camp MANY EVILS I'VE ENJOYED [🔥] Leaving

[BIGFANG]

Just moments after his conversation with his son came to an end Bigfang can be found hovering at the bramble exit of camp. He had thought he would leave silently in the night, no warning, no trace. Though it felt wrong, the cats who remained had fought for his place in ThunderClan, had tried to give him a home here. For some they had succeeded, but many were dead, and for Bigfang he could not possibly belong anymore. He never had.

He knows they will call him a vow breaker. A craven. Well, he was, but so had those who had murdered his clan-mates and divided his clan. How could he sleep comfortably knowing that such evil could rise again, that it could continue to lurk in the shadows and share his den? He had thought he knew his clan-mates and many of the traitors who had tried to murder his kind, how could he ever trust that he knew those who remained?

Bigfang was tired. Tired of the endless shame his past brought him, tired of the impossible task of proving to ThunderClan that he was worthy. In the darkness that had washed over the forest he had forgotten what had drawn him here in the first place, why he had wanted so desperately to be one of them, though most would never let him.

He hopes now with evil vanquished that a new dawn would come for the clan, that cats with kittypet blood would find peace and respect amongst their clan-mates. For Bigfang, the time has passed, he could not waste anymore of the moons he had left praying the time would finally come and finally last.

Still, he would tell them. The cats who remained deserved that much.

"I'm leaving." He speaks it in the air, to no one in particular. Yet it doesn't take long for cats to stop and stare, for murmurs to begin rippling across the camp. "I've tried- for... moons. For some cats- a lifetime to be a warrior." He looks around now knowing that some cats have been born, turned into warriors, and died in the span he's lived here."I thought after the battle- after the last traitor tucked tail- that I'd feel at peace. I don't. It's too late for me. I've given ThunderClan everything I had, the battle to restore the clan to good was the last I had to give." Before he turned to dust trying, it felt like.

"I hope that even though the dawn came too late for me, that it is not too late for those who share my past. That they finally are respected and viewed for the warriors they are, not by some but all of ThunderClan." Though they might not appreciate the new traitors hopes and dreams for them he speaks it anyways.

Bigfang doesn't know what more to say. Goodbye? It felt mouse-brained now as they likely began to hiss the words 'traitor!' and 'coward!' to him. In his heart he knows this is right, it is what he must do. Back at the corner he lived on in the twoleg place he ruled, it was there he would return and find himself a new twoleg. There he would live out the rest of his moons happy, whatever future ThunderClan had to offer him would be far less clear. He was finished trying to clear the fog.

Heavy paws lift to leave the camp. He knows that once he crosses past the border, he will no longer be Bigfang, but Hank reborn.

//takes place sometime after the mini meeting but before flameseeker leaves for her nine lives. your ocs are free to stop/attack/anything they'd like!

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[nightbird]

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ a small frown etched her face as bigfang stands in the camp clearing, announces his departure from thunderclan's ranks. it was never a good feeling to lose a clanmate when the leaves began to turn, when leafbare was but a breath away from taking their prey and chilling their bones.

nightbird wants to feel betrayed at the abandon of responsibility. the queen couldn't dredge the feeling up. thunderclan had failed him, others like him. the offenders have now been slain or fled, but they had come to power so easily. it hardly a difficult task for them to rise up, shake such a mighty clan to its foundations.

he was doing what was best for him, and after everything each of them had been through these past moons, nightbird couldn't fault him for it. "good luck, bigfang. wherever your paws lead you." it was no use trying to change a mind made, his paws already lifted to carry him through the gorse tunnel for the last time. it was clear that even with the evil purged from their ranks, thunderclan still had much work left to do.

BURNING SWORD // ───‎ ⋆ GUIDE MY HAND‎ ‎‎ ‎‎☽

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  NIGHTBIRD ✩ she/her, lead warrior of thunderclan, 36 ☾'s
  ⭃ a small black smoke molly with a white paw and pale silver eyes. currently a queen residing in the nursery.
  ⭃ mate to raccoonstripe / / currently mentoring none.
  ⭃ 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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[leafhusk]

in another life, she would have left, too. stars, she was so close to leaving after the wolves fell. something kept her tethered to the oak trees, it’d quiver in the branches if she stared beyond the borders for too long. it’s become a feeling that’s dissolved as the moon turned over in the sky. too many things keep her here, now, more than ever. for her, the thought of leaving is far too traitorous. the warm den, kind hands in her fur… it’s become nostalgia. the past died long ago, in the cold– she had to accept it.

leafhusk understands bigfang. the man is a hulking, walking definition of thunderclanner, but only in looks; he’s done his time, with scars to prove it. she feels similarly to nightbird, they’re losing another body right before the trees shed their leaves, that thunderclan failed him. admittedly, leafhusk isn’t surprised that cats are deciding to leave, despite the purge sunrises ago. she wonders if bigfang will encourage others to leave.

her head nods in agreement with her co-lead. she gazes at the older ex-warrior, sadness carved deeply into her features, she bows in a discreet manner to avoid his eyes, "thunderclan won’t forget the work you put into saving this clan, i’ll be sure of that. you’ve earned this decision."

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[ORANGEPAW.]

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- he doesn't know bigfang very well. he's seen him around, sure, but he's never really interacted with him. still, buts if sadness tug at him for what could have been. he twitches his ears, gently shuffling his paws against the ground. he knows he needs to rest, but he's being careful. he always was. his nose twitches as he looks at bigfang, and then other cats within the clan. he hums quietly, before waving his tail.

"okay. bye-bye, then. please be safe. if you're allowed, please come visit some time, but even if you don't... see you later!!"

goodbyes always seemed so permanent. he didn't like goodbyes. he sits down as he finds himself just unable to stand any longer. he hopes that wherever bigfang ends up, that he's okay. that's what he wants for everyone. for them to just be okay.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── NO USE LOOKING OUT ⋅❁⋅ ITS WITHIN THAT BRINGS THAT LONELY FEELING ──┐‎

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  ORANGEPAW ✩ he/they, apprentice of thunderclan, 10 moons.
  ⭃ rather large polydactyl orange tabby with white markings, green eyes, a broken left hind leg, and scars on his face and right side
  ⭃ npc x npc // no known family. mother is deceased
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ not necessarily great in battle. semi easy to attack due to lack of expereince alone.
  ⭃ penned by scar ↛ @salemdraws on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[bayingkit]

she doesn’t know bigfang. sure, he’d been around — probably, but bayingkit hadn’t seen him. he was about as good as the other sires and toms in camp in which they often were not in camp, instead lounging themselves in the deep woods until sundown. raccoonstripe says they work hard. nightbird wishes him luck where she lays aside her kits, with the unruly striped one stanced wide and bewildered at his sudden call. dichromatic eyes only stare for a beat. im leaving, he’d said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. as if it were easy, and quick, and severed ; she casts a quick glance around — at the kittypets that had been run from camp, at her family, at the elder warriors that bristle but say little in midst of spoken approval. bayingkit, of course, takes the moment to make her growling voice known once again, ” what? “ ive been trying, for moons. he says. the child snorts derisively.

something deep, dark toils inside her at the look of him ; big, strong, fleeing. abandonment. betrayal. jealousy. im leaving, he’d said, while her mad cousin still cooled beneath the dirt her late grandmother had fought for, ” oh - kay, coward. “ she sneers, taking a forward step away from her mother with her teeth bared and ears twinged to either side of her tucked forehead. it was the first time she’d been able to use this word ; spoken so casually under skyclaw’s rule, she tests it herself and finds . . its fun to say. come visit, orangepaw says, to which bayingkit gives a little shriek of disapproval and like a child with her first curse word, dark ribboned limbs begin to stomp her frustration into the dirt around her and she says it again. and again. before finally, ” no, no, nnno! don’t ever come here again — ‘less you’re gettin’ us all th’ freshkill you ate back! “ that was what they’d been worried about, right? moochers. the ones that sit, snack on their mice and leave . . and in the beginning absence of evil, one takes off again.

so, did that mean what they said was actually true?

rabbitnose hadn’t been able to leave. not cobwebtail, or little sparrowpaw. not howlingstar, or mousenose, or anyone who’s blood still stains the dirt under her paws. they were all gone, gone away . . and she mirrors their attackers in gut reaction. unlike her clanmates, she does not see anyone brave — she does not see the help, assistance bigfang had given her home well before her birth. if she did, perhaps she still would only see him as a traitor despite the string of babbling words he releases, false - glory. i’ve given everything i had. aggression and confusion turns to a strange rim of tears in dual - toned eyes as she arches her back and bristles a faux - hawk along her spine, popping an ‘ intimidating ‘ step his way and snipping a final, ” g’ on, get! if’n i see you again i’ll . . i’ll cut you all up! “ with unsheathed, thorny claws . . because how could you? how could you? how could you?

☽ ˚ ｡ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐙𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒  𓃥 【 𝑰𝑻𝑺 𝑫𝑨𝑹𝑲 𝑰𝑵 𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬 】

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  a large, unsightly black tabby kitten.
  
  mongrelish, standing all thistlethorn fur and bared teeth, bayingkit would be thought roguesblood if not for the dogtooth crown she uncomfortably bears. a hereditary haunting lies in the shag of ornate black striping and long limbs that do not yet suit her wide, slouching shoulders ; her fathers daughter, laced in dredge and filth moreso than he’d ever been. a constant, incessant need to make herself small forms in hunched spine and weary, whale - eyed suspicion, communicating mostly in rumbling growls.. bayingkit tends to hold herself with a tuck tailed and trembling livewire of feral volatility.
  

  teething, easily frustrated with her lack of vocal skill and highly reactive. prone to biting, swatting and general moodiness it is highly encouraged to correct. powerplay is allowed for disciplinary swipes, scruffing and general redirection.

  
  
  

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[Honeypaw]

〔✦〕Leaving, leaving. Were they leaving again? But they just got home. No, it's just Bigfang. Why's he leaving? Coward. Was he a coward for leaving? Honeykit wanted to go with him. Maybe becoming a kittypet was better than this. No, no - yes? Did that make them a coward too? Bigfang was their blood - not in the familial sense, but the same cowardice and laziness ran through their veins, the same poison Skyclaw and his followers were so vehemently against. Had they been right all along? It all had been about blood. Blood, blood - kittypets had impure blood; blood. . . Howlingstar's blood, Sorrelmist's blood - had it all been for naught?

The golden-furred kitten isn't sure of what to say. Bayingkit continues to speak, her words tearing at Honeykit as if they are directed at them. Kittypet, kittypet, kittypet. It has always been about kittypets, and it would always be. They shrink, trying to become one with the grass. They don't wanna leave, not again, but they feel chased out once more. Help me. It's a silent plea. To whom? I don't know what to do.

A sniffle. "Bye Bigfang," Their tone is gentle, so unlike anything they've ever said before. Another sniffle. Who or what were they crying for? They didn't know Bigfang well, so it couldn't be for him - right? Kittypet. Coward. Moocher.

SAD HELLOS AND MAD HIGH LOWS ( now i know that nobody knows ) //

• ooc. Very hectic and confusing because Honeykit themselves are confused about everything that has transpired!
  
• HONEYKIT —— kit of thunderclan , mentoring/mentored by name . waspchaser x sorrelmist . littermate to none. ✦ penned by nocthymia
  ✦ they/them / 4 moons & ages every 7ᵗʰ
  ✦ single / too young
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— combat details here / battle notes
  
  ✦ "speech", 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
  ✦ biography — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  
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  a longhaired red tabby with low white, vitiligo and dichroic eyes. 1/2 maine coon.

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[braveheart : ̗̀➛]

☀ . ° ✦ Bigfang had been part of his home since he could remember his first moments outside the nursery. Delivered prey to his denmates and queens, told stories of honor and long-winded lessons on the codes the Clans lived by. He had been a pillar of a warrior, as much as any of the older Clanmates the tom looked up too.

It only makes the words from his maw all the more genuine. He had spent, for Braveheart's lifetime, to be a warrior. Skyclaw's usurping must have felt unfairly cruel for a cat that had dedicated each day, each hour, to be smacked down and viewed lesser for something so... inconsequential.

"I'll miss you, Bigfang." The young warrior still looked upon him with admiration, still finding inspiration at how genuine his peer lived. Leafhusk and Nightbird practically give him their blessing, and he hoped it proved that ThunderClan still had love for him, even if he wouldn't be here to feel it much longer.

And not much longer at all through Bayingkit's threats. Confusion swirled around the two kittens present, and he looked to Nightbird for a brief moment, curious what she might say. His gaze doesn't linger for very long at all however. They return to the big tabby, and he took a step closer to give a friendly nudge to his shoulder. "I hope you find what makes you happy out there."

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  BRAVEHEART — HE/HIM ･ 11 MOONS ･ THUNDERCLAN & WARRIOR ･ PENNED BY beatae!

  A Longhaired chocolate tabby with a white locket and deep blue eyes. A large cat who stands tall and proud. His coat is thick with long wispy curls. Severe scars from owl talons stretch across his shoulders and another that starts from his back down his left thigh.

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[Flamestar]

〔✦〕I'm leaving

Bigfang stood beside the camp's exit, causing murmurs to spread like a rippling wave throughout the camp. She had been outside Gentlestorm's den when she first heard him begin to speak, but she limped towards him along with several clanmates. It wasn't much of a shock to her. What was more of a shock was that they hadn't lost more warriors during this. Her clanmates that been born elsewhere had been cast away, treated like exiles, they had been murdered for absolutely no reason, and had been victims of moons upon moons of insults. A frown formed on her maw, but not one of anger...disappointment. Disappointment that this had all happened in the first place. Disappointment that he and the others had to live through that, living in fear that they would be killed for where they came from. She couldn't find it in herself to be mad at him.

"I wish you safe travels. Thank you for all you have done for Thunderclan." Flamewhisker said, dipping her head. Bigfang had been a brave, loyal warrior. They were losing a powerful warrior, but she would not beg him to stay. He had made up his mind, and it would be unfair to try to change it.

The rest of her present clanmates seemed to share similar reactions to the tom's departure, well, all except for one. Her brows knit as Bayingkit begins her uproar, calling him a coward, and threatening to cut him up if he returned. The deputy glanced at Nightbird first, before resting her attention on the raging kit. "Bigfang has contributed a lot to the clan. He will not be treated as an exile, and you will not harm him if you see him again."

even on my weakest days ( I get a little bit stronger ) //

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• FLAMEWHISKER —— deputy of thunderclan , mentoring none . storm x lily . littermate to nala, smokey, and nemo ✦ penned by icey !
  ✦ afab / she/her / 36 moons & ages every 20ᵗʰ
  ✦ widowed / heterosexual / closed to romance
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— difficult in battle
  
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  ✦ tags — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  
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  a longhaired red tabby with low white and green eyes. flamewhisker's fur is a vibrant hue of red, riddled with thick classic tabby markings. her fur is medium in length, and she has a large, feathery tail. her chest, belly, tail tip, and her paws are dipped white. flamewhisker's eyes are a dark, deep shade of green. her shoulder has a large scar on it from a fight with a dog. she also has a shredded ear from a disagreement with a loner during her time alone before joining thunderclan. on particularly cold days, or sometimes before a major weather change, she will walk with a slight limp from her shoulder injury.

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[nightbird]

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ nightbird cannot be truly angry with bayingkit- who has seen so much change in such few moons. still, such a reaction is unbefitting, unwarranted, unacceptable. it sounded like an echo of sentiments by those who spilled the blood of their own clanmates. the queen's jaw tightens as eyes shift her way at the outburst, ears tilting back as she draws to her paws to retrieve her daughter who had slithered out of reach.

and flamewhisker says it much more insightfully, perhaps that was a skill that came with more litters to her name. if that was the case, nightbird hoped she'd never gain it. "shut up." she hisses, sending an apologetic look to bigfang and roughly wrapping a paw around bayingkit's chest to pull her closer. black fur bristles along her spine, and nightbird draws a paw over her daughter to force it flat. kitten teeth and claws didn't fool anyone, even as they snapped ferociously in warning.

there wasn't much point in lingering any longer, it'd be best to take bayingkit and return to the nursery whilst others said their goodbyes. she sweeps her tail around the tabby, ushering her away from the crowd.

BURNING SWORD // ───‎ ⋆ GUIDE MY HAND‎ ‎‎ ‎‎☽

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  NIGHTBIRD ✩ she/her, lead warrior of thunderclan, 36 ☾'s
  ⭃ a small black smoke molly with a white paw and pale silver eyes. currently a queen residing in the nursery.
  ⭃ mate to raccoonstripe / / currently mentoring none.
  ⭃ 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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[bayingkit]

there is an immediate air of disapproval in the wake of her shout. it’s something she feels shift, grow — a palpable negative twist of the air around her that leaves dualtoned eyes flitting back and forth in the brief silence. honeykit says goodbye, quietly, as they have been since their grand return. bayingkit frowns and furrows her brow at them ( they usually spat at her. . she feels weird without it ). slowly, the others begin to wish the parting warrior well and safe travels, crowds and coos around the large tom despite the thickening air of tension and just like that, it is forgotten. like bitten tongues, like things left unsaid, like a front — do what’s best for you, they say, with sad eyes and twinging maws. i hope you find what makes you happy . .

a brim of betrayal still trembles at her chest when she throws bigfang a severe, dualtoned glare as flamewhisker makes her appearance and that was the deputy. she would growl and snap at him for abandoning them. she would say he’s no longer welcome, like all the others. like every rogue and loner and trespasser her ancestors have run off . . that was how a warrior did it.

she does not. she fixes a glance behind bayingkit’s head that — well, goes over her head. then, emerald green finds her and he will not be treated as an exile. you will not hurt him - she does not hear the rest. ” what?! she squawks again mid - sentence, with far more incredulousness than the first . . just as a long, dark shadow falls over her back. a hissed shut up immediately pins black - tipped ears, head whirling around with an instinctive downward crouch as wide eyes find her mothers ( expectedly ) angry snarl. white smudged maw clicks audibly closed, ratty tail snapping to her side as a familiar paw wraps around her tucked - tail rump and pulls her closer. bayingkit stumbles into her mother’s sleek chest, the skin along her thistled back dragging with the force of her smoothing paw and she does not say a word about it . . lest that paw whack her over her tucked head.

her mind reels, brow furrowed and frustration alongside embarrassment prickling her skin . . she was in deep trouble, but how? why? how was she s’posed to not be when everything just kept changing? when her mother’s tail wraps her in a leading embrace, she, for once, does not hesitate to go — crouching and marching at her side like a guilty hound back to the nursery for whatever punishment awaits.

☽ ˚ ｡ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐙𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒  𓃥 【 𝑰𝑻𝑺 𝑫𝑨𝑹𝑲 𝑰𝑵 𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬 】

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  a large, unsightly black tabby kitten.
  
  mongrelish, standing all thistlethorn fur and bared teeth, bayingkit would be thought roguesblood if not for the dogtooth crown she uncomfortably bears. a hereditary haunting lies in the shag of ornate black striping and long limbs that do not yet suit her wide, slouching shoulders ; her fathers daughter, laced in dredge and filth moreso than he’d ever been. a constant, incessant need to make herself small forms in hunched spine and weary, whale - eyed suspicion, communicating mostly in rumbling growls.. bayingkit tends to hold herself with a tuck tailed and trembling livewire of feral volatility.
  

  teething, easily frustrated with her lack of vocal skill and highly reactive. prone to biting, swatting and general moodiness it is highly encouraged to correct. powerplay is allowed for disciplinary swipes, scruffing and general redirection.

  
  
  

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