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⋆⁺‧₊☽The Thorn-Crowned Amazon☾₊‧⁺⋆
☆-Pineblossom-☆
[She/Her]
{32 Moons}
~Straight~
"And I can go anywhere I want, anywhere I want, just not home."
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Pineblossom glanced at the otter in the center of the clearing, her emerald gaze sparkling with relief as the patrol slowly walked in after Spiderthroat. They would all have to see Treetiger for sure, but that was to be expected.
The large queen stood up, and slowly made her way to the dead otter in the center of the clearing. She gave it a sniff, her nose wrinkling at the stench of blood and stream water. The queen stared at the dead beast, the pain in her shoulder, a dull thud compared to how it had been. They had done it. ThunderClan was safe and those waters were no longer infested.
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Beechray watched from the sidelines, otters were... edible? She'd never actually seen, let alone eaten one. It was interesting. She grabbed a small piece and made her way back to the outskirts, watching the clan rejoice in their victory against the otters. { OPEN }
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Mallowpaw shifted uncomfortably, all this trouble caused by something they were now eating. It felt... Odd to say the least. They sighed softly, their gaze carefully shifting over their clanmates and expressions. The apprentice swallowed and frowned, stars... was it really safe now? Maybe they should have left when Cindersmoke did- { OPEN }
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Dandelionmane trotted over, practically glowing. A purr rose from their throat as they carefully made their way over to the otter, taking a piece before finding a nice place to settle into to eat. The pure white warrior hummed softly as they took a bite of their piece, their pale orange gaze sweeping across the faces of their clanmates, then the deputy. He was not looking too good, but had a barrage of his kids and clanmates already surrounding him. They then looked around for a familiar face, perhaps Opossumheart. The pregnant warrior had grown fond of their clanmate and almost sought him out every time they could.
{ @FrumpyFoxtail / Opossum mention, if you wanna reply feel free if not that's 100% fine too <3 }
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| 19 moons | dusky grey tabby tom with dark rings around tail and eyes, hunched posture | "You've been a good friend to me, that means something"
Opossum peeks his head out of the warrior den, yellow eyes
blearily blinking away any last remnants of the nap he had just
awakened from. His head lowers, top lip curling briefly in annoyance
and maybe disgust at eating..otter.
He slinks out of the den, blinking at the deputy, wondering just
a bit if he'll be alright. Probably. He seems fine to Opossum.
When he finally gets to the corpse he picks a small piece
off, seeing not much harm in atleast trying it. Give a little
triumph to those who died and got stars awfully close to dying
from the weird water weasels.
The dusky grey tabby turns, otter meat hanging from his maw
as he spots his pure white friend. Their eyes meet for just a
second but his ears pin and he averts his gaze, padding over with
just a small bit of reluctance. "Hello DandelionMane, how're you"
He sits next to them, a rare sign of affection, before his air returns to
normal and he nonchalantly starts to bite into his piece of otter.
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| kind of locked in for this reply lmao
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She heard the sound of heavy paws enter the clearing from her den, then the thump. She poked her head from the den, gaze widening with worry in the slightest as she saw papa. But he was alive…he was managing on his own. But- goodness so much blood. She didn’t care about the otter. She just wanted papa, that meant not caring for the rules or basic respect or whatever this would be seen shameful in. She rushed forwards, even in more of a frenzy seeing her father slump down. “P-PAPA!? W-wait- dont-” she didn’t car to avoid the blood from the steps before her, too worried for SpiderThroats life then keeping herself clean for once, because yes, she believed he was dying. So here she was on the large stone, crouching down and nudging him. “Pa- SpiderThroat?!” she whined, a tear slipping from her gaze.
Cicadapaw stood at the edge of the clearing, amber eyes wide as they tracked Spiderthroat’s every limping step. His heart pounded in his chest, a hint of fear, but mostly pulsing with awe. The body of the dead otter, scarred and bloody, was dragged behind him like some gruesome trophy. And Spiderthroat - he looked like he’d crawled straight out of the nightmare himself, blood-painted and waterlogged. He almost didn’t recognize his father. Almost.
Cicadapaw swallowed hard, ears twitching as he watched his battered deputy scale the Stormcrest after dropping the otter's body.
"Feast."
That was all that was said. All that was needed to be said, he guessed. Cicadapaw felt his spine straighten, his claws flexing against the ground. This was victory. They had done it. They'd gotten rid of the otters.
He looked from the otters to the other battered warriors in the returning patrol, and then back up at Spiderthroat’s slumped form, his gaze more worried than relieved. He couldn't tell where his father was hurt, what blood was his or the otter's, which wounds were from the first fight and which were new.
The young tom gave an aggravated lash of his tail. "You’re going to Treetiger. Or Sparrowpelt. Right now. Even if I have to drag you like you dragged that otter." There would be no celebrating for Cicadapaw until Spiderthroat was good, until he was cleaned up and his wounds fully tended to.
The apprentice climbed to Spiderthroat's side, ready to make good on that threat if his father refused. Cicadapaw had been patient; now he was just plain tired.
Spiderthroat
He/Him || ThunderClan Deputy
Beefed Up Tier III || Just a Scratch || Hulk SMASH
The calico yawned as he heard the gentle commotion. Warriors still had to come, they were slowly trickling in. Didn't matter, as long as these blasted things got eaten, consumed. Bones could be used to keep the dens sturdier. Something something wet season and den collapsing. He didn't know, brain felt like it was waterlogged truth be told.
But than, he heard one of his brats. Looking up to see some rather concerned faces. One especially teary eyed. "Ain't dead or dyin. Just tired." he explained. Surely the sensible explination would stop his kit from crying. "I'm all good. Takes a lot more than an otter to kill me." a hint of humor. That'll make this whole situation less serious.
Than, the Apprentice he had to give a last test to, including one of his own brats. He had to get right on that...after a nap.
"Yer assessment will be done here tomorrow. Make sure you're ready, I ain't a easy goin tester." he warned Dawnpaw.
Than came Cicadapaw. The man in charge. Perfect he had a few questions for management. "Your sisters doin good? Includin Fleapaw , Beetlepaw n Cricketpaw?" he asked. Realizing he had more Girls than boys. All of them could run circles around him though. He figured this was an excellent question to dodge the tom's demands.
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Cicadapaw gave his father a long, tired look - half-exasperated at the blatant attempt to dodge his demands again. But for now, he’d play along and give him the clear answer because no, they were not good.
"Alright then," he deadpanned, amber eyes dulled with fatigue. "Hornetpaw seems fine, but I know she’s worried. Butterflypaw too. And Spiderlingpaw hasn’t said much, but she worried too. Mantispaw and Fireflypaw are keeping their heads down with training, but I don’t think for a second that means they’re not stressed."
He shifted his weight, irritation flickering behind his words. He still had Spiderflight pinned with a hard stare, pushing his worry down to focus on the task at hand.
"Fleapaw’s furious you went out with the second patrol in your state—not that you didn’t already know that from before. And Beetlepaw? Yeah, I don’t think he’s thrilled either." Cicadapaw had seen his face earlier before Spiderthroat had said goodbye.
"Cricketpaw’s… well, he’s Cricketpaw. Thinks everything’s fine, so he’s mostly okay." He paused, sarcasm fading at the edges. "Flykit’s been quiet. Not sure what’s going on there. And Dragonflykit seems fine. For now."
Then his voice dropped lower, raw and tired. "It’s Wasppaw I’m most worried about. She needs you." He hesitated, his gaze finally softening. "We all do."
He let silence hang between them a beat too long. Honestly, where were his other siblings? He could really use some backup right about now.
"Maybe if you stopped scaring the crap out of us all the time, we could be a little better," he said quietly a bit bitter about not being listened to. "Just… rest up. Please. For real this time. We need you at full strength. The whole Clan does.”
A small pause. "And seriously. At least check in with Treetiger. You’re not immortal. It'll make everyone feel better. And I'm not kidding about dragging you there." He'd circled back around to the topic he'd wanted to avoid.
(I did way too much research for this post, so I hope it's somewhat accurate.)
FLINTCLAW
Thunderclan warrior | 23 moons | Massive, scarred dark tabby tom with pale blue eyes.
Killer Aptitude T1 | Just a scratch
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Well, well, well. So they did manage to bring them down, did they? Flintclaw felt a pang of envy. He should've been able to kill one. Regardless, the dark tabby that had been basking in the sun outside the medicine cat den tilted his head and narrowed his eyes. The pain continued to burn in his chest, no matter how he laid, sat, or stood. He was starting to get used to it... but that didn't make him any less hesitant to aggravate it further.
With an uncomfortable huff, Flint heaved himself up and approached the dead otter, giving a quick look at the obviously exhausted deputy. He was breathing and speaking to others. The returning clanmates still looked pretty beat up... Some even already a bit patched up. Treetiger's first large batch of work, perhaps? He was curious to see how she would operate. It still boggled his mind that the sleeping molly had been chosen as Thunderclan's new medicine cat.
All thoughts and worries aside, though, Flintclaw was hungry, and had no qualms about biting into the river-rats that had ruined his chest and leg. Limping with broken ribs had not been easy, but he was limping quite a bit less, now. He had forced himself to stop because his chest had been more painful than his leg.
Finally, he made it to the big, scarred otter that he remembered fighting, narrowing his eyes before digging in with his clan. Strange meat, tough and chewy, with an odd flavor that he couldn't place. A rare meal that the entire clan could share, now. There might even be some left over. Perhaps he would keep one of the otter's claws. It would make an interesting memento from the battle.
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On unsteady paws, Bumblestar shouldered her way out of the medicine den for the first time in nearly a moon. She looked half-dead, gaunt and near-skeletal, ribs pushing against her sides and eyes partially sunk into their sockets. Perhaps seeing her so suddenly, in this state, would come as a shock to her Clanmates, but that was the furthest thing on her mind. The closest was murder; rip, tear, kill; make him pay for his crimes against her Clan.
Spiderthroat had given him mercy by letting him remain alive, untouched, with that name. He wouldn't get the same courtesy from her. ThunderClan would be receiving a feast and a show tonight.
"WOLFPAW!" The dehydrated hitch at the end of her snarl rendered it no less effective as it cracked like a whip across her camp. Any cat in any den would hear it. "GET OUT HERE BEFORE I COME LOOKIN' FOR YOU!"
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-ˏˋ his ears flickered as he padded from the warriors den...bumblestar was alive! but angry, he decided to watch from a distance... ˊˎ
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RoseMouse
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. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ "My claws work ta same even without ta leg" ࿐ྂ
She-cat | 57 moons old | ThunderClan Elder
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she watched from the elders den, eyes narrowed as she watched the leader step out...ah...that was bound to happen.
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DarkWater
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Tom | 12 moons old | ThunderClan warrior | half clan blood
"I gotta try my hardest to prove I'm more than just a mistake!"
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he looked up from the moss he was weaving for the kits...a surprise but this was...- bumblestar was alive! that- that wasn't good for the old medicine cat but good for the rest of the clan.
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DandelionPaw flinched mid lick her eyes wide as moons at the sound and sight of bumblestar, their leader was in bad shape but even worse she was angry. Very Angry
DandelionPaw pinned her ears back as she crept a bit closer to get a good eye on what was going to happen, she like everyone else had heard what wolfpaw had did- or more accurately didn't do. This would be interesting and DandelionPaw wasn't going to waste second of a good show.
Alpinemoon whipped her head upwards to see her leader Bumblestar furiously shout. It has been quite a while since she saw her leader out and about. Strange...Maybe she'd wanted to publicly execute Wolfpaw??? Many thoughts poured into her mind.
Chasmpaw looked up at Bumblestar's near-skeletal body and her mind went blank. What happened to Bumblestar? Why did she look like that? She just stared at her, waiting for Wolfpaw to step up.
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