camp IT'S JUST BEGUN [ return from sunningrocks ]

[hazecloud]

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The battle for sunningrocks had left her queasy in its absence, remaining campside in the event something went awry on the island, a skeletal crew of capable claws to ensure it was still protected. The strongest of her warriors departed with boastful pride and teeming excitement to finally reclaim what was rightfully theirs. Improperly occupied land that was stolen in such hideous manner, usurped in a time of incredible weakness like cowards.

ThunderClanners were woefully soft in that regard, as she couldn't shake the impression they repeatedly gave her. Always the victim, always more deserving, always right and just. Tonight would prove the stars were in RiverClan's favor, surely. It is with the knowledge that she is no tactical fighter that she stayed behind, allowing Eveningpaw to go as she was only a few steps behind Twinkleflight in warriorhood. Her sister and brothers would watch her carefully, along with her mates.

Anticipation had her pacing a path around the perimeter of the island. The moons silence was deafening, she couldn't hear any tide of battle over cold cricketsong and rustling reeds. Any attempt to lay in her nest is disturbed with another rise to pace again, her muscles aching for sleep but her mind racing too fast to rest.

Her softspoken prayers are answered when she can hear her Clan approaching over the scent of blood. It is to be expected, of course, it doesn't fail to crackle the skin beneath her pelt.

"My boy, oh my boy." Hazecloud rushed to meet Pebbletail's cry, a soft gasp stealing her breath as she saw Lichenstar splayed across their son. She has seen it once before- once, though she is given suspicion it may have happened more by the telltale injuries she returned to their nest with before. Hazecloud's jaw clenched tightly at the sight, unnerved. "Deep breaths, she'll come back." She tries not to hear his panicked state to Moonbeam, because there was no possible way Lichenstar had lost two lives in a single night. Not for those rocks, not at the claws of ThunderClan.

Her muzzle rest against dark speckled fur before dipping into chocolate hues for comfort but it is fleeting. "Salmonshade-!" Outbursts rise over her own voice and she turned to see what sounds nothing akin to victory.

"What is the meaning of this?" Again, she is meek compared to their anger. Kin argue against kin, and Midnightash's accusation only brings more questions than answers, seeing the molly's gaze set on Iciclefang as she spoke. Hazecloud sought for the calico's gaze, trying to make sense of what had happened. Her lead warrior turned away instead, and Hazecloud set a single pawstep forward.

Her eyes cast down to where Lichenstar bled and quietly sputtered for air. Salmonshade had run off, Pebbletail practically inconsolable and her daughters battered from their own fights. The more faces she met with the more she sought seeking her in the moment. Without an able leader, her position did not allow her to simply flee from all of this...

Moonbeam answered one of Lichenstar's quiet mutterings and her gaze snapped between the medicine cat and her mate. "Beefang." Hazecloud says her name with purpose, trying to hide the fact it is more of a plea. An answer- she needs them if she's to be anything close to helpful while Lichenstar finds graces with their ancestors and Moonbeam's skill. "I want to hear what happened. We can speak privately." The deputy waved for her children to gather around their mother if they had not already. "Be mindful of yourselves, do not get in the way and help where it is needed. I won't be far." You can come find me. A silent reminder.

✿ ———— I'll be your regular mama ✿ ————— And I'll put that gun away

• interacting with @/salmonshade, @/pebbletail, @/iciclefang, @/eveningpaw, @/twinkleflight & @BEEFANG | currently commanding she and beefang speak privately in the willow den
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  Hazecloud
  —⊰⋅ Deputy of RiverClan
  —⊰⋅ She/Her
  "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  —⊰⋅ LH blue smoke with green eyes.
  

 

[MERLINPAW ✦]

They had not gone to the battle for Sunningrocks despite wanting to. RiverClan still needed cats to defend camp in the event things went horribly wrong. The need for a strong camp defense was not needed, it seemed, and sepia eyes watch as the battle patrol returns, blood or river water (in many cases both) drenching the pelts of those that return to them. Merlinpaw scans them, and listens to Turtledove's call of victory and almost smiles for once. And then Beefang's accusation that Iciclefang is a traitor, her kits belonging to a ThunderClan tom. And that doesn't make sense. For as long as he's been alive, Merlinpaw has known Iciclefang to be a reliable and dedicated warrior, she wouldn't betray them like this... would she?

Pinepaw and Crabpaw certainly think so, at least, and Merlinpaw doesn't quite know what to do with that. If even her own kits can feel nothing but ire for her, what is the rest of RiverClan supposed to think? He'd emerged here to greet them, to celebrate a victory, but this feels less like victory and more like twenty new secrets and questions had been unearthed.

Still, even while the injured get patched up, he wants to stick around a little in case Lichenstar has any announcements to make regarding... everything... and maybe he can find someone not quite as beat up to ask how it went. Yes, they'd won, but what are the specifics? Did Flamestar have to tuck tail and run? How overwhelming was their victory?

They hover at the edge of the crowd, looking for anyone who might be sporting just a scratch or two, nothing medically disastrous, that they might be able to pull aside for just a minute to ask what happened...

i used to think // that memories were like pollen

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  ooc - open to anyone who isn't suuuppperrrrr injured :)
  
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  (img) Merlinpaw * they/him* 10 moons
  mentored by Streamsong
  short furred blue classic tabby w/ low white; brown eyes
  Peaceful & healing powerplay allowed || underline for attack
  penned by Neptune. || Neptune on disc, dm me for plots

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[Warblerpaw.]

UH OH, UH OH, UH OH,
YOU MADE A MISTAKE ​

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warblerpaw & 07 moons & demi-boy & he/they & riverclan apprentice ​

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There is numbness that lingers in the wake of their win - an absence that keeps Warblerpaw from noticing the way the water laps at his belly and paws as they make their way home, his only focus on getting back to camp safely. Ears ring loudl, and voices are muffled around them - two-toned eyes struggling to focus on anyone specific.

The moment they have trudged back to camp, Warblerpaw can no longer hold back his tears, stopping where he stand. It starts as a quiet sniffle, and then a hiccup, and soon enough hot tears slip down star-splotched cheeks where he stands, limbs shaking like a newborn fawn. Teeth gnaw against his cheek in silence, the only sound his muffled sniffles, the pain keeping him frozen. For the drypaw, there's no time to think about Iciclefang - about Ferngill and Pinepaw and Crabpaw and Cragpaw. No time to listen to the arguments exchanged. Theres only the blood dripping thickly down his leg and the sharp stab of pain from his wounds. He'd seen his first battle, had won it even... but at what cost?

— uh oh, you better run away now

• Actions && " Speech, " && ' Thoughts/Quotes '
  
  ooc: he's mostly just scared but he has a very nasty bite wound on his shoulder + assorted scrapes and bruises
  tw/cw: vague depictions of shock, wounds
  
• ♩​♬♪♫​ — Warblerpaw suffers from multiple speech impediments, including selective mutism. He is more often then not non-verbal, and will react in visual ways such as body language or gestures to compensate for this. Situations which induce anxiety are more likely to cause a shut-down for him, and even when verbal he deals with a stutter and aphasia. ​

 

[claythorn]

She pushes from the nursery at the clamor, the rising calls, of those who return from the battle. A dulled sword, one that had not been chosen for the fight. Her eyes flashed with devout attention to all those that walked, and.. well, those that didn't. Her vision swept across the mass of red and white, those damaged and speckled with the tell-tale of war and those without. Her head turns, a sharpened ordered to her young- "Stay here." Claythorn bids them.

Her paws find herself towards a familiar smoked pelt first. Golden mismatched eyes study the singular lone of Beefang's first- then her body, looking for lethal injuries that she would likely leave unaddressed- then turn towards the camp full of returning warriors. Seafoam. She was searching for seafoam, walking through what felt like a graveyard of bitter, traitorous feelings. She passes Ferngill, the apprentices of Iciclefang's blood, all who spit venom at one another. She does not speak to them, looking for darkened blue and viscous fangs.

She does not find him before she stops not far from Lichenstar, who is recovering, who Salmonshade flees from. Who Hazecloud and her children congregate about. Carefully carved marble cracks, for but a moment, to see how devious Thunderclan's claws had been, to rip and shred something as delicate but as resilient as her name. Ears flatten and eyes pinch, breathing sharp, if only for but a moment before it washes away, replaced by that same, cold exterior she was so practiced at maintaining. Vision turns towards Hazecloud, and- ".. If you need anything, let me know."

Heavy paws carry her from a soul she had grown close to, instead returning to searching. The mass of cats that had gone to battle, and returned with minor scratches, or those with heavier injuries alike- blood sung in the air, it clouded her vision. She swallowed thickly, pausing as she turned her head, and it began to hit her. I can't find him. Panic slowly began to envelop her, clogged her throat and closed her nose. She gasped a breath, ears flattening and chin tucking to her chest.

She had woven battle paint into his fur, even though she knew it'd come right off in the river. She had stained him with the last berries, near-frozen in the cold snap, but Claythorn had ensured he was ready. To think that, to think that- to think that!- Claythorn's head picked up, turning towards the nearest warrior or apprentice or nearest soul that could help her-

"Where's Otterbite?"

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ┌── THOSE FIVES WORDS IN MY HEAD ⋅❁⋅ YOU SAID ILL NEVER LET YOU GO! ──┐‎

• "speech"

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• CLAYTHORN she/her, queen of riverclan, nineteen moons.
  ⭃ LH chocolate torbie with mismatched golden eyes, scars across her right cheek and over her left ear. cold exterior and threatening glares, built for stamina/battle and not swimming (tall/muscled)
  ⭃ mentored by darkbranch (npc) / / mentoring no one
  ⭃ mated to otterbite / / mother to dark-kit, onyxkit, sparrowkit, eelkit, dropletkit
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[Lilacbird]

do you wanna know how it feels ​

Lilac bird didn't notice the patrol returning back at first, not until the metallic scent filled the air in a gross thick cloud. It was almost too much for the queen. She has seen war many times, and even still in the fourty some moons she has been alive it twisted and curled her stomach in a sickening manner. Short ears folded back, eyes flickering about.

Iciclefang is a traitor. Her kits are dismissing her even. Oh the pain. It twisted at her, eyes unable to meet anyone's. How she was lucky silverbreath was able to claim to be the dad to her traitorous blood. Lichenstar would never forgive her even if she pleaded that she didn't know Dust was a red water rogue.

She had already witnessed exile. And now iciclefang? Her close comrade- a lead warrior? Lichenstar would have her hide. The lilac tortie felt sick to the stomach- anxiety on high while she glanced over at her children, emerging from the apprentices den.

Would they do the same if they ever found out?

Her anxieties subsided when her gaze fixed to Warblerpaw. His shoulders shook, hiccups escaping from the young tom, blood dripping down his shoulder and fear wafting off of him as tears dripped down his face. She moved quickly rushing over to the young apprentice as if it was life or death.

"Oh sweetie ," she cood, using a paw to attempt to wipe the tears. "I-its okay, y-yuh-youre safe now. I'm here." She was gentle with her words, carefully if warbler would allow, letting her cheek nuzzle into his head. Even inviting a hug if he so felt like it. "Y-youre Soo b-brave, little one." Braver than I... She understood the pain. The stress. Her heart thudding in her chest. If only warblerpaws mother would emerge, and comfort her child... Alas... Would it tear her up more?

"Do.. d-do you want me t-to take you t-to moonbeam? I-i can stay with you the entire t-time, if she allows." She swallowed down the bile that threatened to spill from the anxiety. Trying, so hard, to ignore the commotion racking in the center of camp.

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do you wanna know, know that it doesn't hurt me
she/her ⋆ 45 moons old ⋆ lilac tortie with blue eyes ⋆ information

 

[BEEFANG]

࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ — Everything begins to unfold around her as she watches Pinepaw reject Iciclefang's approach, the black smoke watching through a narrowed gaze and the then the way that Moonbeam seems to whisper to Lichenstar when the blue point leader wakes from her death. Ferngill being quick to scold the tortoiseshell apprentice for how she's treating her mother like some stranger and yet Midnightash is who speaks next about the lead warrior being a liar. Her feathery tail lashes behind her as she basically watches the life that Iciclefang had built up for herself crumble before her like pillars of sand, she doesn't know how to feel about this at the moment but what she does know that she will be the bringer of justice and truth. Lichenstar had appointed her to the council for her sense of justice and undying loyalty to her clan, the bicolored molly thinking briefly about how her own father had made a mistake of ever promoting the tortoiseshell onto his council. To fall in love with an enemy from across the river is something she would never do, she'd much rather tear out her own tongue before ever thinking about loving such a creature, a thing, and the very same blood that stole Sunningrocks from them.

Beefang would right these wrongs just as Cicadastar had told her during that dream the night that she had lost her eye and a breath slips from her at last when it's Hazecloud that arrives to the scene, Salmonshade fleeing, and even the traitor makes her way out. "Beefang." The deputy utters her name and the black smoke turns her eye to the blue tinted molly with a curt nod of her head at the next words spoken by Hazecloud. She wanted to know the truth and the curly furred moggy would ensure that's what Lichenstar's mate would hear, everything, the truth that she had heard while fighting Raccoonstripe. The murmurs of her clanmates as their eyes focused onto Iciclefang... "Yes, Hazecloud." She replies dutifully ready to shed the light on the deceitful ways of Iciclefang who had been quick to condemn Swiftfire hearing that she had been with one of the Red Water rogues and Pikesplash unbeknownst to her, the same that had kept her jaws shut in fears of being discovered herself.

"Lead the way." The injured lead warrior presses only to follow to where the deputy would take her to discuss this matter privately away from prying eyes even if its knowledge that's spreading quickly like a wildfire. Her lone eye flickering briefly in the direction of Ferngill who hasn't left quite yet and it makes the dark molly wonder if he had any involvement in any of this, it doesn't matter in the end. If Iciclefang falls then he will too. Disappointing. Beefang thinks only to follow after Hazecloud with a final flick of her bottlebrush tail, she would seek out Moonbeam's treatment when the discussion with the deputy is over.

DROWN IN YOUR SORROW AND FEARS ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ CHOKE ON YOUR BLOOD AND YOUR TEARS

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  WARRIOR SKILLSET;
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧ HUNTING
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧ TRACKING
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧ COMBAT
  — ✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧ STEALTH
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧ STRATEGY
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ SWIMMING
  — ✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ CLIMBING
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  ✦ a shorthaired black smoke molly w/low white and a singular amber eye
  ✦ oftentimes comes off as untrusting of those around her, closed off, and not the easiest to engage in conversation with, she's not easy to befriend. distrusting of outsiders and will snap at you if y/c walks up to her on her blind side. all her opinions are IC only.
  ✦ 16 moons old; ages the 10th every month
  ✦ asexual homoromantic; mated to moonbeam
  ✦ currently mentoring... roepaw ; formerly mentored by smokestar
  ✦ firstborn daughter of cicadastar and smokestar
  ✦ sister of cicadaflight and loveburn
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✦ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[horizonpaw]

His eyes are blurry as he staggers behind his family, his mother- her head keeps dropping. And Horizonpaw knows that it's just virtue of what's normal for her and she'll come back, but he's rotten to the core with worry, sick to his stomach. He presses as close as he clan to family, nose pressing against Lichenstar's side. He whispers tiny affirmations, statements speaking to his mother that we're right here, that we're not going anywhere. And he believes it, deep down- he feels it in his chest.

Eyes flicker up as Salmonshade starts to speak. No, she doesn't speak, she just makes a high-pitched noise. His ears flatten backwards, seeing his mentor in distress. His parent's mate in distress. She's more then just a mentor now, isn't she? Horizonpaw's thoughts are too loud, too much, and he sees stars in the brief seconds he takes to push to his paws. His fur is still damp, and the chill is biting, but he has a mission now. Horizonpaw moves, pressing to his siblings before his head nudges against Hazecloud's shoulder.

Deep greens lift, pleading at her for a moment, before rasping a quiet sentence. "I'll go get her." He says, tail twitching uncomfortably at the thought of what's happened. "Bring her back." He nuzzles in against her shoulder once more, before he is departing and running after Salmonshade.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ┌── YEAH YOU KNOW I LOVE ⋅❁⋅ TO GET HIGH ON MY LOWS ──┐‎

• "speech"
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• HORIZONPAW he/him, apprentice of riverclan, nine moons.
  ⭃ SH blue tabby with low white and deep green eyes. he is gangly, with long limbs and a longer tail that give him the illusion of being tall despite being average height otherwise. looks on with slightly anxious but normally happy expressions
  ⭃ mentored by salmonshade / / mentoring no one
  ⭃ padding after no one / / littermate to twinklepaw, eveningpaw, and snowflakekit
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[CRAGPAW]

His head snaps up as Robinheart approaches, relief flooding his system. Even if she's brand new at this role, she's always been a cat he trusted, one who brought comfort to any space she entered. He stands, then, opening his maw to answer for Pinepaw when his mother's voice beats him to the punch from just behind him.

Without thought, the fur along his shoulders bristles and his jaws snap shut with an audible click. He sharply angles his muzzle towards her and if one looked closely enough they could see the flare of surprise in his mismatched eyes. It's still too fresh, too raw and unprocessed. Every time he sees her or hears her, it's like he's reliving it all over again, trying to understand how it could possibly be true. His jaw tenses as his sister spits for their mother to get away from them, and she is quickly scolded by Ferngill. It is by instinct alone that he ducks his head, eyes rounding. He's never seen his mentor snap like that before with such an authoritative tone. But is Pinepaw wrong? He doesn't want Iciclefang around right now either. He needs space.

Midnightash argues with Ferngill and that's when embarrassment and shame choose to take hold, every muscle in his body going rigid as tears spring to his eyes. They know. Oh stars, everyone knows, and they're listening, and they're watching, and it's more than he can take. "Go away!" He blurts to the young warrior without thinking, catching himself heartbeats later. Ears flattening, he jerks his head away and buries it in Crabpaw's shoulder. ​

 

[EVENINGPAW]

"It doesn't matter," Eveningpaw tells her mother. In time, she will care about what Iciclefang's evident betrayal means. She understands the basics of it: one of RiverClan's lead warriors had went against everything Lichenstar stood for, and now, her kits suffer the most despite their innocence. She will have to seek out Cragpaw, Pinepaw and Crabpaw later.

For now, only Lichenstar matters.

She listens to Moonbeam's instructions, though it is meant for Pebbletail. Eveningpaw presses her side into her brother's, eager to let him know that she's there, that he does not have to clean away the blood that stains Lichenstar's fur all by himself. She would be fine... has to be fine. Now Moonbeam has Robinheart to help her. Despite the fear that churns in her belly — it feels like the cold is coming from the inside rather than the bite of the frost in the air, making her tremble ever so slightly —, she finds her footing in those facts, and grounds herself with it. They will be fine.

And then, and then-

Eveningpaw's head turns, like she is a bloodhound whose nose just found blood in the air. She watches Salmonshade stumble backwards through slitted yellows.

"She left." The statement tears itself out from her throat, and when it is truly out, she shuts her maw with a click, her fangs almost hurting from the effort. Just like that, the new love of her mothers... is gone. Disappointment shows in the way her eyes become half-lidded. Then, Eveningpaw turns towards Lichenstar again, shoving her face into that mess of fur, breathing in the ever-familiar scent — even if it mixes with iron. "I'm here..."
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