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[Catfrog]

🌤 ─ 𝐻 𝒪 𝒩 𝐸 𝒴 𝐵 𝑅 𝒪 𝒪 𝒦
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gender male age eighty moons rank exiled medicine cat apprentice sagepaw location camp tags sagepaw

Honeybrook watched his clanmates return, covered in wounds and some just barely holding on to life. He wasn't su
re how to feel. How could their former clanmates inflict such things upon cats who they had shared tongues with just m
oons before? It was Palestar's fault, he knew. Only a wretched sort could continue to follow such a cat. Though, he knew
most cats had little choice. Letting out a defeated sigh, he turned to look at Sagepaw. "I doubt it. Even with all of the
collecting we did in preparation, I think we have more wounded than expected." He replied, looking at the herbs they
had. They were well stocked on cobwebs, Honeybrook had made sure of that. He was lucky it was newleaf, and herbs were
growing in abundance. Otherwise, barely any cats would get healing at all.

☽ ─ 𝒩 𝐸 𝐸 𝒟 𝐿 𝐸 𝒯 𝒜 𝐿 𝒪 𝒩
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gender female age thirty moons rank exiled warrior apprentice serpentpaw location camp tags open

Needletalon was tired. Her exiled clanmates had fought long and hard, but returned to camp defeated. They hadn't e
ven rescued the apprentice. Poor thing. She licked her wounds, ignoring the stinging as she felt rain lightly drop onto h
er them. Some of them would leave a mark, and she'd never get the tip of her tail back. She glanced at Serpentpaw, gl
ad the apprentice seemed to have no wounds. The apprentice wasn't the best fighter, Needletalon had learned, and sh
e considered Serpentpaw lucky to be alive.
The battle had felt strange, but Needletalon felt strangely detached from her former clanmates. If those against Palest
ar could just stand with them, they would easily crush his supporters, right? Instead, they cowered against him and rem
ained loyal to their "clan". Needletalon let out a quiet, frustrated hiss. Eventually they would win and take back their c
lan. For now, all that needed to be done was healing, training, and careful planning. To Needletalon, at least.

☀ ─ 𝒫 𝐼 𝒢 𝐸 𝒪 𝒩 𝒮 𝒲 𝒪 𝒪 𝒫
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gender female age twenty-five moons rank gladeclan warrior location camp tags open

It would get better, wouldn't it? Pigeonswoop hoped that was the case. She enjoyed the rush of fighting, but not aga
inst former clanmates. Why was she doing this, anyways? She wasn't going to complain, of course, just hope that things
would change for the better. Her wounds were minimal, and she'd probably not need to do much besides clean them o
ut and make sure they didn't get infected. The rain hadn't help set a much happier tone, but it was fitting for the situa
tion. She felt horrible as she noticed Spottedpaw being attended to by Blackbird. How could someone do that to an ap
prentice? She redirected her gaze to look up at the sky. "Starclan.." She mumbled.

🌨 ─ 𝒥 𝒰 𝒩 𝐼 𝒫 𝐸 𝑅 𝒫 𝒜 𝒲
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gender male age ten moons rank apprentice allegiance gladeclan mentor amberstorm location camp tags open

Juniperpaw couldn't think about anything but the battle. He ignored the pain he felt from the gash on his side, or t
he scratches on his chest. To say the least, Juniperpaw was frustrated and annoyed. He didn't want to fight his clanma
tes. He didn't care about this mouse-brained pure-blood business that had turned his once notably more enjoyable life
into whatever it was now. He didn't care about Palestar or the Hawks or any of the cats who believed what they said a
bout pure-bloods, half-bloods, whatever-bloods. All that Juniperpaw cared about was the loss of his mentor and the fi
ght against cats he had lived with all off his life, now defeated and far away from them, the so-called purebloods. It m
ade him strangely furious. He had already gotten some cobwebs for his wounds. They would sting for a while, but it w
as the least of his worries compared to everything in his head. He stared at his paws, paying attention to just about no
ne of his surroundings. His thoughts were the only important thing at the moment.

[Rae'tia]

Palestar
❝The Flightless One❞
gender; Male age; 63m rank; Leader allegiance; Gladeclan sexuality; Demisexual
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mentions; The Exiled, Leafshadow, Sealpetal, Blackbird & Spottedpaw tagged; Bronzeheart

indentationBlue-gray eyes slowly opened, only to close them once again when a droplet of water fell into one eye. He swallowed harshly, as he glanced around finding himself in his own den, and sighed. The battle only hours before had been terrible, and the last thing he'd seen before waking up just moments later was the retreating back of the exiled scum. He'd lost his first life in that battle, and it made his stomach churn. The tom had retreated to his den after getting the worst of his wounds cared for, and taken some time to rest. Huffing the pale-furred tom stepped out of his den, then glanced around, spotting his few trusted.
indentationClearing his throat, "Bronzeheart, please get a few able-bodied cats and send them to sweep the territory." He rasped out, grimacing as he realized that he still had blood plastered to his pelt. "Once you're done, join Leafshade and me in a meeting in my den," Palestar ordered. The tom's ears perked up as Sealpetal called out for Blackbird, then to the apprentice at her paws and sneered for a heartbeat but said nothing.

Sealpetal
❝The Pale Mother❞
gender; Female age; 32m rank; Warrior allegiance; Gladeclan sexuality; Pansexual
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mentions; None tagged; Spottedpaw(NPC), Blackbird

indentation A mixture of grief, rage and relief warred in her mind as Blackbird darted over. Her gaze didn't stray from the apprentice, and grit her teeth. While she was technically an enemy apprentice, an enemy warrior in the making, Sealpetal's more nurturing instincts were running amuck in her head right now. The she-cat didn't consider herself to be very judgmental, and unless someone personally crossed her, she didn't mind them. This apprentice had only been trying to survive. But at the same time, they had to feed themselves as well. She shook her head as if attempting to clear her mind. "She isn't going to make it is she?" The she-cat whispered softly, closing her eyes. The cloying scent of death was already beginning to attach itself to the apprentice. She knew it wouldn't be much longer.

Wolfpath
❝The Solemn Solider❞
gender; Male age; 45m rank; Warrior allegiance; The Exiled sexuality; Pansexual
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mentions; Lemonbreeze, Pathwatcher, Crespaw, Spottedpaw & Serpentpaw tagged; Needletalon

indentation He glanced over at the sound of his apprentice's curse but didn't move to calm the apprentice down. It was a normal reaction, the clan had returned defeated, and as far as he could tell without Spottedpaw. His gaze didn't stray from the young apprentice for a time, figuring that he should let the tom vent. Holding back his own angry curse the tom let his gaze wander searching for Lemonbreeze and Pathwatcher; the two cats that were in charge of this rag-tag group. The deputy he spotted quite easily, he seemed to be speaking with his apprentice; Crestpaw. He had yet to spot Pathwatcher though. While that irked him a little, he had better things to do. As one of the more able-bodied warriors, he should probably gather a few others, and get some hunting done. So the clan had enough to eat tonight. His amber gaze found the black-furred figure of Needletalon and blinked before padding over. "While we're all tired, we should probably get something more productive done." He started, " want to grab your apprentice and then try to get some hunting done?"

Crestpaw
❝Born of Seafoam❞
gender; Female age; 10m rank; Apprentice allegiance; The Exiled sexuality; Bisexual
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mentions; Hazeleyes, Honeybrook & Sagepaw tagged; Lemonbreeze

indentation Her eyes snapped to the side as Lemonbreeze's voice sounded next to her. The cream-patched she-cat curled her lips, "I doubt it. After all, they did chase out Hazeleyes, and the youngest of the apprentices were just kits when we were chased out." She replied, her tail lashing with agitation. Claws digging into the ground the she-cat looked down at her paws for a few heartbeats, then huffed. "I need to go get these wounds checked out, I don't need any new scars." Crestpaw mewed with a half shrug and a sigh. Her gaze wandered over to where Sagepaw and Honeybrook were, and slowly started to pad over.

[selasphorys]

▷► 𝗣𝗔𝗧𝗛𝗪𝗔𝗧𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗥 ◄◁
Leader of the Exiled | Former Kittypet | Female | 60 mns | Gray ace/aro | Apprentice: | Crush/Mate: | Link to: ➢
Tags:Shrikepaw; Mentions: Crestpaw, Spottedpaw, Palestar, Blackbird; Location: Exiled Camp

One paw in front of the other, Pathwatcher made her way back to their makeshift camp. Each pawstep took all her effort, her bleeding left foreleg trembling as she limped. Many vicious scratches littered her tabby pelt. Her deepest gashes were around her neck, just missing the throat. Once they realized she was leader of the exiled, several Gladeclan warriors had descended on her with ferocity unlike she had ever seen. The haggard warrior could barely hold herself together. Pathwatcher had tried to lead her clanmates back, but ended up falling behind as her injuries slowed her down. She trained her thoughts on the path ahead, composing a thousand plans for recovery as she scanned for predators between the pines. By walling herself in her work, she could maybe save herself from the encroaching anguish that threatened to devour her. They had lost Spottedpaw, but she would keep going for her clanmates. Their feeble frames, first bony with hunger, now hunched ragged in defeat. No, Pathwatcher refused to give up.

"She's probably dead." Crestpaw's hollow words chilled her to her heart, even as far away as Pathwatcher was. They could try again. Blackbird would heal her. They could still save Spottedpaw. But she found herself struggling to believe. What could Gladeclan possibly want with a cat barely older than a kit? A hostage without a ransom, a prisoner Palestar would kill a clan to keep. Any cat with a mousetail of reason would have let Spottedpaw go by now. The rescue mission should not have deteriorated into such a large battle. She hadn't expected them to fight so fiercely over the little apprentice, and her cats had paid dearly. Gladeclan had twice as many warriors, all well-fed and all well-trained. The exiled never stood a chance.

Just as she limped the last few fox-lengths outside of camp, she spotted a familiar brown tabby coat slipping away. "Shrikepaw?" Pathwatcher's voice, hoarse from yowls of battle, rasped out too roughly to be heard. She cleared her throat, found her strength, and spoke again. This time sternly, with conviction. "Shrikepaw. Where do you think you're going? We're not losing another apprentice. Come with me to the medicine den." She blocked the path out camp, refusing to let the unruly apprentice take another step. Her rigid posture softened slightly when she saw the bitterness in Shrikepaw's glaring green eyes. "You fought bravely today, Shrikepaw," she murmured. "One day you'll be a capable warrior, with many victories to your name. But only if you don't fall from your injuries today. Please come." She beckoned with her tail, a rare glint of kindness in her stony expression.

▷► 𝗥𝗜𝗕𝗕𝗜𝗧𝗕𝗘𝗟𝗟𝗬 ◄◁
Gladeclan Warrior | Pureblood | Male | 28 mns | Heterosexual/rom | Apprentice: | Mate: Vixensong | Link to: ✤
Tags: Vixensong; Mentions: Watercrest, Palestar, Spottedpaw; Location: Gladeclan Camp

Ribbitbelly lived every day at the mouth of a fox's den. A single wrong move could anger the beast, spelling the end for him and his family. He had been confined to camp for the last three moons after trying to stop his clanmates' exile. This time, he had to fight for his leader. When the others came back to rescue their apprentice, he was in the nursery tending to Vixensong. The warrior bolted out to protect her. To keep them safe, more from Palestar than any of their old clanmates, he had no other choice. Ribbitbelly guarded the nursery and elders' den with Watercrest, but it quickly became clear that the exiled had no quarrel with the queens and elders. Only once he saw Splashpaw pounce on a warrior too strong for her, receiving a swipe to her shoulder in retaliation, did he charge into the action. His mouse-brained sister would've gotten herself killed. Lifting her off by her scruff before the warrior could land another strike, he took the next hit and got a long scratch down his flank. He fought on by her side, protecting her from the larger warriors while delivering glancing blows to the cats he had once shared prey with. Up close, Ribbitbelly was stunned to see how gaunt they looked. The battle ended soon after. Since he had joined so late, he escaped with just torn fur and the scratch from earlier.

After cleaning up Splashpaw and making sure she had no serious injuries, Ribbitbelly padded to the nursery to check on Vixensong. But before he could go in, Sealpetal's cry wrenched his gaze to a tattered scrap of fur barely clinging to life. That poor, sweet apprentice. One by one, fond memories floated up, each with a pang in his heart. Back when he visited his mother and sister in the nursery, he used to get dragged into moss-ball games with Spottedkit. She and Splashpaw had practically grown up together. How could it ever come to this? A sudden wave of nausea tore through him as his chest heaved, and Ribbitbelly could no longer bear to watch the broken apprentice. He retreated to his only source of solace in this grim camp, his mate. Entering the sheltered nursery, the one place where the heavy scent of blood couldn't pervade, Ribbitbelly found Vixensong curled up in fear. The gentle tom nudged her softly with his nose. "Vixensong? I’m here. It’s over," he mewed, anxious eyes searching her calico coat for injuries. "Are you hurt? How are you feeling?"

▷► 𝗦𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗣𝗔𝗪 ◄◁
Gladeclan Apprentice | Pureblood | Female | 8 mns | Bisexual/rom questioning | Mentor: Bronzeheart | Crush: | Link to: ✷
Tags: open; Mentions: Bronzeheart, Palestar, Spottedpaw; Location: Gladeclan Camp

They had won. As soon as the exiles ran away with the cowardly kittypet who led them, Ribbitbelly had run to her aid. Fussing over her wounds, grooming away the blood, and generally being the most annoying big brother ever. She enjoyed the attention, though. The young apprentice had sustained numerous small scratches in the battle, but the worst-- and the coolest-- had to be the nasty gash that ran down her right shoulder. Hopefully it would leave a scar, as a reminder of her first real battle. Splashpaw had defended camp with all her heart, a storm of claws and fury, as she would say herself. In truth, she lacked the battle skill to make much difference and had just attacked the others wildly. Her only bad memory had been when Ribbitbelly pulled her away from that exiled warrior, either because he was a flea-brained oaf or a fox-hearted traitor. But he had fought alongside her afterward, so she decided he was the former. Probably.

She sat a few fox-lengths from the leader's den while her mentor spoke with Palestar. On important deputy business, no doubt. The apprentice surveyed the camp as she waited. If the desolation and pain she witnessed scared her, she shoved those thoughts aside. Palestar was right, those exiles would be the ruin of the clan. They had already done too much damage. Ambushing them in their own camp like rogues, turning tail and running like kittypets. Her pelt prickled at the thought of ever laughing and playing with any of them in the past. Including Spottedpaw. A mangy prey-stealer like her ought to be kicked out, not kept in camp to eat even more Gladeclan prey. Good riddance, as far as she was concerned. She didn’t understand why her leader refused to chase Spottedpaw away, but she trusted him with every hair on her pelt. He must have some important plan for the captured apprentice. Though her pain screeched at her to curl up and mewl like a kit, she sat up tall with her head held high. Splashpaw was no weak-willed kittypet, she was born of warriors.

[bunsniff]

NIGHTPAW
she-cat | exiled apprentice | mentions n/a | tags russetsplash
< A ruddy she-cat with sorrel and cream markings and soft blue eyes >
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If her mentor hadn't approached, it was unlikely the young she-cat would have bothered to raise herself from the ground. She slowly sat up with a hollow smile beginning to take place on her muzzle. "Yeah--as good as anyone else it seems." She glanced at the multiple limping cats around them, indicating that she understood everyone was hurting currently; emotionally and physically. She grunted as she finally stood to her paws, "I don't understand why this happened, Russetsplash." It seemed like tears were beginning to bubble up in her eyes, and the emotions made her angry as she viciously rubbed them away. "This is all so confusing." Her tail drooped, "fighting our own family... What have we become?"

BLUEFANG
she-cat | gladeclan warrior | mentions palestar, splashpaw | tags open
< A blue she-cat with black spotting and white patches, and blue eyes >
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Bluefang could no longer witness the apprentice currently struggling for its life. She turned away from the scene and tried to detach herself from the situation. She found her blue eyes wandering in the direction of Palestar's den. She was curious of the conversation taking place in that den, and while she felt interested in attempting to get close and overhearing it... She noticed Splashpaw was basically guarding the scene.
She flicked her tail angrily and padded towards the warrior den in hopes of getting away from all the noise and distaste.

BLACKBIRD
tom | gladeclan medicine cat | mentions palestar, bronzeheart| tags spottedpaw (npc), sealpetal
< Black tom with mid high-white bicolor markings and sectoral heterochromia grey and brown eyes >
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Blackbird didn't want to overlook anything, so after speculating on the worst wounds, he began his work of applying herbs to the injured apprentice. His ears perked at Sealpetal's question and he felt frustration bloom in his chest. Luckily, it wasn't towards her, it was towards the entire situation. This shouldn't be happening!
He narrowed his eyes as he murmured between gritted teeth. "If Starclan will have it... I will try my best to save her." He slightly glanced at the leader's den and whispered hurriedly to the she-cat. "I will take her to my den, keep an eye on Palestar." He didn't speak further on the issue, but he didn't currently trust letting Palestar or Bronzeheart near the beaten apprentice. He delicately scooped up the small she-cat and carried her to his den to get her into a warm nest and get cobweb placed on her weeping wounds.

[Shyer]

X The Exiled X

Sagepaw
»Gender: Male|Age: 16m|Rank: Med cat app.|Sexuality: Bisexual«
»Location: Camp/Medicine cat den|Tags: Honeybrooke«
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With a sigh Sagepaw looks around the camp again. "Well, how exactly do we want to handle this? Have the severely wounds meet us here or would you rather for us to go to them?" He stood from him spot and gave himself a small shake, his silver and white fur spiking a bit as he finished.
He notice Nightpaw and Russetsplash in the distance, both with blood covering about half of their faces. Crestpaw was limping a bit but nothing too too serious from what he could tell so far. Lemonbreeze was hard to tell, if Sagepaw had to guess she still had adrenaline pumping through her. Serpentpaw seemed fine but he'll take a closer look later to be sure. He counited to make the best observation from where he stood and made a list, mumbling as he did so.


Russetsplash
»Gender: Male|Age: 48m|Rank:Warrior|Sexuality: Hetrosexual«
»Location: Close to camp|Tags: Nightpaw«
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Russetsplash felt his heart ache form the young apprentice, and frustrated with himself. There was no clear answer as to why all of this happen. Only that the source of it all points to Palestar. "I wish I knew Nightpaw. All we can do now is take care of this small family we have here and grow stronger. We won't be separated forever. Eventually we will be welcome back to Gladeclan." It was all he could hope for anyhow. It could be many many moons before they could be welcome back. For as long as Palestar is leader he will run them out and probably even kill them before ever welcoming them back.
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X Gladeclan X

Vixensong
»Gender: Female|Age: 30m|Rank:Queen|Sexuality: Hetrosexual«
»Location:Nursery|Tags:Ribbitbelly«
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Vixensong moves her tail away from her face at the sound of Ribbitbelly's voice. Taking a deep breath to clam herself down some, noticing he was pretty much unharmed. "I'm fine, scared but fine. No one ever came in here. After all, they are our clanmates and they would never hurt those that couldn't defend themselves all that well." She didn't care if they were exiled, to her they were still her clanmates and she misses them dearly, especially Hazeleyes. They became queens around the same time and spent a lot of time together in the nursery. She had hope they could watch their kits grow up together, but Palestar had to chase her out, especially when she was due any moment now! At least she still has Honeybrooke and Sagepaw with her... they will make sure she will be taken care of.
"How bad was it out there? Are you okay? Did they mange to take Spottedpaw back?" She felt bad for firing one question after another, but she felt like she needed to know.


Amberstorm
»Gender: Male|Age: 20m|Rank: Warrior|Sexuality:Pansexual«
»Location: Camp|Tags:Open«
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Amberstorm grunts has he awkwardly paces by the warrior den. His back left leg stung by the bite mark left on him during his fight. It also didn't help that there was cobwebs on it.. and he hate the feeling of cobwebs in his fur, it irritated him. But that didn't matter much right now. He was conflicted on how he felt at what just happen hours before. He never backed down from a battle, but this time he had to fight cats that where once part of Gladeclan. And never before ad he had to fight familiar faces out of training before. Since then he has been at war with himself... in his heart he knew the battle was wrong and should have never happen.. but all his training had taught him to fight and defend his clan from outsiders.
"But what are you suppose to do if the outsiders themselves... are really just cats that where once part of the clan...and where force to leave?" He mumbles to himself. They never did teach you that during your training as an apprentice.. then again how offend does the leader of the clan exiled a bunch of cat simply for the fact they aren't pure blood??