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[REDFLOWER]

The hunting competition had dissolved; cats were beginning to head back to camp, and Redflower's golden eyes narrow into slits as she catches first Ravenstrike's eye, then Darkthistle's. The tortoiseshell warrior slips through the undergrowth until she and her companions are blocking the paths of two of Stormywing's little friends. Ploverhop and Roaringpaw had been gathering their prey and preparing to rejoin their group, but Redflower slips from the brambles and blocks their path.

Her voice is sweet and cool, at first. "How impressive, that you managed to catch anything," Redflower says, a smile thick and slow as a dribble of honey smearing across her features. "You really put your heart into it today, didn't you? Even kittypets get lucky sometimes, after all." Her tail begins to lash behind her.

"But we'll be taking that prey back for you." The sparse forest sun glints off the surface of newly-unsheathed claws. "You won't mind, will you?"

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• Redkit . Redpaw . Redflower, she/her w/ feminine terms.
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  — 14 moons old, ages realistically on the 15th.
  — mentored by NPC ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored n/a
  — thunderclan warrior. npc x npc, gen 1.
  — currently mated to n/a.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh tortoiseshell with low white and pale yellow eyes. bright, spiteful, impressionable.
  
  

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[darkthistle]

Grating. Agitating. How these... things got to waltz around, laugh, make fun of a serious thing. Thunderclan was weighed down under all of these kit's mouths, some of which were apprentices- now blundering through the forest and scaring any prey worth catching. It had made his lips curl and each thought track closer and closer towards solving the issue himself. and when Redflower's eyes catch his, his head tilted just like that in agreement.

A silent conversation that sealed the fate of the future. He follows her, silent in the underbrush, his thinner body agile in the face of thorn and bristle. Darkthistle steps free of the brambles, coming around on Redflower's left. Claws, wicked, cruel, begging to be used, slid out and pressed into the earth moments after Redflower demands the prey. "I surely hope you don't mind." He utters, ears shoving forward, deep ambers widening in thought of what might come next.

"Else I can remove your tongue." He warned, though he sounded like he was just having fun speaking of it, the way his head cocked. "Eyes or ears work too. Make it all look like an accident, that badger that came through the other day? Mm..." The cruel grin that spread on his lips made it obvious his 'fun' wasn't a joke. It was real, sharp teeth and scary, that Darkthistle wanted to spill blood. He was anxious to.​

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[roaringsun]

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Roaringpaw was proud of his performance in the hunting competition, eyes sparking with happiness and amazement at how much his skills had improved over his moons of training as a ThunderClan apprentice.

He had defended Ploverhop when some of their clanmates had decided to be nasty to the warrior, but now they didn't talk much. What else was there to talk about other than the harassment both of them faced? It wasn't a pleasant talk, and even Roaringpaw knew when to be quiet so it's not super awkward ( a lesson he had learned the hard way ).

His neck fur bristles as Redflower and Darkthistle approach, his hackles raising and muscles tensing. What did they want now? They were more than unpleasant to deal with, and always seemed to enjoy picking on others for no good reason. And then it comes: We will be taking that prey back for you. Redflower's voice is venomous and cold, and Roaringpaw might be inclined to think of her as more snake than cat.

Tail lashing, the flame-point stands on top of the prey he had caught, protecting it from the paws of his clanmates. "I do mind," Roaringpaw rasps, his eyes ablaze and holding back the urge to be louder and make more of a scene. But that's exactly what they want.

"We caught these and we will be the ones to bring them back." The apprentice mews firmly, maintaining eye contact with the bullies. He's not scared of them. He's not scared of them. He's not scared of them.

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[Flamestar]

〔✦〕"Their scent trail leads this way." Her voice was merely above a hiss, before signaling with her tail for those who had followed her to continue from here on stealthily. Ploverhop and Roaringpaw's scents were fainter...Ravenstrike, Redflower, and Darkthistle had followed them. She had held onto the hope that they would stumble across their clanmates and simply have to remind them of the time, but she couldn't ignore the feeling of danger that was becoming more and more eminent.

After a few moments of following the trail, she could hear voices now. 'But we'll be taking that prey back for you. You won't mind, will you?' Redflower. 'Else I can remove your tongue' Darkthistle. Her eyes widened, and she cast a quick glance over her shoulder towards her clanmates. Her muzzle thrust left, then right, a silent command for her clanmates to surround them.

The deputy waited a few heartbeats for the warriors to get into position. 'Make it all look like an accident, that badger that came through the other day?' Anger roared in her chest, but thankfully it didn't take long for the others to surround the group. Immediately after Roaringpaw spoke, Flamewhisker would burst from the undergrowth. Green eyes ignited, burning into Darkthistle. "What in the name of Starclan is the meaning of this? Stealing their prey that they caught? Threatening to remove their tongues, making it look like an accident from a badger? You three will answer to Howlingstar immediately." In all of her seasons alive, she had never heard such vile things come from clanmates. Claws glistened in the sunlight as if daring for them to run. As wrong as it felt to think about attacking another Thunderclanner, she would. "Ploverhop, Roaringpaw, are you two alright?" She quickly glanced them over, ensuring they were uninjured before raising her muzzle. "Leafhusk, run ahead and alert Howlingstar."

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  ✦ afab / she/her / 34 moons & ages every 20ᵗʰ
  ✦ widowed / heterosexual / closed to romance
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
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[badgerstripe]

" There you are! " Badgerstripe calls out upon finding their scent, relieved that they seemed unscathed. But upon catching the words that are told, between one competitor to another, her joyful expression quickly sours.

Trouble was just as she could have guessed.. but not as malicious as this. Ravenstrike, Redflower and Darkthistle threaten the two - a new warrior, and an apprentice much younger than all of them - for their prey. Badgerstripe's fur bristles as she follows Flamewhisker to check on the two, most notably Roaringpaw, who had voiced his concerns to her not that long ago. What was meant to be a lighthearted competition to settle a score, and most importantly feed their influx of kits and new young apprentices, was being exploited to further an unjust cause.

" Fox-hearts, " Badgerstripe mutters lowly, while she moves closer to examine @roaringpaw for any sign of harm. " Did they touch you? Or you? " He gaze then flicks to Ploverhop as well, creased with worry. How could she trust her Clanmates out together when they acted like this?

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[THUNDERGLEAM]

Oh... Stars. Thundergleam had not been expecting this sight- cats closed in on, made small... threatened by those who were meant to be compassionate. Pale locks prickled uncomfortably, mallow-flower eyes aglow with great pity for these lost souls. To herald them back home, would it be possible? With hatred so deeply entwined in their words... did they not see that ThunderClan was stronger united?

She itched, suddenly, with an urge to enact judgement ... but they were to answer to Howlingstar. The fates had not placed Thundergleam alone with them for a reason; their blood would be fertilising the forest by now, if such a timeline had come to be. Hatred was as unfixable as great sorrow. Perhaps it would not be StarClan who would meet these cats, though.

Stark in the shade, she stood slightly behind Badgerstripe, sharing a look among her patrol members. "Friends," she uttered, deeply despaired. "Why rend your Clan apart over a few pieces of prey? Look into your souls and mend them. It is what the Stars wish."​

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[PLOVERHOP ★]

࿔*:･ﾟ༄　Hunting is one of the many things which Ploverhop prides themself on. They are a good warrior, and they serve their clan well. It doesn't really matter the motivation; if they're more interested in the showing off part than the feeding others part, that's their own business. Their smile is bright as they gather up their catches. Nothing like a good competition to keep them feeling energized.

The mirth is quick to sour, a gaggle of young warriors causing their smile to waver. They know these three, and they know before they even open their mouths that they mean trouble. A wary glance is shot to Roaringpaw, and the warrior steps closer to him protectively.

"Hey, now," they start with a smile. Darkthistle's words pierce fear through their heart, but they do not let it show on their face. Every day it just seems to get worse. "Is that any way to talk to your clanmates?" They want to hope that it's a bluff, but there's something stormy brewing in the younger warrior's eyes. Their smile is crooked, but it does not shake. "Roaringpaw's right, we're bringing these back. We caught 'em fair and square, got it?" They stare the warriors down, bracing themself for what's to come -

But the deputy beats them to it, and Ploverhope breathes a sigh of relief.

She heard it, all of it, which means they won't have to worry about being believed. Their fur begins to flatten. "We're - yeah, we're alright. Not hurt or anything." Not yet, they don't say. Their grin brightens, lightness flooding back into their chirrup of a voice. "Our saviors! Good thing you came when you did, or..." they trail off, a nervous laugh trickling from their maw. "Well. No need to worry about that, heh. Bet their bite's worse than their bark, anyways." They can only hope.

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  PLOVERHOP ༊ they / them, warrior of thunderclan, nineteen moons.
  ➳ a large, black-striped lilac cat with vivid golden-orange eyes.
  ➳ bright and bouncy with a penchant for mischief. rarely seen without a smile.
  ➳ npc x npc; former kittypet.
  ➳ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ➳ penned by SATURNID ↛ saturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[darkthistle]

Bile rose in his throat the instant he caught scent of Flamewhisker- but it was too little, too late. Hot shame smashed into him, turning ears red, but it was swept away with the thought of too little, too late. Had he been more careful, Darkthistle's tongue would have been held while the others found themselves in a mess, but he wasn't experienced. Vision snapped towards his allies, then towards Flamewhisker. His chin lifted, challenge in his eyes.

He didn't speak, but the frustration on his face was clear enough. "I think you know exactly what you heard. I'm not explaining myself to the likes of you." Darkthistle said, his tail lashing. Cats move to be soft on their clanmates, and he rolls his eyes. No more resisting- the game was up, for him, anyways. "Yeah, Leafhusk. Go mope to Howlingstar." He uttered under his breath, and his head turned towards Thundergleam.

Something just snapped, and he snarled deeply, ears turning backwards and pupils narrowing to thin slits. "My souls? Mend them? The wound is the outsiders that have been allowed in. Kittypets, kitty-pet born. You aren't so different, Thundergleam." Darkthistle said, his lips pulled backwards. As he stepped forward, he aimed to shove past her, with a scathing remark tossed back towards Ploverhop. "Careful, Everkit." He does not explain why, does not shift his focus back towards Ploverhop before he's being escorted back to camp.​

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[THUNDERGLEAM]

She had thought it all over, for now- that retribution would come soon enough by Howlingstar's star-touched tongue, but ... Darkthistle spoke, and ignited a white flame within her. Cold fire, blistering- she urned upon him with wide eyes. He knew nothing, nothing- he was ignorant still to the prophecy that had brought her here. The will of the Stars that brought suitable souls to ThunderClan's border. What did Darkthistle know beyond his own nose?

And to call her, her a wound ... offence kept that fire in her eyes burning. She flinched, staggered as he shoved into her- pristine fangs sank into a pink tongue, and her nose wrinkled. She stayed outwardly calm, but her demeanour had become corpse-cold; pale limbs strode forward, a single step. She dared not engage any further physicaly, but her tail lashed with icy words. "You are lucky it is not my judgement you are facing." And she meant it. There was something poisoned within him, something that needed to be purged one way or another. The Stars had another plan for him ... he did not deserve the relief of death, truly, or he would have been brought to her waiting claws.​

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[PALEFIRE]

She wanted to be surprised at the situation they’d just walked into, but she wasn’t. Redflower had always annoyed her, that much was obvious to anyone who’d seen their little argument; but beyond that, she’d felt something dark and treacherous growing amongst some of her clanmates for a while now. Ravenstrike had always been aggressive and foul, she’d seen it firsthand when they’d found Ivorykit by the Thunderpath. Darkthistle was apart of that band of apprentices that had been causing trouble for them all for a while now. So no, it didn’t surprise her that this particular trio would stoop so low.

Her hackles rose angrily as their group moved on Flamewhisker’s command, surrounding the five ‘missing’ Thunderclanners as they continued threatening Roaringpaw and Ploverhop. She held no particular love for either of the two kittypets, but even she felt bile rise in the back of her throat at the words that were being spat at them. How cowardly, to make their move when they thought no one else was around. “Snakes,” she hissed venomously as their deputy stepped out to confront them. They would face Howlingstar’s judgement now, good; she would not hesitate to admit that she was glad to see them all, but especially Redflower, getting exactly what they deserved. With any luck, the clan would soon be rid of their stain.

Darkthistle predictably made a scene on his way out, shoving past Thundergleam as he stormed away. Her claws flexed into the earth at the pathetic display, and she growled after him in tandem with the ivory warrior’s own retort. “Go on, foxheart. Slink away to face your punishment, alongside the rest of the rats.” She struggled to keep from doing more, but she would not lower herself to their level; at least, not without good reason. Instead she gave a subtle nod to Thundergleam, her feathery tail flicking briefly across her flank to wordlessly make sure she was okay. They had another scene waiting for them back at camp now.

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  PALEFIRE ♡ she / her, warrior of thunderclan, 17 moons
  ⭃ lh lilac lynx point w/ low white and blue eyes.
  ⭃ currently emotionally withdrawn, all opinions are strictly ic.
  ⭃ single, padding after skyclaw / npc x npc / sister to bluestride.
  ⭃ mentor to meadowpaw and Ivorypaw / formerly mentored by nightbird.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted.
  ⭃ underline and tag when attacking.
  ⭃ penned by limerence ↛ @limericks. on discord, dm for plots.

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