sensitive topics YOU ONLY GET WHAT YOU GRIEVE;; deathberries

[Sproutberry]

Things had been escalating quickly within the confines of the territory of ThunderClan. With cats being exiled it had ramped up the actions of those that agreed that a true ThunderClanner was one that did not come from kittypet blood - or at the very least didn't take pride or honor in their kittypet past. It wasn't something that made a cat stronger for winning over their promise of a soft life, it simply meant that they would always hold that softness within them. It had been proven when Roaringpaw had been stuck within the medicine den so soon after being accepted in from breaking the code and eating something while out on a patrol, it had been proven when the kittypets in SkyClan couldn't hold their own against the ThunderClan patrol that had moved to take prey from them, instead choosing to talk in silence and not call ThunderClan out publicly for something that any other clan would have been called out for at the gathering. Bigfang, Ploverhop, Morningcloud, Pebblestep. They'd all been soft and three of the four were taken care of, dead and now buried beneath the soil.

Still they thought themselves strong for surviving, and it had been decided that they had to purge the softness at the source, not allowing cats of unworthy backgrounds to get the chance to train with them, even if they had been taken in as a kit. The softness was in their blood, passed down generation to generation, and so if killing some of the warriors wouldn't send the message across that they did not belong, that they were not wanted, then kits would have to do.

And oh how Sproutpaw wanted to prove himself worthy of being a ThunderClanner, worthy of holding whatever name he'd receive by Howlingstar in only a moon announced with the acceptance and approval of the stars above them. If StarClan didn't want the kittypets to be purged then they would have stopped them by now, would have sent thunder and lightning down to smite the cats that participate in the killings. Even if the living didn't see it, it was approved, blessed by the stars. The stars would protect him if it was the true calling, and so he had no issue with what was asked of him, no issue with the task of killing to prove that he was worthy, that he was truly part of the group after his faltering at the face of Morningcloud.

Deathberries had been the answer, sneaking into Gentlestorm's den on one of his trips off to RiverClan to take one of the ripe red berries that they were warned only recently not to mess with, not to ingest for they would kill a cat in a heartbeat. A quick and painless death - or at least less painless than Sproutpaw would think an attack would be - one that would send a message but show they weren't monsters. He would spare the kits the pain that came with most death and instead just allow them to slip into it quickly. The berry was shoved carefully into a squirrel picked fresh from the small pile of food that was beginning to trickle into the camp now that more and more were filtering out of the nursery while cats moved around him, paying no attention for the potential threat of death within camp walls. Everything had happened outside of them so far, so there was no need to worry right?

Carefully he picked up the squirrel and moved through the camp to where Coltkit and Ivorykit were playing, sneaking behind them so that he couldn't be seen before carefully dropping the squirrel behind them where they'd see it when they turned around, moving back before slipping away unseen out of the camp with the next patrol that left to get prey.

AN ANTHEM OF DEATH ๑ SINGS OUT A CRY

• -- please wait for @COLTKIT and @ivorykit to post
  
  camp is super busy and hectic right now with everything going on, so no one will see that Sproutpaw dropped the prey off to the kittens!

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• ๑ SH chocolate tabby/lilac chimera w/low white, heterochromia, folded ears
  ๑ rarely talks, listens to conversations
  ๑ 9 moons old; ages the 20th every month
  ๑ bisexual biromantic ; interested in no one
  ๑ currently being mentored by Bigfang
  ๑ not easy to befriend/interact with; slow to anger, slow to calm
  ๑ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ๑ easy in combat due to age
  ๑ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[COLTPAW]

Coltkit likes Ivorykit, mostly 'cause she gave him good advice about not being weak and stuff, and also 'cause she used to be a kittypet, too, so he knows she's not gonna get mad at him because of it. She's pretty nice, and also automatically cool, since she's like, way older and almost an apprentice—he can hardly wait for his own apprenticeship. Then he can leave camp, and hunt, and fight, and prove once and for all that he's a real ThunderClanner! He wonders who his mentor might be—hopefully someone nice, like Howlingstar or Roeflame, not one of the mean ( and now gone, thankfully ) cats like Ravenstrike . . . he nearly shudders at the thought.

" Get it! " he chirps when the mossball he swats swings wide and awry, overshot by the size of his white forepaw and sailing just to Ivorykit's left. The bundle flies back towards him, pinwheeling over his shoulder to land behind him—and when he turns, he's met by a welcome sight. A squirrel, plump and fresh and smelling tantalizingly of leaf - litter and warm meat, lies there like a gift, perfectly placed behind the playing pair.

" Thank you! " he yells into the bustle of camp, and though his blue eyes scrutinize the ever - moving crowd, he can't pick out who might have dropped off the piece of prey,

" Ivorykit, c'mere, look! " Coltkit trills as he scampers over to the piece of fresh - kill, tail smacking the ground behind him an excited fit of puppyish wagging, gaze flickering over his shoulder to meet the other kit's rich auburn. His half - moon eyes are alight and sparkling with excitement, wide and hopeful—if one of the cool older cats went out of their way to bring the pair of them a really good piece of fresh - kill, maybe they really did like Coltkit after all!

" Look - look - look! Someone brought us prey! " he mrrows, his forepaws thumping the ground excitedly as he sniffs it, his untrained nose and eyes unseeing of the deadly promise tucked within the " gift ". " Maybe they really do like us, " the boy says, tail wiggling in hopeful joy as he crouches in front of the squirrel, poking it with his nose.

" It's 'cause I've been huntin' so good, " he proclaims cheerfully as he takes a bite.

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[ivorypaw]

Ivorykit had spent most of her early moons following Scarletkit around, but those days are over. She still remembers the guarded look in her former friend's eyes when she'd told Ivorykit to stay away from her, and even now, skirting a mossball with her paws, she feels a pang in her gut. Well, at least Coltkit still likes me, she thinks, lowering her rich auburn gaze so that it settles on the younger kit. Like her, Coltkit has kittypet roots; like her, Coltkit has been ridiculed by the forest-born cats for their blood. She feels strangely close to the younger tom, as though their shared misery makes things better between them.

She bats the mossball back in his direction; as he scampers after it, he pauses, the toy forgotten. "Thank you!" He calls out to the bustle of camp. Mystified, the white she-cat moves closer, her curled ears twitching forward with curiosity. A plump-looking squirrel sits just to Coltkit's side, warm, clearly freshly-caught. Her mouth begins to water at the sight of it.

"Someone brought us prey!" Coltkit's voice is full of joy, that someone had been so thoughtful. Ivorykit's smile is a touch more strained, but she allows herself to indulge in his childish idea. Maybe they really do like us. She watches him bend forward to take the first bite, and she follows suit, her mouth twitching as prey-blood coats her tongue. "Delicious!" She closes her eyes, relishing the taste of the forest between her teeth. "I think you're right! They noticed how much better at hunting we're getting," she purrs, giving Coltkit a gentle, teasing elbow.

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

• ooc: THIS THREAD IS OPEN!! Please note that the cat who notices something is off should be a warrior!
• Adora . Ivorykit, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 6 moons old, ages realistically on the 16th.
  — mentored by n/a ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored n/a.
  — thunderclan kit. npc x npc, gen 1.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh white she-cat with curled ears and brown eyes. compassionate, righteous, naive, idealistic, self-doubting, self-destructive.

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[bayingkit]

she cannot see who it was. crouched low as she’d been, lying flat on her belly with ears pinned while through the sea of passing warriors a squirrel appears. she blinks bicolored eyes with sudden ferocity, annoyance twisting her muzzle as she shoves herself to wide paws — how come they got prey delivered and she didn’t? what was so special about them? her tail twitches, a black pit of misery seeping a hole into her sternum . . she doesn’t know what to call it, but it hurts enough to shove herself forehead - first on stomping limbs in ivorykit and coltkits direction. the two were soft, a little gullible but friendly enough — bayingkit knows, through the sniffing ferality she still presents, that being nice here would get her . . something. a bite, at least.

she sniffs first towards coltkit, lowering her head and letting her thin tail wag hard enough to sway her hindquarters, tipping her head up at them with lips still twitching a strange snarl - smile. the meat smells . . tasty, even tastier with. friends. maybe. she swallows audibly, ” want some. “ sneezed, a huff of friendly breath she hopes is enough to sway them ( maybe she can join . . if they were nice to her, and the tremble - start of expectant anger does not snap her forward anyway ).

☽ ˚ ｡ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐙𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒  𓃥 【 𝑰𝑻𝑺 𝑫𝑨𝑹𝑲 𝑰𝑵 𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬 】

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• BAYINGKIT——————— SHE / HER, KITTEN OF THUNDERCLAN. NIGHTBIRD xx RACCOONSTRIPE, SISTER TO TWILIGHTKIT, TIGERKIT, STORMKIT & LIGHTNINGKIT. 3 MOONS OLD, SMELLS LIKE DISRUPTED SOIL & WET FUR. PENNED BY ANTLERS.
  a large, unsightly black tabby kitten.
  
  mongrelish, standing all thistlethorn fur and bared teeth, bayingkit would be thought roguesblood if not for the dogtooth crown she uncomfortably bears. a hereditary haunting lies in the shag of ornate black striping and long limbs that do not yet suit her wide, slouching shoulders ; her fathers daughter, laced in dredge and filth moreso than he’d ever been. a constant, incessant need to make herself small forms in hunched spine and weary, whale - eyed suspicion, communicating mostly in rumbling growls.. bayingkit tends to hold herself with a tuck tailed and trembling livewire of feral volatility.
  

  teething, easily frustrated with her lack of vocal skill and highly reactive. prone to biting, swatting and general moodiness it is highly encouraged to correct. powerplay is allowed for disciplinary swipes, scruffing and general redirection.

  
  
  

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[antlerbreeze]

The day was hectic- hot, too. The constant rigor of death flashed behind her eyes every time she blinked, so Antlerpaw did what she knew best. Followed Howlingstar on patrols, hunted with other cats when she was busy. She was on her way back to Thunderclan now, just as a patrol passed them on their way out. As the patrol leaders exchanged information, Antlerpaw dipped into camp, the exhaustion about her eyes as she dropped the finch she caught onto the pile.

Her ear twitched, spotting Coltkit and Ivorykit looking near joyous over a squirrel. Brought us prey. Which wasn't such a strange thing, except for the knowledge that the prey was often given to the queen or guardian first- perhaps to ensure there wasn't anything wrong with it, perhaps to ensure that fair amounts went to every kit. Antlerpaw's ears twitched as she drew closer, just as Bayingkit approached (a name that still caused her to shudder sometimes,) and orange eyes stole to the belly of the squirrel.

The kits were already a bite or two in, but she could see it clear as day- the belly of the squirrel was opened, nearly hidden as a killing blow but- A sharp inhale followed, and she stepped forward with authority, pushing the kits away from the prey. "Stop! Stop eating it, spit out the prey!" Antlerpaw cried, her heart rushing. Was that her heartbeat she heard in her ear, or the running of queens and warriors? Was that red she spotted pooling on the ground, or just her imagination?

Antlerpaw, once the kits had cleared off, carefully opened the squirrel further with delicate claws and- Tears nearly sprang to her bagged eyes, and she was shouting once more, "Howlingstar! Flamewhisker!" There, in her clutches, a deathberry was settled in the flesh of the prey the kits were just eating. Gentlestorm wasn't here. He wasn't here. In for eight, hold, out for- Panicked vision lifted, searching for her mentor. "Deathberry." She whispered, unsure if anyone even heard her.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ┌── SHE SAW IT IN MY EYES ⋅❁⋅ SHE DIDNT EVEN CRY ──┐‎

• "speech"
  // @HOWLINGSTAR @Flamewhisker
  // permission to find the berry given by the hp team!!
  

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• ANTLERPAW she/her, apprentice of thunderclan, twelve moons.
  ⭃ LH cinnamon lynx sepia with low white. smaller body, agile and slippery, fits really well in small gaps in the underbrush. soft spoken but strong and determined.
  ⭃ mentored by howlingstar / / mentoring no one
  ⭃ padding after no one / / sibling to fallowpaw and doepaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[TWILIGHTKIT ⋆]

Twilightkit would not consider herself to be apathetic. Perhaps in a childish way, she cares too much, often a bother to her siblings and unyielding to the few she holds in close regards. For once, however, the child relaxes in the shade by the nursery, watching Coltkit and Ivorykit play in spite of the heat. She debates joining them a few times, itching to release some energy herself, but often returns to grooming the fur on her chest instead.

Prey appears before the duo, and soon Bayingkit, who's stomach is a never ending pit, tries to perk a smile and ask politely to share. It's the kindest that Twilightkit has ever seen her sister - a fact that hardly sours the silver tabby. If anything, she's simply amazed that her elder sibling can be kind. She almost has the urge to gain Nightbird's attention, so that they both can watch Bayingkit's heart grow a few sizes. That is, until Antlerpaw carries through.

A protective paw sweeps the kits away, but Twilightkit struggles to see it like that. Their meal is taken away - the very one Coltkit and Ivorykit was excited for, the one Bayingkit almost said please for! Who did Antlerpaw think she was? Twilightkit is quick to her paws, flying to the commotion with a growl rumbling in her chest as she rounds Bayingkit's side first. A hiss rattles off of her tongue as she holds to her sister's side, prepared to defend her case, when -

Deathberry. It's self explanatory. Twilightkit doesn't need a lesson to know that something is horribly wrong here. The child doesn't disengage, doesn't right her posture or settle her trembling tail. She just knows that something is off and she must remain on guard. "Bayingkit," she says after a beat, gritting her teeth. "Nightbird - she will want us in the nursery. Let's go," she continues, hoping that her nearly feral sister will not press otherwise.

Golden eyes flutter over Coltkit and Ivorykit, and though she is not close with the latter, she knows the former to be a shared friend between herself and her sister. She frowns, but nods towards the young tom, "You should join us. It's-" she looks back towards Antlerpaw, who guards the berry with her life whilst waiting for others. "It's not safe here. You can stay in our nest." Lackluster but not careless, the child tries to take the first few hobbling steps away from what she believes to be the new hotspot for danger.
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[nightbird]

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ antlerpaw's quiet words pierce her ears, jerk her head up from the kitten she readies for bed. a quick head count proved both twilightkit and bayingkit were out there, with that star forsaken berry right under there noses.

nightbird abandons her post, shoving past bodies until she stares down to the poisoned prey. twilightkit is already trying to provide some structure to the moment, ushering her sister and the other two kits back into the nursery. she gives a sharp nod, stopping them all for just a moment. "who delivered this?" her mouth is dry as she corners them with the question, sweeping in around antlerpaw to take over while she guards the berry. they prey was just dropped off, they had yet to get far into it. she hoped they would have a description at the least.

"go, with twilightkit," the queen commands sharply, pushing ivorykit and coltkit forward with a white paw. "nobody leaves." the responsibility was placed upon her second eldest daughter, if anyone could keep them in line it would be her.

‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ┌── THE CROWS IN THE GARDEN ⋅⋆⋅ ARE LAUGHING AT MY EXPENSE ──┐‎

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  NIGHTBIRD ✩ she/her, lead warrior of thunderclan, 35 ☾'s
  ⭃ a small black smoke molly with a white paw and pale silver eyes. currently a queen residing in the nursery.
  ⭃ mate to raccoonstripe / / currently mentoring none.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by vayle ↛ @vayl3 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[ivorypaw]

[ tw: slight emetophobia ]

The food is fresh and warm on her tongue; she hardly notices when Bayingkit's sharp, mismatched eyes narrow toward them. The younger kit ambles over, her bared fangs stretched into a gruesome imitation of a smile. Ivorykit laughs around her mouthful of squirrel. "Sure! There's plenty here for you, too!" She shoves the piece of prey closer to Bayingkit with a soft white paw.

The joy dies from her eyes. A shadow is cast over the feasting kits. "Stop!" Antlerpaw's cry of alarm is sharp, searing through the bustle of camp. "Stop eating it! Spit out the prey!" She uses her forepaw to shove the squirrel away from the three of them, and Ivorykit's chewing ceases; the meat becomes stone in her mouth. "Wh-"

She hates me. She hates us, just like Ravenstrike and Redflower and Darkthistle. She backs away, the white fur along her spine beginning to bristle with fear and sadness. She doesn't want me to eat prey I didn't help catch. Her eyes flood, though she keeps her promise to Coltkit — don't cry, and I won't either.

But Antlerpaw isn't glaring at her, or at Coltkit, or even at Bayingkit. The apprentice's sharp gaze is trained on the slit in the squirrel's belly. Something scarlet and strange glimmers through its entrails. "Deathberry," she whispers, and Ivorykit has to strain to hear her.

She chokes, sputtering on her mouthful. Deathberry? Gentlestorm's lesson pounds through her head like an avalanche. "Just one could kill a cat," he had told all of them, and her belly seizes. Gagging, she spits her mouthful of squirrel onto the ground, fear rounding her dark eyes. "Oh, Coltkit, spit it out!" Terror lances through her pelt like claws. She's hardly able to see Twilightkit trying to usher her sister away, and Nightbird's silhouette is blurry from her tears.

"Who delivered this?" The smoke-pelted queen's voice is sharp. Ivorykit spits, croaking with fear: "I — I didn't see, it was just there."

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

• ooc: —
• Adora . Ivorykit, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 6 moons old, ages realistically on the 16th.
  — mentored by n/a ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored n/a.
  — thunderclan kit. npc x npc, gen 1.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh white she-cat with curled ears and brown eyes. compassionate, righteous, naive, idealistic, self-doubting, self-destructive.

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[BASILPAW!]

( 𖤓 ) deathberry. he hears the whisper loud and clear from where he's tussling with a scrap of moss. immediately, the cream tabby is on his paws, plaything forgotten as a serious mood casts like clouds over thunderclan's camp. several of his fellow kits, including two he's been keeping his protective eye on since their run in with the now exiled warriors, gather around a juicy looking squirrel. antlerpaw crouches over it, panic clear in her orange eyes. nightbird approaches, spitting orders, and basilkit is quick to follow them. he trots over, halting beside coltkit and gently nudging the boy with his nose. "c'mon," he'll murmur, beckoning the younger tom in. fern-green eyes scan for any sign of merlinkit, wolfkit, or sunnykit, a sick relief in his stomach when he can't see them anywhere near the situation.

he's not sure if he should wait to get the younger kits to the den until after gentlestorm has checked on them, and so he stands there, fur halfway bunched up into a pinecone of defense. verdant eyes settling on the two victims yet again, the golden boy furrows his brow. "are you two okay?" he asks, gnawing on his lower lip.

IF YOU LET IT ALONE 𖤓 IT WILL SURELY GROW

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  BASILKIT 𖤓 HE / THEY, KITTEN OF THUNDERCLAN. CAMPIONSONG x SWIFTDAWN, SIBLING TO ROSEMARYKIT, WOLFKIT, SUNNYKIT. 4 MOONS OLD, PENNED BY LAVS
  
  
  a cream ticked tabby with high white, and green eyes. a tall boy sporting a chaotically ruffled coat of pale cream tabby. darker ticked stripes flow down his fur, and band around his legs and face. his chest, stomach, muzzle, and most of his tail are white, he has verdant green eyes that sparkle with mischief.
  

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[Flamestar]

〔✦〕The day is indeed hectic. Patrols were returning with no signs of any trespassers like the previous past few days. She was keeping a count on who left the camp with who, and she was insistent that nobody left alone or unnecessarily. There was a traitor among them, and she was determined to catch them as soon as possible. Whoever it was, they were slippery that's for sure. "Did you scent anything strange this morning?" She asked a patrol lead shortly after they padded into the camp. Disappointment glittered in her gaze as they shook their head. After the second murder had been found, she had mainly been asking the lead warriors to head the patrols, but with two in the nursery, she couldn't always have a council member available. Assigning the patrols had become more difficult than they ever had been...she trusted all of her clanmates like family, but now...

Stop! Stop eating it, spit out the prey!

The panicked cry echoed throughout the camp, and like everyone else, Flamewhisker swung her head around to the source of the sound. Ivorykit, Coltkit, Bayingkit, and Twilightkit were in front of the nursery, Antlerpaw in front of them. Howlingstar's apprentice fiddled with the squirrel's belly for a moment, and seconds later her name followed the name of their leader in a desperate call for help. "Fetch Howlingstar, now." She didn't stop to make sure the warrior she had been talking to actually listened. Instead, she swung around and made a full run towards the nursery. As she slid to a stop beside the apprentice, her gaze immediately fell upon the berry that had fallen from the prey left for the kits. "What-" Who had brought them this? Her head swung around, scanning the area. Everyone seemed equally as horrified, nothing out of the ordinary. Frustration mixed with rage bubbled within her. The murderer had struck again, inside the camp! "Did you eat-" she stopped as her question was answered by Ivorykit immediately spitting out her bite. Oh, Coltkit, spit it out! Gentlestorm's lesson from the other day replayed itself in her mind. One berry can kill a cat. How many berries had been in there? Had they eaten more than one? "Gentlestorm. We need him now." Her gaze flicked up to Nightbird, a silent request for the queen to keep an eye on things. Who knew how much longer they had before the berries kicked in?

It killed her to leave the crying kitten, but she had to. The deputy was on her feet again, running towards the Medicine Den. Today was one of his days here with Moongleam, thank Starclan. "Gentlestorm! Ivorykit and Coltkit have eaten death berries, come quickly!" she shouted as she halted in the mouth of his den, staring at her friend with wide eyes.

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

• ooc. fetching @GENTLESTORM and @Moonbeam & sending a warrior to fetch @HOWLINGSTAR
  
• FLAMEWHISKER —— deputy of thunderclan , mentoring none . storm x lily . littermate to nala, smokey, and nemo ✦ penned by icey !
  ✦ afab / she/her / 35 moons & ages every 20ᵗʰ
  ✦ widowed / heterosexual / closed to romance
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— difficult in battle
  
  ✦ “speech”, 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
  ✦ tags — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  
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  a longhaired red tabby with low white and green eyes. flamewhisker's fur is a vibrant hue of red, riddled with thick classic tabby markings. her fur is medium in length, and she has a large, feathery tail. her chest, belly, tail tip, and her paws are dipped white. flamewhisker's eyes are a dark, deep shade of green. her shoulder has a large scar on it from a fight with a dog. she also has a shredded ear from a disagreement with a loner during her time alone before joining thunderclan. on particularly cold days, or sometimes before a major weather change, she will walk with a slight limp from her shoulder injury.

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[HOWLINGSTAR]

She has never seen the camp on such high alert, so filled with buzzing apprehension. She slips inside, tells her apprentice to run along and deposit her catch, before completely turning her attention away from her. She's in the middle of listening to the latest patrol report when Antlerpaw's voice cuts through the chatter in camp, silencing everything. Howlingstar whirls around, fern eyes round with alarm. She searches the bustling camp until she spots her apprentice's chestnut pelt, sees her hunched over a squirrel with Ivorykit, Coltkit and the others nearby. And when she's called, by both Antlerpaw and Flamewhisker, she comes running. "What is it? What's wrong?" She demands worriedly, brows knit together as she comes to a stop.

Deathberry.

It takes her a moment to process it. Paws become stone as she is rooted to the spot, her hear dropping into her stomach at the revelation. The kits begin to gag, spitting out the prey in their mouths, and Howlingstar stares at them hard. Who delivered this? Nightbird asks, and Ivorykit says they don't know. They don't know. The murderer has struck within camp walls and they still don't know. Tears spring to the leader's eyes as she takes a step back to steady herself, for suddenly she feels quite faint. Thank the stars, both of the kits seem healthy...it seems like Antlerpaw had caught them in time. But what if she hadn't? "The fresh-kill pile...check every piece, every single one!" She instructs, unable to keep the waver from her voice. "How did they get the deathberry? Gentlestorm's den?" No more. No more deathberries in camp. No way.

Fury begins to alight itself in her gut but even more than that is guilt, shame. She looks to Flamewhisker with a frown, then to Nightbird. She begins to scan the camp for Raccoonstripe, for Leafhusk. I made the wrong call.​

 

[LIGHTNINGKIT]

LIGHTNINGKIT . of . THUNDERCLAN

3 moons old (born 07.08.24) / lh silver tabby with green eyes / feminine pronouns
raccoonstripe xx nightbird / little sister to bayingkit, twilightkit, tigerkit, & stormkit

She wakes from a pleasant doze to tension, to fear. She blinks away sleepy grogginess, gaze leaping between her family —her mother looks serious, so much more serious than she normally does— and Howlingstar's...scary. Not because she looks mean to Lightningkit, but because the trembling urgency of her voice is frightening, and she sticks a paw in her mouth to chew on as she starts to put the pieces together. Said paw drops from her mouth in surprise as she realizes that Ivorykit and Coltkit could have died. Worse, that one of their clanmates tried to do it. She doesn't really know what deathberries are, but they don't sound like a good thing, and they put it in their food.

She wants her father. Where is Raccoonstripe? "C'mon, c'mon!" Lightningkit urges on the tail-end of Nightbird's command and Twilightkit's ushering. Basilkit asks if they're okay, but she thinks that's such a silly thing to say. "Sit with me, Ivorykit. They can't do anything sneaky if we're all together." She shoves her paw back into her mouth, the motion at odds with her fiercely narrowed eyes. Ivorykit is her friend, and maybe she had a hard time finding prey, but that doesn't mean she should die! When her grandmother finds who did it, Lightningkit will— she'll chew their ears off!
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[WRATHPAW.]

*+:｡.｡ Wrathpaw knows it was them. It doesn't take a genius, and yet, even Wrathpaw is left speechless. He glances around camp as it bursts to life, a sea of bristling pelts, murmured voices and wide - amber amber amber amber amber - eyes darting around frantically. Wrathpaw's own attention flicks from cat to cat, searching those amassed for the familiar pelts of his friends. Briarsong wouldn't have done this, surely he thinks desperately, to attack a kit, that's just...it's...
Too cruel? withered daffodils, dead suns, swallowtails with their wings torn to pieces -
Pressing his paws against his ears, he shakes his head furiously.

But his stomach lurches when he hears familiar voices. Bayingkit, asking for a bite, and Twilightkit carefully leading her away. Wrathpaw feels like throwing up. Robotically, the boy backs away, unable to stand the sight of the nursery - the safest place Thunderclan has to offer - now sullied. And he's just as much to blame by association.

"I-I'll check the food" Wrathpaw mumbles, his voice far, far away. Without further prompting, he scurries to the prey pile, doubtful that he'll find any more tampered prey but determined to stop it's deliver if one is. It's the least he can do, a semblance of a fraying integrity he can hold onto, at least for a little while longer.

*+:｡.｡ Updated 7/9/24

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  GENERAL:
  ♡ Wrathpaw
  ♡ DMAB— He/Him
  ♡ 10 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
  ♡ Brother to Lovelight, Joywing, Laughblossom || Pridepaw, Merrypaw
  ♡ Thunderclan — apprentice
  ♡ Mentored by Wildheart
  
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ♡Physically mediocre | mentally very easy
  ♡ Attack in bold #4a59ff
  injuries: None currently , mentally unwell
  "SPEECH"
  

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[Moonbeam]

When one medicine cat is called the other comes too, small ears pricked as she tries to listen over scared and furious words reach her ears, trying her hardest to figure out what had happened. They're surrounding prey, Antlerpaw making sure that no kits would come near it and at first she thinks it's just bad prey, something that could happen to anyone, but the reaction and outrage is not something that Moonbeam would associate with that. The word deathberry is flown around and for a moment she wracks her brain, trying to figure out what that herb is and what it does but there's nothing within her that knows what it is, what it does, but the name to her can only mean bad things... can only mean death. She'd have to ask Gentlestorm later what it meant, but for now there were more pressing matters at paw.

"They should come to the medicine den, just in case." Breathes the moggie, head turning to Gentlestorm for confirmation before looking to the ThunderClanners. She wasn't their medicine cat but she was a medicine cat all the same, quick thinking in a time like this it didn't matter who said what so long as injuries and potential death was dealt with. She'd wave Coltkit and Ivorykit towards herself and Gentlestorm, silent as she was sure the older medicine cat would speak instructions and let cats know who could and couldn't go to the medicine den with them. If this was her own clan she wouldn't care who was there so long as they were quiet and let her work, but with everything that had been going on here she was sure Gentlestorm had different rules that would need to be followed.

LET THE VALLEYS AWAKE ꕥ LET THEM RATTLE AND SHAKE

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• ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ flesh wounds
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ infections
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ aches & pains
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ illness
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ breathing
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ traveling
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ broken bones
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ kitting
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ poisons
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  ꕥ SH white masking cinnamon torbie w/orange eyes & small ears
  ꕥ 15 moons old; ages the 17th every month
  ꕥ homosexual polyromantic ; mated to beefang, crushing on redacted
  ꕥ currently mentoring none
  ꕥ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ꕥ easy in combat unless in water, focuses on defensive tactics

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[GENTLESTORM]

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

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. — tw for mention of emetophobia

Gentlestorm been teaching Moonbeam about poppy seeds as well as other herbs that subdued any pain that grew within Thunderclan though the lesson is put to a halt when suddenly there's panicked and angry voices outside of his den. His ears immediately angle forward when he hears his name and the name of kittens, his eyes immediately widening when deathberry is spoken into the next sentence. His head snaps over to where he kept the crimson berries and for a heartbeat, he feels his world spinning noticing that one of them were missing. Great Starclan... Who had done this? What has he done? He had brought these into camp to teach a valuable lesson and it only turned out that someone had used it to harm a clanmate, a kitten.

"Everyone away now!" His voice comes out thunderous and less kind than usual as it threatens to crack underneath the panic, there's a soft ringing in his ears as he thinks about Berryheart slumped in front of the medicine den and blocking the entrance. It seizes his heart as a shaky breath slips from his dry mouth, Gentlestorm presses onwards once everyone had (hopefully) parted from the sides of the kittens and used a pink nose to hurriedly nudge Coltkit or Ivorykit inside of his den. "No one but these two, Moonbeam, and myself in my den. Understood?" He's quick to not allow anyone else to intrude or follow after them, he thinks of his den being blocked off again and it causes another ripple of panic to wash over his body.

Another shaky breath slips from his jaws as he quickly rummages through his shelf until he picks out some yarrow and he turns his gaze to Moonbeam "The best way to..." He pauses to catch his breath feeling as if he had run through the territory itself and back, he gulps dryly with a shake of his head trying to force himself to continue, "To... get them to throw it back up... is yarrow." Gentlestorm turns his attention to both kittens as he nudges the yarrow towards them without a moment of hesitance. One berry can kill a cat. His own words plague him as he instructs in a shaky voice "Eat this. Hurry." Both of his dark eyes watch to make sure that they ingest the herb and his attention shifts momentarily to Moonbeam as he adds on, "If yarrow isn't available to you... You use your paw and push it down their throat to trigger vomiting."

He glances back to both kittens awaiting to see who had eaten the berry as he feels his heart racing in his chest, he prays silently to Starclan that they would be okay. Despite, the panic that squeezes at him... His blood begins to boil with an awful anger. Who had done this?

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

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

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[leafhusk]

⚘ leafhusk exited the warrior’s den into a bustling camp. cats press together in awkward clumps, murmuring about the gruesome occurances, a few accidentally shoulder her on their way to midday tasks. she gives them an apologetic glance, but she doubts anyone would stop to notice it. she just wants to get away from it all, curl up in a comfortable spot and hide away for a few hours– like a kittypet. a raised bed with colorful moss floats in her mind, uncomfortably blurry at the edges yet the feeling of it is vivid. no moss bed will ever compare to what she had before, even if she attempts to drown it in feathers.

sharp, yowling cries pull her from nostalgia. everyone in the ravine practically stops, turning their heads towards the nursery. exclaims of deathberries turns her blood ice cold, a lump tugs violently in her throat. she is grateful to the stars that flamewhisker takes charge, because leafhusk feels like she’s on the brink. her ears buzz. she doesn’t need to listen to how ivorykit doesn’t know how it got there, because it is obvious. she should’ve pushed her vulnerabilities in the council meeting more, maybe they could’ve been halfway to loner lands by now. has leafhusk failed them? wide, glazed eyes find her leader’s. for a moment, it twitches.​