Camp the girl is like an architect // SOUND THE ALARMS

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This thread takes place inside the clan's camp.
Fujimoto

Fujimoto

i can't trust the fall
SkyClan
Council Member
SkyClan Sun Guard SkyClan Founder 1k SkyClan Stars Align Participant
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Freshkill
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Fuji
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Fujimoto was a fast cat- once. When the bones beneath his skin did not ache and protest from certain twists and hurried pressure. It still was nothing compared to the pain of impact and forcibly ejecting bones where they should not be, but it would be foolish to believe things would ever return as they once were. Still, Fujomoto was a warrior, among Hawkstar's council, and once given an order he would do anything he must to fulfill it.

"Hawkstar!" Their voice is shrill in desperation, jaw clenched in the dulled pain lancing down his leg. "Th-The Thunder- the border, it's- there's fighting!" The Guard stammered out in his exasperation. His gaze turned to Downypaw, inhaling sharply. "Y-You did well t-to listen. Your-Your deputy and l-leader always, always comes f-first."

@Hawkstar
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QUAILSTEP
Quailstep's ears pricked as Fujimoto burst into the camp, the fear-scent gripping her heart in a vice.

ThunderClan. Those fox-hearts...

She looked to Hawkstar, their guiding star.

Would her leader ask her to follow?
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LEADER OF SKYCLAN

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Hawkstar's head flies up from the bird she had chosen for her afternoon snack, a single feather ripped away from the thing in the violent rip of her attention being grabbed. ThunderClan at the border again? Her good eye flashes from Fujimoto's shivering form to Downypaw, searching the white apprentice for any sign of harm. Any crimson pinprick against an otherwise snowy field.

She can feel her clanmates eyes on her, she can feel the tension pulling their muscles together, readying to spring at her smallest movement. It's what any leader would want. It's what is to be expected of her warriors. Was it her words that had sprung this conflict now, even when her watchful eye was not trained directly on her soldiers to be sure that her will was carried out?

Was she going to arrive at the border to find another body to bury?

Hawkstar shoots past Fujimoto, her small paws gripping the earth hard under steel-worn pads. "I need my scouts to the skies and any free warrior guarding our young," the pointed leader flings the commands out behind her, her voice pitching up to a king's decree, "Move, move, move, I will not have another warrior lost to ThunderClan's bloodlust!"


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the gentle, peaceful chatter in their camp stopped dead when their sun guard bursts back into camp. swallowbreeze's blood runs cold, and her jaw grinds against her teeth. my herbs... she thinks, mentally counting her stocks as she unceremoniously rushes towards her den.

"i'll get the nests ready." she says in a murmur, to no one in particular. swallowbreeze silently hopes that no one comes back to camp too injured, but knowing her clan, she has her doubts.
 

"Fighting?" Cinderpaw repeats, questioning, while pale eyebrows knit together. With thunderclan... The thought of Webpaw being there made his cheek burn and his eyes narrow. He pulled besides Swallowbreeze- quickly. "My aunt's out there. My dad too. Are they going to be okay? Can I help you, please?" The albino apprentice asks, almost pleads, thoughts racing where he didn't want them to. His form shuddered, shaking his head to shake it off before looking at Swallowbreeze again with big old wet pink eyes. He'd already seen one fight, and he knew it was scary. With the health of his father, he was worried, and with how Flowercloud had been only getting better...

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It is calm in the camp, clanmates chattering quietly amongst themselves as they settle after patrols come quietly back in from the territory with nothing to report. Successful hunts - albeit beginning to slow down as prey begins to find their own burrows and nests more comfortable as leaf-green slowly turns to leaf-fall - coming back with their food as cats begin to settle in, ready to tuck in for naps and sharing tongues before heading out for the evening patrols and then sleep for the night if they were lucky enough to not have to sit guard at the entrance of the camp. Mulberryburst was watching as usual, ears pricked as he listened for any juicier bits of gossip - who was padding after who, really - when the rushed sound of paws caught his attention, the quick rustle of leaves moving against fur before - Th-The Thunder- the border, it's- there's fighting!

Quickly he was on his feet, green eyes finding themselves locked to Hawkstar as he waited for the pointed leader's demands to be spoken out before they were quickly flung out towards those around her and the scout found himself barking his own orders as he was running out - "Jaypaw, with me! Follow behind closely and make no noise." They had been training for this, and hopefully whether or not Jaypaw chose to become a scout when he became a warrior the training - this moment - would help him in the future. And with that, he'd leave camp and climb quickly up the first tree he could, running along the branches towards the border, slowing only when he would be heard by the ThunderClanners so they may have the element of surprise if needed.
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MULBERRYBURST he/him, skyclan 26 moons old.
chocolate x cinnamon mink chimera with low white
mentored by none // mentoring Jaypaw
littermate to Maplemouse
NPC x NPC / father to none / mated to none
"speech" // "thoughts"
penned by tikki ↛ rabbitcake on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
 
Tawnybeam doesn't expect it, doesn't expect any of it at all, and that likely makes him naive. In retrospect, it had been foolish to believe that the wedge between ThunderClan and SkyClan had been buried; Juniperstar may have presented her throat to Hawkstar willingly, but that doesn't mean that her warriors agree with the notion... nor does it mean that they are unlikely to pick fights. Like a kit, Tawnybeam finds himself sneering: we were here first. SkyClan had existed long before that so-called Colony of theirs had gotten eaten up by their own problems. Now they seem to create problems of their own. And for what?

He finds himself indecisive for a moment. Hawkstar's eye blazes with fury, as expected, and she calls upon her subordinates in an instant. Is this going to be their future, now? Blood spilled again and again as ThunderClan tries desperately to appear strong?

One mistake... that's all it had took for things to get this far. Rosebelly crossing the border, Owlbark deeming murder a fit punishment.

Tawnybeam tracks Swallowbreeze entering her den, as well as the quickly-clustering bunch of warriors and apprentices—some eager, some apprehensive. He will be more of use here; their enemy may have dirty tricks up their sleeve after all, and turn their attention to an undefeated camp.
"I'll stay to guard."
 
cinderpaw pushes himself into her sight almost immediately— she should've expected that, honestly. since his run-in with the thunderclanner, he's become twitchy, itching to show off after getting a minuscule scratch. understandable behavior, especially from a son of a council member, swallowbreeze supposes.

"yes— they'll be fine. the both of them." she cannot say no to those big, wet eyes that are in her way. "why don't you um... check the elder's den? there may be some cobwebs in there." she tries to shuffle past him.

la la la @cinderpaw.

 
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