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. 

The stars are but cold fire, unfeeling and distant
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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.