WHEN DOES A RIPPLE BECOME A TIDAL WAVE [CLAIMING SUNNINGROCKS]

[Sharpeye]

☁ //Battling: open again!

The youth evades a dip in the river and even catches him out before he could react to the next attack. Although he pulls backwards it is too slow to avoid a nasty slash over his left eye. He squeezes the eye closed as blood begins to trickle down his face, standing stark against his pale fur. Sharpeye was about to counter but Moonpaw was away, distracted by something else. He whipped his head around and was shocked to see Howlingstar's form looking lifeless upon the ground.

Ultimately he does not pursue Moonpaw, instead allowing her to run to her fallen leader and grandmother. Instead he finds himself staring with a growing haze in his mind. "Why did I even come here? Why do these rocks even warrant the spilling of so much blood? So much life?" Was it all really worth it?

The battle rages on however, now with a greater volatility fuelled by a lust for revenge and by the weight of grief. The logical side of his mind urged him to run, to abandon the fight for his own sake. But he found himself staying. Straightening himself up he then flexed his claws and glowered at the ThunderClanners around him. "ThunderClan! You are already paying a heavy price for your greed! Return home and abandon these rocks! Spare yourselves from smothering this place in further sin and blood! Whatever little prey remains here will be tainted!"
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[Dewfang]

With his opponent disengaged, Dewfang shook out his head, spattering little scarlet droplets over the stones. He looked for the next fish-eater to sink his claws into, his gaze coming across his fallen leader. Dewfang’s eyes widened in astonishment, tracking the trail of blood to its source—a brown and white tabby cat. The mink’s shoulders bunched, dropping into a stalk. Flycatcher’s words rang in his ears and he grit his teeth, pulling himself together. They had killed their leader—RiverClan would pay.

Foolishly, his head snapped backward at the sound of an unfamiliar voice. It was Sharpeye of SkyClan. This was the only SkyClan warrior on the field, Dewfang realized with a narrowing of his eye.

“Who do you speak for?” The senior warrior cackled darkly, recalculating his target. “You’re no RiverClan cat. All alone, too, with not a SkyClan warrior in sight. I wonder why that is. Do you hope for a place among RiverClan’s refugees?”​

 

[willowroot]

( ☾ ) she is successful in her surprise, and it sends a flutter of satisfaction down her spine as she pulls the dark femme from her odd skyclan ally. she barely spares him a glance, wondering for half a second where the rest of his clan is, before she is overwhelmed in battle once again. bracing herself against the she-cat's strong limbs, the femme attempts to latch her paws around the other's neck, pulling taut as nightbird tries to roll to escape. a soot hued leg slashes the air and catches willowroot's back leg, unbalancing her just slightly as nightbird throws her weight to crush her opponent. a huff of air leaves the smoke femme's chest as she clings on still, although her eyes blur slightly at the loss of oxygen. her claws score through the dark fur of the thunderclanner as she looses her grip and hits the ground with a thump.

clambering to her paws with an alarming quickness, willowroot rushes back in, this time aiming for the woman's front legs to bowl into her. it's a tactic used mostly in water battles, but it comes in handy on land too. mouth wide, she attempts to clamp down on the thunderclanner's front leg and tear a hefty bite of whatever she can grasp. then she will try to score her claws down the soft underbelly of the other. she doesn't notice the yowls of grief and anger around her as howlingstar goes down, as lakemoon rushes to lilybloom's side. her head is foggy and bloodlust shades everything a dark crimson.

// 1d6 attack - 6/6
1d6 defense - 5/6
attacking @nightbird ​

( THE LIGHT YOU GAVE ME )

 

[Petalnose]

I FIND COMFORT IN THE SOUND AND THE SHAPE OF THE HEART ⋆⁺₊⋆

She had heard the war cry, the faint cry and yowls of the cats from afar. She paced back and forth in front of the nursery. She questioned if she would be use to her clan, would she be useful in a fight? Would it be the death of her if she joined them? Or should she protect the ones whom weren't ready to fight? Her tail twitched in annoyance as she tried to decide. Her mind became loud with overlapping thoughts, going back and forth on the decision.

Soon the she-cat found her paws racing through the forest to the source of her clanmates fighting. She needed to serve them, it was her duty. She had already felt like she owed the clan, she missed the windclan fight. She needed to help her clan. Even if she hadn't remembered last she had fought. With rusty fighting skills or not, she wanted to loosen them up. If she died for her clan, it was an honor.

A worried quick glance was brought to the sight of beesong and Lilybloom as they make their direction back to camp. Her brows furrowed more. Her pace became more furious, burning with anger and determination. "You selfish pieces of foxdung!" Shouted Petalnose as she made her way onto the scene of the battle.

//Open to attacks!

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[nightbird]

pressure from her opponents paws pressed onto her throat, but there was nothing she could do to combat it. pull forward and she would choke herself out, and her head had already angled as far back as it would. luckily, her kick had found it's target giving her just the the moment of instability she would need to get out from under the molly. she felt the other's claws catch in the fur along her back in an attempt to keep their hold, but she was happy to see the attacker hit the ground near her.

by the time the riverclanner would stand again, she would already be on her feet. the first attack had been a surprise, but she was ready now. nightbird would not allow herself to be fooled into such a trap again. grey fur would dart forward, body positioned low. she would counteract the attack by rearing onto hind legs, aiming her claws to make contact with any part of the riverclanner's back while on their way back to the ground..

the skyclanner's righteous words poisoned her ears from the distance, she cursed willowroot for intervening before she could tear out his tongue. mottled fur flashed behind her, moonpaw was fleeing to the rocks. a dark tufted head snapped up to where her leader lay, anger rushing over her. she was aware of the time given for another attack, but frankly her clanmates meant much more than the warrior she was facing. bringing her gaze back to willowroot, she saw teeth flashing under the light of dawn, tearing into her foreleg. she would be given no time to react as claws met her underside. she reacted with a hiss of pain, teeth bared and clenched. her single white paw was beginning to stain with crimson, but she showed no signs of letting up, hyped on the action of it all.

she found herself atop of the other feline, whipping her body around and bringing her front end up again, claws outstretched on her twist. this time she would aim one paw for the head of her opponent and the other for her neck upon their descent. despite the swiftness being slowed by pain, the force would be all the same. if successful, she would crane her neck down with open jaws, aiming a bite for the soft skin between the base of the ear and the neck and jerk her head back.

/ attacking @willowroot ​

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[Sharpeye]

☁ //Addressing @Dewfang

A ThunderClanner speaks up in response to his words and it prompts Sharpeye to bring himself round so he could face the other tom. "I speak for the clans as a whole. I do not seek to become one with RiverClan either, but I will not idly stand by whilst a clan is torn apart by not just one clan but by two in such a short span of time." The sandy tom finds himself tensing up as he prowls his way towards Dewfang, sizing him up carefully with his one good eye. Speed and precise tactics would be his main ally here, not strength or direct force. Though he continued to speak in the meantime whilst his mind whirled with combat plans. "I don't see why these rocks couldn't have been shared... no bloodshed, food in all bellies, no death. But no, greed and desperation keeps all cats blind and foolish."
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[iciclefang]

Her battle with the black-pelted apprentice is interrupted by frantic yowls and keening of grief. The tortoiseshell sees her uncle atop the ThunderClan leader, and her eyes narrow imperceptibly. He'd taken one of her lives, and now her Clanmates flock to her, perhaps regretting their foolish decision to encroach on RiverClan's territory.

She is distracted, though, by a familiar voice, ragged with sobs and fear. Icechip eyes fling to the edge of the battle, and her heart quickens in her chest when she sees Lilybloom crumpled between Beesong and Lakemoon. There's blood erupting from the spot where her eye should be. Iciclepaw's throat tightens. "No!" Her older sister is all but cowering from the pain of her ravaged face, repeating how she feels she's going to die.

She disengages from her fight with the ThunderClan apprentice, running to her sister with her ears flat against her skull. "Oh, Lilybloom," she murmurs wretchedly. Where there was once beauty remains agony, terror, brutality. She watches Lakemoon attempt to comfort her, and Iciclepaw goes to her other side, laying her tail against her older sister's body. "We won't leave you. You're okay. You'll be okay." Even as she speaks, she's scanning the crowd for the ThunderClanner who had damaged her sister's face, the hatred in her eyes sharp and bitter.

// disengaging from @BURNPAW !
interacting with @Lakemoon . @LILYBLOOM. @BEESONG​

[ PENNED BY MARQUETTE ]​

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[BURNSTORM]

"SPEECH"
A cat cries out in the distance, and then others quickly join the chorus. At first, Burnpaw thinks nothing of it, thinks of nothing other than the she-cat in front of him and how badly he wanted to win this fight. But then, she is stopping, she isn’t retaliating. Why? Her stunned expression is pointed at something and when he turns to follow her gaze he sees. A RiverClanner standing over the body of his grandmother, who is not moving. His jaws part and he is at a loss for what to do. Does he keep fighting the RiverClanner in front of him or does he go to Howlingstar?

Luckily he does not need to make that decision because the River Clan apprentice is bounding away. Quickly, he turns and runs for Howlingstar’s side, a pained expression on his face. He stops short, watches his uncle, sees the stoic expression on his face. He can’t help but wonder if his grandmother was really truly coming back or would they be unable to mend the wounds? Would he loose her here?

He is scared, his heart threatens to leap out of his throat as he watches with wide yellow eyes, desperate to see any sign of life at all.


// breaking away from @iciclepaw to go gawk at @HOWLINGSTAR he’ll be jumping back in soon though possibly! ​

 

[Dewfang]

As he circled the SkyClan cat, Dewfang was also sizing up the potential opponent. He was annoyed—one could tell in his quickened gait and narrowed eyes. He was in no mood to shed SkyClan blood, but he could sense that the battle was coming to a close. The RiverClan cats are retreating though he does not know at the moment that it is because of Lakemoon.

"Share?" The ThunderClan warrior echoed incredulously, throwing back his head to laugh. "You are the fool if you believe such naive, nursery-thoughts. You speak for nobody. Run away now before I take that tongue of yours."


// still taunting @Sharpeye

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[Flycatcher]

Upon seeing him approach, the RiverClan warrior attempts to backtrack but Flycatcher is persistent. And for what this tom has done, he is going to ensure that he won't get away so easily. Despite his attempt to get away, Flycatcher is successful at knocking him sprawling into the mud.

He tries to wriggle free but Flycatcher is relentless, trying his hardest to keep him within his grasp. Paws go flying in an attempt to push Flycatcher away, aiming for anything that he can hit, much like how Flycatcher was wildly snapping and swiping at him in return. He only relents when a swipe catches him on the neck and he pulls back. The pain is sharp and sudden and definitely rattles him in the moment but mercifully it isn't bad enough to seriously injure. Reassured that the injury isn't too bad, Flycatcher launches his attacks again. He aims a swift swipe at Snakeblink's head close to one of his ears. Regardless of the success of this, the blue tabby would aim to try and bite his scruff or his shoulders. If he was successful he would bite down hard, only releasing him if he were kicked or shoved aside.

attacking @Snakeblink ​

 

[Snakeblink]

MAYBE I'D BE A SAINT IF I WEREN'T ————————————​

Some of his flailing hits, makes the enemy deputy rear back some, and Snakeblink thinks he has his chance— but the hit is superficial, barely drawing blood, and there’s murder in Flycatcher’s eyes. He only gains a short reprieve before claws are flying towards his face. It’s a distraction more than an actual attack; he knows this even as he tries to dodge it, wrenching his head back so as to catch it on his temple rather than through his ear, a trickle of blood dripping down his short fur.

His snake-like twisting doesn’t dislodge the heavier cat, only lands Snakeblink on his injured side just as Flycatcher’s jaws are closing on him. Teeth sink into the already bloody meat of his wounded shoulder, aggravating the still-bleeding injuries left by Flamewhisker. Pain lances through him like fire and he lets out a sharp yowl that turns into a high-pitched whine as the tom hangs on, like a twolegs dog, sharp fangs tearing into his flesh.

He twists himself around, trying to shake off Flycatcher even as the movement brings tears to his eyes. He brings his back paws under the tom’s belly and kicks as hard as he can trying to break his hold and shove him off.

If he’s successful, he’d crawl away from the deputy as quickly as possible, limping on his bloodied limb. A glance around would reveal only destruction, puddles of blood where Riverclan warriors were fighting moments ago, cats tangled together in bloody combat.

All that just for some stones.

Snakeblink will go to his death on Cicadastar’s orders, but he is not a fool, and he won’t see his people die for a stupid rock. Voice wheezing and shrill, he yells, ”Riverclan! Retreat, retreat!”

Then, with one last fearful and venomous look at Flycatcher and his bloody mouth, he spits ”Keep it, then, and all the blood that stains it, see if it brings you more luck than it did us.” and runs straight into the water, repeating the retreat order at the top of his lungs.

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ooc. information.

• ooc: we're taking the L on that one lads
  
• — Snakeblink • he / him. 37 ☾, riverclan warrior
  — a sleek, skinny tabby with long ears and a scar over his right eye.
  — gay, not actually evil, penned by @Kangoo
  
  
  

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[hyacinthbreath]

The tom rushes to aid his Leader instead of facing him head-on, and Hyacinthbreath huffs her arrogance before the sound of Snakeblink's call for surrender and then retreat. She says nothing, merely follows to obey the tom with a grimace on her face. Today's battle wasn't the end, was it? Losing parts of their territory to these mongrels... She could never stand ThunderClan, let alone Emberstar herself back then. Howlingstar was proving to be a headache herself, it seemed..

// out!​

❝ there are wounds inside me, gaping holes of disconnect.
can you drown inside your own body? can you suffocate within this mind? ❞

 

[willowroot]

( ☾ ) as they dart forward, they can see their attack is going to fail. the other rears onto her hind legs, and her claws make contact with their back, scouring down their shoulders in rivulets of crimson. willowroot hisses at the sudden pain, heat blooming in their eyes as they force down instinctive, pain induced tears. clenching her jaw around nightbird's foreleg, she tears with all her might, eyes narrowing as she claws up with her hind legs to slash along the warrior's unprotected belly.

one unfortunate thing about this particular battle move is that she is now directly underneath the other, and she writhes and claws at any fur she can grasp as the other brings a heavy paw down. there is a resounding crack as the paw bounces on her head, sending a ringing through her skull that filters out all other noise. the lead warrior shakes her head vigorously, heavily aware of the sudden danger she is directly in. the other paw of the thunderclanner hits right in her jugular, although claws don't quite manage to tear all the way to rip her vocals from her neck. a low keen of pain escapes the trapped smoke as she coughs and lashes with abandon.

as nightbird descends with thorn-sharp teeth, aiming for the side of their neck, willowroot trembles in rage, back paws kicking up to try and force the other off of them. they roll just in time and hear teeth snap only a whisker's length from her ear. with her forepaw, she will wrench the claws from her upper chest and heave upward, attempting to roll out from under the lithe figure. through the battle fury and continuous ringing in her ear, willowroot dimly hears shouts and screams, watches cats from both sides rushing to two fallen figures. howlingstar is splayed in the center of the fray, and clayfur stands over her, bloodstained and furious. only a few fox lengths away, lakemoon helps a weeping lilybloom to her paws, and the lead feels horror creep into her chest at the sight of the bloody put where an eye once was. as she turns back to her opponent a heartbeat later, her eyes have hardened, a darkness creeping into them. she is about to lunge back in, twisted thoughts swirling about snatching another eye in penance for the one just lost, but snakeblink's vocals cut through everything.

"riverclan, retreat!" he howls, and pounds into the water, hyacinthbreath hot on his tail. something dark boils deep in the chest of the lead as she watches her fellow escape. twisting around to see if her clanmates follow, she shoots a burning look at her opponent. "hope these rocks are worth the meager prey they bring. thunderclan are a bunch of mouse-munching cowards, attacking a clan already wounded." she will spit a globule of blood onto the ground at nightbird's paws before turning tail and beginning to bound back down the rocks.

willowroot waits on the bank of the river as her clanmates stream past her, counting each one. her scratches sting and her throat burns, blood dribbling from her maw, but she waits until every cat is accounted for. it is only then that she bounds into the water and, on heavy paws, swims home. starclan damn those thundercats.

@nightbird
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( THE LIGHT YOU GAVE ME )

 

[Sharpeye]

☁ // Disengaging from @Dewfang

"Such a closed-minded monster you are." Sharpeye growled in response as he primed himself to launch into an attack. "Kick grit in his eyes, utilise the confusion to land a bite to his hind legs to slow him down, use hit and run tactics after that, then..." A call rings out and shakes him from his thoughts. A call for retreat. Sunningrocks was lost. It is a bitter outcome and he feels himself buckling under the reality of it, but he wasn't going to keep fighting now that RiverClan had decided the outcome.

The tension slipped from his form as he was forced to let go of his desire to keep battling. "I guess that's that then. I hope these rocks bring you nothing but trouble." He spat the words in Dewfang's direction before he moved to head off. It was easy to get caught up in the motion of retreating RiverClanners and he finds himself following them to begin with, that is until he steps into the water. He stops and finds himself staring at the opposite bank with the grim realisation that he wouldn't be able to manage the swim. Even if he had managed to make it across there was no guarantee that RiverClan would tolerate his presence.

Can't run to RiverClan. Can't run to SkyClan. You're alone now, Creek.
Just where does a loner go these days? Especially a wounded one? If infection set in then that would likely be the end for him, so his prospects weren't great. Twolegplace... he needed to reach twolegplace. It was his only option, but it still meant he would have to skirt along the shared border between ThunderClan and SkyClan. Death snapping at both sides, like a horrific gauntlet that he would have to run. The logical side of his mind urged him to run it now, to take advantage of ThunderClan's new distraction with Sunningrocks in order to evade patrols. So with that thought he moved to run along the shore on ThunderClan's side of the river. He just needed to be quick enough to escape.
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[GILLSIGHT]

His preparations to strike are too slow for the ThunderClanners he finds himself stuck between. Hardly, does Gillpaw have time to move, to strike at the apprentice he collided in, when the one he'd just targetted strikes him first. Gillpaw's poor landing hadn't brought him to the ground, but the impact of grey and white fur does.

And though he's not the most trapped by the ThunderClanner, and though he's able to at least attempt kicking at the grey and white apprentice with his hind legs, it's not just this one that aims to strike at him. No, it's the one he'd collided into as well, claws wildly, frantically slashing towards him, as if with no thought put into the attack. Even so, this one manages to strike at his chest, to strike his shoulder, where already reopened wounds lie.

Gillpaw hisses, kicking at the first cat once more. If he could get one away from him, he could probably deal with the other. Gillpaw fears the mistake he'd made, attacking one and then stumbling into another - he doesn't know if he can deal with two. Not right now, not --

Another strike by the grey one he'd stumbled into hits him - another strike to his shoulder. The pain is blinding, bright. As if a reflex, Gillpaw immediately strikes back at the ThunderClan apprentice, claws aiming to slash at them in as disorderly of a fashion as their own claws struck him.

His limbs ache, his shoulder bleeding once more, cobweb patches shredded by the battle. He hardly knows where his SkyClan recruit is, hardly knows where he is himself. And it's his name he hears, echoing above the throes of battle around him. It stops him in his tracks, eyes wide as he looks for its source.

Clearsight? Had he... Had Gillpaw not fought hard enough? Had his mentor come to get him? It scares him, that. He... He doesn't want to walk the night sky just yet.

He's tired, trying to shield himself from further attacks from the duo as he searches for the voice's source. Soon, though. Soon he spots it. Clayfur. He doesn't look so good either - did any of them? Gillpaw tried to get extra help for a reason. "C-Clay..!" he calls, trying to get his attention. He tries to push past the ThunderClanners, tired limbs aiming to catch up to the warrior, to aid him instead.

They have to... They have to win this.

But, oh, how things fall so fast. Gillpaw weaves through the battlefield the best he can to find Clayfur, to make sure his mentor's mate is okay. Quickly, quickly. Ducking through one fight, leaping around the next. If he can get to Clayfur's side, he can help him fight, and, and --

But it's no use. It's no use. Snakeblink calls it, and Gillpaw feels like he's been struck once more. The call of a retreat is sharp, like claws in his shoulder again. Gillpaw's heart sinks. He failed them. He failed his home, he... He failed RiverClan. He should have been more persuasive, should've tried harder to talk to Blazestar. Should've gotten there sooner... should've... should've...

Gillpaw watches as his clanmates begin to retreat, ears flattening against his head as he finally takes in the scene. Blood everywhere, spilled on a piece of home that is no longer theirs.

This is all his fault.

// attacking and then disengaging from @STORMYPAW and @Cloudypaw, trying to find @CLAYFUR​

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[Badgerstrike]

Water splashed her in the face and teeth dug into her hind leg, pulling in out from under her and causing her to stumble and fall with a splash into the cold waters, letting go of Cicadastar in the process. She was vulnerable now. She had to think and act quickly before one of them drowned her.

She tried to think of a way to use this to her advantage. She could easily play dead, hold her breath for a moment and when they look away, strike back with brute force. She wouldn't risk drowning herself though, in the scenario it didn't work. She didn't like being vulnerable. She was exposed. She was not scared, though. She was frustrated.

She would not die to either of these cats today. She just had to get up and let her temper run wild, like she should have in the very beginning.

@ashpaw!
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[RACCOONSTRIPE]

Raccoonstripe's bristling fur remains on end as one of RiverClan's lead warriors call for a retreat. He does not move from his fallen mother's side, but he bares his fangs in a warning to any fish-breathed cat who might pass him. He watches each slink back to their territory, splashing water with each movement, and swings his dark gaze around to Howlingstar again. She still has not returned to them, but at least her sacrifice had not been for nothing.

"I'm sure this won't be the end of it," he growls softly. He lifts his eyes to meet Berryheart's, mutely pleading for something to happen, for life to stir in their mother's eyes again.

It's easier to do that than to look again at white paws stained red.​

[ PENNED BY MARQUETTE ]​

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[CLAYFUR]

There’s a call for RiverClan to reatreat, and the white-patched warrior looks toward the sound, eyes narrowing as he spots the clanmate who’d made the call. Snakeblink, the coward, spineless as a slug. The tom who’d offered him awkward comfort only days ago, now painted a dark gray in his vision. He’s sure the hatred that burns in his chest is misguided, is seeking somewhere to land and finds the nearest shoulder to be the best place, but it blazes through his heart all the same.

His chest feels hollow, his normally loud mind so, so quiet now. He’s angry, so angry, and so crushed—it feels as though something’s broken inside of him, shattered. But he hears his own voice above the pandemonium, in a voice panicked and so, so familiar. So young. So hurt. His head swings around, and—oh, he has lost a lot of blood, hasn’t he? Between his two murder attempts (because he’s got those to add to his conscience now) he’s accrued quite a few wounds, all weeping crimson. He isn’t sure what is his blood and what is Howlingstar’s.

It takes a moment for his sight to clear, but Clay spots him through the dark edges of his vision. A black and white figure, clearly injured from whatever part of the fight he’d been caught up in. Guilt floods his bleeding chest, welling up and spilling out in the form of pounding pawsteps, shaky and unsteady. "Gill, Gillpaw!" He rushes toward the young tom as soon as he spots him, resisting the urge to shove the apprentice away from the battle.

Gill looks like he’s been through hell, and Clay suddenly doesn’t care about anything except for his safety. "Let’s go," he says to the apprentice, delicate words from teeth still bared and bloodied. He steps closer, hoping to shield the younger cat from any stray ThunderClanners who follow after their retreat. "This isn’t… it’s not over, okay? We just have to get out of here now." He casts a glance back to where ThunderClanners are gathered around their leader—Stay down, stay dead, he pleads, fire licking at his chest. Let them find a new leader. Let them suffer, and have nothing to show for it.


// interacting with @GILLPAW
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[ YOU ARE THE STARS TO ME ]​

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[ashpaw!]

Yes.

When the massive warrior goes down, thudding into the water with a great splash, Ashpaw wastes no time — she's on Badgerstrike in seconds, claws flying, and feels them connect with the ThunderClanner's face.

She rips through fur and flesh, ginger tabby face twisted into a snarl — these are our rocks, this is our home, you won't take this from us —

And then above the cacophony of battle: "RiverClan, retreat!"

She whips her head around, caught off guard. What? Retreat — ?

So much is happening, and she can only glimpse most of it; there atop the rocks, some cat's body, soaked in blood — Clayfur pelting away from it — she sees Snakeblink fleeing, Willowroot watching over retreating warriors.

She had thought, at the start of this battle, they'd lose — but the call to retreat still stings, still makes her pawsteps heavy. Retreat... She'll look to Cicadastar first, uncertain, before turning with intent to follow her clanmates — guard let down for just a moment.
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—— " i found gold in the wreckage "

✦ ooc ✦ character information ✦ recent events

• @Badgerstrike
  
  
• - 9 month old orange tabby with green eyes
  - apprenticed to lead warrior willowroot
  - crushing hard on iciclepaw
  - happy-go-lucky, mischievous, hardworking
  - very friendly, but defensive of riverclan!
  - got real fucked up as a kid so if she seems like she was fucked up as a kid, that's why
  - "speech"
• - KICKED FOX ASS
  - she is on a JOURNEY
  

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[Sunfreckle]

Flamewhisker vanished beneath the waves, his red head whipping around to Rabbitnose's cry just in time to see the other ginger cat's pelt dip beneath the water and out of sight. Even if they could swim she was already gone, swept away further than even the swift swimmers of RiverClan could keep pace with. His heart dropped into his stomach, he felt himself withdrawing mentally as the sounds and sights became overwhelming; jamming his senses into a frenzy until a faint brush to his shoulder brought him back to focus.
"Rabbitnose.."
We should fight together. Green eyes hone in on Rabbitnose, his mate, his beloved, the cat who singlehandedly ensured he would make it in the wild when he first left two-leg captivity and a slow and quiet nod as he looked for any lingering cats still fighting, still futily attempting to reclaim the stones that were rightfully ThunderClan's-as he glanced around he finally noticed why the sound of despaired crying and outrage had come from the short distance back to the forest and the splash of red pooling near the fallen form of the black tabby leader stopped his heart. No. NO, the brown tabby-! The one he had chased from Rabbitnose, he had turned to attack Howlingstar instead but Sunfreckle had not realized the monster had killed her, had gone for a blow meant to take one of her several lives; he faltered uneasily, breathless. If he had not stopped him then surely he would have killed Rabbitnose the same way, though his mate did not have the graces to return to him after as their leader did. Impulsively he wanted to rush over, but so many cats were already there; her family especially. Sunfreckle would not crowd the scene, add his useless body in the middle of it all where he could neither comfort properly nor aid. All there was to do now was continue the fight...ensure this life was not lost in vain. And pray to StarClan she came back.

The SkyClan scent he'd caught before is fading, Sunfreckle turns sharply with a narrowing of his eyes to see the pale tom rushing away on their side of the river in the opposite direction of his clan. Was he attempting to get further into ThunderClan territory, was he going for their camp?
"After him!" The tom barks out, breaking from the dapple blue tom's side to go racing after their retreating foe; unsure of what their intentions were but certainly not letting them keep going this way if he had a say about it.

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[Ooc]
-Chasing @Sharpeye alongside @Rabbitnose
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