Ask to Join Plot Thread Waiting in the Waves (War for Sunningrocks)

The oak remembers the storms as warriors remember their battles.
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Oaktall barely had time to register Sturgeonwhisker's sudden movement before the tom was upon him, hitting him in the throat and causing his breath to leave him as he stumbled. His body burned from his wounds and he was getting slower and slower... When Rimepaw's retreat cut through, it was a welcome one.

He had already lost sight of too many Clanmates to the water and the thought of leaving anyone else behind was enough to make his stomach twist. Once Sunstrike echoed the call, he tried to follow. He shifted his weight away from the enemy cats, aiming one last swipe before stumbling toward the others.

He focused on putting one paw in front of the other, keeping his bulk between the RiverClan cats and the retreating apprentices when he could. So much blood had been spilled over this stretch of river...There would be time to grieve for the dead later, but for now he would get his clanmates out of there.

[RIMEPAW EXIT & OAKTALL holding EXIT once everyone is out]

Even the smallest pebble can make ripples that change the course of the stream.

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As the grey warrior had the cinnamon she-cat pinned to the ground, about to get the advantage on her, Rimepaw's voice rang across the clearing and briefly distracted the long-furred warrior. A burning slice from the RiverClanner's claws raked across his nose bridge and he recoiled in mostly surprise as the blood welled from the open wound, Greypebbles tested if his airway was still clear with a heavy breath through his nose before letting it out in a relieved sigh.

Then Sunstrike echoed the command to leave, Greypebbles listened, leaping off of Willowspark and darting to the side of Skyblossom to keep her from falling from the loss of blood, and to protect her from more onslaught from the RiverClan warrior. "If you need to you can lean on me Skyblossom." He whispered softly, his short tail flicking light as he followed Rimepaw to the a retreat. This was not ThunderClan's best day.

But that day would come, not today, not tomorrow, but the day would come. He was sure of it.

There’s always something new to try. I’m hungry for all of it!

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Hailstrike wanted to keep attacking, to keep her claws on the massive chocolate tom that was threatening her siblings, but she didn't really have means to kill him directly. So she dislodged her claws and landed on steady paws. But to make sure that he left with the other cats, Hailstrike swung swipes at his hinds, as if attempting to herd him in the direction where his clanmates were moving. 

The battle had been won, and what was better is that she was still practically fresh afterward, she wouldn't need to bring anything serious to Nettleplume later. Which was helpful in his own right. 

Hailstrike remained low to the ground, if there were any stragglers, she had full intention to chase and herd them out herself, with the help of her littermates, if they so wished. They had gotten her this far so far, and she was pleased that for the most part, they were alright. Thank the stars. And Coldstar having lives to spare helped a whole lot now more than ever.