camp WATCHFUL EYES -- guarding the camp

[Orangestar]

Prepare for the worst. Defend the injured, kits and elders.

As Blazestar and his patrol had taken off, Orangeblossom had turned to face her Clanmates. "I want at least one uninjured warrior at every den, and two at the camp entrance. If you have good night vision, I want you in a tree. Kits, stay with the queens in the nursery-" She makes eye contact with a queen and nods, knowing that she can trust her denmates to fight for their lives and the lives of their charges. Queens could be surprisingly fierce, even if they had little experience in a fight. "I want two fast SkyClanners ready to run for help if we need it."

Now, in the still of night, the forest seems to hold its breath.

Digging her claws a couple of boughs above Highbranch, Orangeblossom grits her teeth against the strain in her legs and settles in for the watch. Stinging with tiredness, her dark eyes dart back and forth through the gaps in the trees. It's times like this she appreciates the sparse undergrowth between SkyClan's pines, with little obstruction in the way of watching for unfamiliar pelts that race between the trees. Unbidden, the mental image of a moor-rat smacking into a trunk crosses her mind and she snorts. But back to task. If she kept thinking about WindClanners running into trees, she'd miss one of their mange-ridden pelts fleeing campward.

"No sign of them so far." She confirms after another look around the immediate area, pitching her voice to her Clanmates.

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• // happens at the same time as this thread!
  
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  orangeblossom. tags.
  — she/her, skyclan deputy.
  — mentor to eveningpaw.
  — attack in #e08550. uses trees as an integral part of her fighting style.
  — mean enough to note that her thoughts don't reflect my opinions as a writer haha.
  — penned by mercibun; @ me in any official tabbytales discord for plots. :]
  — art by merc!<3
  

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[Grapejuice]

Grapejuice had gone to the nursery as he had planned. He would never forgive himself if the kits and queens got hurt or worse while he was here. He hadn't been present for the first raid.... But he was here now and he would make up for his absence if Windclan came bursting into camp again.

He sat outside with his eyes pinned on the entrance and ears pricked to pick up any unwelcome noises.

He was ready to kill if he had to. He may not be as experienced in battle as most others, but he's seen enough injuries at the clinic to erase any unease about spilling blood he would have had.

He still can't believe how injury prone some animals are.

But THAT was a spiraling thought train for another time. He looks to the kits and queens in the nursery, innocent faces and loving mother's. He won't fail them if it comes to battle. He will give his life if he has to, but preferably he'll be taking a Windclanner with him.​

 

[TWITCHBOLT]

Fear writhed in him, he could not deny it. As always, Twitchbolt's mind could not help but wander down the most morbid paths- images of WindClan making it, of a reality where they did not run into ThunderClan, where the two oak-forest warriors had not been fast enough, where Howlingstar had decided not to intervene. Another blood-soaked night where moor-warriors had descended onto their camp in dead darkness and crawled through their dens like an infestation, slaughtering anyone who got in their way. His muscles twitched, body trembled, at those thoughts- but he had to, had to, had to push them away. For SkyClan, for his friends who needed him, for his Clanmates who needed to be protected.

Dutifully, despite his dither, he heeded Orangeblossom's instructions. This was no frivolous training session, no... no spar, no drill. This was real, and he could not hide away as if he was unneeded. At the worst times of anxiety he had learned to bear his fangs against both that flighty apprehension and whatever was threatening SkyClan, and he would not let himself falter now.

"I'll- I'll go to the trees, he offered, tone affirmative despite its false start. Fear twitched through him as it always did, but there was a distinctive look of determination written in his amber-splashed gaze as he met the deputy's eyes for a moment. He was a good climber, a good tracker- talented for watchfulness and wariness. He knew that he could best serve his Clan as a lookout, cradled among the pines, in this time of peril.​

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[sparrowsong!]

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There was something bordering despair in Sparrowpaw's eyes as they watched the battle patrol leave camp. Fear, more prominently. They were going out to fight. They were going to bleed. What if they didn't come back, what if they were left on the ground, bleeding, hurt? Not again, not again.

The next breath the tabby drew in was a squeak of a hiccup, frame trembling and tears welling. Drizzlepaw was on that patrol. Silversmoke- Johnnyflame. Silversmoke had said trust in their Clanmates, but did that mean they weren't supposed to be afraid? They wanted everyone to be home. They didn't want this to be happening.

"Come back soon," they whispered in a cracked voice, throat tight. Drawing their paws close, they sat with hunched shoulders and a lowered head, unable to look away from the spot they had last seen their Clanmates when they walked out. They wanted to burn it into their memory.​

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[QUILLSTRIKE]

DARK BLUE, DARK BLUE, HAVE YOU EVER BEEN ALONE IN A CROWDED ROOM?​

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"I'm on the entrance." replied Quillstrike, the fur along his neck spiking up in agitation as he turned and made quick strides toward his post. The chimera was absolutely furious, and if any Windclan cats managed to get past the patrol Blazestar had taken out, he wouldn't hesitate in going for the kill.

Broad shouldered and menacingly tall, Quill parked himself directly outside of the entrance with a lash of his tail, mismatched eyes shining in the darkness as they scanned the forest floor. No weak little moor cat was going to shoulder their way past him without getting torn to fucking ribbons, and with Twitchbolt and Orangeblossom in the trees above keeping a watch on things, he knew he was in safe hands, no Windclanner likely to get the jump on him before his friend or deputy saw them coming.

Briefly he felt the absence of Thistleback at his side, knowing full well the other tom would have been there with him, ready to guard the entrance to their home with everything he had. Would he, though? came a bitter thought from the back of his head. Had Thistle had chosen to leave, just like Banana had, or was something keeping the tom away?

Now wasn't the time for that. He had to focus, and so he did.
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skyclan - male - 16 months (Feb 17th) - bisexual - homoromantic - a very tall, dark chimera tomcat with mismatched eyes and several scars. has bluejay feathers woven like spikes along his spine and neck.

 

[DUSKPOOL]

anger makes you stupid . stupid gets you killed .

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Molten copper narrowed in disdain, muscles coiling, rippling beneath marred, supple flesh, igniting his healing injuries on fire. Damnit. He hated this. Watching his apprentice leave sent tremors through his muscles. You better be safe, kid. He wouldn’t be there to have the smaller feline’s back, ears drawn back, pressed against his helm. His chest swelled and collapsed with each deep inhale of pine, fear lingering heavy on his tongue as Orangeblossom spoke.

Duskpool gritted his teeth, ‘protecting the injured’ like damn did he need protecting. He should be out there with the rest of the battle patrol where he could keep an eye on his apprentice, but shit, he wouldn’t be any use like this. He’d be nothing more than a newborn foal, barely able to walk, much less fight.

His sides heaved, nostrils flaring in exasperation. Don’t fucking die. He thought, mind fuzzy, staring harshly at the ground. He wouldn’t be able to forgive himself if anything happened. Hell. He couldn’t forgive himself for the dog attack, muscle rippling, irritating the gash along his side, dotted with herbs and cobwebs. He breathed harshly, relishing in the prickling thrum of his side, irritating his shoulder as he pressed it into the ground, rigid claws sinking further into the uprooted earth, smelling strongly of the forest he grew to call home.

Pivoting on his paws, Duskpool limped to the nursery, screw being wounded. If he couldn’t be out there, then like hell they’d get to his son who peered out from the nursery, roundish optics glistening with fear, grief-stricken. “I’ll stick close to the nursery if anyone wishes to join me.” He rumbled, voice steady, save for his palpitating heart thudding harshly against its boney prison. He trusted Drizzlepaw ( and Johnnyflame ), but he couldn’t be there. He couldn’t do much, but this … this much he could do. He could protect his clan like he swore he’d do all those moons ago, even if he was camp-ridden. ​

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[Plaguepaw]

I've been trying not to

Bristled pelts and stern expressions illustrate the posture of many cats quickly moving about after Orangeblossom gives her command. Blue green eyes watch the deputy ascend high branch with wide eyes as he steps to the front of the nursery, tapered ears angled forth. His head whipped to and fro as certain individuals positioned themselves in the trees and at the entrances. The cream hued deputy announces that there was no sign of someone and his brows pinch in confusion. No sign of who? "What's going on?" Plaguekit inquired, his own hackles standing on end, for the tension was thick and heavy laden. The scene was vaguely reminiscent of the chaos unfolding during his shelter escape. The hefty, hulking form of Duskpool ambles forward, blocking in the entrance to the nursery and he steps to the side to allow the warrior more room. But also so he can continue to peer out and watch. ​

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[Fireflyglow]

"No." Fireflypaw meowed sternly as he stepped out of the medicine den, circling Duskpool with his head held low. He looked wolfish, almost- the way his head held low and tail remained just above the ground. "You will stay in the medicine den as Dawnglare advised." Ghostly blue hues stared widely into the distance as he spoke, He wanted so desperately to move Duskpool back to the medicine den, but the tom was stronger than him even with his injuries. He wouldn't disobey the High Priest; that was a one way ticked to damnation, and he wasn't up for something like that. His head swivels then, hearing Plaguekit's voice. That troublesome kit..

"Don't worry about it, Plaguekit." He replies absently, his own worry for his father and sister digging a hole in his throat. He can feel it tighten in thought, tail-tip twitching in half-irritation. Why couldn't he have been brought to the battle, to make sure everyone didn't get hurt? Was he not useful enough for them? Blinking, he looks back over to Duskpool's direction to make sure he went there. "Someone else can guard the nursery. I need you at the medicine den."​

SKYCLAN MEDICINE CAT APPRENTICE ✦ 11 MOONS ✦ CHUNKY, BIG-FOOTED SEAL POINT ✦ TAGS​

 

[eveningsun]

somber air filled camp. although it was growing dark, few were sleeping. there was a blight making it's way to the pine forest, planning on invading camp under the cover of stars. luckily, they would be intercepted. if all went well, windclan would not infiltrate her home as they did when she was a kit.

eveningpaw was happy to remain in camp when the battle party was formed. she lacked the energy and passion necessary for such a scuffle at the moment. however, it did not ease her mind that coyotecrest was fighting the moorland cats. surely they would single him out due to his lineage, his time spent there. the calico tried to remain positive but she didn't know what she would do if another piece of her family was taken.

somewhere nearby, she hears fireflypaw barking instruction to an injured warrior stood outside the nursery. "it's okay, i'll do it," she prompts, offering duskpool her attempt at a reassuring smile. if not for the queens who were also ready to defend, she might not have been so willing. but, skyclan was flooded with kits. they outnumbered the queens, especially with orangeblossom stood deep within camp. she turns to plaguekit who stood peering outside curiously. hopefully he would not have to witness the bloodshed her littermates had. "it'll be okay, just stay inside and try to sleep. you don't have to worry." eveningpaw could only pray that she wasn't lying.​

 

[MALLOWLARK]

The poison had spread- was trying to infect the pine-forest, too. Dandelionwish and Coyotecrest, former-and-current Clanmates both, had been sent into the fray of battle, proving their loyalty directly. Mallowlark, too, now had his chance. With a quick nose-touch to the dawn-kissed forehead of his mate, he padded from the herb-cloyed cradle of the medicine cat's den, to heed Orangeblossom's instructions. His grin did not falter, positivity important to keep in dark times- but there was a forced wideness about it, a lightless glaze to his gaze. There may be family among this battle patrol. Guilty claws still cut, though. Still had to, to protect what he was now loyal to. What he loved, and would love until he joined the worms.

Grapejuice and Eveningpaw took rank before the nursery, Orangeblossom and Twitchbolt scaled the trees- a pointed instruction from Fireflypaw called the injured inside. Moon-wide eyes would find Dawnglare, would linger for a moment, before the large tom followed Quillstrike to the camp's entrance. He and the chimera both were bigger figures- would work well as gargoyles, crouched and watchful, ready to spring to life and fight with stonelike sturdiness at the first sign of danger or invasion.

His teeth, stretched in a smile, shuddered and clattered with anticipation. Bristles prickled across the snowy expanse of his pelt, and scarcely a blink fluttered over his vision. Staring unblinkingly, he would notice any trouble. More than ever he felt an unabashed duty to protect- to throw himself in harm's way, even to the claws of those who might have once liked him, to keep the life he held now. ​

☺PENNED BY PIN​

 

[Alice]

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Her heart beats quickly, worry feels like acid in her throat, and her eyes feel dry from trying to watch every corner. Alice had spent the past few moons learning more battle and hunting skills. But she still spent most of her time helping the queens and kits of Skyclan. She knew her kits were in danger here. But they were strong.

She wraps her tail around one of the smaller kits. Doing her best to comfort them. Kits were smarter than they got credit for. Knowing they could since the preparations for danger as well. Leaning down she gives the kit nearest to her a quick lick.

“No need to fret little ones. Skyclan warriors are the toughest, we’ll be safe.” ​

( AND I BUILT A HOME, FOR YOU, FOR ME; UNTIL IT DISAPPEARED, FROM ME, FROM YOU )

 

[Cherryblossom]

"Kits, stay in the nursery with the queens." Yellow eyes had stayed glued to her mother's patched back ever since Grapejuice and Drizzlepaw had skidded into camp, breathlessly calling down their leader. Blown pupils dart about, glossy orbs careening in their sockets as she tries to take in the scene without losing sight of her family in the night. Fear burbles acidic in her swan throat. Orangeblossom has long since abandoned the High Branch, in favor of a more strategic position near the entrance. Ashenclaw is with the other warriors; with his height, she can easily make out the black tufts of his ears among the loose swarm of cats. As for her siblings, they're all bunched together in the nursery, looking like a mop of dead leaves bound in cobweb with their autumnal colors and white-dashed pelts.

SkyClan's remaining warriors seem to move as one. Each takes up their positions alongside one another as though it were an act rehearsed, muscles coiling grimly beneath greenleaf-glossed pelts. The sour tang of fear pervades camp still, like the ghastly fog-storm upon them some sunrises ago. Cherrykit cannot bring herself to move, because Mama and the other queens are telling her to stay still, because she fears she has so little to offer that if she makes a move it'll be the wrong one. The kitten who once paraded herself like a leader now bunches herself up against the numerous other kittens, the only position she feels confident being in.

A familiar ragged shape bristles a few whisker-lengths away. Cherrykit barely makes out his radioactive gaze between the thick pelts of Eveningpaw, Duskpool, and Fireflypaw, who is trying to drag the wounded back where he belongs. "Shut up, Plaguekit," she meows, a beat after Fireflypaw absentmindedly tries to reassure him. She's scared too, but Mama gave them all instructions to follow, and he's a bigger pebble-brain than she thought if he's choosing now to act out. The order, well, half-insult half-order, strangely reassures her a little.

The sweet breath of a nearby daylight warrior brushes the tops of her ears, and she feels Alice's tongue rasp gently between them. Cherrykit looks up, worry aging her little face. "I know," she murmurs, and believes it. Eveningpaw had said something along those lines, but she also told them to go to sleep, which Cherrykit absolutely isn't going to do. She still doesn't quite know what's going on either. Bitter notes of "WindClan" puncture the Clan's whispers; she heard the name "ThunderClan" once among them too. The pretty tortie face tells her that SkyClan warriors are strong, which of course she'd already known, but it's also the only clue to the situation beyond her fathom.

For once the little calico stays quiet. She'd already told Plaguekit to shut up, and even though she longs to know more, she can't be going against her own word and possibly interrupting the warriors. Cherrykit settles for bringing her multicolored tail to her mouth and swiping her tongue over it. One stroke two strokes three. One stroke two strokes three. She can't see the state of her fur in the shade of the nursery guards, but it's probably bushed in an ugly way. No worry; she has all night to put herself together for the return of those who aren't in camp. Absentmindedly, she wonders if Drowsykit is sleeping through the whole thing.
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[BRIGHTFLAME]

☆ -- | Brightpaw knew that there was always the possibility of battle, of other clans coming into their territory and trying to fight them - she had heard stories from those that had gone to the fourtrees, listening about ThunderClan fight with RiverClan but she didn't know what for - but she always thought they'd be safe. The only clans near them were ThunderClan and RiverClan, and they were too busy fighting with each other for the apprentice to worry about them, so the thought of WindClan coming to them to fight? That wasn't possible in her mind. It wasn't allowed.

But it was happening, and the apprentice would just have to deal with it.

When Orangeblossom asked for fast SkyClanners, Brightpaw nodded her head in response. She was fast, and she was young, she could run away and get help if need-be, especially since she might be able to get away from any WindClanners that came into the camp if need-be due to her size. Climbing up into a tree, she looked towards Orangeblossom, ears swiveling around to listen before her eyes turned away.​

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[Aspenpaw]

Aspenkit heard the order to stay in the nursery, and he would do his best to follow it even though he had plans for the day. He wanted to play, wanted to explore the camp more and try to look outside at the territory the best he could without actually leaving. But that wasn't going to happen apparently.

Listening to Cherrykit tell Plaguekit to shut up, Aspenkit tried his best to be quiet, but it didn't take long before boredom wracked his brain and he began clawing at the nest that he shared with his siblings and mother, ears flattening to his head as a loud sigh left his maw. "I'm bored." The child complained loud enough for those near the nursery to hear, tail lashing out behind him as he looked around. "There's nothing to do in here and I wanna see outside, can I just take a small peak? Please? I'll be quiet I promise." He knew something was happening, but it didn't quite click that it was something bad. Of course he could tell that those in camp were worried, but he didn't know what a fight was, didn't know anything about battles and didn't know much about the other clans. He played with the other kittens and called it battles, so it was fun stuff! They were nothing to be worried about.​

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[Plaguepaw]

I've been trying not to

Voices rise and amongst them Fireflypaw borderline demands Duskpool to return back to his nest residing in Dawnglare's den. His eye glance between both of them with a single brow rising and his maw slightly ajar. Nothing? This was surely more than nothing going on but his attention travels to watch the chaotic, albeit militant, movements of the clan. That is until Cherrykit opens her mouth and inserts herself where she doesn't belong. Indignation paints itself across the burned kitten's face as he turns to look at her, ebony ears pinning further. "You shut up." He drawls, accent thickening as he pins her with an icy glare. If she wanted to sit in the back and tremble like a leaf then fine. It's not like he was breaking any rules by standing near the entrance, he was still upholding Orangeblosom's command to stay in the nursery.

Eveningpaw tries to coax him further to the back. To close his eyes and sleep and the annoyed expression he wore begins to melt ever so slightly. He couldn't bring himself to sleep, but he would at the very least take a step back to appease the apprentice. Turquoise eyes darted in Aspenkit's direction, flicking his forked tail to usher the kit closer. "You can see a little from here amigo." Plaguekit murmurs, craning his collared neck to gain a better angle. His ear flicks as Alice reveals that skyclan warriors are the toughest. "Who do you think Blazestar and the others are going to get?" He asks Aspenkit, whispering. ​

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[CROWSIGHT]

He was just as confused and restless as the other kits. None of the adults were telling them what was going and it was infuriating! Everything was obviously not okay, but the adults all seemed to agree that not letting them wonder what was coming their way or what would come was a good idea. Did they not know that kits could think of worse things? They were curious and knew little about the world around them, so anything was possible. Who was to say the adults weren't telling them that a bear with wings that can breathe fire and when it screeched thunder struck was coming for them?

When Cherrykit and Plaguekit argue, more like tell each other to shut up he has half the mind to tell both of them to shut up because he is not having it. Things are already weird enough that he is beyond rattled, but for them to bicker was grating. It was quite apparent he was in a foul mood. Oh, he was going to be upset for awhile wasn't he? Let's not even mention when everyone came back in wounds and the adults in camp allowed them to go out. He's sure all of the kits would collectively rush out the nursery to figure out what happened.

Although, he would rather not be left to stew in his own anger and opted to hobble over to Cherrykit. He had considered her a friend and noted when he approached her that she seemed worried. After all, Cherrykit's mommy was the second strongest in all the clan, but her mommy was also not in the nursery. Crowkit is not one for words, usually. However, despite not knowing what to say, she was his friend. The frustration simmered when he finally sat in front of her.

He had a small smile not at the situation per se, but the fact that her fur did look unkempt from her usual demeanor. After all, the kits had been sleeping and were suddenly woken up by the commotion. He would hazard a guess his fur made him look like a walking puff ball, or at least the fur on his head and face was swept to one side. "Cherry's mommy is the strongest cat in Skyclan. She will be okay. Come back to Cherry. Your mommy worried about her kits. Can help mommy by make sure your brother and sisters safe." Hopefully she's not too surprised by him speaking this much to her, although she may be surprised that he remembered her lesson. The lesson of not staring at her because while obvious that it was something foreign to him, he still averted his eyes here and there.

Unfortunately, personal space had yet to be learned when he didn't wait for her answer and began to help her brush her fur to appear less unkempt.​

 

[HOUNDHEART]

( ♡ ) "Not alone you won't." Houndheart called gruffly to Eveningpaw as she padded toward her. "It'd take almost three of you to be my size. I'm not leaving the defense of the nursery in the paws of you and a few queens. " Despite the exaggerated humor to her words, there was none in her tone. All her usual warmth had drained out of her, leaving only a terse, dispassionate, coldness.

Houndheart was not herself.

Like a dog on chain, she paced back and forth with ears folded back and muscles tense, never straying too far from her self appointed spot in front of the apprentice den. Her gaze affixed firmly to the camp's entrance. Even under better circumstances, Houndheart's hulking frame and battle scars made her intimidating, if not for warm, if gruff, humor and affability. Now though, she looked like a predator ready to tear the throat out of anything that got too close.

As she paced, Houndheart seethed internally. If Windclan wanted to act like fox-hearted rogues, then she would treat them like it. They would learn what she had done to those that had stood against her in those days before the clans. She would fight as she had not fought since the great battle. If only she had the chance.

But her leader had not chosen her for his patrol. He had left her back here.

Even after all this time, she still felt discomfort acting at another's behest. Even with all the respect she had for Blazestar, she couldn't help but hate following his decision. She wanted to be out there. The old beast in her, reawakened by the threat of violence, cried for her to hunt down the trespassers herself and tear into them until they were all dead or she was. Orders be damned.

Houndheart wouldn't though. She was supposed to be better than that, even if it was painful sometimes.

Behind her, she could hear the kits whispering between themselves fearfully. That was what mattered, she reminded herself. Not her own base desire to tear the invaders apart. She had to take care of more than herself now. There was a clan, and kits, to protect. Even if she miraculously managed to fight off the all of Windclan herself, it would all be for nothing if even one of the managed to slip into camp and wreak havoc. ​

( MY DARLING; THE DEVIL KNOWS MY NAME )

 

[Cherryblossom]

Plaguekit's chilled gaze makes her heart stutter, but only for an eighth of a beat. Cherrykit's returned glare is the barest ember among ashes, almost smothered in the strained atmosphere that'd befallen camp so quickly, yet burning on all the same. As though recalling their moment of civility, she deigns not to start a "no you" war with him at the moment. Instead, she waits till his attention is caught on Aspenkit's yammering to extinguish her own ire, tilting her heated cheeks back into the cool of the den shadows. In the depths of mismatched ears where even Aspenkit's voice doesn't penetrate, she hears her heart quietly hammering a shambling melody, each beat a dissonant strike upon strings too taunt.

A shadow moving catches her eye, turning her head. Oh. It's just Crowkit. Their gazes meet in the gloom, and from the slight crinkle and shine of his, she can tell he's smiling. Just a little, but smiling through the darkness as though something mildly funny had rolled on by, like someone tripping in the background. But he's smiling at her, and smiles for a moment too long before he abruptly launches into the longest speech she's ever heard from him.

It's funny; Crowkit could hardly be considered a friend. Cherrykit is barely aware of what friends are, if she ever gave the concept any thought. She has her siblings, who she sticks to and loves because it's what she's supposed to do. And then there's Plaguekit and Doomkit, two peers she crosses paths with often, too often, yet never seems to see eye-to-eye with. Crowkit should be just as cranky as the rest of them; StarClan knows she's overheard his meltdowns over his sister's snoring. Here he is though, dishelved in the wan moonlight, oblivious as its origin. By the slight twitches of the light in his eyes, she can tell he's even glancing away at points. Like she told, er, taught him to. She doesn't know what to say at first—she's frustrated, he's so unpredictable, and yet there's a warm little spark nudging its way out of her coiled innards. Loosening the night's hold on her ever so gently, like a flame brought close to a slab of ice, the heat worming through its crystalline maze and prying it into water.

It's as though he predicted her stunned response; the shade of a boy settles right into her side and begins helping her with the task she'd only embarked on to keep herself busy. His small tongue lightly pulls at the tangles she's accrued in her sleep, lapping like the tiniest of waves in a puddle. "I..." she mewls. She feels like crying, just a little bit. Like she once told the other smoke boy, there was no point in worrying if she couldn't do a thing to help the warriors anyway. "I know." Orangeblossom is the strongest, and it's Cherrykit's duty to keep her siblings safe, just as it was theirs to guard her. A tiny pang of indignance: it wasn't like she ever forgot. She was just...distracted. "C'mere," she whispers, pushing her kitten-round flank closer into the other's. With short, methodic strokes, she starts to brush away the flyaway strands on his forehead as Houndheart's shadow joins Eveningpaw's, swallowing them in comforting black.​

 

[DOEBLAZE]

✿—— The tabby queen is somewhat late to the announcement—she'd been penned up in the medicine den for a bit, and by the time she's made it to the center of camp, a crowd of cats are already milling about. Thankfully, once she makes it to the nursery she sees that all of her kits appear relatively find; Crowkit is even being something like friendly, perhaps calm almost, with Cherrykit, and it soothes her a touch. By the time she figures out what's going on, it makes her blood run frosty. So soon after losing a life to the dog, Blazestar is leading a party into battle with the vicious WindClanners she has only heard of, never seen. But what she's heard isn't good—that they hate kittypets (like herself, she thinks with a chill), hate SkyClan, would more than likely be happy to see every last member of their Clan slaughtered. The thought makes her shudder and she keeps a careful eye on all of the kits, not just her own.

She has no battle skills to offer, not yet, but she would defend her kits now if she must. Luckily for her, much more skilled cats fill the clearing, preparing to defend their camp from the potential invaders; she thanks the stars that ThunderClan had apparently warned them. Still the queen sits nervously, wishing her tail was long enough to tuck about her shaking paws. The idea of Blazestar facing off against the merciless she-cat she knows leads WindClan, of their own Clan's warriors battling for their lives, fills her veins with ice. She does not want to think about it, but the idea keeps haunting her—she knows he received nine lives, but how many remain?

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• ooc: ackk sorry this is such a late reply i was travelling! just wanted to pop her in here really quick
  

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• ❀ bobbie — for her kithood love of bobby pins she/her ; cisgender female — skyclan — queen — 38 ☾s —— bobbie is a beautiful but insecure lilac tabby, dotted with white patches and with pale green eyes. a queen of skyclan, she's sweet and kind if prone to melancholy; the heartbreaking end of a lifelong romance has left her scarred.. —— smells like sweet lavender & tea leaves ; sounds like sansa stark ; speech in #D64933, thoughts in #B1C797 —— peaceful / healing powerplay permitted ; attacks/contact in underline ; won’t start fights ; will flee ; will show mercy ; won't kill or maim —— pansexual panromantic monogamist, divorced, not looking ; open to friendships, enemies, casual interactions, plotting ; not open to unplanned romance & unplanned battles penned by dejavu— desklamp9 on discord for plots

• shhh don't look here (battle info will go here at some point)

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[DUSKPOOL]

anger makes you stupid . stupid gets you killed .

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A deep rumble escaped his maw, helm lowered to stare at Firefly as they made themselves known, blocking his path to the nursery. His nostrils flared, ears lying flat against his helm. He wanted to protest because he needed to do something, anything to preoccupy his mind with the events happening in the forest. Because damnit did he feel as useless as a newborn kit. His heart thrummed, mouth drier than a desert when he sighed.

Duskpool lowered his head in silent defeat, molten copper narrowing as Evengingpaw offered, not making the obsidian-hued male feel any better. “Alright.” He rumbled. He wasn’t of any use to them. The thought settled weirdly against his tongue, fur prickling with unease. He could barely walk, no less fight, but damn was he going to try if those foxhearted cowards stepped paw into camp, regardless of instructions. He couldn’t just sit back as others fought, but for now, he’ll pivot on unsteady paws, gravitating towards the medicine den where he’d vanish to his designated nest, expression pinched. ​

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