Warrior Clan Cats

The future's in your paws. Shape it well.

Roleplay in a cat Clan of warriors. Based off the Warriors series by Erin Hunter. Takes place in an AU before the cats in the books existed.
 
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Cancer Buffalo
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The skyline was bathed in blood-red rays of light, eerily predictive of the events that had transpired underneath their glow. It seemed as if everything was at peace. What storm did sweep through camp only raged on in the minds of the cats present. Some eyes were affixed on the still, broken pelt in the middle of camp. Other gazes were averted. Few knew of the death of their elect leader. Of how his body lay unmoving in the cavern in which the former, Starclan appointed leader had once taken up residency. And even less considered the patrol of cats weaving in between the sparse trees and dense undergrowth of the territory. Swift, determined, and prepared for a fight. None were ready for the fall of the revolution that had already come, unbeknownst to them. But resolution was just over the horizon.

ooc; this will be the final topic of the Darkness;Deliverance plot! Thank you all for participating. Burntstag is DEAD. The patrol coming of Riverclan and Shadowclan cats is here to reclaim their territory. Your characters may react how ever they would. But please keep in mind Stagclan is without direction and is basically falling apart. It is suggested extremists fight for the cause, but other should simply be generally confused. Thank you all for participating and I hope you get some development or fun from all of this~

Important Topics
Our Fathers' Sons - Wildstrike's attempted assassination and subsequent death at Burntstag's claws
Broken Crown - Burntstag's death

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✢  Beartooth of Thunderclan // 100/280 // Tom // color=#669900  ✢
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Jay Bird

Characters : Hailsong ♀ / Berrycloud ♂ / Redkit ♀
Female
Pisces Dragon
Number of posts : 3402
Age : 19
Clan/Rank : Riverclan

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The time for Shadowclan to recover was over. With the help of both medicine cat apprentices and the efforts of the warriors, the Shadowclan loyalist had managed to rise again. When Scorchstar decided that he was going to reclaim his lands, the Riverclan leader decided to take his side immediately and there they were. After walking through the marshes guided by both Thornbriar and Scorchstar, the patrol arrived at Shadowclan's camp.

The large, scarred tom stepped in with his paws covered in mud. He stood tall, his warriors by his side but what he found in the camp left him stunned. Under the scent of mud and prey, there was blood... and dead. And his fears were confirmed when he saw the dead body of the Shadowclan deputy, Wildstrike. He took a step back and opened his mouth but no word came out. He was just... shocked. He looked around, searching for an answer and he did notice the blood trail leading to a den. A hiss slowly emerged from his throat as he looked around to the Stagclan cats that were starting to gather. The leader unsheathed his claws, ready for the fight if it was needed. "Followers of Burntstag! I will ask you to leave now this place or face the consequences! These lands belong to Shadowclan!" He yowled fiercely, prepared for a battle. He might be older than most of these cats but he knew how to fight and had moons of experience.

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KittyKatz

Characters : Shadekit
Female
Cancer Rat
Number of posts : 39
Age : 11
Clan/Rank : Shadowclan, kit.

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Shade poked her head from the nursery and looked extremely confused, ~why would any cat ask to fight? They seem to be able to kill off-~ her thoughts were interrupted by her own tears that fell down her cheeks "f-fight? I-I can't fight... don't hurt me, please!" Her voice was shaky and broken, "daddy was here first..." she whispered, she didn't know anything about the past, she only knew Stagclan but nothing else. She wanted the fighting to stop, she didn't want anymore bloodshed, she hardly seen any but she couldn't bare anymore, she thought it was sickly, ugly and terrible. She thought that peace could save her from seeing the terrible sight again. But the kit didn't know anything to say. She just stood there, shocked.


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Mosspelt

Characters : Mossbloom (M) ; Dappleshine (D) ; Goldengale (G)
Female
Cancer Rat
Number of posts : 680
Age : 23
Clan/Rank : (M) ThunderClan - Tier 1 Medicine Cat ; (D) RiverClan - Tier 3 Warrior ; (G) WindClan - Tier 1 Warrior

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Sunstrike stood silently, surveying the faces around her. Flintfang had been shaken, seeming to not be able to firmly find his paws underneath of him. Burnt... It was clear that something was on his mind, but it was not her place to try to figure that out, or offer her assistance, that was his mate's responsibility. Speaking of... She glanced at Silent Snows quickly, a small sigh leaving her. Burnt had made his choice, and she had respected that and the white queen, but with her reaction to everything, maybe he had made the wrong choice. It wasn't her place to say though, so she stayed silent for a moment longer before taking the lead while Burnt, Flintfang and Dawnpaw spoke in the old leader's den. Surely they wouldn't be long, but in any case, some cats should work to remove the body from the camp and get it buried, the poor kits had already seen for more than she had ever dreamed they would under Burnt's reign.

As she began to speak in her usual, low tones, calling some fellow warriors to aid her in burying Wildstrike's body, a noise at the entrance of the camp forced her to whirl around. Not sure of what to expect, she braced herself - had Wildstrike's attack been a mere distraction? As Jaystar padded through the entrance, her suspicions were confirmed. Eyes narrowed, and ears flat to her head, she hissed a response, taking the reigns until Burnt emerged. He had been in there for so long, it couldn't be much longer, right? "No, these lands belong to StagClan now. ShadowClan left of their own choice, no battle was fought here when they left with their tail between their legs. The only one with a wound when ShadowClan made their choice was Scorchstar, caused by his own blindness and a miscommunication. This is why we turned out backs on the code, don't you see? Look at the kits! This is the first they've seen of war or death, and it's because you foxhearts sent someone to murder one of our own. Was Wildstrike merely another pawn, sent as a distraction to scar the minds of the youth and those who wanted nothing more than peace? You stand nobly, Jaystar, chained by your own failures to yourself and the code, just as we once were. You can cast those chains away, and never have to fear punishment or hatred from those around you!"

She looked behind the RiverClan leader, eyes widening in dismay as she saw the clearly prepared battle patrol. Fire burned in her belly, as strong and fierce as the sun for which she was named, and she looked back at the kits that were Burnt's legacy before turning back to Jaystar, a look of almost pleading in her gaze. "There are eyes that are far too young to see or understand this mouse-brained argument. ShadowClan left, by their own choices. They could have made the decision to cast away the bonds of the code and StarClan, living for themselves and their families together as one instead of having to tread lightly around a moons old code that gets broken and tossed to the side regularly, even by those who claim to lead and set the example for us." Her eyes gleamed in the sunrise, casting it's red fingers across the marshes and into the very heart of the camp. She couldn't help but look towards the leader's den again, begging the large, strong and charismatic calico to emerge once more, and take back the lead. He had always been so good with words.... Oh Burnt, where are you?

OOC: I apologize, this is a mobile post haha... Please forgive of it's not super grand!

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Mossbloom (She-Cat): 45 HP/100 SP ThunderClan Medicine Cat (Tier 1) (009933)
Dappleshine (She-Cat): 60 HP/200 SP RiverClan Warrior (Tier 3) (006699)
Goldengale (She-Cat): 40 HP/120 SP WindClan Warrior (Tier 1) (ff9900)

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rrrosie

Characters : [N]ight, [H]awkkit
Female
Cancer Dog
Number of posts : 41
Age : 13
Clan/Rank : [N] Stagclan Kit, [H] Riverclan Kit

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Night had stayed from the nursery and silently walked over to the den that the trail of blood went into. She stopped when she noticed a differently smelling Tom stood and spoke, he looked battle scared and ready to fight. Night was terrified and tucked her tail. She had was dead meat compared to the large tom. She started to shake as she though a fight would break out. A body laid in the camp but she too worried about her father to care. She wanted to run back to Silent Snows at the very instant but she thought that if she moved claws would tear into her pelt and rip her life away from her. So she stayed put, her eyes flashing with fear. She hoped the cat did not see her, she was just a kit after all.

She looked at Sunstrike as she spoke. Her words gave her new confidence. She was still scared but confident enough to put on a show and straighten her tail and place a paw forward. She lifted her head high as if showing herself off. She didn’t know what most of Sunstrikes words meant but they were for her clan and she had to be loyal to her clan and her father. Her eyes peeled away from the tom that had been standing at the entrance and to her fathers den before back to Sunstrike and the tom.

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Virgo Cat
Number of posts : 659
Age : 19

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Dawnpaw had left Flintfang and Burnt alone in his den. Her words were fiery and stung, but they simply bounced from Flintfang's pelt. He didn't hear anything anymore. He didn't register the bramble den or the sounds of Jaystar reclaiming ShadowClan's camp. It didn't mean anything. Nothing meant anything. The feeling of blood on his paws was strange, almost stimulating as he swirled it around in his pads. Like thick water, or honey. Burnt's fur was crimson, weakly washed near the head where Flintfang had allowed his tears to soak away the red. He would bury the tom in a quiet place. One that wasn't filled with hazy sounds of an angry Jaystar, or a hopeless Sunstrike, or Cinderface. They had clung on until the very end, and Flintfang wanted to tell them to rest. It was over now. There would be no more fights, and no more doubts. Nothing mattered. And there was no more StagClan. Scraps of moss clung to Burnt's pelt as Flintfang dragged his king into the clearing, letting his broken body shine in full view. The gasps that followed were meaningless. And Flintfang meant their eyes with a cold, emotionless state. The space behind his green eyes was empty, and his heart was hollow. There was no room to despair. All his tears soaked into Burnt's pelt. And there was no room to fight, as Burnt already wore a coat of crimson.

"He's dead." Flintfang said plainly, meeting the eyes of Sunstrike and Cinderface. Lastly turning to Jaystar. "I'm going to bury him. Let me pass." It was easy to set his paws to a task. Dragging a body through the clearing was a mindless one, that required no higher thinking. The blank stares that followed only hung in the air as distant as stars. "Littlesun, Bonewatcher. Come with me. There's nothing left here." Silently, ever so silently, Flintfang hauled Burnt's body away from Jaystar. Away from Scorchstar. Through the entrance and through the territory. Behind him, StagClan was dying. But Flintfang had already given up. The fate of the rest of their clan was theirs to decide. Maybe they'd fight. Or maybe they'd become exiles. But Flintfang flew above it all, a hazy, nonapplicable drift, like a raven in the fog. After he buried Burnt, he'd gather up the shards of light he had taken for granted. Littlesun and Bonewatcher. And he'd lead them away from the forest that stained their lives. They'd become loners in the Twolegplace, or maybe they'd explore beyond the territories. He'd take his mouse skull with him. And he'd find Mosspaw one last time. The tom wanted to apologize, to say goodbye before leaving. And then he would live. He would live as Burnt had allowed him to do.

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Mocha

Mocha

Female
Gemini Monkey
Number of posts : 182
Age : 15
Clan/Rank : SC and WC

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Yew found herself being woken from an already fitful sleep, one haunted by coppery tangs and unmoving bodies. The clearing was still painted with a glowing crimson, but the air mixed the scents of morning with the stink of prey-blood and fish. Yew's nose twitched without warning, and she froze.

Yew sniffed the air again. The scent of fish was stronger, more pungent than the night before, and met with the sound of paws beating against the ground. Yew freed herself from the bed of clumpy moss, ready to fight any cat that dare endanger her kin. Being the only apprentice between her siblings, she felt an immediate call to protect them from danger, despite the fact that they were all born at the same time. What else was there to do, after all? None of them had received training from the greatest warriors in Stagclan, nor had they been beyond the camp boundaries. (Yew resolutely ignored the fact that before yesterday, she had no hint of cats beyond their borders. Other matters came first.) If it came down to it, she would be the first line of defence for the nursery, and similarly the last.

These thoughts, as great and noble as they were for a cat of her size and strength, took a backseat as soon as she saw what exactly the sounds of dragging were coming from.

Flintfang, the very cat who her father had... killed another for, was dragging her father's cooling corpse across the clearing, eyes cloudy and unfocused on the clan-sized group of cats that pooled around the entrance to Stagclan's camp, looking upon the scene with a mix of disgust, shock and horror.

"Father?" She mewed, uncertain if she should move forward, intimidated by the mass of unfamiliar cats. "Father! Please answer me!" She leaned forward, but her paws were still frozen in place, her frightened, high-pitched mew cracking on the final syllable.


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Plooomfy Kari

Plooomfy Kari

Characters : Thornbriar / Silent Snows / Wasppaw
Female
Capricorn Cat
Number of posts : 631
Age : 19
Clan/Rank : SC Deputy / SC Queen / RC Appy

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Thornbriar followed beside Scorchstar, coming to a stop not far from Jaystar and his gathered cats. Her good eye was fixed firmly on the few cats she could see.

Traitors, all of them.

She instinctually found herself looking for Asterspark, but stopped herself upon realizing it. She didn't care where he was. Accident or not, he'd flung their leader from Jaggedrock and turned his back on their clan. On his family. On their friendship. He didn't deserve her mercy... or her concern. Flexing her claws into the soft mud beneath her, Thornbriar lashed her tail as she felt that familiar rage bubbling up from somewhere deep inside of her.

No matter how many clanmates turned their backs on her, she'd always have her fury to keep her company.

It was then that Jaystar spoke, calling out to the traitors milling about the camp like the often fat, lazy prey of Greenleaf. She almost wanted to laugh at their shocked, confused expressions as the patrol of Shadowclanners and Riverclanners streamed into camp.

The Stagclanners made no attempt to stop them though.

That is... until a pretty calico she-cat that Thornbriar recognized only marginally turned to look at them. Her face was a mix of various emotions until it finally settled on visible anger. She spoke, babbling nonsense about blindness and kits. Thornbriar was fully prepared to step forward and silence the little mongrel. They didn't have time for speeches and pretty words. Today was a day of action. They hadn't yet realized they'd lost... had they? Thornbriar opened her jaws to cut Sunstrike off when...

"Was Wildstrike merely another pawn, sent as a distraction to scar the minds of the youth and those who wanted nothing more than peace?"

... What?

The large she-cat stared at the traitor before them, confusion sparking in her mind. What was she chattering about now? Sunstrike continued, but at this point Thornbriar was focused on one thing and one thing only. Her gaze raked the clearing, no longer looking for a pelt of blue, but rather that familiar tabby pelt she'd grown up alongside. It took her a moment. In fact, she almost didn't spot him...

But there he was.

The breath rushed from her lungs when she finally caught sight of Wildstrike's body. A couple cats surrounded him, almost as if hiding him... or preparing to move the large tom. However, her partially obscured view of him didn't hide the brown-red stain that darkened her old friend's fur.

"He's... gone?"

As soon as the words slipped from her mouth in a broken whisper, everything came rushing back in a flood of rage and loss.

"--and set the example for us."

Thornbriar surged forward as a vicious growl tore from her throat, nearly slamming into Flintfang with how quickly she shoved past him. She stopped with her bared fangs just a hair's breadth away from the other she-cat's little russet nose. "You. Did you kill him you little piece of rat-waste?" She snarled, her voice a violent, ugly rasp. She couldn't stop. She didn't want to. These pathetic wastes of fur and bone had ended the life of the only true companion she had left without a second thought... and she was nothing if not a cat of vengeance.

"Answer me, and I might not rip your tongue from your disgusting little maw right here. Who killed him?"



Staring vacantly ahead, Silent's mind was lost to a swirling, tangled mess of emotions and thoughts. Her uncle was dead, but that she'd been particularly close to him... so why did she feel his loss so strongly? Why did her heart ache so horribly, her stomach a knotted mess of grief.

She couldn't be anywhere near Burnt right now. Stars, she even had a hard time handling the kits at the moment. Her heart felt like it was encased in a cold, numbing ice.

What would happen to them?

The Riverclan leader's shout dragged her from her thoughts and in an instant... she knew. Their fate was scrawled in the rich, crimson blood that was spilled beneath last night's moon.

Stagclan would perish.

Their time was dwindling. Soon it would be all over. Rising to her paws without a word, Silent Snows began padding towards the den she'd seen her mate last disappear into. Any cat that stood in her way met her shoulder as she shoved past them...

Only to nearly run face first into Flintfang.

The tom wore a grim, dull expression, his teeth buried in the scruff of her lover. He pushed past her, but she didn't even spare him a glance once her gaze landed on Burnt. His eyes, normally so piercing and alert, were now blank and unseeing as the dull film of death begun glazing them over. Her love lay in ruins along with her mate... bloody and lifeless.

He was gone.

Silent Snows couldn't breathe, and even the shrieking of her kits rang tinnily in her ears. Numbly, she watched Flintfang drag her love's bloody corpse away from her. There was nothing she could do for him now. Turning away from him, she began padding towards Yew and Shade near the nursery... her very last words to the only tom she'd truly loved echoing in the young queen's head.

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Yoshachu Scorchachu

Yoshachu Scorchachu

Characters : (a) Scorchstar♂, (b) Sans♂, (c) Poppyheart♂
Female
Aquarius Rat
Number of posts : 3782
Age : 22
Clan/Rank : (a) ShadowClan - Leader, (b) Outsider - Rogue, (c) ShadowClan - Tier 4 Warrior

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Scorchstar followed close behind Jaystar, his eyes glued ahead of him, shining with determination. He was no longer weakened by the head trauma caused by the fall from Jaggedrock. While he had indeed ended up losing his third life to the wound, he was now much stronger and more capable to take his Clan back. ShadowClan was not dead, at least not entirely, no matter what the prophecy from many moons ago foretold; from the ashes of the fire and destruction Burntstag had caused, Scorchstar will be the seed, the sapling, the surviving element that will help the Clan grow back and flourish, growing stronger than ever before. Just as Honeydrop had told him.

At Jaystar’s brave yowl to the StagClanners, Scorchstar prepared himself to fight whomever would try to drive them out, specifically Burntstag. But upon seeing the complete mess within his home territory’s camp, he hesitated. Every cat looked so ... defeated. This was not what he had been expecting upon returning back home. His eyes scanned the camp, quickly registering everything that had presented itself to him. In an instant he recognized the bloodied and limp form of Burntstag being dragged out by one of his loyalists. He had expected to feel nothing in the wake of his former apprentice’s demise, nothing but victory and relief ... but he surprised himself to find he couldn’t help but feel guilty and sad. Could he have done something different in training the kit he had taken in all those moons ago?

Then his gaze shifted to the limp tabby form in the center of camp. He recognized the pelt’s color, and only after Sunstrike practically screamed the cat’s name did he realize why his deputy and only remaining sibling Wildstrike had disappeared a few days ago....

It was all too much for Scorchstar to handle. All the yelling. All the betrayal. All the heartache.

He felt something within him snap.

SILENCE!! he roared, his booming voice echoing throughout the camp, causing the entire clearing to go silent. He glared at the StagClanners, his fur bristling with more rage than he had ever felt before. These cats had not only betrayed him, his Clan, and their warrior ancestors, but they had also killed his last remaining littermate. That was unforgivable.

...But he couldn’t let his rage cloud his judgement. What kind of leader would he be if he made such rash decisions under the influence of fury? He knew what he needed to do. ”Cats is former StagClan! Every single one of you have betrayed ShadowClan and the warrior code. You have betrayed your friends and family. And what’s worse is two of our Clanmates had to die because of this rebellion that never should have even taken place! Because of your foolish decisions, your deputy — whether you choose to see him as such or not — and your so-called leader are both dead! Was it worth it to you?”

He breathed heavily, worked up by his rage, sweeping his furious gaze across the camp to rest his unforgiving fiery amber eyes on each of those who had betrayed him. His own Clanmates. His own apprentice. His own children.

He stepped forward away from Jaystar’s side to stand in the center of the camp for all to hear him. ”Now, you all have a new choice to make, since you all are so very fond of making those and derailing yourselves from Clan life despite the very obvious consequences you knew would be in store should your fragile leader fall. Cats of ‘StagClan’, you will choose what will happen next to you: either you can ask for forgiveness and be accepted back into ShadowClan at the cost of your rank, being forced to retire to the elders’ or queens’ dens permanently ... or you can leave the Clan forever and live the rest of your lives as a rogue. Choose now ... or else I will choose for you.”

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Grizzly

Grizzly

Characters : [F]erretnose, [A]spenpaw, [S]andblaze
Male
Sagittarius Horse
Number of posts : 1214
Age : 16
Clan/Rank : [F] ThunderClan T2 [A] WindClan MCA [S] SkyClan T2

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Cinderface stood brokenly as Burntstag's body was paraded through camp. Flintfang moved to bury him. The madness of it all. What kind of cats were these, to allow him to die, and do nothing to preserve his legacy? They did not fight for their new destiny, they let it die! It was all dying, the glorious dream, and Silent Snows retreated into the nursery like a coward. How dare she, when it could have been Cinderface, rallying the many eyes of StagClan to fight back against the puny resolves of the Code? Was Wildstrike's maimed corpse not enough to show them all that they were more powerful than this alone? Such a display should have secured their place in the forest. Like ShadowClan, they didn't fight for what was justly theirs. Cowards, all of them. Burntstag had chosen wrong. He was a fallen god after all. His fur was lifeless and dead. So did the eyes of Silent Snows mirror it, defeated. A joke of a she-cat, turning tail and making herself a captive. She deserved to die. And so, the fragile threads that Cinderface had built around her like a spiderweb snapped across her claws. Darkness seeped into her face as she hissed in Scorchstar's face and whipped around. 

Her steps were slow, calculated, puncturing the soft ground of the camp. It seemed, to all who watched, that she had given up on the dream as well. Nay, Cinderface's dream was only beginning. Her eyes flickered to the nursery. Her hackles bristled. "You dishonor your mate, Silent Snows," she called out in a singsong voice, not bothering to face the queen. "You're a traitor. The future of this clan rested with you, and you turn and run?. We will not die at your paws! Glory and honor to StagClan!" 

Clearly, she had caused quite a scene. Perfect. They would all look on with horror as blood was spilt on that pretty white fur. With both slain bodies dumped in the clearing, the spirits of StagClan were hers to capture. She looked to RiverClan and ShadowClan with pity. An ardent cry of war pierced the sky, and Cinderface sprinted towards the white she-cat. She shoved her opponent into the nursery, throwing her against the bramble wall inside. They were trapped, both of them, with Cinderface blocking the entrance. The she-cat smacked her lips hungrily and leapt at Silent Snow's throats once more, pinning her under her claws. "Your loved ones will bury you, and your kits will be mine to nurture. This clan moves on without you. Make your begging quick, before they come tearing through this nursery to rescue you."

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Characters : (C)hatsworth, (S)tormpaw, (SA)lamander
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Taurus Dog
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Chaos. That was all Salamander knew.

There wasn’t any fighting. There wasn’t any screaming. All the discord happened inside his mind. Even as his siblings were herded back inside by their mother, Salamander stayed by the entrance, softly swaying, refusing to go back to the den. What was happening? The cat still hadn’t gotten up. Red stuff gushed out of his neck even though it felt like it should have stopped a while ago. He heard his father yowl from inside one of the dens, but was too afraid to go investigate. He heard his father’s call. He saw Dawnpaw and Flintfang go inside. Then it was silent again.

His paws got tired of standing up, but he couldn’t bring himself to go back inside. If another bad cat was to come and make loud noises, he had to protect his siblings. Right? Salamander felt a wall of insecurity crash into him. He was just a kit. A stupid kit. He didn’t want to sleep like the cat in the center of the camp. Perhaps it would just be better to curl up with his siblings...

Just as he started padding into the ferny nursery, something happened. The calico swiveled his ears toward the camp entrance. There was a loud, booming voice he never heard before. Talking something about... Shadowclan? What was a Shadowclan? He looked. It was a large, grey-furred cat Salamander never saw before. Still a bit dazed from the whole situation, the tom didn’t react, just staring blankly at the other. He had a bunch of cats behind him... where did they come from? He saw Sunstrike stand up, speak, and then nearly slammed into by a stranger cat. His hackles raised. What were they doing? His siblings came out, and then their mother.

Something else happened, too. Flintfang came out from where his father was, and was... carrying him? No. There was the same prey-stuff, but now it was coming out of hin, too. It trailed behind him, mixed with the mud in the most sickening way. His eyes were all wrong, his body was all wrong, and the distraught glint in his mother’s eyes as she walked walked away just screamed everything is wrong.

A new cat came, even bigger than the previous and with bright orange eyes, yowling so loud Salamander’s ears tingled. He spoke of traitors. What was he talking about? They weren’t traitors, they lived here! Who were they? Why was everything so wrong? What did he do? What did father do? He tried to sort it through his mind, but nothing made sense.

A strange cat came and is now sleeping with weird stuff coming out of his neck.

Now father was sleeping and dripping, and was being dragged away.

Mother looks absolutely broken, nowhere near the kindly she-cat he always knew. And now Cinderface was yelling at her.

And all of this, because of the strange cats. The strange cats that were now here. Standing in the middle of his home. Yelling at his friends.

”No!” he cried. His life was falling apart, his perfect life. ”No, no no no!” Salamander ran forward as best as his tired, wobbly, stunned legs could, straight at what he thought was their leader- the massive black tom in the center of camp. Maybe if he got them to leave, if he got them to say sorry, then everything would be alright. Everything would just turn out to be a bad dream.

”Just go away! You’re making mommy sad!” he tried to pummel him with his paws. But he never learned to fight. His “blows” were just weak, uncoordinated smushes, and did nothing but move around the ginormous quantity of fur the tom had.

”Go away! Go away, right now!” But it did nothing. This other cat was so much bigger than him. He was so tiny. This other cat can walk into their home and do whatever he wanted, and Salamander was powerless. A stupid little kit. He felt a lump in his throat, and tears started soaking into his fur.

He didn’t hear Cinderface attack his mother. He didn’t hear the hisses from the Stagclan cats. All he saw was the dumb, worthless thing he was, and this all-controlling cat before him.

”Go...” He collapsed onto the ground before him, sobbing. He couldn’t do anything. He was just a feeble little thing, and they were all big and strong. No matter how hard he fought, other cats will always be taking control of his life. Breaking his family. And he could do nothing to change his fate.

”Please...”


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Having not ever strayed far from Scorchstar's over the course of recent events, Daisyflame watched as something within the tom seemed to snap, which wasn't something that happened often, if ever. It was the same rage he'd felt when Lichenmask mercilessly murdered his mother, which is what proceeded to kill his father. Feeling such hate and disgust towards some-cat... it was understandable and sometimes healthy to get out of your system, so long as you didn't take such emotions very far, which he doubt his leader would do.

Listening to Scorchstar, what he said was reasonable, though Daisyflame would've been more hard on the traitors, if it were up to him. In such a short amount of time, they'd managed to cause so much damage, so simply being left to live as a rouge seemed somewhat... soft, but he knew he didn't have a say in the matter and stayed quiet, just casting glances at the surrounding cats, curious as to what they'd choose.

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Cancer Rat
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"F-father's dead?" She gasped. Shade's eye's widened with fear and words echoed inside her head ~traitor!~ She shook her head I'm no traitor? Am I? How can I be the traitor when Shadowclan was the one invading?~ She blinked worried eyes at her mother, she understood only half of the words said "dad can't be dead.. can he?" She mewled, her voice full of fear and anger "who would do this?!" She yowled suddenly. She padded towards the group of angry Shadowclan cats. "Why should we j-join you?" Her voice was broken by her sadness and she began to cry "why sh-should w-we le-leave when w-we were here f-first?" She asked sadly "wh-why do you think you can c-come in here and m-make-" She broke off and cried into her paws, everything was going wrong, cats dying everywhere she curled up in the clearing, not knowing what to think "you c-come here t-to make ev-everyone u-upset and you j-just decide t-to take o-over?"
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Dawnpaw stepped out of the leader's den with a grave emptiness. She was still wounded, her heart aching with its familiar sting, but she didn't have time to dwell. For now she had to plan, and to plan she had to be rational. Dawnpaw could still be rational after all this, couldn't she? The tortoiseshell she-cat's eyes snapped to the newcomers in camp. 'Figures. Perfect timing.' She recognized the leaders as they entered, shouting hostilities to the traitors of StagClan. This was not her problem. Her attention was briefly stolen by Flintfang limping out of camp with Burntstag's body, taking the last of her littermates with him. Truly her sister was as lost as their siblings in the grave.

A plan had yet to form in her mind, but she knew staying would be as dangerous as it was pointless. The kits that wailed over their father's body were nothing to her. Dawnpaw walked towards the newcomers and the exit with a confident carelessness that rivaled even the toughest of alley cats. Burntstag's sister paused only to dip her head to the two leaders and to meow a simple greeting: "Jaystar. Scorchstar." She continued past them, through the camp entrance, and began plotting her next actions as she walked out of her last true sense of home.

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Cancer Rat
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She had been focused on the RiverClan leader, so when the frighteningly familiar visage of Thornbriar was suddenly in her face Sunstrike's eyes widened. The she-cat that was nose to nose with her was ready to kill, despite everything she had just said. Her tail flicked angrily as she realized that none of them had changed, they were all still so quick to anger and eager to ignore the voices of those they considered unworthy or beneath them. Her ears flattened to her head as she hissed back, completely missing the scene in the nursery. "Always so eager to assume, despite having the facts laid before you. Wildstrike snuck into the camp and attacked Flintfang, presumably by your orders. Flintfang didn't even have the chance to defend himself, and would have died otherwise, you spineless, foxhearted pieces of crowfood." She stood her ground, hissing past Thornbriar to Scorchstar. "None of you have changed. You still only listen to what you want to hear, and to the Dark Forest with anything that gets your pelts in a tussle. So quick to bare teeth and flash claws, even in the presence of kits. And you call yourselves leaders and models of the forest. You should be ashamed at this display. You have no right here, not anymore, Scorchstar. You left of your own decision, your tail between your legs like a kit who got scolded by it's mother."

Just then, Flintfang emerged, blood on his forepaws and dragging a body behind him. For a moment, she thought he was taking care of disposing of Wildstrike's body, but a gasp escaped her as she recognized the blood-stained pelt of Burnt. Eyes wide with sorrow and pain, her shoulders hunched. And she bowed her head for a moment before lifting it back to stare at Thornbriar and Scorchstar. "Look what you've done. We've lived in peace, for nearly an entire moon. These kits have never seen an ounce of spilled blood, and today they've now seen two deaths. The only thing that changed in the last moon, was your arrival. Can't you see that you are the problem, not us? Can't you see that you, along with your maghot-ridden code and ancestors and behind the daily issues between the clans?" She shook her head, her eyes and voice cold and unforgiving. "Perhaps someday you will realize. I only hope you don't realize too late. Burnt was ahead of his time, and could have brought revolution... But you snuffed it out by not being ready. I hope you're proud of yourselves." With that, the pretty she-cat turned her back on the cats, and moved to help Flintfang shoulder Burnt's body.

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