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After a deadly, calculated attack on an unsuspecting Springclan by Primal Instinct, Thistlestar and the rest of Springclan have taken time needed to not only recoup from the deadly attack by PI, but to honor the lives lost in the attack. Springclan has enlisted the help of their alliance, Summerclan and the two are meeting to plan out a strategy to take on Primal Instinct. Summerclan is arriving to Springclan with assistance in the form of herbal supplies, food and defense ready minds.
The third and final portion of this plot will take place on SEPTEMBER 16TH which will be the retaliation against PI and Dayclan (Who will be assisting PI in the last portion of the fight). More information on that plot will be posted the day of as well as a site wide message to kick us off! ____________________________________________________________________
Additional note: Thank you for those who have had patience and forgiven with me on this over due plot. I appreciate all your concerns and check ins with me in the past two hectic weeks of my life. I love and appreciate everything that you guys have done for me!
Thistlestar paced impatiently near the Springclan camp entrance, his deep green eyes seemingly darker thanks to the raging storm in his head. It had been days since the attack. The past days were full of mourning and recuperation from the attack, leaving a somber energy throughout the camp. The Springclan leader was largely silent in the past few days, taking great care to support his clan rather than allow the burning emotions within him to burst out in waves of strategy for retaliation, but enough time had passed and the leader was ready to talk.
After sending out a scout to send Summerclan the message for help, The Springclan leader was heavy with anxious anticipation and concern. The alliance between the two clans were strong, stronger in the past handful of moons, but this would be the ultimate test. He knew Summerclan would aid, but how far would they go? Would they help out in the recuperation but hold back in assisting in a retaliation? Would they even risk their days of peace for a fight that is not theirs? The uneasiness of unanswered doubts and concerns had left the Leader restless since the second he sent out the distress call. All he could do was pray that Starclan would give him the strength and numbers he needed to do what was right for his clan...
Post by GidgetGal on Sept 13, 2020 15:16:13 GMT -5
The border between Springclan and Summerclan wasn't anything special; a tiny sliver of beach and meadow squished in-between the Northern Sea to the west, and the mountains to the east. The first rays of dawn's light were just barely peaking over those very mountains as Ratstar waved his tail for the patrol behind him to stop, his jaws full with as many birds and mice as he could possibly carry. The tabby tom glanced over his shoulder at his clanmates, not for the first time marveling at how many of them were more than willing to join him today - to help not only a rival clan, but a cat Ratstar personally considered a friend. After a moment of consideration, he gestured for the patrol to move across the border, heading for Springclan's camp.
Largelight was surprisingly close to the front, the heavy-set she-cat with an uncharacteristically determined gleam in her eye as she carried a large variety of herbs with her, hopefully more than enough to tend to whatever injuries there might be. She was lucky she remembered enough from her old twoleg garden. Beside her, Grasspaw held a mouthful of damp moss, shifting awkwardly on his paws with nervous anticipation as they crossed the scent markers that separated the two clans. Seasparkleflash, on the other paw, practically leaped over the border line in his excitement, fish flapping wildly in his jaws as he bounded ahead.
Heavenlysoul sat just outside the nursery, shoulders back and posture defiant. She was only a queen, had taken shelter with the kits and other mothers when their clan was attacked. But her jaw was firmly clenched and her eyes narrowed, she burned to be able to get some form of retribution alongside her clanmates. Before the attack she had not minded being a queen, for she would be starting a family with the tom she left her clan for. It was a blissful future she was eager to reach. Things had changed after the attack though, and now she wished she could somehow rewind time and put off her pregnancy if only to be able to better lend her aide to Springclan. Instead she was stuck on the sidelines waiting anxiously for news and developments.
Seaspay padded alongside the others of the Summerclan patrol, carrying a rabbit and keeping her eyes forward. She had of-course volunteered to come along and help aide Springclan. Wanting to see for herself the state there ally was in, concerned for her own clan as she was. Springclan and Swiftclan being attacked showed that any largely peaceful clan could be targeted.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Sept 14, 2020 10:06:49 GMT -5
SummerClan Graythorn sighed as he stepped across the border to SpringClan. He wore around his neck several layers of webbing and from his mouth dangled a small hollow branch that was stuffed full of herbs. He had hoped for peace but he'd do what he could to help any injured cats. He wondered how Fawnheart was coping with all the wounded from the recent battle. Hopefully my apprentice and I can help her out.
Dustfeather walked near Largelight as he carried prey in his mouth. This she cat had really surprised him of late. She was the last cat he had thought would show any backbone, especially coming from a pampered kittypet background. Although she had a change of heart, he didn't know how well prepared she was to fight. He determined to keep a watchful eye on her particularly if a battle broke out.
Thistlepaw was decorated similarly to her mentor. She followed him with bright eyes, light on her paws as she bounced. She was so excited to be coming back to SpringClan. The apprentice had been here during the attack. As memories came back to her, she found herself less troubled by the reminder and more filled with happiness. Now she could properly check on all of the cats she'd seen get hurt. Her paws carried her faster than she should have walked and she bumped into Graythorn. "Srry," she mumbled around her own smaller branch.
SpringClan
Harewhisker waited with everyone else for SummerClan to arrive. It was intriguing that another clan would be willing to come to their aid right after P.I. had so brutally beat them down. What was in it for them? Was Ratstar even considering the possible consequences? But friendship seemed to be a big thing with cats - she assumed, anyway - and that was enough for Ratstar to put SummerClan on the line. The Trusted would never understand a relationship like that. Putting herself came first, and that included protecting the clan that she lived in.
working nights gives me a messed up sleep schedule- // Nightclan Deputy
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Post by hals on Sept 14, 2020 19:05:53 GMT -5
SummerClan
Oceanheart moved forward with ease, keeping up with the patrol as they headed toward SpringClan. She was content that the clan decided to provide aid and assistance to their ally. The grey tabby shuddered to think that it could be her clan in the exact situation. Pushing the thoughts from her mind, the warrior trudged ahead with a nice sized squirrel dangling from her jaws. SpringClan must be exhausted and wounded so hunting was probably not their top priority and she figured they would appreciate some fresh-kill to replenish their strength.
SpringClan
Shadeguard sat waiting for SummerClan to arrive with supplies with the rest of his clanmates. He had managed to suffer from a few scratches and bites during the intense battle and counted himself luckier than some. His heart clenched at the thought of those that perished around him during the battle, a fresh wave of grief coming over him for his fallen comrades. Their deaths would not be in vain and Shadeguard vowed to punished Primial Instinct severely for the unnecessary damage they caused.
Oliveflight slowly stepped out of the warrior's den, caution tinged with each weary step she took. Despite the many days that passed since the battle, the warrior couldn't help but still find herself walking on eggshells. The surprise attack took the peaceful clan by storm, so much so that a last effect lingered in the faces and manners of each Springclan cat. The cream colored cat herself was lucky enough to miss deep injuries in the battle as her patrol group came back to camp towards the end of the attack. Her brother on the other hand donned some fresh scars of his own.
It didn't take long for the warrior to spot her brother across camp and it took her less time to take the long strides to get to his side. "How did you sleep?" She asked, her motherly instincts kicking in as her words softened from her usual passionate and abrasive tone.
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SUMMERCLAN PATROL
GidgetGal In the short distance, a black and white she-cat stepped forward from the foliage, a pair of large green eyes staring hard ahead as the Summerclan patrol traveled deeper into Springclan territory. Little hesitancy held back the warrioress from walking forward, boldly stepped up towards the direction of the Summerclan leader. The scent of Springclan was heavy around the long-haired she-cat.
"Ratstar." She called out calmly, her tail flicking behind her slowly. Despite the rather calm exterior, there was a twinge of concern in the she-cat's expression "My name is Mossbreeze, I was sent ahead to guide you to Springclan camp." Her words were gentle and kind, but there was an exhaustion behind the pretty pale green eyes. She stepped off to the side as the patrol drew near, allowing the leader to step ahead of her out of respect, but her gaze scanned the large group of cats. A change of expression was obvious as she took in each Summerclan cat. She felt the threat of tears sting her eyes as she noted the numbers, the prey and the boundless supplies each cat carried in their jaws. "I hope your trip was well." She breathed, finally forcing her gaze back to the Summerclan leader, a hint of hope swam in the tears that brimmed her gaze.
