⭐ Paying the Price ⭐

[nocturnal]

Frostpaw's slipped out of his den at the sound of yowling, then froze when he saw unfamiliar warriors pouring into the clearing. Another raid? Why? Was RiverClan allied with ThunderClan now? Since when?

The white apprentice ran towards the battle, ready to defend his clan. He was almost old enough to be a warrior and he was perfectly capable of fighting, unlike that idiot thunderpaw he'd gotten stuck with last raid.

Sneaking around the clearing, Frostpaw scanned the battlefield and pounced at the nearest cat. He knew his own strength and the apprentice wasn't challenging a feared warrior screaming bloody murder. A regular warrior or an apprentice would do.

[open to RiverClan]

[Willowfern]

Doveheart hissed,
“Whyyyyyyy?” She moaned, Shadowclan was already weak from their attack on Thunderclan! Then it hit her, that was why they attacked!
She ran to the front of the Nursery, any cat who wanted to get to the kits and Queens had to get through her first!

[Willowfern]

Doveheart crept around the edge of the battle, behind the dens, she had seen a kit over on the other side of camp, and she was going to rescue it. When she reached the spot where the kit was, she crept into the shadows and said,
“Hey, your Thornkit right? I’m Doveheart, want me to take you back to the Nursery?”
@FireSandwich

[dionysus]

@Slushie
Deweyes felt her claws connect and grinned, backing up slightly to strategize. In her stillness, she heard the motion of the warrior she was battling and had merely seconds to determine where the claws were aimed. The cream warrior dropped and rolled to the side, having to use such dramatic evasion tactics due to her inability to make out the intricacies of her opponent’s aim. She just missed being clawed across the face and her opponent merely snagged her ear. Remaining unfazed, Deweyes popped back up and shot her paw out once more. Unfortunately, though, the Shadowclan warrior hadn’t made enough noise since Deweye’s return to her paws for the cream she-cat to accurately pinpoint where she was and Deweyes’ claws shred harmlessly through air. The blind feline had no choice but to go on the defensive, perking her ears and searching for the slightest noise to help her locate her opponent.

[Estelle]

Nightpaw stood right outside the apprentice den when the Riverclanners stormed in, and soon she felt like a kit lost in battle once more- just like the first time Riverclan raided them. Fear and anxiety nearly left her motionless. It felt like the air around her got thin, she started to take heavier breaths by each cat that either reached camp or went out to fight.
The young apprentice managed to take a small step back as her ears went flat against her head; not only didn't she have any battle training, but she had trouble pushing the feeling of anxiety down, merely leaving her with a clouded mind.
Quickly she glanced over the clearing for any familiar faces- like her mother's, or the one of her mentor- she couldn't spot either right away and muttered out their names as she watched one cat launch themselves at the other. She didn't know what she should do anymore- or even what she could do.

(Open)

[teddy.]

Dogpaw had been sleeping peacefully, well as peacefully as you got after murdering your own mentor, but whatever. She was curled up in the apprentices' den, sleeping in the large empty nest her and her sister had once shared.
Was the noises' outside apart of her nightmare? Surely not. She startled away and saw the flashes of unfamiliar cats; the stench of fish was thick in the air.
The shadowclan apprentice let out another attempt at a war cry before charging ahead into the battle, desperate to do some damage that wasn't to her own clan for once.

{Open!}

[The Kitty.]

Screaming yowls had split the air. Cats had erupted monstrously through the camp like savage, bloodthirsty dogs. Sparrowpaw whipped around from where she sat in the clearing, her eyes stretching wide: a damp, fishy stench had now strongly tinted the air.

RiverClan.

Sparrowpaw curled her claws furiously into the soil. How dare these cats invade ShadowClan camp? Weren't they aware of the dangers they were practically plunging themselves into?

Sparrowpaw's head whirled. Hot blood pumped in her ears. Her stomach clenched painfully. Where in StarClan's name was her mentor? Who was she going to fight? Why?

Her ears curling back in distress, Sparrowpaw forced out a sudden, emphatic yowl of sheer savagery. I'm going to wait for a cat to attack me; Bloodtooth would be impressed with that!

[dino.]

[ @Beau ]

Bravedawn ducked the blow, claws whistling harmlessly over her head. She was tired, hurting, frustrated, and it showed in the heavy breaths she took. Were these cats in an alliance with ThunderClan, so soon after the forest-dwellers had cut their ties with ShadowClan? Right now that's what it felt like.
And it seemed like she was fighting another half-blind cat, because that blow totally should have hit her. With a snarl, she hurled herself at Deweyes, trying to knock her opponent over so she could gain the advantage; otherwise, she wasn't going to be able to overpower this RiverClanner unless she got lucky.

[Banneret]

@Willowfern

Thornkit looked up at the cat. Dove heart, they were pretty sure her name was. “I'll be ok over here.” They whispered to her. “But can you please guard the Nursery? I don't want my mother getting hurt.” They inched backwards into the shadows, looking exactly like a fallen leaf thanks to their fur pattern.

(I have a plot with a friend that involves Thornkit out of the Nursery. Sorry!)

[Willowfern]

Originally Posted by FireSandwich

@Willowfern

Thornkit looked up at the cat. Dove heart, they were pretty sure her name was. “I'll be ok over here.” They whispered to her. “But can you please guard the Nursery? I don't want my mother getting hurt.” They inched backwards into the shadows, looking exactly like a fallen leaf thanks to their fur pattern.

(I have a plot with a friend that involves Thornkit out of the Nursery. Sorry!)

(Ok)
“Okay,” Meowed Doveheart, “Just please don’t get hurt.”
Then, Doveheart raced back to the Nursery, hackles raised and claws out.