Private Thread Plot Thread Gone Rogue

Every day is a good day for a nap.

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The rogue's blind flailing startled Ravenbloom, causing him to instinctually jump back in an attempt to avoid any stray limbs or jaws injuring him. It was only after he jumped back that he realized he'd just left his classmates in harms way. Windclan was struggling to keep their cats alive, but he was mostly uninjured. He had to do something to help. The only way this could end was with the rogue dying, and if no one else could then he had to find an opening.

Finding a gap among the crowd of cats he lunged forward, a flash of black rushing through the group. He was prepared to catch a few stray claw swipes as he neared the flailing cat if it meant putting an end to what they'd put the clans through. Aiming for the rogue's throat his goal was to tear a chunk out of it, if he were to succeed the flesh would rip and the rouge would die.

Screaming into the void counts as progress

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Cloudflare rushed back with fresh moss from his most recently trip, piling it in front of Petalsnap while scattering away the blood soaked mess that quickly grew. Cloudflare didn't falter in his urgency, even if the thought that he may lose Aspenberry to StarClan flashed over and over again in his mind and even though the rogue still writhed in the midst of so many cats.

It was when Cloudflare was away to fetch a fresh heap of moss that the spotted deputy took her last breath, fading quietly...almost peacefully if not for the gore coloring her neck where Gemini had struck. 

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Ragged was the breath that left her maw, strangled for air even as she spit every wordless curse she knew. Gemini raged against her attackers, although the more she fought back the more fruitless it became. Every strike became weaker, weaker as the hold drained her of her energy. Until the last flash of fangs struck at her throat...and then. Nothing.

Gemini's life force shrank as the blood of blood beneath her paws grew larger until she was no more. The Mad Rogue had been vanquished.

[So ends the havoc of the Mad Rogue]

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

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When the rogue collapsed, movements still and chest no longer moving in ragged uneven breaths... no longer moving at all. That was when Emberdawn released her. He felt no grief for the rogue, just a justified sense of satisfaction. However, the satisfied purr was short lived when he remembered Aspenberry being healed by Petalsnap and Cloudflare. And by StarClan, they would no longer be doing it alone.

The tall tom-cat lifted himself from the rogue and broke from the swarm of RiverClanners that had toppled onto her, that wasn't his concern anymore. Instead he darted toward the body of their deputy, a white and ruddy blur in the wind as he met his sister and his cousin at Aspenberry's side. But... he was too late, he arrived after the light had faded from Aspenberry's gaze. Her eyes had become unfocused as he arrived, gore plastered across her throat.

The movement in her chest had stilled, gone as if the presence had never been there in the first place, as peaceful as it was made his heart plummet into his paws and his stomach clench, squeezing in on itself and his chest tightened, letting out a choked gasp. This wasn't just the death of a clanmate, this was Aspenberry, the clan deputy. Not just any cat, she had kin in the clan kits, friends, cats that cared about her and depended on her. "Oh StarClan..." was all that he could seem to muster at first before his legs crumbled beneath him. "I'm sorry... Aspenberry, I'm so sorry." 

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

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And just like that, Aspenberry had stilled and it was over. The cold reality of death lay before Petalsnap, clear and unsurprising as the light of the sun. Aspenberry was out of reach now, released from the pain. The latter thought provided bittersweet comfort. Petalsnap sat still as a stone beside Aspenberry’s corpse, heart beating like a fleeing rabbit’s paws against the ground.

Her eyes, round and unfocused, dropped to the ground. Aspenberry's blood was drenching her paws. Her instincts told her to keep going, that she didn’t have time to waste, but there was nothing else to do. The rogue, it seemed, had been taken care of. The determination and focus that she had felt trying to save Aspenberry disappeared, and Petalsnap began to shiver as shock set in. She felt she might vomit. I should have done better... oh, her poor kits…