PAFP Event Camp RiverClan ShadowClan Can't wait 'til they get what they deserve ❖ Med Den Heist!

[Jadethorn]

There's only two types of people in the world

The ones that entertain, and the ones that observe

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- Continued From the Territory Heist - ​

Each carefully placed step that was made towards the center of the humid and wet rainforest brought two silent bodies ever closer to that permeating smell of fish oil. Tracking the patrol's scent back to their home was easier than finding prey amongst the mud and algae that the pocosin held. Maybe having to sift through the smells of that god forsaken land actually helped in making her tracking more successful, finding the important scents out of the unfamiliar air of the other territories that these 'clans' lived in. If they could really call them that. Why were there so many of these groups popping up recently? Originally it had been just the fractures of the colony but now there was a Riverclan, and a Windclan. For all she knew, there'd be another, maybe named after a tree or something. Whatever the reason for their sudden appearance, at the very least, it made for a perfect opportunity to take what they had collected for themselves.

The overwhelming scent of fish layered with multiple individuals was the first sign that they had made it to their target. Tall reeds stood strong against the would be invaders and the light bubbling of a stream around the island made Jadethorn paise in her movements, lip pulling back in a silent snarl as she realized their silence might need to be broken to enter. It was then that her companion whispered on the wind, words dancing against her ear. A distraction. Oh, how she adored Cherryblaze. A certain spice that very well was needed in the mix of lazy and strange clanmates that they had been forced to mingle with in the past few moons. They had always been firey, always willing to do what they wanted without worry for the consequences. Fun and entertainment always seemed to follow the cat whereever they went and the molly always enjoyed taking the time to sit down and gossip with the tortoiseshell whenever she had a chance. Although it wasn't as often as she liked since they had been stuck to the nusery, having to raise and take care of their own little gremlins.

But they were here now and they had suggested something perfect. The silent snarl quickly turned into a smirk at their words, not risking a response (the less words they spoke outloud, the better) but giving them a slow and delibrate nod. Yes. A distraction would give Jadethorn the opportunity to slip under the sleeping cats' radars, able to skulk into their home with ease. The molly made a step forward, pressing her crown against Cherryblaze's own as a sign of companionship and trust, before stepping away. She knew she could rely on them. She only hoped that they got out alive and mostly uninjured so they could enjoy a meal and some gossip when they got back to their mud covered land. With one last glance towards the tortoiseshell, the rosette tabby pulled away from them and circled around to a bush that carried a heavy scent, tucking underneath it to watch and wait for the signal to strike.
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OOC ✧❦✧ Basic Info

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  —— Please wait for @Cherryblaze to post first with their distraction before replying!
  Planned interaction with @Jinglemoon and @Rainpaw in the med den! Please dont find Jade until the signal is given~
  @ItsFern @Frostmoth @Wavesong @Smokewreath
  
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• Jadethorn she/her
  ❖ An Average Sized Black Rosette Tabby with Low White and Green Eyes
  ❖ Warrior of Shadowclan
  ❖ 33 moons; ages on the 8th of every month
  ❖ speech thought attack
  ❖ peaceful + healing powerplay permitted
  
  penned by Taru​

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[Cherryblaze]

Cherryblaze quickened as the smell of fish grew stronger and stronger. Scrunching her nose in disgust at the smell. At least the smell gives their camp away. She thought, wanting to give off a snort of amusement. She hadn't met any of the other clans yet, outside of Thunderclan. She had been confined to the nursery since the war between the colony that broke them into ShadowClan and ThunderClan. But now she would be meeting RiverClan, but in a less friendly way.

Her ears perked as they finally reached the camp. Pulling her tail closer to her body and pinned her ears. "I'll make a distraction." She whispered quietly to Jadethorn with a nod. She knew Jade would know what to do while she was creating the distraction and needed not to say anything more. She wanted to give out a purr as Jadethorn gave her a bonk of affection and encouragement but decided against it as to not be heard before she wanted to make herself known. Silently she wished her friend luck as she watched her slip through the reeds.

As soon as Jadethorn was gone Cherryblaze slipped through the reeds herself. Muscles rippling under her pelt as they trotted into the clearing of RiverClan's camp. Opening her mouth, Cherryblaze let out a challenging yowl, making herself known to anyone who could possibly find her friend before the two could make off with the herbs that they were here for. Lashing her tail she waited for the camp guards to come out and find her.

 

[Smokewreath]

all you have is your

FIRE

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Lichentuft and Hazecloud are on a walk, a brief bit of freedom from the nursery for the pale blue caregiver and that left him with the collection of kits; the scattering of black and blue and the occasional spotting of white among several curled forms - his own older kits forming a ring around the younger ones. His were slated to be apprenticed any day now, if Pikestar would figure out decent mentors for them; he assumed the delay was concern he would smack that tabby if he handed his kits over to anyone less than the best possible mentors they could have. He would be correct, but Smokewreath wasn't going to give him that warning. Had to keep him on his toes after all, otherwise he'd fold in on himself and get caught in a strong wind and tossed away.
His light dozing near the mouth of the woven den was disrupted by a sudden piercing yowl, immediately he didn't recognize the voice and lifted his head, single orange eye snapping in the direction of an unfamiliar chocolate and orange figure standing in the middle of their camp like they owned the place, like they had any right to be here. This was RiverClan's hard-earned haven and to just have a cat so brazenly pad in without even hesitating at the scent markers...it meant they ignored them. It meant their intentions were not good in the slightest. Smokewreath bristled as he stood, towering mass of scarred black fur looming like a shadow in the den entrance and with a brief glance back at the kits he lunged forward instinctively, it was pure impulse then that guided him, no pause to talk or ask questions not when their territory was being threatened, their camp, the KITS - the dark tom's claws gripped the pebble encrusted earth as he raced ahead to throw himself headlong into the intruder with a yowl of his own and raised his claws to tear at whatever vulnerable flesh he could hook them into.

─ & the place you need to reach.

Smoke

— RiverClan Warrior
— He/Him
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
— Solid black tom w/vitiligo and one orange eye.
#ff7d46

 

[Frostmoth]

Frostmoth's ego is bruised from Pikestar commanding him to escort Jinglemoon and Rainpaw back to camp, but he does it without a complaint. He'd heard the fighting break out and escalate in the distance behind them as they reached camp, and had thought so briefly about running back to join his clanmates in the fray. But of course, he doesn't. Keeping Jinglemoon and Rainpaw safe is just as important as fending off the intruders at the river. He can't imagine what could have happened if the medicine cat tried to jump into the fighting and defend his herbs himself. Frostmoth wonders still how his clanmates are fairing, and finds himself surprisingly fraught with worry for them.

There isn't much time to dwell on that feeling though. He barely takes a step into camp before there's an unfamiliar cry ringing out from the center of camp. Frostmoth is frozen for a brief moment, eyes trained on the strange torbie form in camp, but he is broken from his reverie when Smokewreath comes barreling in with a yowl of his own. "Get to your den, quickly!" the deputy glances at Jinglemoon when he gives his command, almost as a check just to be sure that he's still there in this whirlwind.

But he does not wait to see if Jinglemoon heeds his warning. Frostmoth won't be told not to defend his clanmates again. He parts his jaws and lets out a cry of his own, a resounding "INTRUDERS!" to rouse RiverClan's camp, and then bolts straight for the same target as Smokewreath. Frostmoth aims to bite and hold wherever he can, wanting to leverage his fight in their favor as soon as possible.

OH, MY GOD ★ MAKE ME IN YOUR IMAGE

• "SPEECH"
• ★ FROST — he/him, riverclan deputy, 21 moons
  — penned by carat, feel free to ping or dm for plots!
  — longhair black and white bicolor with blue eyes
  — peaceful powerplay ok! all interactions ok!
  
• penned by carat!