Private Thread Plot Thread Gone Rogue

Believe that life is worth living and your belief will help create the fact.

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The grass hardly made a sound beneath the light-stepping paws of the WindClan warrior as he made his way towards the rustling of a mouse that had chosen to feed itself on some seeds from the earth below. His ears lowered to conceal his form beneath the blades of grass before he bunched up his hinds to pounce at the prey.

When his teeth met flesh, he purred with the satisfaction of a well caught piece of prey, though something seemed to worry him, something deep within his chest that didn't feel right. Had the green mush had returned to the prey? No, it couldn't have... he shook his head to dismiss the feeling but it didn't fully leave. Perhaps his nerves still tickled him beneath his fur. Regardless, a hunting patrol wasn't the time or place for it.

As his white and cinnamon form rose from the grass, mouth in his jaws, he place it down, using the surrounding foliage to conceal the mouse for later and his bicolor gaze turned to his deputy, who had decided that he would be good company on the patrol, of which he felt pleased to honor. 

The mostly white tom's ears perked, swivelling as if trying to track something that he couldn't quite find before another prey smell hit his nose, a rabbit. He crouched again, listening for any signs of movement, the tips of his ears detecting the movement of the wind to make sure the rabbit couldn't scent him before he was able to get close enough for the kill. All seemed well, so he advanced in the direction of the prey, quiet but efficient.

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I identify as a threat. My pronouns are Try/Me.

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Coldstar led his patrol with the haste of fire through a dry grass field. They'd seen the raven circling - or rather ironically, Ravenbloom did. The border was no longer a boundry, and Coldstar made sure to not even hesitate as he crossed - hoping to instill the same sense of confidence in his hunting party.

"We stay together. Especially here. The raven omen is enough of an excuse for us to have crossed but Windclan may not see it that way. If we find the rouge: Ravenbloom, you are going to run to Windclan camp or try and encounter a patrol." It shouldn't be too hard with the recent attacks. All of the clans have had increased their security.

The unfamiliar terrain kept Coldstar's on high alert, but the circling black bird acted as a becon. Leading them onwards.

Every day is a good day for a nap.

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Already he'd been unhappy at the notion of having to go out on a hunting patrol with Coldstar of all cats. But then he just had to point out the cool raven he saw flying in the sky, completely forgetting about the prophecy. He'd just made an innocent comment about his namesake and now look at him running through Windclan territory. Did any of his distain show on the outside? Not much, knowing he'd probably get an earful about it later if it did.

Running through the grasses of Windclan he heeded Coldstar's order to stay close, "Got it!" Ravenbloom chirped in response, stifling a relived sigh that he'd be the messenger instead of the fighter although he didn't like the idea of leaving the two cats alone with a murderous rogue. While following after Coldstar he kept his gaze trained on objects far away, head on a swivel, keeping an eye out for Windclan cats or worse.. the rogue. 

Screaming into the void counts as progress

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Flap, flap. Across the moor land grass and into the higher stalks that helped prey keep from the eyes of predators around them. Predators, too, would use the vantage of the grass.

Beady eyes followed the shape from above, a large muscular she-cat with smears of ginger against her mostly black body. The raven loosed a horrid caw, a loud groan as Gemini burst through the grass and tackled a speckled WindClan cat.

Aspenberry was struck in the side, the momentum of the strike sending both cats barreling over with Gemini locked on top. Red stained jaws were already splattered with Aspenberry's blood as her jaws found purchase around her throat and shook her head back and forth.

Aspenberry kicked out like a startled hare, pummeling the other cat's stomach with a few scratches, but Gemini refused to let the other cat go. The raven, from above, dive bombed the cat, claws held low and grasping before it raked over her ears, it's wings carrying it up and into the clouds.

With a yowl Gemini recoiled as the talons caught her ear tip and took it off, leaving Aspenberry heaving for air on the ground, blood thick in the air.

Whatever happened next would be left up to the waring felines below.

Believe that life is worth living and your belief will help create the fact.

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Just as Emberdawn coiled his muscles to pounce at the prey set before him, a sudden chorus of screeches startle the rabbit, causing it to flea into the grass, kicking wildly, but Emberdawn didn't give chase to it, he was much more focused on the screeching... the sounds of battle. His eyes darted towards the source and when he saw the tortoiseshell rogue atop of their deputy, an angry flame boiled his blood.

The raven was completely unheard by the warrior but the scent of Petalsnap didn't go unnoticed. Emberdawn took note of Aspenberry's condition and turned to her with urgency. "Petalsnap." He whisper-shouted to the other warrior as an attempt to not draw much attention to himself "Get herbs to help Aspenberry. She's injured." He bunched up his muscled, preparing a pounce at the rogue. "Marigold petals or Borage leaves, I covered a mouse nearby, grab some of its fluff or find some Kit's ear." He added before coiling his muscles and unsheathing his claws

The cinnamon colored warrior didn't growl, didn't hiss, didn't even scream Aspenberry's name in shock of command, he simply darted as quickly as the winds could carry him and aimed to slam himself onto the rogue's back, hoping to cling to her shoulders and teeth bared to potentially inflict a bite onto the rogue's scruff.

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I identify as a threat. My pronouns are Try/Me.

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Coldstar took a moment to glance back at Briarfang. "An omen is an omen." Was all he was really able to share. Briarfang was a trusted confidant but the less cats involved with Kosmo the better - especially with how nervous he made Nettleplume.

He heard the fight before he could see it - furious yowling and scuffling and the croaking of the raven, perched in the tree ahead. His ears flattened against his skull, and he signaled for his warriors to stay low as the three of them crept forwards to examine the fight from afar.

Starclan almighty.

Coldstar felt visceral rage as he examined Aspenberry - one of the few non-Riverclan cats he liked - bleeding out in the dirt. He turned to Ravenbloom, hissing at him. "Ravenbloom, go NOW." There was no room in his tone for negotiation.

He pressed into Briarfang's side, and kept his voice low as the Windclan warrior threw himself at the Mad Rouge. "We surround her. Keep her here until the rest of Windclan can arrive. If you see a chance to kill her, take it. But not at the cost of letting her escape."

He pulled away, slinking around the fight so that he was covering her escape towards Riverclan. As much as he wanted to sink his claws into her, there were more important matters. He wouldn't let her get any closer to his clanmates than this.

Every day is a good day for a nap.

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Running through the moorland he couldn't help but wonder if Coldstar should be taking the bird so seriously. It was so strange, what would a bird know about a rogue? Did the bird have magical murderous cat sensing powers? Prophecy aside, for all they knew it referred to a different raven and they were just following it for no reason. He took a breath in and opened his maw to make a joke about the situation when he caught sight of the group of Windclanners and the raven.. Attacked one of them? That must be the rogue. Mousedung.

Then Ravenbloom processed what else had happened, one of the Windclan cats were injured badly. Almost frozen from the sudden sight of a bloodied and battered cat it took a heartbeat for him to process Coldstar's hiss. But once he did he ran. He ran as fast as any Windclan cat, or at least it felt that way to him. He had to find some cat to help them. 

Which way was Windclan camp? That had to be where he'd find some cat or find them on the way. He kept his maw open, scenting the air and following the direction most of the fresher scent trails merged into one. Hopefully that would lead him to somecat. 

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Nostrils full of blood scent, the she-cat whirled on the weight that landed on her back. Her wide set shoulders squared with a buck before she rolled, scrapping at the air as she became a wild derish of claws and fangs. She barely noticed that others had seen her - that a score of bodies were engaging her. Her thoughts were a scream of rage as she launched herself at the other tortiseshell - a lean tom that stank of river mud.

"Be gone!" She roared as she launched herself forward towards Briarfang and the RiverClan boundary with a kick of dust that formed a cloud at her hind...The undergrowth could swallow her up and she could hide. Then she could kill again.

Love is just a cloudy sky as far as I can see
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Cloudflare was nearby camp, not far enough away that he would require a recommended companion, but not close enough to be in the heart of camp. He had chosen a specific sunbeam that caught the red in his coat just right when he inhaled the scent of a forieign smell. At first he thought it could be the rogue so close to camp, but after a second it only smelled of RiverClan. Aware of the tanative alliance, he chose to meet the scent halfway.

His brows furrowed intensely as the dark grey tabby came into view. "What's the matter? Has the Rogue been sighted?" He asked the younger tom who looked like he may had just seen a ghost.

Believe that life is worth living and your belief will help create the fact.

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Emberdawn snarled as the Mad Rogue turned to roll onto him, though when Emberdawn took the force, her used his hind legs and kicked like a rabbit with his hind claws unsheathed to attempt damage onto the rogues back before she would be able to pull herself back up. This rogue had no motives, just a twisted mind and a taste for blood. 

When the rogue rose and made her way to Briarfang, Emberdawn took the oppertunity to glance over at Aspenberry, her throat had been punctured by the rogues teeth as he turned to Petalsnap. However, from the corner of his eye he noticed that a RiverClan warrior, a dark grey tabby, racing for help. He nodded, not giving chase to him, he'd get help.

Then finally, he spoke to Petalsnap "Staunch the bleeding with the Kit's Ear!" he yelled before running back towards the rogue ducking and trying to slam his teeth into her hind leg while her attention was on Briarfang. Despite a small ache from a bruise forming on his side, he pressured on, to take balance from the rogue was to give other cats the advantage, even if he got injured to do so.

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I identify as a threat. My pronouns are Try/Me.

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As the Windclan cat nipped at the Rouge's heels, Coldstar closed ranks with Briarfang. This she-cat truly was mad if she thought that Riverclan territory would give her any amount of safety. Not on their watch.

Coldstar took the opportunity with her attention on Briarfang to launch an attack of his own from the side. He darted forward as her teeth were aimed towards his senior warrior. He was aiming to latch onto her shoulder - her neck - with his teeth. But any purchase would be ideal. Anything to slow her momentum.

He wasn't a big cat, but weight was a detriment to her - as slippery as she was, and he could be a good stone around her neck if he wanted to be.

Every day is a good day for a nap.

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He ran and he ran, head on a swivel as he tried to find some cat, any cat. He followed where Windclan scent was the strongest and freshest, hoping that would lead him to some cat. Maybe he'd find a cat, get back, and the rogue would have fled. Yah totally! Then he wouldn't have to fight at all. But he also didn't want his clanmates to get hurt.. Starclan why him! 

Then he spotted some cat further on the moorland, he didn't know their name but he knew it was a clan cat. "Hey!" He shouted from across the moorland, speeding up his pace and not caring what prey he scared off. Not even paying attention enough to fully process what they said, he answered the other cat's question anyways. "The rogue that's been attacking us is on the territory, there's a bunch of cats from Riverclan and Windclan fighting them. We need help. Follow me." He shouted, not giving much room to argue, determined to not let cats from either clan get hurt. It was just one more cat, but him and the other cat catching that rogue by surprise had to do something to help. 

Once he was sure the other cat heard him he turned around and ran back towards the group, not checking to see if they were following him. If they didn't want to follow him it was their loss, he had done his duty and now he needed to go help the others. The black furred cat ran quickly along his own scent trail to return to where he had left the group. 

Upon his return to the group he smelled blood, but he didn't know who's blood. He took advantage of the continued momentum from running so quickly that he just kinda kept running, around his clanmates and right into the rogue. His head made contact with the cat's flank as he attempted to knock them over, prepared with his claws unsheathed to launch a counter attack should his headbutt fail, or simply to take a swipe at the cat's stomach if they were to fall to the ground. 

Screaming into the void counts as progress

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Thoughts...feeling...Voices. Everything was blurring. Gemini didn't know where one body ended and another began only that each cat was pressing in, everywhere...A fury of claws ripped through anything that came close.

Fangs grazed her leg as she kicked out. Her claws connected with... something, either dirt, grass, fur or flesh she was unsure. She didn't care. Weight slammed into her flank as a scarred chocolate tom attacked.

Teeth grazed her shoulder and Gemini reeled, snarling as she whipped her head around, jaws snapping in retaliation. She was bucking, trying to shake him off as she strained under their combined assault.

When Briarfang entered the fray pain flashed across her face as a paw raked across her muzzle. Gemini screamed as she stumbled as sight began to blur. Blur like everything. Too loud...too loud!

"GET OFF - GET OFF - GET OFF!" Howling like a feral coyote until impact caused her voice to strain. She didn't even see the grey tabby had managed to get reenforcements. A grey tabby and ginger classic tom crashed unto her, knocking her fully off balance as the world tilted to be met by mud. She was pinned by a pile of bodies of reality that was rushing fast to meet her.

With a wild snarl she thrashed up, claws tearing and aiming to rake her hind claws up toward her attacker's belly ...anyone's just to maintain space and breathe. Through it all her golden eyes were unfocused and wide, a cornered beast as blood streaked her pelt, ear torn and mud sopped at her limbs.

But Gemini still fought and would until her last breath.

Believe that life is worth living and your belief will help create the fact.

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Through the ruckus, the yowling for release from the Mad Rogue. Emberdawn narrowed his eyes and unlatched as she fell, pinned into the mud by Cloudflare and Ravenbloom. "This is a fight you brought to yourself rogue!" Emberdawn growled before aiming to crash his unsheathed claws into her flank, for seeing the blood clot in her long fur gave him a sense of pleasure, retribution, vengeance for all the lives taken by this murderer, not just of WindClan, but of all the other clans as well. She would die today. That was a promise.

Emberdawn moved in beside Cloudflare, giving a nod to the senior warrior before moving to rake his claws along the rogue's flank, not random, panicked flailing, but a calculted in time strike to the flank. He growled at her. "Should this be a lesson to you. Lives are not to be wasted on rogues like you!" He snarled at the rogue, though it would have likely fallen onto deaf ears. 

He turned to Coldstar and Briarfang, both fighting fiercely for their own clan, he would honor them, but not now, now was not the time to get distracted in respecting the higher ranks of the clans. Now was the time to bring this rogue to justice.

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Ravenbloom winced as some of the rogue's claws caught his chest before he instinctively jumped back in an attempt to avoid any worsening injuries. There was so much happening it was almost overwhelming, and difficult to keep track of what was going on. The young warrior was still so new to such overwhelming fights, especially when it was so many cats attacking just one. It almost felt unfair, until he saw how many of those around him were injured in an attempt to put a stop to them. 

The smell of blood tinged his nose, mingling with the Windclan and Riverclan scents. He didn't know what to do, Coldstar had them pinned down partially and Briarfang's jaws were at their throat. It looked to him like the battle was won. Still, the desire to prevent the injury and death of his classmates outdid his desire to simply rest. So he stepped closer to the rogue again, unsheathed claws stepping on and digging his claws into one of the rogue's front limbs in an attempt to help Coldstar pin them down.

Screaming into the void counts as progress

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With a feline pile accosting the murauding rogue, Cloudflare pulled back once the bodies crowded too tightly. Ravenbloom had done well to bring him, but seeing Aspenberry in such a state caused him to quickly abandon the rogue and at Petalsnap's side. A brief glance brought a grim sort of urgency to him, the mother of his kits and deputy of WindClan, dying in front of them.

"More m-moss!" Shaken was his breath as he raced to claw up a fresh shred before returning to try and sop up what was trying to leave her...The lights were dimming in her eyes as she tried in vain to speak.

He didn't linger...more moss was needed, and did his best to supply Petalsnap with some as they were just as quickly used up. The blood flow was slowing...and maybe they'd have a chance.

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Gemini went still as surprise had turned to pain, then to rage, then deciding...

Her chest heaved once then twice. Her golden eyes rolled staring past them into something none of them could see.

With a guttural, choking snarl, Gemini wrenched her body sideways, ignoring the tearing pain as fur ripped and claws dragged. The teeth around her neck seemed to tighten and Gemini snapped upward, jaws clamping blindly for whatever flesh was nearest.

"You're not real - !" She shrieked, voice crackingand garbled as blood began to flood at her throat. "You're not real you're not real you're not -!" Mud churned beneath her thrashing body as blood slickened the ground. Yet through it all she was getting weaker, could feel herself slipping away...Not until she clawed one of those demons down with her.

Real or not.

The reason people have problems is that they have too much time to think

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Petalsnap’s head snapped up as Cloudflare’s voice broke her concentration. Moss, and Cloudflare! Thank StarClan! A surge of relief brought a smile to her face, brief as a flash of lightning. She gave a jerk of her head and moved over a pawstep so Cloudflare could work beside her. She peeled a few blood-drenched leaves off of Aspenberry’s side and replaced them with the fresh moss.

Cloudflare’s departure was a flicker in the corner of Petalsnap’s eye. Her gaze remained frozen on Aspenberry, whose every breath and stir filled her senses.