pafp I'VE BEEN SO GRACIOUS ✘ WAR


She didn’t know why she came. She knew she wasn’t a good fighter, she knew she might fail her clan here. but it was the simple fact she also knew she couldn’t stand by and just do nothing while her clan went to war. Her breaths were quick, unstable and her own emotions wild. But she couldn’t be the one to stand by while her clan lost their lives. hopefully it wouldnt come to that.

we will not give them sympathy, his words burned and engrained into her. she had never killed, amd hopefully, they would turn and run. She couldn’t help but laugh at that, someone running from her.

the lilac warrior took a breath as she braced herself towards to back of the group. They deserved this, they were monsters. and as shellkit came bursting forward across the ice, fear striking through her, she gripped her paws into the snow covered ground.

A new sense of purpose.

She dove forward, paws hitting the ground, surging into the battle with the rest of her clanmates. this was for shellkit, for lightning stone, for oxbow paw. For the lives lost and stolen from them.

A blind rage she didn’t even know she was capable of.

//planned interaction, with @Dust

 
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Fighting will never be something that Dust enjoys. He is a coward, and he knows it. But it’s not like he’s just gonna stand around and wait for things to be handed to him on a silver platter, either. Reluctantly, he stands with his fellow rogues as the clan delivers an attack to them. How rude…

His entire body freezes up however, as there is the one figure he did not expect to see. And she’s on the other side. It’s the cat he has been having sparse meeting with, hoping for their relationship to blossom once he has gotten what he needs. But she’s with the enemy!

“Lilac…? Why are you here? What are you doing?” Dust spits, not sure how else to react. It feels like his entire world will crumble if he falters. “You’re a clan cat? …I should have known.” He should have known it was too good to be true. Was she just using him? Of course no one would ever really fall in love with him.​
 
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*+:。.。 Prickles stared at Shellkit like the knot of red string that tied the fates of his little "clan" that she was. Throughout her stay within "Redclan", Prickles couldn't stop staring at the girl. To think, she's what started all of this. SHE is who they had all gathered for. It was strange to see a kit and think of it as valuable - Prickles certainly hadn't been, not when he was small and useless like her, though she was bigger and fatter than he'd ever been. He...he envied her, in all honesty. Full of warm meals and love, enough to gather an entire army to bring her back - why? Why, when they surely had so many more kits, or could replace her in a second, or - hell - when the fewer mouths there were to feed the better it ultimately was! And yet...And yet here he stood, trembling as he fought the urge to drop and scratch profusely at his ragged fur, anxiety making his unseemly patches burn all the hotter, though it did nothing to ease the cold that blanketed them in this dreary leaf-bare weather.
An entire army...for one kitten.

He looked at all those on his side of the war. Those he was risking his life for. This was the closest Prickles had to a family, this war was what tied him to Sasha. He'd do anything to keep it going - to keep his place among these fierce cats alive. Anything.

Including chasing after a stupid kid!

Prickles lunged after the lilac child, howling, "Wait! Stop!" as if the victim of kidnapping would ever listen to him. A yelp escapes him when another rogue member gets barreled over by a furious black tabby she-cat, a hairsbreath from snagging him instead. He dodged the felled cat and resumes his run, adrenaline spiking higher in his system as fear boosts his speed. Shit! Shit! Shit! Another Riverclanner - this one a white calico with a fiery red tail who'd make a very dangerous opponent until Osprey appears and takes him out in an instant - Shit!
In his shock he skids and trips, falling short long enough to see a silver pelted tabby burst from the crowd and scoop up - NO! Shellkit, the Red Water's very source of being, is taken! He can see the red knot of fate unraveling - can already picture in his mind's eye Sasha and the rest turning away, leaving him in the dust, to die starving, cold and...and alone...

"NO!" he practically wails, scrambling to his feet and kicking hard against the cold earth. Prickles wasn't a needless mouth to feed, he wasn't some piece of carrion to be discarded - he defeated a warrior with the strength of his paws he - he could DO this! He could save HIS gang! He can keep his stupid group together - he just had to get that damned kid!

But just as he barrels after the silver molly, snapping at her tail tip, inching closer and closer, he instead knocks into @DUCKPAW, who's little black-hued body had camouflaged itself in the chaos of writhing bodies. "This can't be happening!" he shrieked, whirling around to face his distraction, mouth practically foaming with his hysterics.
"You're gonna die for this" he spits with a nervous cackle before aiming to close the distance with a leap, his paws reaching for her throat as his goal is to throw her little body to the ground.


  • Interacting with @DUCKPAW , fated interaction with @carawaypaw

    Closed for further interactions!



  • GENERAL:
    Prickles
    DMAB— He/They — Bisexual
    12 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
    Member of the red water rogues

    COMBAT:
    Physically medium | mentally medium
    Attack in bold #f35336
    injuries: None currently
 
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Being here felt like being trapped in the middle of an inferno... the heat of anger that came off his clan-mates was overwhelming. But his concern wasn't with their feelings, it was with that tiny girl across the ice. Her eyes were glassy with more than just tears, everything breath that filled her ribs looked shuddering and painful. A disjointed little creature she was, but innocent... and hurting.

While he did not see blood on her, not yet, it was evidenced enough by her agonized stare the moment Smokestar moved to the front of their bristling numbers. She hadn't meant to run off to such a nightmare as the one she faced. His eyes travel in jade-shades of anxiety towards the red, flaming fur of his mentor. While he had placed heavy value in the call to action she'd proposed, to see it, witness it and still choose to fight was a lot harder.

His claws were plenty sharp... his baby teeth all but gone now. Too big fangs were enough to kill with, if given their chance. If given the mark, the aim and the will to see it happen. Swallowing nervously, the call of their star-crested leader demanded for action and he knew, he knew this was the right thing to do. Shellkit was a tiny maiden fair, she needed saving.

So why did his feet defy him in the way they froze to the floor as if it had joined the ice completely. Others rushed by without hesitation, skidding across the frosted plains with a desperation to secure the sickly she-kit that yelled for them, that did everything in her limited capacity to see herself swept away to safety. Jealousy sits somewhere uncomfortable behind his ears, under his skull.

Why was she worthy of protecting and protection? As far as he could tell, she was not unalike a mirror image of him... yet loved with such intense fierceness that a war was waged on her behalf.

His eyes search for Rookfang, to see the spiky-furred knight stand tall with a chin held high in noble defiance of this injustice. He would not suffer it... Valepaw had seen the brush of his fur against that witch and though he did not understand his brother's love for Hazecloud, he could understand what he fought to protect. Teeth grit in silent determination, claws find themselves the strength to nestle into the harsh chill under-paw.

He could swallow his fear... just this once.

He'd prove it to Aspohdelpaw that he wasn't just some rogue-blooded infestation. That he was RiverClan too.
Let no one else question where his loyalties lie. Let Redpath not gaze at him with piteous concern again.

Let the prince take to the field.. and return victorious!


// open to interaction !! his ass is not going to be victorious​
 
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A paw lifts disgustedly from the top of Snakeblink's chest, as if poisoned to have touched him in namesake alone. Tufted ears swivel towards the shrill voices of youngers... those who are freer of the sins of the forefathers, those who may yet be saved and find their way to the stars with clean mind and hearts. Her gaze affixes to Duckpaw, who hunkers alike a frightened rat cornered and thinks she has found her first target.

Instead, a holier-than-thou smite drags itself in jagged scratches at her side, drawing lips back across blood-stained teeth in a bared growl. Pupils narrow to furious slits, Ven feels the sting like more than just a wound; what sort of betrayal was this? To come from a coat that looks so alike her own? Were they not brothers in arms, in a way? Searching for the same goal, to make it to whatever heavens above there were safely and swiftly, before rickety bones could slow them and make it akin to torture. "Those were their names," she asks, stare never once wavering even to blink. "Fortunate you did not accurse that girl with such a foul name past 'paw."

The relieved sigh is so authentic, so genuine, you'd think she were capable of regretting the blood she'd spilled. But then... that would be a malicious misinterpretation of her goals.

A spit-dripped fury suggests she follow suit after those she'd slain, to make sure her timely demise came even swifter with the peaceful, permanent lull of water between her ears and she laughs.

"You don't get it?! Of course I saved them! What harm can they come to now? They are safe in your stars," she hums, upturning a scarred face towards the sky, "Are you so selfish you'd wish them here now, to suffer more?" To ask makes her face twist in some sort of horror, tearing her attention back to a face cut with a delicate scar alike her own. She stands there, blood dripping down her side as if she were a child being scolded for some dangerous antic that she'd considered heroic.

Shellkit had felt the same way right? To go play hero, to be champion to her people! Even if the intention had been pure, what a mess it had made. And what a mess Ven had made too.

Her tail twitches in frustration, taking his seething like they are each carefully placed bites at her throat- "I am not selfish," she says in level tones, returning her attention to a blur of fur that is just too small to be a real warrior. "I'll embrace it when my turn comes... but until then..."

Urgency moves her paws. One stride, two- teeth dig into the back of her leg and her vision swells with crimson fire. "I've had enough of your interruptions!" Twisting, the tabby molly rolls to put her back to the ice, hoping the spin might dislodge teeth from her hindleg. Curling up like a writhing adder along the slick floor, claws reach for his chest with short, quick jabs that might leave him less time to react at the cost of their depth being lacking.

// attacking @Snakeblink
 

War. It was all too soon but in the same, it was oh so needed. Rouges were heard to be attacking, something Petalnose couldn't be apart of until her body had proved to allow her to participate. Still frail. Still building. Although, skill was what she had. This was what she was good at. Battle was what she was experienced with. Justice was what she wanted and Petalnose wouldn't allow any of these rouges to get away in her sight without a slice of her claws. They took an innocent; Shellkit, of means unknown. They took their warriors in coldblood. Petalnose knew she couldn't put all her trust within the colony. Not all of them. Some remained clean and war would prove where they had loyalties set. The lead warrior was looking forward to it, even behind her face of anger. The taste of justice was thrilling.

Mixed color eyes swept the river, searching to creep upon an opponent. All was happening fast, screams and claws thrown relentlessly. Despite excitement, she kept back for now, slinking within the reeds to find her target. There was no fair fight to jump within, no lone that she could seek. So unfair she'd play.

Snakeblink had began an interruption, once she had assisted the fellow lead in the face of his stumble. Out of pity. But this time she'd join for the name of teamwork and respect. Aiming to charge at @forgiven vengeance ✩ with outstretched claws and a hiss in cool tone, "Care for another?"

// attempting to jump in team fight towards @forgiven vengeance ✩ and open to other attacks.

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Any time battle is a possibility, Aspenhaze is ready. They know most others would see it as a problem, how bloodthirsty they can get, but they don’t mind. It gives them a drive to keep going, and it’s not like things are easy. Things are never easy when it comes to living in RiverClan. Maybe one day they’ll finally know some semblance of peace, but that day is not today.

They feel the lightning in their paws as soon as the rogues who have been tormenting them are in their line of sight. Especially when they see Shellkit within their grasp…how deplorable. At least it gives them even more reason to attack. When the signal is given, Aspenhaze immediately springs into action, eyeing a potential target.

The fight comes to them this time. They’re a bit taken aback at how quickly one of the rogues targets them specifically, and claws manage to sink their way into their fur. It stings heavily, but it just makes their smirk grow even larger. They almost missed this! “You asked for it,” Aspenhaze threatens @URCHIN , though they know they’re the one struggling for the first half of the fight. They try to get back on even ground, aiming for his back.
 
I'VE LEARNED LOVE IS LIKE A BRICK — This was what they had all been waiting for... wasn't it? The opportunity to drive the traitorous rogues from their territory and stop their reign of terror on Riverclan as a whole - it was perfect, but it still conjured up knots in Swiftfire's stomach that she couldn't even begin to undo. The former colonist was no stranger to battle, but this felt different. This felt like an occasion far bigger than just her, and far bigger than even Riverclan itself. Smokestar's words seemed to truly make the severity of the situation sink in, her claws curling lightly against the ground beneath her. She wouldn't - couldn't - hesitate. It was time to prove her loyalties to Riverclan once and for all, even if it meant shedding the blood of cats that she had once considered friends. Considered akin to family.

At least it was really only a couple of them that she truly knew, surrounded by bloodthirsty rogues that wanted to take advantage of the situation.

Her paws carried her forward the moment she heard Shellkit's shriek from afar, jolted into action by the danger that the child before her was in. Her heart was pounding so frantically in her chest that she swore it might burst, and some part of her knew that she wouldn't be the first to reach the little one. At least the frenzied form of Feathergaze in her vision was enough to soothe her worries, even as one of the rogues went slamming into the side of Swiftfire's bicolored form. Her vision went blurry from the impact, a wheeze leaving her as her body connected with frozen ground. The chill drove a shiver through her, and she found herself locked in place momentarily - staring forward at her clanmates all around her. Was she going to die without even getting a hit in?

No.

Even through the agony that had exploded in her side, Swiftfire managed to shove herself halfway up, twisting and snarling as she lashed out with her claws towards the rogue's front, trying to hit anywhere she could reach. Chest, eyes, jaws, anything that she could dig into and draw blood from. Anything that would put them on an evened playing field. She didn't want to die on this battlefield, but if she had to, she refused to go down without a fight.

// open for interactions, feel free to have your rogue be the one that slammed into her !!


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    shorthaired blue and red tabby chimera molly with green eyes
    39 moons old; ages the 1st every month
    bisexual; currently not looking
    daughter of lilou and germaine
    formerly of the ripple colony; loyal to riverclan
    easy to befriend; desperate to improve the former colonists' reputation
    "speech", thoughts, attacking
    peaceful powerplay allowed
 
Pain buckled through Osprey's body where Foxtail kicked her, though it was nothing that she hadn't grown used to. The dilute calico allowed the young warrior the grace to push her off, aiding him by leaping up before she sustained too much strain to her body. Though the flesh and blood grew old, her bloodlust remained as sprightly and fresh as the summer's breeze seized between playful bout. The rogue roamed as free as the aestival spirit, as passionate as the mercurial monsoon, and as inevtable as the ardent arbor. A force of nature, a great thing to behold but never hold close.

With a devilish smirk ripping through scarred visage, Osprey deftly dodged Foxtail's swipe and retaliate with a claw-swipe against his fluffy chest. If successful, needle-like talons would rake against him - not with the intent to truly injure him, but to disorient him so that she could look for another opportunity to truly hurt him. She circled around him, as though her namesake that wandered the skies, ever-humbled by the pangs and agonies of pure hunger. Perhaps I should go easy on you, little bird. Or give you something to remember me by.

( SORRY FOR THE LATE REPLY BTW / Closed, attacking @FOXTAIL )

 
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tags! ₊˚✧ ゚. duckpaw is not paying attention to the whirlwind of battle behind her, instead, careful green eyes guard her flanks, ensuring that no unknown cat came within paws reach. feathergaze has to be successful! she has to be. a little yelp of surprise pops out of her open mouth when prickles knocks into her. i haven't been watching my back! duckpaw realizes, bristling with fear. any of the rogues could've leaped on her from behind, and she would've been none the wiser. they would do that ... playing dirty tricks to win dirty wars. cowards. though this doesn't seem like an intentional bump, judging by the tantrum her opponent wasn't throwing, she had just been lucky. she wheels around with a half-hearted snarl to face her opponent, a guise for the terror that screams out so strongly from her head. cortisol levels pick up and her heart is racing. was this really happening? green eyes scrutinise her opponent. he was taller than her, with patches of pink skin scattered haphazardly across ginger fur. was that from neglect and mange or was it because he was an experienced fighter? the fear screams out stronger than ever, and her legs, poised staunchly in the mud, seem to tremble.

"you're gonna die for this" duckpaw doesn't have time to guess his next move, because the ginger tom is moving towards her, sailing through the air so quickly hes just a red blur. she opens her arms to recieve him, claws extended, bearing his entire body weight instead of stepping to the side. paws knock into her throat, and the cry that she lets out is cut short as the wind is knocked out of her. she is pushed back into the ground, mud caking her hackles. the panic flares in her body, inbetween the stinging of pain. she realises she is in an unfavourable position and she just wants to make it stop. the bi-coloured she-cat lets out a cough, trying to intake enough air to revive her brain. she needed to think. what can she do... underneath this tom to ensure her survival? duckpaw grunts with effort as she raises powerful hinglegs and position them underneath the toms belly just before she kicks out, aiming to shove him off her, or wind him just as he had winded her. she wanted him to feel pain. panic is replaced by anger. duckpaw swipes blindly with front-legs, hoping at least one or two scratches would land there mark. maybe it would be enough to deter him? or at least move him? she can feel her energy is fading, she needs to use her time wisely if she is to survive.
 
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When battle calls, Redpath is never far behind. Her claws have tasted blood numerous times and still they hunger for more, the blood of her enemies. Riverclan's enemies. Anxiety fills her tonight though as she joins this battle with Valepaw. Her apprentice who hates fighting. She told him why he had to come, why it was important. Perhaps it will kickstart something in him to start taking combat training seriously. She worries for him though, wonders if she should have made him stay at camp instead. If he gets hurt or dies, it's her fault and she'll never forgive herself.

But Shellkit's life is at stake, and if Valepaw can't fight to protect his clanmates.... She's not sure what to do, then.

She looks to him before she charges in. "If you need help, call for me." She tells him.

And so, her attention turns to the rogues. "IT'S TIME FOR A TASTE OF YOUR OWN MEDICINE." She roars, rushing in and lunging for the closest rogue, jaws open and claws reaching. "YOU WANT TO MURDER MY CLANMATES, I'LL MURDER YOU ALL, ONE BY ONE IF I HAVE TO!!" She bellows.

She will show the same murderous, bloodthirsty intent that they showed them. Will they be able to handle it? It doesn't matter if the cat she's attacking is spineless and cries for mercy or if they're like her, out for blood. She is here to kill. To maim. Underestimate the river, and the river always wins.​
 
MAYBE I'D BE A SAINT IF I WEREN'T ————————————​

The viper in cat’s skin spouts more nonsense, twisted philosophy dripping like tar from her tongue. The clamor of battle fails to silence her: like Snakeblink, she speaks too much when she should be fighting, though he’s under no illusion that her monologue means she isn’t a dangerous opponent. He’s seen the easy way with which she ripped Lightningstone and Oxbowpaw’s throats out. If he doesn’t want to meet their fate, he will have to rely on more than the wrathful grief boiling under his ribs — he’ll have to distract her if he hopes to get an opening.

The pelt, the scar, the reptilian twists of thin, long limbs as they fight: they are alike in many ways. And he knows how difficult it is to pin him down… and how easy it is to keep him there, once it’s done.

Her thrashing rips his teeth out of her flesh, leaving a taste of blood in his mouth — both hers and his, from his jaws snapping shut around his own tongue. Her following jabs have him wincing but, though they draw blood, it’s not so much that it warms the skin of his chest; and as long as he isn’t bleeding out he will not stop trying to sink his teeth into her.

He spits bloody saliva upon the ice. ”Are you my mother, to lecture me on ethics?” She looks similar enough to Salamander that his heart pangs at the thought. He darts forward, snapping his teeth at her coiled figure, trying to keep her on the defensive. ”You have no right to decide. You know it too, don’t you? That you are the selfish one here, killing the young and vulnerable out of spite. You call them our stars—you do not even believe in them and you would send others to their merciful embrace?” Frankly he has no idea what her cruel mind does or does not believe; he is running his mouth because as long as she listens to him she isn’t truly watching him. But it's hard to focus on his own rambling when her eyes keep darting towards the apprentices; anxiety has his words spilling quicker and messier over his bleeding tongue. You're the suffering blighting us!”

Petalnose’s bicolor pelt appears in the corner of his eyes and he throws caution to the wind, secure in the knowledge she will assist him. He throws himself forward, claws scrambling over Forgiven Vengeance’s side in an attempt to get a grasp on her slippery form by tangling their limbs together. ”Embrace it, then,” he hisses in her ear as he brings his face close to hers before dipping down, plunging his face in her fur as his teeth seek the heat of her throat to bury themselves into.

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    Snakeblink • he / him. 49 ☾, riverclan warrior
    — a sleek, skinny tabby with long ears and a scar over his right eye.
    — gay, not actually evil, penned by @Kangoo


 
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Foxtail knows that he isn't the best fighter in RiverClan. He wasn't given a warrior name that could've been for having a sharp tongue, or a name that could've been for being known for his quick thinking in battle. No, he was named Foxtail— not Foxfang or Foxclaw. But he still tries anyway; despite the doubts his mentor had in him. "You're weak, Foxpaw. Get up and face me, stop whimpering over a simple scratch!" Ashpelt's hiss rings in his ears as his swipe misses it's target. Battle training was supposed to be done with no claws out, but Foxtail has known about the verocity of the battle field since he was a small apprentice.

Everything happened so fast, only seconds went by after his failed attack for the rogue to make an attempt to slash at his chest. The warrior tries to dodge, but Osprey is faster. Enemy claws sink into his flesh and tears, his green eyes widening at the pain. As her claws exist his chest, he can feel how his flesh burns, throbs at the open wound. He lets out a silent gasp at the pain, his heart pounding in his ears. She circles around him like he's her prey, and he desperately tries to think of what to do next.

StarClan, please let me win this battle! He thinks, as he forces himself to push through the throbbing pain. As she circles, the young warrior aims to bite down onto her tail and yank hard, hoping to throw her off her balance. He doesn't want to die out here; he wants to return safely to camp once RiverClan succeeds and celebrate Shellkit's safe return home! If his first attempt was successful, the teary-eyed warrior would aim to tackle her onto the ice below with claws extended, hoping to knock the wind out of her; hoping to dig his claws into her flesh if he distracts her enough.

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    credit to skaicraft (via insta) for the artwork <3
  • Foxtail
    warrior
    warmhearted
    timid
    experience: trained
    backstory: tbd
    biography: [HYPERLINK]
    credit to rai for the mini & tropics for the icon <3
    cisgender male [he / him]
    eyes: green
    pelt: cinnamon/chocolate
    fur length: long
    parents: dawnflower and redfur (riverclan npcs)
    16 moons


 
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~ 𓆩✧𓆪 ~

Hmph.

As much as she enjoyed raving and ranting and preaching of her martyrdom to rescue others at the cost of herself, she is not so silly as to become deaf to her surroundings. Petalnose is a conniving wretch, far as Ven is concerned, one who cannot pick her own battle and so chooses to invade another- it is an unfairness unbefitting a lead warrior. At least Snakeblink has his honor.

Kicking out a back leg like a frightened mare sent into furious bucking, her growling rises from a guttural place vastly differing from the simmering, heavenly quest she spoke of. If she's lucky, that'll be enough of a surprise to stop her advance long enough to finish what she'd started- she could bury celestial-blessed blades into his pale ruff and be done with it. Send another to line the night's sky in eternal silence. It would make three liberated from the shackles of their flesh, of their suffering...

He is clearly unsettled, rattling his tail in defiance, screaming of injustice and lack of divine wisdom to be making the final mark. But who was? Certainly not StarClan... and yet they stole. And were even thanked for it. So why shouldn't she be? Why did they not see the gift she was offering? She was quick... she was merciful. It feel like a thorn bush has rested around her heart.. as if it is to be wrested in gashing dribbling of star-dappled blood.

How desperately she wanted to belong to them too.

"Spite..." What a piteous misunderstanding. It felt as if she were speaking in a forgotten tongue, having half her speech relegated as if she were someone who was but a blood-hungry denizen of shadow rather than the gentle, sharp scissors of fate. Again he fixates on minor details... a rising crescendo of his fears losing traction on the stinging teeth-gritted grip of the barbs at her chest. He is faltering... and she feels the fickle red thread draw tight.

They lunge at each other not unalike adders, venom-spit teeth bared. Interlocked like perfect scales as they tumble, shifting and sliding back and forth to tip the forces of their opposing justice. Whose heart weighed heavier... who had coiled too tightly? Her paws slam into his chest, crushing him underfoot as his shoulder blades dig into the ice- it cracks, threatens to absorb them both under it but fractures in a hundred tiny creases. It isn't unalike destiny, she thinks, admiring them from just behind his head, his eyes crinkled in a wince, lips drawn back in grimacing snarl.

How interesting... that the reflection just beside them stares back and he looks so similar.

I wonder...

It is all the hesitation necessary to teeth to find flesh- for his actions to finally speak as loudly as his words do. "Embrace it, then." And as much as it is a gift, her body betrays her with its most primal instincts towards fear. She jerks back, trying to wrench her neck free of his bite, pulls a second time when it doesn't work. Her claws, though imbued once by her strong sense of duty, now lean, shove, crush him to force him to let go, dipped in the poison of terror, weaker than they once were.

Her jaw hangs open in a silent protest, twin verdant eyes staring in pupil-shaking horror at the ones that stare back with so much hatred. So much frustration. A tiny part of her cries to behold its anger, to know it is directed at her. I was doing... what was right... her panic screams, as if pleading for retribution of a soul thought untarnished until confronted with its mortality.

Her stomping loses its luster quickly, her jerking becomes pitifully soft. Where fright reigned supreme, a wash of calm takes its place. His eyes... they match hers. They are not so different... and in his own, confused path he has found a way to give mercy too. "Thank you," she murmurs as iron fills her mouth, drips from its corners to line his neck in perfect mimicry.

"At least... it was you."

There is no one better to take up the mantle of her cause... than a boy who's eyes remind her of her sister's.

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@Snakeblink @Petalnose
 

-ˋˏ ˎˊ- carawaypaw had been hanging back, searching for an opening to stain her claws red. it was not her first time seeing battle, the apprentice had seen more bloodshed than this when she still had kitten fluff puffing her coat. grabbed quickly by more experienced jaws, whisked away from her home being ravaged. she had wanted to help then, knew now it would have been useless. but this was her first real chance to defend her clan, she wasn't going to sit back to watch it get destroyed again.

carefully she navigated the ice, hooking her claws into the slippery surface to gain traction. not far, a fiery tom promised duckpaw death. if her sister's apprentice was going to spat something back, it was halted by paws meeting her throat and an ear splitting cry. pinned, her denmate swipes wildly to try and get a hit on the rogue. he appeared a little older, duckpaw's short limbs certainly wouldn't be able to hold him for long.. carawaypaw doesn't waste any more time watching.

the tabby doesn't bellow any threats or growls, to do so would announce her hot pursuit. she pushes forward, muscles tight to keep her paws underneath her. at the last moment, carawaypaw's head tucks to one side of her chest and her shoulder aims for prickle's ribs in an attempt to throw them off balance. she doesn't take a moment to revel in the energy the hit had given her. doesn't listen to the sound of blood pumping through her ears. if successful, she dives towards her opponent with outstretched claws, hoping to trap him under long legs and draw blood in the process, all before descending with open jaws upon any patch of red fur she could grab hold of.
  • attacking @PRICKLES

  • CARAWAYPAW she/her, apprentice of riverclan, 7 ☾'s
    carawaypaw is a pretty longhaired silver tabby with green eyes and a long, lithe frame. born into riverclan, she loves her home and has a deep rooted desire to defend it.
    willowroot x poppysplash ↛ sister to bumblepaw, tidepaw, mosspool, and hazewish
    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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( ) kindling has elected to not join her army in their onslaught against the riverclan enemy, and it leaves thistle with a bad taste in her mouth. the founder of this rogue group has slipped off to collect her other children, leaving the little lilac scrap she's already kidnapped in her army's care. shellkit wails and stumbles along, and every four pawsteps thistle has to fight the urge not to pummel the little thing into the ground. the patched rogue does her best to ignore shellkit, slinking along as riverclan's patrol appears on the horizon. there are many of them, but she glances around with her good eye and finds there are many of her as well.

rogues thirsty for blood darkened water, ready to wash their victorious paws in the river of their youth, perch in the willows that weep for their return. when smokestar yowls to attack, thistle doesn't hesitate. her rogues crash into battle like so many times before and the woman lets her bloodlust loose. amongst the roaring river dwellers is a smoke touched feline, young by the looks of him, with a bristling ruff and snarling maw. delight cackles high in thistle's laugh as she launches towards cricketpaw, a hulking mass of an attacker. she attempts to use her mightier weight to crush the apprentice beneath her, sinking thorn sharp claws into the dark fur.

"have we met before, dearie? it was one of your age that my friend killed. ox.. something," she laughs, swiping her back paws down across cricketpaw's stomach. her great jaw opens to sink into the dark cat's neck, biting in deep, beginning to crush the windpipe. she aims to down the younger cat almost completely, staying atop her with crueler and crueler moves. prickles launches after whoever is stealing kindling's kid back, and approval glows in the singular evergreen eye of the rogue. "get 'em, little man!" she calls to him, and then howls an encouragement to ven, who is hunting a tomcat thistle herself has injured before. oh how similar they look, her friend and this river dweller.

thistle has unknowingly found a home amongst this ragtag group of revenge seekers. she finds a fondness for prickles as he dashes to defend his charge, feels a great swooping of victory in her belly as her friends surge around her, as ven lunges to take out the slinky copy of herself. when ven falls, thistle screams. she finds herself tearing from cricketpaw's feeble grip, aiming a singular kick back at the apprentice if she has not already downed him. snakeblink stands with victory staining his white patches red. thistle scoops her large paws across the icy battle ground, throws herself atop of the murderer of her fellow. she cannot see thorn in the chaos of it all, and suddenly they are loosing.


her opponent has been weakened by ven's valiant fight, and thistle aims to finish the job, forgoing her safety to sink her claws deep in the man's soft areas, plunge her teeth into his throat and grip tightly. she will not loose, not after so much.


// fought @Cricketpaw , called encouragement to @PRICKLES , looking for @Thorn , attacking @Snakeblink , will be attacked by @SMOKESTAR . pre-plotted interaction, don't intervene unless asked. so sorry for the late reply lol <3
 
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( ) she marches alongside smokestar with a look of icy fury in her storm dark eyes. there is a darkness that only shows itself within willowroot when kittens are in danger, and this darkness follows her like a fog now, a red cloud of anger. her clanmates march beside her, hissing and spitting under their breath, but the feline is silent as she walks. her heart hammers with an intensity she has felt oh so many times before, and as they approach the rogue army, green eyes pick out one pelt from the rest. sasha, formerly riverclan, now a turntail rogue. willowroot had liked sasha upon knowing her in the clan, and she'd always defended the woman's right to be apart of riverclan. seeing her now in the prickling, growling clump of rogues is another sight altogether. there is a sense of betrayal in the former lead's stomach, even though she hadn't known the woman well at all. smokestar roars his attack, thundering towards the gathered rogues, and willowroot follows with a cold yowl.

their sights are fixed upon the traitor who now lies with murderers, and they seek sasha's brown tabby pelt (they remember brown tabby fur limp on a bloodstained corpse, remembers brown tabby fur cut through by rogue claws on their own daughter.) "sasha!" they'll yowl, fury edging their tone as they stalk the other. "quite a different breed you've found yourself in, aye?" they query, beginning to circle the former-riverclanner, thorn sharp claws unsheathed, lip curled in distaste. they won't wait for a reply, unwilling to hear the woman defend herself, and will instead throw themself at the tabby, aiming to sweep her legs from her with a smooth, practiced motion.

they're a warrior first for a reason, and their motherly nature hides a vicious side they've carefully crafted for situations like this. should sasha be thrown to the icy ground, willowroot will trap her, raking their claws down the other's stomach. teeth will aim to sink into the back side of her neck, aching to find perchance, to draw coppery blood from traitorous flesh.



  • // pre-plotted interaction, please don't interrupt unless asked! fighting @SASHA " speak "



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  • WILLOWROOT ☼ SHE / THEY, WARRIOR OF RIVERCLAN. MENTORING ROBINPAW. PENNED BY LAVS
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    a long-haired black smoke oriental with sage-green eyes. smokey long fur coats the length of willowroot's lithe body, with friendly sage green eyes that narrow in an almond shape. her muzzle and limbs are thin and long due to her oriental heritage.



 
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His single orange eye watches Feathergaze bolt with Shellkit between her jaws, a lilac flower swinging limply. Smokestar's immediate instincts are to pursue the rogue chasing her only to falter as he sees Duckpaw and then Carawaypaw move in to intercept and save the silver molly; allowing her safe retreat. The two apprentices converge on the outsider and he feels a thrill of pride soar up through his throat before he turns to give the battlefield a sweeping glance. Lilacbird was facing off with a dusty brown rogue, they had yet to fling claws yet and his attention moved to Foxtail tangled with another, Aspenhaze is easily visible alongside a dark rogue - the ice is stained red, he can feel it give faintly beneath every pawstep, every body flung onto its surface. It would only be a matter of time before it gave out entirely.

Smokestar's head jerks up at the familiar lean figure of brown tabby fur in the distance, not realizing immediately who it was. It was strange seeing Snakeblink over a body, blood dripping maw and looking more deadly than he'd ever before in his entire time knowing the tom. The white-dappled leader's tail lashed as he whipped around to see a flurry of movement spring at the lead warrior, taking advantage of his distraction and battleworn form and he was racing forward with a swiftness he was not usually accustomed to having; spurned on adrenaline and outrage.
"GET! OFF OF HIM!" His teeth find black and orange fur, he gets a grip and rips the scarred rogue off of Snakeblink with as much force as he can muster, watching them roll across the frozen surface of the river and he pivots on his paws to follow only for his first step to give with a resounding CRACK. After all of the fighting, all of the violence upon its fragile surface, the ice was finally beginning to fracture and split. The warm blood seeping into its cracks, adding to its already brittle structure.

"RiverClan! Off the water!" It was still alarmingly cold, while a cat who could swim would be able to survive being submerged he highly doubted these outsiders could and with that thought in mind he caught Thistle trying to evacuate as well, "No...not YOU." He risked the movement forward, felt the river creak like old bones and snap under his paws but he lunged at the molly to slam her down into the frigid surface with enough force that it finally broke fully - the thin layer shattering and splintering off in every direction with the center point of the collision now being Smokestar and Thistle crashing into the water in a yowling tangle of limbs and fur. The cold hit him like a wall of stone, his paws pushed down over his opponent and he gasped reflexively only to suck in a mouthful of water but he did not yield; keeping her pinned underpaw as they both sunk down.

  • Ooc - This is your call to start concluding your battles as the ice has finally gave way! If your rogue is not dying in the battle this is your time to retreat!

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    Smokestar
    —⊰⋅ Leader of RiverClan
    —⊰⋅ He/Him
    "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
    —⊰⋅ Black tom w/vitiligo & one orange eye.

 
( ) what happens next is a blur. karma clutches her playthings close and enacts her play as the battle rages. thistle finds herself atop of snakeblink, gazing into battleworn eyes of acid. blood stains her teeth as she grins at him, teeth an inch from his throat, an inch from his life. there is a roar in her ears, pinned back as they are, and from her blind side she is ripped clean off of the brown tabby, crumpling atop cracking ice. a king stands above her, framed by the piercing gray sky, white speckled as if star blessed. smokestar, riverclan's leader, successor to the tyrant cicada, who'd forced her from her home.

the ice shifts, crimson pooling beneath thistle, mixing like mud in the shallow water that she splashes in. the king roars an order to his clan, and all thistle can think is that she's loosing again. she's lost all her life- her territory, her family. she can't find thorn, but in her agony comes to the conclusion that he is gone as well. she's lost this war, but she won't go down without a fight. claws sharp as her namesake scrabble for purchase on the ice, chill creeping towards her bones with alarming speed. she's trapped out here, broad shouldered and soaking. smokestar lurches toward her, vocals low and furious. she greets him with a grin. "we're going down together, king of rivers," she laughs, and it's an insane thing to hear, the relief in her voice as she accepts her fate.

there is a crack as ribs break, then a crack as ice gives way, and the two plunge into the depths. thistle takes her last breath of air as she is pushed down, down, so far that she can barely see the blue light of the surface. she fights the whole way, twisting in smokestar's grasp, clawing at his broad form, biting and screeching silently. the cold sinks further into her bones, and she gasps a gulp of water. it fills her lungs with frost, the pain of her broken ribs numbing as she fades. large paws reach up, one last attempt to choke the life from her assaulter, provoke some sort of revenge, make riverclan understand loss for once in their lives.

her spark fades a heartbeat before his. the evergreen eye dulls, the scarred jaw opens, paws going limp in the depths of the river. the two bodies float, entangled in their dance of death.
 

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- He thought this would be like the days the nameless rogues drove them from their territory and into SkyClan's camp. When Otterpaw first got a taste of his own blood while scoring his claws down fur to shed another's. He thought this day would be like overtaking their home, how the air tasted like victory on his tongue and made his pulse rush beneath his skin.

It's cold.

The ice crackled and spat in defiance. Blood spilled and warmed the frozen scape at the cost of ending the battle early and Otterpaw can only think of an opportunity wasted on what could have been rightfully obliterated any sign of these Redwater Rogues from the planet. His paws are muddy from trying to keep up, tagging along only after catching word on the return of a patrol. He hadn't waited for Coyotecreek to let them go, he hadn't waited a beat before he tore off after their scent but he was just a second too late.

RiverClan! Off the water!

Venom-pitted eyes scour the surface to find the speckled fur of Smokestar while numbers flee to opposite sides of the ice. He is the only exception to his own order and he watched as his drove the calico's form against the surface, crashing beneath it together.

It's cold.

He feels nothing as he watches bubbles rise and limbs thrash and then... quiet. Bodies rise- two, neither moving. His Clanmates that still reeked of adrenaline are still trying to scrabble to the shore but Otterpaw- he moved forward. No longer the kit that jumped face-first into the water only to choke on it as it filled his lungs. Each kick and stroke was made with a power he trained hard for, and the chimera easy swept beside Smokestar. He's nearly reached an entire seasons cycle, his build easily comparable to the tom who was once thought to be his mentor. And now he's dragging his soggy corpse to dry land.

Teeth sink into his scruff perhaps a bit too hard as needle-sharp teeth uncaringly break skin but he won't lose his grip on slick fur. Otterpaw paddled and kicked until he could feel rocky earth beneath him and he continued to drag Smokestar along until the water was just able to lap at his paws.

"He should wake up soon." His stated blandly, narrowing his eyes as if daring the leader not to.



  • OTTERPAW he/him, apprentice of riverclan, eleven moons.
    scruffy blue/black chimera with white undercarriage and green eyes. noticeable kinked whiskers
    adopted son to pikesplash // apprentice to coyotecreek
    peaceful and healing powerplay requires permission / / underline and tag when attacking or making an action toward
    see battle info here
    penned by beataegonkpilled on discord, feel free to dm for plots.