I'VE GOT A LIST OF NAMES ( shadowclan confrontation ) AND YOURS IS IN RED, UNDERLINED

[PITCHSTAR]

When Pitchstar had discovered who had attacked Bonejaw, he'd wanted to burn the entire forest down in search of the ashen she-devil responsible. He'd wanted to sink his claws into Cinderfrost herself, ensure that she would never harm another ShadowClan cat again. But Chilledgaze had stopped him, convinced him to (begrudgingly) wait until the morning. They needed rest, the level-headed feline had cautioned.

But he didn't sleep. Most nights pass by without a wink of slumber, but this night was different. Agitation burned in his limbs, the rosette tabby pacing the length of his den while his bloodied claws tore themselves further. He mutters to himself, promises of justice for his aunt, for ShadowClan. Cinderfrost would not get away unpunished, he would make sure of that.

By the time the sunrise paints the sky a similar shade of crimson to the blood caked around his wrenched claws, Pitchstar's chewed his lips until they are shredded and sore. He hastily calls together a patrol similar in size to the day prior, and marches towards the Thunderpath which separates them from ThunderClan. (Even if Ravenpaw hates him for denying her access into this patrol, he would not bring her. He would not put any of his younger siblings in harm's way.)

This early in the morning, the Thunderpath is quiet. (They cross without trouble, yet even in the dead silence, Pitchstar swears he could hear the shrieking of the monster that had taken his mother away. He forces the patrol to move faster.) The rancid stench of ThunderClan's border serves as kindling to the blazing heat beneath his skin, his bloodshot eyes narrowed into a snarl. With what little self-restraint he has left, (and no doubt the convincing of Chilledgaze), Pitchstar waits behind the border, his head whipping towards every slight noise in search of those ThunderClan rats.

Soon enough, the smell of ThunderClan grows stronger, and Pitchstar's eyes glint with a manic light as he yowls out, "ThunderClan, I demand to speak with Emberstar, now!"

[ @FLICKERFIRE @CHILLEDGAZE. @Brawlinglion @Glowingsoul @emberstar ; feel free to post before those tagged! ]​

 

[FLICKERFIRE]

╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╮​

Pitchstar had returned to ShadowClan's camp in a frenzy, nearly uncontrollable. Flickerfire had watched, tense and uncomfortable, as Chilledgaze had gone to force the dark rosette tabby to sleep. He'd gone to his den, unwillingly, but upon the sun's rise he'd returned, that same chaotic glint in his copper eyes. He'd snarled about ThunderClan, about their medicine cat harming Bonejaw, and Flickerfire is instantly on her paws, something coiling in her belly.

Cinderfrost had been the one to attack Bonejaw, then? Her gaze darkens with concern, fearful for Emberstar, of what Pitchstar intends to do with his information. She follows at his paws on quick limbs, until they near the Thunderpath. Flickerfire stares into a territory nearly as familiar as her own. She sees the shade of the tree she and Emberstar had leaned against, flanks pressed close, looking at the stars, and she closes her eyes.

ThunderClan's scent hits her glands, and Pitchstar's, too, for his snarl is immediate. He demands to speak to Emberstar. Flickerfire looks desperately along the tree line, wondering if the flame point will appear, wondering if she understands what is at stake.

- ,,​

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[Flamestar]

( ★ ) Just a few more steps...

The fiery tabby stalked along the forest floor, inching closer to her prey. Her hackles bunched as she prepared to make a leap, when an angry yowl pierced through the forest. Her vole squealed and ran off, and Flamewhisker grumbled irritatedly. The yowl had come from nearby, and she could only assume it was from the Shadowclan border since she was nearest to the Thunderpath.

As she neared the border, the reek of Shadowclan grew stronger, and she could sense the tension in the air. Her pelt prickled uneasily as she padded from the undergrowth, standing alongside the clearing beside the Thunderpath. On the other side stood a tom she had never seen before, and a group of warriors. The tom in the lead was practically radiating with anger. Is that their leader? We just went on a patrol here, we didn't cross, so why is he so upset?

Seconds later, one of her NPC clanmates came to her side. She exchanged a glance with the white tom, and she flicked her tail in the direction of the camp. "Go fetch Emberstar and Howling Wind...tell them it's urgent." Urgent seemed to be an understatement. Whatever had his tail in a bunch was major. ​

( I'LL SLEEP WHEN I'M DEAD ; YOU CAN BURY ME )

 

[emberstar]

"AND THOUGH THE EMBERS ARE NEW, WHATEVER YOU DO DON'T LET THE FIRE DIE"​

"No need for demands or fetching anyone, I'm right here." Emberstar greeted, full of smiles and good cheer. She padded up seemingly without care, putting herself easily within pouncing range of the irate Shadowclan cats. Though, to any cats behind her, she waved them back with a flick of her tail. Whatever was going on, she would handle it herself. "What a wonderful surprise, we weren't expecting any visitors! What can we help you with?"

As dense as she could be she knew, from experience, the signs of a cat on edge. Bloodshot eyes, a dangerous snarl, generally disheveled; it was the same look she had seen many a time as a rogue, before some desperate cat tried to steal her prey. She was ready for whatever happened, her muscles tensed to move at a moment if any of them tried anything. She put herself between them and her clanmates for that very reason.

Still, she had faith that they could talk this out. Flickerfire's presence gave her that. She nodded in greeting to the other molly. It was good to see her.​

⁎ ✦ ★ ✦ ⁎​

 

[Glowingsoul]

"ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE SHIELD WALL"​

Bonejaw had been hurt. Their medicine cat and a precious clanmate had been attacked! That was all that the smokey-furred tigress of Shdaowclan needed to hear before heeding her leader's call and following him faithfully out of camp.

Her paws thundered against the ground in time with her enraged heartbeats, claws ready to exact revenge on the one named Cinderfrost, to show them what happened when harm came to someone who bore Shadowclan's name. She would stand towards the rear of the patrol as they approached the thunderpath, tail lashing furiously as her intense copper gaze seemed to be boring a scorching hole into the oak forest.

At Pitchstars' demand for the Thunderclan leader, the flame-point herself would not make them wait long. However, her cheery and carefree demeanor would only cause a low growl of irritation to roll out of Glowingsouls throat like a warning. Their medicine cat had been injured and this molly had the gall to smile and greet them as if nothing had happened!?

Did Thunderclanners have no sense of shame? No sense of honor? At this moment, Pitchstar would simply have to give the order and the ashen tabby would teach this pompous leader a lesson.

//
IC OPINIONS ONLY I'M SORRY ​

✦ ★ ✦​

 

[Rabbitnose]

Rabbitnose followed Emberstar to the border on a whim. He was in need of distractions lately. His daughters death had devastated him, leaving him more somber than usual. So he figured this would be a good distraction.

Boy was he right!

He offered the Shadowclan cats a warm welcoming smile. "Good morning, Shadowclan."

He knew they were mad. He could see that. But he was going to be kind until given reason not to be.

The rumble from Glowingsoul gave him a hint of how this morning was going to go. He studied her calmly, then turned his gaze to Pitchstar to listen to him.
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[FINCHCATCHER]

Anger. So much anger hung in the new ShadowClan leader's voice.

Finchcatcher isn't sure why he shouts so furiously for Emberstar, but the young warrior knows he isn't going to let his friend off on her own to greet him. The ginger tom follows behind the flame point, worry rising within him.

The fury in his voice is matched with a furious look - bloodshot eyes, spiked fur. This wasn't good. Anyone should be able to see that.

And yet, with a wave of her tail, Emberstar signals for him, for the other ThunderClanners that followed her to stand back. She greets them, a chipper tone that leaves the warrior wondering if his friend can see how angry the ShadowClan leader is - for, as far as he knows, no good reason - or if Emberstar is simply trying her best to be diplomatic, to hold herself a step above Pitchstar.

Nonetheless, as much as Emberstar thinks she can handle this on her own, the scarred warrior still stands nearby, forest-hued eyes staring down the ShadowClan patrol.
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[ROEFLAME .]

I TOLD YOU ONCE, I CAN'T DO THIS AGAIN​

---

She had left with a patrol, sure- but had she stayed with the patrol?
The happy tramples of her paws bouncing from one fallen leaf to another, without a warrior in sight, was enough to answer that. Undoubtedly, she would be in trouble for this later, but how could she help herself?
The soft and brief drizzles had softened the leaves crunch, the the satisfying plops of the small pools in the centers were still enough to bring a small smile to the apprentices maw.
Hop…hop…h-
-I demand to speak with Emberstar! Now!
The commanding voice that rang of nearby was enough to almost send the unsuspecting Roepaw toppling over, but luckily the girl only scrambled for a moment before scampering head-first towards the noise, resembling a mouse as she began to slide through the undergrowth, her tail only inches above the ground to keep the twigs and sprigs from rustling- a handy tip Flycatcher had taught her.
The tabby comes to an abrupt stop, curious but now narrowed eyes peering though the thick barrier of stems and shrubbery.
Hackles are raised- but only by one, the one who had commanded her leader forward, who faced the tom with a laid-back smile and her usual jovial greeting, but Roepaw could not help the anxiety that fluttered in her chest, having to force herself to still from where she hid, knowing she’d absolutely be sent back home if one were to catch her.
"speech."​

 

[Flycatcher]

As soon as he picks up on the ShadowClan scent, he knows something is wrong; he doesn't need to see the patrol or hear Pitchstar's demanding yowl to know that. He had been training with Roepaw when the ShadowClan cats arrived, the scent hitting him first, before the words rang through the forest startling him and his apprentice. She started to rush toward the sound and Flycatcher feels obligated to follow, mostly to ensure his eager apprentice didn't wander into something bad. He catches up with Roepaw, crouched within the bushes, and gives her a warning glance for running off. "Stay hidden," He says after a moment, voice a mere whisper so no-one else can hear them. He had half a mind to send her back now but he thinks it might be a good idea for her to see a more negatively charged confrontation with a clan and how it could be handled.

When Flycatcher eventually pads forward, leaving his apprentice, he is relieved to see Emberstar already there. Her presence light and welcoming compared to the hostile air radiating from the ShadowClan patrol. He says nothing for the time being and merely looks at the patrol curiously, wondering to himself why they are so angry. It was not so long ago he had lead a patrol there. Things had seemed fine then but something must have happened to garner such a response from the marsh cats. ​

 

[Brawlinglion]

The confrontation with WindClan had been... disappointing, in the calico's view. Still, they had achieved some results and she would rally behind Pitchstar's decision. But her claws craved to spill blood in the name of justice for a clanmate, so when it came time for ThunderClan's head to rest on the block she hoped that things would be far more exciting.

Brawlinglion flexed her claws as she poised herself near Pitchstar with an almost murderous glow in her piercing gaze. She eyed up the ThunderClanners who were already present, clearly weighing up who to pounce should things turn sour. Though Rabbitnose's greeting caused a laugh to be torn from her as she found the whole thing truly absurd. Oh how she wanted to wallop that one's face in!
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[salamander]

Ice refused to melt beneath the furious flames that threatened the charred forest. The blue mink materialized from the shadows with her head held high. Pitch looked akin to a kit throwing a childish tantrum with his yowls and demands. Memories contorted the grown tom into a newborn kit, incapable of functioning without the help of his mother. Through the confines of the marsh colony, she watched him grow along with his littermates. Bone, a close friend at the time, had been elated to be an aunt. Honestly, the title didn't seem to mean much; not until Geckoscreech gave birth to her beautiful nephews. Sadly, the friends had begun to drift apart as opposing views conflicted.

And now, it seemed, she'd witness him follow a similar route that her bloody paws walked. The look in his eyes was all too familiar - a look she'd seen reflected back to her. The swamplands, it seemed, drowned another soul in its tainted water. Not many escaped the marshes unscathed from its murky grasp. Civilized cats became feral under the rule of Pitch's mother. Her ears could still hear her friends and her family chanting for bloodshed. They believed in the meaningless war propaganda the black cat spewed. Believed so much that they willingly marched to their deaths.

"Cease. We are both aware that it is I you seek so do not force them into this business. Turn your anger towards me and do not think about threatening my clan." Her clan? No, that wasn't right. With Berry chosen by the stars, she'd soon no longer hold a place within the forest. They'd cheer upon the day she left. The stars no longer had faith in the molly and, quite frankly, neither did she. Death, destruction, and injury followed the she-cat like a plague. "ThunderClan." she corrected in the same breath.

Eerily composed, she moved closer to Pitch, instinctively stepping in front of ThunderClan's naive leader. Everything wasn't sunshine and rainbows. They weren't black and white either, though. The new ShadowClan leader reminded her of herself and what she saw wasn't pretty: a poor soul trapped by the need for vengeance. She thought back to Ash's words. Was this what he meant? But was it even possible to save herself? She'd done unforgivable deeds and a part of her still longed for justice. But, looking at Pitch, she became keenly aware of how ugly his actions made him.

The marsh colony could be tough and, in some regards, harsh. Pitch would look for compensation - an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. She wished this was a conversation she was having with Bone and not her nephew. "I must wonder, though. Where was this fanfare when Bone made an attempt on my life? She attacked a colony mate yet, at that moment, you all went blind." A hint of betrayal and hurt could be heard from her otherwise neutral tone. "My grief was denied that day by her fangs. But, here you are, to seek retribution for the same circumstance but reversed." Yes, she called Briar a warmonger for the whole colony to hear but since when had developing and expressing an opinion become a crime?

She lifted her neck to the sky: both in a gesture to show the ragged scar, the wound incredibly close to her jugular, and to accept a bite of Pitch's own. It was only fair, no? She attacked Bone (which, really, only gave her a matching scar) so, therefore, he would be free to attack her. "I will accept the punishment that bias has protected Bone from. However, I ask that you do not direct your rage on any of the residents in ThunderClan. I do not reflect their morals, opinions, values, or wants. My family in ShadowClan also has no affiliation to this matter."

A gust of wind blew a familiar scent to her - the moors. Her heart raced at the smell. Honeytwist resided there, a she-cat she viewed as a mentor who had also been blinded by rage that night when Bone suggested quitting her job. A job that had destroyed Honeytwist's entire life. Soot - Sootstar was unpredictable and she worried for the safety of her acquaintance (the she-cat being too full self-conscious to label her as a friend).

Momentarily, her teal eyes flicked over to Emberstar. The violent, crazed maniac had struck again. Surely, that was what the ray of sunshine thought. If she survived then Emberstar would banish her. She'd been warned. Really, she couldn't blame her. She had wasted too many chances during her chase of a twisted wish. I know. I know I fucked up again. She couldn't let her actions affect innocent bystanders. The consequences were hers to face. Blinding Star had been correct in his judgment.

And, somewhere, Roepaw remained hidden from sight. Please, don't hurt her. She silently pleaded to Pitch. No, to herself. While she didn't use the word "promise", her word failing her too often to believe, she did say she'd do her best. ​

 

[CHILLEDSTAR.]

//IC OPINIONS ONLY !!!! LOVE YALL AND UR CHARACTERS

the warrior watched pitchstar with a gentle lash of their tail. they weren't gonna stop his anger now. no matter how nice the thunderclanners were, chilledgaze had no real reason to. only problem was... they didn't want their clanmates hurt. or pitchstar. they'd let him lash out, as long as he didn't try and attack. with bonejaw acting a little... out of it... they couldn't afford that right now, no matter how much chilledgaze wanted to. had they been leading the patrol with a little less... the story might of ended a little different.

they watched, very unamused by cinderfrost's half assed apology, bringing up the past which made chilledgaze dramatically roll their eyes, with a scoff. who the hell cared about something that happened moons ago when this simply happened days ago? was the medicine cat so damned dense that she was so stuck on something from a different time? everything was different then. the way the operated. they weren't even clans back then. pitchstar is gonna tear her apart. they thought with a sigh. if chilledgaze had to sit with pitchstar, later tonight, and watch over him... they were gonna be pissed. don't be an idiot, pitch.
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[ NOBODY ELSE MATTERS, GIRL ]​

 

[WOLFWIND]

The yowl that he'd spat had Wolfpaw's fur prickling in an instant, her head snapping upward. Who was he to make demands, bristling barely a whisker away from the border? And stars knew Emberstar would let him. Already, she's approaching him without a care and waving back the rest of her warriors, as if she wasn't putting herself in a position to be mauled for the second time. Wolfpaw huffs indignance, but obeys, stepping back with the rest of her clan even as she glowers at these weirdos.

She shoots an incredulous look at Rabbitnose. Good morning? Like, clearly they were about to scrap, right??? "Don't tell them good morning!" she whisper-hisses, gawking at the pale-furred warrior. Emberstar and the smelly guy look to be on a totally different level, face-to-face with a clan behind them. He had to be someone important, surely? (Now that she thinks about it, he was vaguely familiar...) Suspense, yeah, it hangs heavy in the air, an exchange between two clans—

And then Cinderfrost steps between them, completely ignoring Emberstar's orders, as usual. Even Wolfpaw does that. "What the hell are you talking about?" she blurts, though she shuts up right after. It feels like forever before the word-vomit stops spilling from her mouth. A former marsher herself- she's heard of the exchange between her and that Bone lady, though she didn't see nothin' up close. An attempt on her life? Reversed? Is she saying she tried to kill someone? AGAIN?? She flashes a despairing look toward Thunderclan's leader. Surely, surely this time she had to do something? Surely Howling Wind would make her— That's really why these smelly assholes were bothering them?

She should get her killer-y stuff out of the way before Starclan tells her she's meant to heal cats. Bone could do that at least. Wolfpaw's face is set in a scowl, daggers previously set on Shadowclan now shifted to the blue mink. Once Emberstar, Howling Wind, whoever the hell says the word, she's getting the first swipe to her empty head.​

 

[PITCHSTAR]

One by one, the ThunderClan bastards reveal themselves. Smiling and exchanging friendly greetings with the patrol seeking justice. Taunting, taunting, taunting. They mock him with their faux niceties, dismiss the blood of which their own kind has spilled. (Hypocrisy as sharp as the marsh-muddied claws which had torn into his throat.)

Pitchstar paces, up and down the border, claws flexing and tail still whipping. His eyes never once leave Emberstar, the rest of the world blurred as he hones in on the kittypet who calls herself a leader. "You haven't heard?" sneers the rosette-speckled tom, sickly sweet like the berries of a yew bush. "Bonejaw was attacked, the other night. I watched her limp into our camp as the sun rose, blood crusting over fresh wounds. And what do I smell on her, underneath the reek of her own blood?" He halts in his frantic pacing. The ShadowClan leader whirls around to face the flame point head-on. "ThunderClan."

He doesn't need to explain any further. The criminal herself steps forward, then, demanding that he ceases. Pitchstar barks a laugh, head thrown upwards towards the sky. Towards his ancestors which turned their backs on ShadowClan. The blue-toned molly pushes herself between him and Emberstar, and Pitchstar does not hesitate in shoving his face into hers, teeth bared. "Do not tell me to desist, Salamander." Her birth-given name slips from his lips, half-accidental, half-mocking. "Unlike you, when my clan is in danger, I take action."

Cinderfrost reminds him of the sunrise after the Great Battle, the reek of shit coming from her mouth strong enough to choke him. Pitchstar's shoulders shake from the force of another mirthless laugh. "Oh, but what of the context? It was you who accused us of killing Ash, who called my- mother-" He chokes out the word, a fresh wave of pain crashing into him. "-homicidal. Stuck up our own asses, I recall you saying! In reality, the only one stuck up their own ass, was you. You act as if you're the only one who lost someone in the Great Battle!" Selfish. She's selfish. Pitchstar had lost his father. Briarstar had lost her mate. Cinderfrost is ignorant, if she does not realize this.

Pitchstar's had enough of her shit. With a grunt, he moves to push past her, across the border until he's face-to-face with Emberstar once again. "Emberstar, I am giving you one chance to correct this wrongdoing. If you refuse to deliver justice yourself, I swear to you, ShadowClan will do it ourselves." The ThunderClan leader has a choice, now. Punish Cinderfrost rightfully for what she's done, or Pitchstar would put an end to her miserable existence himself.

"I demand that you exile Cinderfrost, for now and all of eternity. Let her rot in her own misery and guilt."​

 

[Flycatcher]

The longer this meeting drags out, the more Flycatcher is increasingly aware this would soon turn into more of a confrontation. He is silent for now, but he takes note of the ShadowClan cats present, the glares and suspicious looks they give the ThunderClan cats. How were they to have known the situation they had walked into? They are completely ignorant of the preceding events until the moment Cinderfrost appears and the truth slowly comes out.

As it turns out, Pitchstar and the ShadowClan cats are here because of the medicine cat. Flycatcher sighs warily to himself, dreading to think what she might have done to have garnered such a visceral response from the marsh cats. The medicine cat's words are fairly cryptic to his ears, offering little in the way of answers as to what was going on, only that she wanted to know where her own justice for a previous attack from Bone. Bone...did she mean Bonejaw? A fellow medicine cat? Surely she had not attacked her? Flycatcher hopes she hadn't attacked her.

When Pitchstar confirms that she had in fact attacked Bonejaw, something in Flycatcher snaps. His usual calm and collected demeanour collapsed in on itself at that moment, frustration and annoyance for what Cinderfrost had done quickly rising to take its place. Flycatcher has always tried to treat Cinderfrost kindly if he could, a gesture that was not often shared by his clanmates, and understandably so given what she had done to Emberstar. He too had grievances for that but he had always kept it to himself preferring to give her the benefit of the doubt. She was the medicine cat, after all, one of StarClan's chosen, and worthy of at least a modicum of respect. But with the attack on Finchcatcher still looming in his recent memory and now this the respect he held for her disappears. "Cinderfrost, what have you done?!" He bellowed once Pitchstar had finished and made his demands. The lead warrior's head snaps toward Cinderfrost and his eyes narrow. "What. Have. You. Done?!" He snaps, voice quivering under the strain of his shout. "I'll show you what you have done...look!" Flycatcher sharply looks towards the waiting ShadowClan patrol. They had come for her but it was not only her that had almost turned their ire on but ThunderClan too. Her actions might well have brought the wrath of ShadowClan down on their entire clan. "Look at what your actions have wrought. Look at what your pride has cost you and nearly cost the clan!" His tone lowers now, shame replacing his rage. Shame for her. Shame for what she had done to the clan...again. "Was it worth it Cinderfrost? Did it make you feel better in the end?"

With his tirade against Cinderfrost, he turns to Emberstar, and dips his head slightly, apologetic for his outburst. "Forgive me for speaking out of turn, Emberstar," He says, "but it needed to be said."​

 

[BERRYHEART]

Berryheart had been all but prepared for today to have just the one revelation. That he had been chosen by StarClan to learn the art of medicine- news that still had not quite set in, and moment upon moment was beginning to force his mind to accrue more questions. Who in the stars had sought him out? His father, perhaps? He had been one of the lucky ones- subjected to the disarray of the Great Battle, yet not directly scarred by its strike. Before him were two who had lost much more; his new... teacher and Spikes, a tom whom he had been a kit alongside. To see him now, leader of the marsh... peculiar, but not unwelcome. If only he could have seen him in calmer circumstances, no squall raging around them. Perhaps they could have caught up.

Alongside his mentor- his guide to the moonstone- he had stumbled upon the scene, their destined journey interrupted. Flame-dappled shadow, he stayed blended to the back, uneven eyes lingering upon the anger-fuelled exchange. Spikes and the Executioner were face-to-face, sharpened words slung betwixt them like war. All he could do was sit, an observer- an outsider. What could spur you on to attack a colleague- what uncontrollable rage? What folly?

He could not imagine it, feeling that bubbling-over boil. That molten rage in your blood- so potent you could not think. Berryheart knew nothing of it, only the concept, and thus understood it not. He dared not open his askew maw, knowing he had no place in his discussion- he would not even be here if not for circumstance, and the decision of the Executioner to take him to the moonstone to cement his place as her student. What would happen if- because surely she would be- she was cast out? Who would heal the sick and the dying? Who would bring the kits into the world? Who would weave web over the wounds?

But she could not stay here. Surely- not with the rage that resided within her, forever doomed to stay unresolved. With every good deed, a terrible one followed. The soot-soaked healer was trapped an ouroborus, endlessly destroying herself- and it seemed she had reached her final chance, with the demand for her exclusion and the wild anger never-before-seen flashing in Blue's eyes as he screamed. It was all loud- all so loud. All of them- they could not control themselves. They did not think.​

[ PENNED BY PIN ]​

 

[ROEFLAME .]

I TOLD YOU ONCE, I CAN'T DO THIS AGAIN​

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Flycatcher's presence is brief but comforting, and she dutifully obeys, wide and curious eyes shifting from one cat to another as more appear, Wolfpaw is loud and brash, and it scares her.
Finally, her mother arrives. Roepaw has to stop the instinct to rush over to her, staying rigidly still as she listens, spare for her head, which is begging to shake from side to side in disbelief, this "Bonejaw" had done the same to her, where was the justice?
Words, words, words. They were beginning to spin together, and anger was building up- yet the last words to leave Pitchstars mouth made her veins run with ice.
She knows what exile means, she's listened to the warriors for long enough, it was banishment, it was Cinderfrost being torn away from her.
"No!" The cry leaves her before she can simmer with her thoughts for another second, she scampers out of her hiding place, eyes wide and brimming with emotion. Before she can utter another words, Flycatcher is screaming, his voice bellowing and rattling Roepaw to her core.
Suddenly, she doesn’t feel so big anymore, she feels like the runt she was born as, left alone to die in these woods.
By now, she can feel the eyes on her- a random child, appearing suddenly from the undergrowth with a visceral protest on her lips.
"You can’t take her away! Emberstar, please!" She finds her voice once more, but her being is shaky, her muzzle on the verge into crinkling into a pitiful snarl. "Where was her support? Where was the patrol coming for Bonejaw’s head when she attacked her?" She insisted, a desperate and juvenile plead for them to listen- she was missing puzzle pieces, the fact that she was only now just getting two sides of this incredibly complex story, but this was her mother, about to be sent into the abyss!
"You can’t take my mother away! You don’t get that kind of power!" She is now yelling, turning on her heel to stare directly at Pitchstar. She wishes in this moment that she was bigger, stronger, that her voice was not shaking with her shattering heart.
She’s all I have!
Her paws are rooted where she stands, trying to keep her anger and strength woven firmly together for the fear she is going to unravel. It was her turn to scream, she was entitled to that much, the adults got to scream and stomp their paws whenever they wanted. "You don’t get to talk to her like that, either! You know nothing about her- you never tried to, so don’t you dare!" She doesn’t realize she has turned on Flycatcher until her own lecturing is almost finished, but she keeps her defiance, the shame for speaking out of turn, and towards her lead warrior and mentor at that, is something that will come later on, but as of now she hates him, she hates Berryheart for just standing there, she hates Emberstar for what her leader is about to do, but she despises Shadowclan, and the terribly familiar marsh smell that radiated off of them.
"speech."​

 

[sloestride]

THIS WEIGHT ON MY NECK MAKES IT HARD TO CONNECT​

The familiar hush of nature was pulled apart by strife. The intervention tore the forest along its border, with Sloepaw slipping- the quietest he had ever been- up behind his clanmates. Marsh scent, a thick, sour pall that choked his nose. An apprentice, inexperienced, he had never come across Shadowclanners whisker to whisker yet. His first impression was of indomitable anger. The pedestalled powder-snout speaker spat flame, threatening to spark a very different disaster with every word.

The conflict caught the air in his lungs, clutching at it greedily. Suddenly all of that progress, and confidence, fell by the wayside. Cinderfrost a traitor? His mentor didn't trust her and neither did he, the rumours often contradicted her ability to walk freely. Spun rocks, accusations, weighed on her reputation even heavier now. Would she be forced out? Sloepaw's mind was as empty as his breath. You need to learn, listen.

Flycatcher's snap fell blunt on the group. Another shock. Off popped Roepaw, younger even than him. Flint ears squashed low to his shoulders, the slender tom remained out of sight. Each screech cut away at him, a flinch or shudder marking his distress.

/ just listening in :,) uh @HOWLING WIND for mentor stuff
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[CHILLEDSTAR.]

chilledgaze watched for a moment before just snorting loudly. this was ridiculous. chilled tried to stay away from useless spats but this was pissing them off.

"oh cut the bullshit! just because we so called 'don't know her', she shouldn't be held responsible for her actions? she attacked out medicine cat! you have to be so unbelievably toad-brained if you think for one fucking second that we don't take that seriously!"

they snapped, fur starting to bristle up. their claws dug into the ground, tail lashing angrily behind them. they didn't wanna be the buffer anymore. they wanted cinderfrost to be punished. and anyone that stood in their way, too.

"exile her or don't. we will give her a proper punishment either way."

//rushed bc im at work but teehee ilyall sm this is so fun
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[ NOBODY ELSE MATTERS, GIRL ]​

 

[Rabbitnose]

Rabbitnose's friendly facade melted to one of cool anger. His eyes cold as ice as he looked upon the Shadowclan leader. His claws slide from their sheaths as he watches Pitchstar get in Cinderfrosts face, and then Emberstar.

He wasn't too familiar with Cinderfrost's crimes, but they didn't matter to him. She was there for him, she was there for Sunfreckle, and she did her best for Dovekit. He would stand by her despite the accusations being made.

And who did Pitchstar think he was, anyways? To make demands of what Thunderclan does with their medicine cat? To cross their border? Pompous. Pompous brats.

His lip curled lightly and his fur bristled, looking to Emberstar for her input or orders. If Pitchstar wanted to make himself a threat, then he would treat him like one.

He would protect his clan, and his family.


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