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╔══ ≪ °❈° ≫ ══╗ Mothflame
Fluffy leopard-spotted she-cat with dichroic eyes and a scar covering half her face.
She/Her | 29 Moons | + every 19th | ThunderClan Warrior | Sweet but Deadly
Purrks:
Mind Reader [INACTIVE] • Killer Aptitude T3 [INACTIVE] • Ultimate Predator [Permanently Active] • Just a Scratch [Permanently Active]
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Death and violence never scared her. In fact, seeing blood caused a strange surge of dopamine to burst within her. It was strange indeed. So when her eyes lay upon the bloodied scene, all she could think of was to kill.
A sadistic smirk making its way to her face, Mothflame lingered near her brother, tail flicking with amusement.
"What a sight that is..." She murmured, voice dripping with bloodlust and malice despite her attempts on keeping both her expression and tone normal. Her claws were unsheathed, just itching to dig into some flesh.
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Heroneye dashed out of camp, her mind racing faster than her paws. ThunderClan had apparently had an ill-fated encounter with the otters who had been plaguing the forest for some time. While it was no secret that they were trouble, they had just made themselves evident in a way that both ThunderClan and RiverClan could no longer ignore.
Even then, the Lionheart knew she wouldn't be able to fully comprehend the danger they faced until, well, she faced it. What's more is that she hadn't had to raise her claws against a real enemy in some moons, and suffice to say she was apprehensive to change that. Still she raced forward, her paws beating against the ground with cold determination.
As she arrived in Smallpines, her ears pinned back as she caught a whiff of the unmistakeable scent of fresh blood. She came to stand alongside the other RiverClan cats, glancing between them, the ThunderClan patrol, and the strikingly red water (Great StarClan, is that a leg?) She clenched her teeth and diverted her gaze, instead choosing to size up the ThunderClanners... who didn't seem to be doing all that well themselves. At least their deputy didn't, anyway. Well, now Heroneye could tell without even looking at the otters that she was about to be ripped to shreds.
Heroneye narrowed her eyes, keeping her fur lying flat. She couldn't think like that. She had been chosen to help rid the Clans of this scourge, and she had to take that responsibility seriously; she didn't have time for doubts. She told herself that, and yet she couldn't completely calm her pounding heart. She silently dug her claws into the marshy earth, gazing cautiously at Owlstar for her instructions.
Floodpaw(sight)
demoted until May 20th ✦ RiverClan Warrior | 29 moons | Mind Reader ; Killer Aptitude T3 ; empty slot
She'd arrived as soon as she heard her name be called. Smallpines. There was only one reason to return back here with this large of a party. One reason being the otters. Two times has she been here with Dusklion, two times, two battles- and the damn thing was still here cursing the forest with their presence and stealing their share of fish. And one time more to scour for the remains of Jayfrost and Mudsmoke.
And then, there was today. Floodsight- paw hoped it would be the last time they see of these monsters.
As fast as she could, the silver she-cat made her way towards the border to join up with the rest of the patrol and- ThunderClan...
Blood flooded the area and the air tainted with the same mineral smell from seasons ago. A battle had happened. Was this why they weren't at the Gathering, so she heard? Or... She shook her head, and her stormy eyes searched around to the leader that called them, giving them a brief nod, waiting for further instructions.
Spiderthroat
He/Him || ThunderClan Deputy
Beefed Up Tier III || Just a Scratch || Hulk SMASH
Aye! Just as Mari said, this is incredibly time sensitive. Goal is to have this fully wrapped up within three (3) days! If your roleplay partner hasn't responded within 24 hours, skip over them! TC wise, if you aren't swift with responses, it will reflect on your characters /w\ If there's any concerns please reach out to me!
There's 5 otters total. Some are minimally harmed, one decently harmed.
each otter should have one RC + TC pairing , please be sure to be organized! Find your fighting buddy ! /w\ Just like Raise the Tide, please be realistic in how the otters behave. You can find the thread Here if you need a refresher.
THUNDERCLAN: you should get some decent injuries !! They are still no joke, only difference is, you know how they work. Just as Dino stated in Get in the Water,
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ThunderClan has a slightly better understanding of how these things fight, but they’re still dangerous. There is a lower chance of death during this confrontation, but it’s still a possibility for afterward if your character slips up or sustains major injury. Resulting injuries are still going to be nasty. Apprentices are not permitted to participate.
Spiderthroat's buddy will be Owlstar /w\
The calico let out a hefty wheeze, an attempted laugh. He wasn't expecting to have this rag tag group fight off the otters. Just expecting to do surveillance work, and figure out a way to proceed. But. This needed to get done. They needed to be chased off or killed. Ears twitched as she sent off for more warriors of her own. Thankful for the number she brought with her. His own warriors already assessed on how the otters worked. He'd assumed the RiverClanners would understand how the beasts worked, considering they dealt with them more than he himself had.
"If these things get killed, all of em. You keep three carcases, we take two. Sound like a fair deal?" he'd asked. Already taking a step towards forwards, a soft step. Gentle crouch. His bloodied fur dusting the sand and rocks below. "An ambush will work best, you hear me ThunderClan? Pair up with a RiverClanner. If you get hurt come to me, I can patch you up quick but I can't heal any loss of limbs." he said simply. Especially considering he himself shouldn't be on the battle field. His wounds would be open, if the smaller one's hadn't already just based off the trek here.
"Work with the fish. Nothing funny." was all he said. With that, he slunk forwards. Softly enough. Gently enough, that the stupid short furred beast didn't see him coming. It was the one he'd fought previously. The jerk that got away. He'd show him this time. Once he was a decent distance away, he flung himself forwards. Landing squarely on the otters back.
The Deputy wasted no time laying into the stupid furry thing. Teeth sinking into the back of the neck, but his back paws firmly planted into the ground. He refused to let it drag him towards that water. Instead. He'd drag it towards the trees. Not so tough without that water. Were they.
A perfect opening , if Owlstar had followed, neck open. Belly open. But his hold was slipping. It was hunched sideways, as it was minimally taller than he was. Only by a hair. He couldn't hold it for long, and especially not with the wounds he had.
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Acornfall turned at Spiderthroat's announcement and nodded, giving a glance of acknowledgement to Hickorysmoke before turning to his sister. "Looks like we'll be working separately this time sis." He mewed, trying to laugh it off or play down his anxiety. He touched his nose to her ear affectionately, briefly. "Be careful." He knew she wouldn't heed his plea, or take it very seriously. But it needed to be said.
Acornfall found a RiverClanner to pair up, dipping his head. "I'm Acornfall." He introduced himself, it only felt right. They were about to risk their lives together. He turned, spotting one of the otters sauntering over towards Spiderthroat, seemingly in retribution for him attacking it's friend. The large brown tabby flicked an ear at it to signal his partner before rushing at it. The RiverClan cat, who he would soon know to be called Caveclaw, seemed like a formidable. So hopefully this will work out nicely. Though he hurried towards his target, his paws skirted the ground.
Silently, giving no warning, Acornfall lunged at the creatures front leg, sinking his teeth into it's leg as firmly as he could. Claws unsheathed, one foreclaw grabbing onto the otter's leg as his other three legs he used to plant himself to the ground. Trying to prevent the beast from dragging him towards the water. Instead, he tried to drag it away, not just from the water but from Spiderthroat as well. Though he had to let go and leap back to dodge an incoming tail. Those blasted tails! Good thing Spiderthroat warned him to look out for that! But Acornfall was far from giving up, growling at his chosen target in challenge.
Spiderthroat
He/Him || ThunderClan Deputy
Beefed Up Tier III || Just a Scratch || Hulk SMASH
Aye! Just as Mari said, this is incredibly time sensitive. Goal is to have this fully wrapped up within three (3) days! If your roleplay partner hasn't responded within 24 hours, skip over them! TC wise, if you aren't swift with responses, it will reflect on your characters /w\ If there's any concerns please reach out to me!
There's 5 otters total. Some are minimally harmed, one decently harmed.
each otter should have one RC + TC pairing , please be sure to be organized! Find your fighting buddy ! /w\ Just like Raise the Tide, please be realistic in how the otters behave. You can find the thread Here if you need a refresher.
THUNDERCLAN: you should get some decent injuries !! They are still no joke, only difference is, you know how they work. Just as Dino stated in Get in the Water,
Spiderthroat's buddy will be Owlstar /w\
The calico let out a hefty wheeze, an attempted laugh. He wasn't expecting to have this rag tag group fight off the otters. Just expecting to do surveillance work, and figure out a way to proceed. But. This needed to get done. They needed to be chased off or killed. Ears twitched as she sent off for more warriors of her own. Thankful for the number she brought with her. His own warriors already assessed on how the otters worked. He'd assumed the RiverClanners would understand how the beasts worked, considering they dealt with them more than he himself had.
"If these things get killed, all of em. You keep three carcases, we take two. Sound like a fair deal?" he'd asked. Already taking a step towards forwards, a soft step. Gentle crouch. His bloodied fur dusting the sand and rocks below. "An ambush will work best, you hear me ThunderClan? Pair up with a RiverClanner. If you get hurt come to me, I can patch you up quick but I can't heal any loss of limbs." he said simply. Especially considering he himself shouldn't be on the battle field. His wounds would be open, if the smaller one's hadn't already just based off the trek here.
"Work with the fish. Nothing funny." was all he said. With that, he slunk forwards. Softly enough. Gently enough, that the stupid short furred beast didn't see him coming. It was the one he'd fought previously. The jerk that got away. He'd show him this time. Once he was a decent distance away, he flung himself forwards. Landing squarely on the otters back.
The Deputy wasted no time laying into the stupid furry thing. Teeth sinking into the back of the neck, but his back paws firmly planted into the ground. He refused to let it drag him towards that water. Instead. He'd drag it towards the trees. Not so tough without that water. Were they.
A perfect opening , if Owlstar had followed, neck open. Belly open. But his hold was slipping. It was hunched sideways, as it was minimally taller than he was. Only by a hair. He couldn't hold it for long, and especially not with the wounds he had.
`~Owlstar
She, Her\Leader\53 moons\Riverclan
"My pulse is clear, rushing through my ears."
Maybe get severely mangled, but dying was not on the table, not by any means. Dying meant the death of her entire clan, and they've died enough already. The bulky tabby had yet to move, as though cemented into the floor. She turned her head towards Spiderthroat as he spoke, wondering why he wasn't so chatty on the deputies perch. Crowtooth and Mistlewhisker certainly didn't egg him on as much as they did each other. It then occurred to her that she couldn't remember the last time she'd heard the tom speak.
No matter, that was the least of her concerns. Three carcasses? Nocat should see how excited she was about that... But her eyes did glint slightly. She knew she couldn't haul a whole otter off into her den without some weird looks. But hey, a girl could dream, no?
As the Thunderclan deputy spouted out a few more orders, Owlstar turned to her cats, "Put yer differences aside, today we fight a common enemy, these devils. Don't want no self sabotage, ya hear? Or I'll push ya inta the water myself, let the otters feed off ya." her aggression slightly tore away to reveal something a tad bit more raw. "Get injured, sure, but don't die. Not a single one a ya."
With that, the leader snuck after Spiderthroat, one eye narrowed to focus in on the glinting body in front of them. She slowly backed up trying to find whatever foliage she could while still staying close, sinking low. Her hackles raised as Spiderthroat got the devil by the throat. Given his condition, there was no way he could hold that stance.
[owlstar rolled a 14! attack successful!]
Owlstar leapt forward, unsheathing her claws and pinning back her ears. She managed to get in a few good rakes along the beats belly, blood gushing from sensitive skin. That earned her ears a few thousand screeches from the predator. Blood sputtered onto her claws, but it wasn't long before the otter wriggled free, clearly furious that she'd managed a hit on them.
In a flash, the otters tail lashed upward, aiming squarely for her jaw. The air seemed to buzz around her. Owlstar flinched, hoping her paws were swift enough to dodge...
[owlstar rolled a 2! fumble...]
The tabby was knocked backwards, blinking back stars and grunting from the harsh clank of teeth followed by the spring of copper in her maw. She swiftly spat out scarlet, shaking herself as she tried to ignore the throbs from the ground she'd hit and the tail that whipped her. Right, so now she knew what to tear off first.
Desperate to distract as much attention from Spiderthroat as she could, the leader lunged forward long before her vision cleared. She wasn't sure if the otter was already barreling towards Spiderthroat or what, but that didn't stop her. She aimed claws and teeth at the otters tail and flank, clawing and pulling at what she could.
[determine if successful!]
I WILL NO LONGER BE MENTIONING CATS OWLSTAR HERSELF ISN'T INTERACTING WITH
(side note, Sedgedream (IC) is not able to attend this patrol! please refrain from mentioning them <3)
The hornet gave a nod, He was ready to end these water rats, and it was about time. Risingstorms tail twitched an ambush sounded just fine, and the best thing to do, and paring up with a riverclan cat wasnt something he cared about. Stepping forward Any riverclaner with me, dont care who just lets get this over with, and remove the water rats. he meowed a hint of determination in his voice as he waited for a cat to pair up with him. Once a cat joined him he followed the deputies lead moving up to an otter, BUt it was a BIT more difficult to do so now that the others were alerted after the first one was grabbed.
The hornet made his way to a more medium sized otter and sliced his claws at it getting its focus on him as it attacked back clawing at him. The hornet jumed back leading the otter more on land he was waiting for the right moment to strike with the help of the riverclan cat.
(RIsing is willing to pair up with anyone!+ sorry its a mess)
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Caveclaw glanced at Salamanderpaw for a moment.
She hoped the apprentice would pair with someone competent, at least. So she would get badly hurt.
The lykoi then turned their attention completely to the warrior who had approached them, who introduced himself as Acornfall. "Caveclaw." She said shortly.
Then it was time to attack.
Acornfall moved, and had managed to grab onto it's leg, trying to pull it away from the water, but was interrupted when he had to dodge it's tail.
[Roll=19]
As it was distracted, Caveclaw had managed to sneak up behind the otter, and as soon as Acornfall had to move away, Caveclaw leaped, managing to claw at it's neck, doing decent damage, though the thick skin made it less so.
She managed to jump off before the otter rolled over, trying to flatten her.
It was back on its feet before she realized.
Didn't Thunderclan kinda-just lose a bunch of cats to, like, a cough or something? Salamanderpaw would speak up in favor of holding off on any support—let the otters eat what's left of them—if she didn't know any better. She'd been too young to be involved the last time otters were a threat to Riverclan, but oh, were they a threat. She remembers that much. Well. If they won't make Thunderclan just, cope, then being owed for this and rubbing their faces in it will have to suffice. Thunderclan's deputy is prompting them to pair off. Owlstar makes no counter-orders; just demands they stay alive. Salamanderpaw resists any further displays of abject loathing. They won't help anybody, least of all her, least of all her clan. She can keep it civil.
She can.
A cream and tabby tom of theirs (she's definitely seen him at gatherings, but can't think of a name right now—doesn't really care to know their names) seems bound and determined to get in there and finish this. She relates wholeheartedly, but can't resist a short and snotty: "Um actually they're called otters." ...Right, now she can keep it civil. This is the only thing she says before falling into step. At least until she spies where he's headed and breaks away, veering for cover. It's just hunting, right now. That's all this is.
Risingstorm is keeping the otter occupied in the front, luring it away from the water. Salamanderpaw falls into a steady crouch and...waits, because he needs to get it further from the water, and...waits, because—her chest hurts and she feels a little breathless, what's up with...no. No, she's not scared. She's not scared, because it's just hunting.
That's all it is.
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The stubby calico inches in as close as she can with what cover's available to her before bursting forward—pathumpathumpathump—and springing at the otter the instant it seems as though it might be giving up on Risingstorm's bait. It's not a perfect hit; the beast must have spotted her, or that not-fear must have knocked her aim off, because Salamanderpaw has to really scramble for purchase on the back of it. It winds up being that, while she is planted on the otter's back for that moment, the only way she can really anchor herself is by—
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biting down into what she hopes is shoulder-meat and not just fur (the blood on her tongue is promising) and meanly gnawing into it like she means to prise a piece off. Her paws fumble clumsily against a dense, slick coat, too jittery to find a permanent hold on a narrow thing that is suddenly thrashing and bucking underneath her. She can only hope the Thunderclan tom can make something work in the moments it takes for teeth to snap into her ear and yank (her biting was an easy head-turn away from retaliation) and for Salamanderpaw to be knocked clean off her vicious perch.
Re: Smallpines
