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

[CLAYFUR]

Clay’s never been the warmongering sort. And ThunderClan’s claim over sunningrocks has always been just that: a claim, a threat. And this, kicking them while they’re down—shows how much honor ThunderClan has. How much Howlingstar has.

They can’t take sunningrocks from him. The place where he’d spent so much time resting, hunting, smiling at ThunderClanners who passed by the border. The place where he asked Clearsight to be his mate. He’s already lost his love, lost everything that was left of him. He’s lost his camp, two of his clanmates. He can’t lose these rocks.

And he certainly can’t lose them to ThunderClan. What did they expect RiverClan to do about the dogs—ask them to leave? Freshly escaped from their own camp’s attempted drowning, barely scraping by in the chill of winter, and Howlingstar thinks them at fault for not sending aid? They couldn’t even safely cross the river!

But Howlingstar’s problems don’t end with the dogs—they’re a scapegoat, like everything else. She can’t truly think she’s justified in her claim. Can’t truly think that RiverClan has been getting fat off fish when their rivers have been frozen for a majority of the winter months. Can’t truly believe that for some reason, sunningrocks will save her clan from starvation. Winter is already over, so why is she only making those move now? It’s greed.

He knows already that there will be no peaceful resolution to this; once upon a time, maybe Clay would have attempted to talk it out. But all that fills his head now is rage, and he isn’t sure he could convince a fish to swim at this point. The clanmates at his side are just as pissed off as he is, at least, and Snake has run off in search of reinforcements at Lakemoon’s order.

Houndstride’s shoulder pressed against his own is a small comfort, a reminder that he isn’t alone, facing down some gigantic, invincible enemy. No, there are some RiverClanners left who can still fight after the carnage that WindClan wrought. And ThunderClanners can bleed, all the same as any other cat. They may be prepared to take sunningrocks, but they won’t take them without a fight.

There will be blood on his paws by the end of this, he’s sure of it.

He looks across the visible ThunderClanners, hazel eyes sharp. There’s one good way to end this, isn’t there? One good way to try and protect, keep what belongs to RiverClan, what belongs to him. WindClan has already taken his warrior; ThunderClan won’t take his memory.


// open to attacks once the fighting starts, but dm me first bc some things are already plotted out!
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[ YOU ARE THE STARS TO ME ]​

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[Flycatcher]

Crouched in the bushes, Flycatcher waits quietly as the moments tick on. Beside him are his two apprentices, Burnpaw and Roepaw, both eager and ready to fight. All three pairs of eyes are watchful of the RiverClan cats beyond, Flycatcher silently making note of which RiverClan cats are present and what their reaction is to ThunderClan's presence. As expected, they aren't happy...far from it. Most of them hold their tongues for now but Flycatcher can feel their rage radiating off of them. Howlingstar offers them a final chance to step down but Flycatcher knows this will come to blows soon enough. It was practically fate from the day Cicadastar had denied them. "Steady your nerves and be ready," Flycatcher tells his apprentices. "When the fighting starts, as I'm sure it will, attack at your own will and be prepared to defend yourselves."​

 

[DARTERWING]

(=^･ｪ･^=))ﾉ彡♡ — Good StarClan, no!
This was the last thing her clan needed, they've barely yet recovered from the wounds they've sustained from WindClan! Blood roars in her ears and the image of Clearsight's body flashes before her, only instead of his alone there are tons of dead RiverClanner's. If they did not seek peace their land would be dyed red with blood, their burial site overflooded. She was far from immune to finding her fate at the claws of ThunderClanner's, what if she was among the body pile at the end of this fight?

Would it be worth it? Would her life count if she died here?
Darterwing gulps, her whiskers giving nervous twitches as she stands among RiverClanner's. She feels wrong for her doubts and anxieties, she wants to be able to she'd be happy to die for her clan in a heartbeat! But would she? Did she want to die now? Was she ready?

I made a vow! I must!
But there had to be another way... there must be! "We can't win..." She whispers in a hushed tone to comrades beside her, she's shocked at her own words coming out of her mouth- she couldn't help it! Someone must say something, try to make her clan see reason! "We should let them take Sunningrocks now and give them a fight when we're stronger!" Would these words be seen as traitorous? Would they doubt her loyalty, her intentions?

Her ears flatten against her skull, she's spoken her truth. Darterwing knew she wouldn't rest easy tonight, battle or no battle, if she had not revealed it.

//she is speaking amongst clan-mates, preferably too far away and quiet for thunderclan to hear ^^— tags​

 

[Flamestar]

There were many emotions going through her as she lay in wait, tucked beneath the coverage of the undergrowth. It had taken some doing, but she had managed to find a bush to cover up her vibrant pelt of flame. She was tucked away with Cloudypaw, and she was near Flycatcher and his apprentices. Her claws anxiously tugged at the grass underpaw, knowing that the battle would explode any moment now. She believed in this battle wholeheartedly, and she couldn't understand why the lazy, fat fish eaters didn't see the reasoning behind it. The river was the border, all except for these rocks that were located in their forest. Her clanmates were still starving, for between the dogs and Shadowclan, their prey was still slim pickings. The leaf bare had been harsh, and even with new leaf coming, their forest was still recovering from last Greenleaf's fire...and yet...their neighbors mockingly named these rocks 'Sunningrocks'. A cue that all these rocks were to them was a luxury napping spot, not a necessity for survival. They didn't even eat mice anyways.

"You have fought dogs before, you will do just fine. These cats are already hurt, we have the advantage here. Stay close to me, I will help you if I can. I believe in you." the Lead Warrior would tell her apprentice quietly. Her heart ached as she wondered where her kits were. She knew they were here somewhere with their mentors...please Starclan...if you are there, please protect them.

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will be attacking Snakeblink

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[Cloudyfur]

Cloudypaw could barely breathe.

The words of her leader and of the Riverclanners across from them were lost upon her as she watched from her hiding spot. She could hear none of it over the sound of her own heartbeat. Even had Howlingstar called for her attack in that moment, she might have remained behind, frozen in place. Panic welled up inside her as she stared at the animosity on the faces of the other clan.

She shouldn't be here.

Flamewhsker's words brought her back to herself. Cloudypaw glanced toward her mentor, taking in her reassuring words, trying to believe in them. She couldn't quite manage it.

Yes she had fought dogs before, but she had not chosen that fight. It had come to her, whether she had liked it or not. Her courage had found her then, in the end, but if she had the choice to never face that threat at all she would have taken it. Flamewhisker had given her the choice she had never had with the dogs, to stay behind and leave the fight behind. She would have taken it too, if not for her sister.

Stormypaw, her brave sister, who seemed determined to charge into this battle with the rest of the clan. It scared Cloudypaw, the thought of her sister being in this battle, but she also knew her too well to think she could dissuade her. So she did the only thing she could, she came too.

As Flamewhisker had instructed, Cloudypaw would stay close to her mentor, for the most part. But she would keep an eye out for Stormypaw too. If her sister got in trouble, Cloudypaw was going to do everything in her power to save her. However little that might be.

// open to attacks once the fighting starts​

 

[CICADASTAR]

the scent of thunderclan draws him near. it was too close, dirt and oak impeding on the clear river scent. the mottled feline arrives through splitting reed, fresh wounds stinging — but as his vision narrows on the subject of his warriors attention, he would rather gut himself here now than let it show. there they were, lounging on his rocks. the rocks they had so graciously asked for only days prior. he comes to a stop alongside clayfur, splits his jaws in a yawn at the drabble the thunderclan leader is already spilling before finally clearing his throat.

“ howlingstar. why am i not surprised? even less that you’ve waited until now, after hearing windclan has already fought your battle for you. “ he sneers, ears pinning low along his skull. the last of her words are lost on him, unimportant, self - righteous. they call him a hypocrite, and here she is, only proving his words right — thunderclan would not rest until they had what they wanted presented like a fresh - caught trout. not lifting a paw until they hear soot’s mutts had taken a hit at them first, “ picking at us like the vultures you’ve always been. and you say we are fat on fish through the seasons? was this before or after the freeze that took our river away from us? the flood that took our home. “ he snaps loudly, tail lashing wild behind him. his claws unsheathe, “ i certainly didn’t hear you complaining when you were eating our prey, within our borders. if it weren’t for me, you’d have starved moons ago.” he should have let them. he should have left them in their territory to burn, if he’d only known how little honor they had, “ thunderclan struggles to survive as every other clan. since we’re supposed to feel bad for you, since we’re sharing now, why not give shadowclan permission to hunt your land? they’ve certainly had some hardships, haven’t they? “

he glances back for affirmation from the patrol around him, before pale blue eyes move to zero back in on the cats across the water, “ boldly trespassing after being told no, and you call yourselves fair and just. “ he laughs coldly, “ you stood at the gathering and complained of your prey being stolen, then turn and try to do the same to us. because we didn’t take care of your dog problem?. “ pallid eyes drift back to his warriors — the least injured of them, the ones able to patrol, to hunt. darterwing stutters something amongst the warriors that stand now, challenging them. he hisses low at her, before lifting his head back towards the thunderclan leader, “ we were starving, the river frozen and biting to touch, our camp destroyed. i could afford no warriors to fight your battles. you tuck your tails when told no — wait like cowards until after we are attacked in our own nests, to steal from under us. “ he wouldn’t let them. as proud as the tabby sounded, as harsh as his wounds sting, he would not show his belly to a band of thieves.

“ you have no honor, try as you may, you will not justify yourself by simpering to me about your hardships. you know you are too weak to fight us on even grounds, scavenging at us knowing we’ve suffered injury and loss. but even now, i will not roll over, i will not let you steal from us. “ fur bristling, he lifts his voice, “ riverclan, treat them like the disgraceful trespassers they are. “

/ attack is ON
he is open for an opponent > : 3

− ♱ information out of character ⟐ visual reference translated ♱ −

• ˖ ⁺ ｡ ˚ ⠀ CICADASTAR⠀⠀−−−c−−−⠀⠀king of the rivers.
  m. he / him. black smoke & tortoiseshell chimera with intense salt - blue eyes. a handsome, looming tom bearing patchwork black - silver curls that fall over his slim figure in loose, shining rivulets, broken with white and glossy from his fish diet. descending from a heritage of overtyped oriental shorthairs, cicadastar stands unusually tall amongst his peers, and holds himself with a tragic grace, poised and prim and ever - aware of how he is being perceived.
  
  ᨒ gay, courting smokethroat. smells like wet stone & moss.
  ᨒ speaks with a german accent. 40 moons, ages on the eighth.
  
  penned by antlers​
  
  
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[iciclefang]

It's almost too much to bear, knowing ThunderClan is striking after hearing all they'd lost at the Gathering. The young tortoiseshell is still bruised and sore from her fight with the WindClan lead warrior, and her heart is heavy still with the despair of all they've lost. Even so, she is able-bodied, unlike some of their warriors, and she will not sit idly in camp while ThunderClan attempts to steal what is theirs.

Iciclepaw brushes her spotted flank against Ashpaw's, feeling the young girl's feel. She murmurs, "Everything will be fine. If you need help, call for me. We will not lose again." Her eyes are cold as her namesake, and just as pointed, as she rakes them over the brown tabby standing on their Sunningrocks.

Cicadastar gives the order. "Treat them like the disgraceful trespassers they are." Iciclepaw's lips peel back from her teeth, and she snarls. Her white-tipped paws fly from their side of the river, plunging her body into the dark depths of the water. It's cold -- and her blood is hot with rage.

The moment she's out of the water, onto the other side, she will fling herself onto a black-furred cat. Iciclepaw's claws are outstretched -- she aims a quick swipe toward the apprentice's burning golden eyes, hoping to slash in their vicinity.

// attacking [pre-plotted] @BURNPAW !
HP: 15
Attack: 4​

[ PENNED BY MARQUETTE ]​

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[BIRDMASK]

When Snakeblink fetches him and the others, there's nothing for Birdmask to hide behind to avoid the battle's reaching hands. Can't be a Starclan-given fate to sit this one out when he's being actively called to action. Can't be timing for much the same reason. And, well, it can't be cowardice, because the orange and white male finds himself sprinting forward on paws that won't listen to a little thing like cowardice. Shame at missing out on the last raid burns within him, fuels him as he barrels toward the river.

The river.

The drypaw warrior comes to a halt, chest heaving, as wide eyes look at the water shining in what light there is. His clan's greatest ally, and his greatest foe - impeding threat of harm and/or death non-withstanding - stands between the opposing masses of felines. It draws a good line. A great line, even, if you ignore that the line drawn isn't the end of their territory. And why is that, huh? What's so good about having to cross the deadly calm of the river to get to some rocks? Never mind that those rocks are about the only place Birdmask can hunt, if he takes the trek to get there, on account of being a drypaw. He's never much liked hunting anyway. Too pretty for it.

(Even as he thinks it all, he knows it isn't all true, and any doubt is quickly washed downstream by Cicadastar's words. The Sunningrocks are theirs.)

As others surge forward at their leader's cry, Bird braces himself, scans the water for any Thunderclanner that might manage to splutter through the water in search of - well, he doesn't know, but he's sure someone will try to cross. He can still fight, dammit. He'll just do it on this side of the river.

//open to an opponent!!
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[Riffleheart]

Relief cascaded over him as Cicadastar appeared and challenged the ThunderClanners. The chimera had been a fixture of Riffleheart's life for some moons now, and knowing that he was here emboldened him. "So much for their honorable reputation." the blue-striped tom muttered to his friend and leader, straightening up and tensing his muscles. The writing was on the wall: there would be a battle today. He found that he was not afraid - RiverClan had the right of it. They would expel these invaders, together, and all would be well again. As soon as the order to attack was given, Riffleheart threw himself forward, crashing into the water alongside Iciclepaw and crossing the frigid water with bold, practiced strokes. The river lapped with icy, loving tongues as his body as he heaved himself onto the opposite shore, arcs of water flying off his lashing tail as he bounded up, over, and directly toward Howlingstar. His green eyes were bright with anger as they settled on the brown tabby: she was the source of this trouble, she was the one behaving with not a scrap of honor. He would make her pay for her decision to lead her Clan onto RiverClan territory. "Howlingstar!" he roared, leaping forward and trying to bash in one side of the she-cat's head with one of his large forepaws, claws out and shining in the morning sun.

[ attacking @HOWLINGSTAR for a pre-plotted interaction <3 ]​

 

[DARTERWING]

(=^･ｪ･^=))ﾉ彡♡ — At their leader’s order the RiverClan cats leap into the water, even with all the fury they held they still swam with utmost grace. There was no time to envy their lack of fear in embracing the water, she needed to join them! Wildly she whips her head around before spotting some stepping stones she could cross. Her paws begin to race, until she notes @BIRDMASK remaining behind on their side of the river.

Rushing forward she aims to prod Birdmask with her nose in an urging manner, ”C’mon! Stepping stones over here!” She yowls, already racing for the wet stones. Crossing would be a time consuming task in itself, but it would be better than not fighting at all!

The stones are most certainly slippery and the current thrashes about, she feels water droplets collide with her belly as she skillfully crosses. She can’t help but think about what would happen if she had managed to slip though… it most certainly would’ve led to a watery demise.

With blood roaring in her ears she charges into the fray, all he wishes for peace being set aside in this moment for her clan. Fear is still lodged deep inside her heart, but it was time to be a warrior. She could do this!

”For RiverClan!” Her prideful yowl pierces the air as she tries to throw herself against one of ThunderClan’s lead warriors, @Flycatcher. She hopes the impact will throw him off balance so that she can attempt to rake her claws against his flank. The tireness from the recent battle with WindClan already burning in her lungs. — tags​

 

[BURNSTORM]

"SPEECH"
The call for battle is sounded and Burnpaw leaps from his spot in hiding when suddenly, claws flash before his eyes. Just in time, he leans back and watches them just barely miss him. With a snarl he turns to face the calico she cat who had lashed out at him.

He wastes no time on words. Were they even needed in a situation like this? No, it would be pointless anyways. These fish-breaths were convinced they were in the right, clearly or they would not be fighting right now. But Burnpaw knows his grandmother is the correct one here. Sunning Rocks was on their side of the river, they had defended it. They deserved to hunt here. River Clan only used it as a place to sun themselves, after all.

Burnpaw throws his considerable weight at the she-cat, using his large body to attempt to push her over and if that is successful he would deliver a bite to the other apprentices shoulder.

He sends a silent prayer to the stars, to his former mentor. He hopes she is watching and is guiding his paws.

// attacking : @iciclepaw
HP: 15/15
Defense : 6
Attack : 5 ​

 

[Badgerstrike]

She listens to the back and forth. It doesn't interest her, they won't solve anything through words. No, fang and claw are how these disputes are solved, and Badgerstrike was a professional. She had the scars to prove it.

Cicadastar has the nerve to call them weak for attacking them while they're recovering. Well now, that sounds like a Riverclan problem to her!

She wanted to rip into him and feed him to the fish.

To think Thunderclan couldn't handle them at full strength... Please.

Her eyes light up in fiendish delight as she saw the river cats swim over and begin their attack. It was finally time! She could barely contain her excitement. And when the time was right....

She charged through the undergrowth with a cackle. She flung herself onto the battlefield and lifted her head high.

"OUR SIDE OF THE RIVER, OUR PROBLEM! THAT'S WHAT YOU TOLD US, WE'RE ONLY TAKING YOUR ADVICE~!" She called.

"NOW.... WHO WANTS TO BE THE FIRST PROBLEM I SEND RUNNING!?" She cried out in her usual bloodthirsty glee.
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[RACCOONSTRIPE]

Raccoonstripe lurks in the foliage with his Clanmates as RiverClan begins to speckle their shoreline. A familiar gray feline speaks to Howlingstar with a cold, threatening voice. The tabby's tail lashes behind him -- Lakemoon is supposed to be in ThunderClan, with her littermate and the rest of her family. Traitor, he thinks furiously. A cat who had willingly allied themselves with another leader, had willingly abandoned their family, is no kin of his. With an angry hiss, low and under his breath, he denounces her, denounces the memory of two tiny gray kits tumbling about in marshland dirt.

His attention shifts to a sleek dark tortoiseshell warrior beside her. "I helped find these rocks. They belong to RiverClan!" Raccoonstripe scoffs himself. The audacity of RiverClan to decide they suddenly needed the rocks after all!

Once Cicadastar gives his infuriating orders, cats slip like otters into the water. Raccoonstripe has never seen anything like it -- the way their faces do not change, the way they shake the droplets from their pelts without ceremony or discomfort when their paws are firm on the other side.

He explodes from the undergrowth, his claws outstretched and his eyes burning with dark rage. "You stumbled upon a pile of rocks and that makes them RiverClan's, huh?" He directs his anger towards the tortoiseshell who had originally spoken. "If you want to stake your claim, stake it with blood, fish-breaths!" He throws his head back and yowls, "For ThunderClan!"

// interacting with @LILYBLOOM. who is a plotted partner; open to other attackers as well​

[ PENNED BY MARQUETTE ]​

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[ashpaw!]

"WHO WANTS TO BE THE FIRST PROBLEM I SEND RUNNING?"

Ashpaw. It was going to be Ashpaw.

Cicadastar's orders come down and terror floods her veins like ice but she follows, she follows. She fords the river with her clan, crossing the gap easily, and leaps onto dry land — to send the trespassers off their rocks —

To make Willowroot proud.

But more warriors are coming out of the bushes, now, great StarClan — how many of them are there? — so her fight will stay below Sunningrocks themselves. Don't think about it. Just go. Just follow the orders. The little ginger tabby tackles Badgerstrike with everything she's got, aiming to sink her teeth and claws into the ThunderClanners pelt and bowl her over.
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—— " i found gold in the wreckage "

✦ ooc ✦ character information ✦ recent events

• attacking @Badgerstrike , rolled a 5 for attack. HP: 10
  (open to multiple opponents, ping tinyleafs on discord!)
  
  
• - 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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[CRAPPIEPATCH]

Cicadastar’s war cry draws a startled squeak from the calico—wait, they are actually going to fight over the rocks? ThunderClan had been aiming for sunningrocks anyway, but Crappiepaw thought that they would at least wait until a fight could be conducted with… some kind of fairness, some sort of honor. What will stop RiverClan from taking the rocks back as soon as they have recovered, anyway?

There is a burst of motion, and clanmates around them are rushing into the water. "Shit," they mutter under their breath, but dart forth alongside their clanmates. Battered and bruised, RiverClan’s forces are, but they will not hold back even against a foe with such an obvious advantage over them. They slice through the water with relative ease, have half a mind to drag a ThunderClanner in. But… if they pull in a cat who cannot swim, then they will die. Crappiepaw does not want blood on their paws, does not want murderer branded on their soul for eternity.

They stand at the rocky bank of the river on the sunningrocks side, trembling slightly beneath the drip of water from their pelt. They will not make the first move without another RiverClanner at their side—they are not stupid enough to believe they could win any sort of fight on their own.


// open to attacks, i’m not rolling for anything! pretty easy to defeat but they WILL sneeze in ur face
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[ FORTUNE LOVES THE BOLD ]​

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[RAGWORTPAW]

It was hard not to giggle and squirm in the bushes, it was so FUNNY they had no idea they were here! It was like an Uber serious game of hide and seek, the blue molly stifles a giggle. She’s nervous but for the most part excited for her first battle, her first opportunity to protect her clan and bash RiverClan skulls together!

Sunningrocks was going to be theirs before moonhigh, she hopes Emberstar watched her clan now with pride and confidence.

When the water cats reach the other side Ragwortpaw darts from the bushes and begins to loudly chant, ”Fish-breathed fools! ♬
These claws are gonna make you hoooooowl! ♬
Gonna make you swimmy right back to where you came from! ♬” She begins, quite obnoxiously. Little does she know it her chants are a battle move in itself, the wave of confusion from her booming, singing voice had a chance of washing across any who could hear.

She aims to throw herself at @Riffleheart , hoping to slash a big, unsheathed paw across his chest all while continuing to chant and insult her opponent directly.
”As smart as a stick! ♬
Ugly as a tick! ♬
I’ll slice you up, and throw ya in the crick! ♬”​

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Spoiler: RAGWORTPAW | TAGS

( secondary character / "speech" / ic opinions )​

╰ ★ ჻ 001 GENERAL INFORMATION ,

· RAGWORTPAW, female — she / her

╰ ‣ named for her health & strength at birth .

╰ ‣ 7 moons . ages on the first

╰ ‣ thunderclan apprentice . loner born . believes in starclan





╰ ★ ჻ 002 VISUALS & AESTHETICS ,

· DOMESTIC FELINE, oak and maple trees , status — 100%

╰ ‣ blue furred . long-hared . a very furry head, chest, and tail





╰ ★ ჻ 003 MENTALITY & MANNERISMS ,

· ESTJ-A ❝

EXECTUTIVE ❞ , Hufflepuff, Lawful Good
╰ ‣ Kind-hearted . Honest . Loud .Justice-seeking . People-pleaser . Gullible . Empty-headed . Humorous
╰ ‣ Though she is all brawn and no brain, Ragwort tries her best and carries a bleeding heart to all whom surround her. She takes the role of "big sister" with her siblings and friends, never failing to have their backs, take care of them, and defend them when needed (sometimes even jumping the gun). While she doesn't offer the best emotional support (not due to a lack of trying) she gives the best hugs and is great at giving cats distractions with her shenanigans.
╰ ‣ finds minimal difficulty relating to others . wears a bleeding heart


╰ ★ ჻ 004 INTERACTIONS & RELATIONSHIPS ,
· GRIME x CINDERFROST, sister to toadpaw, prowlingpaw, hollypaw
╰ ‣ unknown sexuality.
╰ ‣ poor fighter . poor hunter .
╰ ‣ will start fights . unlikely to flee .
╰ ‣ attack in underline . penned by user @ava.

 

[Badgerstrike]

She wasn't entirely expecting an apprentice to come for her. She knew it was a possibility, but she was hoping for a grown warrior. Not that she was complaining, an opponent was an opponent and this was war.

She felt Ashpaw sink her teeth into her pelt in what felt like the pricking of needles from the pine. She hardly even budged, looking over at the orange apprentice with a smirk. She chose her opponent.... Badgerstrike wouldn't disrespect her by going easy. Her only mercy here was that she wasn't killing anyone today.

"You sure this is a fight you want to fight, kit?" She growled. Maybe if she was scary enough, she could make Ashpaw retreat. Her growl rose into a wild shout. "BECAUSE IT'S GONNA BE A HARD ONE!!"

She sought to dig her fangs into Ashpaw's scruff and yank her away and vigorously shake her like a dog would it's toy.

@ashpaw!
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[LAKEMOON]

LAKEMOON — me and the devil, walking side by side.

Cats of both clans make their own proclamations around her, their own threats, but her steady sapphire gaze is trained on Howlingstar, and she can see the punch her words had packed in the brown tabby’s crestfallen face.
Something inside her stomach twists, and she almost feels ill when crestfallen turns into betrayal. The role model she had spent her whole life looking up to, the gentle molly that would tuck her in with bedtime stories whenever she could, teach her the wisest life lessons in something as casual as lunch together, Lakemoon can’t recognize any remnants of Howling Wind in Howlingstar, as the silver warrior imagined the other couldn’t see Azalea in herself.
Her brow furrows further, disguising the sickening feeling that stirs inside her stomach, and Howlingstar is no longer looking at her.
Her grandmothers words are proud and determined, and it was time for the sinking feeling in Lakemoons own chest to begin. Thunderclan wasn’t going to back down. She can feel the last ties to her family severing, only the feeling of her mate beside her keeping her breath from hitching.
Lost in her anguish, it’s only Cicadastar’s rallying cry that brings her forward.
For a clan that boasted with such morality, preying on the weak and vulnerable was plain cowardly, even if their reasoning may have been in the right place. Her clanmates lurch forward and Lakemoon suddenly finds herself frozen on the bank, azure gaze finding her grandmother once again, even for just a brief moment, and the heartbreak is plain on her sharp features.
Yet, she would not be another Hyacinthbreath, her loyalties could not be questioned.
She breaks free from her melancholy spell, eyes shooting to the churning river at her paws as the other warriors beside her slip in like a wave. There is not alternative route that she would be able to get to in time.
Subtly, she holds her breath, tail instinctively brushes against Lilybloom for only a moment before she steps forward.
The water is freezing and Lakemoon clenches her teeth together under a determined expression, melting in with her clanmates.
She is not as graceful in the water as she is on land, but Lakemoon dares not make a fool of herself when she is only a fox-length away from battle.
She kicks long legs under the water, keeping her gaze forward to distract herself from the water that seeped through her fur.
Shore does not come fast enough, and she springs out in a crack of blue lightning, springing to the rocks where her grandmother and the two warriors had been lounging at beside her.
Despite her disgust and grief, she’d never dream to lay a claw on the brown tabby leader, and instead her sights are set on the big red tabby that had spoken in place of her.
Because she was too betrayed to speak.
The unwanted thought flickers from the depths of her mind, and she lets out a battle screech as she closes the gap between her and Sunfreckle.
She’d leap outstretched, aiming to use powerful forepaws to grapple onto the russet warrior, attempting to use the sudden impact of her weight to at least make him stumble
Her world did not slow this time, her mind did not switch gears. Blocked from the rage and the grief that was evident in her burning blue eyes, everything was moving quick, too quick-
If she had been able to make contact, she’d rip her jaws wide, before attempting to bury her fangs anywhere she could, hoping to clamp them shut and take her pound of flesh.
She was frenzied.


//attacking @Sunfreckle

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[LILYBLOOM.]

Both sides wait with bated breaths. To Lilybloom it is unclear who will make the first move, though she knows it will come soon.

In the end, it comes with the arrival of Cicadastar and the rest of the RiverClan reinforcements Lakemoon had sent for. He reiterates his refusal to give up the rocks and then the orders are given. One by one, RiverClan slip into the water and begin to cross to the other side, making the whole thing look as easy as breathing. As her clanmates swim to the ThunderClan attackers, Lilybloom joins them, watching Lakemoon cross first before joining her clanmates. Stay safe, Lakemoon.

Lilybloom still hasn't swam much in the river since her accident, and she'd be lying if it still didn't make her a little uncomfortable, but she casts those thoughts aside to push on ahead and work on defending the Sunningrocks. When she emerges onto the bank, she is quickly greeted by a broad-shouldered brown tabby, who singles her out as a target for his ire. "I will gladly give my blood for these rocks, Thunderclanner," Lilybloom retorts, baring her teeth. "Can you say the same?"

She does not give the ThunderClan warrior any further time to speak before she sets her sights upon him. He's a larger cat than she is, and looks better suited to fighting than she is - the scars on his chest certainly imply some experience at least. Lilybloom uses her skills to her advantage, hoping to outspeed the brown tabby and get a hit on him before he can land some damaging blows. She would spring forward, front claws outstretched, hoping to wrap herself around him and grapple him to the floor. Regardless of if she was successful, she would attempt to bite at his shoulder blades, hoping to draw blood if she could.

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[CLAYFUR]

ThunderClan does not back down, stays right where they are. Right where they don’t belong. A growl rips itself from his chest, quieted only by the dappled leader who steps up to stand at his side. He looks to Cicadastar—asking for permission, hoping that he will give the order to attack. The leader shouts back at the ThunderClan cats, venom lashing each and every word.

Once, the chocolate tom would have flinched at Cicada’s icy tone, uncomfortable with the harsh words being thrown at another clan. Now, he is grateful for it. He’s never been great at putting into words exactly how he feels, but the dappled tom doesn’t seem to have such an issue. He tells the ThunderClanners exactly what he thinks of them—honorless vultures, the lot of them. RiverClan rescued their warriors and apprentices from their own camp, and this is how ThunderClan thinks to repay them, so many months later?

Clay is inclined to agree with Cicadastar on this, now that he’s seeing what Howlingstar’s reign will be like. Marked by avarice, doomed to create enemies of every other clan. Where do they stand with SkyClan, he wonders? Would Blazestar’s support be of any help here, if it were even offered? Not likely.

His paws won’t stop moving, feeling like he’s about to burst from anticipation. He’s relieved when Cicadastar gives the order to attack, and he lurches forward along with the rest of his clan. He doesn’t think twice about Darterwing’s statement, because she too sprints to cross the river. She may be an idiot, but she is still on RiverClan’s side—she’s loyal.

White paws hits the water with a splash, paddling quickly to the other side. Once he’s on dry land again, he doesn’t wait for a ThunderClanner to attack first—he bursts onto land with a roar, flinging himself at the first cat he sees. No matter their size, no matter their age, he attempts to hook his claws into them and throw them to the ground. His teeth aim for their neck, hoping to catch and pull. If he can, he’s going to drag them into the water.


// feel free to have any character be the one he attacks! also i’m not rolling dice for attacks/damage or anything ^^
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