camp STORM CLOUDS GATHER IN HER EYES ★ UPRISING

[Flamestar]

〔✦〕"SKYCLAW!"

The roar echoed throughout the camp, reverberating off the camp walls. In the center of the camp stood the fire hued deputy, standing squarely towards the Highrock. Thunder rumbled above in the skies as the rain that had been evident finally began to drop. Her claws begged to be released, but she would remain civil for now. If he wished to step aside peacefully, she would do so without bloodshed. But that would be his call to make, she was prepared for either outcome. "Step down. Thunderclan is yours no longer." Her chin raised, and her eyes narrowed challengingly. Starclan please watch over us. If he did not comply, much blood would be spilled today...but they couldn't continue to stand by and do nothing. Skyclaw would die today, or she would die trying. Too many cats had died trying to make Thunderclan a safe place. Skyclaw was spitting on their legacy nearly each time he opened his mouth.

Today they would be fighting for Emberstar, who had founded their clan and had been slain by the dogs that had once unleashed havoc upon their clan. For Berryheart, who had spent moons caring for and healing his clanmates. Batwing, who had given his life to rid them of the wolves...Wolfwind, whose life had been stolen away by an adder. Flycatcher, who had been ripped away by rogues. Little Wolf, who had given her life to protect Cherrypaw on the journey. Morningpaw, whose death had started the Warrior Code that all of the clans now lived by, separating themselves from the rogues that Skyclaw's followers behaved like. Today they would be fighting for Howlingstar....for all of their fallen clanmate's legacies. For all of the current, and unborn futures. She had promised Badgerstripe that her kits would never know the touch of Skyclaw's poison, and she would uphold her word. This would all end today.

"I'm giving you one chance to do this peacefully."

even on my weakest days ( I get a little bit stronger ) //

• ooc. @skyclaw
  This is open right now for reactions, but please no major interactions yet!
  
  Also please no interactions with Skyclaw & Flamewhisker during this thread
  
• FLAMEWHISKER —— deputy of thunderclan , mentoring merlinpaw & scorchedpaw . storm x lily . littermate to nala, smokey, and nemo ✦ penned by icey !
  ✦ afab / she/her / 36 moons & ages every 20ᵗʰ
  ✦ widowed / heterosexual / closed to romance
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— difficult in battle
  
  ✦ “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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[ROEFLAME .]

-ˋˏ ༻ ☀ ༺ ˎˊ-

Her leaders voice ricochets, drawing Roeflame forward. Like the branches of a great oak, the broken council had spread through their clans corruption and sought out their loyalists, their exiled. Thunder roars overhead, and the rosetted warrior assumes her place behind Flamewhisker, chin tilted in proud defiance. If any of Skyclaw’s snakes would feel bold enough to draw too close, she’d be there. If another loved one was threatened to force try and force them into submission, Roeflame would rip a cats throat out without a blink. There was not a pang of doubt in the Lead Warriors chest, the wolves oppressive paw would be lifted today. They would break it at its heel.

The petulant usurper would not give up his claim so easily, Roeflame couldn’t imagine the tom opting for the path of lead resistance. From their sheaths her claws ache, pupils slivering as they sweep across the gathering crowd and her ears tuning into the rippling whispers.

When her gaze falls back onto Skyclaw, Roeflame squares her shoulders, eyes narrowed with low expectations. Would he pitch a tantrum? Sick his lackeys on Flamewhisker? Mousenose’s body lays where the fiery leader stands for a fleeting moment, and Roeflame’s chest inflates in a sharp inhale. Should her claws pierce flesh today, it would be for her fallen clanmate. For her leader and children’s kin that had been murdered before their eyes. For Gentlestorm and Hopepaw and Coalpaw. For the cage Skyclaw had forced her into.

This was not going to end in peace, but likely with their claws painted in blood. Selfishly, Roeflame was almost thankful for it.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── I GOT A POCKET ⋅✴⋅ A POCKET FULL OF SUNSHINE ──┐‎

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  ROEFLAME ✩ she/her, Lead Warrior of Thunderclan, twenty-two moons.
  ⭃ petite cinnamon silver ticked tabby with murky green eyes & a small scar over her left eye.
  ⭃ mate to Burnstorm ☀ mentor to Foxpaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted ☀ underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[WILDHEART]

The brewing storm of rebellion had been building for some time, and now it was drawing closer to raging. Especially as Flamewhisker's thunderous call of challenge rang out. It was enough to draw the fiery tom out into the heart of the camp as he rallied behind the she-cat. No more tippy toeing about, no more whispers, or crawling along on the belly. It was time for ThunderClan to rise up against the traitor who had dared to seat himself upon a throne of bones and blood.

Wildheart remained silent, but his eyes shone with rebellious flames. Skyclaw was offered a peacefully out, but would he even take it? The calico held his doubts, the tom seemed too far gone. He still had his followers after all, so there was still the possibility of a fight. If it broke out then he would fight for Flamewhisker. He would even turn his claws on his former apprentice if things were forced that way. For now he stood posed and ready with his fur prickling. Just what would take place?
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[FALLOWBITE]

ˏˋ*⁀➷　Flamewhisker calls out Skyclaw's name - but all Fallowbite can hear is the roaring of its heartbeat thumping against the hollow of its chest.

There's no more hiding, no more keeping its head down. Its been hard to keep its claws sheathed; it has always been a wild and snarling thing, not a coward. It has never been one to submit with tail tucked between its head. But it knew it could not kill Skyclaw alone, not without taking herself down with him. It's a tempting option, but... She cannot let her siblings face yet more pain.

She has to make things right.

Fallowbite keeps her head high as she strides in through the gorse tunnel, the legions of ThunderClan on her heels. The kittypets, all those outsider-blood cats like herself. She'd summoned them back to their home, apologies not spoken but laced in her words nonetheless. All the cats that Skyclaw and his lackeys look down all, all the cats she'd tried so hard to set herself apart from. He was a fool to trust her, to think that a beast like her would not bite. She will not let herself be caged. She casts a glance to Palefire, to the kittypet-bloods - before turning to look at her "leader". Her maw splits into a bared-teeth grin.

She hopes they tear him apart.

For Antler, for Doe, for her half-siblings and all the kits who shouldn't have to grow up in fear. Flamewhisker may offer a peaceful resolution, but Fallowbite is not so merciful. Her teeth hunger for the blood of tyrants.

‎‎┌── GOD KNOWS I❜M ONLY HUMAN ⁀➷ I GET SO INHUMANE ──┐‎

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  "SPEECH"

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  FALLOWBITE ⁀➷ she / it, warrior of thunderclan, thirteen moons.
  ➳ a scarred, pointed brown and white molly with shaggy fur and golden eyes.
  ➳ standoffish and solitary, always seems to have a dark cloud hanging over its head.
  ➳ baying hound xx npc, littermate to antlerbreeze & doepath.
  ➳ 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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[GENTLESTORM]

.𓍊↟ DOWN THE BANK WHERE THE DOGS ROAM, POR LA CALLE QUE TE LLEVA A CURICÓ ↟𓍊.​

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. — Gentlestorm had finally healed from the previous wounds given to him by Skyclaw as he slips out from his den telling those within it to stay put and that he'd make sure that they're safe. He walks a small distance from his den so that he may see Flamewhisker confronting the kit of his deceased mate, he feels disgust coil in his belly already having a feeling that this may not end out peacefully. His ears angled forward only to nod his approval in the direction of the red tabbied leader, he would be ready for whatever might unfold and he had already made several herb bundles for the blood that might spill today. They would all regret killing Howlingstar and betraying their home, they would all suffer... There would be no Silverpelt for either of them as their spirits detach themselves from lifeless husks.

His claws itch from anticipation but they remained sheathed waiting to see how Skyclaw would take to Flamewhisker's final chance for him to step down. He would be ready for whatever may unfold and he thinks about what Doepath had mumbled a few days prior. "It's Dark..." His stomach twists with anger and unease as his earthy eyes stray away from his friend for a heartbeat to lock onto the inky pelt belonging to one of Skyclaw's followers, his pupils narrowed as a low growl slips from his throat before snapping his gaze away to focus on Flamewhisker once more. Today, they would take back their home.

⡠﹞AND DOWN BY THE BEACH ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. WHERE NO OTHERS CAN FIND﹝⠢

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  MEDICINE CAT IN TRAINING;
  — ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ FLESH WOUNDS
  — ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿❀❀❀ INFECTIONS
  — ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿❀❀❀ ACHES & PAINS
  — ✿✿✿✿✿✿❀❀❀❀ ILLNESS
  — ✿✿✿✿✿✿❀❀❀❀ BREATHING ISSUES
  — ✿❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀ TRAVELING HERBS
  — ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿❀❀❀ BROKEN BONES
  — ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ KITTING
  — ❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀ POISONS
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  ✿ a longhaired blue sepia tom w/low white and brown eyes
  ✿ gentlestorm is a very warm individual and friendly to those who he meets, he's very social and willing to lend anyone a paw if they need it. he's very patient, caring, and it's usually rare to earn his ire.
  ✿ 58 moons old; ages the 27th every month
  ✿ demiromantic bisexual ; widowed mate of little wolf
  ✿ easy to befriend/interact with ; hard to anger/upset ; peaceful powerplay allowed
  ✿ "speech", thoughts, attacking

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[skyclaw]

It's to rain today. Skyclaw notes the different taste in the air - the unease, the static. Cats will certainly abandon their patrols and shelter in camp instead. He would not fault them, for he is no horrible beast and would not force them to work through blustering winds and torrential rains. He is kind, benevolent even to the cats who treat him with his deserved respect. It's simple to say that much of ThunderClan still has not earned that.

His name booms from across camp, not unlike the thunder that breaks soon after. From his seat atop the high rock, his gaze sinks from the clouds to Flamewhisker and the cats that dutifully follow behind her. He looks as if he's been waiting, however in truth, Skyclaw holds pride to coincidence. His tail lashes as he counts the cats behind her - Palefire, Roeflame, Wildheart. His eyes narrow as former familiar faces show up too, like Stormywing, Burnstorm, and Leafhusk. And... Fallowbite. Fallowbite?

"You... You stand with her?" He disrespects Flamewhisker immediately. He ignores her demands, her intentions all to demean the warrior he thought as his. His passive frown morphs into something ugly, twisted. "You're pathetic, Fallowbite - no different than your sisters, no different than a dog following the best smelling ass it can find." She holds a grin gnarlier than his and he makes the public promise, "I'll have your other eye torn from you after this... this mutiny," because he will win. Certainly, when all is said and done, and the deputy (she would be demoted after this,) is done with her tantrum, he will win.

He looks over the crowd of kittypets with a worse frown than before, his claws scoring marks into the high rock. His gaze lands on Flamewhisker once again, glowering towards her. "Do you see yourself?" he asks, his voice raising to challenge hers. "You align yourself with kittypets - loners, rogues, exiles of ThunderClan, and you believe yourself right? You must have a sparrow living where your brain should be, Flamewhisker, because this is ridiculous." His tail lashes. His gaze falls over his followers, summoning them to his ranks.

"I will not stand down. You've no claim to ThunderClan," he says, clearly bittered and annoyed with the display. Rain begins to fall and he doesn't flinch as it splashes against his pelt. "Peace was never an option," a challenge remains in the wind. The path to highrock remains clear, by chance or on purpose, as he waits for Flamewhisker to command death upon her cats. We'll be stronger after this, he thinks. When all is said and done, we'll be better. ThunderClan will thrive. Tragically, the tom still sees no wrong in all he's done. Simply that he's done what was needed. ​

 

[ORANGEPAW.]

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- this was not good. he could smell the blood in the air already and not a single blow had been thrown on either side of this. violence was always going to be the answer. he knows. but he also knows he cannot fight. he cannot possibly defend anyone, not when he's like this. not when his body aches, still, and he is so apprehensive to hurt anyone in the first place. but if he has to... he will. he stands from his nest, standing outside of the den. everyone in here was his friend, whether they thought so or not. he would protect them with his life, and it pains him to even think about, but of he has to hurt someone... he will. he knows little about fighting, he hasn't trained enough, but he will do what he must.

"stars help us all..."

he closes his eyes in a silent prayer to the starred warriors. he can only hope they will help. he hopes everyone walks away from this because that's all he has. hope.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── NO USE LOOKING OUT ⋅❁⋅ ITS WITHIN THAT BRINGS THAT LONELY FEELING ──┐‎

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  ORANGEPAW ✩ he/they, apprentice of thunderclan, 10 moons.
  ⭃ rather large polydactyl orange tabby with white markings, green eyes, a broken left hind leg, and scars on his face and right side
  ⭃ npc x npc // no known family. mother is deceased
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ not necessarily great in battle. semi easy to attack due to lack of expereince alone.
  ⭃ penned by scar ↛ @salemdraws on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[STORMYWING]

// headed for the nursery with @COLTKIT

Stormywing's pace is swift as she follows the throng of cats back to ThunderClan's camp. She sticks by her former apprentice's side, relief and pride swelling in her chest. She'd known Fallowbite had always been good. Even through it all...she remained good. It saw the light, finally, and the warrior can't help the joy she feels at that. She brushes her shoulder against her, casts her a wink of camaraderie if Fallowbite looks her way, then focuses on the bramble entrance ahead.

Finally, we're home. She draws a deep breath as she pushes her way into the camp, golden eyes flickering about at the cats who'd ridiculed her, who'd murdered her brother. Her fangs grit together as her gaze finds Flamewhisker and she stands tall, her tail curled protectively around Coltkit who she's kept at her flank. She remembers Leafhusk's orders well, but first she wants to see the look on Skyclaw's face when he realizes he is losing. She will fight, if needed. For Pebblestep. "Flamewhisker is ThunderClan's rightful leader!" She yowls, tail sticking straight up and a growl vibrating in her throat as rain begins to splash against her pelt. But she can't stay here. "This way, Coltkit. To the nursery. Quickly." She nudges the young tom towards the den where the queens and kits reside and hurries after him, only to plant herself firmly in the entrance. No one will get past her if she has anything to say about it.​

 

[Scarletpaw]

Scarletpaw's head jerks up from where it had been resting on her paws, the booming call for her uncle catching her attention immediately. The young she-cat scrambles to her paws and subconsciously pads closer to the Highrock, closer to Skyclaw as her split gaze remains trained on the deputy. The fur along her spine bristles uneasily. This won't end well. Movement at the camp entrance causes her ears to prick and she stiffens when she sees her exiled clanmates return...alongside Fallowbite and Palefire. A small gasp leaves her - had Fallowbite betrayed Skyclaw?

Among the returning cats, she spots her uncle...her cousins...and Ivorypaw. Ears flattening, her claws sink into the dirt as stress grabs at her heart. She...she wasn't supposed to see them all again! They were gone, they rejected Skyclaw and his ideals, they weren't ThunderClan and they'd never be ThunderClan! She doesn't even notice when she begins to tear up the earth beneath her, her tail lashing to and fro as she looks back up at her uncle. His response is clear. Blood will spill today. And she's already chosen her side, hasn't she? Skyclaw took her under his wing when her mother died. Skyclaw taught her right from wrong. She owes everything to him. So she has to defend him, right? Baring her teeth, the gangly apprentice lowers her head and prepares for battle, nervousness coiling itself uncomfortably in her gut. This is what mom would have wanted. ​

 

[COLTPAW]

Coltkit lopes along at Stormywing's flank, a bundle of gilded blooms tucked securely into his thick tail - fluff and his two - toned eyes newly alight with purpose. He's starting to grow into his overlong limbs, but they're still outsize—which is a boon now, for it's not much effort to keep up with the warrior's quick steps. He does not pay Fallowbite's conversion much mind, half out of blindness to the complicated issue and half out of focus on the greater goal. They're going home today, and Flamewhisker's roar of challenge says as much as the exiles pour into ThunderClan's camp.

He stands as tall as he can manage at Stormywing's side, the gentle press of her tail to his side assuring him that he's safe—that if he can survive their days in the scrublands, he can survive anything. Skyclaw's disrespect falls from the Highrock like the rain, and he mimics Stormywing's ferocity in a snarl of his own, " Yeah! You butthead! " His tongue pokes between his long fangs, the nursery insult a slightly jarring reminder that, despite his bravado, his name is still Coltkit.

" Okay, Stormywing, " he trills obediently, beginning in what he hopes is a brave trot that quickly degenerates into an all - out sprint. " Bay! Twi! I'm home! " the boy yowls as he hurtles into the nursery, bits of bramble snagging in his fur with the force of his entry. Coltkit aims to all but tackle @TWILIGHTKIT ⋆ , more than likely bowling his friend over with the force of his " hug ". " I missed you! "

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[Flamestar]

〔✦〕Skyclaw's words do not immediately address her, no, instead they fall upon Fallowbite. A grin of satisfaction forms on her maw as he realizes it's betrayal. He truly was an idiot. Fallowbite had been the main reason this rebellion had been possible. Without it, she wouldn't have been able to meet with Roeflame and Raccoonstripe, to help spread her plan, and to find their exiled clanmates and bring them home. The tom threatens to have her other eye torn out, but she would like to see him try. He would have no free paws when she was finished with him.

His venomous words were then flung to her, and she met them without blinking. "They are kittypets no more, just as I am no longer a loner." Her tail lashed behind her as her fur began to prickle along her shoulders. "You are just as much a kittypet as they are. Or have you forgotten who your father is?" If anyone had a sparrow between the ears it was him. Blazestar and Little Wolf had been such noble cats, how had their offspring turned into this?

The deputy thrust a paw forward. He refused to step down peacefully, so she would do what he had done to Howlingstar....take it by force. "Very well.." Her head shook in mock disappointment. She had known this would never end peacefully, but she had given him the chance to be fair.

"Thunderclan! Take back your home! Rid the forest of these murderers!"

The order rang through the camp, and before it finished echoing, she was already running towards the Highrock. Her claws dug in the ground as she charged past his followers, making it to the rock without resistance. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she made the climb up the side, and onto the flat surface. She had never stood here before, and it felt wrong to spill blood on Howlingstar's sacred throne. But she would avenge their leader today, she would make things right. "I watched you come into this world. I never thought I'd have to take you out of it." Her words were cold as she stepped forward, lowering her head, and baring her teeth. "I'm so sorry Little Wolf." The joy that had lit up her former denmate's eyes when her two kits were born replayed in her mind as she leaped forward with outstretched claws, aiming to dig her teeth into his shoulder as hard as she could.

even on my weakest days ( I get a little bit stronger ) //

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  GET EM THUNDERCLAN!!!
  
• FLAMEWHISKER —— deputy of thunderclan , mentoring none . storm x lily . littermate to nala, smokey, and nemo ✦ penned by icey !
  ✦ afab / she/her / 36 moons & ages every 20ᵗʰ
  ✦ widowed / heterosexual / closed to romance
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— difficult in battle
  
  ✦ “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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[tigerwing]

Finally, she is home. Though, her home led by an awful tyrant, the much older apprentice seems eager to return. Return under Flamestar. not Skyclaw, he did not belong. She follows Fallowbite through the familiar gorse tunnel, her orange and chocolate head held high as vibrant green eyes burn into this other who made himself visible so quickly.

He will not take Fallowbites eye. He will not take Flamewhiskers life. He will absolutely not, and she will die protecting her clan even if she did just come home, and the small gait in her healing hind leg threatened weakness- she will fight for her clan.

Tigerpaw held her head high as she pushed ahead a bit, drawing a snarl in her voice. "You will do no such thing to Fallowbite. You dare say it caused mutiny, when you murdered your own family to see yourself in a place you do not belong. You will see your end, today, Skyclaw."

She had been filled in, and she had waited for this moment, and reprepared herself for a battle that she was nothing but late for. If only she was here sooner, if only she had never been torn away from her home by the monster. And kept further away from this one, who deems himself as a truer monster.

And as Flamewhisker pulled the first strike towards that beast, she would follow suit- aiming with outstretched claws to whoever dared try to go after Flamewhisker or one of her followers.

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[darkthistle]

A mutiny. Darkthistle's stomach curled with anger and hate, all the things he failed at. He had taken lives. He had nearly succeeded in taking Doecry's, too. It was a shame that Fallowbite, once one of the redeemed, one of the righteous, stood down there with the poison that still stained Thunderclan. Darkthistle curled his lip from where he stood on the edge of the ravine. He licked his lips, eyes widening as he saw something, an opening.

Gentlestorm had snaked out of his den. The very beating heart that kept Thunderclan alive, and the paw it was applied with. No, these cats would not be allowed to live. Darkthistle's grin widened, eyes lighting with an idea. An idea. One that would shatter Thunderclan- or what was left of the cats that Gentlestorm stood aside with. Just before the fighting began did the shadow pass alone the ravine wall and drop down into the medicine den, slipping into the darkened depths of the den.

// semi-out, moving to a private thread! do not attempt to stop/follow, this is a plot!​

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[Houndshade]

Flamewhiskers cry rings out, much alike a group of startled birds. Houndshade could swear that it went from one end of the camp and bounced right back to the cat that called out. Oh, so this is happening, then? Is the first thought to cross her mind, they weren't really sure what day an uprising was going to come but she had hoped that one was coming at all.

It's an easy thought to align herself with Flamewhisker, the rightful leader of ThunderClan in her eyes. Slotting herself alongside her clanmates, holding in a shaky breath as the deputy challenges Skyclaw. There's an offer to step down peacefully, though they really doubt that he'd take it. She hopes that Flamewhisker isn't storing all of her hopes on that option, not when he clearly didn't want things done peacefully with Howlingstar.

She had lashed out before, it's something that Houndshade has to remind themself. Flamewhisker has only been quiet in these situations when it's been forced out of her. The sound of commotion draws her attention and she sees Fallowbite of all cats leading those exiled back into their home. For a moment they smile, there's relief that they didn’t need to consider it an enemy anymore. So things really were different in comparison to the last time Skyclaw was demanded to step down, that brought enough peace to her that she could focus on the task at hand.

She wants to help, stars above she really wants to help ThunderClan claw it's way back from this stain on their history. The first and really only way in her mind to do that is for both Skyclaws and his followers blood to spill. They tense where they stand, waiting anxiously for any call to action. Their heart beats an unsteady rhythm, too fast to discern a pattern but she feels it against her ribcage, this would be different to any sparring with apprentices and the sight of blood will be different to hunts. These were once friends, clan mates, though it is hard to have sympathy for those who have slain over such flawed beliefs. Presuming that they all think like Wrathpaw that is, they doubted that much. So they try to close their mind off to the personalities these cats once had before they showed their true personalities and opinions. They were enemies after all and she knew deep down that none of them would even spare a second to think of mercy like she was.

Her lamenting is cut by that call to action she had been waiting to hear, now or never she supposes. Ears flatten as she watches the deputy leap to action against Skyclaw. A reminder that they themself needed to move, her heart beats faster than before. Blood rushing fills her ears as she takes the opportunity to swipe at the first enemy cat that tried to come near her, darting to the side she raked claws down their flank, twisting and digging into the flesh. she hopes that it hurts, no mercies are to be given anymore, that much she thinks she can do. Even if she wasn't the most active clan member when things were normal she'd do anything she needed to today to bring that normalcy back.

// feel free to be the villain she’s attacking otherwise I'm happy with it being an npc <33
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[Softsight]

Carrionshriek was lethargic. She was tied, of the rule that Skyclaw was exerting over ThunderClan, and she was tired of being unable to do anything about it - she just had to keep faith that Flamewhisker had a plan, and that one day, that plan would be put into action. The day would come... and Carrionshriek just had to wait. She was lounging near the warriors' den, curled into herself, when Flamewhisker's voice cut through the monotony of Skyclaw's ThunderClan.

"Take back your home!" Was Flamewhisker's war cry, and then the clearing erupted into chaos, fangs and claws shining under the rain-filled sky. Carrionshriek shot to her paws, eyes wide, wider than they'd ever been before, when she realized what was happening. This was it. This was the day that ThunderClan would return to order, or those who sought that order would die trying. Now, it was just a matter of what Carrionshriek was going to do. Was she going to stand around? No, she couldn't. She couldn't call herself a warrior of ThunderClan if she stood back and did nothing.

But was she ready to fight? Was she ready to get proper blood under her nails, the taste of it in her mouth, feel the scathing pain of claws tearing skin? Carrionshriek swallowed, and stepped forward, looking at the fighting that was taking place. She had to fight, didn't she? It would be the right thing to do, the warrior thing to do... her eyes swept over the returning kittypet-bloods, and she took a deep breath. It was for what she wanted. She wanted ThunderClan to be home to all, whether that be Roaringpaw or Gentlestorm, and she was going to fight for that ideal.

A wicked noise made Carrionshriek's ears perk up, and she crouched low to the ground. It took her a moment to realize the noise was coming from her, building up in her throat and leaking out through her jaws like a mist circling the ground; she was growling, low and mean, the noise of one who had been pent up for far too long and was ready to strike. A rattlesnake in the grass. This was the ThunderClan in Carrionshriek, in Softsong, the nativism of one who knew what ThunderClan ought to be.

"For ThunderClan!" Carrionshriek bellowed, echoing Flamewhisker's words, and she flung herself onto the closest of Skyclaw's minions that she could see in the roiling chaos of the clearing.

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• ! feel free to be the lackey she's gone after but otherwise assume it's an NPC :] Softie go wild be free moment
  

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• CARRIONSHRIEK ✩ warrior of thunderclan, eleven moons
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[Smokefur]

Golden eyes turn to slits as he watches the pathetic excuse of a deputy try to proclaim her right to leadership. He let out a huff of annoyance. If she truly deserved to be leader, she would have fought harder when Skyclaw took his place. Not that she would have lived of course, but she could have at least sped up her inevitable death. Now she would die today, thinking she were in the right, when really she was just risking her clanmates lives. Giving them false hope, at what they believed would be a better life.

Flamewhisker gave the call to fight, and Smokefur was on his paws in an instant. She was headed right towards Skyclaw, but he wouldn't intercept her. No, he would give his leader the honor of ripping out her throat. Instead, he turned his gaze to the nearest target beside him. He didn't care that he was an apprentice, this apprentice would strike that deputy right in the heart.

Smokefur was on him in an instant, slamming into his side like a brick wall. Flamewhisker's son may be faster than him, but he had the advantage. Brute strength. Slinging his muzzle downwards, Smokefur grabbed ahold of the apprentice's throat, ripping it away until he moved no more.

As the light left his eyes, Smokefur let go, leaving the black and white bundle to lay limply along the bloodstained grass. "Pity. Thunderclan won't miss your tainted blood."

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• SMOKEFUR ✩ he/him, warrior of thunderclan, 14 moons
  ⭃ lh blue ticked tabby / blue smoke chimera with yellow eyes. mentored by ravenstrike
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Icey ! ↛ @icefang65 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[TWILIGHTKIT ⋆]

Twilightkit sits in her nest. Ever the obedient, dutiful child, she does not explore the outside when it a storm brews. The sky darkens with clouds and the air becomes thick with rain to come, and the child waits it out, for she has nothing better to do. The storm comes, too, in the form of shouting. Demands. That's Flamewhisker's voice, and others ringing behind it with familiarity. And then Skyclaw's - a challenge. The storm won't rage in the skies alone.

"Momma," the kitten eeks out, looking towards Nightbird expectantly. A direction, instruction, something. Twilightkit grasps for attention only to be told what to do. Stormywing appears at the maw of the nursery, a face blurred by memory but the silver kitten remembers her scar. Behind her, a tom that stands tall, too tall. He's almost grown into his gangly limbs and big paws, his dual toned eyed flicking towards her litters nest as he calls for her and her sister. Coltkit.

It does not take long. His body collides with her and given her three legs, it is easy for her to be toppled over. The she-cat squeaks something of surprise, eyebrows furrowing as she fights the urge to grin. Once they're stable, she frustratedly pushes her lone forepaw to his chest, forcing distance between them whilst looking up towards his face. A goofy expression, but one she... missed, certainly. After a moment, she presses her nose to his, "I missed you..."

She doesn't elaborate, and can't given the commotion that screams outside of the nursery. Twilightkit grimaces and stands again, slipping in beside Coltkit naturally. She bumps his arm with her shoulder, "My nest," she demands, "Come. We'll be safe there," she pushes for him to join her and her litter, leaving very little room for arguments.​

 

[Tybalt [Stagstrike]]

(after the unfinished poisoning thread)

Tybalt padded back into the camp after the exiled cats. He had only been gone a short time, but the guilt of his fleeing still hung off him in waves. He would not do it again, not with the whole of ThunderClan to back him up. The wound on his neck still hurt, but had ceased its bleeding. He made no move to have the medicine cat check over it, for he had survived worse and if he was to die here perhaps it would make up for his earlier leaving. Restore some of the honor he had lost. He turned his head briefly to watch Coltkit duck into the nursery and then leapt into the fighting, making a point to keep his chin tucked over his injured neck. He could deal with the wound later, when the rest of the clan was safe.

 

[badgerstripe]

It's time. It's happening

Badgerstripe's heart pounds fearfully in her throat as Flamewhisker takes a stand and loudly proclaims her intentions. She doesn't dare tear her gaze away from the deputy. She hopes that Skyclaw backs down - that no more blood must be shed. This could be easy.. they could all be safe.

But Skyclaw speaks his discontent. Loudly, viciously, he threatens Fallowbite - a cat that Badgerstripe cannot feel sympathy for, for that was one more warrior that could've prevented this all - and Flamewhisker herself.

Badgerstripe finally tears away to scan for the colorful coat of her apprentice, but feels her blood run cold as she spots her. Scarletpaw stands proudly with Skyclaw, driving a jealous wedge into Badgerstripe's heart. The molly frowns hard, but.. does not call. No, instead, she tears her gaze away - she lets her. It is far to risky to call for Scarletpaw now - with how much of her is wrapped around her uncle's paw. She cannot risk her own life.. or her kittens.

Badgerstripe looks the other way - refuses to see her apprentice's bold betrayal. And then... as quickly as a harsh summer storm, all hell breaks loose.



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.. With the battle raging around her, Badgerstripe parts from Sleekserpent. Claws brandish themselves against the ground below as she slinks between bodies, almost mindlessly traveling, like a calm stream through breezing blades of grass. Tears ebb her eyes, and though she desires to fight, she heeds Flamewhisker's dire warning, and moves on determinedly.

She saw Stormywing usher one of the exiled kits into the nursery, and manages to slither in unscathed. " It's just me, " Badgerstripe croaks out, meeting the terrified pairs of tiny eyes that land on her. It pains her with a strong, maternal urge to protect - one she never thought herself capable of feeling - that these little ones must bare witness to a catastrophe not once, but twice. To think that her own may witness it too, should they fail today.. it fears her unfathomably.

Green eyes flick up to Stormywing, who guards the den fervously. " Flamewhisker told me not to fight, " she explains, in a hushed tone, as if she still couldn't believe it herself." I am with kits. " But as she takes a ready crouch next to the kittens in side, like a feline shield, she prepares herself for the worst.

She was instructed not to fight. But if Stormywing were to fall and falter, stars forbid these wretched cats reach her now - Badgerstripe will tear into them like a hungry hound.


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[skyclaw]

Again. Again. "Shut up...!" Like a petulant child he whispers, knowing full well that in the impending chaos and storm, no one will hear him. Stop mentioning him, Blazestar, that idiotic fool who broke the very code that protected his family. Who created him, a living sin. Is that all he is? He has boiled himself down to his own bare pieces, a hypocrite unable to see the faults of his actions. And yet to others, all they see is a tom unyielding, a beast unwanted by all. A kitten abandoned by his father, an apprentice lost to his mother, a warrior who's littermate perished for what - for what?

Is all he is - is Blazestar's son?

I hope to ruin your memory. He hisses. He can taste blood on his tongue from biting it, his growl thundering as loud as the sky's.

"I will never forget -" he shouts. Flamewhisker declares war, lightning striking with the cracking of her tail. He stands tall, unwavering, unyielding. "- I spilled his blood. I killed Blazestar, just as I did Howlingstar. Just as I did several cats -" she's running towards him. A path is made for her, and in the wake of her thrumming paws, cats clash behind her. Blood is already spilling, both sides risking fatalities. "- and just as I'll do to you." She meets him on the high rock, and he knows that this is the end. After this, all the strife will be over.

He lets her crash into him, her fangs digging into his shoulder and sending them across the high rock. He twists as soon as he's able, aiming to dig his own fangs into her nearest ear and pulling. She'd lose her ear if she didn't pull away, and perhaps a cat so infatuated with kittypets would be vain enough to fear their ruined image. He pushes his hind legs against her stomach, claws unsheathed as he tries to shove her off. Once he's able, he stands, feeling his wounds from the last couple weeks weep and ache.

"Do you fear death, Flamewhisker?" he takes a few steps back from her, initiating a slow circle around her, enticing her to join in the rhythmic pacing. "Howlingstar died, what, nine times? Do you want that for yourself - that repeated pain, to watch your kin die, and die again?" He sees Sparrowpaw's limp body in the crowd and grins. "You should give in early. One death is enough for you."​