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[SLATESNARL]

It was poor hunting luck today—empty jaws and a hollow stomach—that led the shaggy Maine Coon toward the woods that were not his own. The nearby smell of squirrel was so tantalizing that Slatesnarl gave into temptation, hefty paws carrying his dark form just over the scent marker. He wasn't venturing deep into ThunderClan's territory, only a few foxlengths to the oak tree where the squirrel had scurried behind.

His bad hip is stiff but it does not stop him from securing a catch. His fangs sink into the rodent's neck, dagger claws imprisoning the little body. Slatesnarl winces and adjusts the weight on his joint as he rises fully to his towering height; his form is skinnier and starved from the season's struggles, save for the thick winter coat.

It was time to slip away before any of those oak-dwellers noticed. Slatesnarl, with the squirrel dangling from his bloodied jaws, turns toward the border. He knows that this is against the Warrior Code. Does he care? No. The Warrior Code does not dictate Slatesnarl's life as it does others. He lives to serve his family and beyond that SkyClan; he would break the law if it meant that they were fed. Besides, ThunderClan could clearly care less about the rules. Why should SkyClan care, either?

𝟒𝟐𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐁𝐈𝐆 𝐉𝐈𝐌 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐑 ✹ . + ˚ · 𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐀 𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐋-𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐆𝐔𝐍

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  — slatesnarl / 45 moons / he/him
  — skyclan warrior & former lead warrior
  — mate to orangestar / father to lambkit & ramkit
  — lh solid black maine coon w/ rusting, amber eyes. scars litter his form but are prominently present on his face.
  — click for tags

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[ivorypaw]

Ivorypaw is ten, going on eleven moons, and by this point in her training, @Palefire trusts both @Meadowpaw and her to hunt away from her while they're on patrol. She keeps her mentor's location in mind, but the Clan's fresh-kill pile had been meager this morning, and Doepath and Sunshinespot's kits were growing bigger every day. Lightflower had just moved into the nursery, too, and though the white apprentice is happy for the tabby, she has begun to feel the same bitter concern as the rest of her Clan. How are all these kits going to survive on what little we have in the forest?

She tries not to let her thoughts wander away from her. After all, worry catches no prey. She tastes the air, but it's not the scent of squirrel that stops her in her tracks. There's fresh prey-blood on the leafbare gale, but there's something else, too — bitter, like crushed pine, and strong. Well, their border is close, she thinks, frowning... but she peers through the undergrowth anyway. A gasp leaves her.

A hulking brute of a warrior has a ThunderClan squirrel between his teeth! SkyClan is stealing our prey, she thinks with a startled mewl of surprise. What would Palefire do, had she stumbled upon this first? A cold greeting, a threat? Would her claws speak for her? Scarletpaw wouldn't hesitate, she thinks, and is immediately angry at herself for considering. Who cares what Scarletpaw would do!

Ivorypaw rises from the brush, trying to keep courage in her mew as she challenges Slatesnarl. "That prey belongs to ThunderClan," she hisses. Oh, she hopes Palefire and Meadowpaw and the rest of their patrol aren't far... there's no way she could take this warrior on by herself.

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[HOWLPAW]

Howlpaw appears from the underbrush like a shadow unfurling, the edges of his amber eyes catching the faintest gleam of light as they narrow into slits. He doesn't wait for introductions or diplomacy; his claws scrape the frozen ground as he stalks forward, every movement coiled and deliberate, like a predator circling its prey. His fur, bristling like a jagged halo, spikes along his spine, making his already large frame seem larger, more menacing. A low growl rumbles in his throat, guttural and raw, building in volume as he nears. The sight of the tom with ThunderClan's prey between his jaws ignites a fire in Howlpaw's chest—a simmering rage born of hunger, pride, and distrust. His lips curl back to reveal sharp teeth, his expression a mixture of anger and disdain. The scent of the stolen squirrel's blood only sharpens his fury, as if the very air were taunting him.

Without warning, Howlpaw lunges forward—not toward the tom, but to place himself squarely between the intruder and Ivorypaw. His claws gouge deep into the frost-hardened soil as he lands, head low, shoulders squared, every line of his body screaming a single word: mine. He doesn't speak it aloud, but his posture and the deadly glare in his eyes convey the message clearly enough. The SkyClan warrior may be larger, but Howlpaw isn't afraid. Fear is a weakness he refuses to show.

His tail lashes behind him in erratic, snapping motions, the only outward sign of the storm brewing inside. It's as if he dares Slatesnarl to make a move, his amber eyes unblinking and piercing, filled with the promise of retribution. The wind shifts, carrying the mingling scents of the tom and blood, and Howlpaw's ears flatten against his skull as if the air itself offends him. He moves closer, his steps slow and deliberate, claws unsheathing and sinking into the snow with each movement. His breathing is heavy, audible, each exhale fogging in the cold air. "That's not yours," the low voice rumbles out of him, teeth bared and growl emanating from the back of his throat.

Howlpaw lunges towards Slatesnarl, his claws raking through the air just shy of the tom's flank. It's a warning, a test, and a declaration all in one. His growl deepens, more guttural now, as he lets the silence between them stretch taut, as the string of a bow drawn to its limit. He doesn't speak again; his actions speak for him. His focus doesn't waver. Every muscle in his body is tense, ready to spring at the first sign of retaliation. He crouches lower, his claws sinking deeper into the frozen earth as his hind legs prepare to spring. For Howlpaw, there is no retreat, no compromise, and no fear. Only the primal instinct to protect what is his. He doesn't hesitate any longer than that; instinct finally takes over, and he lunges forward once more, the burly apprentice attempting to sink his teeth into the flesh of the other.​

 

[roaringsun]

〔✦〕Amber eyes stare at the forest from up above, his claws unsheathed for balance atop the branch. He hadn't had any luck hunting in the undergrowth of ThunderClan territory, so he'd taken it to the trees; in the midst of Leaf-bare, it would be lucky to find a squirrel safe and sound in its nest. These stunts at the SkyClan border were a poorly-hidden attempt at showing off in case a certain tom happened to pass by. . . to show he'd been gradually improving his climbing skills since that day.

He is focused on the forest canopy, so much so he doesn't see Slatesnarl crossing the border with a ThunderClan squirrel on his jaws until Ivorypaw speaks up: That prey belongs to ThunderClan. Narrowed gaze snaps at the hulking gray tom, his teeth clenched as he surveys the area ( is he hunting alone ? )

Before Roaringsun can ambush the Skyclanner ( the enemy his mind reminds him — but would it have intervened had it been Hawkspine crossing the border. No, because he wouldn't have crossed in the first place. ) Howlpaw approaches, eyes ablaze and the apprentice wastes no time in lunging at the former lead warrior. He's just being reckless! And - damn it all - so was Roaringsun as he drops from the branch, sending a flurry of snow up into the air. "Howlpaw!" He hisses to the black smoke, attempting to jump onto Slatesnarl's back with unsheathed claws to offer Howlpaw support - and possibly act as a distraction. The Skyclanner was bigger than both of them, but he'd be damned if the youngster was bound to Gentlestorm's den once more for however long.

I took a little journey to the unknown ( Ive come back changed, I can feel it in my bones ) //

• ooc.
• ROARINGSUN —— warrior of thunderclan , mentor to berrypaw . npc x npc . littermate to npcs ✦ penned by nocthymia
  ✦ male / he/him / 15 moons & ages every 14ᵗʰ
  ✦ single / orientation & poly or mono / open/closed to romance
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— combat details here / battle notes
  
  ✦ "speech", 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
  ✦ tags — msg on discord (hypmic) for plots — toyhouse
  
• reference image here
  

  a longhaired flame sepia with low white and amber-brown eyes.

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[DOEBLAZE]

An uncommon scowl creases Doeblaze's muzzle today. Despite stalking the pines until the snow was trampled blue and flat from three sets of paws, she'd had no luck at all in hunting. Not a trace of prey—no warm wild meat-smell, not even a shed feather. Her own belly is twisting mournfully, but what she's thinking of is Butterflytuft and the kits scampering around her paws—they need every scrap of nourishment they can get.

Hisses and snarls rise up into the canopy she stalks through, having foresaken the ground in favor of the sky—@BLOODY MARY and @cloudypaw~ slogging through their last days of apprenticeship. Where's it coming from—? She inclines her ears forwards and breathes in a curl of oakscent. It's close. The ThunderClan border. Shit.

" Come on. " Her words are clipped and quick, as are her fast leaps through the pines. As she scurries down the trunk of one nearest the border, she can see the struggle through ThunderClan's thick undergrowth—Slatesnarl's shaggy fur is alive with pests, two ThunderClanners digging in teeth and claw.

" You two take the apprentices, if you can. We're not trying to kill anyone— " at this, she aims a pointed glance at Bloody Mary, " —just back up Slatesnarl before he gets his pelt torn off him. " They're both old enough and trained enough to handle this, or at least so she hopes—her shadow might actually be thrilled, to satiate the violence that always seemed to be simmering under her milky coat.

Doeblaze herself shoulders across the border and springs towards Roaringsun with claws unsheathed, attempting to shove the golden cat off Slatesnarl's back before he could do too much damage.

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[FIGFEATHER]

Doeblaze orders her apprentices onto ThunderClan's but Figfeather is quicker to it. After she had ordered @Oleanderkit to hang back at the tree line she launched herself into the fray with deep-throated growl.

As @HOWLPAW aims to dig his fangs into Slatesnarl, Figfeather attempts to intercept by ramming her forehead into his shoulder, aiming to knock him off balance. When it came to battle, it mattered not to Figfeather's opponent was a senior warrior or an apprentice that still stunk of the nursery. If a cat entered battle it was fair game, she'd pummel this apprentice if she had to in order to get him off her Clanmate.

Whether or not her first attack is successful in putting her opponent off balance, she goes in for another blow. Claws unsheathe and go to strike the top of his forehead in hopes impact would send his face right into the snow.

 

[Palefire]

It was true that Palefire trusted her apprentices enough now to hunt where they pleased, but she was also quick to notice when they disappeared for too long. Her spine tingled with trepidation when she realized that Ivorypaw had been gone far longer than she should. The lynx-point motioned for Meadowpaw to stick close to her side as she pushed through the underbrush, icy gaze scanning the forest for her snowy-furred charge. But the girl's voice alerted her mentor to her location before Palefire could spot her; 'That prey belongs to Thunderclan'. Her hackles rose, and as the sounds of growls and bodies colliding rose through the air, her quick pace transitioned to an all-out sprint.

Pride swelled in her chest as she burst through the bushes to find her apprentice staring down a Skyclan behemoth she recognized well enough. Slatesnarl. Typical for a clan who loved to flaunt their righteous indignation to then turn around and steal prey themselves the first chance they got. By the time she arrived, Roaringsun and Howlpaw were already being leapt upon by the maine coon's clanmates - her first instinct told her to defend Howlpaw, since apparently Skyclan lead warriors were not above attacking welps barely out of the nursery. But she had to trust that the feral child was capable of holding his own, now that they'd torn her clanmates away from the real problem.

Teeth bared ferociously, Palefire launched herself at @SLATESNARL , claws unsheathed as she aimed to rake them down his side. "What a surprise," she snarled bitterly, whirling around to circle the much larger tomcat. "I thought Skyclan was too high and mighty to resort to petty theft." As much as she wanted to avoid unnecessary feuds with Skyclan now that they were also at war with Riverclan and Shadowclan, the young warrior couldn't deny the thrill that flooded her veins at finally being able to bloody her teeth. The lilac molly feigned a lunge to the right, but then quickly dropped low to attempt to swipe her claws across his muzzle.

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‎‎ooc ♡ info

• [ apprentice tags @Meadowpaw @/ivorypaw ]

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  PALEFIRE ♡ she / her, warrior of thunderclan, 22 moons
  ⭃ lh lilac lynx point w/ low white and striking blue eyes
  ⭃ single, crushing on no one // npc x npc
  ⭃ mentoring meadowpaw & ivorypaw // mentored by nightbird
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted // all opinions ic
  ⭃ underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by limerence ↛ @limericks. on discord, dm for plots

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[cloudywhisker]

𓆝 . ° ✦Cloudypaw trotted behind Doeblaze, just as airheaded as usual, having just made a particularly terrible joke to try to ease the tension. Their lack of food that day was unpleasant, and their stomachs all rumbled as if to prove their point. He looked between his mentor and Bloody Mary once or twice. "D'ja get it?" he prompted, leaning to nudge his hulking shadow before deciding against it. The giggle died in his mouth upon hearing the sound of fighting.

Good grief, can't we have a minute? he thought. Doeblaze's order came sharp and pointed, and he nodded swiftly. His energy shifted to figuring out who to even go for. Ivorypaw seemed to be his age, sort of. She'd be his best bet, probably. His eyes locked on her, and he reluctantly squared to face her. The look in his eyes was pleading. Don't make me, I don't want to hurt you,

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ooc Information

• ooc: approaching Ivorypaw!
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  CLOUDYPAW — HE/THEY ･ 12 MOONS ･ APPRENTICE ･ PENNED BY TWITCHTAIL

  lanky and tall light brown tabby with high white and green eyes. Big ol' himbo.

 

[Bugchaser !]

*+:｡.｡ Bugpaw wondered what a world where the clans properly got along would look like. One where she didn't have to face off against reluctant Shadowclan apprentices and hungry Skyclan fathers. One where, somehow, in all the ways her naive heart still believed possible, the whole forest worked together to ensure no one went hungry. She wouldn't doubt it must be a lovely world.
Unfortunately, it wasn't the one she was currently living in.

Soft paws are reluctant to reveal pearly talons race after her clanmates, breath hitching as the tell-tell sounds of scuffling ahead. Arriving on the scene behind Meadowpaw's mentor, her heart sinks to her feet as she watches the squirmish take to life. Pale lemon eyes shimmer with dismay, watching one particularly hulking warrior take on not just Roaringsun, but young Howlpaw as well. It doesn't take a genius to note the dead prey item in his jaws - a prize stolen from Thunderclan's land.

All at once, Bugpaw is forced back into a time when this very same scene was once woven before her, a tale of woe - a spark that kindles a wildfire. Is there a Skyclaw in Skyclan's ranks, now? There's a sudden urge in her to take a step back - out of cowardice, or a need to avoid a repetition of a tumultuous path...what's the difference? Her thoughts snap, treacherously, to Lionpaw - the way his name made Squirrelpaw's eyes glow, the way he fretted for Bugpaw's sister, like friendships could truly survive crossing the boundary lines.

Was there truly no hope for a better future?

Maybe for that secondary universe, she can only ever long for.

In this one, Bugpaw kicks off against the frosted ground and lunges. Racing through the fray, she barrels into @HOWLPAW 's and @FIGFEATHER 's fight, refusing to let the inexperienced apprentice go at it with a lead warrior alone. If Skyclan hadn't shown their cruel hand already, she might've been appalled by Figfeather's choice to attack a child. For now, she focuses on spraying snow into Figfeather's face by skidding to an abrupt halt, hopefully surprising the warrior before she can complete her assault on Howlpaw.

Eager to use the surprise to her advantage, should she be able to, Bugpaw would aim to lash out her claws, aiming in the general direction of Figfeather's throat before the curtain of snow falls. She thinks of Squirrelpaw, once more - the wounds she might forever bear upon her neck. A part of Bugpaw hopes her claws don't find a home. A louder part knows, just as Figfeather had moments prior when choosing Howlpaw as her opponent, that all's fair in this world of war.

*+:｡.｡ ♫ Updated 12/28/24

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  GENERAL:
  ♫ Bugpaw
  ♫ DFAB— She/Her
  ♫ 11 moons
  ♫ Daughter to Flamewhisker and Flycatcher
  ♫ Sibling to Falconheart, Stormfeather, Lilykit, Butterflykit, Ravenpaw, Squirrelpaw, Sunpaw
  ♫ Thunderclan — apprentice
  ♫ Apprenticed to Falconheart
  
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ♫ Physically medium | mentally hard
  ♫ Attack in bold pink
  injuries: None currently

 

[BLOODBIRD]

Today's real boring in that way that makes her sick. No morsel shows their face... hardly even shows their scent. Little whiffs here and there, sure... but hardly a thing worth scurrying after. She's full; yeah, plump as a hen... but something like her didn't kill to eat. She's not so convinced the wildcats did either... Thinks its a front. Some noble excuse just to sink their claws into somethin'. There's an example ripe for her today, carried across the wind in howls and grunts. Some hound perks its ears. She's a shadow indeed today, large and pale mimic of her mentor. As ever, she is hot in pursuit. Poor little chick, his joke doesn't even get the chance to land.

By the time they arrive, her grin's full-bodied. All teeth, yeah, not the decrepit thing she had wore as they'd stalked around for nothin'. Teeth like hers— incisors too eager to even keep put in her mouth— they were made for somethin' like this. Wolf-hunched, she's all wide-eyed excitement. A cotton tail sets in a manic back n' forth. If it'd been anything else but the fawn, she might not've heard. " Eh? " disbelief in her grunt. Lighthearted sort— of course, any time she spoke to her was a good one... but it's kinda stupid, isn't it? She wasn't lookin to kill nobody, but the stress of worrying might make her slow...

She's not sure how much he cares... doesn't get the time to figure it out either, before she springs. Could today's rushing blood drown out yesterday's orders? It'd be her excuse, anyway, if she got anything wrong. They're all ganging up on him, the big guy. He looked like he could take it— though she looked like she could take it even better, she thinks.

Mary's not a sneaky sort, no... Was the sort of stalker that you knew was comin'. Maybe the ashen beauty would be too caught up in givin' their guy the what for... or maybe she just wouldn't expect pearly fangs to try and clamp down on her tail, hard as they could. She could get their guy some space maybe. Even better, get herself an opponent.

THEY SAY I CAN'T KEEP MYSELF FROM TRYING ⬪ 𝒜 𝐵𝐼𝒯𝐸 𝒪𝐹 𝐸𝒱𝐸𝑅𝒴𝒯𝐻𝐼𝒩𝒢 𝐼𝒩 𝒮𝐼𝒢𝐻𝒯 / ( 12 . 05 )

• OOC. Engaging @Palefire <3

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  BLOODY MARY ⬪ DAYLIGHT APPRENTICE. SHE - HER - HERS.
  

  A dog-like woman. Large, with bulk in some places, and only lean muscle in others. Elegant at some angles, acutely strange looking at others. Has a longer, wolfish muzzle and gleaming dog teeth near-always on display due to an overbite. Skull presses insistent against her skin. Eyes are almost too - large, and not all sunken in her skull. Has large, tufted ears. Polydactyl, with a curved spine and recently-chopped tail.

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[roaringsun]

〔✦〕The arrival of several other Skyclanners is expected, but his disappointment comes from them joining the fight rather than whisking their clanmate away after the prey-theft; couldn't they just have broken up the battle and left? ThunderClan was defending their territory, unwilling to risk more losses after what RiverClan and ShadowClan had done. This battle was unnecessary, blood spilled where it shouldn't. Doeblaze knocks into him and Roaringsun is sent tumbling off Slatesnarl's back, a surprised hiss echoing through the forest amidst the noise of battle.

He shakes the snow off his fur before turning towards the Lead Warrior, a loud warning growl rumbling from his throat. The tom fluffs out his fur, skulking towards the lilac she-cat with teeth bared. He is more lion-like than ever, mane bristling and tail lashing. She's missing an eye, and StarClan forbid he avoid using that to his advantage ( no matter how dirty he felt by doing it ). Roaringsun did not seek to hurt or maim or kill her nor any of her patrolmates.

The warrior leaps forward, aiming his blow to the left side of her face hoping to disorient the tabby. If successful, he will then barrel into her and try to pin her to the ground. "Leave the squirrel and go!" Roaringsun speaks through gritted teeth, sunspark eyes narrowing. "Take your clanmate and leave!"

I took a little journey to the unknown ( Ive come back changed, I can feel it in my bones ) //

• ooc. attacking @DOEBLAZE
• ROARINGSUN —— warrior of thunderclan , mentor to berrypaw . npc x npc . littermate to npcs ✦ penned by nocthymia
  ✦ male / he/him / 15 moons & ages every 14ᵗʰ
  ✦ single / orientation & poly or mono / open/closed to romance
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— combat details here / battle notes
  
  ✦ "speech", 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
  ✦ tags — msg on discord (hypmic) for plots — toyhouse
  
• reference image here
  

  a longhaired flame sepia with low white and amber-brown eyes.

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[SLATESNARL]

Stealth was never Slatesnarl's strong suit. Arrogance was blinding, enough to fool Slatesnarl into thinking that he could evade a ThunderClan patrol, but fate had finally caught up with him. The shaggy-furred warrior whips his head around, limp rodent dangling from his powerful jaws as he glares right at the approaching oak-dwellers. It was the apprentices who addressed him first, a younger-looking one inching toward him like a rumbling, angry puffball. Slatesnarl peers toward the trainee, coming to find that he is nearly staring into a mirror — dark pelt, tufted ears, muscular build, amber eyes and all. He must have looked like that at some point, a young feral beast who was perpetually angry at the world and determined to survive it.

His jaws are unyielding, only clenching into the tender flesh of his kill tighter as he stepped back from the other Maine Coon's warning swipe. Slatesnarl feels his hip joint stiffen, stubborn and unwilling to rotate much more without giving him grief. He much rather preferred to fight his battles as opposed to running from them, but he was outnumbered. Should he run? No, they would cross the border and catch him in no time if he decided to run. Slatesnarl knew that there was a chance that the ThunderClanners could steal their prey back if he stayed, but he wouldn't give it up without a fight.

The Maine Coon bunches his muscles, disheveled coat bristling as he braced for teeth and claws, but a flash of pale orange whizzes past him and takes his attacker with them. Before Slatesnarl could process what was happening, he let out a snarl as weight bore down onto his back and daggers dug into his flank. The Maine Coon's leg slides out from underneath him, unable to maintain traction due to the slippery ground, and a sharp twinge radiates from his hip.

Pressure is taken off of him, literally, as the ThunderClan warrior atop him is intercepted. The deceased rodent tumbles into the snow, Slatesnarl's jaws parting and trembling from the pain that rocked his body. Chaos unfurls — irises dart about, spotting the familiar forms of Figfeather, Doeblaze, and her trainees. They've come to his rescue in the nick of time, though Slatesnarl cannot help the frustration that bubbles madly in his gut. This wasn't supposed to happen. They weren't supposed to save him! Slatesnarl was supposed to get his prey and leave ( and, if it came down to it, claw his way out of a fight ).

Suddenly, claws score down his flank and tear into his skin. "Ah-!" Slatesnarl yowls, staggering back though he quickly steadies his paws, standing territorially over the dead squirrel. This ThunderClan warrior was familiar to him; she had been at the last border skirmish. "I could say the same about ThunderClan!" Slatesnarl shoots back in response to Palefire's taunting, hot breath expelling from a clenched jaw as the Maine Coon tries to ignore the stinging pain. He supposes they've dropped their little savior complex since the journey, or maybe they'd pick it back up again when leafbare was over.

Slatesnarl knows that ThunderClan is not remorseful for stealing from them. He wasn't either. The male was going to bring this kill directly to his kits, even if he came out of this bearing more scars than he did before.

The former lead warrior hissed when Palefire came close, utilizing quickness to land a hit on his broad muzzle. Slatesnarl growled as his opponent's claws dug into the skin near his nose, and he raised a hefty paw before aiming to drag ivory daggers down her face. Whether his attack was successful or not, Palefire was now being engaged by another SkyClanner — Mary, or whatever her name was. Slatesnarl never cared to actually know. It seemed she was useful for something, using her strength to defend SkyClan instead of pushing his son around.

Slatesnarl stumbles away, a series of grunts and growls rising from his throat as he juggles the pain in his joint and across his skin. SkyClan had to retreat before Fireflyglow was forced to waste his herb stock on serious wounds. "Let's- get outta here! Fall back!" The former lead warrior shouts for his clanmates to hear, his massive head bending down and taking his rightful prey into his maw.

He makes for the border, heavy paws carrying him through the snow before he checks over his shoulder to see if the others are following. ThunderClan would be mousebrained to follow them and escalate this situation even further.

WHAT YOU WONT DO FOR LOVEㅤ ☾☾ㅤINFO.ㅤ/ㅤ12/28

• ooc: slate rolled successfully to steal the prey >:]
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  ■■■■■■■ ✶ slatesnarl. warrior of skyclan ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ་༘࿐⋆｡𖦹°⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
  ☾ㅤamab, he/him | bisexual, mated to orangestar
  ☾ㅤ45 moons old | ages every 1st
  ☾ㅤwarrior ( former lead warrior ) | mentored cherryblossom
  ☾ㅤlh maine coon with yellow eyes, scars
  ☾ㅤlittermate to cloverjaw | father to ramkit & lambkit
  ☾ㅤwritten by beatles, ic opinions | tags‎

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[tigerwing]

Tigerwing had her paws full with Howlpaw. She knew this, but she didn't mind. It didn't weigh as much stress into her shoulders as it once did when he was originally placed under her. He was headstrong, resilient, though he learned, he learned his way- and not others ways. Green eyes glinted as she noticed Howlpaw dipping into the undergrowth. Her hope was only that he would remain close, just after some scent.

But that was never the case. The voices of the two apprentice rise from nearby and she passed a glance to roaringsun, unsure if the other even seen it before emerging after him.

Skyclanners. Of course. If it wasn't Shadowclan and Riverclan, of course it was them to. The whole forest turning against each other. But she lifted her white dipped chin, and flashed a look of disappointment.

Blood was already spilled as she looked upon the scene. Howlpaw locking blackened claws into a large burly warrior, and another warrior aiming after him. The look of disappointment turned into mere horror, her legs moving quicker than her mind as the stocky warrior rushed forward, leaping through the air to hopefully land onto @FIGFEATHER . Claws aimed to slash and tear through the others pelt, and her scarred muzzle would pull back into a snarl. Leave my apprentice alone. Leave us all alone. She wanted to say, but she wouldn't. Skyclan had plenty more land than Thunderclan, but why wouldn't one pick on the 'weaker' clan?

"Leave. Run away. And Don't come back." She challenged Figfeather, meeting the others gaze with a renewed fierceness since she gained her apprentice. Follow your mouse brained clanmate.

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[DOEBLAZE]

ThunderClanners bleed out of the oaks, the pockets of shadow between the foliage like unclotted wounds. The dapplings of cold winter sunlight through the leaves create disorienting patterns rippling over the trampled earth. It makes her fur ruffle, puts an unsettled feeling in her head like a deer backed into a corner—a little too true to her name for her liking.

Even with Figfeather bolstering their numbers, there's shaping up to be no good way out. Either they abandon the squirrel and their pride with it, limping home without anything to show—or they stay and wage this pointless battle. Her golden opponent seems to sense as much; his paw catches her on her blind side, tearing thin scratches in the shaggy fur of her cheek. Doeblaze hisses, attempts to punch a paw into the hollow of his throat and knock the wind out of him.

" Listen to Slatesnarl and let's get out of here! " she barks hoarsely, attempting to seize the moment and scramble out from Roaringsun's hold. Blood oozes down her cheek and stains the white fur of her jaw, making her hiss as she bounds after Slatesnarl, head-checking to see if her apprentices follow.

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[HOWLPAW]

Howlpaw staggers as Figfeather's head slams into his shoulder, the force of the impact sending him skidding sideways across the snow-dusted ground. His claws rake furrows into the frozen earth as he struggles to regain his footing, his chest heaving. A dull ache radiates from the point of impact, but Howlpaw grits his teeth, refusing to yield even an inch. Amber eyes blaze with fury, locking onto Figfeather as she pivots to strike again. Her claws flash toward his head, sharp and relentless, but Howlpaw reacts swiftly. He ducks low, the swipe missing by a whisker as her claws whistle through empty air. His ears flatten against his skull, and a guttural snarl escapes his throat. His pride stings as much as his shoulder, and the apprentice channels that frustration into raw, unbridled aggression.

"Think you can knock me down that easily?" Howlpaw spits, his voice a venomous growl.

Springing back to his paws, Howlpaw lunges forward with a ferocity that belies his youth. His claws unsheathe, gleaming in the pale winter sunlight, and he drives his weight into his hind legs to propel himself at Figfeather. His aim is calculated, honed by the singular desire to prove himself—not just to her, but to anyone watching. He angles his leap to strike at her side, intending to rake his claws along her flank. The movement is swift and precise, a testament to the countless training sessions he's endured under Tigerwing's watchful eye.

Whether the attack lands properly or not, he pivots, seeking to get Figfeather off balance. His tail lashes behind him like a whip, each movement deliberate as he circles her, his growls rising in intensity. Snow swirls around them, disturbed by their scuffle, and the frigid air is thick with the tang of tension. "You don't belong here!" he snarls, his voice hoarse but unyielding. His claws dig into the snow and frozen earth again, readying himself for whatever comes next. Howlpaw refuses to retreat, his every action a declaration of defiance. No matter how outmatched he might be, he won't let anyone take what belongs to him—not without a fight. It doesn't occur to him in that moment that he considers what is ThunderClan's to be his, too. In this moment, where his focus is so wholly in the fight, he barely even notices Bugpaw and Tigerwing throwing themselves into the fight to assist him, the pulse of battle overwhelming his awareness.

[ fighting @FIGFEATHER ]​

 

[FIGFEATHER]

As snow sprays at her face claws reach out to grace her neck. Figfeather ducks her head down, narrowly missing what could've been a nasty attack to her neck. Claws still manage to cut into her shoulder, though in the heat of battle, she barely notices the sting.

She has no time to aim a counterattack on the second apprentice, a warrior throws herself at Figfeather. The marmalade warrior sloppily throws herself out of reach from the attack and trips face first into the snow. Quickly, she scrambles to her paws only to relentlessly be attacked again, this time by the apprentice she initially lunged herself at. She finds it difficult to prepare her defenses with melting snow blinding her vision.

Claws tear across her flank releasing more blood out onto the snow. She unleashes a growl of frustration, 'you don't belong here!' Figfeather reaches a paw forward, her claws curled into the skin of the dark-furred apprentice's hindquarters.

Slatesnarl calls for a retreat, Figfeather won't take her chances against these three. She's content with going home and licking her wounds before she's knocked into the medicine cat's den for the foreseeable future. She hears their taunts, their demands for her to flee, but she gives them no response. As she turns and runs back into the pines she leaves behind only her scent and a few scarlet stains on the snow.

// dodging and attacking @tigerwing @HOWLPAW and @Bugpaw ! before fleeing