Open Border TC THORN IN YOUR SIDE + thunderclan patrol

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This thread takes place at the border of the clan territory.
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She wasn't one to ignore an order from a deputy, even if that annoying cat Stormcrow thought she could tell a ThunderClan cat what to do. Those damned SkyClanners thought they could do anything! Webpaw hated the way they talked down to the other Clans, hated the smug way they cowered behind their code and ancestors. Without a look back at Dewshine or Owlbark, the apprentice hared through the forest, dodging thickets and leaping over logs. This was the first time she'd truly felt needed by the Clan, even if she'd been punished for that incident with what's-his-name before.

Webpaw was a proud member of ThunderClan, given an important task by her deputy. It was time to prove to them all that she was worthy of being a warrior.

A short time after departing from the patrol, she crashed into the camp, nearly running into another apprentice. Her paws thundered into the clearing and she took in a deep breath before yowling.

"ThunderClan! Owlbark and the others are being attacked by SkyClan at the border! He needs our help to show them a lesson before we get outnumbered! Come on!"

There wasn't much time to really seek out specific cats - whoever heard the message and had the pride of ThunderClan in their hearts would follow, she knew that. Adrenaline raced through her veins as she tore back through the forest alongside her fellow Clanmates, each pulse of her rapid heartbeat thrumming with anticipation.

A real battle. A time to show the others what ThunderClan was made of.

When she reached the border, cats of both sides were embroiled in dueling battles. Who should she help? Her mentor? Her fellow apprentices? Her deputy?

And then she saw Stormcrow. The one who called her "little mouse." Her pelt fluffed and her nubbed tail lashed in fury. If Cinderpaw wasn't here for her to make a statement, that fox-heart would have to do.

Webpaw wove through the battle, dirt flying behind her as she ran with claws out, leaping at the Council Member to strike at her face.
ThunderClan Apprentice
9 moons || she/her
SPEECH || THOUGHTS

Attacking @stormcrow! Rolled: 1. Critical failure on her part.​
 
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For all of Boarpaw's dutiful training, loyal and devoted, he very nearly made a grave mistake. As he tried to right himself from the ground, dazed and already aching, he looked up to glare at the brute he was fighting, only for the blood to drain from his face.

'When it comes to a fight, protect your eyes. Just as you know to strike for the softest flesh, as will any opponent. Keep about your wits or you'll end up a mouse amongst vultures.'

Claws flung straight for his eyes, panic flooded every inch of the apprentice's form, and he was just able to avoid the swipe. But, even so, claws sank into the flesh of his cheek, only a breath from his shut eyes. The apprentice let out a yowl of pain before clenching his jaw and blinking away tears of pain from the corners of his eyes. Where Boarpaw rushed to the fight, fearful for his mother, now he feared for himself. And in that moment, there was nothing the apprentice could do but fight as if his life were on the line; it seemed it might be.

He recalled another lesson, not one from a mentor or warrior, one of his own. Tusks that caught his own lips, ones he was wary to use in training and sliced through prey swiftly. Boarpaw did not want to treat this Skyclan warrior like a piece of prey; she deserved to live just as the rest of them did, but he wasn't going to be the one backing down. A guttural growl from the back of his throat as the apprentice snorted indignantly at the grey molly before him.

She tried to claw again at him, and before she could intercept Boarpaw opened his maw and snapped his jaws about the arm that darted too close, clamping down hard as the apprentice snarled. With a heart racing like thunder clouding over his terrified eyes, the apprentice yanked at Brightnose's leg, forcing her to the ground. She wouldn't have a leg up on him that easily.

He glared back at her, a something wild ruling his narrowed eyes, for a moment, all Boarpaw could recall was the acrid scent of that place before all this, bitter and foul. How the yowls and fearscent clouded his senses all over again. Then, he needed to run; now, he knew to fight.

——— You keep on grinnin'
and this world keeps nagging. ———
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  • Boarpaw
    ✦—Thunderclan apprentice | 10 moons
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BRIGHTNOSE ──
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She may have landed a hit upon the ThunderClan cat's face, but the fight was far from over. Brightnose gasps as large teeth sink into her extended foreleg, yowling as pain shoots through the limb. When Boarpaw tugs, she's thrown to the ground, and her once advantageous position has been taken by her enemy, the white fur of her paw now stained with dark crimson. Fangs bared in an angered hiss, she tries to swipe at the dark-furred tom again, but with the flame-like burning of her newly opened wound screaming for attention and the way that the air had been knocked from her lungs, she can barely see where she's swiping and misses entirely. Focus! she desperately reminds herself as she tries to scramble back to her paws. This was hardly the time to let herself get overwhelmed - she'd decided to fight, and now she must finish what she started.
now i will tell you what i've done for you
fifty thousand tears i've cried
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Owlbark was not listening. The blood in his ears pounded loud enough to drown out the molly's caterwauling as she whipped to face him. Her face was lit in anger and his body was tight and ready to respond. It was not even a surprise as she launched her body - large and full of hatred - toward him. He briefly wondered if Rosebelly inherited her size, and why she didn't teach the bastard how to use it. Their fight had been too short. Even his greenest apprentice could hold his own longer than the young warrior did. All of this could have been prevented if he just fought harder.

The fire he was so used to quelling roared to life as Flowercloud's paws made contact with his shoulders. His mind went quiet and his body moved on pure instinct. He was back to his loner days - doing all he could to preserve his life. The molly threatened his livelihood and he would respond in kind. He can't process the sound of other clanmates rushing in as he bats and claws at the deputy before him. He pushed back against her shove and the pair skidded across the dry dirt, sending up a small cloud of it.

In the distance, thunder rumbled. A growl - not unlike the canines he was compared to often - rumbled from him in time with the thunder. Owlbark was not a religious tom. He worshipped the message and ideas that Hawthorne took with him to StarClan, but he did not believe in the other dead that followed his pawsteps. Now, though, he had felt the might of past ThunderClanners move through him as their thunder rumbled in his chest. As he tossed with the she-cat, avoiding her flashing white teeth - raindrops hit the dry late-Greenleaf ground around him. The smell of wetting dirt was enough to cover up the smell of blood slowly creeping in as well.

Owlbark does not speak. He had lost the ability to as his heart hammered in his chest and his words turned to growls and snarls. The tom barked as he dug his claws in behind her shoulder, trying to roll the SkyClanner over to reach her belly. If he was able, her would dig his claws into her soft flesh, just like he had her son's.

i turned 'round and there you go *ੈ✩‧₊˚
 
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Shed never been in a real battle. Not against other cats. Flowercloud felt pinpricks as their bodies collided, her paws pressed against his chest, and his claws pressed against hers. The dry dirt began turning to mud, weighing their paws down as rain pelted their coats. Around them, bodies threw against each others- the iron scent raw and pungent.

Starclan was angry. But her own anger only rose, heart thudding in her chest from the adrenaline. Brown and white paws connected with pale shoulders. The pale light from lightning lit the battlefield as obsidian claws slid over Flowercloud, spraying blood from her back. Her head reared back, the snarl ugly and hidden as darkness fell over them again. her body fell reluctantly to the side, back legs shoving into the form above her, but not enough to reveal her body.

She felt the sting, the burn, the way his claws tore through her flesh like butter through thick fur- but her focus was now protecting her own belly. She couldn't risk it. She couldn't die here. Lightning flashed above, highlighting his grimaced face- and the blood that ribboned as claws met her chest instead, slicing through.

A scream escaped her throat- unhinged, and regrettably, a loud caterwaul of pain as darkness took over again. Her paw flew forward, claws extended as she rammed ivory claws into the side of Owlbarks muzzle, claws ripping through thin skin of lips as back legs kicked out with . Maybe she was aiming for the eyes... But it didn't seem to matter to much to her... Anything to get back up on her feet, right?

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He was late. So late. Boarpaw had already dashed off, the messenger too. By sheer luck, he'd overheard another apprentice talking about it, the fight that had broken out with SkyClan, the patrol of Owlbark, the patrol where Dewshine was involved. Everything else faded from his mind in that instant. He spun on his heel, claws digging into the earth as he tore after the scent of Webpaw and Boarpaw, his boy, not yet a warrior despite his size, throwing himself into danger.

His heart thundered in his chest, pounding in tandem with his racing paws, eyes narrowed to slits of golden fury. Blood hung heavy on the wind, the metallic scent twisting his stomach. Stars, not Dewshine… please, please, not her… not Boarpaw…

Silent pleas fell on deaf ears as he barreled into the chaos. Cats flew at one another, claws flashing, teeth glinting. His gaze locked instantly on Dewshine, bristling and poised in the fight. A snarl ripped from his throat despite himself, fury burning through him hotter than the sun. He surged forward, ready to tackle the SkyClanner that dared near her, but another body slammed into his path, forcing him aside.

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LEADER OF SKYCLAN

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Out of camp and up a tree in a flash, Hawkstar feels more bird than cat with the way she navigates the canopied branches. They sway violently under her weight with every running leap she takes from trunk to branch to outstretched limb, but she can't stop, not even when the thinner limbs threaten to give out under the pressure of her powerful haunches. She flings herself across the height of her territory, searching desperately for some undeniable proof that her warriors had chosen cowardice over stubbornness against Juniperstar's eager, heathenous warriors. But with every flash of barren ground, the pointed king's tail brushed up a little more.

There was no room for a cat that turned away from a fight in SkyClan, no room for a warrior that would save their own skin over defending SkyClan's honor. Hawkstar had seen to that personally. And this was the bloody result of that.

The screeching is awful, a cacophony of anger, fear, and challenge pulsing and filling the air with its awful rhythm. Hawkstar felt as if she could time her racing heartbeat to the imagined ring of bone against bristle and flesh. Ba-bum - claws raking across blinded eyes - ba-bum - a mother's anguished wail - ba-bum - Rosebelly's cold muzzle pulled to her breast - ba-bum - again again agai-

They are flung out on either side of the border, spitting and squirming and swirling in their furies - SkyClan and ThunderClan locked in their infernal dance. Whatever Hawkstar had thought she had done at the Gathering had been wrong. She had not free SkyClan from ThunderClan's cruelty. No. Rosebelly's life and Juniperstar's phantom upon that accursed stone had sealed them together - a heady blood pact promised by public execution and private murder.

And there was no difference in the spoils of war.

"SKYCLAN, STAND DOWN!" it comes out half a shriek and half a booming demand - a hawk's predatory cry from above as SkyClan's king sways dangerously above them. In the maelstrom of pelts, she could not tell soldier from attacker, from blood to breath. All she can see is Rosebelly's mangled body, and the lavender laid across his chest that did little to mask the smell of decaying death.


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Thunderflash feels a burst of pride as his attack is successful. Underpawed, maybe, given the gravity of the situation, but there was no reasoning with these cats. Not after Owlbark had started something- at least, he's assuming that's what happened. Sure, his clanmate was antagonistic, but their agreement whispered like poison in the back of his mind. Thunderflash's teeth grit as the Skyclan warrior turned to face him, her eyes glittering like chips. Spooky. He thinks, shifting his stance to something more defensive.

Breathe. Breathe- you're gonna be fine. He thinks roughly, taking calculated steps backwards, ears flicking. The more attention he can keep off of Owlbark, the better, meaning that he's going to survive. He ducks to the side, hisses loudly as the attack lands and carves over his right eye. Blood wells in an instant, blinds and off-balances him. "Fuck!" He spits out, Thunderflash moving for a blind attack- quite literally. All caution was thrown to the wind, the careful murmuring of Ghoststrike's instruction in his ear something he was deaf to now.

His claws aim to hook into the sides of @cygnetscratch's throat, just as her paws land the blow. He's flung backwards in an instant, his own force partially used against him, and everything goes searing white when his skull CRACKS! against the tree he slams into. Hawkstar's voice rings out just seconds before he is crumpling like rocks off of a ravine wall, falling against the ground. He doesn't groan, or shout in pain. He is silent.

_________ I'M LIVING LIKE A LANDMINE ☆ WAITING TO EXPLODE ! ______________
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  • THUNDERFLASH he/him, thunderclan storm guard, twenty-eight 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 n/a / mentoring hopepaw
    ☆ 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.
 

DUSKPOOL​
He ought to have known better than to think folks would learn, but nothin' like repeatin' history, eh? It ain't like they've had a good relationship with the ThunderClanners, even though Nightwing and Russetfang currently dwelled there, Duskpool can't help but frown, conflicted at the thought of one day meetin' his adoptive sons in battle. An idea he ain't ever gonna dwell on, not till it happens, and when it did, well, Duskpool was smart enough to think on his paws.

He'd never lay a paw on his kids, no matter what happened, he knew what it was like to live in fear of teeth and seerin' words nippin' at their hide, waitin' to tear down mental walls till there was nothin' but shredded hope. The folk who gave birth to him should've never been made parents, but it ain't like any of 'em got a say, not with upwalkers breathin' down necks and neglectin' 'em the way they did—rotten bastards, the lot of 'em.

It was why he shoved himself to push faster, to do better, even if his lungs heaved and his bones ached, Duskpool couldn't afford to abandon kin, not when Cinderpaw and Almondpaw could be there, bleedin' out and dyin', yet what he saw was enough to make his blood coil in disgust.

The border was chaos, thrashin' bodies, and the air thick with tension. Duskpool's muzzle wrinkled at the iron tang of blood in the air. Every heartbeat was filled with screeches and snarls of battlin' bodies fightin' for somethin' stupid. An amber iris cut across the battlefield, blood roarin' loud in his mangled ears, "Flower-!" His voice trailed off with a sharp hiss, jaws clenchin' hard enough to send a sharp pain down his neck to puddle at the bulk of his shoulders.

He didn't have time to look for his kids, gaze barely skimmin' over Flowercloud's amber hide when he noticed Copperstorm racin' toward Mousefang. A roar split the air, bulky body slammin' into the Guard with the weight of a fallin' boulder, shoulder-first, teeth bared, muscles pulled taunt like bow strings, molten copper alight with the protective need to defend his clanmate, even if this entire thing was just about as pointless as a mouse tryin' to fly. Idiots. Every last one of 'em.

With a bare of his teeth, Duskpool's smokey fur bristled, usin' his massive stature to his advantage in an attempt to bulldoze Copperstorm into the ground, Duskpool;s tail whipped low, the thick plume aimin' to curl behind the ThunderClanner's legs, hopin' to tug the other off balance with a quick, brutal tug. "Ya best be thinkin' again." His muzzle wrinkled, fangs bared, nothin' like the deadpan facade the older warrior always wore, no, this was terrifyin' if one didn't know any better. "Stay down, or I'll make ya stay down." His words fierce, gravelly soundin' like claws across wet stone.

we're only haunted by the things we refuse to accept

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  • DUSKPOOL stands like a storm given flesh, broad-shouldered and unyielding. His frame was built from the bloodlines of a Norwegian Forest and Maine Coon, every inch steeped in the weight of a life hard-lived. His pelt is a wooly black smoke mantle, thick as winter fog and marked with faint mackerel stripes. Old scars score his flanks and shoulders like lightning carved into the night sky, with each one telling a story that was paid for in blood.

    One molten-copper eye burns fierce and unblinking, sharp enough to cut through lies, while the other is nothing but a hollowed ruin. A sunken relic of a battle he walked away from when he shouldn't have. His tail is a heavy, swaying banner of shadow, and his paws are silent despite their size, measured by someone who's learned patience the hard way.

    He carries himself with the gravity of an old war-chief, regular in ruin, yet brutal in beauty. His very presence is a warning that some storms don't pass. They wait. And they return.

    "there's two kinds of cats in this world. those who learn from others' mistakes, and those who are the mistake."​

    senior sun guard of skyclan during coffeestar and hawkstar's reign (mentor to sweetpaw)
    eighty-four moons; ages on the 1st of every month
    brother to outlawbite & thistlestrike; half-brother to flowercloud; father to almondpaw & cinderpaw (wolfstorm & lostmoon)
    his voice is a low, gravel-rough baritone, measured and deliberate, carrying the weight of old battles and unspoken truths
    his scent is a deep grounding mix of cedarwood and patchouli, laced with the sharpness of pine and a lingering curl of smoke
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I am not your kind and gentle husband

The call to arms comes swiftly, Webpaw's arrival back to camp opens a floodgate of emotions inside him. He is righteously furious, indignant, those SkyClan fools once again trying to spill their blood without provocation or reason; all the feel superior, to feel they were better than ThunderClan because of what? They knew some rules they didn't? If they were so important StarClan would have shared them obviously, if they were so important then why did no other clan get those holy scripture of guidelines to follow. Graybird is not a violent cat, not really, but he feels the heat in his chest and rage festering there from the first gathering and he feels he will burst if he does not move. So he follows the trail of other warriors rushing to the battlefield, his pale storm cloud pelt a blur as they rushed over roots and through the foliage to burst out through the treeline in rows of teeth to bite down upon their enemy. He wants to fight, for once, he wants to avenge their leader, their clan, but even as his eyes hone in on the SkyClan king crying out for a ceasefire his head snaps to the side at the sight of a russet brown pelt being thrown down upon the ground; for a moment Graybird doesn't move. He is torn, split between the suffocating need to sink his teeth into Hawkstar, to rip a life free so that the one-eyed molly knows the pain she has passed onto Juniperstar, knows that ThunderClan will never forgive her. But Thunderflash isn't moving. His claws flex in the ground, the wind is roaring past him and he's paralyzed with indecision before gritting his teeth.
Idiot. Fool. Bastard. He can't-he can't ignore what he'd seen, so with effort he breaks away from the charge and rushes over to the fallen Storm Guard, his head shoved down to flip the tom enough he can ease him onto his back, paws over his shoulders, hindlegs dragging before Graybird is not that big, but he's big enough. A brief stare flickers back to @cygnetscratch as he pivots, pushes himself back to move slower but with an urgency toward the trees-back to camp, back to camp, had to get back to camp.
I'm not doing this for you. I'm doing this for them.

Ooc- In and out with @THUNDERFLASH .

& I am not the love you knew before.
GRAYBIRD

— Warrior ThunderClan
— He/They
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
— SH Gray Tabby with holly green eyes.
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He couldn't think. Any chance of coherence left as soon as he tried. Owlbark depserately wanted to raise his head and scan the battlefield for his comrades. He wanted to ensure their safety and be a good deputy, but all he could do was rend flesh from bone. His claws moved on instinct alone, and he moved his body through this maelstrom as if he were moving unhindered. This was what he was designed for. This is where he wanted to be.

The she-cat under him twists and slams paws into him. She was preventing him from the killing blow. His body tried to react in kind by driving hard strikes to her legs to bat them out of the way. No use. What Flowercloud lacked in expertise, she made up for in size and heft. Her stature made her strong and it was a great baseline for defense if instict drove her to it.

Suddenly, claws raked his muzzle. Burning flames followed her claws and he could feel flesh ripping under them. It would scar, but he was proud to show the mark of this battle. A battle he was determined to win. The deputy growled and felt pain as he pulled in lips back from his teeth in a hiss. The deputy reared his head back as lightning struck again, revealing the pain and fear in the molly beneath him.

Before he could clamp his jaws around her throat, the cry of retreat sounded in a far off place. Owlbark whipped his head around to stare at Hawkstar illuminated in another flash of lightning. Rain pelted around her and her eyes held a pain he could not bear to witness. He turned his face back to Flowercloud beneath him and sneered. "Go!" He barked, stepping off of her. His back stayed arched and his eyes locked on the deputy as he waited for her retreat. Let Hawkstar watch him "spare a life" like she crooned he was not able to do. He would allow his warriors to decide whether or not to do the same. Blood trickled off of his chin and splattered to the now muddy ground.

i turned 'round and there you go *ੈ✩‧₊˚
 
"& WHO are YOU?", the proud lord said, "That I must bow so low?"
His claws clash with Dewshine's, the force enough to startled the breath from his lungs but he quickly regains himself and uses his larger size to send them both tumbling, his shoulders tense as he hits the ground, but he flips them again despite her efforts to dislodge him and manages to once again pin her down with a snarl in his throat. One paw presses down at her chest, not quite sinking in claws to keep her in place because it is not pain he wishes upon the ThunderClanner but death. He would be quick. The code spoke of not killing their foes, the same code their leader had insisted be respected at the gathering before breaking it between her teeth and Juniperstar's fragile neck. His other arm rose up high, shifting to push all of his weight down onto his opponent so she had no way of guarding herself from what came next.

It is not Hawkstar's call that stills his claws, not the sound of his clanmates preparing to withdraw from combat by her order. No, Mousefang's paw is raised, the curved ebony of each claw shimmering in the dappled spots of the sun caught between the tree - he has every intention of finishing the job, of spilling ThunderClan blood upon the ground. The pale lilac molly's belly is exposed to the sky and it reminds him how Rosebelly was dragged back to camp by his grieving mother with his own stomach slit open by cruel claws. He would pay it back, every ounce of blood, every wave of oppressive grief and he would feel no mercy for those who had wronged his clan; his mother's clan.

As he brings his arm down the wind shifts, it is a barely noticeable change in the air, a subtle redirection of it blowing from his side to the front of his face but it is enough he notices before his paw falls. Mousefang stumbles as he catches himself, his paw slamming into the earth next to Dewshine's head as he glowers down at her, nostrils flaring and eyes widening in slowly rising horror; milk scent, the warm comforting smell of a cat nursery bound - she didn't look it at all yet, but he had lingered near the nursery often enough bringing prey, chatting with Milkheart enough to recognize it.

"...are you out of your mind? Coming out here like THAT?" He hisses, accusartory before pulling away and letting her up, his pale limbs carrying him backwards from her before he turned and bolted back towards his own clan's camp, running as if it could get the scent from his nose, the moment from his head. He had nearly killed a pregnant cat in his blind rage. ThunderClan deserved no leniency from his claws, but their kittens...unborn and not, who could not know the crimes of their parents...did they?
What sent him running was not his shame of it, but the small voice that uttered at the back of his mind that yes. They deserve to die too.

Ooc- Sparring @Dewshine & retreating!
Mousefang

— SkyClan Warrior (Scout)
— He/Him
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
— A black rosette tabby with high white & mint green eyes.
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Only a cat of a different coat. That's all the truth I know.
 
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𓆦 𖢥 𓆨 𓆣 𐀔 Chrysalisgaze 𐀔 𓆣 𓆨 𖢥 𓆦

She barely got to fight her opponent at all before Hawkstar's booming voice echoed throughout the forest. SkyClan, stand down!
Chrysalisgaze halted her attack, retreating from her enemy's claws and teeth swiftly. Her shoulder stang from the scratch she suffered, but it was a minor wound, nothing serious. What pained her more was the tension and hatred all around her - sure, she fought ThunderClan with all her strength, to protect and defend her clan, but it was just that - she did not feel any hatred towards the oak-dwellers, unlike some of her clanmates. The same could be said for the other side - Chrysalisgaze barely entered the fight when she was immediatelly insulted for being from SkyClan. Was that really what this skirmish has reduced them to? Blind devotion to their own and anger towards all the outsiders?
Chrysalisgaze couldn't imagine being consumed by this much hate. She was loyal to SkyClan, because that was her home, her family - but she respected all the other clans deeply, for surviving hardships their own territories provided.
She flicked her tail and turned away from the border, ready to get back to camp to her family. There had been enough blood shed today, enough hatred spewed.

 
The tabby's swings make their marks against the thin pelt of her neck. Fur is shorn, skin is split, and white tufts are dyed red for the moment - but Cygnetscratch presses forward nonetheless. There's a quiet glee in the way he flies back with her shove. His head crashes against the trunk of the tree with a sickening crack noise, and he crumples as if that was it. She can tell, even from her distance, that he still lives. His chest rises and falls, albeit with some difficulty, and his blood spills and puddles, but still clots like it ought to. She steps one paw forward before she hears it: "SkyClan, stand down!"

Her nose wrinkles, ears folding back to her head. Somewhere, Owlbark disengages from her mother and leaves her amber fur ruddy and torn. Somewhere, Mousefang makes a critical decision that saves a pawful of lives, although he may regret it some day. Right in front of her, the tabby tom struggles with his consciousness, but a grey furred one comes to snake him away. Cygnetscratch bares her teeth at Graybird, but the tom only serves her a sideways glance at best before heaving his clanmate away. She grinds her teeth together and returns to her Clanmates, tail lashing.

It won't be the last time, she's sure. She'll have more chances.
 
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