camp oh, what a life || return after battles

[Flamestar]

〔✦〕The trek back to the camp is long and tiring. The adrenaline of battle had worn off once they had left what used to be their territory. Sunningrocks was theirs no longer after tonight. Lichenstar had brought nearly all of Riverclan's warriors, while even after reinforcements came, Thunderclan was still outnumbered. They had been planning this right under her nose. She had agreed to continue Moonbeam's training, and the fish eaters still backstabbed them. Had she been alone, not fearing for her clanmates lives, she would have given all nine of her lives to defend their hunting grounds. She would have died in a heartbeat if it meant her clanmates wouldn't go hungry.

The leader hadn't said a word since they departed from the Sunningrocks. Her silence was a deadly, eery contrast from her usual self. They will pay. Thunderclan will not go hungry. Nightbird's presence had not gone unnoticed by her, and she was sure Stormywing was fully aware of her feelings right now. But the entire way home, she was planning...calculating

As she emerged through the camp's entrance, she immediately sought out the pelt of her deputy. "Where is Roeflame?" she demanded, shifting the weight off of her injured shoulder for a moment. The camp was silent...empty. "Where is everyone? What is going on?"

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

• ooc.
  looking for @ROEFLAME .
  open to everyone returning from either of the battles!
• 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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[ROEFLAME .]

-ˋˏ ༻ ☀ ༺ ˎˊ-

The trek home was heavy, Roeflame relying on Littlepaw's shoulder to guide the ThunderClanner down the ravine and through the gorse entrance. Tonight, they had been ambushed, stolen from… and defeated. Where she had been sliced by a vengeful enemy now ached, dull and low.

When Roeflame pushes through the entrance with the warriors she fought alongside in tow, a huff of relief escapes her when she see's a lightly battered Flamestar in the clearing, though the blood bath her superior wears does not go unnoticed. "We're here," Roeflame called to answer Flamestar's searching gaze, her gait slow and choppy as she departed from her daughters support to meet her leader.

"ShadowClan ambushed a patrol for a strip of our territory," Roeflame grimaces, and shakes her head "Mirestar and Lichenstar planned this together. We didn't have the numbers... we had to retreat." From her focus on Flamestar's face, the tabby lets her pupils drift, scanning the warriors gathered. Stormywing, her mate and kits…?

"I made sure they'd have a body to bury tonight." There is no joy in the sentiment, it is almost a forewarning. "Are Gentlestorm and Hopepaw in their den?" The stench of blood radiates everywhere, from everyone. They were in for a long night.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── I GOT A POCKET ⋅✴⋅ A POCKET FULL OF SUNSHINE ──┐‎

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• 
  ROEFLAME ✩ she/her, Deputy of Thunderclan, twenty-seven moons.
  ⭃ petite cinnamon silver ticked tabby with murky green eyes & a small scar over her left eye.
  ⭃ mate to Burnstorm ☀ mentor to Dovepaw & Dwindlingpaw
  ⭃ 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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[Palefire]

As the high from the battle slowly receded, Palefire realized just how sore she was. Her skin burned from the countless lacerations gifted to her by Briarthorn, and by the time they had reached camp, her wounds had still not stopped bleeding. But even she had to count herself lucky because many of her clanmates were much worse off, Roeflame included. And Tallstep, too gentle for his own good, had been torn apart by Scalejaw. She tried her best to keep from hurting him further as she dragged him by the scruff with Orangepaw's help.

And then there was little Ivorypaw. For the hundredth time on their slow march home, Palefire glanced worriedly down at her alabaster apprentice. Her stomach churned to see the stark contrast of angry red against her snowy fur. It was her first real battle, one not fought against clanmates who cared about her survival. And as painful as her wounds looked, the lynx-point simply thanked the stars that she was still breathing. She made a mental note to talk with the girl later, but for now, the camp entrance finally loomed ahead of them.

Palefire limped into camp, still supporting most of Tallstep's weight until she was finally able to lower him to the camp floor. "Where is Gentlestorm? Tallstep needs help, badly." But her attention quickly fell away at the shocking sight that greeted them inside. Everywhere she looked, her clanmates lay with torn pelts and wounded spirits. What in Starclan's name happened here...? The lilac warrior had wondered briefly why more of their clanmates hadn't come to help fend off Shadowclan, but she hadn't been expecting... whatever this was. Even Flamestar seemed confused.

"Mirestar and Lichenstar planned this together."

And suddenly, it all made sense, like puzzle pieces falling into place. How else would either clan have gotten the upper hand against Thunderclan? They were too weak to steal from them alone, so the cowards plotted treachery together in secret. "Bastards," she muttered bitterly, but found that she was too tired to summon any more fire. While they waited for Gentlestorm, Palefire gingerly lowering onto her haunches so she could try to clean her wounds. Turning to Flamestar she explained hoarsely, "Mirestar was waiting for us near the Thunderpath. We thought they were alone but... They demanded we give up our territory. When Leafhusk refused, their warriors emerged from the shadows to ambush us."

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‎‎ooc ♡ info

• [ apprentice tags @ivorypaw @Meadowpaw // bringing back @TALLSTEP ]

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  PALEFIRE ♡ she / her, warrior of thunderclan, 20 moons
  ⭃ lh lilac lynx point w/ low white and blue eyes
  ⭃ single, crushing on no one / npc x npc / sister to bluestride
  ⭃ mentoring meadowpaw & ivorypaw / mentored by nightbird
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / all opinions ic
  ⭃ underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by limerence ↛ @limericks. on discord, dm for plots.

 

[STORMYWING]

She has not spoken a word since she claimed Pinepaw as her own. She had diligently hurried to her cousin's side and helped her leader lift her, and march her right back home where she could be hurried to Gentlestorm and Hopepaw's den. But her ears remain back, and her head dips low in shame.

Her secret is out. It didn't matter how long she tried to hide it or how well she kept her jaws shut. When push came to shove, she stopped a battle for the sake of her child. She stopped her leader from killing her RiverClan daughter, and she knows she will pay for it.

Gasping, she helps to set Squirrelpaw down, and then swings her round gaze to find the medicine cat. "Gentlestorm! We need you!" Her voice drips with panicked desperation as she kneads her kin's side fearfully, her eyes darting around to try and catch sight of the silver tom. The fading adrenaline now causes her legs to shake, so she tries to keep her voice from shaking. "It's Squirrelpaw!" She works hard to avoid the gaze of Flamestar, too ashamed to meet it. She knows she's in the wrong. She knows she made the ultimate mistake. But to look into her late uncle's mate's eyes and see the disappointment there? It may be too much to bear.

// with @SQUIRRELPAW calling for @GENTLESTORM
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[mottledpaw]

· · ───────────── ·𖥸· ───────────── · ·

It had been her hope to prove her worth in the color of someone else's blood. Not hers.

Every step had been an unsteady stumbling rather than the proud jaunt of someone born to run amongst these woods. Somewhere she hears Roeflame speaking, explaining to Flamestar why she'd been 'abandoned' to suffer at Sunningrocks with half the force she needed. That ShadowClan had proven a deadly, secret second assailant. That this had been a clever trap. It makes sense they'd lost on both fronts... logically.

But her head rings with an anxious fear, staring at where her paws land (even in the darkest swatches of night-sky fur she can see the roseate stains), trying to keep herself upright long enough to reach help. Stormywing's voice summons some sort of awkward comfort in her belly but... her mentor isn't looking for her. She is distracted, busy... horrified on behalf of another. I miss my mom, a tiny voice wails, aching for someone's pelt to bury her bloodied face into.

Sitting in a hardly present slump, the molly lifts one of her paws back up to her face, clinging to the hope that putting it there will stop the bleeding (it won't). That maybe the damage isn't so bad as long as she keeps it held together (it can't be). Her mind wanders, trying to pull away from the fear of the self and its reality, a single jade eye flicking nervously amongst the overwhelming shades of fur. Was Scarletpaw safe? Meadowpaw? (She couldn't stomach the answer that they might not have come back.)

Even... even stupid Beetlepaw. She would not wish this for him. Had he had his fill of violence...? Enjoyed the thrill of using what skills he actually had? Is he safe? Her own concern for her kin confuses her... adding to the miasma of uncertainty that envelopes her. Will Hopepaw just turn me away? It was no secret that girl held no love for Mottledpaw... and being Gentlestorm's apprentice (and how full the medicine cat's paws must be), it gave her the power to ignore her until death.

// just kinda sitting quietly while she bleeds all over the place. injured face/eye​

 

[Scarletpaw]

Scarletpaw's heart pounds as ThunderClan trudges back into camp, her shoulders slumped with defeat. Each step sends a wave of exhaustion through her, but she ignores it, her eyes sweeping frantically over the returning warriors. There's blood and limping figures everywhere, accompanied by haunted stares. Her stomach twists after seeing Squirrelpaw placed on the ground, but there's a different figure that pulls her attention away fully.

Her eyes widen as she spots Mottledpaw slumped against the camp wall with crimson staining her dark fur. "Mottledpaw?" Scarletpaw's voice trembles with disbelief. She hadn't known her sister had fought - she didn't see her at Sunningrocks. No, there's a different scent in the air as more cats return. ShadowClan? What had happened? The question surges to her lips but dies as she takes in the full picture. Her sister was pressing a paw to her face, eyes darting anxiously among their clanmates.

Panic surges like a tidal wave. Scarletpaw forces herself to move, closing the distance between them in an instant as she bounds towards her, ignoring the pain in her paw pads. "Mottledpaw, what...what happened to you?" She drops her voice to a whisper, as if anything louder might shatter her littermate's fragile state. Her blood turns to ice as she looks her over and sees just how much blood there is. Worry clear on her face, she reaches a paw out. It hovers uncertainly before resting lightly on Mottledpaw's shoulder. "It's…it's gonna be okay. We need to get you to Gentlestorm's den. Now."
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[GENTLESTORM]

༄.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — Gentlestorm ignores the faint stinging from his wounds and can still feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins after having battled Snakeblink. It was all for nothing in the end especially when Stormywing had went to defend a Riverclan apprentice claiming that Pinepaw is her daughter and he can feel his stomach twist. His blood boiling as he practically glares daggers in the back of Stormywing's head the entire trip back home and if she caught his gaze it would be filled with sharp disappointment. It all made sense now on why the blue tabby had held onto a certain stone within her nest and had been sobbing in the warriors den to the point where one of them had called for him due to their concern for her. He wants to cuff her over the ears but it wouldn't matter in the end seeing as they lost two strips of territory from what he hears Roeflame saying, he swallows a lump down his throat thinking about Sunshinespot and Doepath heavy with kittens.

When Stormywing utters his name it causes something inside of him to snap and the pale tom casts a glance towards his apprentice as his eyebrows knit together "Hopepaw... Go get marigold, poppy seeds, and cobwebs... We have much work to do..." After, he dismisses his apprentice hoping that she would be quick does he turn his full attention towards the young warrior once more as a silent snarl finds itself on his maw "And you..." He doesn't care if its in public or if everyone can sees him give the striped molly a tongue lashing and the fur along his spine lifts once more much like when he had been while battling the Riverclan lead warrior, "You're a... mouse-brained fool... how could you... we've lost territory and the queens will barely have as... much as a mouse to eat... but oh... your Riverclan kits will be eating well, won't they... ?" He spat with venom dripping from his words as he takes a step forward to glare down at the warrior, his snout wrinkles with a silent snarl as he continues to glare at her.

Perhaps, if he had been his old self then he would've been more understanding and less heated at this moment but unfortunately that part of him had been slain by Darkthistle. "You... you foolish girl..." He growls with his ears laying flat against his skull as his lips are pulled downwards with a frown and he wishes that he could say more but he knows that Stormywing's fate is left to Flamestar and he doubts that his friend is happy about losing two bits of their territory to Shadowclan and Riverclan. "Why should we... even trust you anymore? Why... should I trust you..." His voice grows fainter and hoarse with emotion for a heartbeat, his eyes betray him as a brief sorrow passes through them... She could've been his friend once but now, he doesn't wish for her company and he recalls the night he had stopped her from making a mistake that she'd regret. During the journey it makes him wonder... had Little Wolf tried doing the same and stopping Stormywing from making a mistake too?

The thought itself brings a dry chuckle out from his scruffy maw only to turn in the direction of Flamestar while watching Stormywing from the corner of his eye "I hope... Flamestar works you til... your paws... fall off... just to ensure... the queens and kits... are fed... since... they'll be short..." His pupils narrow as he finally allows his hackles to lower back onto his body and huffs, he wishes that he could berate her more and shout at her even but his voice had been loud enough for even the queens to hear from the nursery... He will not strain his voice for her not when they'd fall onto deaf ears. Stormywing had dug herself a grave and now, she would lay in it.

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

• ooc — briefly speaking to @HOPEPAW

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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
  ✦ 61 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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[ivorypaw]

Ivorypaw is silent on the trek home. Defeat clings to their pelts as much as their blood does, and shame further weighs Ivorypaw down. Every time she glances in Roeflame's direction with her single eye, she wants to cry; maybe she has, though the only tears she feels are from the injured eye, trying to fight off the blood seeping into it. If she had been a stronger warrior, she'd been able to fight Sneezeduck off, and then... then Roeflame wouldn't be so hurt, and maybe ThunderClan could have kept that territory...

She can feel Palefire's gaze on her, though the older she-cat does not say anything. Ivorypaw hopes she isn't ashamed of her. I tried my best, but it wasn't good enough. She had fought like a kittypet — and isn't that the worst thing of all?

She, like the rest of her patrol, blinks in relative surprise to see Flamestar and the other warriors in equally as bad shape as they are. "RiverClan," she hears, and the white she-cat shakes her head with astonishment. Two Clans had fought them — two? How were they ever meant to defend two pieces of their territory while in such a weakened, divided state?

She wobbles, assessing her Clanmates' injuries. Scarletpaw clusters close to Mottledpaw, and she looks bad, oh... her face is just missing fur where her eye should be, and Ivorypaw flinches, pressing a forepaw to her own injured face. She can still feel the eye pulse beneath her paw pads, even through the heat of her wound, but Mottledpaw has nothing there at all...

And then Gentlestorm is there, and he's lighting into Stormywing, talking about her "RiverClan kits." Ivorypaw stares in confusion, unsure what he's talking about. She presses her flank to Palefire's, for comfort as much as she's using her for support.

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

• ooc: —
• Adora . Ivorykit . Ivorypaw, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — "speech", thoughts, attack
  — 8 moons old, ages realistically on the 16th.
  — mentored by Palefire ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored n/a.
  — thunderclan apprentice. npc x npc, gen 1.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh white she-cat with curled ears and brown eyes. compassionate, righteous, naive, idealistic, self-doubting, self-destructive.

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[Bugpaw !]

*+:｡.｡ Bugpaw was, by no one's argument, the best off among her clanmates. She had fought against an apprentice younger than herself, less experienced - and only a little less reluctant to fight. For that, she came away only with a torn nose. Still, she couldn't tell you if the inseccent watering in her eyes was because of the sensitive area of injury...or everything else.

Her heart ached powerfully in her chest, yet uneager to reveal its wound. She had no good reason to cry. Looking at the rest of her clanmates, who struggled to keep each step firm, Bugpaw found only shame filling her mouth. To come away with no wounds while so many of her clanmates suffered Bugpaw...she...She couldn't breathe with the weight of guilt sitting firmly atop her chest. Still, she must. She helps where she can, lends her shoulder wherever it's needed. Her head pounds as she struggles to come up with an idea to cheer up the mood, a joke or...or an optimistic spin on such a dire situation...

And then, a scream tears it's way through her throat - "SISSY!" Her twin, who's colors near perfectly match her own, now painted with a distinctly new hue. The fiery red of death. She thinks of Morningcloud, and a sob pulls free between clenched teeth, a mewl of panic. Gentlestorm is speaking to Stormywing, but Bugpaw has her attention focused on her sister.

"You're gonna be okay, you're gonna, I know it" she comforts her sleeping sister, lifting a paw to touch her chest, her stomach - anywhere to ensure she's still breathing, but pulls back at the last minute. She doesn't want to make things worse. Oh, Starclan, it has to get better, it has to.

*+:｡.｡ Updated 3/22/24

• //interacting briefly with @/SQUIRRELPAW
• 
  GENERAL:
  ♫ Bugpaw
  ♫ DFAB— She/Her
  ♫ Daughter to Flamewhisker and Flycatcher
  ♫ Sibling to Falconheart, Stormfeather, Lilykit, Butterflykit, Scorchedpaw, Squirrelpaw, Sunpaw
  ♫ Thunderclan — apprentice
  ♫ Apprenticed to Falconheart
  
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ♫Physically easy | mentally easy
  ♫ Attack in bold pink
  injuries: None currently

 

[SQUIRRELPAW]

The trip home from Sunningrocks was pure agony. Squirrelpaw was… awake, but not truly. She could feel her body being jostled as Stormywing carried her back to camp, the gash on her chest aching with every step. But her eyelids were heavy, and she could not open them. Hopepaw had saved her in the moment by binding the wound on her throat, but precious crimson ichor still dripped down her chin from where her head hung limply over her cousin's shoulder.

She was unaware of how much time passed between their retreat and return to camp, stuck somewhere in a state between consciousness and unconsciousness. But the blue torbie felt when they finally arrived; as gentle as her clanmates tried to be, her body still cried out in protest as she was placed upon the ground. She wanted to scream at them to stop, but her lungs struggled even with the simple task of drawing breath. Someone was shouting for help, but the voices were fuzzy and distant.

A faint groan rumbled in her chest as her eyes finally, slowly struggled open. Squirrelpaw blinked once, then twice, lifting her head slightly at Bugpaw's pleading. She tried to call out to her sister, her mom, but her throat burned like a white-hot fire, and the words wouldn't come. The taste of copper on her tongue was incessant and she willed the blood to stop flowing. The troubling amount she had lost made her dizzy, and her head slumped back onto the frozen ground as her eyes shut once more. Too hard. She didn't want to stay awake anymore; it hurt too much. She wanted to sleep.

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‎‎ooc ✶ info

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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

 

[RACCOONSTRIPE]

cw: mild description of eye injury

The walk back to camp is agony. Raccoonstripe is heavily supported, though he barely perceives who it is who leans against him; he knows Gentlestorm had gone just ahead after helping, and the tabby does not blame him. ThunderClan is in ruins — after they'd been weakened so from lack of prey, from withering cold, they'd been invaded, and RiverClan had pulled victory, hard-earned, through their collective ribcage. He wants to seethe, but that anger, that hatred, battles with pain he has never experienced before. His belly bleeds riverwater as well as scarlet liquid; his singular eye stares blankly at the forest ahead of him, darting in an almost panicked state back and forth. Had any RiverClanners followed them home, intending to finish what they'd started?

The other eye... the socket is empty. It weeps. He keeps his eyelid clamped over the gore, unable to pry them open if he wanted to. The wound seeps relentlessly, and he's lightheaded from the blood loss. Every breath is like gargling the river once more; he can feel liquid in his lungs, fighting with the oxygen his body craves.

Every step is more of a stagger. Roaringsun and Pinestep move against him like the boars who'd savaged ThunderClan once, who'd taken his brother from him, though their touch is good-natured. They do everything in their power to get him through the gorse tunnel, and there, he begins to sway on his paws. Can he make it to Gentlestorm's den?

There's shouting... Gentlestorm's voice. He is berating someone, but Raccoonstripe's single eye cannot focus on who it is. He trembles with the effort it takes to remain upright. With the aid of his saviors, he sinks just inside the medicine cat's den, unable to do anything else. He says nothing, but the wheeze and rattle of his breath is enough to tell anyone near him that he is on the brink of death.

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

• ooc: tagging @roaringsun and @Pinestep who escorted him home
• 
• 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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[THUNDERGLEAM]

Stormywing, oh- oh, they were separated. Parted by a bloody line, one at Sunningrocks and one among ShadowClan's ambush. She felt she might leave her bones behind with the burn of her muscles, that her form may phase through and leave something behind- for... oh, oh- she had to know that Stormywing was alright.

And she was alive- but there lay on her face a hollow expression, one that reminded her of a sobbing, starlit night. Thundergleam sickened at the sight, cobwebs beginning to wrap around her limbs, stiffening them. But oh, she moved still. A writh shouldered through the throng, through the stink of blood- through stumbling, injured bodies, she would find her dear friend's side. Her dear, dear...

"Stormywing," she breathed, looking down to her with trembling, rosy eyes. Wordlessly, she asked her for amity- asked her to lay her pain upon her shoulders again. Yes, again- her bones could take it, for Stormywing's grief was sweeter than her own- it was a thing that could be alleviated, sapped. An ebbing, yes. But there was no time to talk, no time to lead her away before the medicine cat's form whirled upon Stormywing- RiverClan kits, he spoke it into the thickened, metallic air. Thundergleam's throat crushed all of a sudden- she could find not a word, none of the sugared assurances she had wanted to give before.

RiverClan kits, oh- how did he know? A secret spilled only in starlight, now... now, it poured, entrails. Shock found ghostly presence on porcelain features. Fool, foolish- speaking vengeance, repentance- oh, for all she had given up, for all the good she had worked while carrying a pain unmendable. "You- you speak unkindness, Gentlestorm." Thundergleam's voice trembled ever-so-slightly. Oh, he was ... he was a knowledgable one, blessed by the stars with his name and knowledge, his words aglow with moonlight. But not now, not now... no, they were shadowed, lashing tongues reddening slick blood on her friend's back. "Let her be, let her be," And her voice found its stillness, her face falling in phantom disdain. "Trust her for all she has done for ThunderClan." For me.

It was a selfish little thought. Her eyes found her dear Stormywing, again. "Stormywing..." repeated, spoken with reverence and apprehension at once- a weight would pressed against her friend's side.

\ talking to @GENTLESTORM @STORMYWING ​

penned by pin ☾​

 

[ORANGEPAW.]

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- orangepaw doesn't want to even think about the battlefield, and yet flashes of blood, fur, and claws rush through his brain like crazy. his eyes have never been this dull, as if he's seen a ghost. he did. his own, even if for a few seconds. he almost died. thunderclan killed in order to defend their home, and he saw that body, too, briefly. and now here they were, at home, licking their wounds. why did starclan let this happen? what did they do that caused such anguish, and such pain? war after war, did it ever stop? he's never felt so hopeless in his entire life. never once did he ever think he'd not have a smile on his face but he can't find a reason to. not particularly. he is trying his hardest to pull tallstep along with palefire, but everything burns. his lungs, his ribs, his legs, his head– he's never in his life felt such a bad headache. he sees colors floating in the air, and his stomach is twisting with nausea. he barely hears what gentlestorm has to say, or flamestar, but it's all too much. it's just too much.

"w...we should get him to gentlestorm and hopepaw. hang in there, tallstep."

theyd be able to help him, right? he feels dizzy, like he's floating on the river and it won't stop moving. he nearly passes out fully but manages to catch himself, helping palefire get him right near the den before he drops him. he can't do it anymore. he only briefly looks at palefire before quietly speaking, though he's got to admit, he can't even hear himself. or anyone all too much.

"gentlestorm can help... i have to... go."

where? he doesn't know. he stumbles away and ends up somewhere in the clearing of camp, standing and watching the carnage and chaos left behind. they'd lost. horribly. it was embarrassing for most but for orangepaw... he just didn't get it. why did they lose? when grassgrin finds him, he initially doesn't see him at all. he simply stands there, looking lost. his gaze seems so far away. orangepaw seems far away. he doesn't move, or talk, or even look at anyone in particular. he just stares.

the stars... hate us...

one part of his mind says.

no no. they're testing us. that's what it is.

another answers. tested by the stars. that's what this was... this is what it had to be. there is no way that it could have been anything else. he feels as grassgrin nudges into him with a paw but he doesn't move.

"you mouse-brain! you're bleeding– you need to see gentlestorm and hopepaw when they get back! are you even listening to– orangepaw!"

the tom collapses into a seated position, finding some of his light back into his eyes. he squeezes his eyes shut for a moment before turning to grassgrin with a small smile... it's barely noticeable.

"oh, i'm fine. don't worry about me, yeah? go on. help others. I'll be there to help, too."

he gives a smile before turning away, licking his wounds as he stands up, pinning his ears back. he tries to stand back up, trying to go help anyone that needs to help but he cant now. he's tired. he falls to the ground wifh a huff, pinning his ears backwards fully and slowly closing his eyes.

"head hurts... im gonna... nap first."

// helping @PALEFIRE bring back @TALLSTEP before going to lay down himself !

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── honestly, i thought that i would be dead by now ⋅❁⋅ calling security, keeping my head held down──┐‎

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  ORANGEPAW ✩ he/they, apprentice of thunderclan, 12 moons.
  ⭃ rather large polydactyl orange tabby with white markings, green eyes, a broken left hind leg, who's also littered in scars
  ⭃ npc x npc // no known family. mother is deceased
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ not necessarily great in battle. semi easy to attack due to lack of experience alone.
  ⭃ penned by scar ↛ @salemdraws on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[STORMYWING]

Stormywing feels as if she's been clawed open anew, the biting words of Gentlestorm echoing in her ears even as the blood of her injured cousin soaks into her fur. The sting of guilt is nothing compared to the cruelty in his gaze - a look that guts her more deeply than any physical wound ever could. The disappointment from her fellow warriors, the weight of her choices, and the truth laid bare all feels so suffocating, pressing down on her chest like a boulder. He blames her for the loss of their territory. It's made clear in his snarled words, and her ears flatten against her head as more tears gather. No, I didn't- but there's no use, is there? He won't listen to her. Not with that hatred in his eyes.

But she doesn't flinch at the medicine cat's tongue-lashing. She can't. The fierce love she holds for both her clan and her RiverClan kin tangle in a mess of confusion and pain. If he is going to fault her for saving Pinepaw's life…she will not apologize. Still crouched protectively over Squirrelpaw, Stormywing's gaze meets Gentlestorm's glare, eyes clouded with exhaustion and sorrow.

"I know," She whispers. The grief in her voice is palpable, but it's mixed with something else - defiance? "I know the mistakes I've made but I can't take them back now. I've betrayed your trust - all of your trust. And I will pay for that, but right now…" Her voice cracks as she glances down at Squirrelpaw, who lay motionless, her breath shallow. "Right now, this is what matters!" The tabby's teary eyes shift back to Gentlestorm's. "I'm not asking for forgiveness. I'm not even asking for understanding. But if you can't look past me for the sake of our clanmate's life…" She swallows hard, ears flattening against her shaking head, "Just…save her!"

There's a pause as she takes in a trembling breath, claws sinking into the earth to steady herself. She can feel everyone's eyes on her. She can feel their judgment. It threatens to crush her but she will not waver, silently daring any cat to question her priorities at this moment.

Thundergleam - stars, she's safe! She's at her side, and the tabby feels as if she can release a breath she hasn't even been holding. The albino speaks in her defense and more guilt claws at her insides. Thundergleam had been forced to keep the secret, too. Did she force her into the role of a traitor by telling her? Despite the thought, she can't help but lean into the support almost instinctively, but her sharpened eyes do not leave the raging medicine cat.

"When she's safe," She adds, in a lower voice but no less resolute, "I'll answer to Flamestar for everything."
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[Flamestar]

〔✦〕Her head turns as Roeflame's voice comes from behind her. The deputy is bloodied, and her patrol behind her was littered with wounds just like her own patrol. She opened her jaws to question what had happened, for they for sure hadn't been at the Sunningrocks, but Roeflame must have read the confusion on her face. "Two attacks?" she repeated, the fur on her shoulders bristling once more. "Those foxhearts...how dare they?" Thunderclan hadn't just lost Sunningrocks tonight, they had lost a piece along the border with Shadowclan as well. What was next, would Skyclan drop down on them from the trees in the middle of their camp? To attack them after they were exhausted and easily beaten? Unease started to sprout in her belly, worried that she couldn't easily dismiss the idea. Their territory hadn't ever been so small...how would they find enough prey? How would they hunt now with so many injured paws? I made sure they'd have a body to bury tonight. "Good." Her voice was more of a grunt as she scanned the camp, assessing how many of their clanmates were injured. The amount made her want to vomit.

"Lichenstar returns home with one less as well." Feeling the leader's limp muscles beneath her paws hadn't felt as haunting as it had when she had killed her first cat moons ago. She had felt guilty for claiming the rogues life for a few short moments after the rage had worn off, but she didn't expect to feel any regret for taking one of the Riverclan's lives. In fact...she found herself wishing she had taken more. Riverclan and Shadowclan would pay for what they have done...but no time soon. Leafbare was here early, and they were already suffering from lack of prey before now. They were in deep trouble now.

Palefire limped over to them, asking where Gentlestorm was. Tallstep was gravely injured...their newest warrior. "They were with us, they're around here....somewhere.." Somewhere lost in the wave of injured clanmates. "Oh- There he is.." Her gaze locked onto his pelt, who was approaching Stormywing. He tears into her almost instantly, but she does not stop him right away. What he says isn't a lie. Her Riverclan kits would be eating well with the prey they stole tonight, while Thunderclan's warriors starved, making sure the kits got everything if she couldn't think of a way to mend things. There were many things she wanted to say right now to Stormywing, but there were far more important matters right now. Raccoonstripe had been fished out of the river, limp and heavily breathing...she felt sick to her stomach watching his hardly receptive body be heavily supported into the Medicine Cat's den. Squirrelpaw, she had almost been killed by a Riverclanner...Stormywing's kit...Palefire had spoken about Tallstep needing immediate attention...she wasn't even sure who all else was in bad shape. So many were, it was overwhelming...time to step in. "Gentlestorm, stop." Stormywing was her problem to deal with, not his. He had many cats who needed him more than Stormywing needed her ears chewed off.

"Those who are most injured need to go to Gentlestorm's den first. I need volunteers for those who are least injured to be on guard duty tonight. Riverclan and Shadowclan will pay for what they have done. Thunderclan will not let this slide." But Thunderclan wouldn't be retaking anything in this shape...they needed time to rest and lick their wounds..even if they didn't have time. "While Gentlestorm and Hopepaw work...Leafhusk, Burnstorm, Nightbird, come to my den. Roeflame, come after Gentlestorm has seen you." Green eyes turn to face the grey and white figure who had been Gentlestorm's victim. "We will speak in the morning. Go help where you can." Her voice is lighter than it had been when it was directed towards her earlier, though if that were a good thing or not was still to be determined. If Stormywing tried to read her gaze, it was locked away...unreadable.

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

• ooc.
• 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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[ROEFLAME .]

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Palefire coming to back Roeflame up is appreciated, but thanks would need to wait, as while Flamestar had her attention one moment, Stormywings cry had stolen it the next; ultimately diverting the warriors stricken attention to the form of Squirrelpaw.

Horror swells in the deputy's sage optics, but it's all happening so fast, Gentlestorm emerges and-
"Gentlestorm!" Roeflame exclaims, shocked at the harshness in the medicine cats tone, that is until she hears RiverClan kits.

Whether from blood loss or the waning adrenaline, Roeflame's head begins to spin. Despite it all, the brassed tabby still does what she can to step in between the gap between the healer and the warrior. "Look at our Clan, Gentlestorm- stop wasting your breath." She thinks of Ivorypaw and Mottledpaw, Squirrelpaw who Stormywing begs to save. Now is not the time. Just as Roeflame had done to Raccoonstripe, she does to her medicine cat now. Fall back.

Thundergleam comes to Stormywings aid, and the she-cat stumbles back with one last glance towards her friend, chest heaving with exertion from where her belly still howled with bleeding fire. She couldn't even think about CrossClan kits right now. How…?

Raccoonstripe comes ambling in on the shoulders of both Roaringsun and Pinestep, and Roeflame feels her breath hitch. Her Clan was being crushed under the heavy paw of Leaf-bare, and the deputy's chest begins to rattle with the same death call it has all her life. How were they going to survive?

Flamestar's voice reaches her, and the deputy responds to the orders with a short nod, unable to spare another glance in Stormywing or Thundergleams direction.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── I GOT A POCKET ⋅✴⋅ A POCKET FULL OF SUNSHINE ──┐‎

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  ROEFLAME ✩ she/her, Deputy of Thunderclan, twenty-seven moons.
  ⭃ petite cinnamon silver ticked tabby with murky green eyes & a small scar over her left eye.
  ⭃ mate to Burnstorm ☀ mentor to Dovepaw & Dwindlingpaw
  ⭃ 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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[HOPEPAW]

⊱⊰ Hopepaw's return to camp is silent—her mouth occupied with the bundle of herbs she carries still, but even if she could open her mouth to speak she's afraid she wouldn't be able to find the words. Squirrelpaw has survived the trip back home, thankfully, but she needs to be taken care of by a fully-trained medicine cat, one who knows exactly what they're doing. Hopepaw glances up to her uncle as he gives her instructions on what to gather for him; she nods her assent and begins to set off for the den, but a sudden commotion makes her pause in her tracks. Roeflame bursts into camp, bloodied and clearly badly injured. Hopepaw is struck with the sudden urge to go to her, to ensure that her mother is safe and sound—but she can't. Roeflame is obviously not the most greatly injured out of all the cats who are being brought back to camp.

I have duties to perform. Roeflame will likely live if her wounds aren't treated immediately, but will Squirrelpaw? Raccoonstripe definitely won't, and with a glance at Tallstep it appears he may not, either. Orangepaw slinks off somewhere, so he'll probably be okay for a while longer. The girl files all this away for later as her paws move her quickly to where she needs to go. Marigold, poppy seeds, and cobweb. All things that Gentlestorm had taught her about—the first things he's taught her about, the basics of healing. She knows exactly what they all look like, so it's easy enough for her to reach into the herb storage with shaking paws and withdraw what she needs.

When she makes her way back out of the den, chaos greets her. Her uncle stands snarling, bristled to his full size, tearing into Stormywing for her traitorous actions not only at the battle, but even before it. Siring RiverClan kits—enemies of ThunderClan. Which RiverClanner had been the one to catch her eye, Hopepaw wonders? But she can't focus on that right now. She has clanmates to take care of; Gentlestorm has patients to save. Pale paws carry her to his side, herbs clutched carefully in her mouth. "Gentlestorm," she says, "I've got everything. What do you need me to do?" Her gaze flits back and forth between all their wounded, uncertainty flickering there. Two battles, both planned to coincide, to strike ThunderClan when they're weak. Fish-lickers and carrion-eaters working together. They'll pay, that much is certain. StarClan won't let them get away with this. Right?

an ancient spirit’s song 【❖】 will heal our wounds

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  HOPEPAW ❯❯ she/her, thunderclan medicine cat apprentice
  
  ⊱ skinny, thick-furred lilac molly with deep copper eyes. soft-spoken and a bit of a grouch.
  ⊱ daughter of batwing and leopardtongue ; adopted by roeflame
  ⊱ mentored by gentlestorm
  ⊱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted ; does not typically like physical contact from anyone besides her family
  ⊱ penned by foxlore

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[Softsight]

Softsight knows she'd gotten off lightly when it came to injuries. As she makes the trek back to camp alongside her low-spirited Clanmates, she takes in quietly the savagery that had taken place at Sunningrocks. That was part of ThunderClan territory - it was theirs, and they needed that extra land no more than ever with how Leafbare was approaching fast. Now they were walking away with more losses than they should have been, and a secret that had been revealed of Stormywing's kin.

There was a reason that the Code prohibiting that had been introduced. It was to prevent occasions like these, where a warrior might have their loyalties split in the midst of battle. Something hardened inside of Softsight.

She held back as the more injured warriors flowed into camp seeking Gentlestorm and Hopepaw - Softsight had a scratch across her face, but she could already tell that it wouldn't be anything threatening. There's news that ShadowClan launched an attack at the same time as the battle for Sunningrocks had taken place, and Softsight frowned. Of all the under-pawed tactics to use...

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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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[roaringsun]

〔✦〕Every pawstep on the trek back to camp is heavy. At one point, he feels like he's dragging himself back, like his legs simply don't work — crawling like a newborn kitten. Raccoonstripe's weight upon him doesn't make it any easier, the scent of blood hanging heavy in the air. His fur, wet and clinging to his body, causes him to shiver with each passing breeze; he cannot wait to have his wounds checked so he can warm up in his nest.

Roaringsun is quiet as they break through the gorse tunnel, helping Raccoonstripe be steady on his paws when his legs threaten to give in. He is quiet, as he listens to Gentlestorm snap at Stormywing for her cross-clan relations and kittens. He grimaces at the thought of Flamestar's punishment to the tabby and catches himself wondering if ThunderClan would show a similar outburst at his friendship with Hawkspine.

Once the lead warrior is settled in a nest in the medics' den does he leave. His wounds can be tended to another time. Roaringsun coughs loudly, hoping it might remind Gentlestorm of where and what he should be doing right now. He will die if you don't help. Squirrelpaw too. How many more were wounded. . . ? What's this about ShadowClan? There is so much being said all at once, and his head spins.

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

• ooc.
• ROARINGSUN —— warrior of thunderclan , mentor to none . npc x npc . littermate to npcs ✦ penned by nocthymia
  ✦ male / he/him / 14 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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[Palefire]

So much was happening simultaneously that it became a challenge to take it all in. Cats filtered into the camp from both battles, some drastically worse off than the rest. Raccoonstripe was practically dragged into the medicine den by Roaringsun and Pinestep, and Palefire's eyes widened in horror after them. Where's Nightbird? She hadn't seen her former mentor since she returned, but if she had stayed here, she would have been with them now. The lynx-point wouldn't be surprised to find out that the lead warrior had gone to help, but was she okay? Her mate clearly was not.

And Squirrelpaw... Stormywing and Bugpaw cried out for their fallen kin, and Palefire's chest tightened at the sight of a small body lying broken upon the ground. That could've been Ivorypaw or Meadowpaw. As the thought flashed through her mind, the alabaster apprentice joined her, pressing into her side. The young warrior released a shaky breath, wrapping her tail around her and shifting slightly closer. This is hard... She'd never been a parent before, or really had anyone to worry about like this. But now, seeing the devastation tearing her clan apart, she realized that she would do anything to keep her girls safe. Keep them alive.

Finally, Gentlestorm appeared in a whirlwind of rage and bitter words. Confusion furrowed her brow as she still watched the scene unfold silently, but it was all becoming impossible to follow. What was all this about Riverclan kits? He was shouting disparagingly into Stormywing's face; Stormywing had cross-clan kits? How was that possible? She was one of the most staunchly loyal cats she'd ever known. Thankfully, Roeflame and Flamestar stepped in to stop the medicine cat quickly enough, because there were others who needed him desperately. Her gaze flickered to Tallstep, still bleeding as severely as he had when she'd rescued him.

At Flamestar's request for volunteers, Palefire exhaled with relief, glad she could finally do something to help. Sitting here listening to everyone shouting at one another made her paws itch. "I'll stand guard tonight," she rasped decisively to her leader, dipping her head. She was undoubtedly among the least injured of her clanmates, though she didn't know whether or not she should be ashamed of it. Perhaps she had just grown more capable in her fighting skills...? The warrior stood sorely, turning to the apprentice tucked into her side. "You need to see Gentlestorm and get that eye taken care of." Palefire leaned down and gently rasped her tongue over Ivorypaw's ear, her icy gaze shining with admiration. "I'm proud of you. You fought well today."

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  PALEFIRE ♡ she / her, warrior of thunderclan, 20 moons
  ⭃ lh lilac lynx point w/ low white and blue eyes
  ⭃ single, crushing on no one / npc x npc / sister to bluestride
  ⭃ mentoring meadowpaw & ivorypaw / mentored by nightbird
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / all opinions ic
  ⭃ underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by limerence ↛ @limericks. on discord, dm for plots.