He feels his entire body go rigid, shock electrifying him in place and making his oversized ears ring with blood and thunder. His eyes snap from his friends to Howlingstar, back and forth. Horror fills his mouth with a frozen scream. "Y-you can't do that" he choked weakly, but just having to crane his neck to see her upon her star-touched perch is all the evidence needed against such a statement. She can. And she did.

"They were only-" he begins, desperate to come to his friends' defense when no one else would. Instead, before he could take a step or utter another word, paws suddenly grabbed him from behind, wrapping around his mouth and shoving any further thought to the back of his throat. Wrathpaw struggles, but he's soon pressed into the chest of his sibling, @lovelight who's shaking her head desperately at him. He looks up at his sibling with wide, watery eyes, before dropping his gaze to watch Redflower and Poppyfoot weep their goodbyes, sisters torn apart because of...because of...

He finds Howlingstar, pristine in her perch, a hawk's empty gaze where motherly green once glowed. He hates her, he decides, for more than just her betrayal of Thunderclan. Sweeping his gaze upon those gathered, and those leading Thunderclan's most valiant warriors away, his hatred drips from that unearned rocky throne to everyone who dances in its shadow. Thunderclan is surely doomed if they all continue to refuse the truth.

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  ♡ Wrathkit
  ♡ DMAB— He/Him
  ♡ 9 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
  ♡ Brother to Lovelight, Joywing, Laughblossom || Pridepaw, Merrypaw
  ♡ Thunderclan — Kit
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[lovelight]

Lovelight’s heart hammers in her chest as she watches Wrathpaw’s mounting distress. The tension in the camp is suffocating, a storm on the brink of breaking, and Lovelight can feel the electricity in the air as if it is crackling through her fur. As Howlingstar's pronouncement echoes through the camp, Lovelight feels Wrathpaw's shock acutely, eyes locked onto her brother whose views differ so much from her own. The words hang in the air, heavy and irreversible: I hereby exile you from ThunderClan. Wrathpaw's choked protest reaches her ears, and without thinking, she springs into action.

You can't do that, he says, but Lovelight knows better. She can see the resolve in Howlingstar's eyes, the unyielding strength behind her decision. It is a strength Wrathpaw can't yet comprehend. When she sees Wrathpaw's gaze flicker between their leader and his friends, his horror and desperation clear, Lovelight's heart aches for him despite their differences. She can't let him throw himself into the fray—he is too passionate, too reckless right now. As he starts to step forward, words forming on his lips, she acts on instinct. Her paws move of their own accord, wrapping around him and silencing his plea.

She holds him tightly, urgently, shaking her head at him, her eyes pleading for him to understand. His wide, watery eyes meet hers, filled with confusion and pain, before he drops his gaze, his body trembling with the effort to contain his emotions. Lovelight holds him tighter, trying to offer what comfort she can in this moment of chaos. As she looks around the camp, Lovelight sees the expressions etched into the faces of her clanmates, some holding the same anger and betrayal mirrored in Wrathpaw’s eyes, while others hold vindication. Redflower and Poppyfoot’s goodbyes are a stark reminder of what is at stake, and Lovelight feels a pang of sorrow for the friends and family that will be torn apart by this.

Her gaze drifts to Howlingstar, who stands tall and unyielding on her perch. Lovelight's own feelings are a tempest within her, a mix of her own satisfaction that those who would cause such problems will be gone, worry and sadness for the ongoing confrontation, and fear of what might follow in the wake of these exiles. She doesn't know what will happen next, doesn't want to have to think about it. She wishes things could just be good without the need for this hatred, this anger, that seems to fester in both sides. She wishes she could just curl up next to Lightflower, her siblings nearby, and forget her troubles, forget everyone's troubles.​

 

[THISTLEPAW]

Raccoonstripe thinks of Thistlepaw, and that is. . . kind, because when he hears kittypet, Thistlepaw thinks of himself too. Today the apprentice is not glued to his mentor's side. He doesn't come to meet him as the confrontation boils over, and he doesn't ask to tag along. Normally he would plead if he had to– let me go with you, or anything of the sort. Whatever it took to prove himself a capable ThunderClanner because he just. Isn't. He was a sickly half-kittypet unworthy of this clan and every bit the rotting cavity these cats claim him to be. Any moment of weakness meant a failure and right now, Thistlepaw knows his weakness is growing. Though none of them pay him any attention he swears he can feel their hatred prickling at his pelt like a thousand eyes from the dark.

None of them were even cruel to him. Not Redflower, or Ravenstrike, or the others that hover around them and whisper. They were never particularly kind, but they didn't look at him. They didn't include him the way he wanted to be included. Raccoonstripe had agreed with them, hadn't he? It's why Thistlepaw had wanted them to look at him with something more than disgust. He wasn't going to be the weakness that took down ThunderClan. Is that what this was?

He is not the only one frozen. Thistlepaw is tensed, with shoulders hunched towards his ears and blazing eyes burning holes into the ground. He can hear paws moving towards the entrance of camp and he does not dare follow, even with his eyes. Instead, pelt and face both prickling, he turns away to hide.

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝗕𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 🙴 𝗕𝐎𝐍𝐄  ╱ 𝑾𝑨𝑺 𝑰𝑻 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑻𝑯 𝑰𝑻? ＜06.02＞ ⸙

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  a prickly-furred chocolate and slate cat with amber eyes. finally growing into his frame with moons of hard work and steady enough food, thistlepaw has taken a blocky, bulky shape with broad shoulders and densely muscled hindlimbs. his fur remains a tough-edged cloak, but now carries a well-groomed sheen despite how unruly it is.

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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 & 17 moons & genderfluid & he/she/they & thunderclan warrior ​

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Throughout everything, Sleekserpent remains quiet. At first, he is just curious - his teammates had vanished, instead of bringing back prey of their own. Then it had turned to irritation - frustrated, not that they had attacked the kittypets, but that they'd been stupid enough to get caught. Howlingstar calls for the clan's attention, and the pale furred girl settles herself beside @badgerstripe face set in a mask of disapproval - supposedly directed towards redflower and darkthistle and ravenstrike's actions, but in truth towards Howlingstars choices. Thundercln really has gone soft - exiling those who stood up for what they believed in, who fought like warriors] while kittypet denmates cowered. They think of their parents words, and still remain silent. But heart has frozen, mind made up at last after moons of wavering.

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[badgerstripe]

When Badgerstripe, following the search party, had stumbled upon the newly-exiled cats and heard her threats towards their opponents, she was absolutely appalled. What was supposed to be a friendly competition, one she entertained the thought of as a bystander while she waited for her friends on both sides to return home, was taken too seriously and too far. The apprehension for these cats that Sleekserpent hung around only grew.

But .. even after all that, her mouth hangs agape at Howlingstar's announcement. In her lifetime, she had never seen an exile - though she had suspected it would have been her after the wolf invasion. For these cats to be exiled for their actions, while cats like Badgerstripe and Raccoonstripe got off mostly unscathed besides losing a little trust.. Howlingstar must be really at her wits' end.

Badgerstripe shares an uncertain glance with Sleekserpent, sitting next to her, who holds a similarly disapproving expression. She must be so disappointed - Badgerstripe always assumed she was friends with Redflower, Darkthistle and Ravenstrike, with how they sometimes participated in gossip and joined their hunting team. Was this how Palefire and Lightflower felt about her when she got them all in trouble all those moons ago?

" Madness, all of this, " the tortoiseshell mutters, turning her gaze to the ground in front of her. Hopefully, with these troublemakers out of the picture, the worst of it is behind them..

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[Lightflower]

❝ it's gonna hurt for a bit of time ❞​

A sickeningly electric energy flooded over Lightflower as the cats returned to camp. She felt her pelt prickle with it, like a wave of dread. The grey molly shuffled uneasily as she watched Howlingstar. As her leader ascended highrock with her noble authority laced in anger, Lightflower knew something had to be terribly wrong. The tension was cut by the phrase, "Explain yourselves,"

One by one she watched as her clanmates dug their own graves. She was never too fond of any of them, but she had hoped that maybe they'd be redeemable. Only to remember Ravenstrike's scathing words to herself. The bitter black she-cat would never regain good graces from her, she decided. The others however... they were barely younger than Lightflower. How could she believe they couldn't be redeemed? Misguided judgement had to be what it was, right? How could they not see how hard everyone worked? How they all fought to keep each other safe?

Her mouth went dry upon hearing the word exile. How could this have gotten so out of paw? The hatred consuming her clan made her sick. She glanced over to see Lovelight covering Wrathpaw's mouth and holding him close. She couldn't even imagine the thoughts swarming her friend. Wrathpaw had been walking a rough path lately, hopefully he was savable. Her gaze flashed back to Howlingstar as she was called to help escort the newly exiled cats to the border. Though not exactly happy about the arrangement, she nodded and went to join the others.
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[Dwindlingpaw]

⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊ She watched and listened to the garbage that came from Ravenstrike, Redflower, and Darkthistls' tongues, and waves of anger surged through her. Dwindlingpaw gritted her teeth; they are obviously insane. She hissed lowly, "Disgusting creatures," as they continued to rave about their disdain for their clan and their clanmates—who were born as kittypets and still chose to dedicate their life to Thunderclan. When they believe it's acceptable to threaten and try steal prey from a clanmate. Who gave them the right to decide who's worthy of being a Thunderclanner? Who cares about what these idiots think about anyone?

Dwindlingpaw's jaw drops open and then erupts into a fierce smile as Howlingstar's voice rips through the camp, ‘I exile you from ThunderClan.’ They were fools for speaking up, and the young apprentice was relieved to see them go forever and take their ridiculous views with them rather than feeling sorry for them. She couldn't help but shake her head slightly in astonishment as she looked at the heartbroken cats that were concerned for the now-former Thunderclaners. "Good riddance." Dwindlingpaw watched them be led out, her chest puffed proudly.

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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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[PALEFIRE]

This was a long time coming, and she had to admit, it was satisfying to witness. These dissenters had been causing trouble for the clan for far too long, and if she were going to judge Howlingstar for anything, it would be allowing them to fester for this long. This group of kittypet haters were the rotten core of Thunderclan, and she was ashamed that it had taken her so long to realize which side of this unspoken battle she stood on. Palefire knew now that she definitely did not want to be associated with these vipers, as uncomfortable as it was going to be to remove herself from certain relationships. Seeing them openly threaten Roaringpaw and Ploverhop had been the wake up call she’d needed to know she was far better than that.

The lynx-point silently appeared at Lightflower’s shoulder, casting her friend a veiled, side-long glance as Howlingstar began her interrogation. The behavior the three of them had displayed in the forest, when they thought no one was around to hear them, was deplorable. Any reasonable cat could see that. But the foxhearts decided to grow a spine for once, at the least sensible moment, and the trio steadfastly defended their actions while simultaneously denouncing Howlingstar’s leadership. Her fur bristled with fury and a small tinge of discomfort, but she managed to grit her teeth and keep her jaws firmly shut. It wasn’t her place to insert herself, this time. Their leader could handle herself against a trio of weasels.

The outcome of this confrontation was obvious from the start, even more so once Ravenstrike, Redflower and Darkthistle doubled-down on their abuse. They were to be exiled, Howlingstar announced, and escorted from the territory immediately. Palefire couldn’t hide the faint smirk that twitched at the corners of her lips as justice was finally issued, and her narrowed blue gaze fell briefly to Redflower in particular. Skyclaw’s attention aside, something about the calico molly pushed her buttons more than the rest of them, and she was relieved to see her gone. “Good. Leaving is the most useful thing any of them have ever done,” she muttered viciously under her breath as the three former Thunderclanners stalked out of camp for the last time.

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  PALEFIRE ♡ she / her, warrior of thunderclan, 17 moons
  ⭃ lh lilac lynx point w/ low white and blue eyes
  ⭃ single, padding after skyclaw / npc x npc / sister to bluestride
  ⭃ mentor to meadowpaw & ivorypaw / formerly mentored by nightbird
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / all opinions ic
  ⭃ underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by limerence ↛ @limericks. on discord, dm for plots.

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