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[Moonbeam]

// this takes place after this private, which is still happening! Notes will be at the bottom of my post to avoid timeline errors/to reflect this

Moonpaw was upset. She had stupidly wandered off without realizing it, had put her friends in danger, had gotten surprise attacked when she really shouldn't have, and now she was fighting back tears, angry that they dared threaten to fall when it wasn't even her that had to fight the brunt of it, that had to deal with... that. She glanced over to Claypaw before looking away. She'd known the rogue somehow, had spoken to her as if she knew who she was, as if she had had similar conversations before, but despite that she'd still fought her, still helped Moonpaw and the other two apprentices that were there instead of joining the rogue as too many within the clan would think she would do and Moonpaw couldn't help but be thankful for that, for how some clanmates were wrong about the former colony members that were now a part of their ranks.

They neared the patrol now, the patrol that Moonpaw had asked to join to find flowers to give to the kittens that were stuck being kits for longer than they had been told, camellia that now lay plucked and dying on the border as the younger cats had come together to make sure they made it back to the patrol without running into another rogue, and they'd be lucky that it was just the one. As the patrol came into sight the first words that left the red-stained apprentice now were to ask for her mentor, "Can someone get Ravensong please." She'd plead out quietly, ears flattened to her head as she leaned against Beepaw for now, "There's a rogue back there." Brain rushed as mouth shut, choosing not to say anything else for now. That was the most important part. There was a rogue and they were injured and Moonpaw didn't have herbs with her to help heal, even if she did she couldn't reach her own wounds properly and didn't know if there would be anything else she'd need to help heal past the basic wounds they all seemed to wear on their pelts.

I WISH PLANT LIFE ꕥ WOULD GROW ALL AROUND ME

• The little band of apprentices are far enough away from the border at this point for cats gathering here to not be able to see Hazel! Any threads of patrols heading out that way would be best to wait for more info from the private or from one of the apprentices saying what happened!
  
  Moon is awake and is able to walk but is in pain, her biggest injury/worry is there are now two large claw marks criss-crossing along her shoulder blades and back and she is half-covered in mud
  
  apprentices that were involved @otterpaw @claypaw @BEEPAW
  mentors/tags @SMOKESTAR @coyotecreek @RAVENSONG but no need to wait!
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  MEDICINE CAT IN TRAINING;
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ FLESH WOUNDS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ INFECTIONS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ ACHES & PAINS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ ILLNESS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ BREATHING ISSUES
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ TRAVELING HERBS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ BROKEN BONES
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ KITTING
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ POISONS
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  ꕥ SH white masking cinnamon torbie w/orange eyes & small ears
  ꕥ speaks softly & often found humming
  ꕥ 9 moons old; ages the 17th every month
  ꕥ homosexual homoromantic ; interested in beepaw & redacted
  ꕥ currently being mentored by ravensong
  ꕥ easy to befriend/interact with ; hard to anger/upset
  ꕥ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ꕥ easy in combat unless in water, focuses on defensive tactics
  ꕥ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[coyotecreek]

( ★ ) coyotecreek crouches over the ice, paws damp and slightly stained with fish blood. beside him, a small pile of prey sits, a few small fish that have taken more time than he'd like to admit to catch. he'd sent otterpaw off to search for moonpaw, vaguely thinking the boy needed a bit of a break anyway, but as he glances to the sky, he notes the position of the sun and realizes a lot more time has passed since he'd sent his apprentice out. in that time, claypaw has dashed off too, worried about her denmates or perhaps wanting to join in their break, coyotecreek isn't sure. muscles straining as he stretches and pulls himself upright. "the apprentices should be back by now," he comments, brow furrowing. "i told otterpaw not to go far, but i can't see him."

the knowledge of rogues lurking along the borders has weighted heavy on his mind- he had been reluctant to let moonpaw even accompany them, knowing the apprentice's tendency to wander. she'd come with so she'd have cats to support her if there was trouble, and now that two other apprentices have followed suit in wandering off, coyotecreek feels a deep unease. "i'm going to go-" he's about to inform the patrol of his plan to search for the wayward kids when there's a sound from the undergrowth. the scent of blood grows stronger, and the three apprentices hobble into sight. "moonpaw..." odd eyes widen, a breath ripping from coyotecreek's throat and he bounds forward, scanning the formerly snow hued molly. "otterpaw, what..?" there's the urge to scold, worry almost pours from his tongue, but instead he turns to smokestar. "i'll fetch ravensong." he tells the leader, long legs already moving to dash off.

// coyo has gone to fetch @RAVENSONG <3 hope my reply is ok! ​

 

[BEEFANG]

I HEARD, I HEARD ACROSS THE MOONLIT SEA — She walks alongside Moonpaw feeling her coat press against her own and the night shrouding the moon offering it protection from further harm, Bee can still feel her blood boiling as her head leans slightly to swipe her sandpaper tongue across Moonpaw's ears in a comforting manner and when Coyotecreek sees what has happened to them does she simply flick her ear watching as the tom bolts off to retrieve Ravensong. Beepaw remains at her friends side refusijgbto leave it and if the raven pelted healer tried to peel the bristling molly from Moon's side then there would be issues (ones that would involve Bee telling Ravensong to go eat a toad.) Her mismatched gaze focusing onto her father only to glance away mumbling quietly to Moonpaw "Don't wander again..." Her voice almost a whisper as she adds on with a small frown and worry present in her eyes, "Please..." A silent plea for the other to not leave her side again, she cannot imagine how she'd feel if rogues took away her Moon... She doesn't even want to imagine it.

From the corner of her eye does she watch the other apprentices deciding to keep quiet about the fact that Claypaw had seemed to recognize that foxhearted rogue that had hurt her clanmate, Bee straightens up her posture remaining silent after she had murmured to her friend.

THE OLD VOICE WARNING ME ✦ BEWARE, BEWARE THE DAUGHTER OF THE SEA

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  ✦ shorthaired black smoke molly w/low white and mismatched eyes
  ✦ oftentimes comes off as untrusting of those around her, closed off, and not the easiest to engage in conversation with, she's not easy to befriend. all her opinions are IC only.
  ✦ 8 moons old; ages the 10th every month
  ✦ sexuality unknown; currently interested in no one
  ✦ currently being mentored by smokestar
  ✦ firstborn daughter of cicadastar and smokestar
  ✦ sister of cicadapaw and cricketpaw
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✦ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[valesight ➶]

⸙͎｡˚⋆ ⍋ ѧѦ ѧ⍋ ⸙͎｡˚⋆

It was a death sentence to be out here beyond the sedge-lined camp that kept them well-protected. Every time he was forced beyond its embrace the chill of the earth became frighteningly sharp, the merciless nature of ... well nature was hard to ignore where monsters lurked in every shadow. A particularly jumpy boy, one not keen on finding himself a rogue's meal, Valepaw had more or less stubbornly clung to the warriors, even as his den-mates had trickled away one after another to assist the pale priestess in her search.

Sun-spring eyes find Coyotecreek as the tom mutters something of timing... and the numbness in his paws tells Valepaw he ought to agree- so much time had passed and still nothing. (He found this torturous, given that he was no great hunter to contribute and would barely be able to defend himself if they were found out by enemies). But it seems the twang-voice feline won't get the chance to go hunting for Otterpaw The Hellion- it's a dumb wonder that the warrior isn't worried that his apprentice isn't the one beating up his den-mates out of sight (he had a history for it).

The sour smell of copper snakes in horrid stench through the undergrowth just as four shadows come to light- he cannot help but grow agonized to realize its home, who bleeds between rigid shoulders that support her. "The night's sun..." his voice is hushed, ears folded back as he searches her face for answers.

There is only hot shame there.

But why?

It was never her job to fight... it is the failings of his miserable nest-neighbors that saw her harmed.

Coyotecreek flees to find her mentor and nervously, he glances towards his own mentor with a baby-eyed question, Can we go home? It's proven to be dangerous here...


@Redpath mentor tag​

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[Redpath]

The sight of their apprentices returning with Moonpaw injured makes her fur bristle in alarm. Anger rushes through her as she contemplates rushing off to find the rogue who did this, but she knows better. She's powerful, but not strong enough to take down multiple rogues, if there were more than one. They've already lost to these rogues, she considers it a blessing that Moonpaw is still standing.

She catches Valepaw's gaze, and she pauses. She can't rush into battle with him... Not when he's been so adamant about not fighting despite her best efforts, he'll get killed...

"Valepaw, walk with them back to camp." She tells him. She doesn't want to see him die.

Looking to Smokestar, she awaits his orders. "I'll hunt that rogue down and tear them apart, just give me the word." She says, her claws kneading the ground beneath them. She wants to show these rogues who the real threat is. They've gotten too ballsy lately. She wants to remind them of their place.

Off Riverclan territory, or dead.​

 

[RAVENSONG]

It is like any other day, with Ravensong slowly tending to the dwindling pile of herbs in his den. Leafbare has not been easy on them, but he has been managing with the minimal stock he has left. When Coyotecreek reaches him with news of a band of apprentices having been attacked, Ravensong is kicked into a panic. Moonpaw had been among them, and he cannot afford his apprentice to be severely wounded. They need all paws on deck with the frequent rogue attacks, and Ravensong fears the worst.

He hurriedly grabs the usuals for an attack, not knowing what exactly he would run into. He follows the warrior back to where the shattered patrol regroups. His eyes focus on the white pelt of Moonpaw, and graze over the darker fur of Beepaw. "Moonpaw," He breathes, identifying the scent of blood heaviest on his apprentice. He is unfazed by Beepaw's protectiveness, pushing himself closer to inspect the deep wounds across her shoulders. Quickly, he attempts to apply cobweb to stop the bleeding.

"Who else is injured?" He demands. It's almost a snap. He's losing it.

☾₊ ⊹ темная ночь — dark is the night

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  RAVENSONG of RIVERCLAN — LH BLACK POLYDACTYL MALE (CARRYING CINNAMON, DILUTE) a tall, slender creature with pitch-black feathery fur, large ears, and a sharply angled skull held up in an aloof manner. smells of dried herb, speaks with a low and rumbly accent and walks with an elegant slinking gait.
  
  — born in twolegplace and orphaned at a young age, he joined riverclan at its inception and began training as a drypaw warrior known for a bitter temperment until beesong made him his medicine cat apprentice. after his mentor's untimely death, he had been named ravensong at the moonstone, young heart revitalized with anger and guilt. he is a somber and thorough medicine cat that guards every word spoken in the confines of his den.
  
  — secretly loves "the stars but not so much what inhabits them" — openly suffers from chronic migraines — single, but "it's complicated"

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[SMOKESTAR]

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"Moonpaw.."
They could not even move on their own land unguarded and free, a medicine cat apprentice could not pick a plant without spilling blood in rivulets in the shape of feathers folded across her back; pale fur looked eerily like snow and red burst in vivid color upon it just as easily. His clan's young torn asunder under his very nose, they could not even step a tail length anywhere without risk. It made him sick with fury, he swallows it back down to avoid looking as deranged as he felt inside; the desire to shred a pelt and shatter bones so powerful his claws unsheath reflexively as he tenses in place. Redpath's words cut through the fog, "Gather a patrol of warriors and apprentices that are over six moons and check the area."
The rogue was probably long gone by now but he would not leave them exposed under assumptions. He stands as a long shadow alongside Ravensong, a bitter reminder of their frailty when he glances sidelong at his medicine cat over his apprentice, his heart wrenches at Beepaw's declaration - it sings in agreement.
"No one leave the camp alone. Ravensong, you'll have full warrior escort for your herb gathering now..." He would find a means to spare them the extra force, it was not a risk he'd permit; the memories of Beesong alone in the night and their battered body spilled over rocks sends a shudder down his spine again.

✘ I've got a reputation and a name to uphold. ✘ Ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves.

• OOC NOTE: This was prior to the last meeting so this is the event that actually kicked the 'no leaving camp' rule into action for reference <3
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  Smokestar
  —⊰⋅ Leader of RiverClan
  —⊰⋅ He/Him
  "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  —⊰⋅ Black tom w/vitiligo & one orange eye.
  

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[claythorn]

Claypaw burned with anger.

Don't pretend y-you're one of them now. That's what her mother had said to her in the middle of trying to tear her to shreds. Claypaw walked unsupported, keeping a half-eye out for Otterpaw, as the river princess was supporting the healer in their midst. Claypaw scoffed at the thought of her blood mother being the one to have attacked them. She walked with a heavy limp, shoulders bunched together with anger and fangs still pressed together. She could still remember it now, biting down into the throat of that bitch-

The patrol saw them as they pushed through the reeds. Claypaw was wise enough to avoid the gaze of the other three apprentices that had been present for the rogue attack, the rogue's words directed towards Claypaw. Her head lifted, swiftly observing those present- The full medicine camp, warriors, Valepaw, the fucking King. A hot breath left her, curling white in the winter, as blood welled and dripped down her leg. "I'm injured." Her words are dull, thick with remaining aggression.

And as it faded, the adrenaline seeming to drip away with her blood, she felt it. The pain, the fear of knowing her mother knew where she lived. Vision snapped towards Smokestar. "The rogue is dead." Claypaw stated with a sharp voice, her ears stiff.

Was hate too strong a word, here? Hate for her blood mother? Hate that her peers knew what thing she was born from?

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ooc Information

• ooc: —
  "yuh"
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  a large, lh chocolate torbie towering, nine moons old, she/her. well-build and muscled. a drypaw. former river colony cat.

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[Moonbeam]

Red hot shame drips from the apprentice as those that were part of the patrol surround the four apprentices and quietly Moonpaw watches as Coyotecreek heads off to get her own mentor, to get Ravensong to help heal the wounds that shouldn't have happened but she could only thank StarClan that they were not worse, that she had not caused worse. Silently she offered a small nod to Beepaw's words, it was something she had been thinking of already, that even after this business with the rogues was dealt with - it didn't matter the means of which they were dealt with either - that she would not go out alone, that she would not so much as leave another clanmate's side for as long as she could get away with it if they were anywhere near the borders.

She is quiet as Ravensong rushes over, orange eyes looking to her mentor for a moment before he applied cobwebs to her own wounds the best he could in the moment before she looked to Claypaw as she spoke. "Come closer, it'll be quicker." She'd mew to the other, motioning the best she could while trying not to move as much as well for Claypaw to move closer to her, to get closer to Ravensong so he wouldn't have to go as far, so that things wouldn't take as much time to get patched up before they could go back to camp to get healed the rest of the way. For now she'd say nothing about what she'd heard the rogue say, that Claypaw had the same blood as her for it didn't matter. Whether she was same blood or not Claypaw had proven herself to Moonpaw that she was a RiverClanner through and through.

I WISH PLANT LIFE ꕥ WOULD GROW ALL AROUND ME

• 
  MEDICINE CAT IN TRAINING;
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ FLESH WOUNDS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ INFECTIONS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ ACHES & PAINS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ ILLNESS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ BREATHING ISSUES
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ TRAVELING HERBS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ BROKEN BONES
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ KITTING
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ POISONS
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  ꕥ SH white masking cinnamon torbie w/orange eyes & small ears
  ꕥ speaks softly & often found humming
  ꕥ 9 moons old; ages the 17th every month
  ꕥ homosexual homoromantic ; interested in beepaw & redacted
  ꕥ currently being mentored by ravensong
  ꕥ easy to befriend/interact with ; hard to anger/upset
  ꕥ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ꕥ easy in combat unless in water, focuses on defensive tactics
  ꕥ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[otterbite]

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- The chimera doesn't offer himself as a support to hold Moonpaw upright from her injuries, or any of his denmates for that matter. He padded alone, struggling on his own behind them from the bite wounds on his foreleg. Jagged teeth had sank into flesh and thrown him off, and Claypaw had finished the job on the rogue shortly after. Murdered, by her own kin.

Otterpaw glanced between the three mollies, waiting for one of them to say something, anything about Hazel. How she was Claypaw's mother, how she was a killer of her own kind. But they said nothing. Not until they returned to the patrol and the warriors began their questioning.

Otterpaw physically snapped at Coyotecreek the moment he said his name. "Otterpaw what? I didn't do this." He spat his venom and growled while the barncat turned to bring Ravensong. Coward. Otterpaw was ready to fight that rogue on his own while a battalion of warriors sat on their rears.

"The stupid rogue bit me, but it's nothing. She was easy to put down." Venom-piercing eyes briefly flickered over to Claypaw. "Yeah, she won't be a problem anymore."

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

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  OTTERPAW ✩ he/him, apprentice of riverclan, eleven moons.
  ⭃ scruffy blue/black chimera with white undercarriage and green eyes. noticeable kinked whiskers
  ⭃ adopted son to pikesplash // apprentice to coyotecreek
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay requires permission / / underline and tag when attacking or making an action toward
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by beatae ↛ gonkpilled on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[BEEFANG]

I HEARD, I HEARD ACROSS THE MOONLIT SEA — It didn't take long for Ravensong or the other warriors and her father from the patrol to find them, Beepaw keeps close with a flick of her large ears before listening as Smokestar says that nobody's allowed to leave camp by themselves and the bicolored molly has no arguments towards that. The raven pelted healer asks if anyone else is suffering injuries, the apprentice shakes her head only feeling sore due to the rogue having attempted to crush her while she had tried to attack the older molly and briefly glances to her bloodied paws. Her pupils narrow when Otterpaw claims that the rogue had been easy to put down and the fur along her spine lifts in the slightest, Bee parts her jaws only to speak coolly "Yes... Easy for Claypaw since she killed the rogue." Its spoken like a fact, yes, Otterpaw had attacked Hazel but the chocolate torbie had been the one to land the final blow. Her feathery tail lashes behind her rather in an irritated manner and it didn't surprise her that the blue tom would claim such a thing for himself.

Even if Claypaw had killed the rogue that had been her kin, Beepaw's still uncertain if she should trust the former Ripple Colonist but she remains quiet not saying another word or even sparing the chocolate and blaze pelted molly a glance. All she wished for right now was to get back to camp where Moonpaw could recover and be safe from any other rogues that could be lurking about.

THE OLD VOICE WARNING ME ✦ BEWARE, BEWARE THE DAUGHTER OF THE SEA

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• 
  ✦ shorthaired black smoke molly w/low white and mismatched eyes
  ✦ oftentimes comes off as untrusting of those around her, closed off, and not the easiest to engage in conversation with, she's not easy to befriend. all her opinions are IC only.
  ✦ 8 moons old; ages the 10th every month
  ✦ sexuality unknown; currently interested in no one
  ✦ currently being mentored by smokestar
  ✦ firstborn daughter of cicadastar and smokestar
  ✦ sister of cicadapaw and cricketpaw
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✦ peaceful powerplay allowed

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