seems every path leads me to nowhere / shadowclan hunting patrol

Chaos erupts, almost as a rule.

They hadn’t even been here long— how could ThunderClan find them so quickly? Betonyfrost’s head jerks up like a startled deer. She moves quickly, sidestepping tussles between her clanmates and those of ThunderClan, intent to find Roosterstrut in the fray. He seems to have been identified as the patrol head; Betonyfrost sees multiple warriors trying to—

The nubs of her ears perk.

They don’t attack, not yet, and are instead trying to convince Roosterstrut to call the patrol off. Her gut warms to a boil, the fur along her arched spine stood on end. Frustration mounts into a spit, and at once Betonyfrost is at Roosterstrut’s flank.

“If you aren’t making a choice, I am,” She snaps to Roosterstrut, and then to the ThunderClanners, “Don’t forget who was here before any of the clans— we made you!”

With that Betonyfrost slinks in front of Roosterstrut, her green eyes flicking from one face to another. She settles on a dark molly, slight framed, and the tensing of her muscles are the only warning given before Betonyfrost leaps, aiming to pin her to the ground and, if successful, rake her claws across her face.

//interacting with @nightbird​
shadowclan warrior | blue mackerel tabby | 16 moons | tags​
 
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"WELL, I'VE GOT THICK SKIN AND AN ELASTIC HEART"​
His curved claws make impact, slicing through dark fur and sinking their razor tipped edges into delicate flesh. The fresh, pungent smell of blood splices through the air and the thrill reverberates within the blue warrior. He had not actually fought in what felt like moons, the exhilaration was palpable. Spectermask wasn't as surprised as Stormchaser had intended for them to be, but that was fine. The challenge was worth it. He'd send these swamp rats back to the hole where they emerged from.
The masked warrior swings their head as a massive snarl rips from their own throat, then a flash ivory glints under the weak veil of moonlight that penetrates through the canopy of trees before Stormchaser feels a heavy swipe underneath his eye. His own blood spurts from the new lacerations, slicing through fur and the delicate skin upon his face. He grimaces in pain, his orange hued eyes wild with rage. A murderous snarl splits the air between them as he tried to regain himself from the blow he endured. Spectermask's eyes flick between him and their apprentice, who by now Pebblepaw was aiming for. "Keep your eyes on me, maggot!" He snarls, aiming to dig his claws deeper into the shaded warrior's shoulder. He curls the lower half of his body, aiming to surge his hind legs upwards to connect with Spectermask's throat or chest with a powerful kick. Hopefully with them being distracted, he could connect and they'd be sent backwards.

Fighting with @spectermask woohoo! :3
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Betonyfrost’s words are lost on the dark colored apprentice. The only life he had known was in Thunder Clan. "My mom and dad made me not you!" he snarls. His yellow eyes widen as the silver she cat launches herself at Nightbird. Man these Shadow Clanners were brave eh? Either that or just plain stupid.

He’s only 6 moons but thanks to his fathers kittypet heritage he’s already big, and thanks to Emberstar’s training he’s strong too. Immediately he launches himself into action, throwing himself Betonyfrost’s way. If he’s successful he would ram right into her, bowling her away from his clanmate

// @betonyfrost
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☀ - WHILST MY HEART STILL BEATS
Conflict breaks out, a disappointing outcome but one that was to be expected given ShadowClan's actions. At least it seemed as though Sandpaw had been swift in carrying out his orders, he couldn't be prouder of his apprentice in that moment. The second he made it back to camp he would be sure to tell her that.

But that would have to wait, right now chaos was raging all around and he needed to act fast! He had hoped that Roosterstrut would heed Nightbird's words about calling the retreat, but the interruption from Betonyfrost seals the deal in his eyes. Fortunately Burnpaw is swift to hurry to the warrior's aid, but he knows that things would be difficult if Roosterstrut dared to jump on them. Sunnyday didn't have a choice.

"There's always another way!" Sunnyday snapped as he charged forward with the intentions of tackling Roosterstrut to the ground under his larger size. He merely intends to pin the other if he can, not everything needed to end in bloodshed. "Call your patrol's retreat right now! Do it! Don't let them throw their lives away like this."

//Attacking @ROOSTERSTRUT
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A copycat in form, Eeriepaw slinks forward as his mentor does. He crouches down like Spectermask, tail flicking behind him hastily. Watching for prey was nothing like watching those who live in ShadowClan's confines. No, there was plenty to watch in ShadowClan, plenty of behaviors to observe. Prey, however, was too much of a game of hide and seek. Too much.

One could search forever in ShadowClan's marshes, and still, never win.

Here, though, Spectermask finds something. And Eeriepaw spots it soon after, dark eyes wide as he watches it. A mouse. A small little thing - one that Eeriepaw isn't too sure would even be considered a full meal for a kit. But, food is food, and ShadowClan desperately needs it.

He finds himself holding his breath as Spectermask springs forward. The warrior is skilled - there's no doubt he could catch the critter - but still, Eeriepaw holds his breath.

A breath let go, as shouting arises. As Spectermask fails to catch the mouse. As the mouse begins to plot its escape.

He's ordered, in barking tones, to go after the mouse. And, well, Eeriepaw has no other choice but to oblige, does he? No other choice, when they're in unknown territory, and its occupants have so quickly found them. They need that mouse.

Long limbs bound after the creature, a narrow path followed in shadows' depths. Closer and closer to the mouse he gets, until outstretched claws pull it into his grasp, strike a killing blow to the piece of prey.

His first catch. He thinks Spectermask would be proud of this. The tom reaches down to pick up the food, only for a force to knock into him, push him off his path. A gasp escapes the quiet apprentice's maw, at the attack, at the sudden pain in his hind legs. The forest cats have found him.

Gnashing teeth turn to face his attacker, a blinding white against dark fur as he aims to bite the ThunderClanner who aims to take his mouse away.

"Mine!" he hisses at the apprentice, legs kicking behind him at lilac fur as he tries to shield his catch from the fellow apprentices' thievery. Get away, get away, get away.

// attacking @PEBBLEPAW !​
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More cats approach him, not yet attacking but trying to reason. Roosterstrut is secretly thankful that they are not provoking him into an attack just yet, and while these ThunderClanners are wanting to give the patrol a chance to drop everything and run, his heart is torn into two directions. Does he take the easy way out and come home unsuccessful or does he try and push the others to fight for what they've caught already?

"Retreat to your swamps and leave our prey where it rightfully belongs." Huh. Many moons ago, before the invention of borders and allegiances, the Marsh Cats had free roam over this forest. Why couldn't ShadowClan retain its share of these lands? Why did ThunderClan have the right to lay claim to all of it?

Everything had been fine before StarClan's prophecy. Roosterstrut did not deny the existence of StarClan—he had seen them with his own eyes upon the battlefield—but maybe Betonyfrost had the right idea after all. Maybe the clans were interpreting the prophecy wrong. How could their ancestors want to subject ShadowClan to starvation and suffering? That being said, the ancestors had an annoying habit of being incredibly vague and cryptic with their messages, so it was up to the living to take matters into their own paws.

Roosterstrut stood, the leader of this patrol, the one who everyone had eyes on for a decision. Before he could open his maw, Betonyfrost comes bowling in and hissing that she's taking action for herself. Another tom had come charging in as well and tackling him down, pressuring him to call a retreat. "What's wrong, Chicken? Too scared to fight back?" Echoes of bullies past bounce in his head; Rooster was never one to take risks, always freezing in the midst of the fight and overthinking. Would his lack of assertiveness risk a clanmate's life tonight? Do something! His inner voice shouts.

The tabby tom's brows furrowed, the muscles in his muzzle gnarling like the roots of a tree, his teeth gritting against one another so hard that his jaw strained. "She's right. We used to hunt on these lands, too!" Roosterstrut mustered all of his energy into his hind legs and attempted to deliver a series of forceful kicks against Sunnyday in order to shove the older warrior off of him. "Where else are we supposed to go? You tell me." What would ThunderClan have done if they were in switched places? The marshes were his home, a lot of cats called this home. These pines had filled their bellies of the Marsh Cats far before the Pine Cats had moved into these lands. It wasn't ShadowClan's fault that their territory, sectioned off into a small chunk of the wilds, wasn't as abundant with prey.​

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  • attacking @Sunnyday

  • ✰ ROOSTERSTRUT
    —— amab, uses he/him pronouns. sixteen moons old. warrior of shadowclan.
    —— laid-back young adult who utilizes humor and fun in order to distract from serious matters. he is a decent warrior, though he hesitates to take risks.
    —— link to tags. @ on discord for plots.

    roosterstrut is a vibrant orange tabby tom with pale green eyes. he stands at a height ever so slightly above the average. his fur is long and whispy and his tail is especially reminiscent of a rooster's. he sports a signature, goofy smirk and a mischievous glint in his eye.


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War weighin' on my heart but I can't fall
The ticked tabby's tail snaps with irritation as the shadowclan tom decides against calling off this whole charade, willing to fight for what little they've gathered. A silver mackerel molly flings herself at Nightbird faster than he can respond. Luckily Burnpaw caught onto the femme's intentions early on and threw himself forward in an attempt to intercept her. Grey eyes snap back to the patrol leader, scoffing with indignation at the words that tumbled from his lips. "How foolish..." The thought flickers through his mind as he lunges forth to aid Sunnyday. No longer would he sit idle and attempt to negotiate if their terms were to fall upon deaf ears. Silverlightning crouches, jaws wide and snapping as they aim to clamp around Roosterstrut's scruff and yank him to draw his attention away from the older male and create an opening for the warrior to issue a follow up attack. If successful Silver would continue to shake his head to and fro much like a dog attempting to shred a toy, hoping to further disorient his opponent. If only they'd wised up and took their opportunity to escape. (helping @Sunnyday attack @ROOSTERSTRUT) ​
Seekin' shelter from the storm on this blank road​
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☀ - WHILST MY HEART STILL BEATS
"That is the past! That's not how things work anym-OOF!" Sunnyday twisted his body awkwardly as the kicks caught him in the belly. If he had possessed any fat then it wouldn't have hurt quite so badly, but he was nothing but skin and bones beneath the shroud of thick fur. The tom rolled away with a wheeze, a part of him expecting a follow up strike to come. Fortunately it didn't. He wasn't sure if it was due to his opponent's reluctance or if it was because Silverlightning had come to assist, but regardless he was glad of it.

A low groan of discomfort broke from him as he got to his paws again so he could face Roosterstrut, though his eyes widened with panic as he saw what his clanmate was doing. "Silverlightning, stop it!" He was more so concerned about them accidentally knocking out the patrol leader before they could get that crucial call for retreat made. "Look, all the clans are struggling. Even ThunderClan has made mistakes during these tough times. But stealing food from the mouths of one starving group by another? It's a vicious cycle where we all end up losing. ShadowClan could have asked WindClan for access to that horseplace they keep prattling on about. Everyone knows that twolegs attract things like mice. And... and you live next to the thunderpath! The monsters don't eat what they kill, which means that the prey they leave behind is for anyone to take. StarClan knows how many times I've frequented the thunderpath out of desperation."

Sunnyday exhaled slowly as he made no further move to attack as he brought himself in close to Roosterstrut, now clinging to the hope that he could make the other see sense. "ShadowClan could have just asked for help. It might be in your clan's name but you don't have to hide in the shadows. Now call the retreat, take my advice, and leave." He looked at Silverlightning at that moment, wordlessly urging him to release the ShadowClanner if he complied with the instruction given.

// talking with @ROOSTERSTRUT and @Silverlightning
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although her gaze remained firm on roosterstrut, however it wasn't long until others came over. she listened absently to the other thunderclanners coming to her aide, but soon the ginger tom had backup.

a blue molly flanked him, spatting some nonsense about how they made them. a rather pretentious statement coming from those who were committing petty theft. her lips curled back in a humored grin as betonyfrost spoke, burnpaw was quick to offer a rebuttal. nightbird studied as green eyes fell upon her, a quick twitch of muscles and the shadowclanner was flying in her direction. perhaps if she were larger the attack would have been easily absorbed, but unfortunately her size would act against her. the smoke waited for the hit, bracing herself as much as possible.

the ground met with her spine, forcing a huff of air out through her mouth. betonyfrost was already aiming a strike at her face, she was in no position to miss the attack completely, but the warrior could at least move enough as to not be blinded by blood. nightbird pulled her head as close to her chest as she could manage, claws making contact with her ear.

a quick glance from under her opponent showed burnpaw in hot pursuit, flinging himself at the shadowclanner. nightbird twisted, aiming rake her front claws down the belly of the she-cat, hopefully lessening her defense enough for burnpaw to be successful.

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War weighin' on my heart but I can't fall
Ivory teeth met flesh as he managed to clamp down upon Roosterstrut's scruff. Hind legs tense as he pulls, dragging the golden tom backwards whilst shaking his head. Peripherally he watches Sunnyday fall and roll away, although relief surges in his chest as the older male stands to his paws. His grip tightens, aiming to hold the shadowclanner still. For he assumed Sunnyday would deliver a well deserved final blow thanks to the intruders insubordination. But the words that meet his ears are far from what he expects. "Silverlightning, stop it!" The warriors ears fall, plastering against his head in visual reluctance. Why? Shadowclan had infiltrated their territory and several warnings were given only to be dismissed. He even had their patrol leader in his jaws, he could end it all now an force a retreat if he truly wanted.

For now he stops his shaking but keeps his hold. His mind races, searching for a reliable outcome where further negotiation could possibly work. However, his mental calculation came up to zero, there was no way they'd simply walk away now. After his fellow warrior finished giving his speech, blue eyes meet grey. A low growl muffled by apricot striping bubbles forth. He personally found this to be a major flaw, a hopeful wish, because feelings cannot outweigh logic. But he relents, albeit unwillingly, unhinging the steel trap that is his jaw from the shadowclan tom. Cold calculating eyes bore into the male laying at his paws, the bridge of his wrinkling in the beginnings of a sneer. "Last chance." He warns, words spoken for both parties involved. He would finish what he started if Roosterstrut did not retreat, fully ignore Sunnyday's pleading should things go left. Silver's patients were pushed to their limit as his hackles begin to prickle along his spine. (interacting with @Sunnyday and @ROOSTERSTRUT) ​
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His claws find purchase in the big white warrior's chest, and Raccoonstripe is momentarily victorious in pinning him to the earth. The tabby's tail lashes in triumph, but before he can make another move, he feels an irritating, needling pain in one leg.

He hisses and half-turns. The little ginger and white she-cat must be his apprentice, he thinks and grits his teeth. He has no qualms about teaching apprentices what it means to be a warrior, especially a warrior who raids another Clan's territory. He aims to shake her vigorously from his leg; if successful, he will then land a powerful kick to her face.

Seconds after he attempts to dislodge her, Shallowpaw streaks through to assist him, and he's grateful. Let the apprentices fight it out while I deal with this albino rat, he thinks, but the white-pelted cat's apprentice had been distraction enough for him to get the upper hand. Sharp claws pierce the skin of his neck, and powerful hind legs root in his belly and heave. He can feel the blood wealing at his neck wounds, and his stomach will wear a bruise in the morning, he's sure, but he isn't down for the count. Raccoonstripe staggers backwards, dark eyes glowing with the light of battle. "I don't care if you all eat each other, personally. Good riddance!"

With that, Raccoonstripe catapults himself forward, aiming to draw his claws over Frostbite's face. If successful, the blow will likely hit his jaw / cheek area.

He can hear the ridiculous negotiating Sunnyday is attempting to do with that red tom who'd led the ShadowClanners here. Raccoonstripe isn't here to negotiate. He's here to make sure the trash is taken out.​

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Wrath.

That is what was welling up inside.

That old familiar feeling, hot and vicious as the summer sun.

He was thankful to have dislodged Raccoonstripe from the pin, to get back to his feet. His ear was torn and it bled, stinging in the cold. It was nothing to him, though. He was slipping back into his old ways, the one where the nastiest bastard came out on top.

And he was a nasty little fucker.

"Fair enough." He hissed.

Raccoonstripe was bulkier than he was. At this point in time, anyways. Were Frostbite not starving and weakened by hunger, they may have been a more even match.

But Frostbite wouldn't let that deter him. He took the blow to the face, the pain only igniting him further.

With a vicious growl he pushed himself forward, jaws parted to show sharp teeth that sought to sink into Raccoonstripes face while his claws aimed to dig into his shoulders.

@RACCOONSTRIPE


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Just as Roosterstrut had thought that he could scramble to his paws and find his footing, he had been yanked back before he could do so. He grunted as he was hoisted up by an unknown assailant and shook violently like a ragdoll. The sharp prick of teeth digging into the nape of his neck was drowned by the shaking he endured; Roosterstrut's vision grew blurry, his head whirring like a tornado, eyes boggling back and forth.

At his clanmate's command, the patrol leader is dropped to the ground. He lays for a few moments, everything moving sideways and diagonally as his vision struggles to center itself.

Roosterstrut couldn't help the bitter taste in his mouth as Sunnyday stood there and continued to lecture him on ethics, the way ShadowClan should have approached things. The tabby tom was not a resentful tom, one who desired revenge for wrongdoings or mishaps, but he found himself growing more annoyed by the moment. He would bet that ThunderClan hasn't lost nearly as many cats due to starvation in comparison to ShadowClan, if at all. The marshland warriors were desperate and hungry, and while ThunderClan may have been facing the perils of leaf-bare as well, he doubted that their situation was as severe as ShadowClan's. At least they had a forest to hunt in. Hell, his patrol had probably caught more prey in the little time they had tonight than they had this past week.

His half-lidded gaze shakily lifted toward Sunnyday once more, an indignant frown plastered onto his maw. If Pitchstar was your leader, you'd understand. The leader wouldn't even ask WindClan, their ally, for help. He certainly was not going to ask ThunderClan. Pitchstar still seemed to hold a strong dislike for them after the incident with Bonejaw all those moons ago. Roosterstrut had always figured that to be drama confined to the medicine cats and not a grudge to be taken out on the general populace of ThunderClan itself, but alas, the stoic leader was not easy to budge.

Shining, green hues whip upward towards the cat who had released him from his grip; he uttered down to him, "Last chance." These ThunderClanners were stronger than they were — weakened by hunger, the ShadowClan patrol was in no shape to battle things out until the night's end. Someone would get seriously wounded, if not already. There were apprentices on this patrol, too, who could easily risk their lives as more ThunderClanners arrived to defend their territory. How would Roosterstrut live with himself if his inaction caused bloodshed, especially that of children?

It wasn't worth it. None of this was worth it. A mere few pieces of prey were not worth more than that of the entire patrol's lives. "ShadowClan! To the tunnels, now!" Roosterstrut raises his voice, perhaps the loudest its ever been in his entire life, over the chorus of snarls and yowls echoing in the pines.

Getting to his paws quickly and nearly losing his balance, Roosterstrut stumbled forward and suppressed the urge to vomit. He swallows and whips his head over his shoulder, shooting Sunnyday one last glance — I didn't want this, it said. I did what was ordered of me, it said. Perhaps if things were different, we'd get along, it said.

With that, the orange tom picks up the pace and bounds toward the tunnels leading to ShadowClan territory, leaving his mouse behind.​

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  • ✰ ROOSTERSTRUT
    —— amab, uses he/him pronouns. sixteen moons old. warrior of shadowclan.
    —— laid-back young adult who utilizes humor and fun in order to distract from serious matters. he is a decent warrior, though he hesitates to take risks.
    —— link to tags. @ on discord for plots.

    roosterstrut is a vibrant orange tabby tom with pale green eyes. he stands at a height ever so slightly above the average. his fur is long and whispy and his tail is especially reminiscent of a rooster's. he sports a signature, goofy smirk and a mischievous glint in his eye.


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Poppypaw's teeth sunk in but she didn't get to enjoy her victory bite for very long until she was shaken around violently and knocked loose; a back paw smashing into her face with enough force to send her rolling backwards head over paw into a heap with a sharp squeak of pain and alarm. The tabby tom was continuing to fight her mentor as she rolled back upright to her feet and she would have thrown herself bloody nosed back into the fray if two ThunderClan apprentices had not cut her off. One knocked her over before she could spring back up and she gave a sputtering hiss of annoyance before screeching in outright fury at the paw slapping her already tender nose from the second apprentice with startling red fur.
"I'm gonna eat you! I'm gonna eat YOUR DUMB THUNDERCLAN FACE!" Unlike the fiery tabby she was not hesitant to use her claws, swinging them wildly down at the other child in a frenzy of flailing paws with no real rhythm.
The ThunderClan cats were even worse than she was expecting, preaching to them like they had some moral highground when they weren't starving to death in their camps like ShadowClan was, some golden fool was even spouting out sympathies and it made her bristle all the more furiously in response, blood dribbling down her scratched up nose as she growled.
"I could take BOTH of you! YOU'RE PATHETIC! I-" She falters, pauses in place where she is spitting and hissing in her sporadic movements when Roosterstrut sounds a retreat and there's obvious hesitation. They hadn't even gotten to hunt proper, she was still hungry, and more importantly she didn't get to whack these two dumb toms in the face until they learned their lesson to not stand against her might. Poppypaw's limbs tensed before she uttered a swear and turned tail to go racing after the brown tabby and her mentor who would hopefully not be far off.
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His claws found skin, but almost soon as they did, the lilac tom felt a sharp pain pierce his shoulder. A shrill mewl escaped the apprentice, his eyes squeezing shut for just a moment as agony pulsated through the muscle. They'd... they'd never had to fight before, not properly, his blood turned to ice when he realised that this was the intensity he would have to expect from his enemies. They would want to seriously hurt him, perhaps worse, and it would do him no good holding back as he had done by just attacking the other's legs. A warmth began to pool around his shoulder, masking his thin fur from the buffeting winter winds, and for a second, he couldn't help but watch as Eeriepaw covered the mouse as if it were a precious item. A swift kick to the raw wound on his leg caused him to hiss and try to circle around the ShadowClanner, ready to give chase if he tried to run off with ThunderClan's property. In the meantime, his ears fold backward at the noises in the background, more talking and yowling, and then... a call to retreat by ShadowClan. Pebblepaw found himself faced with a decision.

No matter what, he felt as if he would make the wrong choice. Let the apprentice go and face his clan's wrath for not fighting to the death over a measly mouse, or get the rodent off of the ShadowClanner no matter what the personal cost. The other acted with feral savagery the lilac tom could only pin on hunger, and with copper eyes glossy with worry, his muscles slackened. "Go... B-But know that you can keep that mouse because we allow it, not because you've earned it." A side-eyed glance was offered to his clanmates, first wondering if that line sounded cool, and then wondering if he'd even done the right thing. His conviction had flipped easily, Pebblepaw wanted to blame it on his injury and the shock that came with it, but in reality, he knew it was more than likely down to guilt. He'd never known what it was like to starve and suffer, kittypets were hated for many things, including the privilege of having a near-permanently full belly. The time would come where it would be ThunderClan struggling, he was sure, but he could only hope that Eeriepaw would repay the favour when that time came. Pebblepaw hopped backward towards the warriors, eyes wearily narrowed as the ShadowClanners began to disperse.

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Claws meet his face and near euphoria keeps him sharp, lips part in a cruel smile. Hah, ha- Hahaha! He'll leave this warrior with more than that, yes, he'd leave this creature broken. And then he speaks. Keep your eyes on me, maggot! As if he'd keep his eyes on a storm cloud in the first one. He did not feel threatened, no, but if anyone laid their paws on his apprentice there would be hell itself to pay.

Eerie's voice nearly has him disengaging, mine! Pupils dilate at the sight of another apprentice lunging at his, his own, rage forces a snarl from his throat. "I'll kill you! I'll have your head!" he screeches in a frenzy and Pebblepaw was lucky Storm had tightened his grip as he tried to yank away. It causes a tear, bright red ugly against stark shadow, oh, he was pissed. "And i'll kill you, too!" they'd hiss with a fire in their eyes, raises a paw before he's kicked away by his chest, a dull pain throbs through. His apprentice is hurt, his apprentice is hurt because this guy just wouldn't let go.

He springs once again, jaws snapping for Storm's throat, he'd kill this creature, he'd kill that Thunderclan apprentice, he'll kill them all! Until Rooster sounds the retreat, and regardless if it hit or not he finally disengages and rushes to Eerie. "Grab the mouse- grab it, lets go." he'll praise him when they get back, when adrenaline isn't guiding his every paw step. With that he sets to disappear after Rooster, keeping a close eye on his apprentice whether or not he follows.

// fighting @Stormchaser ,, talking to @EERIEPAW and leaving​
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Just like his opponent, this is Eeriepaw's first real fight too.

A fight that the void-furred tom would rather not partake in, if it weren't for the mouse beneath him. A set of training lessons he would have tried to get out of, if this was a skirmish against Spectermask. His moves are no longer made out of mimicry, but survival.

His back legs sting from the sharp claws that had pierced them, but he pushes to fight back until more shouts arise. More shouts, only, not from ThunderClan, but from ShadowClan. A call to retreat. The fight is done.

And his opponent, his opponent tells him to take the mouse. Because they allow it, not because Eeriepaw earned it. The tom doesn't understand. Surely he had earned this first catch of his, having protected it from any chance of ThunderClan taking it away from him. He earned it, he doesn't care what his opponent says.

A new voice arrives, and wide eyes look to Spectermask. Did he see? Did he see he caught the mouse? That he fought to keep it safe? He must've done good. Must have earned it. Spectermask would tell him, so, right?

He's only ordered to grab it and leave, no praise following. Eeriepaw blinks at that, but nods his head.

Wordlessly, the shadow-furred tom grabs the scrap of prey he'd caught, turning to follow Spectermask back home.
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☀ - WHILST MY HEART STILL BEATS
Sunnyday wouldn't lie that he felt nothing but relief when the ShadowClan patrol leader made the call for retreat, even to leave behind the mouse that he had caught. There was nothing but sadness and sympathy in the way in which he looked at Roosterstrut. If only circumstances had been different. He stepped forward and he placed a paw on the mouse in order to guard it from any potential chancers, but something else was now plaguing his mind. The older tom turned his head and he looked at Silverlightning with concern. "Did I hear that ShadowClanner right, did he say that there was a tunnel?" It was something that he honestly had no clue about, but he wanted to find out.

"I'm going to check it out. Feel free to join me." The golden tom picked up the mouse before he set off in the direction that the retreating ShadowClanners were going, curiosity driving him to weave through the dark forest. Still, he kept his pace slow as to avoid instigating any further fights and causing panic.

//talking to @Silverlightning
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War weighin' on my heart but I can't fall
Silver continues to watch the tabby tom, muscles taunt and at the ready should the patrol leader so much as breathe the wrong way. However, much to his surprise the warrior relents and calls off his patrol, the lot of them slinking back into the shadows. An irritated sigh slips from his maw, rolling his shoulders as he falls into a neutral stance. The clans were still a very strange anomaly to him. Speeches did not generate favorable results where he is from. Should negotiations be made in the middle of war he would have been cut down without a second thought. His hackles, only moderately raised, began to smooth over his spine, a single ear swiveling in Sunnyday's direction. Yes, he heard the shadowclanner mention tunnels. Although he thought windclan to be the only tunnelers. "I shall accompany you. I want to be sure they truly fled and are not lying in wait." Silver nods, loping on lengthy limbs beside the golden warrior. (interacting with @Sunnyday) ​
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His attack had succeeded but that also meant he was sent down to the ground as well. He would be quick to roll back to his stomach again though after he had landed roughly on the ground. Shallowpaw quick yet clumsy got back up on his three-legs his eyes left narrowed as he stared at his opponent who snarled at them in fury threatening to eat them. So loud...His ears would fall back ready for another move but before he could think out his next move in this a call of retreat echoed on the battlefield, and his ears would perk up again as he watched the shadowclan cats fleeing the scene, his opponent included. It was over before it even had begun. His first battle and it had ended so soon. Probably for the best.

Shallowpaw started to pay more attention to the enviroment around him now to check if anyone was seriously injured or if they had got back the stolen prey...It was then he spotted Sunnyday who was quick to take chase after the prey stealers, Silverlightning not far behind. Shallowpaw decided to follow after them too for some reason not wanting to lose sight of Sunnyday. So he was quick to leave the battlefield to take chase after the two warriors to wherever they where going maybe to make sure the shadowclan cats truly was gone.

// running after @Sunnyday and @Silverlightning (:


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