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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


  • "speech" - thoughts

  • 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
 
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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.
 
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


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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
 
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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


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"


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

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

 

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.


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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
 
⋆˚✿˖° 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.




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

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.



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

 
Long thin claws clipped across a stout muzzle. He felt the moment they drew blood, satisfaction swelling in his chest… but his victory came small and short-lived.

The moment of impact knocked the breath from his lungs, a wet gasp wringing free as the tom's shoulder slammed into his chest. Spots danced behind his eyes, vision tunneling for the briefest second before his claws dug into the warrior's thick pelt, scraping downward as he was shoved back through the mud, which spackled his legs. He staggered but maintained his stance, heels dug stubbornly into the brown slosh beneath their paws.

A sharp hiss slithered into Adderfang's ear, venomous as the real thing. The words were a muffled his, drowned by the pounding in his ears. The black-furred brute surged again, faster than he anticipated. There was no time to move out of the way. Adderfang braced himself for the blow—only for it to never land.

A blur cut between them, his fellow Life Guard suddenly at his side. Claws intercepted claws, and the blow that was meant for him glanced off Pineheart's side instead. Claws connected, but it was not the brutal, punishing hit that it would have been on the larger tom.

As he retreated from the fight, shame burned down his throat.

Adderfang's teeth clenched until he could taste the blood welling between his gums, ears flicking back with frustration, but he did not argue. A long tail whipped through the air as he spun on his heels.

A slitted gaze snapped toward shapes across the clearing—Littlebrook and the other Shadowclanner, the one Pineheart had been tearing into moments ago. He saw that Littlebrook was already back in the thick of it, facing down the ShadowClanner the moment the Life Guard left.

Mud splattered his legs as Adderfang rushed ahead, latching onto the swell of adrenaline to numb the blow to his bruised ego. He would not leave Littlebrook to face her enemy alone... Nor would he give it a chance to toy with him like its clanmate had. Adderfang moves in to divert its attention, claws searching for a piece of exposed flesh to leave his mark on.

Assisting @Littlebrook and taking out his frusterations out on @Hollowmist . Took halfed damage from the shoulder shove @Coalstrike inflicted.

Adderfang: 88/100
- Lean and wiry
- Rolls a 1d20

Rolled a 1d20 → 14


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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
 
♢Worried 'Bout The Future

Ain't Fuckin' With The Past♢

Hollowmist struggles underneath the massive tom who as far as it can tell is hardly bothered by their claws raking against him, teeth are bared in defiance as a massive paw is raised above them and it braces themself for what is almost certainly a dangerous blow. It's a blow that never comes however as Littlebrook's voice cuts through the two's snarling and once more Hollow finds itself struggling for breath as Pineheart springboards off of it, crushing it deeper into the mud.

They barely manage to roll to their feet when the marbled tabby slams into them and they stagger with a growl before twisting, teeth finding a shoulder and refusing to let go. The bite itself is short-lived when a blur of brown charges into the chimera's peripheral and it tears itself away from Littlebrook in an attempt to avoid the blow. They're still struggling to get a breath after being pinned by the massive tom, and its obvious when Hollowmist is too slow to avoid the hit, ivory claws making deep scores along its flank.

A hiss leaves it, claws flexing in the dirt before it lashes out once more, reaching for Adderfang's chest with muddied paws.


Ain't Got No Time To Waste On Bullshit

  • HP- 76/100
    Fighting both @Littlebrook and @Adderfang and struggling, focusing on Adder
    Rolled 1d20 -> 9 for brook, rolled 1d20 -> 13 for adder
  • Hollowmist
    — Thief of Shadowclan
    — It/They
    "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
    — A LH Black/Fawn Chimera W/ High White (LaPerm)
    #a7767c

 

The large tom felt the shift before he saw it, heard it through the pitched voice of Littlebrook. His heated eyes were fixated upon Adderfang. THAT was his victim in this case, his target. But Pineheart was... Persistent. And when his claws didn't quite catch the wiry tom's, he snarled. Claws met enough flesh, yes... But not all. Somebody had intercepted, had come between... The large RiverClan tom: Pineheart. Pineheart. What a ridiculous name. Soft.

The black-furred warrior turned, jaws curling back in a snarl. Blood stained his muzzle, his claws, his pride. But it was not his own wounds that fed the fire burning beneath his pelt. It was the audacity. " You think this is your fight now? " he growled, low and thunderous. " Step into the jaws of a wolf and expect to walk away? " Pineheart's snarl only deepened Coalstrike's disdain.

The blow across his paws registered, but he barely flinched. His thick fur helped him in this battle, softened the blow. He shifted with it, planting his weight low as the claws carved lines through thick fur and the flesh beneath. He hissed, more from annoyance than pain and then with a movement like a collapsing avalanche, he struck.

Coalstrike lunged, body twisting in close. He aimed to drive his shoulder into Pineheart's ribs, all weight behind it, then pivoted to rake his hind claws toward the younger tom's belly. " You're fast. I'll give you that. But speed can't save you when your legs snap like twigs. " he growled out, malice clear in his voice. A flash of movement in the corner of his eye... Adderfang, slinking away. Coalstrike's lip curled into a snarl. " Run. " he spat toward him, voice laced with venom. " Run, little fish, before I decide you're worth finishing after. "

But he didn't chase. No. His focus was locked now fully on Pineheart. This wasn't about strategy anymore. Not just about victory. This was dominance. This was about breaking something proud just to prove it could be broken. And with a low growl that built in his chest like a gathering storm, Coalstrike surged forward once more. " You wanted my attention? " he hissed, claws slashing through the mud, " Then earn it. "

  • "speech"
  • 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.


65 / 100
bulky and dangerous
 

CICADABUZZ, 30 moons / shc + med. cat
a SH cinnamon tabby/chocolate tortie chimera w/ black eyes
parent to deathberrykit, hemlockkit, mistletoekit ; mentor to magpiepaw
a reserved, pragmatic healer driven by duty rather than sentiment
Cicadabuzz doesn't look back when Wolfpack speaks—just acknowledges his presence with a flick of one ear, their pace steady and low to the ground as they slip between the bracken. The dew has gathered thick on the leaves here, making every brush of movement a gamble in sound. So they move deliberately, with all the patience of water carving through stone. They trust Wolfpack to do the same. They don't comment on the growl. They heard it, of course. Cicadabuzz hears everything. But words here are wasted breath, and the mission doesn't care for his discontent. There will be time—later—for disagreement, if there needs to be. Not now.

The forest shifts as they move deeper into RiverClan's land, underbrush giving way to soft reeds and the rich, wet scent of waterlogged soil. The air is heavy with moisture, touched faintly by the sharp tang of fish and the distant hush of flowing water. Cicadabuzz inhales slowly, tasting the territory with each step. They lead with intention—not toward the heart of camp, but curving wide around it, taking the long route. Patience buys silence. When a branch cracks somewhere behind—too far to be one of theirs—Cicadabuzz freezes, low to the earth, and doesn't breathe for three heartbeats. Their tail stills. Their ears turn back, listening. A larger animal, maybe. Maybe not. They don't signal. They trust Wolfpack to wait with them, silent and still.

Once the moment passes, they move again, softer than before. No rush. No panic. Each pawstep is careful, deliberate. The pads of their feet are slick with moisture now, staining bits of crushed pine and moss as they step through a shallow streambed. Mud sucks faintly at their paws, but they are quiet even in that. They don't speak, but they do glance sideways once as they carefully pass beneath a low-hanging branch. The look is brief, unreadable in the dim. A check. A silent accounting. Then they return their eyes forward. The sky is still curtained in cloud. Good.

Cicadabuzz drops lower again and keeps moving.

[ will continue in a separate thread :3 will insert link when made ]

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

Brook didn't hesitate. The moment Hollowmist was shoved off her by Adderfang's well-timed strike, she staggered back just enough to breathe, just enough to feel the pain in her shoulder where teeth had broken skin, and the sting of her own blood seeping into her fur. But there was no room for weakness. Not now. Not when this wasn't just a fight... It was a violation. Her breath came out in a low hiss, and her eyes, usually soft, usually watching, they were narrow now, gleaming with a cold, wild fury. Adderfang was hurt. And she was bleeding. Their land had been stepped on like it was nothing. The chance for peace had been cast aside, spit on, mocked. And Hollowmist, this creature of snarls and spite and sun-bleached defiance.... Was still standing.

Not for long.

Adderfang, lean and wiry despite the crimson already matting his pelt, moved beside her with the quiet grace of a snake ready to strike. Brook caught his eye for only a moment. It was enough. They didn't need words. Not now. They were beyond diplomacy. They were feral. And so she lunged. Her snarl ripped through the clearing as she barreled into Hollowmist again, claws unsheathed and eyes locked, every muscle coiled to kill if she had to. This was her home. Her clan. Her family. And this was what happened when you dared to threaten it. " You'll regret this. " she spat between strikes, voice low and trembling with wrath. " You'll answer for every drop of blood spilled on our land. "


She didn't know what would come of this after. What Pikestar would say, or how diplomacy might be salvaged from the wreckage. But right now? Brook didn't care about peace. Not when war had walked into her home uninvited. Not when her kin bled beside her. Not when Hollowmist was still breathing. And she would show them what it meant to challenge the river.



81 / 100
dmg 8 onto Hollowmist
 
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Littlebrook barreled into their enemy, and for now, all Adderfang could do was support her. They were occupied but far from subdued—claws caught on his chest, ripping a fresh line of pain across his pelt. Mud splattered hocks, blood swirled into filth, which caked into fur. The toms scarred jaws parted into a snarl as he endured the pain.

He darted in where he could to maintain the pressure. Forcing its focus to split between them, doing what he could to keep it contained between them. Adderfang swatted at the paws that reached for him, little more than tufts of fur tore shed in the process.

Continuing to support @Littlebrook and diverting @Hollowmist's attention.

Adderfang: 75/100
- Lean and wiry
- Rolls a 1d20

Rolled a 1d20 → 4


  • "speech" - thoughts

  • 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
 
♢Worried 'Bout The Future

Ain't Fuckin' With The Past♢

Hollowmist was beginning to flag, breath coming in short gasps as they stood in an attempt to catch their breath. Blinking away the blood from the wound on their face was beginning to become a losing battle and it growled in frustration, shaking their head vigorously in an attempt to clear their sight. It was short-lived. Brook slams into them and they roll with the momentum, white fur dyed black with mud and still fresh wounds stinging with the impact.

For a moment all it can see is marbled fur, the molly's breath is near burning in it's ear and it snarls. With teeth bared, it bites down on whatever it can reach. Hind legs kick furiously in an attempt to throw her off.

Littlebrook's tone was chilling, but that served to strengthen its resolve. If it was going to die here it was going to bring Brook down with it if it could. Adderfang was still skulking around- a brown paw slapping near uselessly against their side. One of these two needed to turn tail and run.

The blow wasn't painful, far from it, but it did the job in keeping Hollowmist from focusing on one or the other. "Why don't you back off and go running after the rest of your patrol!" It was the warning growl of a cornered animal. One that went ignored by their opponent and they moved, entirely reactionary, tearing itself away from Brook to twist around and clamp bloodied jaws on the tom's leg as he began to withdraw it.


Ain't Got No Time To Waste On Bullshit

  • HP- 64/100
    Fighting both @Littlebrook and @Adderfang and struggling, focus split between both and trying to drive Adder off
    Rolled 1d20 -> 17 for brook, rolled 1d20 -> 13 for adder
  • Hollowmist
    — Thief of Shadowclan
    — It/They
    "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
    — A LH Black/Fawn Chimera W/ High White (LaPerm)
    #a7767c

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

Littlebrook's legs trembled beneath her, but she stood like stone. The pain was sharp, electric, still blooming from the place Hollowmist's teeth had sunk in, still burning where claws had raked her sides. Her breath came in ragged pulls, and her shoulder throbbed with every twitch of muscle. But she didn't back down. She never backed down. The shriek she'd let out moments before still echoed faintly in the reeds, but her voice now was steel. Her teeth were bared, lips pulled back in a snarl that showed just how close she was to losing what restraint she had left. And even though her swipe hadn't landed with the full fury she wanted, it had still carried a message: she was not finished.

Not while Hollowmist still stood. Not while ShadowClan dared breathe RiverClan air.

" Why don't you? " she hissed again, louder this time, stepping forward despite the blood that now marked her trail. " You're the ones trespassing. Leave. " There was no fear in her voice. Only rage. Only exhaustion. Only the raw defiance of a mother with everything to lose and no intention of letting that happen. Behind her, she could hear Adderfang shift, preparing to lunge again if need be. The tension between them and the enemy stretched tight, poised on the edge of violence, but Littlebrook held fast, even as pain pulsed through her like a second heartbeat. Her body was wounded. Her spirit was not.

" If this is how you seek peace. " she growled, " Then ShadowClan's rotten. "

She bled. She shook. But she stood.



64 / 100
rolled d20 for 2 dmg
 
The sound of Littlebrook's pain breaks through his focus. His eyes snapped toward her and the falter in her step said everything.

His gut twisted, a flicker of panic threatening to take root, but he forced it down. He couldn't lose focus. Sharp teeth raked his leg, fresh pain spreading in raw lines up his forelimb. He tensed, a growl scraping past his teeth.

"Go—now, Brook!" The tom snapped. He was certain Pineheart would never forgive him if something happened to her. If he were in Pineheart's position he would not have been able to do what the tom did. He would not have come to the aid of another, even if she told him to, not if it was Wavesong bleeding in place of Brook.

That truth made the shame burn ever hotter beneath his pelt. He had failed them in more ways than one today.

His gaze cut back to the intruder, narrowed with fury. Enough. They overstayed their welcome long enough.

He surged forward, lunging for Hollowmist as they struggled to recover. Jaws parted, seeking the back of their neck like a queen correcting an unruly kit—but ultimately, he seized whatever flesh he could find.

Mud kicked up in clumps as he hauled them across the ground, force rippling in his haunches, and he propelled himself step by step through the clearing. They claw and hiss like a feral rat. Its claws find skin, and red blooms in its place, but the tom does not care.

The willows parted like a curtain to where the river waited.

Adderfang pulled them off the bank and into the cold embrace. Water lapped at his legs, soothing against burning wounds. He stepped deeper, until the weight in his jaws jerked and kicked with desperation. With a snarl, he used every bit of his strength to shove it beneath the surface, letting the river swallow them whole.

Telling @Littlebrook to leave. Dragging @Hollowmist into the river and giving the stinky little creature a bath. Hollowmist may roll twice in their next post!

Adderfang: 62/100
- Lean and wiry
- Rolls a 1d20

Rolled a 1d20 → 19


  • "speech" - thoughts

  • 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
 
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The large black tom speaks, and it only works to annoy Pineheart more. He moves back around to draw his attention from Adder and Brook, eyes glinting. It's been a while since he fought something his own size. Had it not been for the surrounding circumstances, he might've enjoyed himself.

Coalstrike lunges, and instead of attempting to dodge, Pineheart tenses his muscles to prepare for the blow– it sends him skidding through the mud, and as he goes, he makes sure to send some flying in the direction of Coalstrike's face. His long claws reach out for Pineheart's belly, but the first blow has sent him far enough back that the wounds they leave aren't too deep, though it still hurts.

"Somebody likes the sound of their own voice," Pineheart chuckles before spitting out a small amount of blood. Either his own or Hollowmist's, he isn't sure.

As Coalstrike surges forwards again, Pineheart dodges to the side, his paws more used to the slippery terrain, to using it to his advantage– he slides out of the way, before pushing off the ground and landing messily on Coalstrike's back, sending them both into the mud– his claws tear at anything they can reach, while his teeth clamp down on what he quickly realizes is the tip of the other tom's ear, which he quickly spits out, this time sure the blood that follows is not his own.

Then, he hears Brook's yowl– and he sees red. He's going to kill Hollowmist, tear it into tiny pieces– he attempts to disentangle himself from the other tom, eager to get his own fight over with, knowing that as soon as he sends this egotistic idiot running he can help Brook.


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  • PINE, - 49 moons / riverclan + warrior
    large brown tabby town
    adopted guardian of Torrentpaw and Squidpaw / future mentor to Torrentpaw
    healing and peaceful powerplay allowed