sensitive topics my reflection wraps ࿐࿔ sunningrocks

[Snakeblink]

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

The river rushes past Snakeblink’s ears with the echoes of battle: yowls muffled by the water, pained throes bursting into clouds of silvery bubbles under the surface and choked gasps caught when he emerges. He slips through the fight with gritted teeth and keen eyes -- searching for allies in need of assistance, an enemy his own size, fighting more the urge to climb sunningrock and throw his weight behind Lichenstar than any ThunderClan warrior.

A flash of silver catches his eyes. Large build, numerous scars; ThunderClan reinforcements, and a mighty warrior, he thinks. Standing close enough to the edge that he could--

Snakeblink is not usually one to start a fight, but he lives for RiverClan first and foremost: he will not stand aside through a whole battle when he could help, in some small way, and keep the fire of a ThunderClan warrior off his clanmates’ back, off Lichenstar’s back.

(He does not see the flash of blood spraying from their throat -- probably for the best)

In the chaos, it’s easy to swim discreetly towards the shore. His paws skim the silty ground, pushing him forward until he’s closer, close enough to throw himself out of the water, teeth bared, and sink his claws into the ThunderClan cat’s backside. Close enough for passing familiarity with the color of that coat to coalesce into recognition: Gentlestorm, who he has always steered clear of. Gentlestorm, the medicine cat. The realization comes too late for him to sheathe his claws, or stop his controlled fall back into the water, raking his claws down the cat’s back in an attempt to pull him along. ​

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ooc. information.

• attacking @GENTLESTORM
  
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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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[GENTLESTORM]

༄.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — His earthy toned eyes snap over in the direction of Lichenstar and Flamestar, the sight of crimson leaving their bodies cause his stomach to churn uncomfortably but he knows that the red tabby could hold her own. The fur along his neck prickles upwards seeing the dangerous slash to the blue point's throat and he isn't able to see the rest of it when he suddenly feels the weight of another cat on his back and claws try to embed themselves into his flesh, it's enough to get a reaction out of the old tom as his pupils narrow. There's a wild look in the once docile healer's eyes and he can feel Snakeblink trying to drag him into the waters to drown him, a wolfish snarl leaves his jaws and it's then when he twists around rolling over swiftly in an attempt to crush the lead warrior underneath his weight, steal his breath away, and so that he collides with the earth to stun him.

If he manages this, the silver tom removes himself from the other before attempting to latch his teeth into the others shoulder or throat wherever his powerful jaws land first only to start violently shaking his head to thrash at flesh and fur. He doesn't stop until the taste of copper falls onto his tongue and it makes him feel nauseated at first only for satisfaction to creep through. He may be a medicine cat but he will be a warrior first in every lifetime. Gentlestorm tears himself away to avoid any damage to his eyes and to see whatever damage he had caused the Riverclanner, his snout wrinkled into a snarl only for his tongue to slip to clean some of the blood off from his jaws. His eyes glance to the river then back to this snake and a huff slips out from his throat, he takes a step forward.

"You idiot..." He growls lowly with ears pressed flat against his helm knowing that if they kept battling with their river dwelling neighbor, they'd surely win and it would stomp out any other bold attempts to take Sunningrocks again. It's a risky attempt but with heavy paws, Gentlestorm attempts to roughly swat the other into the shallow water and tries to strike him down once more so that his head falls beneath the water where he tries to hold the tom down to drown him but by doing this, the former warrior risks getting dragged into the water as well...

MORNING & EVENING, I FELT LIKE I WAS GRIEVING ᨒᨒᨒ UNTIL I SAID FUCK YOU

• ooc — fighting @Snakeblink ; closed to interactions

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  MEDICINE CAT KNOWLEDGE;
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ FLESH WOUNDS
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧ INFECTIONS
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧ ACHES & PAINS
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧ ILLNESS
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧ BREATHING ISSUES
  — ✦✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ TRAVELING HERBS
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧ BROKEN BONES
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ KITTING
  — ✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧ POISONS
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  ✦ a longhaired blue sepia tom w/low white and copper eyes, several scars cover his body from previous fights that he somehow survived
  ✦ gentlestorm is rarely ever a warm individual and friendly to those who he meets, he proceeds with more caution and he's less likely to trust any strangers that come from outside of thunderclan. he tends to be jumpy if suddenly approached or flinches away from swift movement with his claws unsheathed when it occurs, he apologizes for it. his kindness reserved only for those closest to him otherwise anyone else can expect the cold shoulder from the old tom
  ✦ 60 moons old; ages the 27th every month
  ✦ widowed mate of little wolf ; currently interested in no one
  ✦ semi-difficult to befriend/interact with ; quick to strike/attack first if he feels threatened ; peaceful powerplay allowed but proceed with caution
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, attacking

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[Snakeblink]

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

Gentlestorm used to be a warrior--

Didn’t he?

It’s the last thought that crosses Snakeblink’s mind without the burden of fear blurring its edges. All the others are chased from his mind as surely as his breath is as the massive tom crashes on top of him, making his bones creak with the weight of his body. It’s brief -- Snakeblink gasps in the brief moment between being pinned and feeling teeth sink into the junction between neck and leg, his body rumbling with the other’s snarl as he’s shaken like a dog toy until his flesh tears. His own voice rises sharply in a pained yowl, lean body twisting like an eel in Gentlestorm’s grasp and he tries to dig his back paws into the other’s stomach, claws seeking any hold into his body.

He doesn’t free himself: it’s Gentlestorm that lets him go, and he drops heavily onto the muddy ground as the medicine cat wrenches away with a savage look on his grizzled face. Snakeblink heaves a rattling breath, eyes wide with panicked calculations. He got himself into this situation; he must find a way out of it. He refuses to die upon Sunningrock.

The growled insult is drowned out by the blood rushing in his ears. He tries to pull himself away, wounded paw numb but himself too feverish with battle to feel the pain as more than a deep weakness of his muscles and a banked fire in his blood; he finds unexpected help in the rough shove that sends him rolling into the welcoming embrace of the river.

Deeply-ingrained instincts have him filling his lungs with much-needed air before Gentlestorm’s weight pushes him under. The cold shock of the water kicks him out of blind panic. If he doesn’t fight back, he is going to drown; already his blood tints the water red around him like a veil. His whole being snarls at the thought. His jaws clench around precious air; this is the only near-death he is equipped to handle. He is a river cat and Gentlestorm is not: the medicine cat is standing on hallowed ground.

It’s all the advantage he will get and will ever need.

He twists under Gentlestorm’s weight and throws his paws towards the tom’s face, aiming for his eyes, anything to shake his hold loose long enough to give himself space to maneuver. If successful, he would rear up -- but instead of fleeing, or trying to push his advantage, he would swipe Gentlestorm’s hind paws with his own while wedging himself under the medicine cat’s shoulder, hoping to destabilize his opponent and use his weight against him to roll him into the river. ​

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ooc. information.

• Doing judo shit on @GENTLESTORM and closed to interactions
  
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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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[lichenstar]

✦˚.✦˚✦˚✦˚ ✧ ˚✧˚✦˚✦.˚✧

CLAIM THE BURIAL I SEEK IN DREAMS FLOWING RIVER CEMETARY ✧

• Their side of the river? The cognitive dissonance stuns her into a bristling frustration- it had only because their side after the border moved. What good had sheltering ThunderClan from hungry flames been (the irony now that it is those burning flames that guide them is not lost on her) when they'd sunk their claws into the backs of their saviors the moment they could? Her lips peel back in a furious grimace, listening to the ignorance she spouts. Don't hunt land prey? Half of her clan had not even been born amongst the clans to have such a stupid preference! Lichenstar herself hunted birds... And prioritized teaching her apprentices more than just the fishing in the damned river. "You're... a blind fool," she spits- and when the river often find a coating of ice lingering over all the shallows, how were they meant to hunt through the layers of frozen water?
  
  The feeling of sharp stones digging into her back signals the end of their tumbling and a dawning horror finds itself flaring in her chest- She hadn't been able to throw enough of her weight behind it to make sure Flamestar remained below her grasp. The glint of ivory is haloed by the backdrop of moonlight, a laughing shimmer of Silverpelt.
  
  Oh.... The fury of a blaze kindled and encouraged to grow glows in the eyes of her enemy and what snarl had been embedded on her face falls away into an amused grin. Guess it's only fair. She'd always known herself to be a pretty mediocre fighter at best... and she'd assumed the moment her paws had stepped foot into that river she might not swim back across. The goal had always been to ensure RiverClan didn't lose any lives... RiverClan hadn't. (Not yet, not that she'd seen.)
  
  It is alike the lightning that had set fire to the Twoleg campsite the speed with which pale claws strike down, cutting sharply through old bite scars and untouched skin alike. The splash of color that mingles with snow and sun-ray fur is familiar enough... as is the heat that wraps around her throat, then the stifling cold after....
  
  Even if she died, RiverClan would not lose... They couldn't.
  
  A paw presses feebly at Flamestar's leg, a final-breathed protest against being pinned down to bleed here without a fight. But there is little force left in a faltering body... and there is nothing left but a shuddered exhale and then stillness.
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[SQUIRRELPAW]

Regret gnawed at her, a bitter taste in her mouth. She should have thought this through before hurling herself at a new opponent. Squirrelpaw had barely managed to hold her own against Twinkleflight, and the young warrior had half the hatred this girl radiated. The look of rage in Pinepaw's eyes as she regained her balance, landing squarely atop the blue torbie, chilled her to her bones. What have I done? She only wanted to help Scarletpaw. Is Scarletpaw okay? She honestly thought she could finally play the hero this time; how silly.

The Thunderclan apprentice was seized by a panic as Pinepaw snarled in her face, feeling claws against her skin. Fire blazed in the tortoiseshell's eyes, so much that Squirrelpaw easily guessed what was coming next. But this time, she couldn't free herself. She was utterly helpless as fangs lunged for her exposed neck, and she squealed in terror. "MOM-" The start of a cry for help never finished, as teeth closed like a steel trap around her throat. She struggled hard at first, flailing to rake her claws at anything she could reach. But it did nothing to deter Pinepaw's death grip, squeezing tighter still, cutting off her breath. And as precious seconds ticked by, her body grew ever more still.

In that moment when your life supposedly flashed before your eyes, all she could see were the faces of her family.

She thought of Falconeheart, who already blamed himself for not saving Sparrowpaw. He would be heartbroken. Her beloved twin... Who would comfort Bugpaw when her nights got lonely? And Ravenpaw, who always seemed to need her sister's encouragement to smile. They would really miss her when she was gone. A pair of forest green eyes burned through her mind as the edges of her vision grew dark. Would those eyes weep for her now? Flamestar had already lost so much…. she didn't want her mom to be sad. Didn't want to disappoint her. But maybe it would be okay. She would finally meet Flycatcher...

Squirrelpaw's last thought before the world fell away was what her father's voice might sound like. Probably soft and warm; like the feeling of finally coming home. He would be happy to see her.

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‎‎ooc ✶ info

• [ struggling with @Pinepaw ⭒ // please don't interfere unless you're @Flamestar <3 ]

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  SQUIRRELPAW ✶ she/her, apprentice of thunderclan, 10 moons
  ⭃ lh blue torbie with low white and green eyes // slender but fluffy
  ⭃ single, bisexual, crushing on no one // flamestar x flycatcher
  ⭃ sister to bugpaw, ravenpaw, sunpaw, falconheart and stormfeather
  ⭃ mentored by lightflower // adoptive sister to sparrowpaw
  ⭃ peaceful powerplay permitted // underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by limerence ↛ @limericks. on discord, dm for plots

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[Flamestar]

〔✦〕Lichenstar's paw touched her foreleg, before limply falling to the ground. A cloud fell from her muzzle as the leader let out a sigh. So much blood coated her pelt that she wasn't even sure what was her's anymore. She had won her battle with Lichenstar, but all around her the battle continued. Riverclan outnumbered them tremendously, and unless more of her clanmates arrived soon there would be more than just Lichenstar's limp body on the ground.

How in the stars were they supposed to win? Once Riverclan noticed Lichenstar's limp figure, they would be fighting even harder. Should she send another messenger for reinforcements? If they lost tonight, Roeflame would be in deep trouble. A couple warriors were not nearly enough to send for a battle, they needed their entire force here.

"MOM-"

Squirrelpaw.

Wide eyes tear apart the battle field, until they zone in on one pairing...and the world around her stopped.

She wasn't sure how many cats she had to violently shove out of the way. Cats of Thunderclan, cats of Riverclan...it didn't matter to her as she tore her way across the blood stained rocks. Her kit flailed underneath the paws of the Riverclanner, clawing at whatever she could to try and get away...until...until she stopped. "SQUIRRELPAW" Her roar was comparable to that of a lion. A Riverclan warrior stepped in front of her, and she viciously raked her claws across his face to get him to cower away.

It felt like a lifetime before she reached her daughter's attacker. The malicious burn in Pinepaw's eyes were nothing compared to the explosion of flames that roared within Flamestar's orbs as she crashed into the apprentice, sending the pair tumbling in a fit of claws and teeth, away from her daughter's body. "You'll pay for what you've done." Her legs were trembling with rage as she shoved Pinepaw into a pin, pushing her down into the dirt before lifting the bloodstained paw she had killed Lichenstar with, before raking her claws across the left side of Pinepaw's face. You killed my daughter...you killed her... She was so angry that tears threatened to slip from her eyes, but she held them back.

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

• ooc.
  attacking @Pinepaw ⭒ do not interfere!
  
• 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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[pebbletail]

(☼) he lurks like an eel in the water, dark fur blending with the rushing waves until he practically vanishes beneath them. atop the rocks, his mother stands, a queen of stone, facing the flaming leader of their enemies. eyes of ember flicker beneath the water, tall ears picking up most of the conversation. his dark nose hovers just above the surface, and his muscles tense as battle cries ring out. a growl rumbles deep in the young man's throat, and he kicks up from the water, emerging alongside foxtail, alongside sunpaw, alongside his clan of warriors who charge, unfaltering, into the fray.

pebbletail circles for a moment, body humming with battle-lust as he witnesses lichenstar crash into flamestar, eveningpaw dance into battle with a thunderclan apprentice. beefang tumbles about with a buff looking tabby warrior, raccoonstripe, if pebbletail's not mistaken. pride for his family rings like the shouts of battle in the tomcat's ears and he catches upon a blue dappled pelt, a cowardly frame in an attempt to escape. "running?" he snarls, and she turns, claws slicing through the air. a smirk lingers upon the riverclanner's face as he rushes forward, meeting her blow for blow.

the apprentice, for that's what she is, attacks with little regard for elegance, so pebbletail meets her where she's at. a heavy paw clashes down his ear, slicing into it, and he snarls. surging forward and attempting to use his strength to knock into her. claws flash forth hooking into the girl's skin around her shoulders, and the tom will crash his head into merlinpaw's teeth snapping for her ear.

battle rages around them and they snarl and collide into each other, dancing and twirling in rage. pebbletail finds himself enveloped in the bloodlust, his claws yearning for the sticky feeling of blood. copper pools in his maw. the storm crashes and wages until suddenly it stops. because he hears it, the tear of skin, the echoing gasp and muttering final words of his mother as her life's blood spills across the frozen ground. pebbletail turns, opening himself up to attack as he finds the burning pelt of flamestar. she stands over lichenstar with crimson staining her snowy paws. a scream escapes pebbletail's throat. "mom!" he howls, and something boils under his skin until he cannot stand still.

pebbletail flees, and he will find himself a hypocrite later, but right now, all he can see is his mother, and all he can hear is the screeching sobs of shellpaw the first time their mother died. all he can hear is hazecloud howling in grief, salmonshade, new to the family but no less important, loosing her newfound love. he pictures twinkleflight, newly named, eveningpaw and horizonpaw, who won't be named by lichenstar if she dies. so she can't die. she can't. pebbletail has no idea how many lives his mother has left, but he'll die himself before he allows flamestar to kill her again.

he reaches the body of his mother as flamestar leaps away roaring out for a squirrelpaw. pebbletail almost chases after, but his honey gaze falls upon lichenstar's corpse and he crumples. "mom," the boy sobs, and suddenly he is a kitten again, kneeling at the body of his mother and wishing he could take her place. rage boils over and is replaced by dull, dark sorrow. they're supposed to take back sunningrocks, because without it, leafbare will be a horror. they're supposed to win because it's theirs, and riverclan deserves it. they're supposed to win because if they loose, more cats die. lichenstar dies. have they lost?

LET ME BE YOUR OWN ☼ ICARION CARRION

• // attacking @MERLINPAW, then abandoning the fight to run over to @lichenstar and @Flamestar >:( " #848DAE"
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• PEBBLETAIL ☼ HE / HIM, WARRIOR OF RIVERCLAN. 12 MOONS OLD, PENNED BY LAVS
  
  
  a large blue tabby with low white and vitiligo. pale blue fur covers the length of pebbletail's stocky body, sliced through with darker tabby stripes and spots. baleful orange eyes peer out of heavy set sockets, and his muzzle, paws, and tail tip are dashed with white.

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[STORMYWING]

Stormywing holds her line powerfully, teeth bared and ears slicked back against her head. The battle rages around her, chaos incarnate. Amidst it all, she catches sight of her clanmates locked in battle, her kin fighting with all their might. Yet a voice splits through the screams that sends a chill down her spine, an angry roar that makes her heart plummet. Flamestar!

Her head snaps away from Foxtail and Sunpaw and towards the sound, eyes wide as she traces the voice through the fray. Her gaze locks onto her leader, who is pushing through the battlefield with wild desperation, a furious nightmare painted in her every step. And then, she leaps, and it’s now Pinepaw she sees pinned down by her leader. Her stomach pitches. Her daughter, bearing those fierce golden eyes and rebellious spirit that mirrors Stormywing's own.

Time slows, the war around her reduced to a muffled thrum. Panic twisting through her veins, the scent of blood is now thick in her nose. "No...no, not her," She whispers, frozen in place as shock grounds her where she stands. Flamestar's bloodstained paw lifts high, and comes down hard across her daughter’s face. Blood is spraying. Her vision turns red.

"Flamestar! Stop!" Stormywing’s desperate voice cuts through the clamor as she leaves Softsight’s side in an instant, leaping across the stones and shoving past cats with her claws outstretched. As she barrels towards them, she gasps as her leader’s claws glint again - stars, she could kill her!

She’s not close enough. She’s not close enough! Even as she closes the distance with feral strides, she won’t make it in time. Venom rises in her throat and the words pour out before she can stop them, a last ditch plea. "She’s my daughter!" Stormywing screams, the confession ripping from her throat like crackling lightning. Finally, she skids to a halt at their sides and keeps her muscles bunched, prepared to dive in the way of claws if she must. She stares up at Flamestar with wide, pleading eyes. "Pinepaw is mine!"

In the silence that follows, she doesn’t wait for judgment or questions. She moves, positioning herself closer in a protective position. Though instead of carrying herself with her usual confidence, she submits in the face of her clan leader, tail tucked, hackles lowered, and head hovering low just over Pinepaw’s face. Please, Flamestar!


// interacting with @Flamestar and @Pinepaw ⭒ :))
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[Myrtlepaw]

War wasn't something Myrtlepaw ever wished to attend. Why fight when you could solve things peacefully with words and actions? The plush lynx sepia stands off to the side as the leaders converse and then war has begun. Her blood runs cold as she glances side-to-side to make sure her brother wasn't here. A sigh of relief leaves her lips as she notes that her brother seems to be safe until a sudden figure springing to her catches her off guard. Myrtle's bottlebrush tail bristles in surprise as Eveningpaw grapples her claws into her shoulder, causing the young girl to wince.

" Oof! W-Why can't we just share? " The Thunderclan apprentice would retort softly as she attempts to escape from the clawed grasp of the older female. Myrtlepaw refused to unsheathe her claws as she instead uses her sheathed paws to try to push her perpetrator away with her forepaws. It could be easy to share the Sunningrocks! This leafbare was driving everyone to extremes, and it was only putting them in the worst positions than better. " You don't have to hurt anyone, we're not getting anything by fighting! "

planned interaction with @eveningpaw
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[splashdance]

Sunningrocks. When she found RiverClan, it hadn't been theirs. And as much as Splashdance entrenches herself in being a real RiverClanner... the want for ownership never truly comes. She dredges herself out of the shallows when summoned, for it is her duty as a warrior in Lichenstar's legion. Her claws gnarl themselves into the broadness of @lovelight 's shoulders, because it's what she must do. She takes no joy in the brutality, only in that this will benefit her home, one way or another. She simply needs to scare off the mottled she-cat, negate one number from their forces. More if she's skilled, but she only needs to focus on the one.

She topples her weight atop Lovelight, using the slippery mud underfoot to her advantage. The shallow waves of the water washes over her opponent's face once, twice - she grimaces as she withstands the fury of a thousand tiny, flailing cuts. The shouting from all around her becomes white noise, blood rushing through her ears. After another wave or two, Splashdance lets up, and bears her teeth. "Leave," She commands, loosening her grip slightly, but not quite entirely. She tries to hold fast to control, even if it makes her stomach roil. "You do not have to lose your life to these rocks -"

She looks up to make her point - she sees her friend, fallen beside their leader's body. She sees the flame pelt of ThunderClan's leader standing over Pinepaw, and then a ThunderClan warrior diving in. The words - the words chill her, but they do not quite connect.

She looks back at Lovelight and shoves again, not listening to if the tortoiseshell agreed to leave or spat in her face instead. The panic of knowledge sets in as she intends to kill, to erase something in her if she can.

[ interacting w lovelight, pls do not interfere!! ]
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[Flamestar]

〔✦〕Blood roars in her ears as she raises her paw once more, pulled back the same way it had for Lichenstar. She did not know this Riverclanner, but she wanted to make her pay for what she had done. Squirrelpaw's life would not go unavenged. Her claws glistened in the moonlight as the leader's gaze burned into the Riverclanner...hatred, rage, and grief all muddled together into one horribly danger combination. "Flamestar! Stop!" she could hear the voice, but it didn't register who was yelling. Her paw pulled back further, and she went to swipe...

"She’s my daughter!"

The scream was louder this time...more clear...

Claws stop whiskers away from Pinepaw's throat. Stormywing? How was Pinepaw her daughter? Stormywing didn't have a mate, didn't have kits...She had kits with a Riverclanner! Stormywing was beside them now, her muscles bunched and ready to join the battle. Horror flashed through her eyes for a split second, and she shoved herself off of Pinepaw's body. "Get out of here." she hissed a warning, and she hoped the apprentice knew just how lucky she was. Had Stormywing not interrupted her...she would be dead. The leader then directed her gaze to meet her warrior's gaze, the anger that had been shown to Pinepaw now burning into Flycatcher's niece. Her tongue was heavy with the taste of betrayal as she fought the urge to chew into the warrior, but this was not the time, nor the place. Instead she would narrow her eyes, a definite warning that they would be speaking later.

The clearing had gone silent for a few moments after Stormywing's scream, but slowly the battles were starting to pick back up. We can't win...we're too outnumbered... It was only a matter of time before more lives were lost. Her claws dug into the rocks, and her pelt started to prickle furiously. They had to forfeit,...they lost.

"Thunderclan! Retreat!" Her heart screamed as she yelled the order, but it had to be done. This fight would not be won tonight, but they would return. Riverclan had no rights to Sunningrocks...but she couldn't afford to lead her clanmates to their deaths any longer. The stones were already soaked in more blood than should have ever of been spilled. "Stormywing." Her words were freezing cold as she whipped her gaze around to meet Stormywing's once more. "Help me carry Squirrelpaw home." This is your fault. She wouldn't be dead if you hadn't had..her.

Blood trailed behind her as it dripped from her shoulder and down her paw. She tried not to limp as she rushed towards her limp daughter, but the tumble down the stones had revived her shoulder injury from the last Sunningrocks battle, where she had been thrown against a rock underwater. There was blood where Stormywing's kit had bitten her throat, and she felt as though she were going to pass out. Squirrelpaw hadn't even earned her warrior name yet...she still had her whole life ahead of her, and it had been taken over a battle that never should have happened. Thunderclan won't ever let anyone walk on us again... "My little Squirrel...I'm so sorry.." her throat was tight with grief as she stood above the blue and red body. She leaned down to touch her nose to her kit's cheek, and felt air being pushed from her nose. "She's alive! Quick, help me get her away."

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

• ooc.
  And with that, Thunderclan has lost rights to Sunningrocks!
  
  Talking with @STORMYWING
  
• 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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[Pinepaw ⭒]

-ˋˏ ༻ ❆༺ ˎˊ- Squirrelpaw’s cry is pathetic, but as the pale apprentice began to fall limp in her jaws, Pinepaw finally relented, canines bared and dripping red. Her triumph made the ThunderClanners blood on her tongue like honey, sweet with victory and thick.

SQUIRRELPAW!

It is unlike anything Pinepaw had ever heard before, the way the leaders voice seems to rumble the very rocks themselves, in reality Flamestar is already nearly upon her, screaming in the face of a RiverClan warrior. Pinepaw straightens herself, kicking Squirrelpaws unconscious body away, but before she can make another move Flamestar is crashing into her, the leaders strength felt like a wave crashing down upon Pinepaw, there was nothing she could do but kick and flail her entire way down.

Her head smacks against the ground, and Pinepaw is forced to look upon Flamestar in all her glory. The apprentice bares her blood-stained teeth, refusing to let the simmering through poke through her armor. “The stars will thank me for what I've done!” Pinepaw spits, it’s an ugly thing that leaves her crimson-streaked maw, a desperate thing.

There’s a white-hot explosion across Pinepaw’s face, a deafening roar in her ear, her brain desperately trying to register what’s just been lost, what’s putting her in so much agony. Then, a blood-curdling scream.

Under the leaders grasp the apprentice writhes, desperate to get her forepaws to her face… her face…! She doesn’t see the way Flamestar’s claws don’t relent, doesn’t register Stormywing running towards them until the warrior is practically screaming in her ear, cutting like ice through the blood roar. Pinepaw is mine!

Finally, a forepaw is able to wriggle free and find sanctuary over Pinepaw’s injured eye, though it now trembles as she blinks the blood from her other to see Stormywing standing over her. “Y-you…?” The tortoiseshell wants to move, to shove the stranger away from her marred, raw face; she wants to pin the ashen tabby down and demand… demand… demand what?

“Mm.. no- no…” slowly, shock begins to creep from the apprentices limbs and all the way up to her maw, and all she can do is stare, petrified and blinded by her saviors leader while her mind began to shriek incoherently; near deafeningly. Where was her mother?

Flamestar steps away off of her, and Pinepaw struggles to her paws- though her eye does dare leave Stormywings, if the warrior were to linger, the only thing Pinepaw would manage to say would be swollen with disgust — “Go.” Save the doomed apprentice.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── AND I BEG TO BE TESTED ⋅ ࿏ ⋅ BY GODDESSES RESTING ──┐‎

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  interacting w/ @Flamestar @STORMYWING
  
  

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  PINEPAW ✩ she/her, apprentice of riverclan, 6 moons.
  ⭃ stocky, coarse-furred tortoiseshell she-cat with large, white dipped forepaws, a white tail tip and muzzle. Honey hued optics take the shape of almonds.
  ⭃ apprenticed to Iciclefang.
  ⭃ daughter of Iciclefang && Stormywing ࿏ sister to Cragpaw && Crabpaw
  ⭃ 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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[salmonshade]

When Lichenstar gives the call for those in the water to attack, shes but a mere hound at her command, surging forth with claws out in to the first Thunderclanner she sees... But it happens so fast, and they all begin to clash, caterwauls raising in the air. Shes locked in to battle, ready to take back Sunningrocks... I'll kill you, she thinks as she rips her claws across the Thunderclanners chest, gaining a returning nick of claws against her cheek, superficial, a fine line of red that begins to drip.

Her attention is stolen for just a second by the raising of a flame-wreathed paw, slamming across her mates throat, spraying red, too much of it to be just superficial like hers. Her world draws to a stop. Her life ceases to exist for just a second.

"LICHENSTAR!" she screams her name, for the second time now, the situation all too familiar. "Lichenstar!" rises in the same tune as mom! She is not the only one who watched someone they love fall, painfully aware of this as she watches Pebbletail scramble towards his stilling mother. Mother, mate, mine. She slashes out again, kicks the opponent away and begins a shambling walk towards the pair.

Eyes slide over to where Flamestar runs to, where her daughters life is nearly snuffed and hatred only boils in her blood. Pinepaw is the one to almost take it, clamping around the apprentices throat. If she were any less worried about Lichenstar, perhaps she would have congratulated her, but she turns back to the body Flamestar had left behind, stopping briefly with the emotions that surge over her. I hope it hurts. She clenches her teeth, trembling with grief. I hope her death haunts you. Rage-filled thoughts seize her chest with how heavy they come on, unable to breathe for a moment; in hindsight, she'll wish Pinepaw had ended the others life.

When she takes a gasp, shes moving again. She feels sluggish, too slow, zombie-like in her movements and yet she finds herself there in an instant, right besides Pebbletail, who sobs for her. She's never been good at showing affection through touch, always too awkward, too hesitant... But now, she presses close in to Pebbletail, the sounds of fighting drowned out with the rushing of blood in her ears, her own heartbeat, something that her mate now lacked. It is deafeningly silent and all too loud at the same time, too much, too little, her tail curls around his side. She seeks comfort in him, seeks to give him comfort, seeks to quiet the crying that begins to ring in her ears. Too loud, too loud, she winces ever so slightly.

"Come on," her voice is a hoarse whisper and shes unsure if she means to speak this to him or to the crumpled body in front of them. "We need..." she cannot finish the thought. There is nothing that Moonbeam can do. Moonbeam, who is at home. Moonbeam, who she had taught... that sunningrocks was theirs. Her mouth is much too dry. It is exactly what she had taught Horizonpaw, too. She should be the one bleeding out, not Lichenstar... She should have died taking back what was rightfully theirs in the first place. She should have done more, for all that she talked about Sunningrocks... It should have been me, I'm sorry, I should have been watching more. I'm sorry, i'm sorry. She prays for forgiveness to a heaven-bound star, somewhere that Lichenstar shouldn't be. Somewhere she shouldn't have had to be again so soon. Rage ebbs to icy-numbness. Grief remains, a stone stuck within her stomach. She feels broken, the stinging on her cheek the only thing that reminds her that shes alive still.

With Lichenstars blood now painting the stones, Salmonshade is sure she never wants to walk here again... She crumbles before the point, the urge to kill zapped, gone, snuffed as soon as Lichenstar fell. "I love you." she swallows, hard- I don't think... I've said that yet. I mean it. I always have, always will. There is a mist in her eyes. "I love you." she says. "I... love you..." she repeats in a wobble, like a mantra, like her love is enough to breathe life back in to the corpse. It isn't. There is no warmth to be found as she presses her forehead in to her. It's cool, like the early winter that brought this bloodshed, like the winter that took her love away.

Thunderclan, retreat! They had won, they had won... But at what cost? Too grave, too steep...

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

• comforting @pebbletail & grieving :silly:
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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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[GENTLESTORM]

༄.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — Gentlestorm growls when he feels claws snag his body but he doesn't bother tearing the smaller tomcat off of him and instead grits his teeth, he's prepared to tear this tom from limb to limb if he must. It's foolish of the medicine cat to draw near the river and as Snakeblink tries to throw him off balance it dawns on and he just about nearly slips, one of his back legs dipping into the river, and it's enough to cause his brain to click once more as he snaps his head in the direction of Snakeblink and attempts to latch his teeth onto anything he can grab whether its his face or ear and snaps them ready to rip flesh, to maim. The silver tom would then stumble away from the river itself not wanting to put his life at further risk and if he had succeeded in catching Snakeblink within powerful jaws, he would fling the other off of him and onto the ground. A pant leaving his jaws as he glares daggers at the lead warrior with his claws scoring the ground preparing for another attack only to hear the shrieking commotion behind him, he only briefly glances to see the scene unfold.

He snaps his attention to Snakeblink as bile rises in his throat hearing Stormywing scream that a Riverclan apprentice is her daughter, his ears lay flat against his large helm and he decides to deal a few more blows to the lead warrior. His large paws lifting up and dealing hefty slashes in the direction of the tabby tom trying to tune out those behind him, he doesn't want to believe it. He doesn't want to believe a single word that leaves the traitor's mouth and it's until Flamestar calls for Thunderclan to retreat does he growl in frustration. That the beast must leave his opponent to allow him to live instead of finishing him off. It's then that the pale tom snaps his jaws dangerously close to the others throat before pulling away completely, "You live today... the next we meet... you won't..." Gentlestorm snarls in a wolfish manner only to turn so that he may help any of his injured clanmates leave the area and tries to ignore the wounds that sting given to him by Snakeblink.

MORNING & EVENING, I FELT LIKE I WAS GRIEVING ᨒᨒᨒ UNTIL I SAID FUCK YOU

• ooc — fighting @Snakeblink && ending the fight + searching for any injured on thunderclan's side

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  MEDICINE CAT KNOWLEDGE;
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ FLESH WOUNDS
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧ INFECTIONS
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧ ACHES & PAINS
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧ ILLNESS
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧ BREATHING ISSUES
  — ✦✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ TRAVELING HERBS
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧ BROKEN BONES
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ KITTING
  — ✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧ POISONS
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  ✦ a longhaired blue sepia tom w/low white and copper eyes, several scars cover his body from previous fights that he somehow survived
  ✦ gentlestorm is rarely ever a warm individual and friendly to those who he meets, he proceeds with more caution and he's less likely to trust any strangers that come from outside of thunderclan. he tends to be jumpy if suddenly approached or flinches away from swift movement with his claws unsheathed when it occurs, he apologizes for it. his kindness reserved only for those closest to him otherwise anyone else can expect the cold shoulder from the old tom
  ✦ 60 moons old; ages the 27th every month
  ✦ widowed mate of little wolf ; currently interested in no one
  ✦ semi-difficult to befriend/interact with ; quick to strike/attack first if he feels threatened ; peaceful powerplay allowed but proceed with caution
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, attacking

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[FOXTAIL]

Foxtail's claws make contact with Softsight's face, and her yowl of pain pierces his ears. Blood trails down the ThunderClanner's face, and his heart races— others would feel pride at an attack hitting it's target, even exhilaration, but not Foxtail. Instead his body shakes, and his opponent is quickly on the move... barely giving him time to think on what to do next.

She jumps to his left, and the lead warrior tries to dodge her pearly white claws, but the younger warrior proves to be faster than him. Foxtail lets out a yowl of pain as Softsight digs into his shoulder, blood staining his pelt. His shoulder throbs as he gives himself some distance from the young ThunderClanner, his eyes widening as Sunpaw slips into view and bites down on Softsight's back leg. Softsight yowls in pain again, and with trembling limbs the lead warrior begins to close in on the ThunderClanner again.... He and Sunpaw have her cornered. Ears flattened to his skull, Foxtail would move forward, aiming to slash his claws at her chest. He can only hope the ThunderClanner will start to back off.... he doesn't enjoy this like others do.

But instead, a different ThunderClanner yowls in their direction, and Foxtail's gaze barely snaps in time to see Stormywing, claws heading directly towards his face. Foxtail leaps back, and to his relief, misses Stormywing's claws by a few mere inches. The warrior lets out a hiss at the second ThunderClanner, whom has seemingly evened out the playing field. He suspects he and Sunpaw are about to fight these two ThunderClanners together... he feels relief that she decided to stay by his side. For a brief moment, their differences are forgotten.

But before he can lay a blow on Stormywing.... she seems to run off as quickly as she had arrived. He blinks with confusion, but shakes his head. Don't focus on her! He scolds himself mentally, but before the lead warrior can move forward, Stormywing's scream echoes throughout the battlefield.

"Pinepaw is mine!"

...Wait, what?

Icicilefang's kits are related to a ThunderClanner....? This was the last thing Foxtail expected to hear; something he could have never foreseen. Icicilefang has been a warrior he has always respected— they might've not seen eye to eye all the time, but she.... she seemed (seems?) so devoted to RiverClan. Pinepaw yowls something out in return, but the lead warrior doesn't catch it. But from the tone of her voice, he can tell she is in disbelief. ...They all are— from both sides. But it must be the strongest in Pinepaw and her littermates that are present.

Flamestar yowls a retreat, and Foxtail whips his gaze back over to Softsight. "Y-You heard her," Foxtail's voice trembles, "Get g-going!" It's finally over— and he feels a weight lift off of his chest. The Sunningrocks belong to them again— RiverClan will be more well fed this leaf-bare. If only it didn't have to cost lives to claim it back, but ThunderClan would never hand it over without a fight... to his dismay.

ThunderClanners retreat into their territory with stained pelts, and Foxtail staggers forward... as the crowd slowly shifts to just RiverClan.

His eyes fall onto the limp, bloodied, form of Lichenstar on the ground. Pebbletail and Salmonshade lay at her corpse, and he hears their sobs, and the relief the lead warrior momentarily felt crumbles. The tom had been fighting off tears the entire battle, but he can no longer fight them off.... and tears threaten to fall down his cheeks. No.... She can't be gone, Foxtail can't get himself to think out loud. She has been gifted by StarClan to have multiple lives.... she can't lose her remaining lives in one go! Please, not like Smokestar— he, RiverClan can't go through that heartbreak again! He takes a step forward, and a singular tear rolls down his cheek. Please Lichenstar, come back to us.
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𝐨𝐨𝐜 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭

• attacking @Softsight , mentioned @SUNPAW. & @STORMYWING
  
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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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[SUNPAW.]

Hearing Foxtail's yowl of pain as Softsight digs claws into his shoulder makes Sunpaw ears flicker uncomfortably as she makes her charge forward. Her heart is pounding, racing, and there's a momentary thought in her head that surprises even her.

Not him.

Foxtail the annoying, scaredy-cat, jumps-at-his-own-shadow tom- what would she do if something happened to him? Actually happened to him? Another mentor? She... doesn't want another mentor.

There's no real plan in her head as she dives in to attack Softsight. Only the warrior - a handful of moons older than her at most she notes - yowls as her teeth sinks in and Sunpaw cringes at the feeling of flesh in her mouth. She just has to hold on, long enough for Foxtail; but the backpaw of Softsight scrapes against the inside of her leg and Sunpaw squeals at the flash of pain as claws break through. It makes her drop Softsight's leg but it's maybe a small Starclan blessing in disguise.

Because there's another figure barrelling down at them and for a moment Sunpaw is struck with the knowledge that she might be in a fight. A fight-fight, the sort where people could die. It's a terrifying moment that she exists in between heartbeats, not sure what to do, what cats normally do here, and even as her gaze shifts back towards Softsight, the enemy in front of her, Stormywing is disappearing again. Something greater on the battlefield to take her attention.

Sunpaw knows little of interclan affairs, less of the Clans outside of her own tiny bubble. What dramatic revelation is happening around her is drowned out by the sounds of her own breathing, the tenseness in her muscles as she stands, ready to strike, ready to move. Chaos seems to be everywhere around them. It reminds her, vaugely, of the flood that had occured in RiverClan not long before. Cats shouting, screaming, disappearing under the surface-

They... might not walk back to camp with everyone, will they?

But then there's a call for retreat ringing into the air and Foxtail is making demands of Softsight, and Sunpaw can't make herself relax. Not until the ThunderClan warrior's face is long in the distance. Even still, the crowd that had been battling is starting to disperse, and with it, new sounds break through.

Crying.

"What's happening?" her head swings towards the commotion, following Foxtail's gaze. It's... Lichenstar, Pebbletail-, and her breath catches. She knows... Lichen's lost a life before, but in the chaos of the flood she hadn't actually witnessed it. But Lichenstar is... Foxtail is crying. Her gaze moves back and forth, trying to make sense of the reality in front of her.

But Lichenstar is so... nice. Yeah, she got in trouble, but she deserved it. And yeah, Lichenstar can be a little rough around the edges and kind of tough sometimes but, Sunpaw's always liked her. Appreciated her. Respected her, so why...? Over a pile of rocks?


"Hey... Foxtail? Why is... Why is she dead?" the words sound hushed coming out of her own mouth, something gripping deep at her chest. Even the throbbing scratches on her arm seem to pale in comparison to what's happening around her. Insignificant. "She's not... dead, dead? She can't be dead... Right?"

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[barleysight.]

the brown painted body, dipped in half white would tumble back, strength never on her side as he shoved her. they would keep their territory, they had to! green eyes would flash anger as he spoke, saying they were deceitful. she grew resentment in her heart and her stomach towards his words. was this not what they were doing? coming from two sides in a plea to win a little piece of land that wasnt even water marked?

"youre wrong! youre- simply mad you lost it in the first place!" barleysight growled back, steps placing slowly backwards, trying to duck and weave around his paws only to feel the stings as they tugged against tender flesh of her ears. she winced as a claw snagged her ruddy nose, blood spewing droplets from her muzzle and dripping metal down her lips. "what do you think youre doing then?" she asked, eyes narrowing as she glared the other down. "splitting us up? a joke, you and shadowclan both!"

they hadnt realized she neared the river, her back paw slipping slightly down, an unf as claws suddenly gripped rock and earth, suddenly hearing roaring underneath her thin frame. she had tuned it out, focused, and the water lapped and threatened at her hind leg, before pulling herself back up- in doing so attempting to lunge upwards at the other, claws outstretched to aim towards his face as she lashed forward.

@Blackwater closed to interacts <3
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[HEMLOCKSHINE]

cw: how do i even warn for this. sadism? hemlockshine is being awful.

Oblivious to the tragedy befalling his Clan, Hemlockshine is completely focused on his prey. She struggles and cries out in futile resistance, catching onto his intentions. Annoyed by her squirming, he tightens his grip on her scruff and roughly shakes her. He doesn't expect it to do anything to silence or still her, but it makes him feel better.

Remorseless, he trudges onward. So rarely does he get the chance to take out his frustrations on anything like this, so he wants to savor this while it lasts. He's in control here, like he almost never is over anything besides his appearance. Lichenstar saddled him with the unwanted burden of an apprentice who seems intent on squandering his gifts and good fortune, he's expected to care for a Clan he can't even reach out to for help without revealing his damning lineage; he's pent up, more than pissed. She might not be what he'd wanted, but fate had dropped this weak mewling thing right into his paws, letting him decide her life and death.

He chooses death.

Reaching the riverside, the dark tom braces his paws and swings her forward with all of his might, dropping her into the shallows closest to the bank and shoving her head underwater.

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  / attempting to drown @Lightflower , pre-planned intervention from @STAGSNARL.
  

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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.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by solaire ↛ @funeralscythe on discord, feel free to ping for plots.
  

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