MADE TO CONQUER ♡ BATTLE PLAN

[MIRESTAR]

An eerie amount of fog settles underneath the cover of Fourtrees' foliage — what is still left of it anyway, unwilling to succumb to the elements just yet —, trapping it and forcing the patrol to cut through it like it is the thickest undergrowth they've ever encountered. The moon is still dominant in the sky, its light turning the landscape bright around them.

Mirestar puffs their fur out to try and preserve some heat. "Remember, we are allies now. We want the same thing." They had picked three cats they could put faith into, and they address them now, head turning to the side in order to do so. Sharpshadow had been the obvious choice; Lilacfur is busy with their kittens, and even though Mirestar trusts Scalejaw and Snowlark, they are new additions. This is a delicate matter... Sparrowheart and Shriketalon are not the types to cause unnecessary hurdles either. "RiverClan is not the enemy. ThunderClan is." When did they start thinking that way? Once the conversation tonight begins, there is no turning back from this... from war.

Perhaps leadership is changing them in more ways than originally anticipated.

That fact is only further confirmed when Mirestar continues forward and only halts at the edge of the river — signaling the beginning of foreign territory. Despite the late-night chill, the patrol waits for their scents to waft over the invisible border and alert any midnight patrols that may be in the vicinity. Mirestar cannot know what Lichenstar has told their Clan, if anything at all... so it is best to remain calm and collected, lest they ruffle their pelts by assuming their complacency.

"Greetings. I apologize for bothering you at this time." Mirestar speaks with an unlikely air of authority as a patrol rounds up on them. There is specifically only three warriors beside them; the less cats they have, the less threatening they look, and they did not wish to involve Carrionpaw with this sort of thing. They know it gives the opportunity for RiverClan to get aggressive without much consequence... but Mirestar trusts they would not jump to such ideas. "We would like to talk to Lichenstar, if you could fetch them, please? We need to discuss something important." A pause. "Back at Fourtrees, ideally." No man's land; neutral ground.

Without any rejections, Mirestar leads their own patrol — RiverClan's in tow, minus the one who had ran back to talk with Lichenstar — back the way they had come. Now that they are so close to this plan's fruition, Mirestar feels their heartbeat quicken. Surely Lichenstar hadn't changed her mind? Her Clan, too, must feel the incoming cold, and with a large portion of their food source freezing over soon, they need extra territory just like ShadowClan does.

Backdated a few days.

SHADOWCLAN
@sparrowheart @shriketalon @SHARPSHADOW

RIVERCLAN
@Blackwater @carawaysong @HEMLOCKSHINE

You are free to write your reactions to this, but ideally all posts should assume that someone is already fetching @lichenstar until she posts! The ShadowClan patrol has approached the RiverClan border, and then retreated with the remaining RiverClan cats to Fourtrees.

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[lichenstar]

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• They knew... with the sinking of each sunset and the rising of each frigid dawn the sands of the hourglass dropped in constancy. It was an alarm, waiting to go off the moment the last grain fell. The flood... the fire... and now famine sat at their door, with dry-paws who had no prey to hunt and fishers with numb paws. She wouldn't suffer them another rib-thin winter... not if it could helped.
  
  Sometimes you had to bleed a little to see something improve.
  
  Wrested from her nest by a mist-veil summoning, Lichenstar wasn't worried by the mention of Mirestar. In some warped way they had found themselves unlikely allies... they understood each other. Splashdance sleeps soundly in her nest, unbothered by the political chess her leader has played to keep her safely there... and that is good enough for the lynx point.
  
  Iciclefang may have bristled at the shadow-borne addition but her eyes had lit like twin flames the moment a promise for Sunningrocks had come from it. In time Foxtail would shake that nervousness from his bones... Moonbeam was more than skilled in her craft and with extra paws to press cobweb gauze into wounds... they'd be fine. It would be worth it. They'd have won their land back... and all the prey within it.
  
  Treading past her own scent lines is unsettling, so far removed from the Gathering... It is like passing through a thinly crafted passage between worlds, enveloped in fog like an obscuring mask. "Mirestar..." Her greeting is formal, reserved... barely hiding the excitement that dances in her belly. Her gaze shifts from their face to settle on those that make their company, relieved that things remain calm and that the two RiverClan warriors that had waited here with them had not found themselves betrayed.
  
  "I hope... your prey... runs better... than ours..." The eyes gleam with a certain unspoken understanding, a baited line cast out to say 'are you hungry too?' with her own hook snug inside the flesh of her cheek. She'd been promised something tantalizing... and could only hope that when the line finished reeling, she'd be returned back to the water.
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[sparrowheart]

He did not expect to be chosen for such a matter. But nonetheless, he'd be here. Just in case. And as the frost bit at his whiskers, and the the muddy ground sunk his paw steps in, he'd follow quietly with blue eyes glowing in the dark- sharp against his dark and lengthy frame.

Sparrowheart knew this was needed for his clan. Never before had he been in a battle, and he'd fight claw and tooth this time around. They needed the revenge for Applejaw. And though Smokestar lives- that didn't mean shit. Sparrowheart held the anger for his clanmates, paws itching to sink into flesh and fur for their revenge, and for the piece of territory that should be for them.

"Do... You think," he starts, as they approach the Riverclan border. "We could dig a tunnel under the thunder path to easier access that territory piece?" Sparrowheart suggests, pulling himself to match stride with Mirestar. "It'll make it easier to cross, then we don't have to worry about...." He didn't want to finish his sentence, rather leaving it in the air with a solemn drop of his head in an attempt to express the emotions his voice lacked.

But it was a curious thought. If Windclan could burrow, they could too. And it would be a safe passageway. "In like, a bush, to another. So that it's not seen by other clans," he adds.

But otherwise, he has not much to comment as limber legs drew him foreward and Mirestar leans in to speak with Riverclan patrol to retrieve Lichenstar. And then they were off. Walking in silence with not enemies... But allies. Though he's wary to discuss such actions under Starclans careful watch, he has no voice or desire to argue against the leader. He has never and would never do such a thing.

But he was hopeful of their territory gain. He was thankful and hoped everything fell in their favor.
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[SHARPSHADOW]

Sharpshadow's face is set in a grim line at Mirestar's side. She tries not to be Sharpshadow— oozing anxiety and tripping over her paws... She wasn't stupid enough to think she was capable of filling the paw steps Smogstar left behind, but she could be a cheap copy, maybe. Slouched, not-very-friendly looking... and yet someone cats saw as worth talking to, regardless. She tries not to let the early-leaf-bare chill sink too far into her bones. Same thing went for the early-leaf-bare anxiety... Sharpshadow's unsteady breath mists in the air. Her nose wrinkles at Mirestar's word. So RiverClan was looking for a sliver of ThunderClan too... Them and ShadowClan— they aren't the same. Not really. RiverClan already had their jaws full of fish, didn't they? For ShadowClan, this would be survival... For RiverClan, it was greed, surely?

" ...Right, " she mutters. It was mostly only borders keeping RiverClan from being their enemy, wasn't it? She wonders... if they were closer to the river, would the fish-eaters turn their greed to them, instead?

He really couldn't blame them for it, if it was true. Though... he would, anyways.

The stone-faced visage she'd been desperately trying to cling onto is shattered before Lichenstar even makes their appearance, shocked right off her face by her own clanmate, of all cats. She doesn't mean to be rude. She really doesn't, but Sparrowheart's suggestion has " What the hell are you talking about? " tumbling unceremoniously from her maw, practically against her will.

Lichenstar's presence is requested. Sharpshadow glances at Sparrowheart as if he's grown a second head, and flashes RiverClan a look that says, I really hope you didn't hear that, and if you did, I don't agree with it, by the way!

She does not expect to be given so much as a glance from Lichenstar. Still, Sharpshadow bows her head. Lichenstar exceeds his expectations, he guesses. Sharpshadow narrows his eyes at the question. Why would it ever be? sits on the tip of his tongue. A well-buried part of her wants to spit at RiverClan— to tell them ShadowClan did not need their help to seize territory. ...Who knows if that was actually true? Insurance, that's what this was.

Between the two leaders, he doesn't really feel like he's in a position to talk... but somewhat desperately, he feels as if he needs to scramble to cover Sparrowheart's hind. A wary glance is cast to Mirestar, a wary ask for permission maybe. " If... Um, if I can... " Awkwardly, she clears her throat. " I'm not sure, um... how much you've discussed already but... we want to move as one, right? " It was a little hard to coordinate with the distance between them... " What about... dawn? A little before. Before ThunderClan sets out for the day... The both of us— we move our scent markers where we want them, and we wait... "

She'd considered the cover of night... but this was about- about making a statement, wasn't it? It wasn't something to be done in the quiet of night... That didn't mean they had to completely lose any element of surprise though, she guesses..." We- we have tunnels beneath the Thunderpath already. Made by twolegs. " He frowns pointedly at Sparrowheart. What would the point be in wearing their own claws down like that? If- if that was even possible. " It'd um. It'd be easy to move more warriors in... or out, I guess... Depending on what happens. " She lowers her head, signaling the finishing of her speech. Hopefully, she hasn't overstepped...

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[Blackwater]

Blackwater was no stranger to the night, countless hours spent familiarizing himself with it and the vastly different state of the world it brought with it until the two of them seemed to be one, souls tied together so tightly that it would be impossible to sever them now. But the relationship Shadowclanners shared with the star speckled abyss overhead was something unlike any other, their ghastly forms slinking through shadow, gliding with haunting ease like ghosts carried along the wings of wind. It was unsettling, forms that could hardly be discerned from one another beneath little light approach with wary strides to the brink of Riverclan's border in an attempt to hail Lichenstar.

The splotched tabby would keep his paws planted heavily against once tender soil turned hard by the barren chill of a Leafbare come much too soon, his deep aquamarine optics glistening in time with the surrounding waters rippling ebb and flow. His expression betrayed nothing as he studied the darkened figures before him as they waited patiently- though not without some noticeable tension, just because they were allies in this moment meant little in the grand scheme of what would await them in the coming moons- for Lichenstar's arrival. The brittle air was silent as both parties waited in rigid silence for their request to be relayed, and Blackwater swore he felt his lungs quiver inside his chest as his breath billowed out of numb nostrils in a roiling haze. Conditions were poor, and would continue to get poorer still- war was something that should have been avoided at all costs- and yet he knew the fruit harvested from victory would make the inevitable casualties worthwhile....wouldn't it?

He felt a wave of relief wash over his aching form as Lichenstar appeared from the mist, her stride slow but carrying an air of palpable confidence that reassured Blackwater that the decision they were making tonight was the right one despite the costs. After formalities were exchanged, the two leaders fell into an even paced stride with one another, their patrols obediently keeping to their sides as they traversed through the forest and onto neutral ground. He would be silent for the majority of the journey, his ears flicking this way and that as he absorbed the bickering and suggestions thrown out into the open air by those in his company- some of which were much more plausible than others. No ideas were inherently bad ones, he figured- and yet he couldn't help but feel his brow grow taut as it creased with confusion in response to Sparrowheart's...unethical idea. Sharpshadow was much more straightforward when it came to her feelings on the matter, the volume at which his voice cut through the otherwise hushed air causing him to noticeably startle.

Despite such a reactive means of sharing their disagreement, what was suggested next was much more reasonable- thunderpath tunnels already readily available by the help of twolegs long before their time- though Blackwater saw little reason for Riverclan to use them given their ability to swim, something that gave them a stark advantage compared to not only Thunderclan, but the rest of their neighboring clans as well. He would lament feeling so stifled, trapped in a confined space where he felt no wind blowing through his sleek fur- how Shadowclan did it, he would never know nor pretend to understand- perhaps thats why they were so well known for their...unsavory way of life.

"Your suggestion is one to consider." Blackwater would allow himself to match Sharpshadow's stride as he voiced his agreement, the reluctance he felt over doing so was kept under lock and key within his mind. "I suspect there will be fatalities regardless of which clan emerges with their claim to victory. These tunnels would be an effective way for those in dire shape to retreat to safety should they need care without fear of being followed." He would extend a nod of approval to the Shadowclan lead warrior then, his eyes unexpectedly kind despite their difference in relation. He was not one to cast unnecessary judgement on those who did not warrant it, though he couldn't quite help but think to himself just what a...character this Sharpshadow was.

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  BLACKWATER — HE/HIM ･ 25 MOONS ･ RIVERCLAN WARRIOR ･ PENNED BY SLOANE

  SH blue tabby/blue chimera with low white. born to riverclan and eternally devoted to their ranks, he often prioritizes the wellbeing of others over himself and is prone to doing much more than he is physically capable of as a means to prove not only to others that he is deserving of his position, but also to himself. although not something he displays externally, he is imbittered and melancholic regarding his physical ailments and incapability. despite this repressed mental unrest, he is quite laid-back and gentle towards those around him, often content to converse and connect to any who may desire it- although admittedly, he is not the most observant or quick-witted when it comes to recognizing social cues.

 

[shriketalon]

For as long as Shriketalon had been part of the clan they never really heard of much tension between ShadowClan and RiverClan. Most of the clans ire had been towards WindClan, now ThunderClan too. They wondered if the lack of a shared border helped with that, sure the two clans weren't exactly friendly like they are now but... Did them not being neighbours help with it? They nod at Mirestars words regardless, curious if the chill in the air was from this stubborn frost or the political dealings beginning to unfold. Their attention is easy to be grabbed, in that lull of waiting for Lichenstar to make their debut on this neutral ground they found that Sparrowheart easily took it.

Tunnels? Sharpshadow's reaction seemed a lot stronger then their own, a tattered ear flicks as they stare at the younger tom with curiosity. "Wouldn't digging a tunnel take a lot of time and energy?" They all know the prey pile is stretched thin at the best of times between the many hungry maws it housed. If the two leaders were here to make preparations then that clearly meant some kind of plan was being formulated, they could go to war with ThunderClan any minute after this, right? So why waste so many able bodies to make a new tunnel. Sure it's less risk than dancing across the Thunderpath...

The presence of Lichenstar once again diverts their attention, they make a point to not be too close to anyone not from ShadowClan at gatherings. They feel a pull to nod their head in respect at their presence. As the authority she yields is extremely prevalent in such close proximity. Paws shifting weight as they try to intake as much of the information around them as they can, this is a valuable tool. Learning how leaders speak, what goes into constructing intricate plans like this. Shriketalon isn't too sure what to exactly do with that information but it's nice to have.

Sharpshadow's voice surprises them, sure she's a lead warrior but is she meant to bring something up? "The sooner we do it the less time they have to grow suspicious" the black and white cat didn't realise they themself had weighed in on the topic until they registered that it was their own voice rather than a clanmates. It should be fine, they aren't particularly bothered if their opinions are regarded or ignored as it surprised them to begin with.

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  SHRIKETALON || They/them, Warrior of ShadowClan, 33 moons
  
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[MIRESTAR]

"We aren't WindClan tunnelers," Mirestar says, softly, to Sparrowheart. They do not meet the suggestion with nearly as much heat as Sharpshadow, and seems appreciative that their warrior had come up with an idea. Still... a tunnel? There is the one under the Thunderpath, which should prove to be enough. Should ShadowClan remain victorious — and surely they will, with so many things in their favor —, they will not need to hide any more.

As promised, Lichenstar comes. Mirestar greets her with a respectful dip of their head; the sparkle within their eyes matches the one in the RiverClan's leader, confirming that the two cats are on the same page. "For now, it does." The answer in a foreboding one. It emphasizes what's at stake here.

Mirestar leans their head in close to Sharpshadow as she speaks. Despite what he might be thinking, of himself and of the entire situation, Mirestar still considers him to be a good source of ideas. Smogstar had chosen him for a reason. Mirestar has kept him around for a reason.

"I think that's a smart idea." Their eyes find Lichenstar again, looking for approval. "We can take our positions before ThunderClan even leaves their camp. They might feel less inclined to attack when they see how ready we are — both RiverClan and ShadowClan." Is that true? Something tells them Flamestar will not be so willing to go down without a fight... but warriors with raised hackles and teeth bared on both sides may just be unnerving enough to change that. "Thank you, Sharpshadow."

A RiverClan warrior adds to that suggestion, and Mirestar barely suppresses a shiver. Depending on what happens, Sharpshadow had said; those in dire shape, Blackwater had affirmed. But they cannot cower at the notion of injuries- or worse.

"Once we cross over to ThunderClan territory, Starlingheart can remain in the tunnel. Her herbs will be safe there, and she can tend to any injuries without being under constant threat." They have already thought his through; ShadowClan's camp cannot remain unattended recklessly, so should the medicine cats agree, Marblepaw could stay behind in case of any home-emergencies. "Do Sunningrocks have a place for your medicine cat to hide by?" Mirestar nods when Shriketalon talks; the sooner they can get this rolling, the better. They beam with pride and satisfaction — the three warriors they brought are proving to be good decisions, and soon, they will have more opportunities to stuff their bellies. Things are finally looking up.
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[sparrowheart]

He had forgotten of those. A simple mistake that made his ears flatten as Sharpshadow seemed to snap in his direction causing his head to lower a bit. It already exists. Well, now he felt the heat of what could only be embarrassment. Perhaps, another paw to dampen his thoughtful ideas, and sure he wasn't one to take things to heart- but he definitely quieted a bit. Embarrassment was a heavy boulder to carry, but otherwise he continued his stalk of a walk, even slowing down as Mirestar pointed out what was also obvious. Fortunately, his movements were always slinking, like a predator waiting to leap, or even bordered with one walking on thin ice across a river, hoping not to fall into the depths of the cold water.

"No of course not," he responded, his tone neutral and barren. "It was a mistake on my part. I apologize. I hadn't intended for it to sound like that," he murmured. Though, a new path Thunderclan wouldn't expect, even then- it was indeed a waste of time and energy...

But alas, they were not Windclan warriors and he did not want it to seem like that. So he dropped the act of feeling like he knew what he was doing- when he really didn't. He could try, but this was probably the most important patrol he'd ever been on in his short span of his life. Nearly two full cycles of seasons, but still short comparatively. He was young, moldable even still-

Sparrowheart listened to the other patrol members, eyes glinted forward while ears craned to listen to the murmurs of the others. And he'd watch and listen as Mirestar spoke, their voice confident, but leaned forward Lichenstars opinions as well. He wasn't sure what he even could contribute further.

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[carawaysong]

-ˋˏ ༻✧༺ ˎˊ- carawaysong meets the shadowclan patrol with a glance, eyes washing over her fellow riverclanners quickly before returning. she hadn't seen much of shadowclan besides the time yellowcough had forced her into their nursery. that time was under a different moon it seemed. last leafbare, the clans had banded together, fought alongside their neighbors. and now, lichenstar had announced they would battle over a piece of land stolen before her time. it didn't feel like she had much skin in this game aside from what was expected of her.

the warrior listens as they talk, as older cats offer and exchange battle tactics. mirestar poses a question that she wants to answer, prove her use here. but carawaysong had never been to sunningrocks, never crossed that border. she felt more in over her head than ever before.

blackwater speaks so casually of fatalities that an uneasy shiver rolls down her spine. cats would die for this, be lost to their families and clans. she would be better off not thinking of that, not speaking on it either. there was no reason to get cold paws now, plans were being set into motion. the tabby hangs back, nodding along to conversation, if she did not add would that absolve her of guilt? she waits for someone else to add an idea of their own, eyes flicking around the area in the case of any intruding ears.

BLOOD IS RUNNING DEEP ˎˊ───‎ ༺ SOME THINGS NEVER SLEEP ‎‎‎⚔︎

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  CARAWAYSONG ✩ SHE/HER, WARRIOR OF RIVERCLAN, 15 ☾'s
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[HEMLOCKSHINE]

Every hair on his pelt feels alive with bloodthirsty excitement. Though he maintains his chilly demeanor, it's clear from the light in his eyes that Hemlockshine is eager, and proud to be a part of planning this through some twist of fate. Coldly curious about their unexpected new allies, he observes the ShadowClan patrol as ideas are brought forward. Only three of them speak, as far as he is aware; the fourth hangs back awkwardly and only listens. Hemlockshine's eyes skate off of him and the black and white warrior easily, more interested in the words of Mirestar, Sharpshadow and Lichenstar anyway.

Talk of fatalities leaves him unaffected. ThunderClan will be facing the combined might of two Clans from two sides of their territory; for every RiverClan and ShadowClan cat felled, two of their enemies will become no more than memories. His Clanmates' deaths will be worthy sacrifices, leaving them with more territory and fewer mouths to feed all at once. Such is survival, that these sacrifices are necessary.

The fact that he can't answer Mirestar's question gnaws at him. ThunderClan has had Sunningrocks practically all his life. The icy tom's claws flex in their sheaths, a barely visible indicator of his frustration. Only Lichenstar is old enough to have set foot on those rocks, so he bites his tongue and awaits her answer.

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• HEMLOCKSHINE ✩ he/him, warrior of riverclan, twenty-two moons
  ⭃ a tall, lithe black smoke tom with blue eyes and low white. he is cold, composed, and willing to resort to manipulation to get what he wants. he is incredibly vain, to the point that anyone who mars his pretty face is in for a world of pain. please note that hemlockshine will be prone to saying and doing awful things that i, as his roleplayer, do not condone. all of his opinions are ic only.
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[lichenstar]

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CLAIM THE BURIAL I SEEK IN DREAMS FLOWING RIVER CEMETARY ✧

• The prospects for RiverClan were far more dire... they would be exposed with only the riverside to their backs and though most of her warriors could swim those frigid waters, it was hard to do when actively bleeding and battered. Her ear twitches, listening to the resounding understanding that there would be losses... inevitable, perhaps, but something the lynx point had hoped to put out of her mind. "No," she answers, dry and lacking any real remorse for their situation. There would not be a place for Moonbeam to conveniently tuck herself away and tend to the wounded. RiverClan would either win and ferry their injured across with strong swimmers to help them... or perish on foreign ground (what hadn't always been foreign ground). "The river itself... is the border..." She could not suffer Moonbeam freezing to death in the water waiting to snap at whatever fallen scruffs fell her way in need of help (and then to drag them across the rapids to the safer shore?)
  
  "But it's fine." Because that was always going to be the risk and the cost. Lucky for ShadowClan...
  
  Her chin lifts, proud and unbothered by the potential outcome- she had lives to spare. She'd just... make use of them. Even if she lost all six protecting others from losing their life on those rocks, she'd do it. That was a leader's job, wasn't it? Hazecloud would take care of them just fine without her. And Salmonshade would take care of Hazecloud in turn. There was nothing to fear in death.
  
  "When it's... still dark... we are... agreed." Her tail flicks, a sort of insincere amusement settled over her, "Flamestar... will wring... our pelts... at the Gathering." But at least both of their clans would be fed.
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