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[Flamestar]

〔✦〕“You were right.”

She would hold Raccoonstripe’s gaze as she says the words before they even had the chance to erupt from within him. Sunningrocks was gone and they had lost a piece to Shadowclan. Their hunting grounds were smaller than they ever have been before, and it was her fault for not listening. She had tried to keep the peace, to uphold Berryheart’s omen, to not let Riverclan fall by training their Medicine Cat…and look where it had gotten them. Nearly every pelt in her clan bore new scars, their pelts thick and stained with blood. The fresh kill pile was empty, and now there were less paws able to hunt and restock their supplies.

“They will pay for what they’ve done.” Shadowclan…Riverclan…everyone. Claws would slide out of her blood stained paws, and she would turn to meet each of her council member’s gazes. Her eyes were still burning with the heat of battle, with the shock of Stormywing’s announcement…with the fear and grief of almost losing her daughter. “They have stolen from us, so we will steal from them. Send hunting patrols to their territories...they clearly don't care about our borders, so neither will we....except Windclan.” An outright command to break the Warrior Code…the rule she had so strongly believed in…but Riverclan and Shadowclan hadn’t thought twice before stealing the prey out of her clan’s mouth. The code was what separated them from rogues, but she would die before she allowed her clan to starve because of what was stolen so wrongfully from them.

But she had a plan.

“Riverclan is clearly allied with Skyclan and Shadowclan. We will ally with Windclan. Scorchstar does not like Riverclan...they killed her mate." There was little pain comparable to the loss of a mate. She had little reason to believe Scorchstar would deny her proposition. "Our hunting grounds are smaller than they ever have been...than we can survive on...but with Windclan's help, we could claim and hunt at Fourtrees."

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

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• 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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[leafhusk]

flamestar ushered her council into the leader’s den like sheep. the sepia trudges after, hobbling on one good shoulder, pain searing every step. leafhusk sits, and begins to lick her wound. the taste is coppery on her tongue, reminding her of an ambush she feels ashamed about. no one can blame her for what happened, but, stars she feels like an idiot. embarrassment prickles under her skin, ears strained to listen to what flamestar had to say to ignore it for a moment.

is flamestar using scorchstar’s grief to feed our bellies? leafhusk immediately wonders, eyeing the molly. it’s hard to tell where the fresh wounds begin, and her stripes end. windclan is currently the only place left in this damned forest that doesn’t want their heads rolling, though, so she’ll conclude that it was a mere slip of the tongue.

"fourtrees…" she murmurs, tilting her chin away from her bleeding shoulder. "we need that land." there’s no room for ifs, butts, what ifs. they had to claim fourtrees or else thunderclan may very well perish before the snow melts.

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