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OVERVIEW | NightClan has suffocated the fight out of SummerClan. They have killed, beaten, and oppressed to gain this victory, and life has been radically changed by that. Ratstar has been usurped following the invasion, replaced by Stormstar, and there are some mixed emotions beginning to surface as some cats resist and others resign. However, using coded messages created by the Garden Keepers, many Warriors, Garden Keepers, and Apprentices alike have been sneaking out past their curfew to participate in trainings led by Sunpetal and Rosethorn, and together the Clan is strengthening right under NightClan's nose. It has been over a moon since the night of the invasion and now, with the morning sun rising, it is time for SummerClan to act.
Another cat might have wavered with so many eyes on them, but Sunpetal confidently stood at the center of it all. It was a gray morning - somber, muted, silent, like the world was in anticipation of today - but there was nothing melancholy in the way the SummerClan cats pressed together, basking in the solidarity thrilling through them. "I hope you all got some sleep. I don't know when we'll get a chance to do so safely after tonight." If there was any fear in her clanmates, it wasn't reflected back at her; instead, she saw steely determination. She didn't need to announce the stakes; everyone knew what they were sacrificing by being here, by resisting. NightClan could outperform them in sheer strength alone - they'd already proven that - and some would say this was nothing more than a suicide pact, but Sunpetal was done watching her clan yield. Even if it had just been her standing here, she would have rebelled until her last breath. Instead, she was lucky enough to be surrounded by her family and friends, cats she'd grown up with and trained beside and loved. The hope started as a tiny, flickering thing, a distant candle on a foggy night. It had taken like a flame to birch bark, erupting into a wildfire.
"The last of the traps have been completed and set. Remember, try to shake off as many NightClan cats as you can tonight - the rest we'll lead to the Southern Sea. The two-legs will be there tonight." They had gone over the plan so many times before now that most cats could recite it in their sleep. Step 1: Make a ruckus in camp. Fight against restraint as long as possible and then run. Step 2: Lead the NightClan cats through the territory towards the various traps. Step 3: Flee to the Southern Sea. Humans would be enjoying their last bonfire of the year, giving pause to their pursuers and allowing SummerClan cats to dive into the ocean. Step 4: Rendezvous on a nearby bank to wait out the night. Step 5: Wait for the return of Aspenstar.
Sunpetal drew in a deep breath and then, projecting her voice so everyone would hear her clearly, said, "Tonight, no one will just be a Warrior or a Garden Keeper, Red Guard or Apprentice. Tonight, all of us, the heart and soul of SummerClan, are Garden Warriors!"
It was dusk when it began.
A yowl pierced the veil as Sunpetal launched herself at the nearest NightClan occupant, and suddenly the peaceful SummerClan camp was alive with the sound of their rebellion.
PLEASE READ | This segment of the plot will be shorter and move faster. Be as creative as you want with the traps and remember that no one knows SummerClan territory as well as SummerClan does! And, please, if you don't have a NightClan cat, make one up (or create one c;) for this portion as the more NC cats there are, the better! Also, if you're replying to this thread with a SummerClan cat, that means your characters have already partaken in training with Sunpetal and Rosethorn. Allie and I decided not to make separate threads for it because they tend to be on the grueling side, so we're skipping that to get to the good part! I also strongly encourage you guys to participate because this is the last plot thread that will be accepted for the Activity Check. Any started after this will not count.
Rosethorn stood beside Sunpetal as she repeated the steps that the two of them had reviewed so many times in their planning. She had only returned to her home clan a few moons prior, but they had accepted her back without question, and they stood before her now ready to fight alongside her against Nightclan.
The former deputy realized she had taken on a leadership role in this rebellion, right alongside her former apprentice, and she didn't mind. It warmed her heart, actually, to realize these cats still thought of her as a figure to be trusted. She hoped she could prove them right. When Sunpetal turned her head to see if she wanted to say anything, she smiled and cleared her throat.
"Sunpetal pretty much said it all. I just wanted to add one thing- when it's time for action, Phantomfox is mine."
The night was dawning when Sunpetal led the charge, and Rosethorn turned on Phantomfox, her eternal and ever-silent guard since the occupation, and swung her paw across his face, letting her claws slice through his cheek. Damn, that felt good- especially after months of waiting to do so. Still, she knew she couldn't fight him until it was time to run, so she ducked out of sight, disappearing into the brawl and waiting to see if he would follow like she knew he would.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Nov 1, 2021 15:01:52 GMT -5
Fisherpounce glared in anger at the NightClan oppressors. He had waited eagerly for this night to come. With his claws flexing in and out of the dirt, he listened intently for the first yowl, the signal to start.
When he heard Sunpetal's yowl, adrenaline rushed though his entire body. He leaped upon Rainfrost, a gray and silver she cat, and raked his claws down her side. She squealed in pain as she tried to dislodge him but Fisherpounce clung on tightly. ------------- Crowpaw was anxious to prove his worth to his clan. He hated being oppressed by these excuses for cats for this past moon and he was determined to help his clanmates to set things right. Graypine was the unfortunate cat he chose to attack. Crowpaw rushed in and cuffed the light gray tom on the side of his head with his claws extended. The apprentice was pleased to see dark red blood well up in the marks he had left.
(ooc -Rainfrost and Graypine are two of my old NightClan cats.)
Alright so Poppymask was a pacifist. Usually. But that fight she had with Pinesimmer had unlocked a new, primal side of the Garden Keeper, one that was still reluctant to use her claws but... only just.
Of course, given the fact that she was nursing kits and obviously pregnant with another litter, she'd been tasked to pretty much stay out of the way, look after the young ones, and try not to draw too much attention to herself.
As if Queen Poppymask ever listened to anyone ever.
"YOU GO GET 'EM, HONEY! TEACH THOSE NIGHTCLAN STRAYS THAT THEY CAN'T MESS WITH SUMMERCLAN AND GET AWAY WITH IT!"
At the end of the day Poppymask still wasn't the smartest, okay? She couldn't help but forget her part of the plan once she saw her flawlessly beautiful daughter lead the charge. But hey, at least she was doing a pretty good job with step one.
Doefreckle was waiting anxiously by the Southern Sea, sitting far enough from the humans but close enough that the flames from the huge bonfire threw dancing orange light and shadows over his pelt and forced him to shoot nervous glances at them over his shoulder every so often. He'd wanted to wait at the top of the cliffs, so he would be able to see the first of his Clanmates running from the riot in camp, but the possibility of being thrown off them by a NightClan guard had forced him down onto the cold, shifting sands of the beach. During Sunpetal's speech earlier, he'd sat silently beside Shadedsun, listening with desolate eyes and hunched shoulders as terror swept over him; he'd tried to dissuade her before they got to this point, for her own safety, and as proud as he was and as much as he tried to force a smile to encourage her, he was filled with cold, black fear.
He knew he couldn’t have made it if he’d had to run with the others, so, under Sunpetal's command to be the first there to show them all the way, he waited, hearing the furious, hateful yowls in the distance from camp and almost tearing up at the knowledge he couldn’t help them. A helpless, useless lump formed in his throat and he swallowed against it, gazing up at the top of the dark cliffs with a miserable frown. He wanted to be with them, to help them, to protect them - to at least be able to gaze across the dark meadows towards camp, specked with the black silhouettes of bushes and lit by the faint moonlight, and see cats running towards him. Instead he just had to wait and see who the victors were, who arrived at the beach - NightClan or SummerClan. The waiting was the most painful ordeal he’d ever endured, the worst thing there was in the world.
Worst of all, there was the sick, gnawing guilt that he should have warned Stormstar. That he should have betrayed his Clan, if only to keep them safe from the retribution that would follow if they messed this up, if they fumbled it, if they didn't succeed. It would be safer, maybe, to live under oppression than to die martyrs. But he knew that wasn't the full reason - he wanted to warn them because, in some strange, guilty way, he cared. And it made something in him ache to think that Stormstar would consider him a traitor when he'd trusted him. Unable to cope with the feelings, with the waiting, with the not knowing, with the certainty that whatever happened everything would be different now and he'd feel a traitor either way, Doefreckle turned, shaking, and sank his claws into the cold, soft sand.
The cats he loved the most were in SummerClan. He hoped the right Clan won. He just didn't know which one he wanted that to be.
(anyone with a cat who can't fight can come wait with doe <3)
WEEVILSPIKE
He was right by his sister when she gave the signal to begin - and the ear-to-ear grin he was wearing should have tipped the NightClan cats off long before. His permanently wild pelt was spiked with glee, like he'd been zapped by electricity or rubbed against a balloon, and for a moment he stood stood there watching his sister rip into one of the guards who'd taken such pleasure in keeping him and his family prisoner. Who'd refused herbs when his mother needed them and kept his kid half-siblings shut in with kicks just a little too hard; who'd snickered at them from the fresh-kill pile; who'd pawed apart Sunpetal's garden and laughed over it. Weevilspike couldn't be prouder of her; he was going to burst with it.
So, instead, what he did was launch himself at the closest NightClan warrior. When he heard their mom cheering encouragement at Sunpetal, he laughed openly against the NightClan she-cat's neck fur, like they were just friends tumbling together and play-fighting. There was nothing that freed him of stress like good, old-fashioned combat. "You'll always be her little girl," he called to his sister as he thumped the NightClan cat against the ground, pinning her with one large paw against her chest and looking over to grin with happy triumph at his sister. He let out a pure, open laugh; he never looked particularly handsome, too scruffy for that, but he looked dazzling now.
this unnamed nightclan warrior is now My Girl and she will be an enemy for the thread <3
He wasn't a fighter. Not in the past, not in the present — though the reasons had only shifted slightly. Before, he would if he had to, absolutely had to, and even then he would hesitate. Now, the heat of battle was confusing, too many sounds and smells and shapeless forms to discern anything properly. He was good at navigating, even hunting occasionally, but blindness had it's limits. So here he was, on the chilly shores of Summerclan, hating the way the sand felt beneath his paws, but tried to stay on the positive side, even if he wasn't so hopeful himself. He sat beside Doefreckle, close enough to offer comfort, warmth, anything he needed, but ready enough to move if it was overwhelming.
"I'm sure they'll be fine," he drove most of the doubt from his voice, "it's your clan out there, I wouldn't imagine anything but." Perhaps it wasn't the best choice of words, considering Doe's internal dilemma, but Shaded was none the wiser to it.
He knew, when listening to Sunpetal talk about what they were doing, what he would do. He would follow Doefreckle. Summerclan was beginning to grow on him as a home, as something more than the inn between his old life and his new one, and he knew it was because of the tom himself. He fidgeted with anxiety, because sitting there and waiting was just about the worst feeling in the world. The crawling on his skin, the way everything seemed louder, bigger, put him (and, presumably, everybody else) on edge. The twolegs were noisy behind them, he could hear their fire crackling, the waves were too loud. It was all a little too much, and time seemed to be going by so slow it was going backwards. The one thing he anticipated most was not the mix of Nightclan and Summerclan barreling over towards the sea, but was the water itself. His fur would drag him down, he was a hopeless swimmer, he'd drown or swallow so much of the waves that it'd kill him a little later, if that was possible. He moved a little closer to Doefreckle. fox
SUNFRECKLE
She was shaking terribly, she felt her legs might fail her. To clear her own conscious, she'd attended the training, hung near the back, listened and attempted to learn. She had been confident before, but when the time came, she found every last bit of it had been drained from her. She steeled herself anyway. She was awful at offence, her claws were hardly any use at all, but she was running on the assumption that she could probably take a few good hits. She was sturdier, had grown more into herself from when she was the small, round faced apprentice, and it was the one thing keeping her going, keeping her grounded.
But she wouldn't fight unless she had too — her role wasn't discussed, she had simply gone along with what everyone else was doing, followed instructions to a T, but she decided to help her clan more. A shield, one could say, or the nurse that drags you out of the battlefield. She hoped it didn't get that bad, they were only meant to distract.
At dusk, it had started. She watched as Sunpetal threw herself at her fixated opponent, and for a moment everything was still, like the whole world had stopped. The shot heard around the world — without the gun. When everything started again, her first instinct was to want to cover her ears, but she didn't. The first thing she did was figure out which cats were her clanmates and which were her enemies. She had noticed a Nightclan warrior pinning someone down, and she couldn't tell if it were a smile on their face or if they were about to strike. She had no time to figure any of it out, and before the Nightclan cat could even think, she had barreled herself into their side, enough impact to not only hurt her own head, but send them sprawling onto the ground. Still shaking, leaf-like, she pushed the Summerclan cat up, attempted to hurry them away before their adversary could get back to their feet. But she couldn't help but smile at the triumphant feeling, because she'd never done anything like that before, even if it wasn't much, it was so much more to her.
(anyone is free to jump in with a smc or nc cat here :DD)
Post by Shadowbladeღ on Nov 2, 2021 2:41:52 GMT -5
Nebulous-sight could admit to being a bitter cat over the recent events where he normally seemed casual and relaxed tom, that inner sense of grave injustice from this mangy clan imposing their ways on them and harming his clanmates was an ugly side of him that was coming out in times like these. But resistance could cause his clanmates to pay the price, so he had to keep it under lock and key and let it seethe out in the form of petty little inconveniences for the NightClan cats laced with sarcasm as he pretended 'oh silly me, you know i just can't do anything because you known /I'm blind/. Please, walk me back to my prison, yes this is as fast as i can walk, I am getting on the old side- r00d of you to ask.' He'd been playing the role of distraction long before he even knew there needed to be one but he'd happily do it to give his clanmates a chance to whisper plans among each other. For the revolt he'd keep out of the way, closer to any apprentices or ready to defend any queens or elders if something were to happen. He knew he couldn't find a cat in middle of craziness with sounds and scents coming from all over but if a NightClan cat was dumb enough to put their claws on him he'd tear them to shreds with a merciless sadism inherited from his PI father he would even feel dangerously justified about dishing out. Luckily growing up in SummerClan all these years he already had a great sense of direction but on his home territory he was an excellent navigator who could figure where he was going with a little information based on how long it took it him to walk somewhere or what landmarks he could come across. Of course it was easier and much faster with someone else with him pointing out things they could see but when you're on your own, you learn things. Like the entire layout of the tunnels of SummerClan for example, he was more than comfortable in them since the lack of light didn't deter him in the slightest, for obvious reasons. If anyone needed an escort or help leaving the battlefield, he wanted to prove himself useful too in being there for his clanmates in one form or another.
(I dont have any nightclan cats lol)
Nebulous-sight finally got what he wished for - a NightClan warrior daring to unsheathe claws at him as they jumped the tom from the side, throwing him off balance and pinning him down. It made for an awkward and hard angle to fight out of but these old paws weren't good just for growing flowers, the training he participated in was far more than just a refresher for himand he'd let this sorry lump of fur find out if he could just get the chance. Then just like that in the struggle he felt it - something barreled into the other cat and the weight was gone. The almost all-black tabby was confused as to what just happened as he sat up and trying to figure out which scent was whose. Then a shivering body pushed up the remaining way as it clicked now they were right next to him.
"Sunfreckle? That you?" he turned his face towards her with scarred eyes looking over her than at her. "Thank you," he didn't have the words to condense that feeling of fear that slowly starting to creep up on him if he couldn't get out of that pin and make himself useful, it made him regret wanting to get a piece of the action so confidently when someone like him should be sticking in pairs. All that couldn't fit into one word or be spoken so fast in this brief moment, so he resigned to just telling her 'thank you' and sticking to the like-minded plan, "If anyone needs to leave the battlefield send them my way." he assured he could get their people out safely and it might just be better for him to leave the more dangerous actions to her. (oh if this is okay with you goldcrest i'd like to jump in c:)
Vulturemalice had stood behind the she-cats as they spoke to the Clan, pride lighting his eyes as he watched his sister step up and address the SummerClan cats as her father would have. Ratstar would be so proud of Sunpetal. A faint tingle went through the brown and white toms paws, causing his olive eyes to flick up to the sky above him. Sunpetal would make a good leader, he thought, turning his gaze back to the ginger she-cat. Vulturemalice knew areas of the territory where the bogs were thick, and where the hidden paths for safety ran through them.
Moonblight had watched an apprentice attack one of the warriors, and as much as he had his own sympathies for the cats of this clan, he didn't like many of them, and he'd always choose his own clanmates over anyone else. He only hoped Sagebristle wasn't stuck around here today either; he'd hate to see his newly-minted mate get injured. Still, the loyal guard wasn't going to let a rebellion succeed; his loyalty was to Aspenstar only. He was ready to fight, and he reared up on his back paws, ready to attack Crowpaw.
Sunpaw wasn't too far from Crowpaw, her eyes wide with fear and excitement all the same. As she watched him claw the other cat, she watched another cat rear up on its back paws. "Crowpaw, watch out!" she screeched, as she went pummeling through and slamming into the other cat, knocking him off balance before scrambling up. Right, right. She needed to get the hell out of here before this large tom came crashing through.
She had never been the best fighter, but surely, she could run. Glancing backwards briefly, she recognized the cat's blurry silhouette as one of the guards. Oh no. She swore under her breath. "Come get me you big dumb lump!" she screeched as she disappeared lickity split into the territory, as the loyal guard pursued.
Mallowmusk on the other hand, was scared out of her wits. She was a garden-keeper, never great at hunting or fighting like her siblings were. She had wanted to run and hide, but today was not the day. She had seen the way Juniperdust had sucked up to some of the others, and she wasn't like that. She'd never be like that. With the determination hidden in her fearful eyes, she leaped at one of the other warriors, trying to distract them while luring them towards the seas.
Sunfreckle? That you? She nodded at first, corrected herself, "Yes!" She breathed, a low whisper that could hardly be heard over the ruckus around them, "Yes, it's me." She nudged him away again, towards the exit, "Go, go. Remember: towards the shore!" She didn't have time to check if he had gotten away, because the Nightclan cat was already back up, having air returned to their lungs once more. For a moment, she didn't know what to do, but she could feel the tension in her muscles — the need to run, and usually she would have berated herself over it, for being a coward, but that was the whole point of their mission, wasn't it? To run, lead them towards the sea. She was an excellent runner, enjoyed spending her mornings climbing trees to, whether it be to peek into the nests of laying birds or get a good view of them migrating, much better at getting away than ever dealing with fights.
They both seemed to move at the same time, as they leapt she ducked and darted, though there was a second of contact, unsheathed claws caught fur where it met skin, tugged. It was enough pain to be startling, but quickly it numbed out, presumably the adrenaline. She turned her head, looked back, "Over here!" Her voice still shook, her lip quivered, but she let out an airy sort of laugh, strained, stressed, but a little excited. She could hardly feel herself breathing.
Off again, hoping her foe was following, she barged her way out of the camp, into the land beyond, towards the beach. The traps they had carefully lain should be just up ahead. Her head was still foggy, buzzing, but she tried to remember where hers was. A little further, where the trees grew a little thicker, a little ways outside of the camp, she climbed the nearest tree, scurrying up with expertise, up onto the highest branches that could support her. As she reached the edges, she jumped to the next, sometimes catching other branches, sometimes catching trunk, and even if she began to grow tired, wanted to stop running and rest, she continued. She wondered if Nightclan cats were good climbers — hoped it wasn't true, because her trap relied very much on them being below her. Shadowbladeღ
Sagebristle's loyalty was much more strained. She had come to like some of these cats, and when one of them lunged at her, she defended herself but went no further, not wanting to harm any of them without reason. Her amber gaze scanned the camp, latching onto Moonblight disappearing in a blur in pursuit of Sunpaw. Gods be damned, she thought, shoving off her attacker and running after them. Not that she thought Moonblight couldn't handle himself, but for some stupid reason she didn't want Sunpaw to get hurt in any way.
Juniperdust knew the plan. She'd been informed, as no one yet suspected her of feeding information to Stormstar. When the attack sounded, she'd guaranteed that she'd be close to him, and she tackled him to the ground, pinning him under her paws. "This is a mutiny," she whispered in his ear, keeping up the act of fighting without actually landing any solid blows. "Summerclan thinks they can take you down. They're going to flee to the Southern Sea." Cleaver
Orchiddrop, her newborn kits, and Cinderflower had been evacuated ahead of time, and were waited near Doefreckle, ears straining to hear the far off sounds of fighting. Cinderflower batted playfully at her younger siblings, still too small to do more than mewl and crawl, trying to distract herself from it all. She wasn't a fighter, but she hoped and prayed Sunpetal raised hell and got back safe.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Nov 3, 2021 15:15:26 GMT -5
Crowpaw spun around as soon as he heard his name called. "Yes!" he cheered as he watched Sunpaw knock over a NightClan cat who was sneaking up on him. Then in a flash, he dashed off in Sunpaw's wake and quickly caught up with her. "Head toward the giant tree we climbed," he meowed when they were running side by side. "I made a trap there today. Covered the large hole in the ground with long grasses." He hoped she knew the hole he was talking about. They ran past it the day of their earlier adventure. A quick glance over his shoulder told him both NightClan cats were hot on their trail.
Graypine was running in front of the other NightClan cat. He was angry an apprentice had gotten the drop on him and he was going to teach this upstart a lesson he'd never forget, that is once his got his claws on him.
Not wanting Sunpaw to fall in the trap, he meowed in panting breaths, "I marked the edge with daisy heads so when you see the daisies, leap as far as you can to clear the trap." Hopefully those mouse-brains behind us will run right in.
Sunpaw felt relief flow through her as Crowpaw caught up to her. Oh thank gods. She didn't want to be the only one stuck in this situation and honestly, the cat behind her didn't seem like the kind who'd go easy on her just because she was an apprentice. She gave him a frantic nod as she looked around, eyes brightening as she spotted the large oak. Right. That was the place. With a quick turn, she darted towards it, still feeling the fear creep up on her at the thought of getting caught.
She could hear the other cat's paw steps coming closer, and she pushed harder, racing as quickly as her smaller paws could carry her. "Come and get me, you stupid NightClan idiot!" she shouted in a sing-song way, as she spotted the daisies. She turned to Crowpaw and gave him a nod as they neared it, before slowing down momentarily, enough to gather enough strength in her tired hind legs to clear a leap farther.
Unfortunately for her, Moonblight had always been an observer. Perhaps Aspenstar had made him a loyal guard for his size and the way he could fight easily due to that advantage, but his true talent was in being able to analyse a situation clearly. He saw that moment of hesitation, and a weird jump that made her run look rather unbalanced, and his pace slowed down, confused to why this apprentice was acting like that. Was there something more to this? His next step immediately made him lurch forward as the ground opened up into the hole, and he found himself half fallen into the pit, only held back by his hind-legs scrambling to keep a hold onto the ground behind him.
Post by simplylight on Nov 3, 2021 21:00:48 GMT -5
Nightclan achromatic (hope this is okay because I want to participate but don't know what to respond to hahaha) Canarynight had been bounding towards the commotion when he caught sight of Moonblight crashing through a whole in the ground. "Why can't you watch where you are going?!" He hissed into the pit, lunging to try and grab his clanmate by the scruff. The golden tom had always been the disagreeable, distant sort and somehow found himself tangled up in this. How did they get to the point where apprentices could set little traps and down a whole Nightclan warrior? "You better hide you little fleabags because you'll soon be food for the foxes." His sharp emerald eyes glared up towards the direction that they ran off, knowing they had to be near.
Doe stared miserably out at the black, fire-lit sea as Shaded spoke, grateful for the night and his companion’s blindness that hid the little wince that pulled at one side of his mouth and made his chest flood with fresh guilt. Letting out a breath, he forced himself to relax and leaned into Shaded’s warmth, resting his cheek against his shoulder as he gazed out at the dark waves. “I hope so,” he murmured, quiet and trembling and trying to be brave. Thank you, my love is what it really said. For being here. For following me.
The high mewls of Orchiddrop’s newborn kits reached him on the cool breeze heavy with the acrid smell of the bonfire and he flattened his ears slightly, tucking in deeper against Shaded’s fur. He knew it must have been terrible for her, alone, with Crow kept from her side, but he couldn’t handle the squeals of the kits. To distract himself, he nudged Shaded slightly with his shoulder. “You’ll be fine with the swimming,” he told him quietly, his voice no more than a breath among the crackling of the fire and the hissing whisper of the sea. They could always guess each other’s thoughts, these two silhouettes against the flames. “I won’t let anything happen to you. You’re strong, and you don’t need eyes to swim. I’ll be there to guide you. I won’t leave.”
His sorrowful gaze drifted over to Orchiddrop. “Come on,” he told Shaded, tapping him softly with his tail and limping over to her, Cinderflower and the kits. “Are they cold?” he asked, voice no more than a murmur as he smiled tiredly down at the kits, then up at their mother like he was asking permission, and lay down with his back to the ocean, protecting them from the worst of the chill. The intention was obvious: all they had on this beach was each other, waiting to see which of their loved ones lived and died; they may as well comfort one another. More than anything, when the others came running, someone would have to help carry the kits. Silently, he assured Orchiddrop it could be him. They squirmed over his tail and back paws and he let them, forcing out an encouraging purr that felt like ash in his throat.
Doe looked up at Cinderflower with a sad little smile. “She’ll be fine,” he told her quietly, eyes kind and knowing. sunlightgoldcrest
The NightClan she-cat squirmed out from beneath Weevilspike like a manic insect and launched herself at Sunpetal. She wasn’t like many of her Clanmates, willing to put down an insurrection with bruises and harsh words; like a prison warden drunk on power, she hated these cats, hating the privileges they took for granted and spat back in their faces, hated their inability to bend to authority, and she was going to kill. If she could tear the throat out of the leader of the revolution, if she could rip out the heart of it, it would crumble to dust around them.
With all her soul fixated fanatically on Sunpetal, she ripped her away from the NightClan warrior she was fighting and clamped her jaws around the thick fur of her throat, forcefully dragging her backwards. “Tell them to stop,” she snarled into her fur, spit dripping off her fangs like a rabid fox’s and drenching Sunpetal’s throat. Her eyes were narrowed with fanatical loathing. woof & baewolf if you wanna jump in <3
"Only a little," Orchiddrop responded quietly, with a grateful glance at Doefreckle as he allowed the kits to swarm over him. "Daylightkit seems groggy, though." The smallest kit, the white and black runt, was a little more lethargic than the others, laying passively beside Doefreckle instead of nuzzling up like her siblings.
Cinderflower lay on the other side of Doefreckle, forming a ring around the little ones. "I know she will," she responded, but she couldn't help the anxious twitch of her tail as they waited.
Sagebristle arrived at the pit a few heartbeats after Canarynight, and let out a hiss of displeasure when she saw him doing what she had meant to do. "Piss off," she spat in his direction, shoving him roughly to the side as Moonblight climbed up from the edge of the pit. "Are you injured?" She demanded, eyes scanning his body. There was the tenseness of the battle locked into her small frame, but her eyes were full of concern for her mate.
Canarynight was right, though, Sunpaw and the other thing must be around here somewhere. "Sunpaw!" She hissed under her breath, as soon as she knew Moonblight was unharmed. "Sunpaw, what in Starclan's name is happening?"
Post by Whitemuzzle on Nov 4, 2021 12:07:37 GMT -5
Just in time, Graypine saw Moonblight stumble into the covered hole. He skidded to a stop just at its edge and nearly toppled in himself. "Fox dung!" he hissed as he saw the two apprentices hare away. Then just as he was going to help Moonblight, he was relieved to see Canarynight and Sagebristle arrive. "Thanks for the assist," he meowed. "Those two almost had us and now they've gotten away." He looked south into the darkness. "But the way they're running, they're bound to leave us a clear trail to follow."
Crowpaw was concentrating on his running and where he was putting his paws. The last thing he wanted was for them to be caught in his own trap. Relief flooded over him when he saw the daisies. Putting on a small burst of speed, he cleared the hole just a breath behind Sunpaw. "Keep running!" he panted to her as he heard a small commotion from the cats following them. He wanted to stop and see what was happening but dared not to. Then faintly he heard a meowing come to his ears, 'You better hide you little fleabags....' His legs were beginning to burn from all the running but he knew if they stopped they'd be dead. "Come on, keep on running. We can do it!" he called encouragement to Sunpaw, knowing she'd be as tired as he was.
Sagebristle turned back to Graypine and Canarynight, both of whom looked a little too eager to catch up to the apprentices. Rat dung. She could explain it to Moonblight, but not to these other Nightclan warriors. "We'll run ahead," Sagebristle said, drawing up as much authority as she could muster. "As Loyal Guard members, it's only right for us to go first. You two investigate here for any more traps, and then catch up with us soon."
That would buy them some time, at least. With another meaningful glance at Moonblight, she nodded in the direction that the apprentices were fleeing, and took off.
Sagebristle had always been faster than most, with her wiry form, and she slightly outpaced her mate's long legs. Sensing the apprentices ahead, she veered off, cutting in front of them the same way she'd done to Doefreckle and Sunpetal during the invasion, forcing them to a stop as Moonblight pinned them in from behind.
"Stop!" Sagebristle said, reaching out to trip Crowpaw, sending him sprawling to the ground. When Sunpaw turned to look at her, Sagebristle sighed. "Sunpaw, what in the name of Starclan have you all been planning?"
The cat Sunpetal had been grappling with escaped with its tail between its legs after some harsh blows connected with its face. She was spared a single, gratifying moment to admire how her skills had progressed- only a moon ago she would have been out of her depth in a situation like this- but that was dashed when she turned to see another commotion nearby, watching as Sunpaw and Crowpaw were chased by four NightClan cats. "Those bloody bastards," she snarled, low and guttural in her throat, and went to lunge after them when pain exploded against the nape of her neck.
Tell them to stop. The demand was muffled, vengeful. Sunpetal scoffed, all the while flailing her paws helplessly at the offender. Luckily, she was far more fur than one might expect, rendering her foe's hold on her unstable at best. She could feel blood beginning to leak out between the she-cat's teeth, thin rivulets branching through it, and knew she needed to act before she got a better grip- so, finally finding purchase in the earth with her claws, she pulled forward with all her might, the split of her skin painful but bearable. "Not on your life," she spat.
Moving fast, she whirled around to face the NightClanner. She looked absolutely deranged with her fast flicking tail and slitted, venomous eyes- a viper poised to strike. She simmered with rage, but so did Sunpetal. Lunging forward and dodging around the attempted strikes, she plunged her shoulder into the she-cat's throat.
No sooner had the battle started did he feel fresh pain raze across the scarred planes of his face, Phantomfox emitting a pained yowl and furiously shaking his head. Blood splattered in every direction and streaked deadly marks down his cheeks, and when he lifted his head to see through the crimson veil, Rosethorn's form was disappearing into the clamor.
Renewed hatred empowered him, and Phantomfox yielded to the exact impulses his ex-mate expected of him, kicking up daisies and dust as he set off after. "I'm coming for you, Rose." It was whispered this time, only for himself to hear, but it filled him with a manic, psychopathic excitement nonetheless.
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When he breathed in, the air chilled his lungs. I’ll be there to guide you. I won’t leave, "I know." There was no hints of doubt, no hesitation, because there was no one he trusted now more than Doe, and if he said it would be alright, then Shaded would have to believe him. Come on. He turned his direction towards the sound of the kits, and gave a purr as if trying to cheer them up as well.
"If they are I'm sure I can help," he fluffed up his fur, just to show off a little, "hi little guys." He settled down just beside Doefreckle, cooing at them. It was easier to let go of his anxiety when he had no other important connections in Summerclan, and part of him felt guilty for it, that he didn't care as much as he should. Everyone he cared about was either beside him, in a different clan, or dead.
"I'm assuming they're the cutest things — aren't they?" It was a genuine question. Daylightkit seems groggy, though, "I'm sure she'll be fine — a fighter. You can bring her here, if you'd like." He lifted his paw from where it rested just in front of his chest, an invitation. Kits were delicate little things. Terrifying to take care of, he knew, because of the off-chance something terrible, irreversible would happen. foxsunlight
SUNFRECKLE
She had been just behind the apprentices, above in the branches that were slowly starting to thin out. Sunfreckle was growing tired, the adrenaline was wearing off, she'd nearly fallen at least twice, but the beach was just up ahead. Just a little longer.
She slowed just as the Nightclan cats stopped the apprentices, peering from where she was balanced just above, wildly looking around because she knew the stones she placed were around somewhere. A rustle in the branches as she ascended a level. On a branch, in a messy line, lay stones and pebbles of different sizes — none big enough to hurt much, only a distraction, as she was told to do. In a few quick motions, she pushed them down, hoping they didn't bother the Summerclan apprentices too much.
"Sorry to interrupt — but we don't have all day!" She was probably going to regret her stupidity in the morning. Descending another two levels, she knocked a few more rocks down from a rather thin branch, looking out towards the next tree, where the trap continued. It had taken so long to place them, and Starclan she hoped it would distract them, even a little. She ran, jumped onto the next tree, barely caught the unstable branch she'd been aiming for, and pulled herself up.
