Yuccablossom was not known for being a very sneaky she-cat. This was primarily because she always giggled before "attacking" a target. She had tried so, so hard to hold back this time, too, but she just couldn't help herself from erupting into laughter as she launched herself from the undergrowth and into Leucisticcrow's flank, "You're losing your edge. I thought cats who lived in DayClan didn't get old!" She taunted playfully, giving her father a huge, watery lick from chin to the tip of his ear, "Anyways, I'm glad to see you're made another friend, so I won't keep you apart for too terribly long. I'm curious, though..." She leaned in close now, her mouth brushing against the fur that stuck out of her father's ear, "...Just what is your relationship with the lovely Carrie Darrie?" Faith fox

An unfamiliar face walked into DayClan's camp. The tom was peachy-colored with orange spots and had a sort of shambling gait, clearly very nervous, only occasionally looking up to try and make eye contact with someone but chickening out before it happened. Paws trembling he finally mustered up the courage to approach the cat nearest to him, Pandora. After taking a deep breath, began to ramble with a slightly hushed tone, doing his best not to draw too much attention to himself outside of just this she-cat's, "Hello, my name is Wisteriasun, I'm originally from SummerClan but thought that maybe I'd be happier if I moved to DayClan. I mean after all there's a wisteria tree right in the middle of camp, it just seems fitting, you know? Hahaha.... ha. But I uh, I don't know what to do now that I'm here... can you help me?" Honeystorm

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Viatrix was in her nest, adamant about getting extra sleep regardless of whatever kind of stupid dream she'd had earlier in the night. No one told her what to do much less some stupid, high-and-mighty dead cats.

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Figured, right when he was in the thick of suffering that his daughter would ram her way over to put delight and warmth in his life. How dare she, that was scheduled for noon! Mornings were for morning misery, everyone knew that.

"ICK! Yucca," Leucisticcrow complained as he rubbed off the slobbery lick, but moved Yuccablossom closer to him in a tight squeeze, "How's my girly been?" He asked, his tired tone still just as loving as ever, but the question had hardly left his mouth when his daughter had already asked him a question. His radioactive green eyes turned to peer at Eshek before moving back to Yucca, "Oh, there's so many good lies I could tell you I can hardly pick. She's my florist, I'm going for a new look. She's a chipmunk whisperer here to teach chipmunks to walk right into peoples mouths. She's an ex circus cat who has agreed to teach me the trade. I mean, take your pick, there's so many good options," Leucisticcrow smirked at Yuccablossom, but his demeanor quickly shifted as he knocked Yuccablossom off him fast before nudging her back up right in time to spot a human hand move across the camp entrance.


"Oh hi Wisteriasun, I'm Autumngossamer," The orange tabby said making her way up to her, but she had barely introduced herself when the two-leg titans came crashing towards their camp. "Soaringbird!" Autumngossamer called out to her, noticing that she happened to be closest to where the two-legs were. Jetclaw Jadie


There were at least eight two-legs if not more approaching the entrance of DayClan's camp. With it being still early in the morning not a single patrol had left yet leaving the entirety of DayClan at their mercy. All except for those who had left at the crack of dawn to meet at White Tree with StarClan... The two-legs almost waltzed into the camp right away, but paused after seeing the sheer number of cats there. Instead they opted to fumble with the cages, nets, and other tools they had brought before continuing forward in a line so no cat could try and run past them.


Glowstar rose up from the wisteria throne at the sudden silence that filled camp, but was immediately out from the veil of purple vines when she scented the two-legs. DayClan technically only had one exit, but there were the emergency tunnels that led to Moon Creek. Only older members of DayClan would be able to remember the location of the tunnels and since Rubyflame wasn't around Glowstar raced to the tunnel entrance. But right as she was about to call everyone to evacuate down it she noticed the tunnel entrance was stuffed with two-leg junk, but the most eye catching one being barbed wire. They were never going to be able to crawl past that, they were trapped.

"DayClan evacuate to the dens or climb out of camp using the trees and ruins!" Glowstar called.

".... I'm good," Sweetwheat told her mother. Her fur was still mostly in place from yesterday morning when she last groomed, and she was content to leave it as it was. She folded her paws over each other and settled down to watch her mother and siblings interact with the newcomer.

As the twolegs entered the camp, she sprang to her paws and slunk a few steps back, wary gaze darting from one massive creature to the other. Should she run? Should she stay and fight? They were too strong for her to take on, but maybe she could make a big enough hole for her family to slip through. The twolegs wouldn't be able to kill her, she would be safe... unless they found out... Sweetwheat spun around, jerking her head from side to side as she frantically sought her brother. "Harv, we need to go!" she yowled. Faith


Divedescent and Trackingdestiny were sharing prey when the twolegs made their arrival. Trackingdestiny hissed in terror and shot for the entrance, trying and failing to squeeze between their legs before he was snatched up.

Divedescent was frozen until he heard Glowstar's command. Right-- right, they needed to move. Without looking around for Inklore, he sprinted for a den to go hide within.

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Leucisticcrow looked back at the two-legs then at Yuccablossom, for as much as he loved to ditch his children he knew he shouldn't, but he was also one of the few that could leave to get help, "Alright, stay safe."

Backing up he spun around to see Carriondare in his vision, "Yeah, no, I'll be fine, I'll get them to help us out, but if I'm going to make it I have to leave now." If a bear rampaged into camp he wouldn't have a hint of worry, but two-legs left him with a raw sense of dread. They could carry their entire clan away further than he or any cat could travel with their own paws. They had ways of killing cats that were unordinary to any type of kill he had ever witnessed. There were a lot more variables that not even the strongest cat could be capable of facing. So a part of him acknowledged that when he turned away from Eshek and Yucca that this might be the last thing he ever said and the last time he may ever see them. "Love you both."

Running off to wisteria tree, he quickly found what he was looking for, the stone that Goldenstar had trapped his element in. Fishing it out he closed his eyes, feeling the inky blackness of shadow creeping over him until a shadow was all that he was.  Moving through the shadows, exiting and reemerging he left camp. He never took his power back by the end of his punishment, he didn't really need it or desire the abilities it gave him, but in this instant he would use it once more. If he was fast enough everyone would be okay...

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Harvestcharm was already being carefully dumped out from a net and into a crate. But hearing Sweetwheat's cries the two-leg immediately turned their attention on her.

Autumngossamer quickly nosed Wisteriasun into the direction of the dens before immediately running in front of Sweetwheat, "Sweet, whatever happens, be friendly to the two-legs and you'll find a chance to escape," She promised her quickly before the two-leg scooped up Autumn first as she willingly stood in place to give Sweetwheat the opportunity to try and flee.

The two-legs were making quick work with their formation, by now they had already filled up so many crates that they were grabbing new ones left and right. One two-leg managed to grab ahold of Divedescent's hindlegs, pulling the tom out before he could go all the way in. The two-leg wore thick long gloves to avoid any pain from his claws as they tried to stuff him inside.

But soon enough Carriondare, Glowstar, Soaringbird, Sweetwheat, Yuccablossom, and Wisteriasun were all that were left, cornered without anywhere to run, but inside of their traps. One by one they were pushed into cages or caught in nets and transferred into the cages. The cages were stuffed into the back of a car before the doors shut, swallowing them up into darkness, onto an uncertain road ahead

Carriondare sat hunch-shouldered beside Yuccablossom - though the Head Peacekeeper didn’t need it, with Lucistic gone Eshek had subconsciously saddled herself with the task of protecting her and keeping her safe until they got back home. Her expression was sullen and grumpy and her scent not her own; she smelled like play-dough and sweet candles and cherry pie. To add to that, she had little purple rubber sheathes over her claws, to stop her from scratching people, and they’d been trimmed to useless bluntness.

She itched angrily at her pink sparkly collar with her back leg, letting out a bad-tempered growl the more she itched - this collar was driving her insane. After a few moments, she got her back claws stuck underneath it and fell over onto her side, thrashing until she managed to dislodge her leg and push herself back up. “I’m gonna go crazy!” she snapped, sitting back up and releasing her collar from around her back paw with such force that it snapped back in place around her neck with an audible clatter and made the little bell jingle. Eshek growled bloody murder. She wanted to flail around on the ground in a screaming chaos of claws until she ripped it off. She didn’t know how Innocentia coped with her golden bell.

Her twolegs had three bratty children who delighted in petting her and forcing her to sleep on their bunkbed, and every time she caterwauled and growled low in her throat for an impossibly long time and left them with bloody scratches on their arms, she was locked for the night in the laundry with the awful smelling flowers. She’d wondered, sometimes, if she’d enjoy the kittypet life - she wanted something peaceful and loving, after all, something simple and safe and constant; maybe she’d like curling up on someone’s bed or in front of a fire and purring when they kissed her.

Turned out, she didn’t.

Experiment done. She was happy to go back to the wild, thanks.

She’d spent all of the previous night sitting on the tiled windowsill in the laundry with one of the brats crying upstairs over their latest scratches and being comforted by the mother, staring out at the night-time gardens and houses and longing to see Lucistic’s green eyes flash in the dark. She could just see the house Glowstar had been adopted out to from there; she’d gazed at the glowing orange light in the windows all night long, and whenever she’d caught a silhouetted glimpse of the leader among the curtains, she’d felt both comforted and hopelessly afraid. Her expression had been both that of a war-hardened soldier and a sorrowful she-cat soon to be a mother. Glowstar would get them out, or Lucistic would. They’d been in worse situations than this. They had to. It wouldn’t be long before her twolegs took her to be put down; she knew enough about kittypets to know that was what was coming. She was gruffly resigned to it.

Now, though her voice was typically acerbic and disrespectful and her posture was hunched, there was a hint of subservient trust, almost meekness, like she wanted to be approved of, in it when she addressed Glowstar. She leaned forward slightly, like she was nervous about addressing all the DayClan cats. “Maybe the chips in the collars have a- a, y’know, radius. We could try to tunnel down so the signal don’t reach, or try to get up high, or…” Her suggestions were all stupid and useless. It made her angry; her pelt prickled slightly along her shoulders and spine, her posture stiffening and her voice growing louder. “Anyway, I get this is s’posed to be a democracy or whatever but you’re the leader. Your son is out there and we don’t even know if he made it outta camp. You should be the one tellin’ us what to do.” When she was afraid, she got accusatory and defensive.

Divedescent pushed himself through the throng of cats and toward the front of the crowd. Around his neck was a worn leather collar; it was heavy and smelled a bit like the cat he was now living with, but it was comfortable, and he often forgot he was even wearing it. He was stymied when two cats moved into his way, letting out a frustrated growl until he was interrupted by some quiet muttering. "What did you say?" He cast a sideways glance at Wisteriasun. "You've got an idea? Yeah, so do I, so get me up to the front." @jadie



Sweetwheat's new owner was a bent old she-twoleg with a neat, mostly empty den. It was a quiet place to live; she could smell there had been many cats here before, mostly kittens, but they had all gone by the time she had arrived. Most of her day was spent alone, but at night the twoleg always sat her down in the corner and stroked her back with hairless grabby paws until Sweetwheat ate the bland food pebbles. It was a silent misery, but she remembered her mother's advice and went along with what the elder wanted, no matter how uncomfortable it made her.

As she wove through the crowd, she had far less interest in the ideas the other cats were sharing and was instead keen on locating her family. Harvestcharm had been taken long before her, but her mother was snatched right in front of her eyes; had they both made it here? Faith

Carriondare’s stressed grumpiness thawed at Yuccablossom’s offer, her expression softening to something that just looked tired as she turned her head to smile at Lucistic’s daughter. It was weary, but as gentle as she could manage. “Thanks, hon, but I’m fine,” she replied quietly. She thought about nudging Yucca’s shoulder with her own or patting her paw or something but Eshek was awkward about any genuine physical affection or show of vulnerability that wasn’t jokingly draping herself across someone or invading their personal space, so she just stayed where she was sitting, slightly less hunched than before. Her bad attitude wasn’t helping anyone, least of all Yucca, so she tried to pull herself together for her sake.

Dragging herself to her paws, she slunk over to Innocentia and flopped down at her friend's little white paws, burying her face into her fluffy fur. "Tia, this sucks," she whined once she was away from Yucca and didn't have to act like an adult anymore. "I don't know how you do it." Faith

Eshek looked up at the thunderous purring, half-rolling over to look at the huge, fluffy she-cat that had just arrived. “Whoa,” Eshek whispered in awe, her neck craned back against the park lawn and her eyes that had been narrowed before growing even huger than usual. “Now that’s a woman.” Jadie

She was distracted by Dive...down or whatever his name was's less than polite address to Wisteriasun. "HEY," she snapped, pointing a paw at the tom through the crush of cats. "Don't be rude to the cute summer boy. You can talk after." She buried her face back in Innocentia's fur. Cleaver

Soaringbird looked uncomfortable shuffling her paws. Her sister Burningsummer was close to kitting, and had been unable to attend the meeting. She was terrified of what would happen if she kitted while in the twolegs captivity.

But she was also very overdue.

Even without the threat of the cutter, Soaringbird knew they were on crunch time and had to get out.

She shifted uncomfortably back when the massive she cat leaned over Glowstar's back. "I think water... could work." She meowed. "But how long would we need to swim for?"

"We won't need to swim if we can find a spot where we can submerge the collars while wading into the water." Mysteryleaf pointed out. "Perhaps if we head for the ocean. The waves are powerful and might be able to carry us a ways off making it hard for them to find us."