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[roaringsun]

〔✦〕His paws tingle with anticipation. The stench of ShadowClan grows stronger, and it doesn't take long for Ternstar to arrive with a patrol of her own. Roaringsun remains enshrouded by the undergrowth, but longs to leap at any of the crowfood-eaters and sink his claws into their hide. With every word spilling from Ternstar's mouth, the warrior finds his lips curling into the beginning of a snarl, a growl threatening to rumble from his chest. But he swallows it down, not wanting to give his position away so soon ( the element of surprise would be his biggest ally here, truthfully ) and awaits Flamestar's attack order.

When the red tabby leaps at the white she-cat, he knows the time has come. With his talons outstretched, Roaringsun yowls and breaks through the thicket, amber eyes narrowed and wild. He watches several fights break out and seeks an opponent of his own. Push the border back, send them home! Flamestar's order echoes in his mind, and it's an order he will gladly follow after the unfairness of their ambush moons ago.

His gaze lands on a pure-white molly, one who currently blends far too well with the snowy landscape. Roaringsun approaches and attempts to slam into the enemy warrior, claws aiming for the shoulders and wanting to make her lose her footing. "Go ask RiverClan for food if you're so starved. This is ThunderClan territory!"

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

• ooc. attacking @VULTURESONG / preplanned opponent!
• 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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[MORELPAW]

✦ㅤ─ㅤ It's bad luck, that he finds himself back here.

It's bad luck, to be standing where his first battle had taken place, to be able to see the place his mother had fallen from where he stands all over again. Morelpaw would avoid the stretch of land if he could, but Ternstar has tasked his mentor with being part of this ill-fated patrol, and... in turn, him.

He finds himself sticking closer to Briarthorn than normal as they make their trek toward the extended border in defiance of Flamestar's call. A foolish part of him hopes for this to go over smoothly, but Morelpaw knows it won't — especially as the ThunderClanners come into view, claws unsheathed and shoulders set back in preparation. The flame-furred leader across the way feeds into his hope, but only for a moment before his own stands her ground.

Morelpaw's heart pounds as the call is made, as he's thrown into a memory still fresh with bloodshed and mourning. A pale gaze flickers to the fated spot — half-expecting it to be tinged with his mother's blood still, half-expecting to find his mother's ghost waiting there. His stomach turns at the sight of it, void of gray and white fur, and he's snapped out of his thoughts as claws clash and yowls ring through the expanse.

A wide-eyed gaze looks for Briarthorn, searching for instruction, for assurance that he won't end this battle in the stars.

[ MORELPAW ]ㅤ

BIOGRAPHYㅤ⋅ㅤTOYHOUSE

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Morelpaw is a mirror of his fallen mother in plush, gray and white fur. A hunger for knowledge guides Morelpaw's path and he finds himself unafraid to ask others questions about anything that comes to his mind. He is protective of his family — especially now, in the wake of his mother's death.

⋅ He / Him ⋅ Single
⋅ Apprentice of ShadowClan
⋅ Needledrift † x Chittertongue †; Adopted by Ferndance
⋅ Brother to Bloodwing, Shadewhisker, Splashdance, Bonechill, Gigglepaw, Branchpaw
⋅ Mentoring no one ⋅ Mentored by Briarthorn
⋅ Penned by Abri ⋅ Message _abri_ on discord for plots!

 

[Puddlepaw]

There is a churn in her gut, something clawing it's way out. Threatening to tear apart flesh and sinew just to escape, wherever it be anticipation or nerves she doesn't know. In her mind it's the same, a scowl etched into her face as if that would fight off the war in her stomach. Finding herself reluctantly sticking to Wormwatcher's side as the patrol stuck to the shadows. Waiting on bated breath for a call to action from Ternstar, it doesn't come. Instead snide remarks are exchanged, she finds it interesting, how she refuses to make the call. Instead the order comes from Flamestar, all hot air and snarling. It's greed that drives the opposing leader, that she is sure of. Haven't they been fed well? Their bellies are round and they appear strong, is one section of territory really worth it? So be it, she has heard stories of great battles, wars, over less.

This is one of them, isn't it? She gets to be part of a grand story. Would Moltface talk about this to any future kits under his care? There's that flutter in her stomach again, she'd hate to disappoint. Expression unreadable as cats lunge at one another, intaking in those precious heart beats, minute seconds as claws rip into flesh as if they were grass. Blood a brilliant crimson, coating snow and bathing an already dreary scene. Her jaw tenses, these precious moments teaching her more than Wormwatcher had in these past months. He's been doing fine but that's theory, this is real experience.

There's an apprentice opposite to her, one with spindly long fur, it looks plush. She's blue but the lightening sky reflected off it, she's a mirage for a moment. It could be easy for Puddlepaw to confuse her with a deer, she's heard about it before in a story. She'd call her a rat but she's a little pretty for such a thing, maybe one of those marsh hares... She's thinking too much about it, yowl's and shrieks of pain stab at her eardrums. There is a pounding behind her eyes, a headache forming and all she knows is that she must move.

Move she does, darting from the shadows to lunge at the older apprentice. The rabbit girl is bigger than a frog but that is Puddlepaw's only reference, anticipating for her to jump like one she aims to pin her down. Claws dig into the ThunderClanners shoulders as she violently shoves, attempting to bowl her over. If she were more battle savvy she would try to fient and run, but all she knows is pure brutality. A gnawing beast residing within her that screams at her to overwhelm, try to strike first before she is mauled. There is no taunt from her, no comment as she attempts to dig and twist her claws deeper within the flesh of her shoulder, dragging them down her front legs.

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  Preplanned attack! @Myrtlepaw

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• PUDDLEPAW || She/her, kit of ShadowClan, 7 moons
  ♡ A short haired fawn rosette tabby and black rosette tabby chimera with copper eyes. Always seems to be judgmental.
  ♡ Mentored by Wormwatcher.
  ♡ Penned by Juice || message on discord (Ouijeejuice) for plots!
  ♡ Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking.
  

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[RIBBITLEAP]

✦ㅤ─ㅤ He isn't as phased by this — the impending doom of battle — as he used to be, he realizes as they approach their extended border. It is a familiar pang in his chest now, a march toward bloodshed and loss he knows well by now. His childhood had been marred by it, his warriorhood riddled with it: in his own presence, in clanmates' return (or lack thereof) from it.

Vaguely, he remembers. A tale of a childhood friend's mother, of hunger, of a tom only just older than him attacked somewhere near this stretch of land. The specifics are blurred with time now, but Ribbitleap knows it as a turning point — that it led to change, and in turn, led down to this moment too.

What surprises him is the choice made. ShadowClan is barely holding itself together as is: what good will this do, if Ternstar's decision to defend this strip of land fails? If they're down more warriors, and they run out of resources? To himself, the brown tabby frowns at the idea, shoulders squaring back as he prepares for stubborn talk between the marsh's leader and the oak forest's own to escalate. He doesn't want to find out. He won't let ShadowClan find out, won't let his home crumble.

The call for battle breaks, and his clanmates surge toward the opposing clan with extended claws. Ribbitleap is swift to spring forward into battle, swamp-green eyes narrowed as his claws search for a target.

[ RIBBITLEAP ]ㅤ

BIOGRAPHYㅤ⋅ㅤTOYHOUSE

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The surviving twin, Ribbitleap has grown with the clans without his brother at his side — an inseparable duo divided by tragedy in the face of the Great Battle. Once undistinguishable from his littermate, it is perhaps likely for his scrawny, brown tabby form to garner a sense of familiarity to neighboring oak-dwellers.

⋅ He / Him ⋅ Single
⋅ Warrior of ShadowClan
⋅ Geckoscreech † x Toad's Prowl †
⋅ Brother to Leaping Toad †; Cousin to Toadhop, Ragwortpaw †
⋅ Mentoring no one ⋅ Mentored by Rustleap †
⋅ Penned by Abri ⋅ Message _abri_ on discord for plots!

‣ㅤ Pre-planned opponent!

 

[SHARPSHADOW]

Sharpshadow digs his claws into the ground, desperate to cling onto the only thing ShadowClan's seemingly ever had in his lifetime. She's desperate enough to fight for it, even if she can see the pelts scattered across the treeline, and sees ten-too-many to properly fend off. Even as she recalls every face ShadowClan's lost, and knows they can't refuse to lose any more. Even as Ternstar speaks, and only a thin sliver of her word manages to enter his ears; the rest too hollow for any real noise to be made.

What he found most unfair about it all, is he hadn't even gotten to be happy while they'd had it. No, ShadowClan had been too busy crying over what they'd lost for it. ShadowClan lost, always; it didn't matter who they did or didn't bother. It had been nice to get something in return, for once.

Sharpshadow doesn't move, doesn't think to... follow up on Ternstar's word, or anything. To be the parrot that Roeflame was plenty-good at being. Did she really have a right? He certainly didn't have a reason. A deputy, sure... But whose, exactly? ThunderClanners all tilted their heads in that same, excruciating way... Roeflame did it now, her line practically sounding rehearsed. They all thought themselves pillars of something untouchable; Emberstar, Howlingstar, Flamestar... The worst part was, they haven't been proven too wrong so far. Mutiny be damned... ThunderClan has cobbled themselves back together in a way ShadowClan never could.

Well, she hopes its not never. But that day wouldn't be today. It bothers her, the way Roeflame glimpses her as if they're at all equal. Sharpshadow braces herself.

It's a different flash of fur that meets her first— white-and-grey barreling toward her, and luckily loud enough as she does to give Sharpshadow a warning. Unluckily, noticing something doesn't mean her paws can move quickly enough to stop it. Sharpshadow sucks in a breath as the weight of Stormywing slams onto her shoulders. He stumbles, but doesn't— can't fall. Not yet. Her tail shifts in some unsightly attempt to keep her balanced, its broken half dragging sloppily behind. Dark sets of paws are desperate to keep himself tethered to the ground. Wide-eyed and frantic, she retaliates with teeth instead, seeking the meat of the ThunderClanner's leg.

OOC: engaging @STORMYWING! Open to multiple opponents >:)

 

[Amberhaze]

He's been here before, both in a metaphorical and literal sense. The memory of the previous battle between Thunderclan was still fresh in his mind, his claws instinctively flexing deep into the sleet covered ground as he recalled the nightmarish scene. They had emerged victorious, Riverclan's aid proving to be an indispensable asset when they needed it most- but they would not be given such grace this time. Now they were alone, and it was impossible to ignore their dwindled numbers- Amberhaze felt his twitching jaws clench with the realization as he allowed his wild eyes to sweep over Ternstar's chosen patrol. Instinctively, he would stick close to her side, their pelts nearly brushing with their close proximity as he matched her pace.

Ternstar's voice broke through the window of silence presented to them by their opponents, Flamestar and her council members at the forefront of what was sure to be some kind of unforeseen plan. Amberhaze would say nothing, however it was apparent that he was sizing up everyone within view and scanning the terrain in an attempt to familiarize himself with the patch of territory that they would once again be laying their lives on the line for. Slackened jaws and rapidly flitting eyes would reveal the truth to him- there were more cats rallied behind Flamestar than she wanted them to think, and the weaker targets were herded safely towards the farthest area of the surrounding brush. It was a clever tactic, but it would do little in the ways of deterring Shadowclan's steadfast leader. Personally, he did not think this measly piece of land was worth the inevitable fatalities, bearing witness to Marbleleaf's endlessly dwindling herb storage and inability to find more during the bitter Leafbare season firsthand- but Ternstar was stubborn- she would not risk showing just how weak they truly were by surrendering what Mitestar had won for them.

As he awaited Ternstar's signal with bated breath and a rigid stance, he would allow his mind to momentarily wander to that of Vulturesong. The alabaster molly approached the frontlines with a sort of graceful yet... dangerous stride. She was a perfect balance of all that was wretched and admirable, her shadowed gaze further illuminating piercing orbs. He had not realized he had begun to stare, his angular head turning to face her direction. I wonder if she's still angry with me...She really did do what I asked- I've hardly seen an inch of her for days now. His frown was heavy, the creases that took shape against his sharp features making him seem even more unsightly than usual. Technically, she had done what he had asked of her. She no longer tormented him with her cruel jokes, didn't barrage him with endless questions about his views, didn't attempt to garner any kind of intense reaction out of him for what seemed to be her own amusement. He should feel satisfied, at peace...but instead he was consumed by guilt. Maybe even something akin to regret. Yearning. If we survive this, I'll have to figure out how to apologize to her later. If she'll even let me.

He was given no time to contemplate further, his attention snapping back to the situation at hand at the harrowing sound of Flamestar's cry. The sound was explosive, but it would be swiftly dwarfed by that familiar burst of hellish screeching and yowling which would soon follow. Ternstar would give her own much more graceful signal to attack, their patrol surging forward in a wave of fur, teeth, and claws to defend what never should have been theirs. Amberhaze's fur stood on end as he was once again frozen in place, though this time the fear that rose within him would quickly morph into adrenaline fueled instinct. Weaving through a cesspool of sentient rage, he would hone in on a target who bore the marks of a coward- he would know, for he was one himself- taking advantage of his vulnerability and barreling into the orange tabby with immense speed in an attempt to unbalance him.

OOC: Preplanned interaction with @ORANGEHEART., please do not interfere!

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AMBERHAZEㅤTAGS
⚛ㅤmale (he / him) / bisexual aroace, single
⚛ㅤ20 moons old / ages semi-realistically, every 21st
⚛ㅤlead warrior of shadowclan for 0 moons
⚛ㅤnpc x npc / younger brother to wormwatcher
⚛ㅤmentoring talonpaw / mentored by wormwatcher
⚛ㅤpenned by sloane / encarcerated on discord

a short but lengthy black cat with a boney build and luminous ocher eyes
⤷ black oriental shorthair x cornish rex

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[STORMYWING]

The satisfying impact of her shoulder against Sharpshadow's sends a jolt through her much smaller body, but her victory is fleeting. The ShadowClan deputy, stubborn as ever, doesn't crumble beneath her like she'd hoped. Instead, her jaws snap toward her leg, and pain blooms as teeth sink into flesh. Stormywing hisses sharply, but she's no stranger to pain. If anything, it fuels her resolve.

She doesn't pull back, refusing to give Sharpshadow the upper paw. Instead, she twists her body and wrenches her bloodied leg in an attempt to dislodge his grip, even if it costs her more pain. Her claws dig deeper into the deputy's shoulder that she still clings to with one paw as she leans in closer. Her snout wrinkles as her lips curl back in a ferocious snarl. "You ShadowClanners never know when to quit!" She growls, voice laced with scorn. On the word quit, she tries to rake her sunken claws away from his shoulder and down his side in retaliation, the movement wild and fueled by fury. It doesn't matter to her if the other cat had once been an ally in the mountains; right now, all she sees is a threat to her clan. That thought burns hotter than the stinging in her leg.

She spits furiously and braces herself for whatever counterattack the Sharpshadow might throw next. She knows this fight is far from over, but she'll be damned if she lets him walk away from it unscathed.

// attacking @SHARPSHADOW
Open to further interaction
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[BOUNCEPAW]

It happens faster than Bouncepaw anticipated. Flamestar orders her warriors to push them back into the marshland and Ternstar flings herself forward, claws reaching to tear at the flame coat of the ThunderClan leader.

Battle cries and yowls ring through the dawn. Bouncepaw sprints forward for an opponent of her own, nearly tripping over her own paws. Her heart strums inside of her chest as her thoughts yell, "this is it! Battle!" She had played war so many times as a kit, pinning the younger, smaller kits had always been so easy. Surely, though she was new in her training, her moons of practicing as a kit had to count for something… right?

Bouncepaw thinks it will.

A blur of fur rushes towards her, Bouncepaw yelps in surprise and ducks to allow a ThunderClan warrior to jump right over her. She crawls forward, passing several cats who were entangled in battle to find an opening of her own. That's when she sees her, of long, lilac fur. She was much older than Bouncepaw, maybe even a warrior…? The tabby likes to think she'd be able to own her own against her, she's unaware of her overconfidence.

Bouncepaw lets out her own battle cry as she springs forward, an unsheathed paw aiming to swipe at her muzzle. "This is ShadowClan territory, we're not giving it up today!" She yowls at the she-cat definitely. Her hazel green eyes blaze with determination as she tries to lunge right for Hopepaw's hindleg, throwing all her weight in as her jaws aim to clamp down around the flesh of her leg.

Attacking @HOPEPAW ! She has no idea she's a medicine cat oops. Also has an eventual planned fight with @HOWLPAW who may team up on her, if desired.

Open to further attacks outside of those I've tagged!​

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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.

 

[ORANGEHEART.]

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- war isn't fair. war isn't fun. war isn't where he is supposed to be. this isn't the path the stars are supposed to have lined out for him, and yet here he is– standing with his ears pinned back as he watches the insanity unfold upon the battlefield. his gaze snaps back and forth, as his paws begin to tremble, finding himself remembering the last time he fought shadowclan– the way that he felt his life almost leave him, only to somehow talk his way out of it. he still doesn't know how he did that, but he has a feeling maybe that that luck would run out. he feels a gasp leave himself as he flinches away from the sound of flamestar's voice, swallowing thickly and clenching his jaw as he tries to steady the way he breathes unevenly. panic. it felt like all the trees were closing in on him, the world seemingly a few shades darker, and all the more blurred. he shouldn't be here. he shouldn't even be trying to do this– what kind of warrior was terrified to fight for his clan? how could he properly protect anyone if he sits here and quivers like a leaf blown through the wind? his answer can only be answered when he find himself thrown off his balance, falling to the ground with a thud. his claws come out on nothing but pure instinct as he pushes them upwards attempting to keep the other cat's face away from his own. it takes but a moment but when he gets past the rotting smell that all shadowclanners seem to carry, he can smell something all too familiar.

fear.

he attempts to push amberhaze off of him, quickly scrambling to get onto unsteady feet. his ears pin back as he realizes one thing– if they're both scared then maybe oramgeheart could be the lesser of the evil. being here makes him far from innocent, his kindness cannot matter upon a field of blood and torn fur, but maybe if he spares the other– perhaps that will mean something. it is not the same for predators– those cannot be reasoned with. but this cat, right here, maybe he could be. he knows what he must do. he's gotta pull his punches. he will keep his claws away for most of this fight, and try his damndest to use his words. it's all he's got.

"we, hah, don't have to do this... we don't... you don't wanna be here either, do you? it's... we could just walk away?"

whether or not his words reach willing ears would determine his fate.

// defending self and attempting to talk down @Amberhaze ! closed for other interactions!

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── honestly, i thought that i would be dead by now ⋅❁⋅ calling security, keeping my head held down──┐‎

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  ORANGEHEART ✩ he/they, warrior of thunderclan, 14 moons.
  ⭃ rather large polydactyl orange tabby with white markings, green eyes, a broken left hind leg, who's also littered in scars
  ⭃ npc x npc // no known family. mother is deceased
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ can hold his own in battle. semi easy to win against due to mostly using defensive moves. does not attack offensively.
  ⭃ penned by scar ↛ @salemdraws on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[Dayfern]

Dayfern

Status: Angry

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The small silver torbie peered through the branches of the bush she took cover in as Ternstar and the other Shadowclanner's arrived. She paid no mind to the words exchanged. Her ears were on her leader and for the moment that Dayfern would be called to action, claws digging scours in the dirt as she was ready to leap at a moments notice. She eyes a smaller tom on the other side. A perfect opponent for her size. Her tail flicked behind her silently as she waited, locked onto the brown cat. As soon as Flamestar gave the call she was ready.

She burst from the bushes, an explosion of speed more akin to a Windclanner pushing her forward. Dead leaves went flying and snow scattered as she yowled at the tom, "Thunderclan Territory! Leave!" She pushed herself as fast as she could, aiming to leap atop the back of the brown tom in an attempt to over balance him with her momentum. She latched on with teeth and claws, trying to drag him to the ground. Whether she was successful or not, she would roll to the ground after letting go, dodging any follow up strike, and dashing back towards the bushes, hissing as she went. She disappears between the branches, blending into the surroundings, the only thing visible is her glowing amber eyes, almost as if taunting her opponent to give chase.
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Give me one reason why ☼────☼────☼ I should give up the fight

• OOC: Engaging @RIBBITLEAP
• Dayfern - Female black tortie silver blotched tabby ☼ She/Her ☼ Warrior of Thunderclan ☼ Penned by Snowy ☼ 25 moons
  ☼ Contact TimelordSnowy on Discord for plotting
  ☼ "Speech"
  ☼ Thoughts
  
  

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