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[Flamestar]

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The trek had been long, one of the longest she had ever made back to the camp. There had been several times when she had considered letting him rest, and her run back to the camp to get help...but she would never leave anyone alone in this state. Has anyone noticed our absence? Probably not.. Falconheart's more than likely, but there clanmate's probably assumed she was staying out of the camp as long as she could after being stuck in there for so long. "Just a little bit father...we're almost home." She tried her best to be comforting, but it was difficult when the smell of blood between the two of them was so strong. When she had spotted the long jagged scratches across his back, it had resurfaced memories from the journey. Of Stormfeather laying there, limp...how she still was unable to use her backlegs. It had settled her nerves slightly when he was able to rise to his paws, but the wounds were still too close for comfort.

By now, the sun had already had its highest point in the day, and was starting its travel towards the water that swallowed it at night. She could see the camp now. The deputy searched for any signs of anyone outside or nearby, but when she didn't see anyone, she turned to glance at Falconheart. He was holding up a paw, blood trickling down from it. "One more rest...we're so close." She pressed her nose to his forehead, and let him sit for a moment. At least we've made it home before dark.

After the final rest several tail lengths outside the camp, Flamewhisker and Falconheart finally made the push through the camp's tunnel. Many surprised expressions were thrown their way, but she kept her gaze focused on the Medicine Den. "Fetch Gentlestorm." she ordered to whoever approached them first. She waited for a moment while the clanmate darted away before turning her gaze to the forming crowd around them. "There was a rogue. I heard Falconheart's yowl and found the rogue trying to kill him.." She paused, her gaze darkening for a moment before blinking it away. "The body is near the snake rocks. It will need disposed of so it doesn't attract predators."

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

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  Flame just has a couple scratches (one nick above her eye, and a scratch on her shoulder), but she is notably covered in blood
  
  @FALCONHEART & @GENTLESTORM but you may respond before them!
  
• FLAMEWHISKER —— deputy of thunderclan , mentoring none . storm x lily . littermate to nala, smokey, and nemo ✦ penned by icey !
  ✦ afab / she/her / 34 moons & ages every 20ᵗʰ
  ✦ widowed / heterosexual / closed to romance
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— difficult in battle
  
  ✦ "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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[leafhusk]

⚘ the day went on like any other, with the blistering sun high in the sky, beating down a pool of warmth. she finally had time to relax as everything began to wind down, birdsong ringing somewhere distantly. golden eyes gaze around the ravine, and when she realizes two clanmates haven’t been around most of the day, the scent of copper hits her nose. it grows and grows until the familiar sun kissed pelt emerges from the tunnel, heavily injured son leaning against her.

not even a full day back to work, and the deputy is covered in blood. leafhusk’s nose wrinkles involuntary at the smell, rising to her paws to make her way over. she stands at a safe distance, feeling awkward to inch any closer. the forest burns deep within her gaze, a fierce protection over anyone who dares harm her son. a mother’s love.

"thank the stars you’re both alright." she comments, looking at flaconheart for a moment, her stomach dropping at the severity of his wounds. he is strong, despite his exterior— there is a lot of life left in him. flycatcher was looking down on them both today.

she considers offering to take a patrol out to dispose of the body, but with how the both of them looked, she doesn’t want to see how badly the deputy tore that thing apart.​

 

[FALCONHEART]

𓍊𓋼 Fire trails streaks up his spine, singing each and every nerve that it touches. The wounds along his back are the worst, clearly, and it’ll take a lot of care to keep them from getting infected. Even though his head is clouded with thick fog, Falconheart does his best not to brush up against anything as he and his mother make their way slowly back to camp. The only thing that he leans against is the familiar pelt of bright red at his side, and even that seems almost too much for him to bear. But she’d offered, so of course he had accepted. He wouldn’t have ever been able to haul himself, bleeding heavily as he is, all the way back to camp. With bitterness coating his tongue he accepts that without Flamewhisker happening upon the scene, he would certainly have died.

"It hurts," he gasps, nearly doubled over as he seeks solace in the hard ground below him, some sort of shelter from the pain. They’re nearly there, his mother’s voice says, and relief floods his veins. His eyes well with tears, tracing lines down his face, and when he rises once more to continue their long journey, he’s forced to swipe at his eyes with a paw to clear away the blurriness. The trek is long and hard in his current state, head spinning anytime he moves too quickly, but at last it’s over as they step into the threshold of camp together.

Thankfully, the deputy takes care of explaining the situation, leaving the cream tabby to focus entirely on staying upright. His paws are trembling when he looks down at them—and it’s not the same nervous shaking that he gets on occasion. It’s a full-blown tremor, vibrating his paws against the ground. He doesn’t know what to say. He doesn’t know what to think. Thankfully, the fluffy lead warrior speaks up to thank the stars for their safety. "Yeah… we’re fine," he murmurs in response, but there aren’t any stars to thank for their survival. The only reason he’s still alive is Flamewhisker. He’d made his mother do something terrible… because he hadn’t been able to simply protect himself.

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 take the world by storm

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  FALCONHEART ❯❯ he/him, thunderclan warrior
  ⭃ shorter than average cream tabby with white spotting. seems gloomy and has few friends, but is a hard worker and never neglects his duties.
  ⭃ son of flamewhisker and flycatcher ; brother to stormfeather, scorchedkit, bugkit, sunkit, squirrelkit, sparrowpaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ⭃ penned by foxlore

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[BURNSTORM]

It was a strange feeling, this feeling of absolute failure that rises in his chest when he sees Falconheart. Not the dusty toms failure, but his own. If he was a better mentor he would have been able to defend himself, Badgerstripe would have known better than to sneak off, a thousand things would be different. He comes to stand next to Leafhusk, golden eyes shining with a thousand emotions and anger brewing in his chest. A rogue on ThunderClan's territory, a cat who had dared to come upon their land and mark one of their warriors. If they were not already dead then Burnstorm would go out and tear his claws through their flesh himself in retribution if he could. "I'll take a patrol to dispose of it." he offers to the deputy, already planning in his head which cats he would bring and finding that Stormywing was already at the forefront of his mind.

"I'm also glad you're both okay" he offers quietly after Leafhusk, taking in the damage that marrs mother and sons coats alike, though he can tell most of the blood on Flamewhisker did not belong to her. He cannot say he blames her, in her paws he would have done the same to anyone who dared lay a claw on one of his kits.

He dips his head respectfully and turns to go and find cats to bring with him on his patrol.

( ☼ ) come and take it

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  BURNSTORM THUNDERCLAN LEAD WARRIOR ; HE / HIM ; BROTHER TO MORNINGPAW, MOONWHISPER, HOWLFIRE, FIREFLYGLOW, SKYCLAW & DUSKBIRD ; MATE TO ROEFLAME ; FATHER TO DOVEKIT, BEETLEKIT, AND LITTLEKIT
  

  A large, sharp tongued, tom with long black fur and golden, oval shaped, eyes.

  ✦ Difficult in battle. A skilled fighter + fights honorably
  

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[THUNDERGLEAM]

Blood stank the place out, that sickening scent of suffering- Thundergleam managed to keep her fur lying flat, keping ethereal composure as she drifted over. Concern darkened the rosy dawn of her eyes, clouds drifting over scarlet pupils. Falconheart faltered against the weight of his mother, pain blatant in his gaze. Fury and resolution only were blazing upon Flamewhisker's expression, however- eyes darkened with anger flared as they spoke of the rogue. Filthy, filthy claws... they had found purchase upon her son, and had paid for it, by he sound of it.

Claret clung to both of them. Thundergleam could only hope that rogue had been given a quick death...

Flamewhisker's prime concern was Gentlestorm, and she would not stand in her way. Leafhusk thanked StarClan, so all that was left for Thundergleam to do was to cast a glance Burnstorm's way. Dispose of the body, for predators would dien if they didn't- more misfortune would find ThunderClan, and in good conscience Thundergleam could not let tht happen. "It shall be a starless burial," the albino molly murmured, eyes closing for a moment. Then, resolute rose fixed upon burnstorm. "Burnstorm- may I accompany you?"​

penned by pin ☾​