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The best are often found in midst of thunderous chaos.

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Moosestar's head snapped up the instant Stormfall burst into camp from where it had ducked in his den. He was already on his paws before the tom finished speaking. Blood streaked from his torn ear, looking battle weary and tolled. RiverClan was attacking...and his stomach tightened. They might be actually making a move against their territory.

"ThunderClan! To me!" For a heartbeat, he scanned the clearing, instinctively searching for familiar pelts and remembered that Leopardrose, Oaktall, and Sunstrike were out on a hunting patrol near the Orchards. He wasn't sure where Smallbird was either...

"Greypebbles! Wrentalon! Brindlespice! Shadefrost!" He counted the forms he spotted as they emerged. "We're reinforcing them immediately..."

Then he turned towards more faces. "Coyotebloom, Savagefox, Dovethorn, and Mistyleaf! I want all of you on sentry duty. Guard the camp entrances. Skyblossom...you are to run to the Orchards to bring back Oaktall, Leopardrose, and Sunstrike and have you all follow us to the Stream Clearing! Rimepaw, Finchpaw, and Spidertongue will guard the nursery! Kestralswipe...you're in charge until I return." Moosestar was giving orders as if his own life depended on it.

"Tigerrush! Robinpaw! Prepare to treat the wounded...Stormfall, you've done enough. Seek treatment." Without another moment to waste, Moosestar bounded toward the camp entrance, nodding sharply to Greypebbles, Wrentalon, and Brindlespice. If RiverClan wanted a battleThunderClan would meet them head-on.

Bloodlines of strength ignite fierce souls
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Wildcry had been resting only moments before the alarm split the camp and Stormfalls bloodied scent reached her nostrils. Her amber eyes narrowed sharply as Moosestar began ordering the Clan to action and she rose without hesitation as if she would be called to join Moosestar.

By the time Moosestar mustered up the Clan, Wildcry had already crossed to the elders' den, planting herself squarely at its entrance, head held high as she addressed Greenfang and Gingerthrash. "I don't care how many seasons sit on your shoulders. I don't care if your joints ache or your teeth are worn smooth. Every one of us has spilled blood for this Clan before. And I will happily do so again. We start by barricading the nursery." She hissed as her one eye shifted towards the nursery.

"If it comes to it...We exchange our lives for those kits. Even better to take those foxhearted fools with us." Only cold, hard certainy filled her maw. Even retired warriors had a duty and she rushed to move any shrubs or sticks out of the log and towards the nursery to reenforce it.

Frost-kissed fur hides a fiery spirit
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Rimepaw's head whipped toward the entrance just in time to see her sire stagger in, blood dripping from his shredded ear. He was hurt, but he was standing. Whatever relief she had was swallowed whole by a surge of excitement that followed Moosestar's announcement.

A battle!

Yet her grin faltered when she wasn't picked to join in the patrol...or even sentry duty! But a look from her mother made her stomp over to the nursery without 'verbal' complaint. Her chin sharply nodded over towards Spidertongue and Finchpaw. "I've got this side."

Every muscle begged to run after the warriors who were called to chase RiverClan all the way back across the stream. When Wildcry began dragging branches toward the nursery, Rimepaw darted forward to help, seizing a fallen limb in her jaws and wedging it against the entrance alongside the elder's makeshift barricade.

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

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Greypebbles was sitting in silent worry at the edge of camp, when he had woken up, Smallbird was completely absent from camp, he had been worried about her all day but when Stormfall burst into the camp, blood trailing behind him, Greypebbles stood immediately. Moosestar's came quick and his name was one of the first said. Oh StarClan... He took a glace at Spidertongue, his brother moving straight to the nursery. He was sure that their positions should be swapped, but he didn't question anything, not out loud anyway, he just followed orders.

He hesitated for just a moment, glancing down at his paws before nodding at Wrentalon and Brindlespice, he was the first to dart out of camp, following the trail where Stormfall had came from and taking a glance back to see if the warriors had been following them. Perhaps if he helped in the driving force to drive off RiverClan, then he would be recognized for something other than 'just a regular warrior'. Maybe something would come of it, but perhaps not, he wasn't sure. But he was sure of one thing.

He wasn't letting ThunderClan lose so easily.

Don’t compromise yourself - you’re all you have.

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"On it!" Robinpaw answered before darting towards the medicine den at Tigerrush's command. It was Stormfall that needed tending to first out of all the cats there, then preparations would be made. But now, she was needed for herbs, what she lacked in experience, she had in speed and efficiency in her paws.

She snapped the Comfrey roots and goldenrod leaves in her jaws, darting back over to the scene and placing them beside her mentor, then darting back into the medicine den for the moss, she couldn't move to the stream to soak up water into it, but she would find a way.

She left the camp with the clump of moss, but it didn't take very long to return with it soaked. There wasn't a lot of time and the camp was already moving to make battle preparations. Greypebbles and the main cats on the brunt of battle had already left the camp for the battle. Robinpaw held the moss carefully in her teeth as she rushed over to the bleeding Stormfall. "We should take him to the den, we don't need to block paths of other cats." She spoke firmly through the water soaked moss. "The extra stress from being out here won't help."

I’m surrounded by idiots...

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Gingerthrash nodded at Wildcry's words, he hadn't intended on making any complaints about it, about his joints and paws, he was needed as much as any other cat. And he had no reservations about it. "Will do, Wildcry." He spoke in that gruff way that he did, but there was nothing but determination and respect there. Battle ready as he wanted to be, his body wasn't as it used to be, the nursery was fine for now, but if it came to it, he'd have his pelt shredded for ThunderClan, even in his old age.

He then followed Wildcry, Greenfang trailing behind him as he moved to reinforce the nursery with sturdy sticks. He cast a sidelong glance at his former apprentice, Spidertongue and gave a nod to him, a bit of respect in the heat of the moment, more than he would do any other time. "Defend the nursery like you've been told to Spidertongue, we have this handled." he growled at his former apprentice sternly while moving to reinforce weaker patches of the nursery.

If a flower can flourish in the desert, you can flourish anywhere.

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Coyotebloom had little time to react when everything broke into chaos at once, Stormfall barging in, Moosestar barking orders, Skyblossom and her patrol racing off to grab the cats that were out of their own patrol, cats leaving camp to reinforce the battling warriors. Everything was happening at first and she cast a few sidelong glances at the cats said to stay on sentry with her, she looked particularly at Savagefox, would they be enraged of the lack of outright battle they were placed on? She wasn't sure.

But regardless, she did her duty as asked, ThunderClan needed her and it was only a matter of time since her warrior ceremony that she needed to put her claws to use. But she hoped that the RiverClan warriors didn't make an advance to their camp.

But if they did... Coyotebloom would be ready!

"Go. I'll be here."

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Without missing a beat, the tomcat offered his leader a nod, not waiting even a heartbeat to check whether or not Moosestar was looking in his direction. That didn't matter. What mattered was that the kittens of ThunderClan were safe.

Padding into the nursery, the tom settled close to the kits, being careful not to wake the sleeping kittens.