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[HOPEPAW]

⊱⊰ Moving slowly, shifting painfully, the two mollies make their way back to ThunderClan's camp. One has barely escaped the clutch of death, and the other had nearly fallen prey to it instead. Drops of blood drip, drip, drip along behind them, creating a trail that could lead even an unsuspecting cat directly back to ThunderClan's camp. Hopepaw trudges along, bracing her shoulder against the tortoiseshell warrior's. Exhaustion laces every limb, every bone, and lines of pain mark her face. Her right eye squinted shut, mouth angled awkwardly to avoid her teeth pressing against ragged wound edges. The adrenaline that had rushed into her veins, lending her the ferocity to squeeze both herself and Ravenblaze out of the dangerous situation, has long faded now, leaving the lilac-furred girl feeling hollowed-out and somehow empty. Her paws don't want to move in the correct directions, and her vision swims, unused to the lack of a second eye to guide her around fallen logs and twisted underbrush.

When at last they reach the gorse-and-fern walls of the camp, it takes Hopepaw a moment to spot the entrance, disguised as it is by the regrowth of thick gorse and her affected eyesight. "We made it…" she murmurs, her voice hardly audible as her head tips slightly closer to Ravenblaze. When the two manage to guide themselves through the entrance and into the camp itself, her open copper eye scans the space immediately. Where is Flamestar, where is Gentlestorm? "We need to talk to Flamestar… And you—you need to go to Gentlestorm's den, now," she says, with a final press of her shoulder against Ravenblaze's before she pushes herself unsteadily away. She also needs to make her way to the den, but surely—surely her clanmates will have questions, and the entire encounter had been Hopepaw's fault, hadn't it? She should be the one who's forced to explain what had happened at Fourtrees.

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

• ooc: @Ravenblaze but no need to wait to post
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  HOPEPAW ❯❯ she/her, thunderclan medicine cat apprentice
  ⊱ skinny, thick-furred lilac molly with deep copper eyes. soft-spoken and a bit of a grouch.
  ⊱ daughter of batwing and leopardtongue ; adopted by roeflame
  ⊱ mentored by gentlestorm
  ⊱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ⊱ penned by foxlore

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[RACCOONSTRIPE]

RACCOONSTRIPE

HE / HIM ◆ THUNDERCLAN LEAD WARRIOR

The gorse trembles, and the scent of cats' blood infiltrates the clearing. Raccoonstripe lifts his head from where he'd lain with Clanmates, washing dust and scraps of leaf litter from his thick pelt; his nostrils flare, his eye widening. Hopepaw and Ravenblaze lean against one another for support; both limp their way into camp, their eyes dull with exhaustion. Hopepaw's face bleeds, marred by what look to be a warriors' claws—and Ravenblaze's throat is a red horror.

The tabby is quick on his paws, his fur bristling with alarm. "Great StarClan, what happened?" He can scent something on them, a miasma of muddled, garbled smells, but he cannot discern the perpetrator based on this alone. "Didn't you just go out to collect herbs?" All the Clans knew better than to assault an apprentice-medicine cat, warrior escort or not… even the foxhearts in RiverClan wouldn't have dared, would they?

He is sure the commotion will bring Flamestar and Gentlestorm from their respective dens; he does not leave the scene, instead praying Hopepaw has an explanation for where she had been and who had done this to the two of them.

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Raccoonstripe is a lead warrior of ThunderClan. He has thick, silken black tabby fur interrupted by a stark white chin, chest, and belly. One ear is ripped to shreds; the paired eye is missing and scarred over. The other eye blazes golden-brown in direct sunlight. Two near-vertical scars slash across a milky chest. One forepaw is ivory; the rest are dark.

Gray Wolf x Howlingstar / sibling to Hollow Tree, Little Wolf, Cobwebtail, Lily Pad, Graystorm, Jackdawflight, and Berryheart / mate to Nightbird / father to Bayingpaw, Twilightpaw, Tigerpaw, Stormpaw, and Berrypaw
mentored by none / previously mentored Wildheart, Moonwhisper, Scarletdust / mentoring Stormpaw
51 moons old as of 03/05/2025

penned by Marquette

 

[nightbird]

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ nightbird had dozed off lying next to raccoonstripe. it was brief, shallow enough that when he rose to his paws her gaze fluttered open to track where he had run off to. the stench of blood is not far behind, her lip curling briefly as she stood. hopepaw and ravenblaze stood, injured, another clan's scent lingered but she couldn't make it out beneath the crimson tang.

the lead warrior does not join the scene, forgoing the time it would take to stretch her muscles and making a direct line to flamestar's den. she thought she had seen the molly retreat there earlier, hopefully she was still there and wouldn't be too late to her daughter's flank.

"flamestar," she calls out on her way up, hoping that would save the time it'd take for her to reach the den. with any luck, gentlestorm would have been drawn to the scene by the time she returned. "ravenblaze and hopepaw were attacked, they're down here."

MAY YOUR FOES BE PLENTY // ──‎ ⋆ MAY YOUR DAYS BE FEW‎ ‎‎ ‎‎☽

• OOC ─ grabbing @Flamestar
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• NIGHTBIRD ───‎ ⋆ SHE/HER, TC LEAD WARRIOR, 40 ☾'s
  

  a small, feathery black smoke molly with one white paw and pale silver eyes. she is mates with RACCOONSTRIPE and has recently left the nursery after raising their five kits; BAYINGPAW, TWILIGHTPAW, TIGERPAW, STORMPAW, and BERRYPAW. nightbird is currently mentoring HONEYPAW and TWILIGHTPAW. her former apprentices include LIGHTSTRIKE †, DUSKBIRD †, and PALEFIRE.​

  ─ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ battle info
  ─ penned by vayle ↛ @vayl3 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[BEETLEBURN]

BEETLEBURN

THE WILL OF FIRE WILL BURN

Blood is a haunting thing for him to smell, especially given- no, he will lock that from his mind. He's not far from where Nightbird and Raccoonstripe lounge, eyes half lidded and halfway through a bird when the scent of acrid iron fills the air. He looks up not long after Raccoonstripe does, but the gasp that falls from his mouth is louder then that of his great uncle. He makes it to Hopepaw first, panic like a fire in his chest, spreading and tingling with fear.

"Who- what- did this?" He asks, voice croaking at first. He hardly notices the lead warrior asking for the story, doesn't listen to Nightbird finding her way to the leader. No, that fire of panic has turned into anger. He does not smell badger or fox, but he is quick to make assumptions, given he is inches from Hopepaw, intensely searching for signs of any more distress. "Who." He demands, lips drawing back to reveal gritted teeth.

I'll kill them.

Someone else can help Ravenblaze to the medicine cat's den, and he urges whoever takes Ravenblaze there with a sharp look to tell Gentlestorm to get out here, turning to look back at Hopepaw. His ears are flattened, every muscle of his being vibrating with a need to find whoever did this and tear them apart.

"speech"

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[ROARINGSUN]

The rising voices outside are what drive him out of the warriors' den, the coppery scent of blood heavy in the air. Sunspark eyes widen at the sight of Ravenblaze and Hopepaw wounded, pawsteps hurrying towards the scene. Raccoonstripe and Beetleburn waste no time in interrogating Hopepaw on what happened, but the flame-pelted tom sets his gaze on the wounded figure of the tortoiseshell.

He takes Hopepaw's place beside her, offering his shoulder for support. "I gotcha. C'mon, to Gentlestorm's den with you." Before the wound infects, before she bleeds out. "Gentlestorm!" He calls for the old tom, hoping he will meet them halfway. "Ravenblaze's got a bad wound on her throat. Hopepaw's injured too."

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ROARINGSUN.ㅤBIOGRAPHYㅤ/ㅤTOYHOU.SE
✦ㅤmale (he / him)ㅤ/ㅤunsure of sexuality, single ; crushing on hawkspine
✦ㅤ18 moons oldㅤ/ㅤages realistically, every 14th of the month
✦ㅤlead warrior of thunderclan
✦ㅤnpc x npcㅤ/ㅤbrother to brightfire + npcs
✦ㅤmentoring Berrypawㅤ/ㅤmentored by Copperfang and Leafhusk
✦ㅤ"speech", 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
✦ㅤpenned by nocthymiaㅤ/ㅤmessage hypmic on discord for plots!
lion-like in stature, roaringsun is characterized by his golden fur, cream 'mane' and strong legs. long-furred with longer strands on his cheeks, one cannot tell he once was a soft-born kittypet before joining thunderclan as an apprentice.

ooc: helping @Ravenblaze towards @GENTLESTORM's den

 

[Ravenblaze]

The journey back to the camp seemed like it had taken forever. Her throat burns, and her leg aches, but she tries to stay strong...for Hopepaw. She hadn't said a thing on the way back, the guilt incinerating any words that tried to form. This wasn't like the fox attack that had nearly killed her...her ignorance had almost cost ThunderClan their medicine cat apprentice. Hopepaw had successfully chased off their attacker, but at what cost? If she had listened to what I said, she wouldn't be so hurt. The wounds she bore were insignificant. Hopepaw's on the other paw, claw marks sliced down her face, her lip shredded. Could she even see? Ravenblaze hadn't seen her open her eye yet.

It didn't take long after they limped into the camp that they were swarmed with concerned clanmates. Ravenblaze lowered her gaze to the ground, a cowardly response but she had nothing to say. "And you—you need to go to Gentlestorm's den, now." Hopepaw orders her away, and Ravenblaze opens her maw to respond, but nothing comes out. No, you need to see Gentlestorm...not me. Her eyes round, but before she can argue, Roaringsun comes to help her. He stands beside her, replacing Hopepaw's weight with his own. She lets herself sink into his side, feeling ashamed at the warmth it brings. "'m fine..." she murmurs, but it doesn't do any good. She was going to Gentlestorm's den whether she wanted to or not. "Hope...needs it more."

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RAVENBLAZE.ㅤBIOGRAPHY ㅤ/ ㅤTOYHOUSE
✦ afab (she / her)ㅤ / heterosexual, single, crushing on roaringsun
✦ 15 moons old ㅤ/ ㅤages realistically, every 1st of the month
✦ warrior of thunderclan
✦ flycatcher x flamestar ㅤ/ㅤ sister to: falconheart, stormfeather, lilykit, butterflykit, bugchaser, squirrelsong, sunbird, sparrowpaw
✦ ㅤpenned by Icey ! ㅤ/ ㅤmessage Icey ! on discord for plots!
✦ mentored by wildheart
✦ will start fights, will end fights, won't kill

longhaired tortoiseshell with green eyes, and low white

 

[Dayfern]

Dayfern

Status: Worried, Scared

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The lilac molly had been sorting through the fresh-kill pile, trying to find something for Pipitkit, anything the little kit would eat, when the scent of blood, cat blood with enough force to nearly knock her over. She heard rushing of several paws before twisting and looking over her shoulder. Her eyes went wide at what she saw at the entrance, Hopepaw and Ravenblaze, covered in blood so clearly their own and holding each other up. Her eyes flick between Raccoonstripe, Nightbird, Beetleburn, and Roaringsun. Noting where each of them go first, Nightbird to fetch Flamestar, the other three towards the pair. She slowly makes her own way over, scanning the two's injuries. Hopepaw seems to have taken the brunt of it and Roaringsun is already escorting Ravenblaze to Gentlestorm, so Dayfern swerves towards the other of the pair instead.

Staying out of the way she observes. Hopepaw's eye is closed, Dayfern frowns, worry that the injury may have affected the other's vision but if it did there is nothing the warrior can do for her. She looks the rest of the girl over and it seems to be only her face. She takes one step closer, and that's when she picks up something under the blood scent. Something vaguely familiar. Not quite the same, so clearly a different cat, but the scent brings back memories of finding the Skyclanner, Sillybreeze, dead at Fourtrees. A breath of air is sucked in as she stumbles back, shock and fear on her face. "Dusk......clan......" A breath, a mere whisper, unknown if others hear. All she can wait for is a confirmation of her worse fears, or a denial of it being some other rogue, some other creature and that she is mistaken. That the nightmare image they had stumbled upon did not almost repeat with their own Clanmates.

Her thoughts spiral in an endless array of colors and what-ifs. What if they had died? What if they had never been where they were? Was this a case of wrong place wrong time? Or a deliberate, planned action? She didn't know and she was scared.
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Give me one reason why ☼────☼────☼ I should give up the fight

• OOC: Note: I am assuming since she was one of the ones that found sillybreeze that she would recognize the scent of duskclan, if this is wrong let me know and I can change it.
• Dayfern - lilac ticked torbie/chocolate classic tabby chimera w/ low white ☼ She/Her ☼ Warrior of Thunderclan ☼ Penned by Snowy ☼ 28 moons
  ☼ Contact TimelordSnowy on Discord for plotting
  ☼ "Speech"
  ☼ Thoughts
  
  

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[Bugchaser !]

*+:｡.｡ "Ravenblaze!" a choked cry escapes the typically cheerful molly. Understandably, the fluffy woman is stripped entirely of her typical bouncy cheer as she rushes upon the scene, the scent of blood tying her belly into knots. A low keen escaped her before she thought to bite it back, heart wrenching at the sight of her sister - at Hopepaw, too. There's nothing she can do but sit back and stare, breath heavy one moment and nonexistent the next.

Distressed lemon eyes would fall on Dayfern when the older woman speaks about Duskclan. At fourtrees? Why - how - why'd they attack a medicine cat?. Watching Roaringsun lead Ravenblaze away, another whimper threatened to pull loose, especially when Hopepaw wasn't immediately following. She shouldn't be swaying on her feet out in the open, she should talk about whatever happened within the medicine den! Afraid to overstep leaves Bugchaser dancing on her toes, helpless and fretful.

*+:｡.｡ ♫ Updated 3/8/25

• "Speech"
  
  
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  GENERAL:
  ♫ Bugchaser
  ♫ DFAB— She/Her
  ♫ 15 moons
  ♫ Daughter to Flamewhisker and Flycatcher
  ♫ Sibling to Falconheart, Stormfeather, Lilykit, Butterflykit, Ravenblaze, Squirrelsong, Sunbird
  ♫ Thunderclan — warrior
  
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ♫ Physically semi-hard | mentally hard
  ♫ Attack in bold pink
  injuries: None currently

 

[Chestnutroot]

Chestnutroot

Can you feel the poetry rotting in your stomach?

Fear stabs through the molly as blood-scent rides the wind and raises voices. Calls for Gentlestorm, Flamestar.... calls for help and alarm. She materalises beside Beetleburn, worried eyes finding the duel-toned Ravenblaze. To the bloodied Hopepaw. Please, no.
She remembered the kit in the warrior that stood before her, so young and small. Flamestar and Flycatcher's child. Her chest aches as she watches Roaringsun lead the warrior away, her eyes follow the pair thankfully.
Her breath catches, paws dancing nervously upon seeing the bloodied frame of Hopepaw - still breathing. The child stood, wavered really, seemingly stoic and determined. Like she had been responsible for what happened - as if the child would ever raise a paw against their clan mates.
"Hopepaw, you shou- " Her plea for the child's rest is cut short at Dayfern's whispered accustation. Dusk Clan?! She swallows hard, frozen to the earth. That made sense - no other clan would attack a medicine cat. Dusk Clan. She repeats in her head, attempting to accept it.

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  CHESTNUTROOT is a short, long haired brown and white molly with mismatched eyes and a stump tail. She often has flowers or leave woven into her pelt and is generally soft spoken, caring, and joyful.
  SHE/HER, Thunder Clan warrior, 50 moons
  

  Daughter of ???? and ???? || Sibling to ???
  Mentored by Foxstripe || Mentor to NONE
  peaceful and healing powerplay permitted || underline and tag when attacking || all opinions IC!
  Notable friend to: Flamestar, Flurryjump, Stormywing
  Notably dislikes: Racconstripe and Nightbird
  penned by Keee || Milksoda on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

 

[Flamestar]

Red ears perk as she hears her name being called. As the leader rises to her paws, Nightbird calls again. Ravenblaze and Hopepaw were attacked - That was all she heard before fear blocked out the rest of her lead warrior's words. As she hurried out of the den, she could smell the blood carried on the breeze. Roaringsun was helping her daughter to Gentlestorm's den. She was limping, but alive. The mother tore her gaze away from her kit, before turning to Hopepaw. Her face was bloodied, her eye held closed. Flamestar glanced at Nightbird, before quickening her pace to the medicine cat apprentice.

She halts beside Bugchaser, pressing her side against her anxious daughter's side. We'll make sure she's alright soon.. she wanted to say, but hopefully the touch would calm her for the time being. Hopepaw looked exhausted, and while she wished the stubborn apprentice would have seen Gentlestorm first, this was an urgent matter. The pair had been sent out to look for herbs, not fight enemies. A particular smell catches her nose, and as she starts to process it, Dayfern confirms her suspicions. DuskClan. The fur between her shoulders prickles, and she glances at Raccoonstripe, before resting her attention on the injured molly, waiting for her to tell what had happened.

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FLAMESTAR.ㅤBIOGRAPHY ㅤ/ ㅤTOYHOUSE
✦ afab (she / her)ㅤ / heterosexual, widowed, formerly taken by flycatcher
✦ 43 moons old ㅤ/ ㅤages realistically, every 20th of the month
✦ leader of thunderclan since september 2024
✦ lily x storm ㅤ/ㅤ mother to: falconheart, stormfeather, lilykit, butterflykit, bugchaser, squirrelsong, sunbird, ravenblaze, sparrowpaw
✦ ㅤpenned by Icey ! ㅤ/ ㅤmessage Icey ! on discord for plots!
✦ ㅤmentoring bayingpawㅤ / ㅤmentored: cloudyfur, acornwish, merlinpath
✦ will start fights, will end fights, will kill

longhaired red classic tabby with green eyes, and low white. she has a shredded right ear, and has many scars that are visible in windy conditions.