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[Flamestar]

〔✦〕Dawn had yet to begin to illuminate the forest, but the fiery leader wanted to arrive early. It had been a bold move, to announce battle plans at the gathering last night...she had given the other clan time to prepare for the attack. Riverclan could be waiting, or plotting an attack on her camp while Thunderclan was away...but she had thought of that. The camp was still stocked with defense, ready for any fish-brained warriors to stampede in. It was definitely still a present worry in the back of her head as she marched her clan to the border, but judging by the state of Shadowclan and Riverclan's warriors, she had little doubts in their ability to battle. "Spread out, and get ready....if they have any sense, they will of stayed home this morning." The forest around them reeked of Shadowclan. It would take a moon to wash their stench from their territory. She lifted a paw and began padding past Shadowclan's markers, her nose wrinkling at the strong smell. They would be lucky if any prey had stayed in this area after all of this fighting.

As hints of orange and reds began to trickle through the trees, Flamestar lifted her tail. She had warned Ternstar Thunderclan would reset their borders at dawn, and it was time.

no damsel in distress ( dont need to save me ) //

• ooc.
  This thread is open to all, but please no double posting until @Ternstar. has had a chance to respond!
  
  apprentice tags for @MERLINPAW and @bayingpaw
• FLAMESTAR —— leader of thunderclan , mentoring merlinpaw & bayingpaw. storm x lily . littermate to nala, smokey, and nemo ✦ penned by icey !
  ✦ afab / she/her / 40 moons & ages every 20ᵗʰ
  ✦ widowed / heterosexual / closed to romance
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— difficult in battle, will start & finish fights
  ★★★★★★☆☆★
  
  ✦ "speech", 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
  ✦ tags — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  
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  a longhaired red tabby with low white and green eyes. flamewhisker's fur is a vibrant hue of red, riddled with thick classic tabby markings. her fur is medium in length, and she has a large, feathery tail. her chest, belly, tail tip, and her paws are dipped white. flamewhisker's eyes are a dark, deep shade of green. her shoulder has a large scar on it from a fight with a dog. she also has a shredded ear from a disagreement with a loner during her time alone before joining thunderclan. on particularly cold days, or sometimes before a major weather change, she will walk with a slight limp from her shoulder injury.

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[bayingpaw]

her claws itch within rapidfire paws as she trails the heel of her mentor, casting snickering glances towards her fellow apprentices — cocky, with the surety of her first claim to land. shadowclan was only a bunch of rat - fed scraps, after all. barely more than a pack of overgrown rats, themselves! bayingpaw, though only just over a moon into her training, knows how feeble they were without riverclan aid. the moon still peers at them from behind a still - murky sky, adrenaline pulsing the remnants of sleep from her restless blood . . bayingpaw pauses in the undergrowth aside flamestar, ears alert and expression pinched with a rage not entirely hers. spread out, get ready. she says, and bayingpaw marches to follow with her tail lashing a rattling storm at her haunches.

her ears pin flat when she takes spot in a place just beneath a bushel of undergrowth, letting the shadows slip over her vibrating form. slitted eyes watch her leader cross into shadowclan territory, dawn beginning to light her pelt a strawberry blaze. bayingpaw unsheathes her claws. territory or not she prays, dribble forming at the corner of her maw, that shadowclan had made whatever choice gets her her first real fight. then, she would stand out from the rest. then, she could gather clanmates around with stories of the pelts she had latched her teeth into, like her mother, her father, her grandmother before her . . with not a small struggle, the tabby quells her wagging haunches and waits.

☽ ˚ ｡ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐙𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒 𓃥 【 𝑰𝑻𝑺 𝑫𝑨𝑹𝑲 𝑰𝑵 𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬 】

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• BAYINGPAW——————— SHE / HER, APPRENTICE OF THUNDERCLAN. NIGHTBIRD xx RACCOONSTRIPE, SISTER TO TWILIGHTPAW, TIGERPAW, STORMPAW & BERRYPAW. 6 MOONS OLD, SMELLS LIKE DISRUPTED SOIL & WET FUR. PENNED BY ANTLERS.
  a disheveled, heavy - set black tabby.
  
  mongrelish, standing all thistlethorn fur and bared teeth, bayingkit would be thought roguesblood if not for the dogtooth crown she uncomfortably bears. a hereditary haunting lies in the shag of ornate black striping and long limbs that do not yet suit her wide, slouching shoulders ; her fathers daughter, laced in dredge and filth moreso than he'd ever been. a constant, incessant need to make herself small forms in hunched spine and weary, whale - eyed suspicion, communicating mostly in rumbling growls.. bayingkit tends to hold herself with a tuck tailed and trembling livewire of feral volatility.
  

  highly reactive. prone to biting, swatting and general moodiness — it is highly encouraged to correct. powerplay is allowed for disciplinary actions.

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[Dayfern]

Dayfern

Status: Alert, Determined

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Dayfern weaved through the undergrowth on silent paws after her leader. Her ears alert for any sound and her nose taking in all the scents, keeping watch for any Shadowclan ambush. Her thoughts drift briefly back to camp. Worry for those that stayed behind feels her with each step she takes. Should she have come? Would she have been better suited to guard the camp? To late to turn back, she could only move forward with the plan at this point. She would just have to hope she didn't regret it later.

She paused as she waited. Eyes forward unblinking. As Flamestar gave the command to spread out she weaved deeper into the underbrush blending into the foliage and the darkness, becoming invisible as she lie in wait, motionless. Unwavering stare towards the original Shadowclan border and thunderpath. Her claws dug into the earth, ready to move with a swiftness at a moments notice should she be found here.
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Give me one reason why ☼────☼────☼ I should give up the fight

• OOC:
• Dayfern - Female black tortie silver blotched tabby ☼ She/Her ☼ Warrior of Thunderclan ☼ Penned by Snowy ☼ 25 moons
  ☼ Contact TimelordSnowy on Discord for plotting
  ☼ "Speech"
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[Bugchaser !]

*+:｡.｡ Tension prickled along her spine as she followed closely behind her mother. Despite the early dawn illuminating the dark circles beneath her eyes, Bugchaser couldn't say she was tired in the least. Unable to sleep since returning from the gathering, Bugchaser had waited with bated breath for this moment to arrive. She was determined to join the patrol. Determined to do better by her clan. Determined to uphold the promise she made when accepting her warrior name.

Her mother's announcement filled her with shaky hope. Please, Ternstar...Shadowclan...stay home, she thinks, squeezing her eyes shut for a brief moment as though in prayer. She thinks about the little ebony apprentice she'd confronted in the last fight and hopes with a shaky heart that they of all cats don't appear again. But then, she thinks about Campionsong, and she's left shivering hard enough to put any cold breeze to shame. Keep us safe, pappa, she thinks, casting a glance to the few stars still visible despite the lightening sky, Keep mamma safe she emphasizes, watching with a pained heart as the last few pinpricks of light wink out for the day.

At her mother's command, Bugchaser peels herself away. She does her best not to cast a worried glance in Flamestar's direction- her mother probably doesn't need to know her daughter panics for her well-being, not while she's meant to be a leader alone today. Creeping towards the border, Bugchaser hides within some bushes and, with bated breath...she waits.

*+:｡.｡ ♫ Updated 1/13/24

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  GENERAL:
  ♫ Bugchaser
  ♫ DFAB— She/Her
  ♫ 12 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

 

[RACCOONSTRIPE]

Raccoonstripe prowls, pantherlike, behind Flamestar. The forest is still draped in velvet shadow; the sun has yet to rise, those there's a suggestion of rose beginning to sear the horizon. His whiskers are extended, his ears flicked forward. A single dark ochre eye flicks across the border, searching the treeline for movement, for gleaming, outraged gazes. He parts his jaws; ShadowClan scent bathes his tongue, filling his throat with bile. "Begin marking," he instructs @Scarletpaw without glancing in her direction. She has plenty to prove in this battle — her warrior ceremony, if he deems her ready, encroaches, and this time ThunderClan is not the subject of a dual-pronged ambush. This time, they are prepared.

Stormpaw is not with him today, though he can see the rugged tabby pelt of Bayingpaw in the undergrowth; nearby, Nightbird no doubt lurks, Twilightpaw a silvery silhouette beside her. Raccoonstripe has not had time to prepare his son for this, and he will not risk him getting injured in a battle ThunderClan can't afford to lose. We must show them we are a strong, unified front. We are not leafbare-weak. We will fight tooth and claw for what belongs to us.

The tabby comes to stand precariously at Flamestar's side, his tail sweeping the brush behind him. "I don't forsee Lichenstar risking her warriors here today," he growls. "She hardly bothered to spare Ternstar a glance at the Gathering. Looks like that friendship died with Mirestar." Amusement, thin and sterling, spreads throughout the gravelly rumble of his voice. It's sweet to imagine ShadowClan's panic — a new leader, an inexperienced medicine cat, a new deputy, two wet-behind-the-ears lead warriors, and a hungry, dwindling population. "They're in no position to hold this border any longer." He licks his lips, waiting impatiently for a snow-pale pelt to appear through the mire.

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[roaringsun]

〔✦〕Orange-tipped paws step through the undergrowth following Flamestar towards the part of the forest currently claimed by ShadowClan. Roaringsun tries to keep his body hidden by the foliage, preparing in case they need to ambush the other Clan to reclaim what is theirs. It's still dark out, the sun has yet to present itself and spread sunlight through the land — he hopes the dark aids them in this moment, that it keeps them hidden from ShadowClan should they appear.

Berrypaw is not with them today. Roaringsun worries the apprentice is not yet ready for a battle against another Clan, worries he would have to keep a close eye on the black tabby in the midst of fightning. Stormpaw is not with Raccoonstripe today, either, so at least the brothers can keep each other company back in camp. He wishes for no bloodshed, no injuries upon his clanmates, and fears he'd be distracted by the presence of his apprentice ( which could prove fatal for either - or both - of them ).

Spread out, says Flamestar, and he does as he's told. Light finally begins to shine, the sky colored in pinks, oranges and blues, and Roaringsun lurks beneath the thicket he's grown so used to, waiting for any signs of movement coming from the marshes.

I took a little journey to the unknown ( Ive come back changed, I can feel it in my bones ) //

• ooc.
• ROARINGSUN —— warrior of thunderclan , mentor to berrypaw . npc x npc . littermate to npcs ✦ penned by nocthymia
  ✦ male / he/him / 16 moons & ages every 14ᵗʰ
  ✦ single / orientation & poly or mono / open/closed to romance
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— combat details here / battle notes
  
  ✦ "speech", 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
  ✦ tags — msg on discord (hypmic) for plots — toyhouse
  
• reference image here
  

  a longhaired flame sepia with low white and amber-brown eyes.

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[nightbird]

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ ternstar's lack of acknowledgement to thunderclan's threats at the gathering was not telling in either direction. a smart cat would have stayed home amongst their hungry warriors, left the previous leader's ambitions to rot under the sun. it was still yet to be seen whether or not shadowclan's newest leader had half a brain, nightbird assumed they wouldn't be left guessing for much longer, though.

"stay close to each other, don't start a fight you're not going to win," she mutters towards twilightpaw and honeypaw. they had the chance to be partaking in true combat today. bayingpaw was here too, she notes. claws scoring the earth and eagerness rolling down her spine. nightbird tries to swallow the uneasy feeling crawling up her throat. flamestar wouldn't have brought her unless she was ready, she tells herself, herself bringing twilightpaw was no different. "go wait by bayingpaw." she doesn't leave much room for question when her tail flicks towards the growth her daughter had holed up in. it is a tactical choice, getting apprentices out of the immediate line of attack.

with that, she takes a spot near raccoonstripe and flamestar. she catches the end of her mate's speculations, huffing agreement. though the question still stood - was shadowclan ever in the position to hold this border without help from the fishfeeders? "out of respect, they should at least try." she muses sarcastically, a yawn briefly parting her jaws. "i woke up early to be here."

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

• ooc ↛ @Honeypaw @TWILIGHTPAW

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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 ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by vayle ↛ @vayl3 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[Ternstar.]

TELL YOU YOU'RE THE GREATEST
BUT ONCE YOU TURN, THEY HATE US ​

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Ternstar ♛ 25 Moons ♛ Female ♛ She/Her ♛ Leader of Shadowclan

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★★★★★★★★★

—— 'out of respect, they should at least try. I woke up early to be here'

" I would hate to disappoint then, " Ternstar calls, lilting voice ringing out loudly. It takes precious time to warn her clan, to gather a mix of those not too weary from the night before, to allow Marbleleaf to prep for the inevitable. She misses the first murmurs, the bits of conversation — but catches nightbirds with a faint snarl.

" This is shadowclan territory. Thunderclan lost it – and clearly has no need of it. Leave now, " she warns. She does not expect them to listen anymore then she thinks flamestar expected her to heed their words the night before. Instead, tail flicks - silent gesture for her patrol to emerg from the shadows.

Muscles tense, coiled taut - tail lashing even as the rest of her remains frozen still. This is a fools errand - a death sentance, perhaps. But she will not be the one to cry war first, nor will she give up and turn tail. It is no longer just Ternstars pride on the line, but her clans very survival. It is a risk they will simply have to take.

━ actions & " speech, " & 'thoughts/quotes' ━

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E V E R Y B O D Y - W A N T S - T O - B E - M Y - E N E M Y

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[Scarletpaw]

Scarletpaw's tail flicks sharply as Raccoonstripe's command reaches her. Without hesitation, she steps forward, shoulders tight with tension but her split-colored eyes burning with resolve. The sour stench of ShadowClan is overwhelming, clinging to every branch and patch of earth around her. They've desecrated their territory, she thinks with disgust. They'd stolen what belongs to ThunderClan, and she's set on taking it back. She glances at her broad-shouldered mentor and lets his presence soothe her pounding heart. She knows full well this is more than a battle for her. It's her chance to prove that she's worthy of a warrior name. Her claws unsheathe instinctively as her ears twitch, picking up the faint rustle of movement across the border. ShadowClan isn't backing down. They're here.

Her blue-and-orange gaze narrows as Ternstar's voice cuts through the air like claws through mud. Lip curling into a snarl before she can stop herself, she glares at the ShadowClan leader. She knows better than to speak out of turn, but she can't hold back the venom in her gaze. She begins to mark the borders as instructed, every swipe of her claws and brush of her pelt against the trees a blatant act of defiance in the face of the marsh dwellers. As more of them begin to emerge from the shadows, her fur bristles and she digs her claws into the earth. She doesn't care about the risks. Today, she'll show Raccoonstripe, Flamestar, and the entire clan exactly what she's made of. She moves closer to her mentor then when she's done marking and stands firmly at his shoulder, awaiting the inevitable battle now that it's obvious ShadowClan has come to fight.
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[STORMYWING]

Stormywing had been restless since Flamestar's announcement that they'd be taking back their stolen territory. Her paws had itched for action, and now, as they approach the ShadowClan border under the fading remnants of night, the blue tabby feels her heart hammering with anticipation. The stench of ShadowClan is almost overwhelming here, clinging to the land like disease.

Her golden gaze darts to her apprentices as they pad behind her and the warrior feels a stab of protectiveness surge through her chest. This wouldn't be their first real battle, but last time Mottledpaw was here she lost her eye to these rats. She keeps her voice low as she turns to them. "Stick together," She instructs firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument. "Watch each other's backs, and don't take risks. If it gets too much, retreat to safety. I mean it." Her gaze softens only briefly before she turns on her heels to continue closely after Flamestar as her leader crosses the border.

She scans the shadowy terrain ahead, her claws unsheathing. The tension in the air is palpable, every rustle of leaves or shift of branches setting her fur on end. ShadowClan is here…she can feel it. And then, Ternstar's lilting voice cuts through the morning stillness. Stormywing's lips curls into a snarl as the ShadowClan leader emerges from the shadows, flanked by her warriors. Her tail lashes and her claws flex into the earth beneath her. She steps closer to Coltpaw and Mottledpaw, shielding them slightly with her body. She flicks her tail dismissively in response to the ShadowClanner's words as her muscles tighten, ready to spring. She only answers to one cat. Glancing at Flamestar, the small she-cat awaits the signal. Starting the battle isn't her decision to make, but the anticipation is electric, thrumming through her veins and filling every nerve ending with shocking energy. Let's do this.

// mentioning @COLTPAW @mottledpaw
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[BOUNCEPAW]

At Ternstar's flick of her tail, Bouncepaw emerges from the shadows at the side of the mentor, @BATCHASER . She had been angered by Flamestar's declaration to take over this strip of their territory at the gathering. ShadowClan had stolen it, fair and square! It was theirs now, why couldn't they just accept it?

She had grown excited when she heard her and Batchaser would be among the patrol to defend their territory. As she told Frozenpaw, she had every intent to kick some ThunderClan butt! …Yet as fearless as she was, even she lets out a gulp when she sees just how many ThunderClan warriors stood, marking over ShadowClan scent and waiting for Ternstar and her warriors to dare stop them.

Had they underestimated ThunderClan…? Their patrol was a lot smaller… 'Well, we're strong! Much stronger than ThunderClan!' Her inner voice bravely shouts.

So she narrows her gaze and lowers herself to the ground, preparing to pounce at Ternstar's order. She lets loose a hiss, ShadowClan would not lose territory today!

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BOUNCEPAW . BIOGRAPHY / TOYHOU.SE
✦ female (she / her) / heterosexual, single
✦ 6 moons old / ages realistically, every 1st of the month
✦ apprentice of ShadowClan
✦ Myrtlefoot x Bristletooth / littermate to Juniperkit
✦ mentored by Batchaser
✦ penned by ava / message av.a on discord for plots!

Bouncepaw is a warm, brown she-cat with black tabby markings caging her fur. She has a broad muzzle and big, cream colored paws. White fur cascades from her chin and flows all the way down to pool at her underbelly. She has big, owlish, hazel eyes.

 

[LIVIDSMOKE]

They had fought hard to help claim this small part of the forest to increase thier chances to find prey, they had even scars to remember that fight over. Back then Lividsmoke had the odds against them, two against one. Embarassingly they had been unable to win at the end but Shadowclan had still gained victory. This small part of the forest that once belonged to Thunderclan meant everything to them now so they could survive. There was more prey here in this part of the forest than back at home in the fruitless marsh land. Losing it now would mean a major loss for Shadowclan, and there was so many hungry mouths to feed still...

Lividsmoke stept out from the shadows to take a place not far behind Ternstar, thier claws already out as they dug into the dirt they couldn't afford to lose. This stormy tired blue gaze bore itself into the enemy on the otherside as hunger contunie to growl inside. No matter what, Lividsmoke couldn't allow Thunderclan to win, to reclaim back what they had lost. Lowering thier head, the warrior was ready for Ternstar to give the cry for battle. With hunger as thier top motivation this time Lividsmoke was ready for blood to get spilled this dawn before the sun could rise again.

// preplanned opponent so please dont attack unless you're them!

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[ROEFLAME .]

-ˋˏ ༻ ☀ ༺ ˎˊ-

Brittle foliage crunches under the deputy's paw as she follows in her leaders steps, drawing towards their stolen corner of land just as the sun begins to bleed across the sky. Last time, ShadowClan had the advantage- now? ThunderClan would be walking away from this triumphant, whether or not ShadowClan blood stained their paws was entirely up to Ternstar.

Raccoonstripe's musings earned a haughty hmph of agreement from Roeflame's tightly-wound maw. While Flamestar had likely been right in deciding against an all-out ambush, Roeflame cannot help but wish it had been possible, to make the rats feel as ThunderClan had, being attacked by both sides in the night. Dovepaw, who's graduation is on the horizon, would be kept close by for now, Roeflame wanted to keep an eye on how they fought, if it came down to that.

ThunderClan is not left waiting for long, and celadon hues harden as Ternstar comes into view, bringing with her the stench of marshland. Leave now, she demands, and Roeflame tilts her chin in defiance. "This is stolen land, Ternstar. Your Clans talents are better suited for the carrionplace." The deputies counter is scathing and provocative, but her paws do not move from where they are planted beside her leader, it would be Flamestar who would call for the battle to begin- and Roeflame fixes her sights on an uneven mess of monochrome, Sharpshadow. An even match, she should think.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── I GOT A POCKET ⋅✴⋅ A POCKET FULL OF SUNSHINE ──┐‎

• has a pre-planned opponent!
  

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  ROEFLAME ✩ she/her, Deputy of Thunderclan, twenty-seven moons.
  ⭃ petite cinnamon silver ticked tabby with murky green eyes & a small scar over her left eye.
  ⭃ mate to Burnstorm ☀ mentor to Dovepaw & Dwindlingpaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted ☀ underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[THUNDERGLEAM]

Fate had twisted nastily on the day ThunderClan had lost Sunningrocks, but that was just it. A twist, something wholly unnatural; not meant to happen, borne from venomous hearts. At Flamestar's rallying call she had been ready to bear fangs against ShadowClan, to take back what was rightfully ThunderClan's- what was supposed to be their part of the oak forest. The blank of her pelt stood out amongst the undergrowth, but she crouched in the shade, keeping her vision as unhindered as she could in winter sunlight.

The advantage was theirs- it would be plain for the Shadowclanners to see, but they were not prepared to back down, with Ternstar claiming it ShadowClan's. By the rite of the Stars Thundergleam knew it to be false- a laugh jutted from her lips, breathy and barely-there, at the notion.Strings of starlight hung down, even in the daylight- they would pilot her paws upon Flamestar's word, the very moment she called.

Despite her confidence in what she knew to be correct, the argument was Flamestar's to give; duty fell in the paws of leader and deputy, and Thundergleam would not push the border out with words. Her stance was low and readied; any twitch of a claw, and she would move.​

penned by pin ☾​

 

[VULTURESONG]

This was a fools errand and she knew it. A majority of their clan was hungry, the marshes held nothing for them. Their dens were barely held together, the cold nipped at them as they slept. Restlessness ran rampant. They were low on herbs, most of which had been used to treat the sick. There are not enough herbs to treat the wounded. Her white pelt moves from the shadows taking her place beside Batchaser.

She spares him a glance before looking at his apprentice Bouncepaw. They had recently become an apprentice. Unlike the lot of them who understand their situation perfectly, the apprentice brims with hope. It is not her place to tell Bouncepaw in their first ever battle that this is futile. That it would have been best to stay in Shadowclan camp where it was safer, but she recalls the excitement that she had while asking Batchaser, her brother to tag along. I hope you do not regret it. Once the battle starts... There is no guarantee for your survival.

The number of Thunderclanner's has only grown. This battle has been won already. If she had her way she would have stood in camp with the others and allowed Thunderclan to take back the border that Mirestar had made them claim. Even if they somehow won this battle, what good would it be for Shadowclan if they had all died? Certainly there would be less mouths to feed, however this meant very few of them would be left to hunt. Unless they decided to make kits join them in hunting.

Stormy blue stare at the back of their pale white leader. What do you hope to gain from this? What will you do when we all fall? How will you atone for the blood spilled from this decision? She can't say she understands Ternstar's decisions. Mirestar had been the one to work with Lichenstar to claim land for Shadowclan, not Ternstar. She had no reason to follow through with this. If their new leader was hoping this would cause the clan to respect her more, then... You are a fool. However, Shadowclan's situation was horrendous. There was no easy solution to be found. Their ever dwindling numbers reflecting their misfortune.

It is very likely she would die here. And if not here in the medicine cat den. However, that is not her worst fear. Someone is looking at me too intently. When she tilts her head to the source it is none other than Amberhaze. They hadn't been on speaking terms. Ever since that day, she kept her word. She stood away from him and ceased torturing the poor lead warrior. A metaphorical brow raises, puzzled as to why he would even bother to gaze at her. There was nothing between them anymore, so he had no reason to stare. Look at someone else. You have more important things to focus on. And with that, she tears away her gaze from him to focus on the Thunderclanners before them, awaiting Ternstar's orders.

// has a preplanned opponent!​

 

[Flamestar]

A cloud of warm breath next to her ear, followed by the growl of one of her lead warriors. "I agree...but I don't trust her to not attack the camp just because they can." Her voice was merely more than a whisper, meant for Raccoonstripe's ears alone. Lichenstar hadn't jumped to Ternstar's defense like she had assumed, so perhaps it was true that their alliance left with Mirestar. That was an advantage for Thunderclan...it meant taking back Sunningrocks would be much easier. The scent of Shadowclan was growing stronger. Surely the new leader wasn't mouse-brained enough to lead her starving clan into battle, was she?

" I would hate to disappoint then, "

A loud response to Nightbird's remark echoed in front of them, revealing the Shadowclan patrol. " This is shadowclan territory. Thunderclan lost it – and clearly has no need of it. Leave now, " With the warning, the snow pelted leader flicked her tail, signaling for her own patrol to emerge from the undergrowth. The red tabby let out a huff of laughter, and slowly shook her head in slight disbelief. "This was never Shadowclan's lands to begin with. This piece has been Thunderclan's since the clans were formed, if Shadowclan wanted it then Briarstar should have claimed it." It's been ours probably longer than you've even been alive. The jab almost fell from her tongue, but she held it back. "Blood doesn't have to be spilled this morning. Take your patrol back to your territory." It was obvious how Shadowclan was handling the leafbare, and without a fully trained medicine cat they were at even more of a disadvantage. She would hold the other leader's gaze challengingly, waiting for her to give. But, Ternstar was just as stubborn as she was it seemed. After what seemed like forever, but was only several long heartbeats, Flamestar lifted her tail.

"Push the border back, send them home!" Her call rang through the small clearing, while she kept her eyes locked onto Ternstar's. She had initiated this battle, so she would target their leader.

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will be attacking Ternstar

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FLAMESTAR.ㅤBIOGRAPHY ㅤ/ ㅤTOYHOUSE
✦ afab (she / her)ㅤ / heterosexual, widowed, formerly taken by flycatcher
✦ 41 moons old ㅤ/ ㅤages realistically, every 20th of the month
✦ leader of thunderclan for 4 moons
✦ ★★★★★★☆☆★
✦ 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 merlinpaw & bayingpawㅤ / ㅤmentored: cloudyfur, acornwish

flamestar's fur is a vibrant hue of red, riddled with thick classic tabby markings. her fur is medium in length, and she has a large, feathery tail. her chest, belly, tail tip, and her paws are dipped white. flamestar's eyes are a dark, deep shade of green. her right shoulder has a large scar on it from a fight with a dog. she also has a shredded ear from a disagreement with a loner during her time alone before joining thunderclan. on particularly cold days, or sometimes before a major weather change, she will walk with a slight limp from her shoulder injury. she has a large usually visible scar on her left shoulder from her battle with skyclaw over thunderclan's leadership.

 

[STORMYWING]

The moment Flamestar's voice splits the tension-laden air, Stormywing surges forward like a bolt of lightning. Her muddied paws churn the cold earth beneath her as she dives into the fray, a whirl of blue and white fur slicing through the chaos. She doesn't need to scan the crowd long to find her, a streak of ebony and silver fur looming like a shadowy blot in her vision. Sharpshadow. A feral snarl rips from her throat as she barrels toward him, her claws unsheathing in mid-sprint. All the bitterness and fury she's bottled up since Mottledpaw's eye was taken explode within her. She doesn't hesitate, doesn't stop to think. Her blazing heart pushes her onward. Once they'd been friends, and perhaps they'll be friends again. But right now, he is an enemy and a trespasser.

"Get off of ThunderClan territory, fox-heart!" She hisses, slamming into the ShadowClan deputy with the force of a boulder rolling downhill. Her claws aim for her shoulders, seeking purchase as she tries to knock her off her paws. Her golden eyes are wild and burning with anger and her lips curl into a snarl that betrays her need for vengeance. She knows the other's claws will meet her soon enough, but for now, she gives no thought to defense, only spilling blood.

// attacking @SHARPSHADOW
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[Ternstar.]

TELL YOU YOU'RE THE GREATEST
BUT ONCE YOU TURN, THEY HATE US ​

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Ternstar ♛ 25 Moons ♛ Female ♛ She/Her ♛ Leader of Shadowclan

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—— Blue eyes meet burning emeralds, neither leader willing to give an inch. 'Blood doesn't have to be spilled this morning' she says - as though she thinks Ternstar has any other choice. This strip of territory has fed them more then their own this leaf-bare - little though that may be. And no matter her thoughts on Mirestars foolishness before their abandonment, to not defend shadowclan territory would be admitting weakness, wehn Flamestar had made such a... public declaration, with such a short timeframe.

She cannot afford yet another reason for cats to turn away from her clan, for the gossipers to feel the need to actually take action. She knows some of what Thunderclan has faced - what Windclan has done in the past. She cannot risk her clanmates deciding she is worth being overthrown.

No - the battle will happen - and if they win, they win. If they lose... well, so be it. Ternstar will not allow the chance for such a valuable resource to slip from their paws uncontested - they must at least try.

Flamestars words ring out, and suddenly everyone springs to action - Ternstar gives no such call, instead only flicking her tail and leaping toward Flamestar, claws unsheathed, a snarl on her lips. She trusts her clanmates will do the same.

━ actions & " speech, " & 'thoughts/quotes' ━

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E V E R Y B O D Y - W A N T S - T O - B E - M Y - E N E M Y

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// engaging @Flamestar but open to other attackers/interference
atk: 10
def: 12

 

[Scarletpaw]

Scarletpaw's heart leaps at her leader's command. The fire in her chest burns brighter, fueled by the challenge of proving her worth on the battlefield. Scanning the chaos for a target, she unsheathes her claws before bounding forward. ShadowClan warriors clash with her clanmates in a blur of bristling fur and flashing claws, and before she knows it a black-and-white tom ends up right in her path. She doesn't give him the chance to make the first move. The tortoiseshell launches herself at him, paws outstretching mid-air. But she'd misjudged her leap a bit and ends up hitting the ground directly next to him. Trying not to let her mistake show, she strikes out with a fierce swipe at his flank, aiming to knock him off balance before he can retaliate.

"ShadowClan doesn't belong here!" She growls, her voice sharp with defiance. It's hard to focus; the battle hums in her ears, a cacophony of snarls and yowls. But the apprentice tries to narrow her sights solely on the warrior in front of her, eyes narrowed in unyielding determination. Every swipe and bite will be deliberate, each move her opponent makes a reminder of why she fights - for her clan, for her honor, and for her warrior name.

// attacking @BATCHASER
Tagging @mottledpaw to join in!
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[HOPEPAW]

⊱⊰ Flamestar had boldly announced her plan at the gathering, and it would have come as a shock had Hopepaw not been there during the council meeting where the plan was discussed. Still, the announcement at the gathering had been more of a warning than Hopepaw herself would have given the other clan. Now, ShadowClan has had the night to prepare for an assault, and they could easily rouse a force to contend with ThunderClan's battle patrol. As she approaches alongside Gentlestorm, she spares a glance up at the tom. Her mentor. Her uncle. The cat who named her. ThunderClan's grizzled defender, who has nearly given his life time after time for his clan. Every battle could be his last, she forces herself to remember, but it will not be this one. Not if she has any say in it. She'll patch him up a hundred times and more, if that's what it takes to keep him breathing, to keep him here.

Her gaze turns to the border as Flamestar begins to speak. It's a bit before dawn, a little earlier than the leader had declared, but that's to be expected. Shadowclan wouldn't wait until dawn to defend what they think is theirs, so ThunderClan shouldn't wait, either. And just as she thinks that, the rat-nosed leader of ShadowClan steps right out of the brush and makes herself known. Ternstar, she's called, but she used to be Maggotfur, and isn't that a fitting name? Her fur does look like maggots, and her territory is the decaying flesh that they feed on. She's walking proof that Shadowclan is rotting from the inside out, yet she taunts Flamestar from her stolen land and claims ThunderClan has no use for it.

Behind the ginger tabby's form she can see the familiar faces of Bugchaser, of Dayfern, of Scarletpaw; clanmates who she cannot afford to lose in this fight. What would she do without the sunshine-bright smile of her fluffiest friend to guide her when her duties become overwhelming? What would she do without the balm of Dayfern's unserious antics that often confuse but fascinate her? What would she do without her cousin's annoying face and haughty voice, the better-than-you attitude that pushes her to do her best in all situations? Hopepaw doesn't know, and she doesn't wish to find out. And if Ternstar simply backs off here and now, no one will have to risk their lives for a piece of land that was underhandedly taken. But of course the white-faced leader refuses to budge, and forces Flamestar to give the order to attack. Push the border back, send them home! Ternstar leaps at Flamestar, and then cats around them burst into action as well. Teeth and claws fly, indiscriminate of where they land.

The lilac apprentice has grown used to carrying around her bundle of herbs, skulking around the edges of fights and trying not to be sucked into the thick of it. If she needs to strike out at an enemy who comes too close, hopefully Gentlestorm will be nearby to back her up—but someday, her uncle won't be around at all. Someday, she'll have to take care of herself, no matter what kind of battle she's in. She had been told to stay carefully out of sight back when they fought RiverClan, but that was when she was a brand-new medicine cat apprentice. Now, she's got some experience, at least; she might as well get used to standing her ground now, while she has a mentor to fall back on if she needs him. She deposits the bundle of herbs in the shadow of a stump, partially hidden amongst the crumbling bark, and turns to face the battlefield that lies before her.

Already cats are throwing themselves at opponents, claws shearing through unmarked fur, growing slick with blood. This is battle. This is war. As much as Raccoonstripe's suggestion had turned her stomach, it is still the reality of clan life. These cats are too stubborn to let stolen territory go, ribs poking out beneath dull, unkempt coats, desperation beading at the corners of their lips while they bare their teeth and snarl. They would kill a hundred ThunderClanners, if only they could keep this measly strip of territory. That's how badly they must need to leech off ThunderClan to stay alive—they should just take Roeflame's suggestion instead, and crawl back to their carrionplace to eat. But Ternstar won't let this land go, so she'll drive her clanmates to their graves while she fails to keep it. ShadowClan is pathetic, and that makes them dangerous.

With a snarl of her own twisting her maw, the girl strides forward, determination blazing in her chest. Dark eyes scan the battle, searching for wounded ThunderClanners, anyone who needs help out of a tight situation, anyone who could use a helping paw to fight off their enemies. She may not be a sword, battle-honed and sharp, but Hopepaw can certainly be a shield.

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

• ooc: open to attacks; read battle notes here!
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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 ; does not typically like physical contact from anyone besides her family
  ⊱ penned by foxlore

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