sensitive topics my reflection wraps ࿐࿔ sunningrocks

[lichenstar]

✦˚.✦˚✦˚✦˚ ✧ ˚✧˚✦˚✦.˚✧

CLAIM THE BURIAL I SEEK IN DREAMS

• The early frost has made impatient scavengers of them all… Summoned and heeded in terse exchange, it had been decided that waiting could no longer be afforded. So the scene becomes set with proper pieces, silhouetted figures lining against the banks, amongst the reeds, preparing for the freezing dive that would obscure them near the shores to pull in unsuspecting interceptors.
  
  Her tail stands as a waving flag against the leaf-fall breeze, eyes as icy as the frost-dusted forest on the other side of the border. The stones are not warm now, without the rays of the sun to bathe them… but they could relish in their victory when hunting what little prey this would grant them.
  
  All they had to do was hope the timing was perfect. If night patrols had departed the camps not that long ago then ThunderClan would surely stumble upon their trespass… and then ShadowClan’s… and then what could they do but scurry like ants to pick which war was worth fighting?
  
  Sliding into the chilly river is like being blanketed in snow, already so sincere in its efforts to freeze them to the bone… but it is a quick suffering, one that goes relieved by striped limbs pulling a pale-furred body onto the other shore. Trespassing on land that had once been theirs to begin with. No one is here yet… and so the leader beckons what few warriors are not keen to wait in the rapids for ambush to come sit upon Sunningrocks… To bask in the familiarity of what would be theirs again.
  
  ”Listen,” she hisses softly, staring at the shivering leaves in the distance that announce the approach of their unlucky seekers. They aren’t prepared for something like this… We have to have the upper paw…
  

FLOWING RIVER CEMETARY ✧

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  THUNDERCLAN: this is now open to attackers! please keep in mind that you cannot both be here AND the shadowclan invasion, as they are happening in tandem.
  RIVERCLAN: any and all healthy warriors and apprentices are welcome to participate, please note that some of you should be hidden in the river itself, per our combat strengths, others will need to cross to join lichenstar on the rocks!
  
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[Flamestar]

〔✦〕The shortening length of daylight was not their friend when it came to patrols. They needed as much time as they could get to spend hunting, to prepare for this early leafbare that had struck without warning. She had hoped that it was just a fluke, and what warmth they had left of Leaffall would return, but such was not the case. Each day continued to grow colder, patrols were coming back with less herbs, less prey. Frost still continued to coat everything in sight, with no signs of any relief coming soon.

As the sunlight disappeared and the thickening moon started glowing brighter, the wind started to chill the air more and more. She grew more thankful the closer they got to the Riverclan border, because that meant they would be returning to camp soon. Even though it was still cold there, it was warmer in their nests than out here in the forest. "Just one more stop and we can go home." the leader trilled, unaware to the dangers that lurked ahead. Had the wind been blowing towards them, it would have carried Riverclan's scent their way...but that was not the case.

Flamestar stopped in her tracks, the fur on her shoulders beginning to bristle. She felt one of her clanates behind her bump into her, but her gaze was firmly locked onto the Riverclan leader that sat on Thunderclan territory. She had warriors with her, but by her icy stare she had a feeling this was not going to be a friendly discussion. "Lichenstar." Her tone was as cool as the wind, and her eyes narrowed suspiciously. Flamestar took a couple paw steps foward, lifting her tail authoritatively. "You are trespassing on Thunderclan territory. You need to leave."

no damsel in distress ( dont need to save me ) //

• ooc.
  @FALLOWBITE @Softsight @SWIFTPAW @MERLINPAW
  
• FLAMESTAR —— leader of thunderclan , mentoring merlinpaw . storm x lily . littermate to nala, smokey, and nemo ✦ penned by icey !
  ✦ afab / she/her / 38 moons & ages every 20ᵗʰ
  ✦ widowed / heterosexual / closed to romance
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— difficult in battle, will start & finish fights
  ★★★★★★★★★
  
  ✦ “speech”, 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
  ✦ 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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[Snakeblink]

MAYBE I'D BE A SAINT IF I WEREN'T ————————————​

The darkness of night has only just begun to fade when they start moving. Dawn will come soon, but not yet; for now, Snakeblink’s clanmates are dark shapes in the darker river, silently paddling towards ThunderClan’s shore. He is right there with them, another whisper through the water, swimming swiftly to bring some heat to his body as the early cold (certainly earlier than his leafbare coat) sinks into his bones. It burns some of his restlessness as well, though not much: his eyes dart around, straining to catch a glimpse of movement in the barely-there hint of morning light, and his ears swivel at every splash.

He hates fighting--but if it must happen, he is glad that it happens near the river, without warning. They could use all the advantages they can get.

Initially, he does not follow Lichenstar up onto Sunningrock. He is stronger in the water, shoulder pressed against the familiar stone, soon to be theirs once more. Instead he watches the proud profile of their leader as they wait for ThunderClan to find them, pale fur ghostly in the dim light. Rarely has their council been so in favor of a leader’s offensive--but he supposes the clan has always seen the loss of Sunningrock as an injury to their pride. And Lichenstar is…

Well, Snakeblink is biased: he loves her as his dearest friend. But Lichenstar is a good leader, and RiverClan follows them with steadier paws than they did Cicadastar. Perhaps Smokestar could have been the same, had he lived long enough for it--he would surely have enjoyed this battle plan, at least.

The bushes part in the way of a ThunderClan patrol and Snakeblink’s focus narrows on their approach, heart speeding up in his chest. Flamestar… His shoulder aches, where the molly has once sunk her claws. She orders them to leave, ever sure of her position, of her clan’s right to Sunningrock, as Lichenstar sits before her.

Snakeblink is at his safest in the river--and so there he stays. But his poison green eyes are set on the burning pelt of the ThunderClan leader, and his muscles are tense with potential movement: at the first sign of hostility, from either side, he will be out like a shot to try and pull ThunderClanners into the water.​

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  — Snakeblink • he / him. 57 ☾, 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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[iciclefang]

"Remain in the water until Lichenstar gives the signal," she'd hissed into her daughter's ear before they'd left camp. She, sleek and well-muscled beneath her tortoiseshell pelt, slips away from Snakeblink and onto the Sunningrocks beside Lichenstar. Frigid water beads from her fur, though she relishes the cold. It tempers the fire that's begun to burn inside her, the excitement at grappling with foes once more, the rush of winning back territory her Clan needed to survive the early leafbare.

Lichenstar is stiff, poised. Iciclefang situates herself right behind her and to her left, her blue eyes burning as Flamestar herself leads a patrol out of the undergrowth. The ThunderClan leader's face registers the scene with surprise, then anger. "Lichenstar. You are trespassing on ThunderClan territory. You need to leave."

Iciclefang smiles coolly. "ThunderClan's territory, Flamestar?" She does not move a muscle. "I think you are mistaken."

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• ooc: mentioning @Pinepaw ⭒
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• Iciclekit . Iciclepaw . Iciclefang, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 29 moons old, ages realistically on the 17th.
  — mentored by Smokestar ; mentoring Pinepaw ; previously mentored Cicadaflight
  — riverclan lead warrior. mudpelt x icesparkle, gen 2.
  — former mate to Stormywing ; current mate to no one.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  sh tortoiseshell and white she-cat with ice-blue eyes. confident, capable, proud, dry, conceited, condescending, distrustful.
  
  

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[TURTLEDOVE]

Turtledove crouched in the river, feeling its ever gentle pull at her pelt. She is a full grown titan. A testament to RiverClan's stereotypical large stature. The river, hiding her well despite the chill it carried, had provided her life and food to help her grow. She was thirsty to show her appreciation to it by spilling blood into its currents. A dam had broke in her chest when Lichenstar had proclaimed that they would take back Sunningrocks. This is what her training had prepared her for. All of Snakeblink's training had led to this moment. She eyed her mentor upstream, his dark brown pelt like a riverstone cutting the current.

Turtledove was not a zealot by any means, but in this moment before hell broke loose, she sent a prayer to her parents in StarClan. This is what their sacrifices were for. They died so she could use her strength for their clan.

A quiet hiss left her as ThunderClanners (with Flamestar no less) broke through the underbrush into the clearing. Only the spotted she-cat's eyes and ear were above the waterline. She took slow, even breaths to calm her excitement. She could almost taste coppery blood on her tongue. She craved it at this point. She knew this would be her destiny. She knew she was going to go down in legend as RiverClan's greatest warrior. This would be her first trial.

Her heart pounded in her chest and blood roared in her ears. Or was it the river rushing past? She could not tell anymore. She couldn't even hear what the ThunderClan patrol was saying to Lichenstar. She assumed nothing important. When would they stop chattering and let the fight begin?

✧ ✧ YOU COULD LET IT ALL GO

• ooc: waiting in the water until the fight begins :)
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• — large stocky silver charcoal tabby she-cat with short tail and green eyes
  — 13 moons old; ages the 1st every month
  — bisexual(?) ; currently not looking
  — child of Pondstep and Shadoweye
  — riverclan ; loyal to lichenstar
  — easy to befriend ; trusts easily with a kind word
  — "speech", thoughts, attacking
  — peaceful powerplay allowed and encouraged!

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[FOXTAIL]

Foxtail lurks in the cold river, staying still and quiet. It won't be much longer, until a ThunderClan patrol accidentally stumbles upon them. The breeze is on their side today and blows against them, concealing their scents from any suspecting ThunderClanners. His ears twitch at the sound of paw steps, and ThunderClan's flamed pelted leader lurks into view.... a small patrol behind her. He watches as Flamestar takes a step forward, and the words that leave her maw reach his ears. He keeps his mouth shut, he knows better to not give away his position, but he hears Icicilefang's voice mew coolly back... as his fellow lead warrior stands besides Lichenstar. "ThunderClan's territory, Flamestar? I think you are mistaken."

There's no going back now, The nervous lead warrior tells himself, as he feels his heart racing in his chest. We.... We must do this for our survival. It wasn't a new fact that the tom loathed the battlefield— it traces all the way back to his mentor... who lacked empathy.... patience.... and understanding (to name a few). Most apprentices would've became power hungry for battle with a mentor like his, but the skittish tom was shaken to his core. His mind worries about getting injured, or worse, and he doesn't feel the excitement about digging his claw's into enemy flesh. Some might wonder why he even shows on the battlefield, but it's his duty as a RiverClanner.

So, the tom waits with a pounding heart. It's still and quiet, but the air is filled with tension— as he, and others, await for a battle cry from Flamestar.​

𝐨𝐨𝐜 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭

• lurking in the water before battle!
  
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  credit to raphaelion (via da) for the artwork <3
  
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  lead warrior
  25 moons
  warmhearted
  timid
  experience: trained
  backstory: [HYPERLINK]
  biography: [HYPERLINK]
  credit to trops for the chibi <3
  

  cisgender male [he / him]
  eyes: green
  pelt: cinnamon/chocolate
  fur length: long
  parents: dawnflower and redfur (riverclan npcs)
  

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[PIKESPLASH]

The silver tom is beside Snakeblink, like the warrior beside him, fighting is something he dreads. Pikesplash is not known as the fiercest warrior. He is known as a weakling, a coward, and a traitor. There were things he can't take back and if asked he would say without a doubt he would break the code once more. It is because he broke the code that his daughter is alive and decided to stay within Riverclan. Lichenstar along with his clanmates have a fierce warrior, even more fierce than he could ever be because of his decision. It cost him the trust his leader had in him, not as a clanmate, but as a dear friend.

He dares not meet eyes with her. She had made the line between them clear. As much as he regards her as someone precious to him, it is one sided. It doesn't stop him from wondering. What do you think of me now? After all, she knew him. While their friendship was tarnished, the history between them wasn't. He was Pikesplash. A tom who struggled to fight, so why was he here? Did he have a death wish? No, that was not it.

It was simple. He wanted to show Lichenstar that he could be trusted. That as flawed as he was, he still loved Riverclan with all his heart. Riverclan was where his loyalties lay and he will fight for it. Though a small part of him hopes to rekindle their friendship by this, he knows it's nothing more than wishful thinking. Don't get your hopes up. We aren't here for our friend. I am fighting for Lichenstar, my leader. For Riverclan.

And so he waits, his heart steady for once in his life as Flamestar glares at them and while Iciclefang answers coolly.​

 

[lichenstar]

✦˚.✦˚✦˚✦˚ ✧ ˚✧˚✦˚✦.˚✧

CLAIM THE BURIAL I SEEK IN DREAMS FLOWING RIVER CEMETARY ✧

• Fire licks at the foliage, burning the leaves where it touches and the ground it treads. Flames are something selfish... aren't they? Consuming and devouring all in a violent protest to keep itself alive so it may spread and burn further? Not unlike the entitled greed that Flamestar wields now... threatening her about ThunderClan territory. The audacity to lecture her on the cost of trespass. Iciclefang is at her side, a coy chiding offered to their enemy that even the RiverClan leader doesn't begrudge. She was right.
  
  When had this ever rightfully belonged to the forest dwellers?
  
  "It's odd..." she says, tilting her head as if truly confused- mocking. "I seem to recall... Sunningrocks belonging... to RiverClan..." It had been determined as such upon the foundation of the clan.. and she would not be spurned for reclaiming what was stolen. Her eyes thin, a daring smile spread across her gaunt features, "I think we've... allowed you... to borrow it... for long enough."
  
  Her tail sweeps the rocks by her feet, muscles tensed in preparation for the certain outcry that would come from her declaration. The gauntlet lay thrown between them; the river siren would not leave these stones peacefully. A tattered ear twitches, knowing her ranks to vastly outnumber this tiny patrol... all Flamestar had to do was lunge and she'd soon realized just how woefully unprepared she was. "I'll only... say it once...."
  
  "RiverClan owns.... Sunningrocks."
  
  Accept it... or bleed trying to deny it.
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[Flamestar]

〔✦〕Lichenstar does not speak first, instead, one of her council members is the first to talk. Green eyes shift to Iciclefang. Looking at her now, it was impossible to imagine that at one point she had been forced to trust the molly. She hadn't trusted her for long, not after she had taken all of her warriors back right away on the journey. Whatever kinship she had with some of the other journey cats, she hadn't ever held towards the Riverclanners. ThunderClan's territory, Flamestar? I think you are mistaken. They were here to take Sunningrocks. The leader's tail lashed behind her, and her gaze whipped to the Leader in front of her. Her eyes burned as hot as the pelt she was named after.

I shouldn't have allowed Moonbeam's training to continue. I knew Howlingstar was making a mistake...I tried to uphold her wishes, and look where it has gotten us. Her upper lip lifted as a snarl started to form, and she slid her claws out. There weren't many Riverclanners here, they could take them on. "I think all that time you spend swimming in cold water has gotten to your head, Lichenstar." She began slowly, lifting her muzzle to look down at the other leader. "I do believe we just finished your Medicine Cat's training for you, or have you forgotten?" She tilted her head, her voice laced with mockery as she finished her sentence.

There was no way out of this. Thunderclan could not afford to lose Sunningrocks, not with leafbare breathing down their necks. Their hunting patrols were already hardly successful, their prey already hiding deep in their burrows. "But since you need a reminder....attack! Merlinpaw, alert Roeflame, get reinforcements!" She didn't look back to see her apprentice obeyed or not. Instead, she leaped towards the Riverclan leader with outstretched claws, attempting to grab ahold and bite her wherever she could.

no damsel in distress ( dont need to save me ) //

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  attacking @lichenstar
  this is not open to all Thunderclanners yet :)
  
• FLAMESTAR —— leader of thunderclan , mentoring merlinpaw . storm x lily . littermate to nala, smokey, and nemo ✦ penned by icey !
  ✦ afab / she/her / 38 moons & ages every 20ᵗʰ
  ✦ widowed / heterosexual / closed to romance
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— difficult in battle, will start & finish fights
  ★★★★★★★★★
  
  ✦ “speech”, 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
  ✦ 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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[MERLINPAW]

Just one more stop and then we can go home. Flamestar's words echoed in Merlinpaw's head as she dutifully tailed after her mentor. Days grew shorter and shorter, like they curled inwards and left only the glowering moon to tell its tale. Dull golden eyes stared upwards at the light, which had only seemed to grow in its consternation. It was surely an omen that something would go wrong, and that misfortune lay itself at the feet of Thunderclan's patrol. Flamestar's words echod even after the frigid glow of Riverclan eyes settled uncomfortably on Merlinpaw's shoulders, like cold flames aimed to disintegrate through her ragged pelt, and thawed through her fearfully-wired posture. They waited in the water, deadly predators of the nightly realm, traversing through the tar-laden paths that none other dared to brave. Is something happening? Swimming eyes focused on the ember-coated leader, though she did not return her apprentice's attention. Leaden tension presented itself between the taut words exchanged between the two leaders, like entropy that bobbed between opposing sides. Though Merlin did not unsheathe her claws from their velvet holds, she did keep them close against the air, and waited for any cue. Hummingbird heart thrummed within her chest, as though attempting to roll out of her hollow cavities, and spill onto the ground just to relieve the worry that built up in her own body. In an instant, the livewire snapped. Flurries of claws and breaths pierced through what little silence had been afforded, as though the bedlam woke even the world, and shook through the rivers and the trees alike. Caterwauls scrawled in hunger, at the termina of their notes, though Merlinpaw hardly knew the difference between starvation and bloodlust.

At Flamestar's behest, the dilute sepia molly scrambled away from the madness and back to Thunderclan camp. She ducked past flying limbs and gnashing teeth and spilling blood, only running where frantic paws would take her.

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[BEEFANG]

࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ — Beefang could feel her claws itching at the thought of reclaiming Sunningrocks for Riverclan after the forest dwellers had taken the piece of territory away from her clan and she can recall as a small apprentice that she would glance wistfully in the direction of the stones knowing that one day they'd be hers once more. Her tattered ear flicks to the side as she slips into the chilly river along with the rest of her clanmates already feeling eager in spilling Thunderclan blood today and she didn't need to worry about Moonbeam's training being at risk anymore, its as if the stars themselves smiled down at Riverclan for this choice itself and it causes her to feel lightheaded in the best way possible. Some of her clanmates decide to stay within the river for an advantage but Beefang wants to be on the front lines and body slam the first Thunderclanner that dares to bolt in her direction, she slips out from the water with ease as her dampened curls cling to her large, muscular form.

Flamestar has the nerve to mention how Thunderclan's healer had helped complete Moonbeam's training and the black smoke slips onto the rocks with such excitement, the feeling of the smooth and cool stone that touch the pads of her paws, and her lone eye snaps in the direction of the red tabby with a scoff. "Yes, you did and in turn, we allowed you Sunningrocks longer than we would've liked." The daughter of Smokestar and Cicadastar rumbles with light amusement in her voice only to spare a glance at Lichenstar as she stands beside Iciclefang, her claws slip out with ease waiting for her leader to give the word and Beefang would launch herself at any of the oak huggers within a second. This fight would be for Riverclan and they would thrive this leaf-bare even if it meant spilling blood and gaining new battle scars to show loss or victory.

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

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

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[otterbite]

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- His kin lurk beneath the waters. Claws sharpened and prepared to fight for a luxury he has never known. Sunningrocks was a folktale to his nurserymates, storied for its gleaming warmth and fishing opportunity. Parades for it's supplemental leisure at the end of a good hunt, rewarded by the embrace of it's heated surface to lull into a brief nap before the return home.

It was RiverClan's first. Stolen under the pretense of owed favors when RiverClan was enduring struggle of it's own. A matriarch crusading as a kind and fair leader, occupying land she had no tact or skill to use properly. And it had been proven right- when ever did they appear to Sunningrocks for anything but laziness or brief patrol? These lands could be the difference between his children and mate being fed another day or starvation. Otterbite wasn't a fan of these slim odds without it.

He isn't near his father or Snakeblink quite yet. Still unmatched in his youth, he is hidden a few paces away with his eyes hovering above the surface while the misty dawn provided the other half of his camouflage. Just another unsuspecting shadow cast across the waters.

Lichenstar and Flamestar exchange wits before the fiery pelted leader shrills for more defense, launching for the pointed molly sat on her poached prize but still Otterbite does not move. Lichenstar had lives she was willing to spare for this moment, he would fend them off from being overwhelmed instead.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── IM OUT OF CONTROL ⋅❁⋅ OH, HOW I BURN FOR YOU ──┐‎

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  OTTERBITE ✩ he/him, warrior of riverclan, seventeen moons.
  ⭃ scruffy blue/black chimera with a white tail-tip and green eyes. noticeable kinked whiskers
  ⭃ adopted son to pikesplash // former 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 beatae ↛ gonkpilled on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[braveheart : ̗̀➛]

☀ . ° ✦ His paws thunder against the hardened soil in a thrumming drum, his Clans namesake all he can hear roaring in his ears. The trail to sunningrocks is ingrained in his mind, he could follow it with his eyes closed. To think that RiverClan would take advantage of the night to place themselves as rightful owners, when most their ranks were already bedded down for the night.

"Flamestar!" He gasped to see Merlinpaw's claims true. The bodies of RiverClanners standing tall and ready, claws glinting in moonlight. There weren't many he could see right away of course. With these reinforcements the battle should be quickly won if these were all the warriors Lichenstar had to expend.

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ooc Information

• ooc: —
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  BRAVEHEART — HE/HIM ･ 13 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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[RACCOONSTRIPE]

Merlinpaw's haunting cry rings in his ears. Braveheart is just ahead of him, and he's sure Roeflame and the rest of their warriors are not far behind him, but the urgency sizzles under his pelt like electricity.

By the time Raccoonstripe has raced his way through the undergrowth to Sunningrocks, Flamestar has already leapt for Lichenstar. He sees only two RiverClan warriors — there is a sleek tortoiseshell and a scarred black she-cat. The dark tabby's eyes burn with rage — and he locks his blackened gaze onto the one-eyed she-cat who spits taunts just behind her leader. He recognizes her as the warrior who'd just been promoted to RiverClan's council, but it doesn't matter who she is. She is a RiverClanner; she is an enemy, and she will feel his wrath.

Raccoonstripe leaps toward the dark-pelted lead warrior, aiming to use his bulk to knock her onto her back. He will attempt to draw his claws over her muzzle regardless of whether she falls. "Fish-eating scum! Get off our territory before I flay the fur from you!"

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

• ooc: attacking @BEEFANG :)
• 
• Raccoon . Raccoonstripe, he/him w/ masculine terms.
  — "speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 47 moons old, ages realistically on the 5th.
  — mentored by n/a ; mentoring Scarletpaw ; previously mentored Wildheart, Moonwhisper
  — thunderclan lead warrior. gray wolf x howlingstar, gen 2.
  — currently mated to Nightbird.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh black tabby with white and dark brown eyes. charismatic, charming, calculating, ambitious, shallow, manipulative.
  
  

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[salmonshade]

Where Lichenstar leads the charge, Salmonshade is not too far behind, dead dipped low as they encroach upon what used to be theirs. Whereas Lichenstar, Beefang and Iciclefang make their way to the rocks, Salmonshade stays back in the shallows, low to the pebble-beach, the chilled current dragging at her pelt. Shes briefly aware of her apprentice, somewhere, probably, but between the building adrenaline and rushing of blood in her ears, she does not have much time nor thought to stop and speak words of encouragement.

Flamestar finds them, demanding they leave and Lichenstar fires back, something that sends a loving bolt of pride through her chest, too much like a piercing arrow. The feeling ebbs just as quick. Cocky as they always have been, Thunderclan makes a comment about Moonbeam of all cats, of finishing her training; this means little to her, an obligation between Medicine Cats and not petty leaders. When Flamestar launches herself at Lichenstar, it takes the tensing of each muscle in her body not to move from her spot, rigid where the water ebbs and flows around her. It takes everything in her power not to launch from her position like a rabid dog, her heart thundering within her ears as pin-pricked pupils stare straight through the fire-pelted leader. She'll be fine. Salmon has to remind herself of this over and over, trying to balance her breathing. Raccoonstripe, a former... friend, leaps towards Beefang. The fight slowly begins... And the stage is set.

She does not move yet. She lies in wait, claws unsheathed and half-concealed in the river, ready to bound out at the slightest hint of hesitation in a Thunderclanner. She'll wait until the time is right, until Lichenstar needs her or otherwise, and then she'll bury her claws in to what is rightfully Riverclans.

𝖠 𝖬𝖨𝖫𝖫𝖨𝖮𝖭 𝖬𝖨𝖫𝖤𝖲 𝖥𝖱𝖮𝖬 𝖧𝖮𝖬𝖤, 𝖨𝖬 𝖶𝖠𝖫𝖪𝖨𝖭𝖦 𝖠𝖶𝖠𝖸 ଳ⋆｡ 𝖨𝖬 𝖥𝖱𝖮𝖹𝖤𝖭 𝖳𝖮 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖡𝖮𝖭𝖤𝖲

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  ❥ salmonshade ʚ♡ɞ salmon
  ❥ cis female ʚ♡ɞ she/her ʚ♡ɞ 45 months
  ❥ riverclan warrior ʚ♡ɞ mentoring horizonpaw
  ❥ chocolate tortie smoke with blue eyes ʚ♡ɞ tall & regal
  ❥ "speech, fd9367" ʚ♡ɞ thoughts
  ❥ taken ʚ♡ɞ lesbian
  ❥ smells like freshly cut grass & rain ʚ♡ɞ echoes of greenleaf
  ❥ penned by chuff

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[roaringsun]

〔✦〕His paws weight heavily as he runs through the forest, each step feels like thunder rumbling ( memories of the uprising flash in his head for a moment, but they're quickly shoved aside ). His ears pin to his head when the hisses and howls of battle become louder and louder, until he finally reaches Sunningrocks completely out of breath. But he has no time to waste, the adrenaline rushing through his veins. He can also feel rage surging through him like fire. Why were they doing this?

“This is the thanks we get after we trained their medicine cat?!” How could they be so cruel? Gentlestorm had taught Moonbeam because he wanted to. He could've turned her away and leave RiverClan without a fully trained healer. And now here they were, trying to take what was ThunderClan's? Roaringsun saw the mockery in their gazes and the taunts their words carried.

His pelt bristled and lips curled into a snarl. When the reinforcements came, they wouldn't stand a chance. Seeking Softsight in the crowd, he lets out a breath of relief when he sees shes yet unharmed. The flame-sepia begins to pad towards her in hopes of being there in case some Riverclanner lunged at her.

I took a little journey to the unknown ( Ive come back changed, I can feel it in my bones ) //

• ooc. @TURTLEDOVE
  
• ROARINGSUN —— warrior of thunderclan , mentor to none . npc x npc . littermate to npcs ✦ penned by nocthymia
  ✦ male / he/him / 13 moons & ages every 14ᵗʰ
  ✦ single / orientation & poly or mono / open/closed to romance
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— combat details here / battle notes
  
  ✦ “speech”, 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
  ✦ tags — msg on discord (hypmic) for plots — toyhouse
  
• reference image here
  

  a longhaired flame sepia with low white and amber-brown eyes.

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[LAKEMOON]

.·:*¨༺ ☾ ༻¨*:·. The cold sun feels electric against the tabby warriors back as Lakemoon lays in wait near Iciclefang and Snakeblink atop the rocks, Graypaw standing somewhere below. It had been an order; though he wasn’t to stray far until the battle started, and then Lakemoon expected him to make RiverClan proud. Though, the last part went unspoken.

Words are coy and just for show, they always were. Flamestar wouldn’t be giving up what rightfully belonged to RiverClan so easily. Last time her paws had graced the sun-kissed boulders, Lilybloom had lost her eye fighting for them. They wouldn’t be losing this time.

Lakemoon remains silent through the back-and-forth, her chin tilting forward as azure hues scan the ThunderClan warriors present. Flamestar orders her attack and her call for reinforcements in the same breath, and Lakemoon is lurching to her paws. When the two leaders collide, the battle has officially begun.

Flamestars backup is fast, but not fast enough- not strong enough. From the small patrol that still stood uselessly, Lakemoon would launch herself towards a shaggy-furred tabby, aiming to bring an unsheathed forepaw across the enemy warriors cheek. Snarling, “Sunningrocks belongs to RiverClan!”

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── SMELLING LIKE A BONFIRE ⋅ ࿏ ⋅ LOST IN A HAZE ──┐‎

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  apprentice tag — @Graypaw
  attacking @FALLOWBITE , closed for further interaction :)
  
  

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  LAKEMOON ☾ she/her, warrior of riverclan, 33 moons.
  ⭃ lanky blue tabby with low white and navy blue eyes and a slightly twisted right hind leg. A large facial scar stretches from her right brow to her left cheek, and another crosses at her chest and stretches down the length of her stomach.
  ⭃ mate to Lilybloom ࿏ mentoring Graypaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[Softsight]

The dwindling light sets up a pretty night sky, but Softsight isn't keen to dwell on such frivolous sights at the moment. She's cold, and the patrol she's been on with her apprenitce, Fallowbite, Merlinpaw, and Flamestar hasn't been too fortunate when it comes to finding prey - she suppresses the hunger pains of her belly and keeps on, hoping to find something to take back for the elders before they start the trek back to camp. Perhaps they might have found a mouse or two, but it'll never be known, as Softsight comes to a halt beside Flamestar at the sight of Lichenstar at Sunningrocks.

Softsight watches the RiverClan leader carefully at first, as Flamestar speaks, but then her attention drifts and she catches sight of cats' bodies lurking at the river's edge, as if lying in wait, and she frowns. It's nearly Leafbare - practically into it itself, with the way the weather has been changing lately - so surely RiverClan wouldn't be trying to waste precious lifeblood on a battle that's not worth fighting. But she proves to be wrong, as Lichenstar reinforces her claim on the piece of land, and Flamestar yowls the attacking command as Merlinpaw scurries off for reinforcements.

Lips pulling back into a snarl as the RiverClanners advance, Softsight finds herself face-to-face with one of the fish-breathed scoundrels, ears laid flat against her skull as she growls at the enemy. She'd fought before, this wasn't new - but it was her first time going up against someone from another Clan, and it wasn't the ideal scenario. If only all things could be settled with words, but the RiverClanners didn't seem to agree.

"I'll let you go easy if you leave now." She snarled, not looking away from the enemy as she heard more paws plunge into the fray - Raccoonstripe, leading a patrol of reinforcements. Good. Softsight had a feeling that they were going to need as many paws on board as they could manage.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎OOC ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎ .ᐟ.ᐟ INFO ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

• ! open for interaction!
  

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• SOFTSIGHT ✩ warrior of thunderclan, fourteen moons
  → peaceful and healing powerplay permitted.
  → penned by Archivist → .archivist on discord.
  

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[BEEFANG]

࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ — It isn't long until the reinforcements come in but Beefang doesn't stop the toothy grin from forming on her maw knowing that Riverclan would succeed and gain their rightful territory that had been stolen by Thunderclan. It takes everything for her not to laugh at the sight of Thunderclan warriors and her hackles raise when a black tabby lunges towards her only to knock her down onto the hard surface of the rocks and her eye narrows into a dangerous slit, a growl leaving her as claws score her muzzle. "Such big talk... Oh, ouch, my feelings." The lead warrior sneers only for her lips to peel back into a silent snarl and without a moment of hesitation with her claws unsheathed, the black smoke begins to kick and claw at Raccoonstripe's belly to reopen old wounds that had been given from Skyclan and with a snowy dipped paw, she attempts a harsh swipe towards the other lead warrior's face. If either of her attacks land, Beefang rips herself away from her opponent with her pelt bristling as beads of scarlet drips from her muzzle and her tongue swipes across her lips ignoring the way that it stung.

She throws herself back into the black tabby with her claws outstretched and slashing forth in an attempt to tear through fur and flesh not caring if she suffered wounds of her own for how close she is. Each heavy swipe striking at whatever she could reach and she wouldn't stop her onslaught towards the Thunderclanner before she attempts to snap her jaws onto the back of his neck trying to drag him onto the ground so that she could overpower him but its easier said than done. If teeth had latched onto flesh, Beefang would snarl through his fur "You could've given in." A pause as a loud growl rumbles from within her throat, "Now, you'll die." The words are silent yet filled with venom as she twists slightly to claw his shoulders with her claws.

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

• ooc — attacking @RACCOONSTRIPE , closed to interactions :]

• 

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

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[FOXTAIL]

Flamestar's battle cry, and a call for reinforcements, reaches his ears. He briefly watches the flame-pelted leader lunge for their own, but he tears his gaze away as the two leaders collide. He surges out of the river along with his clanmates, water dripping from his thick pelt. His claws unsheathe against the rocks, that will soon belong to them, and he tries to contain his pelt as cats nearby hiss and lunge at each other. Stay calm. Stay calm- The nervous lead warrior tries to think, but his thoughts run short as his gaze falls onto a younger ThunderClanner.

"I'll let you go easy if you leave now."

Could she sense that he isn't as courageous as his nearby clanmates? The lead warrior's ears pin to the back of his cranium, and his fur bristles... in an attempt to conceal his trembling limbs. "...I'm n-not going anywhere," Foxtail hisses out, "the sunningrocks b-belong to R-RiverClan!" Make a move already! Before she does! His mind roars, and the tom's lip curls into a snarl, and his olive green eyes do not leave Softsight's gaze. Foxtail launches himself towards the young ThunderClan warrior, aiming to strike the warrior on the face with his claws. "S-Still want to go e-easy on me?" He spat with a lash of his tail. ​

𝐨𝐨𝐜 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭

• attacking @Softsight
  oops please pretend this is after lichenstar's announcement, my bad!
  
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  credit to raphaelion (via da) for the artwork <3
  
• Foxtail

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  lead warrior
  25 moons
  warmhearted
  timid
  experience: trained
  backstory: [HYPERLINK]
  biography: [HYPERLINK]
  credit to trops for the chibi <3
  

  cisgender male [he / him]
  eyes: green
  pelt: cinnamon/chocolate
  fur length: long
  parents: dawnflower and redfur (riverclan npcs)
  

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