STRINGS OF VIOLETS \ scenting a rogue

[THUNDERGLEAM]

The freedom to roam the territory more was on Thundergleam did not take for granted- her stroll was a leisurely one, undertaken with a soft smile and clear eyes. Chin angled upward and tail straight, with every breath she drank in the immaculate reality that this was her home- that she was living her Truth, was walking sylphlike through her destiny. The fate that had slumbered in her bones for so, so long now... it was finally here.

The dusk began to bruise the sky, and Thundergleam was ready to turn back to camp so that she might watch StarClan emerge in the camp clearing- but the scent of something off, something unfamiliar, crawled through her nostrils. Snowy lashes fluttered rosy eyes wide, and she prowled toward the source. Unfamiliar, but certainly feline... and it was stale, but not by long. Whoever had been here had only fled a few hours ago, their scent clumsily melded with that of the oak forest.

Lips parted ajar... there was nothing else she could glean, though, from tasting the air. Hearing the shuffle of footsteps behind her, Thundergleam's voice was cold as a body as she murmured, "Someone has come close to intruding, here..." with grave seriousness in her voice.​

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[PALEFIRE]

Palefire tread quietly behind Thundergleam as the newly-deemed warrior approached the camp's entrance, her mind elsewhere and her steps aimless until the lyrical voice ahead brought her to attention. She found herself still struggling to focus these days, and it was starting to frustrate her. And she would hesitate to admit it, but if the ivory she-cat hadn't spoken up, she might've never noticed the foul odor that was now beginning to fade around them.

The lilac molly's fur bristled immediately at the suggestion of an intruder, her nose wrinkling as she tasted the same unfamiliar scent on the air that her companion had cleverly picked up on. Her heart began to race, and she struggled to keep her composure as she always did in similar situations, clearing her throat softly to disguise her nerves. "Well spotted. We should... we should patrol the area to make sure they aren't still around."

Her voice was sharp as steel and her demeanor forced into calmness, but inside, a war of emotions began to battle for control. Anytime the subject of rogues was broached, even so much as a passing comment, her stomach churned and her teeth begged to tear into something... anything. Palefire was made an orphan by a ruthless band of rogues, and she would not stand for one of those foxhearts trespassing freely on Thunderclan territory. She would happily purge the world of every last drop of their treacherous blood if she could, but for now, she would console herself by dispatching any who were unlucky enough to wander into her forest.

Cold blue eyes fell to Thundergleam with an almost desperate edge, her claws flexing harshly into the earth as she awaited her clanmates agreement. They couldn't let the culprit get away if they were nearby, especially with what had happened to Falonheart only days ago. What if these two events were connected somehow? The idea made her uneasy. "...please," she added in a quiet, almost childlike plea.

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• PALEFIRE ♡ she / her, warrior of thunderclan, 16 moons
  ⭃ lh lilac lynx point w/ low white and blue eyes. tall and slender, fast and agile.
  ⭃ currently emotionally withdrawn, all opinions are strictly ic and likely spur-of-the-moment.
  ⭃ single, open to relationships / / mentor to no one // formerly mentored by nightbird
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking.
  ⭃ penned by limerence ↛ @limericks. on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[Flamestar]

〔✦〕She had ran into Thundergleam on a walk of her own. It felt amazing being able to take walks to clear her head again, and it seemed Thundergleam was also enjoying her newly given freedom. Somedays she still found the alabaster she-cat odd at times, but she had grown found of her. Around the same time she had found her, Palefire had also arrived. The deputy trilled a greeting to both the she-cats. As they walked, it was obvious how quiet Palefire was as she trailed behind them. Flamewhisker turned her head to speak to Nightbird's former apprentice, but before she could speak, Thundergleam caught wind of an intruder.

Almost immediately, the fur along her shoulders ruffled up. A hiss left her lips as she inhaled the same stench. It was several hours old, but someone had been here nonetheless. If there was one thing she took more seriously than anything, it was trespassers. She had lost her mate to rogues, and almost her son. Fallowpaw and her siblings had almost been killed by their rogue mother...and while the journeying cats had been gone, all of the clans had became overrun by rogues. Her gaze shifted to Palefire, remembering that she had lost her parents during those days. "We will." her voice was firm, with no room for argument. Even if they came up empty pawed, none of them would be able to sleep tonight without ensuring their camp and clanmates were safe. "It looks like they went this way.." She pointed out, following the trail forward a couple paw steps.

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

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• FLAMEWHISKER —— deputy of thunderclan , mentoring none . storm x lily . littermate to nala, smokey, and nemo ✦ penned by icey !
  ✦ afab / she/her / 34 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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[THUNDERGLEAM]

The look in Palefire's eyes struck Thundergleam deeply- she gazed into cold blue, feeling the frigid contagion of the warrior's wariness turning her own blood cryogenic, too. Palefire feared danger, that much was clear- and Thundergleam had learned well of their intolerance for trespassers, especially the sort that would rake violent, thieving claws along dirt, along flesh. A glimmering feeling had Thundergleam thinking Palefire may have experience in battling rogues- and the way she murmured please sent a shiver enath her pelt, and had the snow-fall molly nodding in silent agreement.

"Yes- of course, Palefire," Thundergleam murmured softly, voice pregnant with empathy. The nervous flex of her claws did not go unseen by Thundergleam. Soft eyes found Flamewhisker as the honourable deputy found her path forward- Thundergleam smiled gently, blinking in butterfly-wing agreement. The ginger molly's tone left no room for argument- and Thundergleam readied herself, feeling her skin steel beneath pale fur.

Thundergleam parted her jaws. "Yes... though the scent is stale," she pointed out. "Not by much, though... they may still be lurking. If we do not find them tonight... perhaps we should bolster our patrols." There was no assumption in her voice- it was merely a suggestion, after all, and ultimately Flamewhisker's decision. An ember-glow deputy, she was; Thundergleam trusted the right call would be made no matter what. ​

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[REDFLOWER]

She's still paw-sore from her hunting patrol earlier, but she follows Flamewhisker easily enough back into the dusty, dry forest. The streams have dried into trickles, but the forest is thick, lush with beauty. Prey is plentiful, though it has to be, to keep their overfed kittypet Clanmates fed. Redflower tastes the air seconds before Thundergleam and Palefire scent the outsider cats. Her lip curls, and she struts forward to stand boldly beside the ginger-pelted deputy.

"More rogues," Redflower hisses, the brindled fur along her spine beginning to bristle. The mottled she-cat comes to stop a few foxlengths from Thundergleam — and her pale yellow eyes narrow. "Of course, you'd be the first to scent them." She lashes her tail, a smirk crawling over her pale lips like a worm into the rain. "Recognize them? Old friends of yours?"

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

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

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