PAFP Territory Searching for a Gourmet Prize | Shadow Hunting Patrol?!

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indentGravelpath sneers at Thunderflash. Does he assume they're incapable of a fight? Turning tail to find 'help' while the other do the dirty work is by far the easiest job, but some part of them itches to stay and fight anyways. Maybe they don't trust the others to do what needs to be done. Maybe they just don't like Thunderflash telling them what to do.

indentBefore they can make a choice, their attention is taken by the little pipsqueak that pushes to the front of the group. The runty thing couldn't be more than, what, a few moons old? And already so bold! The sight of it made Gravelpath laugh.
"What is this, then? Sable really has sent his best." Gravelpath flicks Fealkit on the chin with the tip of their tail, taunting. "Maybe 'Ghunder' is right, I should go back and tell the other about this. I'm sure Juniperstar will be thrilled to know her dearly beloved is making measly kittens fight his battles." They look back at Thunderflash, for only a moment. "But maybe this show is too entertaining to miss. I can't wait to see what you'll do next."

 

Heavy was the head that wore the crown. Within the camp, one authority stood above them all, his voice merely a pedestal for what Juniperstar wanted. But, out in the forest, the beautiful, dangerous forest, the lines were blurred. Be it a sneaky messenger or good luck from StarClan, the next best thing to a leader discovering what was happening near the Thunderpath. Brightpetal burst through the brambles and evergreen bushes, seldom stopping to shake off the debris as wide eyes settled upon the two groups hissing at each other with raised hackles. He didn't know what had been said, nor did he know the cause, all he knew was that Sable's followers were trespassing - boldly trespassing. Instinct spoke before common sense and the marbled tabby soon found himself standing in the ever-shortening gap between his clan and the shadowed cats. "Woah woah woah woah hey. Hey, enough! Let's keep things peaceful, alright?" He shouted into empty air, unsure if he was trying to convince his clan or the enemy.

The latter word felt wrong within his mind, for these had been cats he'd grown up with and around, cats that, had the forest been any different, he may have still called friends. Some may have been truly evil, but some were just misguided, hiding from StarClan's light not knowing the joy it could bring. As yellow eyes scoured, they settled upon Fleakit and flinched - some of them weren't even old enough to know right from wrong. He shook his head to try and shake the feeling of being perturbed, turning his back to his clanmates to address the intruders. "Hello.... Some of you probably know me as Bright, but it's now Brightpetal, Deputy of ThunderClan." He smiled towards them, but the smile did not quite reach his eyes. His heart pound against its bony cage, the cats he stared at would not respect his authority (and perhaps neither did the ones behind him), but at that moment, he felt like the only thing that stopped them from attacking his clanmates. Such an awful weight... was this what Juniperstar had to deal with everyday?

It didn't feel like enough, he didn't feel like enough, not when faced with twenty cats that wanted nothing more than to kill each other. Though Sable's followers were young, there were also more of them, and Brightpetal's bushy tail lashed at the thought of what might happen if he could not control the tension. He realised who he would have to speak to in order to come to a bloodless solution and StarClan, did he hate it. The very idea almost seemed like a fallacy, for how could one so treacherous also be the solution that ThunderClan needed? "You sort of are on our land at the moment, with kittens at that. One might think you're almost looking to move territory! But... if that's the case... where is your leader? I think me and Sable need to have a little chat about this, one of you will bring him here, won't you?"

 
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"You idiots." Wolfpack laughed cruelly as his gaze shifted from one Thunderclanner to the next. "You think this is a war-party? Try a lunch date.." They stood there sneering as if this was Shadowclans attempt at a takeover or attack, as if this was the worst they would meet of the clan that tried to exterminate them. Fools. Wolf had been right to write them off as lost causes.

Thunderclan hadn't even been a blip on the radar of potential threats. when they'd decided to cross the Thunderpath to hunt.

They still weren't.

"Half expected you all to be starved-out corpses sitting in the old camp by now. Guess Hawthorne having his throat torn out finally got your asses into gear.'"

Too bad it didn't change anything. Thunderclan was still filled with weak-willed fools who weren't worth the space they took up.

That Thunder cat was present, the one whose bleeding heart rubbed Wolf in all the wrong ways, and he couldn't help but curl his lip and sneer in their direction. "You don't shut up, do you? Not sure how your clanmates stand it."

And he was tempted. Felt his claws flex and bite at the earth underfoot, far firmer than the mud of Shadowclans new territory. He could take the loudmouth down a peg. Show him what happened to cats that didn't have enough bark to back of their bite.

Teach a dog what happened when it went yapping at a wolf.

But he wasn't the only one keen on rambling.

Brightpetal. The title of Deputy caught the mottled brutes attention, mismatched eyes drifting to them instead. A second in command. His teeth itched to grab their throat, to show every cat here which of them would be left standing at the end. "Aside from their leader, your their best? That's cute. "

Wolfs tail twitched behind him, not a mark of his agitation, but instead, excitement. "Instead of bothering Sable, why don't you fight me for hunting rights to this stretch? Deputy? Save your clanmates some hurt." he goaded, eyes narrowing on the other tom.


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Brightpetal had fought for ThunderClan once, the scar upon his belly evidence of a scuffle that still turned his blood to ice at the memories of it. But, upon his invisible podium there existed more danger than ever, the laughs and words of Sable's followers sounding like the growls of hungry wolves. The red tom's nose wrinkled, his yellow eyes widening. He thought it only Sable that had a taste for killing authority but before him stood another cat that seemed just as eager to sink his teeth into him. His smile stuttered, as his attention fell onto Wolfpack. That's cute, the other said, voice practically dripping with a venom that Bright may have only reserved for the worst of cats.

He didn't think himself the worst, but in that moment, he perhaps thought himself vastly underprepared to deal with their neighbours. Had it been too wrong of him to hope that things would be peaceful just a little longer? That StarClan would've somehow blessed them too, made them change their ways? He didn't know, he didn't think it was wrong to believe anything, but what sort of cat was he if he didn't back up his beliefs?

The chimera challenged him, tail lashing like a young cat preparing to pounce. Brightpetal squared his paws slightly as if preparing to catch the other if he dared leap. Flattened fur and gentle expressions did little to hide Bright's height, perhaps that made him more of a challenge to the other, for his next words caused the Deputy to blink incredulously. 'Must everything be violence and murder with you?' He shook his head. "No thank you." He had promised Juniperstar he would be the second-best Deputy ever. Being the second-best Deputy meant not dying. Perhaps to some, it would be betrayal that he would not fight for them one-on-one, but to him, it would be an even bigger betrayal to become another victim in the long line of those taken by the colony's dissenters.

"You have no honour, if I won a fair fight, you'd claim it was foxdung and order me dead anyways, right?" Should he kill Wolfpack, then the others would not live it down, they would attack regardless and Brightpetal would be left with the knowledge that he was no better than a murderer. He couldn't do it. Every panicked hypothetical guided him towards one without conflict and, embodying the stubbornness of grey clouds, he could not see himself clearing for any other way.

 
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Magnoliapeak falls in line. She looks at Brightpetal as the even-keeled deputy tries to reason with the unreasonable. Wolf digs his heels in further, and the dilute tortoiseshell touches her tail to Brightpetal's side as if to assure the tomcat that she is here to stand with him. Tensions are growing between the patrols, but Magnoliapeak has resolved that she will not make the first blow (should it come to that). What would Bracken think if he were looking down now...? To see his daughter stirred and pushed to attack by insults from dissenters. The idea makes a chill go up her spine.

Still, she finds that she cannot remain silent. "Oh, fuck off Wolf. Do you have anything meaningful to say or are you just going to keep begging for our land to hunt on?" Magnoliapeak rolls her eyes "Don't make Brightpetal add another scar to your already ugly maw. Go get Sable or take your kitten parade and go home." Surely Sealpaw is not the only reasonable cat here, but Magnoliapeak fears that this meeting between groups will end in bloodshed somehow. Not even Thunderflash seems to be hankering for a fight.

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What… What was Sealpaw doing?!

Pepperpaw's eyes widened in shock as she watched the young apprentice dart over to Thunder, the wrong side, and drop their very first piece of prey, offering it up like some kind of peace token. To them. To ThunderClan. Her fur bristled instantly. What in the name of the stars did Sealpaw think she was doing, handing over their hard-earned prey to those rats? She surged forward, ready to snatch Sealpaw back before she could make an even bigger fool of herself, only to freeze at the sound of another voice. A voice she knew all too well.

Oh no.

Oh, no, it could not be.

But as her light green eyes flicked behind her, there was no denying it. Fleakit. Loud-mouthed, reckless, impossible Fleakit, shoving her way into yet another mess. Did no one keep a damn rein on this kid?! But whatever. Fine. If ThunderClan wanted fire, she would gladly give them fire.

Her gaze snapped to Magnoliapeak, eyes burning as she lashed her tail. " Watch who you're calling cowards, pretty face. " The words came sharp, dripping with venom. She bared her teeth slightly, muscles tensing with the itch to sink her claws into that smug face. Not a kit. Not her. Sure, Sealpaw and Fleakit might still be young, but she wasn't. And did she seriously just--

Did Magnoliapeak seriously just say they were better off as roadkill?

Pepperpaw scoffed, stepping forward, voice low and mocking. " How charming. You're really showing off your brightest colours. Your parents must be so proud of you. " She tilted her head, tone curling with challenge. " Do you only have bark, or is there some bite too? " Then Thunder spoke, and her fiery eyes snapped to him, already ready with a retort, but before she could spit it out, Brightpetal arrived. Deputy. Deputy of ThunderClan. Pepperpaw scoffed again, shaking her head. " This land doesn't belong to you. We can hunt wherever we damn well please. " The words came cool and simple, edged with disdain.

Wolfpack's voice rang in agreement, lunch, not a war party. They had come to hunt, not ambush, not fight. But of course ThunderClan had to turn it into some kind of accusation. Pathetic. Rolling her eyes, Pepperpaw turned her full attention back to Magnoliapeak. That cat was irking her in all the wrong ways. They wanted to act like they were better? Like they were the strong ones now? ThunderClan was just as bad as the rest, pretending to be high and mighty.

Pathetic.

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  • PEPPERPAW she/her, ShadowClan, eight moons.
    a sh black rusting cat with lightgreen eyes
    mentored by who / mentoring no one
    whichever relations / want listed
    peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
    penned by lion ↛ lionheartedphoenix on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
 
Mirepurr does not revel in their gut instinct being right. Akin to moths to a flame, their previous friends reveal themselves from behind the undergrowth and the trees, teeth already drawn. Previous friends; as much as Mirepurr would like to put the past behind them, it is evident that the bloody separation is not going to be forgotten anytime soon. They all wear it like a second skin.

"Oh no,"
is all Mirepurr says, to no one in particular. Most of ShadowClan appears eager to meet fire with fire, throwing back insults and raising hackles in response, so they doubt anyone shares their hesitance and fear. Familiar faces... with unfamiliar intentions.

This cannot end in a fight. There are too many youngsters for that.

Little Sealpaw is proof of that. Mirepurr's heart beats a frantic rhythm as she offers a sort of peace offering — although she probably just thinks of it as a friendly gesture. They want nothing more than to compliment her, both for her skill and her desire to mend what has been broken between the two groups, but their maw is sealed shut. Fleakit is quick to turn the idea down... at least Thunderflash does not immediately scar Sealpaw for her kindness. That has to count for something, right?

Bright- Brightpetal utters Sablestar's name, and Mirestar pipes up in hope. Yes... he would know what to say, what to do. At the very least, it would certainly alleviate the pressure of making a decision off all their shoulders.
"I can..."
they start, but Wolfpack cuts in too fast and with too much vigor. Him and Brightpetal butt heads and it only serves to make Mirepurr into more of a wreck, if that is even possible at this point.

Still, her idea sticks in their mind. Just get Sablestar and this would be fixed — nevermind the fact that the last time he put his foot down, it ended in death. History cannot repeat twice in such quick succession.

And so, without giving anyone the chance to stop them, Mirepurr disappears into the shadows and heads home, paws carrying them fast.

Out temporarily!

 
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It looked like Mirepurr had been right to leave in a hurry after all with the way things were gearing up. Every new detail coming from the cat's mouth had been met with a variety of angered grumbling or dissatisfied scoffs- who in their right mind would go behind his back and pick a fight? These fools he called his warriors, he supposed. Each and every one of them had done a disservice to the authority they claimed to respect him for with this sneaking off. What if the Thunderpath proved more deadly than it was worth? What if the kit they brought didn't make it home to the Caretakers that fed and sheltered her?

"I smell squirrel." He commented suspiciously to Mirepurr as they came closer to the event- Smogmaw was on the trail, too, but this went unsaid. Lest the tabby fess up once he rounded everyone home, he might just be rewarded for getting his tail out of there before it hit the clouds.

When they do arrive he can pick out Brightpetal from the crowd. ThunderClan's deputy, as his escort had put. A title Fleecefur had told him of, too, and judging by the looks of things Brightpetal was far out of his element with this many angry cats in his face. Sablestar sighed as he trotted across the Thunderpath with a sickened flick of his paw once on the other side. "I was told of a problem here?" Sablestar looked between the ThunderClanners with little interest- they were clearly outnumbered here, and maybe that was the single blessing to Jadethorn's rallying that he could let go the thought of smacking her paws with rocks all night until she learned to keep them to herself.

"This seems like a rather... simple maneuver, deputy of ThunderClan." The tuxedo sat onto the dried grass, scanning around the little patch they might have secured for themselves. If Smogmaw had caught a squirrel so easily, maybe this would get the Clan to stop reeling over the frogs. "I'm not sure what your leaders shared, but I'm privy to some vital information, for both our Clans. You see, ShadowClan has been given just as much of a right to live as yours, and Juniperstar and I made an agreement to keep the amount of blood spillage and such at a... reasonably low amount." He motioned for Fleakit to come forward with a harsh lash of his tail.

"My Clan's just a bit more passionate about keeping our young fed, is all. I think this little patch won't be missed by ThunderClan, and, well, we've seen what hungers drawn some to do before." The smile on the toms maw is uncomfortably calm, and it quickly fizzled the moment he finished his proposition. It didn't appear he would allow much room for more negotiation.

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The ones that entertain, and the ones that observe

Spotted ears flick backwards, picking up on the sounds of support that her group seemed to voice, from the venom that dripped from Wolfpack's maw to the annoyance dotting the younger Pepperpaw's words. And then there was another, more high pitched tone coming up behind her, spitting curses and insults like it was her job. A green eye flickered sideways, towards the telltale folded ears and cinnamon fur of the ever rambunctious Fleakit. Her muzzle cracked near the corner, the smallest hint of smirk at the kit's fiery nature before it was doused by the next young one to step up to the patrol.

The little spotted airhead, as Fleakit so eloquently put it, had the audacity to offer her fairly caught mouse to the enemy. That smirk didn't make it back onto her muzzle, even with the rambunctious kit spewing vitriol at any who opposed them. Instead, her lips pulled back in a sneer, a rumbling coming from the back of her throat as she hissed out loud. "Are you FUCKING FLEABRAINED?!" Her fur was bristling and her gaze flickered to Fleakit at using her namesake as an insult, but no. It wasn't directed at her, it was directed at the little blue spotted rat that seemed to think this was some kind of fun and games between neighbors.

A paw was brought down in front of the mouse and youngster as she moved to kick the prey back into her own paws. "Not even Fleakit is as dumb as her namesake!! Giving a perfectly good meal... to them!" The molly was practically dripping in venom at the youngster before a paw came up and flicked aggressively against Sealpaw's head, the closest thing to a smack she could do. Oh, she wanted to put more weight into it, but knew it would cause trouble for herself from her own clanmates. Still, she made sure it was enough to sting, to scare her into stepping back. "Go back to camp! And bring your mouse before it's wasted on roadkill." Toxic green eyes went to Magnolia then, a shot back at them that she herself had sent their way.

During her outburst, it seemed that the baby eyed tabby had backed off, giving them a chance to leave before another body joined the three. And this one... this one seemed to carry himself with authority. Her fur bristled at the new arrival, still on edge from the fire that was lit under her from the way Sealpaw had acted. Jadethorn barely caught the sight of Smogmaw with a successful catch passing by, the fat squirrel bringing that smirk back. 'At least someone understood the reason we came out this far.' Her gaze glared at Sealpaw before she nodded towards the leaving tabby, giving her a chance to gather her piece of prey before following.

As she raised herself back to her full height, the rush in her ears faded enough for her to hear the new cat's declaration. Deputy. A second in command. Of Thunderclan. Jadethorn couldn't stop the laughter, starting lowly in the back of her mouth before it echoed in a cacophony of mirth. "Thunderclan. What kind of fucking name is that? What are you, gonna growl us to death?" The laughter continued, legs buckling slightly before she huffed in a breath and regained control of herself. During that, she heard Wolfpack put out his own challenge and Jade was excited to possibly see the tom fight....if it wasnt for the deputy denying such a fate."HA, you're Deputy doesnt even have the guts to defend your so called territory. I guess that proves it guys! This strerch of land should belong to Shadowclan."

Jadethorn squared her shoulders and held her tail high, like a banner to declare her words. 'Yea, thats right. Youre not the only ones with a group name.' Toxic eyes stared against the patrol of four, before a smirk came against her maw. She didn't care what the other's around this Deputy spewed. Their superior had already voiced his opinion of not defending their land when given the chance. "Come on, everyone. Let's continue our hunt. These Lightningclanners dont have the guts to stop us, anyhow." With that, she turned on her paw to start a half circle around the patrol, so she could go deeper into the land so she could find a catch for herself. But that was when an all to familiar voice sounded out behind her.

"I was told of a problem here?"

Fur subconsciously bristled as her breath hitched in her throat for barely a second before she gulped it down and forced the strands to lay flat. 'Shit, how'd he know we were here?' Green gaze flickered across her patrol, noticing a distinct lack of chocolate fur that had been basically complaining the entire time. Fire flared in her chest as she realized who the culprit was. 'Mire...that little traitor...' Jadethorn looked towards her leader, moving to straighten herself after having a near panic at his arrival.

"Sablestar." It was curt and respectful, lacking the venom that she had been oozing at the other patrol. She was ready to receive a punishment, knowing full well that the traitor, in her eyes, had to have mentioned that she was the one behind this mess. But something she didn't expect happen. Despite not wanting more bloodshed – which she thought was ridiculous, it was the only way to get these dungeaters to respect them – he actually sided with her thoughts. That this land should belong to them.

The slight fear of retribution ebbed and a smirk was once again sent towards the Thunderclan patrol. "Well, would you look at that, even my Leader agrees that this land should be our own hunting grounds. Now... if you could get out of the way, we shall continue to find food for our camp." 'Mainly for myself.' she left that part unsaid as she lifted a paw and waved it in a shooing motion at the Thunderclanners, that sly smirk never leaving, like a sibling who won the argument because of a parent stepping in.
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    An Average Sized Black Rosette Tabby with Low White and Green Eyes
    ❖ Warrior of Shadowclan
    ❖ 29 moons; ages on the 8th of every month
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Anger flared, then nestled somewhere next to his heart at Gravelpath's words. Bitter thoughts turned only briefly towards his clanmate, but he should have known better, given the way he knew the other was. Ears flattened against his skull, but he didn't lift his lips to flash his fangs towards his own clanmates. No, he was better then that. Brightpetal arrived, irritated as Thunderflash might be, but his words land better. Well, he thinks they will-

Wolf or whatever the hell his name was speaks with a decisiveness that makes Thunderflash finally pull his lips back, snarling. Thornstar, Hawthorne. A cruel, unrighteous death. Murder. "I'm sorry. I don't think Sable's fangs killing Thornstar was really fair, was it?" He snaps towards Wolf, taking another step forward. Magnoliapeak is quick to snap back at the other as well- perhaps less inflaming words then his own- but Jadefeather does something that brings Thunderflash closer to his breaking point. She berates, scolds, smacks Sealpaw, and it takes ever fiber in his being to not break the trust the others have in him, to not start a war. "Get your paws off o' her, mangey rat." He growls at Jadefeather.

Eyes stray towards Sealpaw, who's likely scooted away by now, apologetically frowning at her, before looking towards who steps out of the shadows. Pepperpaw is ignored, Thunderflash's eyes staring at the cat himself. The only who tore Serpentberry away from her mate. The one who made her kits fatherless. The one who ended Fray's bloodline. He smiles with fangs dotted in blood, seems at ease, takes the brown kit in front of him. A shield. "Coward." He speaks, the grating noise in his throat the only warning before he's stepping forward. Rage has taken him over. The boiling lid, which was dancing on the edge of the pot, is moments from blowing off. "You aren't a leader. You're a foxheart. Hiding behind a kit. Killing Thornstar at night." His lips are pulled back, the cruel visage of a dog about to bite.

He's no wolf. He doesn't care for pack maneuvers, right now. No, he's the dog back into a corner of a pit, hundreds of eyes gleaming at him, fangs bared at anything that gets too close. Jadefeather's words are lost- if any of this clanmates urge him back away, he can't hear them. His heart is thundering in his ears, body itching for blood. Take it. Something cruel whispers to him. He deserves it. Another coos, and that's all he needs to hear, the lid on the pot gone.

"Y' murderer!" He rages, running forward for a brief moment, then leaping at Sablestar, claws and fangs outstretched for that white throat. Nothing is keeping him between that traitorous bastard, not a kit, not Shadowclan, not Jadefeather, not Brightpetal. Hell, even Ghoststrke himself couldn't keep him from the revenge he can almost taste. He's so close, his heart and mind sing with the satisfaction he's about to feel.

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  • THUNDERFLASH he/him, thunderclanner, twenty one moons.
    a sh/lh chocolate tabby with low white and stunning baby blue eyes. stands of average height with a 'mohawk' and spiky-shaped mane.
    mentored by who / mentoring no one
    whichever relations / want listed
    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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Offering her first ever catch to her friend that she hadn't seen in so long did not elicit the response Sealpaw hoped or expected. Why did Thunder look so...sad? A faint purr rose in her throat, half trying to soothe her anxiety and half basking in the praise from the tom before her before he gently nudged her back towards Jadethorn and the others. ...What did he mean by 'watch your back'? She was perfectly safe? This hunting patrol was rather large and even back at camp Marbleshine had taken her in almost like a mother, so there was nothing to worry about, right?

She was broken from her thoughts by Fleakit-why was she here, wasn't she supposed to be back at camp- yelling first at Thunder then turning that vitriol towards her and the tabby apprentice couldn't help the way she shrunk in on herself.

"I just thought... I don't want us to fight again..." She had just been trying to break the tension between her friends. Why was that so bad? Why did they have to fight? Hadn't they all lost enough since Fourtrees? Marbleshine would have tried to do the same, wouldn't she? She looked away, blue eyes searching for anyone to look at but Fleakit before settling on first Gravelpath, then back to Wolfpack, and finally Jadethorn. She gives an uncertain smile at her two clanmates though it's quickly wiped off at the look on the molly's face.

'Are you FUCKING FLEABRAINED?!'

If it was possible for Sealpaw to sink into the very ground beneath her paws she would have done so the moment Jadethorn opened her maw. Instead she flattened herself against the ground, confused and bewildered by the response. "I was just-" She flinched at the hit that made her eyes water, her arguing was cut off by her own surprised yelp and she pressed herself against the earth impossibly further with paws that felt rooted to the spot.

'Don't cry. Don't cry in front of everyone then they'll be worried and no one needs that right now and-' Sealpaw's breath hitched as she struggled to get her breathing to normal. Don't cry.

Everything is static in her ears until the voice of Sablestar cuts through it all and she finally seems to find her composure if only for a moment to pick up the mouse and scurry to her leader's side to hide from Jadethorn with the tom acting as a shield between them. No sooner had she done so than Thunderflash leapt for Sablestar with claws outstretched and reaching for her leader's throat.

The scream that tore itself from her maw was almost painful, panic laced in every syllable as Sealpaw scrambled to get out of the line of fire. "THUNDER DON'T..!"

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    — Shadowclan Apprentice
    — She/They
    "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
    — Grey, Rosetted Tabby With Blue Eyes And A Bobbed Tail.
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indentGravelpath moves quickly to cut Seal off, standing between her and the rest of her little gang. If i want to put some sense into her, I'll need to do it while Thunderflash is busy with Sable. It meant tearing their gaze from that fascinating little kit, but Gravelpath needed to take their chances when they appeared. No more waiting for things to sort themselves out. "Now look what you've started. That bleeding heart won't get you anywhere good, you know." Their front claws unsheathe - a clear threat to Seal, invisible to everyone else. They speak in a low, cool-tones voice, laced with false sweetness. "It's time to leave your kittish ideas behind you. If you keep going on as if the whole world is a big happy family, it'll cause nothing but pain for the rest of us.

indentThese sorts of goody-two-paws really make Gravelpath sick. Inviting whoever wandered through to share in their territory, their nests, their precious prey. Their naive worldview is exactly the sort of thing that made the colony grow far beyond it's means - bloated so much that it couldn't help but collapse in on itself. If Thunderclan wanted to survive, it needed to set some clear boundaries - no more handouts or charity cases. Juniperstar and her cuddle-puddle of soft and fuzzy souls would never have the guts to truly push away outsiders, so it fell to Gravelpath to do the hard work, once again.
"Why don't you run along home, and come back when you're ready for a real fight."

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For once they were all on the same page—minus lame ass Sealpaw. Wolfpack and Pepperpaw who she usually wished would catch a brick to the face, were on her side. The biggest enemy wasn't Fleakit herself, but these Thunderclan rats who thought they had some kind of righteous claim on the place.

She stayed close to Jade, tail lashing like a banner of war. "Honor my ass!" She hissed as the orange tom—calling himself their 'deputy'—stuck his nose up at Wolfpack's challenge. "Just admit you're scared, frog belly!" The fire raged beneath her pelt, sweeping and wild. She shredded the peat beneath her paws in frustration.

The insult that flew from Jadethorn's mouth didn't mean much to Fleakit. Ma called her Flea, and she demanded to keep that name even when she got dumped in Shadowclan. She wasn't ashamed of it, nor did it seem to bother her when Jade goaded them with it.

So, she watched the showdown unfold. And when Jadethorn clocked Sealpaw in the face, a nasty smirk crawled onto her face. She would've put more muscle into it if she were Jade, but at least someone was teaching that airhead a lesson. Fleakit didn't miss the chance to kick the apprentice when she was down. "Crawl back to the nursery, way you act, you shoulda been sleepin' in there, stead of me." And to think Sealpaw was older than her.

There was no place for softness. She used to be like that once too. But that version of her was dead. The gutters had hardened her—dark and cold. Always thin with a hunger that carved her inside and out. Far fewer kindnesses were ever spared for her, so why did Sealpaw think there would be any left over?

But then came a voice that didn't belong there. Sablestar?

What the fuck is he doing here?

If it wasn't the biggest killjoy to ever exist. Now the fun was over and he was gonna drag them back by their ears.

Fleakit was surprised when he beckoned her over. Fleakit grumbled under her breath and forced her reluctant legs to move. She was not happy about it. A heavy scowl settled on her face. The brown solid braced herself, fully expecting him to smack her again—she was ready to at least take a chunk out of him this time if he did no matter the consequences. But he didn't. There was a chill in the air and it wasn't the wind.

Fleakit glanced up at Stablestar and then glowered back at the Thunderclanners. A growl rose in her throat, small and scrappy. She turned her attention on the brown tom who still ran his big mouth. He talked about stuff she didn't know about—that Sablestar had killed some cat.

Whatever went down with them before, Sablestar obviously hadn't delivered a clear message.

But even with Sablestar trying to hold the standoff, the whole thing dissolved into chaos anyway. The brown tom charged, leaping over her head at Sablestar as if she wasn't even there. Fleakit scrambled backward, but then puffed up, homing in on one of his legs.

But her attention was torn, caught on the torbie that slipped past her, cornering Sealpaw. Honestly, Fleakit didn't give a shit about that sniveling traitor. Served her right if she got her faced chewed off by the cats she betrayed them for. But Fleakit hadn't forgotten how much shit they'd been spewing

They were still running their mouth.

Sealpaw was being useless again. Someone had to show them. These cats thought they could look down on them. Fleakit wouldn't let it slide. She was gonna show them all. Starting with that mouthy-ass warrior.

Fleakit darted under Thunderflash and raced toward Gravelpath—fur raised—eyes wild. She seized her chance while the warrior's back was turned, wrapping around one of their legs, digging her claws in deep, sinking her thorny teeth into a heel.


  • ooc —— I'm so sorry Sealpaw. She's so mean : (
  • fleakit-anger.png
    I extend my hand like a mob boss and allow you to kiss my ring but when you lean closer you see its one of those glow-in-the-dark spider rings you win at arcades [MUNCH] you disrespec me - and eat my spooky spida ring! which cost me 50 tickets at funtime arcade and pizzeria. VINNY! Hit her with da sticky hand!​
  • FLEAKIT / FLEAPAW / FLEABITE
    - she/her
    - kit
    - 5 moons
    - speech thought
    - some physical powerplay permitted

    penned by user
 
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indent Gravelpath yowls with indignant rage when the little brown brat latched onto their leg. They turn behind themself to grab the little bug firmly by the scruff, pulling her away from their leg. Fleakit is ferocious, but she's also small, and weak. The stronger warrior is able to pull them away, although they get some scratches for their efforts. Gravelpath does not throw the kitten to the ground, but they do... toss her, less than softly, onto the forest floor.
"How dare you!" Gravelpath was being so generous, letting the spotted one get away with just a warning, when this hellion forced their paw into taking more direct measures. Before Fleakit can recover, Gravelpath is standing over her, pinning her to the ground with a paw on her chest.

indent"Stay still, brat! This is no place for kittens to come out and play!" Taking a deep breath, they coach their face into one of quiet irritation instead of burning rage. There's no need to get your tail in a twist... The kitten was annoying, but she was immobile now, held under Gravelpath's black paw. All they had to do now was stand here and do kitsitting while the others got torn up in Thunderflash's squabble. "Calm down, will you? Wriggling about isn't going to make me let you go. " they hiss, in a faux-calm demeanor. If the other get on their hide for 'attacking kits' over this Gravelpath swears they'll... no, no. Deep breaths. They're just keeping her out of the fight, see? No harm done - in fact, she's doing the brat a favor. If she could, she'd probably jump into the fray and get herself killed. Maybe getting pinned like this will teach her a lesson about fighting worthless battles.

 
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With hardly any effort, the brown kit was plucked off like a tick. Fleakit hit the ground with a familiar plop—no matter how many times she fell, she always sprung back up, and this was no exception. But she wasn't even given a chance. A feral snarl tore from her filthy jaws as the warrior's paw squished her into the dirt. The pressure didn't hurt, but frustration boiled beneath her pelt. She struggled under the weight, her claws scrabbling futilely against the forest floor. Her tail flicked, teeth bared in defiance, fury blazing in her eyes. "Raaaa! Fight me! Fight me! Shithead! Rat!" All she lacked had not deterred her before—not even now.

Being restrained did nothing to smother her instinct to fight back nor her raw ferocity. She tore at the dirt, flailing as best as she could under the weight. "Imma kill you dead!" Fleakit seethed, spitting fire with every word.

Why did she have to be so small? If she were bigger, she'd have had them dead by now.

The memory of Mothbite recoiling from her fury is still fresh in her mind—but so are the other times... Sablestar striking her, Coalstrike flinging her aside, Pepperpaw yanking her off Mothbite, Wolfpack snarling in her face, being thrown like trash more times than she cared to count. She hated it—hated her worthless body. She wanted to make them hurt, to make them fear her like they should.

A flicker of helplessness crept in, small, familiar, but she shoved it out just as quick, replacing it with an rekindled anger. She wouldn't hear it. She wanted to fight. One day she was gonna be strong like her Pa. She'd grow real big and take out anyone who treated her like dirt. Then for good measure, she'd burn these damn trees they loved so much to the ground.

"Let me go! I'll rip your stupid head off and wear your skull! " Her breath comes in shallow spurts between her snarling and puffing. She was beginning to feel sore, breath turning ragged the longer that she struggled.


  • ooc —— my last post before flea gets snatched and dragged back to shc kicking and screaming
  • fleakit-anger.png
    I extend my hand like a mob boss and allow you to kiss my ring but when you lean closer you see its one of those glow-in-the-dark spider rings you win at arcades [MUNCH] you disrespec me - and eat my spooky spida ring! which cost me 50 tickets at funtime arcade and pizzeria. VINNY! Hit her with da sticky hand!​
  • FLEAKIT / FLEAPAW / FLEABITE
    - she/her
    - kit
    - 5 moons
    - speech thought
    - some physical powerplay permitted

    penned by user
 
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There's only two types of people in the world

The ones that entertain, and the ones that observe

The arrival of her leader seemed to cause a shift in the air. The tension that had been bubbling against it's restrictions, barely held inside its container by a shaking, clattering lid, finally seemed to boil over. The brown tabby of Thunderclan's namesake was already seething at how her patrol dismissed their rather sad attempt at protecting their land, when Sablestar had appeared. Now, that same brown tabby was bristling with venom. There was something that immediately changed in his demeanor upon seeing the bicolor leader, and, while Jade was having a good laugh at how pathetic they all were, an all-to-thin thread, frayed to a single string keeping it together, seemed to finally snap.

All at once, bodies were moving, cries were heard, and claws unsheathed, ready to rip and tear into whatever they got ahold of. The tom surged forward with a war cry that carried an accusation in its wake, moving with determination towards the bicolor that had just arrived. The smirk Jadethorn wore grew as her gaze followed his line of movement. Oh, this was about to be a good show. Finally, she'd be able to see the great Sablestar in action after her had been granted his new powers. And she had the best spot in the forest to see it all go down. Until... out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a bundle of cinnamon colored fur right in the way of the line she traced...

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She didn't know what happened. One moment she was laughing her tail off at the pathetic excuse for Thunderclanners, and the next, her claws were unsheathed, digging into brown striped fur. It felt like she had practically teleported, her brain not even processing the movement that happened without her word. Without her conscious decision. Jadethorn had slammed hard against the outraged tom, with barely enough time that his initial attack missed by mear centimeters. She felt tabby fur brush against black and white as her own momentum shifted Thunder's enough to send them barreling past the leader in a tangled mess of teeth and claws.

The smaller sized molly tumbled with the larger tom, claws gripping into his fur and tucking her head against his side so she wouldn't take a harsh hit once they hit the cold hard earth. Then, as soon as they did, her paws scrambled, pushing against his body to kick him away from her, to make sure she wasn't stuck under his heavier weight, where he could tear out her throat and belly. All the while, she was cursing herself in her mind.'What the FUCK was that? Why would I jump to save him?!'

The high pitched cry, cursing and spitting vitriol at her current attacker, pulled her from her thoughts and, again, she was distracted, green gaze called towards what was happening to the little devil of a kit that had tagged along. That same feeling pulled at her chest, a rage she had never felt before, at seeing the tortoiseshell press the scrappy one under unsheathed claws. "OFF THE RUNT, ROADKILL!" Her words were loud, covering the hiss as she moved to get paws under her and head towards Gravelpath, leaving herself open to the one she had tumbled to the forest floor with...
  • ooc
    —— Intercepting @THUNDERFLASH from attacking Sable! Is then distracted by yelling at @GravelPath to let @Fleakit go
    Planned Interact mwah <3
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  • Jade she/her
    An Average Sized Black Rosette Tabby with Low White and Green Eyes
    ❖ Warrior of Shadowclan
    ❖ 29 moons; ages on the 8th of every month
    speech thought attack
    ❖ peaceful + healing powerplay permitted
    penned by Taru
 
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Oh no. Gravelpath had immediately cut Sealpaw off from everyone and it dawned on her just how much larger they were compared to her. How much bigger and stronger everyone here was compared to her, well, except Fleakit. But even Fleakit was braver than she was, wasn't she? Why'd she have to be such a coward? All this really couldn't be her fault- Eyes darted down to the torbie's unsheathed claws, and a small whimper left her.

Sealpaw didn't know how to fight, not really. Aside from the occasional play-fighting with the other kits back when they were all a colony she'd never really bothered to learn. Or even had the need to, really. The colony had been safe. There had been plenty of adults around to protect her and the other kits but it had all come to a sudden, violent end in her eyes that still no one had really explained why to her.

"I-I didn't-" The shakiness in her voice made the tabby stop. Attempt to take a breath to steady herself. Be brave. For once. Please. "I didn't do anything wrong..."

The words had barely left her mouth when Fleakit launched herself at Gravelpath in a short-lived attempt to assist her and Sealpaw moved without thinking, leaping forward to slam into the larger cat with as much force as she could muster in an attempt to throw them off of her clanmate. "LEAVE HER ALONE!" This could get ugly quickly with cats like Wolfpack involved and even if she was a coward for it she was NOT going to let the younger kit get hurt- or worse- if she could help it. Jadethorn was baring down on the three of them now and Sealpaw took the opportunity to nose Fleakit upright first before grabbing the younger cat by the scruff.

"Come on, we're running..!" She did not look back even once as she began to sprint back to camp with her precious cargo in tow.

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  • ooc: Seal and Flea are OUTTA THERE
  • Sealpaw
    — Shadowclan Apprentice
    — She/They
    "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
    — Grey, Rosetted Tabby With Blue Eyes And A Bobbed Tail.
    #4c66bf
 
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Chaos erupted above her head, the sounds of the battle filling the air. Suddenly, the weight of the warrior pinning her down increased tenfold and then lifted altogether. Fleakit let out a breathless squeak, her body throbbing in protest as she was flattened.

She scrambled in the grass, desperately clawing at the earth to get up, but before she could even manage to get one paw beneath her, another set of jaws grasped her by the scruff.

This was just bullshit.

"H-hey!" She panted, still reeling from being smushed. "Put me—" She couldn't even finish her words. The forest was flickering, and she had to take a second to catch her breath—ribs aching with every inhalation. Despite the spinning, she struggled with what fight was left in her. Weakly slapping Sealpaw in the face with her paws.

"Let me fight!" Everything was so goddamn frustrating! The burning in her chest—being passed around like a doll. The disappointment swelled as she was taken farther and farther away from the action. "Noooo!" She yowled, filled with desperation. This wasn't how it was supposed to go! Ah! Just wait til they got to camp. She was gonna give Sealpaw a piece of her damn mind and a taste of her claws too. If they thought getting smacked by Jade was bad…

- Exit Fleakit -

  • ooc —— fleakit is being kidnapped and hauled back to camp. BYEEEE
  • fleakit-anger.png
    I extend my hand like a mob boss and allow you to kiss my ring but when you lean closer you see its one of those glow-in-the-dark spider rings you win at arcades [MUNCH] you disrespec me - and eat my spooky spida ring! which cost me 50 tickets at funtime arcade and pizzeria. VINNY! Hit her with da sticky hand!​
  • FLEAKIT / FLEAPAW / FLEABITE
    - she/her
    - kit
    - 5 moons
    - speech thought
    - some physical powerplay permitted

    penned by user
 

The muscles around Brightpetal's neck felt as crushed as a mouse caught by a coiled snake, head struggling to remain steady at the slew of insults that came from both his side and the enemy's. For the most part, he was able to stay quiet amidst the turmoil, hoping that, should he ignore the worst of the venom, its symptoms would simply disappear too. It wasn't until Mirepurr returned with Sable that the red tom instinctively focused, limbs taut against the appearance of his home's greatest enemy. ShadowClan, he called the rogues that followed him, and Brightpetal's blinked with uncertainty at the new name. He could not see a world where the great and righteous StarClan would visit a brute like Sable and bestow such a name upon his home.

A mockery of them then, ThunderClan's Deputy could not help the ripple that rolled down their spine at all the nasty insinuations that came with a group named after such miserable circumstances. He listened to the rest of Sable with a chip upon his shoulder, claws unsheathed and pressed into the rime below. He turned his head quickly at the thunderous snarl that echoed behind him, perhaps presuming for one moment, it was aimed at him. But he saw where his clanmate's eyes lingered, far past Brightpetal's own head and towards the one whom he had summoned to begin with.

He lurched on instinct seeing a flash of fur zoom past him, he was not quick enough to grab onto it before it did something that threatened the whole patrol. "Thunderflash!" He wailed after the tom, watching mournfully as he was mere moments away from re-igniting a conflict... only to have Jadethorn intercept, throwing his clanmate aside. It should not have been a relief to see the tabby manhandled, and yet... until he could know what Juniperstar's deal was, he knew he couldn't risk breaking it. If he saw the other move to attack again, his paws would slam onto the earth, a pleading growl escaping from his lips, "Don't you dare." 'I don't want you to die. Get back, please, I can't fight for you.'

He couldn't fight for Thunderflash... why was that? Was his desire to live truly more meaningful than his honour? Or was it honour that prevented him to begin with, an adherence to the pact (and a hope that it was real) that Sable had with Juniperstar? Either way, his limbs remained rigid, scarcely able to focus on what was going on around him. His head kept on spinning and spinning, twisting his stomach into knots and briefly, making the Deputy wish that it had been anyone else in charge of such decisions. It was ThunderClan's land, but looking inwards, he realised he had not done a good enough job with his patrols in enforcing such a thing.

Brightpetal looked guiltily towards Sable. "I don't agree with you... well... not on the peace thing but on the passion thing. We care too, but our leader doesn't want us killing for the sake of killing. You've done a lot to be worth a reason to break that vision... but ThunderClan has done you a disservice by attacking you when you're just trying to talk. That wasn't cool." It was up to him to make his own decisions, Juniperstar could not telepathically call to him from the Nursery, nor could StarClan commit some divine intervention. This was his fault and his problem, a sloppiness and eagerness in his new role that would make the whole of ThunderClan suffer. "Keep the hunting grounds for this half-moon. With full bellies in a land of light, I hope you'll see the Stars just as we do."

He lowered his head in anticipation of the protests of his clanmates, in anticipation of what his leader might say now that he had given up territory so willingly. But, just as much as he was unwilling to die, he was unwilling to see his clanmates killed either. They simply did not have the numbers to come out of a skirmish with ShadowClan healthily.

Brightpetal risked turning his back on Sable, risked the chance of feeling cold teeth in his neck... because deep down, he imagined that the beast of the shadows did not want his rogues dying needlessly either. "ThunderClan, let's go! If anyone... has issues with this, then please don't take it into your own paws. You won't be avenged." A final, baleful warning to any with lingering anger in their hearts. He didn't want to be frustrated with them... but he was a Deputy, couldn't they have listened to his request for parley before ThunderClan's honour was destroyed?

[ outtie ]


 
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Moments after Brightpetal yowled his name, and heartbeats before his outstretched claws reached snow-white fur, his side is slammed into. A grunt is ripped from him, air wheezing out of his lungs as he collides into the ground. Claws dug hard into his shoulder, another snarl leaving him- during the scuffle his head whips forward, biting down on her leg to attempt to keep her off of him. Alas, he is beaten off, stumbling back towards Brightpetal. His teeth are bared towards Jadethorn, hopefully glimmering with her blood- and when she moves to approach Gravelpath, he's moments away from leaping forward again. To rip and tear and render and to get revenge, but his deputies words are sharp, accusatory.

Baby blues turned towards Brightpetal, and while they were darkened like storms, there is the look of recognition in them as well. Ears flattened against his skull, and he growls low, moving away from the front line of this encounter. Swift does the look return towards Sablestar, a promise there in the way his vision lingered- This isn't over. Brightpetal's words stung, however, a clear white flag raised in the middle of this encounter, one that even Thunderflash couldn't deny. A disservice? Was that all that Thornstar was- Sablestar's fangs deep in his throat, a disservice? No, he deserved better. He bites his tongue and tastes copper, iron, turning his vision away from Brightpetal and stalking away from the mess behind him.

  • "speech"
    // out unless stopped!
  • THUNDERFLASH he/him, thunderclanner, twenty one moons.
    a sh/lh chocolate tabby with low white and stunning baby blue eyes. stands of average height with a 'mohawk' and spiky-shaped mane.
    mentored by who / mentoring no one
    whichever relations / want listed
    peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
    penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.