YOU WILL LET ME DOWN, DOWN, DOWN — rogue invasion

[BUCKPAW]

"Mother?! Mama! Buckpaw is running before the others, the scramble to get out lighting his nerves on fire. He doesn't see Cicadastar fall, but he knows, somehow without knowing. Smokethroat and his mother are leading them, leading them out and away and - @Bumblekit , she - he has to run - his legs are moving - his sister is -

He's there over her, fighting the tide of cats to keep his family in his sights. Run- run - run.​

 

[brookstorm]

It's all too quick. There is a moment wherein Brookpaw is comfortable in the silence of the breeze, the quaint chatter of their home and the promise of tomorrow. But the wind shifts, and before they know it, they're descended upon like prey from cats that are no better than packs of dogs. Brookpaw's curled ears stick to her head throughout the encounter, claws flashing towards any menacing creature that errs too close.

Where is... her sister, her brother? Her mentor, friends, father? She can spy masses of tussling cats but can hardly parse a rogue's battered pelt from the skeletal nature of their very own. RiverClan hasn't boasted their plump frames in weeks. She's unfocused, fern green gaze falling to the side as she watches Robinpaw gather up kittens with Willowroot, and a rogue leaps towards her -

A stone furred cat blocks the blow. Lightningstone - she can hear him grunt with the effort yet toss away the wayward cat with ease. Brookpaw's eyes are wide with droplets of fear at the edges, but she bids him a soft nod. A thank you, though it has no time to leave her lips. Rogues crowd the convulsing body of their leader, and Smokethroat calls for a retreat. Retreat to where? Where would they go?

"Lightningstone," she breathes, knocking her shoulder into his. His bravery is almost akin to his stubbornness, but she won't lose him today. "C'mon. There's always another day." They will have their home back, they will. In time. She turns to move with the rest of her Clanmates, offering to carry a kitten as well.

[ interacting with @LIGHTNINGSTONE & retreating! ]​

 

[Snakeblink]

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

Cicadastar is here — everything will be fine.

It's a thought worthy of a kit. He already knows the battle is lost. But as the rogue's jaws close around Snakeblink's haunch and he kicks them in the chin, hard, before teeth can sink deeper into his flesh, he cannot help the irrational belief that their leader will fix anything against all odds.

He cannot, of course. But Snakeblink still finds himself having hope — up until the rogues pull Cicadastar dawn and gut him like prey.

"Cicada—!"

The name is wrenched out of him, cleaved in half by the horror that closes around his throat like teeth. Snakeblink starts towards the swarming rogues, half a mind on stupid, thoughtless action: throwing his wretched body against a rising tide of malice as if that might save his leader, his friend. Smokethroat's call digs into his breastbone like claws in a fish's gill, pulling him away: he is running before he's fully processed it, shoving forward any apprentice that may be lagging behind with a swift push of his head.
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ooc. information.

• — Snakeblink • he / him. 45 ☾, 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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[robinheart]

Robinpaw can hear the roar of Cicadastar over the chaos, the urging to maintain control of their home, and yet she remains by Willowroot's side to keep the kits safe. The apprentice knows she cannot fight the rogues - she will lose and perhaps even die at the claws of merciless creatures who now descend upon the wiry frame of RiverClan's leader. Bile stings the back of her throat at the horrid sounds coming from the gory mess; tears prick her eyes at Smokethroat's reaction and call for retreat.

Through bleary gaze does she dutifully pick up one of the straggling kits and follow after her mentor, keeping the queen in constant view as to not look back at the metaphorical Sodom and Gomorrah her home had become. To look back may freeze her in her tracks. Robinpaw must press on, must move forward with her wards, even as her worried mind adds Cicadastar's well-being into the rotation of names of those she prays StarClan will protect and free from the tyranny raining down on her home.

The kit scruffed by the multicolored apprentice finds purchase with her crimson collar, hooking a paw to keep them stabilized as Robinpaw hurries towards SkyClan. It is the only time Robinpaw is grateful for the twoleg accessory around her neck as it has provided a small amount of comfort to an already terrified child.

//out! she either has an npc kit or another kit someone wants powerplayed

 

[GILLSIGHT]

The night makes its arrival like any other - a calmness in the river territory that disguises what is to come. Gillsight doesn't expect anything in the lulling comfort's monotony, planning to retire to his nest for the night, to gather what sleep he can before a new set of patrols starts up again in the morning.

The change in the air comes too quickly to heed any warning, a warning cry gone unnoticed, one that shifts the camp into a battlefield before his golden gaze. An invasion, sudden, swift. Breaking through the night like moor scent once had, the unknown cats' threats are a thick chorus intertwined in memories - a chill to night-frosted fur.

Chaos descends on the camp, a frantic race to collect the young, to fend for their home. Gillsight finds himself up against one of the rogues, but claws don't sink into his opponent for long before Cicadastar's voice rises above all, a roaring cry under a mass of intruders - a sight that leaves his paws staggering. It's a scene that burns into him, as he shouts for his leader, as he remembers, as he remembers. Cold weather, an inky-darkness. Pooling blood. An invasion.

Hardly does he have time to make a choice to run to aid, as Smokethroat's call breaks through the battlefield. Retreat, the deputy shouts, but to where? He doesn't have time to think about that either, doesn't have time but to run, to leave his home behind.
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[Catfishleap]

'cause my girl's made of peaches♡—————————————————
She was one of the last apprentices to leave the den, with everyone trampling out she hadn't been able to push past them while her leg was still stiff with sleep. Her green eyes were frantic, going left to right, trying to take in everything that was happening, yowling and howling from both friends and foes filled her ears. Pikesplash? Willowroot? Ravensong? she tried to locate any of them in the shadows of cats. She can't see any of them, but she does end up laying eyes on Hazepaw as the grey tabby hits the ground after being scruffed by another cat. Oh, you idiot, she hobbles as fast as she can to the grey tabby, as she goes to help Hazepaw up, she feels a weight barrel into her side, it doesn't take much for her to get lifted off the ground and have her face smack down into the dirt. Fear grips the silver molly as she frantically claws at the shape that now pinned her . She was not gifted in combat, and between not being able to use her beck leg and weighing much less than a healthy warrior should it was a losing battle. A call to retreat doesn't help her much either when the rogue finally stops her from wriggling and seems pretty intent on a killing shot, she can't utter out much but between rapdily drawn breathes she manages to call out a faint "haze-"

// interacting with @Hazepaw
and soft grass in the moonlight♡—————————♡penned by WriteAboutRadish
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[Hazewish]

TRAVELER, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED (AND NOW YOU MUST GO) ⋆⁺₊⋆

One moment the weight of the rogue is bearing down on Haze; the next, it's gone, and Pikesplash is dragging them off towards the river with a savage look on his face they have never seen before. They try to get their paws under them — feel a familiar presence, sage and moss replacing the stench of rogue and blood in their nose, before that too is ripped away as Catfish is sent sprawling. Another rogue looms over her like something right out of a nightmare.

Don't touch her, Hazepaw thinks, so fiercely they're surprised it doesn't echo right out of their brain and into the rogue's ears. A yowl years out of their throat as they throw themself at the danger. Heedless of the size difference, their rapidly dwindling chances at a clean escape, nothing in their ears but that choked-off syllable of their name, Haze rakes their claws across the meat of the rogue's shoulder and snaps at their neck, reaching for something vital, anything at all that would get get to let go of Catfish in a flurry of mindless, clumsy protectiveness.

// helping @Catfishpaw

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[LIGHTNINGSTONE]

Lightningstone is one of the first to begin grappling with a scrawny rogue, fur and hisses flying like water droplets after a catch. He is afraid - of course he's afraid! He's afraid for his family, and hazel eyes wildly look around for any glimpse of his kits or brother before his opponent lands a blow against his head. He falls to the ground with a grunt and shakes his head, glancing up only to see the rogue bounding off to aid one of his companions. The warrior clambers to his feet with a wince and scans the battlefield again, finally spotting one of his daughters. "Brookpaw," He whispers, already heading towards her before he spots the cat targeting her, lunging with claws out.

A ferocious snarl rips form him as he barrels forward, sliding in front of his child just in time to catch the attacker off guard. He kicks him away with a warning hiss and steps back to fall in line with Brookpaw, his stance protective and his eyes narrowed with rage. She bumps against him, begs him to run, and he almost snaps back at her a firm no. But he looks around again, sees his clanmates become outnumbered and overpowered, sees them begin to flee. His heart drops, and he knows he cannot keep fighting. "Okay," He finally agrees, turning sharp eyes down to her. "Go, run. I'll follow." He would not leave her behind.

// talking to @brookpaw​

 

[BITEFLOWER]

bio ₊˚✧ ﾟ. tucked away in the nursery he's awoken by the chaos outside, jerking to consciousness. the blurry eyed kitten stumbles out of his nest. his heartbeats uncomfortably in his chest, the caterwauling and sparring stirring something unpleasant in his gut. bitekit keeps his jaws clamped together, he's a broad kitten, but even so, a kitten, so when he is crashed into and nearly squished into by fighting figures he careens away. he should be doing something, he notes, feeling scarily indifferent. where is his dad? dazed by the happenings, bitekit's gaze drifts across bawling cats, he sees the fleeing felines, only moves when another cat comes crashing towards him. it's disturbing, all he's ever known his whole life being scrambled on, seeing the red splattered underfoot. he can't seem to manage to move again, uncharacteristically trembling on too big paws.
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