PAFP Event RiverClan ShadowClan WHERE THE NORTH WIND MEETS THE SEA ] heist

[Adderfang]

Heart hammering—beating flesh against his ribs like a bird ramming into the bars of its cage. Briefly, his gaze flickers to the apprentice that the warrior ushers away, and to the herbs clutched in her mouth. "What does she have?" He murmured to his patrol. So, they hadn't come for prey but for plants? That was Jinglemoon's area, so he did not understand their value. Though that hardly mattered—these cats were trespassers, filth dredged up from some gutter to take from them.

A dark tom stepped forward to taunt them. Adderfang ran his tongue over his teeth, jaws parting briefly to flash what lay beneath an old wound. Littlebrook voiced some of his thoughts, albeit with another show of words too many.

It was clear these cats thought them weak—just like SkyClan did. They only took plants now, but what would they try to take later? What consequences were they willing to bear to avoid drawing blood? But he held his tongue, idle among them as their usually lighthearted leader spoke. The chill in Pikestar's voice was unlike anything he'd heard before. It almost convinced him that the leader was willing to do what needed to be done. That they wouldn't continue to let these ShadowClanners walk all over them—until Pikestar proved otherwise.

His head snapped to look at Pikestar, teeth bared. "You cannot be serious!" The words rose from his throat in a vicious gargle. He could hardly believe his ears. Pikestar was always a bit on the softer side, but even now, as these cats stole from them, he was willing to let them walk away unscathed? Yes, there were children among them, but they made that decision. They chose to drag kits onto a battlefield where they had no right to be, so they had no right to complain if they got hurt. These cowards were set on using them as shields, and it was working, just like Pikestar was proving to them now.

Adderfang was not cold-hearted. He took no joy in what was happening, but at the end of the day, all that mattered to him was the safety of his family. If he was willing to die to protect them, the same could be said that he would do a lot worse. Life was not fair or kind. There were worse cats than these ones out there, willing to take more. How much would they have to give up then?

He took his frustration out on the grass, claws snagging at roots as his tail lashes sharply behind him. "You cannot bargain with these types, Pikestar. We should give them some incentive not to come back." He hissed. Adderfang knew well what cats like them were capable of.

He watched as Frostmoth and Rainpaw were sent away. Part of him was relieved. If the rest of them didn't come back, at least the clan would have guidance. Frostmoth wouldn't have been his first choice. He would pity the young tom having to step up to take leadership so soon, but he was capable. And at least Jinglemoon wouldn't lose his apprentice after just receiving her.

No sooner had their deputy left them did things truly began to spiral toward chaos. The dual-colored warrior barked hypocrisy. Adderfang scoffed loudly. He knew they would do no different should the tables be turned.

It moved swiftly, outstretched toward Littlebrook. "No!" A sharp bark left him, but it was too late.

Adderfang had done his best to dampen his temper as he grew. That rash, hot-headed tom he once was, behind him now—or so he told himself. But now, as he watched one of the thieves rush toward his clanmate, claws dawn…

The first of much blood to be spilled tonight welled to the surface... and it belonged to RiverClan's own. These cats had made a grave error.

What happened next was a whirl of motion. Brown fur darted past him—Pineheart moving to help Littlebrook, he was sure. Adderfang did not follow. Instead, he directed his attention to the large tom in their path. The Life Guard wouldn't give him a chance to help his fellow warriors. Adderfang rushed forward, ramming into them with all his might.

Rushing forward to intercept @Coalstrike and knock him off balance.

Adderfang: 100/100
- Lean and wiry
- Rolls a 1d20

Rolled a 1d20 → 14

___________________ There wasn't a wrong or a right he could choose 𓆟 He did what he had to do ________________

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• Adderfang he/him & riverclan
  𓆟 Chocolate ticked tabby w/ amber eyes. Peppered with scars. Deep gash across the right side of his face exposing one canine slightly. Missing left ear.
  𓆟 Deep gravelly voice that might unsettle others.
  𓆟 Would and will kill a man.
  𓆟 Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted. For other powerplays, DM.
  𓆟 Fur smells faintly of river reeds and damp earth.
  
  
  penned by Scarlet​

 

[Coalstrike]

I'LL SHOW NO MERCY, I'LL SHOW NO REMORSE.

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Coalstrike had been tracking everything with sharp eyes, he heard the whispered threats, he saw Frostmoth leaving with the medicine cats, heard Stoatpaw's fast steps fading into the reeds. The apprentice and the herbs were already gone. Jadethorn was slipping deeper into RiverClan's camp like a shadow. Vanillapaw would be racing back by now. That was enough.

All they needed now was time.

So when Adderfang charged at him, Coalstrike didn't back down. He braced himself, letting the hit crash into him, muscles tensing as mud splashed around their paws. He didn't move. A low growl rumbled in his chest, half warning, half amusement. He had wanted to dash to Hollowmist, help her out... But she was now occupied with both Pineheart and Littlebrook... A rumble, a flicker of irritation. They could use Cherryblaze to even out the odds here. The one fighting Hollowmist was... Big.

" Stand down, fish-breath. " he finally growled into Adderfang's ear, showing yellow teeth. " You let the young'uns leave with the herbs, no need to add your own broken selves returning to your... Clan. " he spat the world like a mockery and then he shoved hard, knocking Adderfang back a paw-length. Then dug his claws into the wet ground for balance, flicked his tail once toward Hollowmist. A silent signal, Buy more time. Then retreat. Words weren't needed. Hollowmist would understand.

Without warning, he struck, faking high, then going low, claws raking at Adderfang's front leg to trip him. It did not land as harshly as he wanted to, the terrain not quite in his favour but that was okay. He was buying time, not here to waste him time on fish-breathing vermin. " Your herbs will patch you up. " Coalstrike hissed, breath hot and close. " Cherish what you have left. "

100 / 86 [ i think?? ]
rolled a d20: got a 4 for damage from the claws, is this floofy bastard playing with adder? perhaps

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I'll watch the battle until the dust is clear.

 

[Adderfang]

He might as well have slammed into a wall. The two collided with a jolt, mud churning beneath their paws, each refusing to yield. Coalstrike's breath was hot against his ear, wrought with mockery and arrogance. Adderfang gnashed his teeth, amber eyes narrowed on the space just beyond the ShadowClanner's shoulder.

"Then return what you stole and leave, thieving snakes!" He seethed through clenched jaws. Adderfang knew what this tom was trying to do with such pointless sledge. Chipping at him, hoping that it would dull his edge. But Adderfang would not give him that.

The feint came from high and then low. The ShadowClanner is large and well-padded, but not nearly as quick. His lean body twisted, weight shifting to his hind legs as he pivoted back, the blow glancing off his foreleg. He felt the shallow sting, beads of blood welling from fresh cuts.

"Cherish that you still breathe." Adderfang growled, his voice as taut as a snare line. The pounding in his ears grew louder with every heartbeat. It is almost a welcome feeling to be back in the throes of a real battle, but reality is sobering. They had already lost. He always knew that one day their softness would come back to bite them, and so it had.

These cats succeeded in their mission. They got what they came for, and now his clan would pay the price. For a moment, he thought that maybe this ShadowClanner was right—that his wounds would only waste what precious herbs they had left. But… He was far too proud to let them fully evade the repercussions. Adder would make tonight one for them to remember, so next time they may rethink their decision ever to cross that line.

In a fluid motion, he slashed his paw across the ground, sending a spray of muddy water. Then he lunged, flexed claws bearing across the ShadowClan tom's muzzle.

Let him wear that... and let ShadowClan bleed with what they took from us.

Splashing @Coalstrike with muddy water for cover and then rushing in to land blow across his face.

Adderfang: 96/100
- Lean and wiry
- Rolls a 1d20

Rolled a 1d20 → 15

___________________ There wasn't a wrong or a right he could choose 𓆟 He did what he had to do ________________

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• Adderfang he/him & riverclan
  𓆟 Chocolate ticked tabby w/ amber eyes. Peppered with scars. Deep gash across the right side of his face exposing one canine slightly. Missing left ear.
  𓆟 Deep gravelly voice that might unsettle others.
  𓆟 Would and will kill a man.
  𓆟 Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted. For other powerplays, DM.
  𓆟 Fur smells faintly of river reeds and damp earth.
  
  
  penned by Scarlet​

 

[Jinglemoon]

JINGLEMOON, 25 Moons, RiverClan Medicine Cat // He/They // #3b90ff
A long furred blue tabby tom with low white, long pointed ears with curved tips and dazzling blue eyes.
Sibling to ASTRO, Uncle to TWINKLEPAW, ECLIPSEPAW and COMETPAW
Always walks with a jingle in his step! Good listener and ever curious about the world.
Played by DINGO

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Everything was happening so quickly. One moment the nightly patrol had been going well, Jinglemoon had wanted to take his new apprentice, Rainpaw around the RiverClan territory to show her more of the herb spots he had mapped out, then the next moment they had come face to face with ShadowClan cats?? Jinglemoon had not met any of these cats unlike some of his clanmates but he could scent that they were different from ThunderClan or SkyClan... But what were they doing out here?

Stealing herbs apparently. The medicine cat looked perplexed as he watched words be exchanged. Was the other clan in need of medical help so desperately that they were willing to steal from another clans' territory in the middle of the night? "I-Is ShadowClan in trouble? Do they need herbal help?" He felt a pang of pity well up in his chest and thought to offer to lend a paw if ShadowClan really did need it but things were getting heated very quickly. The bravado shown by the ShadowClan warriors did not give off the impression of a clan that needed any help at all and Jinglemoon's ears would flatten as he moved to stand in front of his apprentice, trying to use his tail to draw her closer to him just in case. But then Pikestar spoke.

The blue tabby tom looked bewildered as his gaze flicked between the deputy and the leader. He wanted them and Frostmoth to go back to camp? Couldn't they use Frostmoth's help here? But then again, how many more ShadowClanners had made their way into the territory? What if there was much more of them then just these cats before them and the apprentice who had scampered off? As well, Pikestar was going to let them take what they had already pinched and walk away with it, Jinglemoon was all for helping any cat if they needed it but all ShadowClan needed to do was ask first. He would dip his head to Frostmoth and begin to move to follow but not before turning to Pikestar first, "Pike- Herbs can be as precious to our clan as prey is, especially when the colder seasons come to bite at our tail tips, they can mean the difference between whether I'm able to save a cat or not. I trust you to do the right thing" StarClan chose the other tom for a reason after all, he had to put his faith in that Pikestar would do what was best for RiverClan.

With that said he would turn tail and usher for Rainpaw to follow closely along with him and Frostmoth before falling into step alongside the deputy as they raced back for camp. He'd give the black and white tom an apologetic sort of look, feeling somewhat responsible for why he had been sent back with them since it was herbs that were being stolen. As they began to near camp though Jinglemoon began to worry for the cats who were probably still asleep and unaware of all of what was going on, especially Hazecloud and her kits who might be frightened at all the commotion. "Frostmoth, I can take myself and Rainpaw back to the medicine den, can you check on the nursery for me? Just in case"

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OOC- Jinglemoon has headed for the medicine den in camp! Will place the thread link here for that once it's up!

 

[Hollowmist's iconHollowmist]

♢Worried 'Bout The Future

Ain't Fuckin' With The Past♢

Like the others, it knew the risk when Cicadabuzz requested this of them. To trespass meant the potential for a fight, no matter how stealthy one was. To turn ones back on an enemy-no matter the reason- meant the possibility of opening oneself for attack and that was something Hollowmist would not abide. It was why it had struck first despite the offering of the olive branch Pikestar had given them. It trusted very few cats, least of all a bunch of fish-eaters threatening to kill a child the next they met. In it's mind's eye Halfshade's daughter is in Stoatpaw's place and a growl, low and gutteral, leaves their mouth at the very thought.

The pale furred warrior slides forward with Littlebrook's movement, aiming to match her step for bloody step. Experience told it that giving its opponent as little room to react as possible increased the odds in its favor. It barely reacts at first to the molly's claws, hiss on its lips to retort with its own paw raised to strike the marbled cat across the nose-

Something- no, someone crashes into them, and they find themself torn from their opponent unceremoniously and it snarls in frustration before the sheer weight of the tom forces the air from their lungs in a strangled gasp. "I'm not turning my back on a pack of fish-eaters..!" It's a half-growl, half-taunt from their maw before it's cut off in a moonlit flash of claws across their split face. For a moment, all it can see is the bright red of their own blood before it blinks, staring up at their opponent.

A snarl of pain leaves them, laced with pain and fury and it begins to kick with unsheathed claws at the tom's belly in an attempt to throw Pineheart off.

Vaguely it's aware that Coalstrike behind it had also been attacked by one of the Riverclanners and it grimaces. It's backup was woefully preoccupied so it would need to endure until the night guard could assist them.

Ain't Got No Time To Waste On Bullshit

♢

You Know I Gotta Keep My Head On Straight

• HP- 90/100
  Fighting both @pineheart and @Littlebrook and getting their ass kicked <3
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  Hollowmist
  — Thief of Shadowclan
  — It/They
  "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  — A LH Black/Fawn Chimera W/ High White (LaPerm)
  #a7767c

 

[Coalstrike]

The blow landed. Mud streaked his muzzle, a trick to earn blood... And said blood followed, thin, but undeniable. For a heartbeat there was a painful silence. Coalstrike didn't flinch, didn't hiss out in pain. He merely turned his head, slow and deliberate as amber hues locked onto Adderfang's like a predator deciding where to bite first. The glint of amusement that had danced in them before was gone, burned out, replaced by a dark, simmering fury.

" So... " he snarled, voice low and venom-laced but with an almost sickening, mocking tone. " You do have teeth. " His lip curled back, exposing them. Long. Sharp. Deadly. " And yet you waste them snapping at your betters like a cornered rat. " he snarled out and then he surged forward without a second warning.

No feint. No trick. Just sheer force. Coalstrike's shoulder slammed into Adderfang's chest, a calculated shove meant to knock the wind from him, to remind the fool of the difference between courage and power. Then his claws lashed upward, fast and vicious, aiming to rake across Adderfang's exposed shoulder with the precision of a warrior who knew exactly where pain lived.

" You want to make this a night to remember? " Coalstrike hissed, breath hot and eyes blazing. " Then remember this, your claws may sting, but mine maim. " he reared back, tail lashing through the mud behind him like a whip, eyes refusing to break contact. The game was over. Now it was punishment.

___________________ I DON'T FORGIVE, I DON'T FORGET ☆ A wound's a warning, a debt is a debt. ___________________

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• COALSTRIKE he/him, shadowclanner, sixty-six moons.
  ☆ a lh black cat dangerous amber eyes. has a mane around his head, is huge [ grandiose ]
  ☆ mentoring vanillapaw
  ☆ loyal to sable, despises thunderclan
  ☆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ☆ penned by lion ↛ lionharted on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

71 / 100
bulky and dangerous
rolled a d20 = 16 dmg

 

[Littlebrook]

⋆˚✿˖° I was dancing in the rain, I felt alive and I can't explain

Littlebrook could barely hear the rush of blood in her ears over the chaos that erupted, her own snarl sounding in the air as she sized up Hollowmist once more. Strong, certainly... There was a graze on her nose, a bit of blood that welled up. It was all Hollowmist was allowed to do before Pineheart had crashed into her. She looked to him, all rage and instinct... A tom who had thrown himself into the fray with all the desperation of someone who refused to grieve again. And for a brief, breathless moment... The fear of seeing him act without hesitation is overtaken by something else. That damn flutter again. That fierce, awful ache that came from seeing someone care deeply...

But then she managed a glance toward another team... Adderfang, fighting the large tom. Outmatched, in size atleast. Adderfang was strong but wiry... A beautiful RiverClanner, but... She saw the hit he received from the black-furred tom and her heart ached. This opponent was far larger than Adderfang was... More the size of Pineheart. And then, her ache twisted into urgency, because she knew what she had to do, what she had to suggest.

Littlebrook settled her eyes upon Pineheart, her body tense and ready to act, ready to jump at Hollowmist once more, the moment her question had been answered. " Pineheart! " she yowled out, voice sharp, commanding... Hers. " Switch out with Adderfang! I've got this one, don't worry! " she promised. There is a trust in her heart that he will listen, that he understood she would not say it unless she meant it.

She would be fine. She had too much to live for. Lilacbird, Torrentpaw, Squid, Pineheart... No, she would be okay. She vowed that. What she needed now was Pineheart to trust that, to not fight her battles but instead help the clanmates who need it. " Adderfang needs you more right now. " she meowed, giving a blink in his direction a sliver of a smile. " So go. " she urged, her eyes settled on Hollowmist, ready to dash forward the moment Pineheart would move away from her.

And the damn flutter in her ache assured her... They were both fighting.

✿────────────── ──────── Brook ──────── ─────────────✿

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90 / 100
ready to barge into Hollowmist the moment Pineheart leaves

 

[pineheart]

✦ Pineheart barely hears Hollowmist's words, barely feels their claws– not because it doesn't land, or draw blood, but because the adrenaline pumping through his veins seems to block out all his senses. His heart is beating loud and fast, banging against his ear drums. He lifts a large paw, claws still unsheathed and dripping blood, ready to deliver what might have been a fatal blow, when through the cacophony of sound, one voice reaches him– Brook. He blinks, as if shaken from a deep stupor, turning to look at her through glazed eyes. Adderfang? What was she talking about? His head turns quickly, and he sees Adderfang taking on the large hulking tom, who is at least twice the size of the wiry tom. His eyes return to Littlebrook as she speaks again, voice urgent but sure. For a moment, he hesitates. But only for a moment.

He nods, then, without a word, pushes off the white cat still below him, darting towards the large black tom, who in that moment strikes out towards Adderfang– but Pineheart's body is long, and he is fast, and before his claws connect, Pineheart is there.

"How about taking on someone your own size before talking a big game, mouse brain?" He snarls, face twisted in anger even as he feels the claws rake further down his side– the blow had been aimed for Adderfang's shoulders, which were well below Pineheart's own. He shoots Adderfang a look over his shoulder, heavy with meaning– "go!" He shouts, and nothing more, not wanting to give away his intention. But it's clear enough in his eyes; help someone else. Help Brook. I can take this one.

And as he slides to a halt, he swoops a clawed paw forward, aiming to take out the large toms' front paws from under him, hoping to leave deep gashes in his wake, tendons if he can reach them, though the other toms fur is deceivingly thick.

haven't had a dream in a long time

see, the life i've had could make a good man go bad

• ooc: tagging out @Adderfang and attacking @Coalstrike !
  80/100hp
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  PINE, - 50 moons / riverclan + warrior
  large brown tabby town
  mentor to Torrentpaw
  healing and peaceful powerplay allowed