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Originally Posted by finley.exe

ᗢ cobwebpaw ᗢ

purrks ; the collector , herbal knowledge tier 1
she/they . rc . 14 moons . one lame leg . tags ; @blxze. , @al3cc766

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cobwebpaw's head snapped up at the scent of thunderclan cats in the camp and goldfish's panicked calling. ' MINK! let's get our herbs ready.. ' her heart dropped at the small amount of herbs in the den. ' we're screwed. '

Originally Posted by Poprock

Ghostglow
Warrior || She/her || 35 Moons || Purrks: Lyrebird Lullaby

Battle. A word that had lingered in Ghostglow's mind for days much like how heat lingered long after the sun had set in green leaf. Uncomfortable, overbearing, annoying. Her skill set lay not in paw to paw combat, but in the shadows. Unlike her dear friend Drizzlenight she was not a skilled fighter, never had been. She was much better at damaging the mind. Something told her Riverclan cats were too dimwitted to have a mind worth breaking. Her eyes flickered between Bumblestar and Drizzlenight as they practically skipped towards their enemies. What did they see in such dangerous tactics?

Oh well, seemed killing these guppies in bunches would be the only way to keep their noses out of Thunderclan's business. Ears perked as a nearby apprentice mentioned the herb storage. Good. No need to kill them all right here, just deal enough damage and leave them to rot. No herbs meant no healing... the guppies were done. Speaking of guppies - here came one now! Might as well have a little fun.

"Oh my!" She giggled, leaping back from Fadingsun's claws. (He had gotten much too close...) Her own unsheathed as she retaliated, aiming multiple swipes at Fadingsun's face. She wasn't strong, but she was quick. "You might want to bow out now little one. Seems any wounds you or your clanmates take could be deadly." A bright smile as her tail waved towards Cobwebpaw.

@Cherry~

Eaglekit
RiverClan
she/her | 5 moons
[Golden and white tuxedo tabby with green eyes]
Purrks: Dreamwalker, Plot Armor
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Eaglekit burst out of the nursery at the sound of yowls and shrieks in camp, memories of that horrible day where Bumblestar dragged mauled corpses into the camp and left them to rot flashing in the forefront of her mind. She could still see it, still see the ThunderClan leader leading cats into Eaglekit's home and tearing into her clanmates--no, that was currently happening! Eaglekit gasped in terror, ears pinned back against her head as chaos and blood bloomed across the clearing. She heard Cobwebpaw's voice, and the large kit was spurred into action. "Cobwebpaw!" She called, racing to her side and standing slightly in front of her in case anyone tried to get close. Eaglekit was already bigger than some apprentices, despite her age. If she could use her size to ward off anyone who might think to pick off a cat with a lame leg, she would do her best. She tried to keep them close to the medicine cat den.

When a ThunderClan cat sneered simperingly at Cobwebpaw, Eaglekit hissed with a malice she hadn't known in her five moons of life. "Touch her and you're dead, mange-pelt!" She snarled, claws unsheathing into the cold ground. She couldn't fight, she knew that, but if she could keep to the den... Please don't tell her Cobwebpaw was going to try to fight someone!


[Update, finley told me about the perms so Eagle won't interfere! She'll be focused on Mossykit since Cobweb pushed her away and indicated she can handle herself >: ) (sorry I was unaware perms were given and it was leading up to a fight my bad!!)]

 

Originally Posted by Shellwhisker

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Larkswoop
Flock Together Tier 2 [ ACTIVE ]
ThunderClan Warrior - 24 Moons
Silverpaw's Primary Mentor

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Larkswoop barged into RiverClan's camp, launching herself at the first RiverClan warrior she saw.

Sparrowsnarl.

The ThunderClan she-cat bowled into the tom's side, throwing him to the ground. Hissing, Larkswoop raked sharp claws along his shoulder and flank, though they weren't wounds that would be permanent.

Sparrowsnarl
RiverClan
he/him | 50 moons
[Large, dark brown fluffy tom with amber eyes]
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Sparrowsnarl lunged for the first damned squirrel he could see rushing into camp, some cat he didn't know the name of, but would certainly know the feeling of their flesh under his claws soon enough. At least, that was what he thought until another squirrel barreled into him, sending the two tumbling off to the side in a flurry of claws and teeth.

Larkswoop. He vaguely recognized her from Gatherings. The large tom snarled up at her, using his superior strength to surge to his paws and aim a killing blow to the warrior's neck. He would not be playing around, today. These dung-pelts had invaded their camp yet again, attacking with no provocation after a warning to stand down--which they DID. Bumblestar and her idiot clanmates wanted a war? Sparrowsnarl would personally gut every damn ThunderClan cat and hang their innards on the outside of camp for everyone to see.