Private Territory ThunderClan WE NEED A TRANSFORMATION, ONE WE ALL CAN SEE — ✦ ) secret meeting?

[RUFOUSPAW]

{$title} HUGE IC opinions warning rufouspaw really hates the govt. and parents

RUFOUSPAW
​ Welcome to the celebration, baby! ​

Rufouspaw hooked up a clump of moss from her nest and squeezed it absentmindedly, having all but given up on sleeping that night. Something about the "Clan meeting" was bothering her—of course, anything coming from the council was bound to have that effect—and tugged at the corner of her mind like a tick. Perhaps it was the medicine cat's plea to protect sons and daughters (the phrase left a bitter taste at the back of her throat), perhaps it was the thought of having a mentor so close to their fool of a leader... she clicked her tongue. That must be it, right? Juniperstar. What kind of warrior was she, having them all cower from Hawkstar instead of facing her head-on? Forcing them to travel in flocks like some sort of mice, apologizing for making them see "something so violent"—as if that was the problem, and not her! Her "peace" was only delaying the inevitable, really. Rufouspaw knew—without need to see, or be told—SkyClan was lurking beyond their "borders", lying in wait... hearing she wasn't the only one who saw this sorry excuse of a plan for what it was only barely dulled the fire in her veins.

She couldn't play along with it—they had to do something, anything to stop this madness!

...And she might just know where to start.

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The tomcat didn't quite manage to sleep fruitfully, but it was the least of her problems. She spent most of the day tracking down the cats she'd fought a while ago; the apprentices who agreed to come train with her. Her heart was caught in her throat the whole time—for all her sworn fealty to ThunderClan, she had yet to trust any of her clanmates with a secret—and yet, despite her nature, she tread on. They had a fighter's spirit, like her; that had to count for something! No self-respecting cat should adhere to Juniperstar's rulings (obviously), though a true warrior would, invariably, defend their right to battle. Rufouspaw would, at the very least. So, if she had seen that spark of defiance in their eyes...

She'd rehearsed her invitation so many times she lost count.

"If you wanna be a real warrior,"

she whispered in their ears while passing by, carefully quiet,

"meet me near the Sandy Hollow tonight. Alone."

The hours came and went, and before she knew it, she found her paws creeping through the undergrowth and away from prying eyes. She'd snuck away from Gyrfalcon many, many times before; despite her loudness and her (new, she always stressed to onlookers) clumsiness, it was still all too easy for her to shrink her frame and scurry away. And so, she made her way to her chosen meeting spot... and waited. It was much harder than she expected. With her... maker, she knew it was only a matter of time before he dragged her back to her prison, but Owlbark—would he care? Did anyone else? Did the cats she reached out to even want to come here? Rufouspaw sat on the dusty, barren earth underpaw and breathed through her mouth. She knew what she'd seen in them last night, and she wouldn't call what she extended to each of them trust, but...

If they cared like she did, they were bound to arrive.

THE JUDGES ARE JAILED

✦

AND THE FUTURE IS OURS

• OOC: FIRST FIGHT CLUB THREAD! @Snapdragonpaw @Cardinalpaw @Coyotepaw after this it'll be officially open to join weehee
• KEY:
  

  "speech"

  
  

  'thoughts'

  'owlpaw'

  'eaglepaw'

  'vulturepaw'

  
  attempted action
  

  "other character's speech"

  
  
• 
  

  Click on the image to see my full
  reference sheet!​

  Rufouspaw is a small ginger bicolor tabby with tortie point patches and odd blue-green eyes. A former loner, she faces the world with her head held high and her claws at the ready—for she believes danger is lurking at every corner. It remains to be seen whether her foolhardy yet distrusting disposition is justified...
  9 moons, ages every 6th.
  Genderqueer (she/he/it); any gendered terms OK!
  Gyrfalcon x Unknown — Generation 1
  Host of a plural system of 4: Owlpaw, Eaglepaw, Vulturepaw and herself.
  Mentored by Owlbark
  

 

[Snapdragonpaw Snapdragonpaw]

————————————— Everything must come to an end ✦

While the frankly peculiar scrap of fur, Rufouspaw, had warned her to come alone - and honestly, she really had intended to - running to Cardinalpaw at the maw of the camp trying to avoid the obvious made a grin spread upon her face. While she really couldn't give an ounce of mouse-dung about Thunderclan, after the shitshow of a gathering, she wanted more training than anything. Her mentor was useless, honestly. She intended to talk with that Juniperstar herself and ask for someone else to be assigned to her.

It's why she didn't sneer at Rufouspaw's offer. They were at Hazelheart's training session and seemed rather chatty yet adept, just as keen when it came to a good fight. Plus, having the gall to summon cats to leave the camp alone when it seemed so frowned upon? Well, how could she say no?

Snapdragon sauntered along, ahead of Cardinal; she didn't want to cause issues off the bat. She would cause problems on her own terms if she really wanted to. Instead, she wanted to see what the deal was. It wasn't like it was the most adept with the territory, but coming upon the Sandy Hollow, and gaze meeting the ginger tabby, she smirked a little. She might have been called a pretentious little brat in her time, but she had been taught punctuality, and any other cat invited had yet to show their faces.

For now, it was Snapdragonpaw and Rufouspaw. The latter seemed absent, lost in thought almost. The molly cleared its throat, giving the tom a knowing look. "Well. I'm a cat've my word, Rufous, anyone else joining us out here or what?" She raised an eyebrow, feigning ignorance. It was happenstance she ran into Cardinal, or maybe not, the pair of them had kept their nests close together since reuniting, maybe it was the other leaving that stirred them awake so early.

————— You've already died twice,

you can still be replaced. —————

• 
  Snapdragonpaw
  ✦—Thunderclan Apprentice | 10 moons
  ✦—She/It/They
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A long-haired tortoiseshell with orange eyes.
  #c41515

 

[Cardinalpaw Cardinalpaw]

Cardinal would never say no to more training, to becoming strong, to being able to fend for itself. Well, Cardinalpaw now. It still wasn't used to her new name. But it would become used to it, she could adapt to anything life threw at her. She could survive anything!

When Rufouspaw talked about training, Cardinal was sold, without thinking twice. Leaving without being noticed was easy for it, Cardinalpaw was used to having to sneak upon prey, to sneak past predators and other dangers. It was easy.

When it found itself on its path to Sandy Hollow, it could smell two distinct cats: Rufouspaw, and Cardinal's well-known friend, Snapdragonpaw. Cardinalpaw smiled widely at that. Good, if they were going to do something to get in trouble, they would at least do it together. Snapdragon was the closest Cardinal could call someone a friend, even if it wasn't sure how reciprocated it was.

As soon as she approached the two cats, she gave a nod of acknowledgment to each of them.

"Snapdragon." One nod.

"Rufouspaw." Another nod.

"So, what is up with all that?" She sat down, looking around, being sure that she had clear escape routes. Just in case.

I know my way through the night to your door ☆ You know the blood that I'm owed is all yours

• 
  "speech"
  thoughts
  
  ☆ OOC:
  
  

• 

• CARDINALPAW she/it, thunderclanner, 10 moons.
  ☆ A strong rosette tabby with low white and green eyes.
  ☆ Mentored by Gingerflame
  ☆ No family
  ☆ Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ☆ Color = crimson
  ☆ Penned by draculaelliot ↛ draculaelliot on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[Coyotepaw]

don't threaten me with a good time

​

Coyotepaw goes about her day as usual. Most things that happened aren't of note. The only thing that could be considered exciting was that he got into a fight with another apprentice. There hadn't really been a reason for it, though if he's being honest there aren't any reasons for most fights he gets into. It's usually enough for the other to present. They don't like her anyway that's reason enough in her opinion. It's not like they're gonna change their opinion on her. She might as well give them a reason to dislike her. It's not been long since the other apprentice stormed off in anger, when Rufouspaw approaches him. At first he disregards what it says as unimportant, but for some reason it stays in back of their head for the rest of the day.

In the end they decide to go to this meeting. He doesn't really know why, there's no real reason for it. It might be worth checking out, it might not be. He can still go back to sleep if this isn't wort it. Carefully, they slip out of camp, when they're sure no one is looking. Usually they wouldn't care if they get caught while sneaking, though this time she has a feeling it might be better not to attract any attention. Once she reaches the Sandy Hollow she sees that she's not the only one Rufouspaw asked to meet here. Snapdragonpaw and Cardinalpaw are already there. They briefly wonder if anyone else is coming to or if she's the last one to arrive. Her right ear flicks. Eh, doesn't matter. For moment they survey the other cats present, then he quips: "What's this 'real warrior' thing all about? There's no acknowledgment of the other cats present or a word of greeting. He gets straight to the point of the reason for Rufouspaw summoning them. He's not much of a polite cat and right now he wants to know, if this is worthwhile. If not he wants to go back to his nest.​

so many problems, 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 you can take your pick

• ooc
  —— xxx
• 
  

  base credit​
  now I'm

  drownin',

  I'm

  sinkin'

  it's good to

  feel

  somethin' and I, I wanna

  fly

  I wanna

  burn,

  I wanna

  die

  for cheap

  thrills

  that

  kill

  and tell me I'm

  alive

  ​
• Coyotepaw she/he/they
  ♡ a small cat with fur coloured in different shades of gold, a grey gray back and an emerald green eye as well as a missing eye and a scar on her nose
  ♡ apprentice of Thunderclan
  ♡ 9 moons; ages on the 5th of every month
  ♡ speech thought physical interaction attack
  ♡ peaceful and healing powerplay is allowed
  
  
  penned by Nightfox​

​

 

[RUFOUSPAW]

RUFOUSPAW
​ Welcome to the celebration, baby! ​

One by one, her guests arrived to the hollow, and Rufouspaw couldn't help the smile on her face at the sight of them. She knew it! She'd made the right choice! The dual-pelted cat greeted each of them with the beginnings of a trill in her voice:

"Hi, hi! You made it! Thank the Stars..."

It wasn't long before she realized they weren't quite as excited as she was, however. Cardinalpaw and Coyotepaw seemed a little tense, for one, and then there was Snapdragonpaw... she ventured a guess that her quirked brow was a sign of anticipation. Perhaps they all were feeling it, in their own way...?

Best to not keep them waiting, then.

Rufouspaw cleared her throat.

"You heard Juniperstar. She missed her chance to get SkyClan off our backs—on purpose—and now she wants us to play nice with them, hide from them, let them stomp all over us just 'cause she thinks fighting is bad..."

She flexed her claws with righteous anger as her voice rose higher and higher, then slowly circled around the three cats.

"And that's a hot load of shit! 'S not like she's not a cat, too, cats are born to fight; warriors more than anybody. That's the real problem ya'know: she's forcing her weakness onto all of us, turning us against our own natures! Until someone stronger and smarter comes along and kills us all while the 'council' cries foul and doesn't let us do anything!"

Her speech came to an abrupt stop, as did her steps. She sighed.

"Well, I'm not letting that happen to me. And I know you're not the kind to let her take your claws away from you, either, so..."

This was it: the moment of truth. How exciting! So much so she couldn't quite contain it; her whiskers practically vibrated with energy.

"They don't want us battle training anymore 'cause of the weather or something—"

she pointedly rolled her eyes

"—but who says we can't train ourselves? Behind their backs, at night, here!"

Rufouspaw unsheathed her claws and swiped at the air for dramatic effect.

"Real fighting too—with claws and teeth and everything—so we'll be real warriors, ready for anything..."

She stepped back, watching the other three apprentices with hope in her eyes. The deal had yet to be sealed, but the offer was made... would they take it? Would they join her in the fight for true sanctuary—the kind that lasted, but was fuelled by blood?

"What do you say?"

THE JUDGES ARE JAILED

✦

AND THE FUTURE IS OURS

• OOC: :3
• KEY:
  

  "speech"

  
  

  'thoughts'

  'owlpaw'

  'eaglepaw'

  'vulturepaw'

  
  attempted action
  

  "other character's speech"

  
  
• 
  

  Click on the image to see my full
  reference sheet!​

  Rufouspaw is a small ginger bicolor tabby with tortie point patches and odd blue-green eyes. A former loner, she faces the world with her head held high and her claws at the ready—for she believes danger is lurking at every corner. It remains to be seen whether her foolhardy yet distrusting disposition is justified...
  9 moons, ages every 6th.
  Genderqueer (she/he/it); any gendered terms OK!
  Gyrfalcon x Unknown — Generation 1
  Host of a plural system of 4: Owlpaw, Eaglepaw, Vulturepaw and herself.
  Mentored by Owlbark
  

 

[Snapdragonpaw Snapdragonpaw]

————————————— Everything must come to an end ✦

The dark pelted molly met her companion with a small smile, and Coyotepaw with a curt nod. She didn't know most of the cats of the clan, frankly, she didn't care to, but clearly Rufouspaw saw something in the lot of them after the training, and she was intrigued to see what the scrap of fur had to say.

Speaking of- Rufous' voice trilled in excitement, seeing the cats filter in, without little warning, the tom plunged into her surprisingly well-thought-out plan. That mess of a gathering just from second-hand accounts pissed her off to no end. She had agreed to remain in Thunderclan because they were strong. Powerful seeming cats who could stand their own and meant Snapdragon could coast along getting stronger and get easy meals all for her own task.

But that sorry excuse for a leader giving up one of her "lives" or whatever bullshit these cats had going on, it was ridiculous. That kind of power, her colony would kill for that sort of strength and to hear it be thrown away for the sake of peace?

Silence hung in the air for a brief moment before Snapdragonpaw barked a laugh that filled the air, curled her lips in a sneer with narrowing eyes as she stood from her place on the ground. "Yanno, Rufous, I had ya all wrong." For a cat who seemed to speak in nothing but sarcasm and vitriol, there was something that glittered in her eyes. "Thought all these Thunderclan cats were pushovers, but you're damn right we should take this into our own paws."

The tortoiseshell stepped forward, looking to the tabby with a smile, teeth bared. "Thought these losers trained their young too soft, my colony trained everyone like the soldiers we're s'posed to be." Her tail flicked, recalling the snivelling likes of some of the other apprentices she was stuck dealing with, soft and pathetic.

"Don't think you'll be able to boss me 'round or nothing, or think I'd go easy, but you ain't gotta convince me twice to fight like a real warrior." She flexed her paws, digging into the soft earth underpaw. Snapdragon had already grown restless with the dutiful apprentice act. Getting some actual training in lit her eyes up with the same fire that crawled up her pelt.

————— You've already died twice,

you can still be replaced. —————

• 
  Snapdragonpaw
  ✦—Thunderclan Apprentice | 10 moons
  ✦—She/It/They
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A long-haired tortoiseshell with orange eyes.
  #c41515