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At the Forest Gathering, Littlestar prophesied that the Sun God - that she just killed - will be reborn as a mortal. It was also around that time that SunClan learned that many deserters had sought refuse in SwiftClan. So, Bloodyrondo decided that it would be a great idea to lead a large patrol of SunClan cats (literally more cats are in this patrol than there are cats in SwiftClan probably) to raid SwiftClan, kill / capture the SunClan deserters and steal as many presumably SunClan kits (they will take any kit that they see) as they can carry.
It is totally up to the roleplayer whether or not your SwiftClan character gets captured by SunClan.
edit: SunClan initiates may participate in the raid as a way to prove their loyalty.
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"Are there really no guards?"
This was going to be easier than he thought.
As a precaution, Bloodyrondo had had SunClan Warriors surround the camp, but he was starting to think that that may have been a waste of time. The lack of opposition was almost alarming. So far he had seen only a few cats but not one had bothered to stop what was obviously a battle patrol from walking right into SwiftClan's camp. He was in the heart of it now and slowly shifted from one paw to the next, a little uneasy, but optimistic. This battle was already won.
The Priest Promised took a deep breath, then called out, loud enough for any cats in camp to hear:
"We are here to collect any SunClan deserters that SwiftClan is harboring. In addition, we will be taking any kit of suspected SunClan blood back with us to their rightful home. If you fight, we will respond with deadly force, but there does not need to be a battle so long as you do exactly as we say."
The young she-cat had entered camp not long before the invaders, sparing them a curious glance as she passed by one, but not thinking anything of it. The SunClan scent was becoming less unusual in their camp as more and more defectors joined them and she guessed that someone else had come as well. Shatteredshine entered the camp with her catch and laid it down in the fresh-kill pile, looking about cheerfully for her family until the shout reached her ears. Her uncle wasn't in camp, so the clan would have to do without their leader.
Shatteredshine's fur bristled. "Go away and we won't drive you out!" she yowled. "There's no need for anyone to be injured, but we will defend our cats?"
She looked around and saw Wyverndelirium step up beside her, silently nodding his support. Looking anxious, newcomer Breezestep took a few steps back and headed for the nursery to look for Pebblekit.
"Oh look everyone, it's Bloodyrondo the crykit. How unexpected, and by unexpected I mean completely, absolutely expected."
Firetooth sauntered out of the half-rotten log that made up Swiftclan's Medicine Cat den, looking more annoyed than shocked or scared. It had been a grand total of two days since the gathering in question, and frankly the young tom partly responsible for this entire mess had been counting down the minutes until someone from Sunclan showed up, gnashing their teeth at him for 'killing their god'. The battle patrol was a bit of a surprise, though...and the demand about the kits.
"Honestly, I'm convinced your entire existence is an exercise in futility. Aside from myself, there's maybe three other cats that are formerly Sunclan, and none of them have had kits in the past six moons. I should know, I actually have knowledge of how healing works, unlike you. But if it makes you feel better, you can drag me all the way back to Sunclan even though it changes nothing about your precious god being dead. Fair warning, my paws are kinda sore so I hope you don't mind carrying me."
"Uhh...how about not?" Sliprabbit responded, giving the Medicine Cat a weary look as the grey tabby slowly moved across camp to stand beside Shatteredshine, feeling far more safe beside her more confident sister. "No one has to go anywhere, no one has to fight. This is probably just a big misunderstanding. There have to be other clans with more Sunclan deserters than we do. Why approach us?"
"This is Sunclan you're talking to, Sliprabbit. They don't exactly follow normal logic like the rest of us do." Tinybreath had already moved to a defensive stance in front of the nursery, but between her small stature and breathing problems, she couldn't help but worry what would happen if an actual battle broke out right here and now. Glancing to her brother and nieces, her icy gaze lit up with determination. She'd happily give her life before if it meant Sunclan wouldn't get their kits.
Beestripe was leaving the nursery after going to see his new children. They were so small and his heart was incredibly full. As he was exiting, a little spotted kit waddled by him and he laughed, "Now what are you doing running around, small one? Stick close to your mother!" He had never been a parent before, and he didn't know for sure how best to raise small cats. No matter what he said or did though, it would always be with love and patience. pao @ian @turtlenoir
A voice called from inside the nursery, "I don't know why he won't sit still. The poor thing can't even see." It was Brownie. The queen was lovingly attending to her own kits who were growing larger by the day. neverstarstarStrawberryleaf
Pebblekit raised an eyebrow at the adults' exchange but said nothing. He was quite far away from his mother now. The SunClan kit knew he should keep his mouth shut here, but cats walking around without praising his god really bothered him. He nearly decided to just share what he knew when there was a change in the air. Cleaver
From out of the blue came a loud voice, breaking the usual feel of the camp. Both adults raised their heads to listen to what was being said. Beestripe threw a glance back at the nursery where his family was and gritted his teeth. He'd been doing so well keeping his cool since he'd joined SwiftClan, and he was beginning to gain a reputation of being a softie. He sort of liked it, and whether that was bad or good didn't much matter. The dark tabby reminded himself of this fact and approached the scene in the camp. Upon seeing that others had already addressed the SunClan cats, he held back and remained closer to the nursery than to everyone else.
This was nothing new. Not the first time he'd waltzed into the middle of rival Clan's camp and demanded something. Not the first time he'd been met with insutls and slander. The ginger Priest Promised kept a level head as he addressed Firetooth, "Oh, so you're ex-SunClan? Must have been long before my time, old man. Everyone alive seems to have forgotten about you." A bluff, mostly. He knew that Firetooth had been in cahoots with Autumngossamer, but somehow he had missed that tom's SunClan ancestry. Whatever. He planned to kill him either way, "Where's Chimerastar? Hiding like the coward he is?"
Steepfall had been napping. Yes, even a hard-boiled tom like him was allowed a midday rest, just like any other cat in the Clan. Unfortunately, his timing could not have been poorer. The charcoal black tom was one of the few cats in SwiftClan that performed regular border patrols and certainly would have noticed a SunClan battle patrol approaching had he not been resting. Upon hearing angry yowls from his clan-mates, he lifted up his head and tasted the air. The stench of SunClan almost made him gag and he was on his feet in seconds, scrambling out of the make-shift hollow that served as the Warrior's den. His heart was pounding even before he saw the sheer number of enemies present, "What in the world...?"
Post by strawberrycupid on Jul 31, 2020 22:56:41 GMT -5
Sunclan
Looking between the group of Sunclanners here, and the members of Swiftclan milling about, it definitely felt like they came overprepared. Anemoneshade shuffled her paws, visibly flinching a bit as insults were thrown this way and that. It was a bit much, definitely enough to go over her head. She stood straight, her posture loose and flexible but also easy to catch off guard. "There's no need for any unnecessary bloodshed. Word spread through the grapevine that Swiftclan has a good amount of deserters, but we'll be sure to investigate the other clans as necessary."
Post by simplylight on Jul 31, 2020 23:38:22 GMT -5
Swiftclan Calamityshrine stared through the growing crowd of cats, a dark look on his usual cheery face. "Every cat here is Swiftclan, no matter where they came from. Sunclan could do a better job of treating their clanmates and maybe they would stay. No cat is going to want to come back to you lot, especially when you act pompous like that." The former Fallclan leader hissed through a clenched jaw. He was easy-going most of the time, but threatening to take cats against their will was something he would not tolerate.
Pygmyprawn let out a low growl at Bloodyrondo's words, wanting to leap forward and claw that smug look off his face. She was going to wait to see what Chim said before, though.
Scorchsoot padded up to Sliprabbit's side, bristling with fury.
Shatteredshine leaned against her sister as Sliprabbit came to her side, taking comfort in her presence. She was a little hesitant about Firetooth's response to the intruders, but this wasn't the time for them to argue, and he was defending his clan. They might prefer different approaches, but their clan was on the same page: nobody wanted bloodshed, but they weren't giving in easily either. Suddenly she was quite glad to have older cats like Calamitystar here to defend them.
"Chimerastar is with our allies as we speak, gathering reinforcements in case you make a poor decision here," she lied smoothly. "If he were here, he would say the same thing we are. Leave now, before your cats are injured unnecessarily. Cousin," Shatteredshine glanced back toward Steepfall, "do you want to escort this patrol from our camp?"
Breezestep slipped past Tinybreath into the nursery. She had changed her name back from Windskip when they left their old clan, hoping it would be enough to disguise their identities, but now she wondered if she should have renamed Pebblekit as well. She couldn't bear the thought at the time, not after what he was already going through, but if SunClan found them now it would mean her death. "Pebblekit, come with me. We need to slip out now, I'll explain later," she promised, bending down in front of the kit o look him in the eye. It was lucky that the ragged SwiftClan camp had plenty of space between the dens where they could squeeze out and make a break for it. "Let's go, okay?"
SunClan
Ebonygold fluffed up his dark fur as he stood with the other warriors, unable to chase the worry from his face. He had never been trained to fight; after retiring from his life as a medicine cat, he thought he would rest peacefully, but his recent demotion meant he qualified for the battle patrol. He just had to hope his instincts were sharper than he thought. Festeringfruit was standing at his side, the tiny tom nearly vibrating with excitement for the coming fight.
SUNCLAN Romancefable stood proudly, his white painted with a managery of swirls and symbols that stood out brightly against his coat. Thought he didn't are all that much about the fight itself, he wanted to prove himself a capable warrior. Perhaps if he showed that he could handle himself in a fight, then Azura would give him a sliver of her time.
Silverfringe looked over the SwiftClan cats with critical eyes, most clans panicked when faced with such a force and yet these cats simply sat around throwing threats their way. She had decided to tag along to keep Bloodyrondo out of trouble but it seemed that it was to late for that. Bloodyrondo had already made up his mind, and there was no changing it now. Either way they would need to win this so that her mother wouldn't have to worry when she awoke. However she wouldn't be participating in this battle merely offering support from behind. Her belly was slightly more chubby than normal, and even though it hadn't been announced she was pregnant. Her eyes searched the crowd for her mate, but she stayed back behind the main patrol and out of sight.Honeystorm
Buzzingswarm stood up to his full height, trying to look intimidating. His long fur had been painted, and well groomed but he still looked more like an over eger apprentice than a warrior. He shifted his weight back and forth between his paws anxiously ready for the fight to begin. He had been promised bloodshed and violence, and was rather excited to get to dig his claws and teeth into SunClan's enemies.
Troublemaker, grinned his eyes wandering over the assembled crowds. Instead of desserters and kits, his wandering eye had something else in mind. Apparently SwiftClan had been hiding some rather cute she-cats from him. He made a mental note to visit here soon with his brother for a little bit of fun. Phantom
Applecrumble rolled her eyes "can we just get a move on with it already?" she was itching for a fight, and now that her kits were almost ready to be promoted and weaned she didn't have anything holding her back from participating Jadie
Though he was only an initiate, the tom decided it would be worthwhile to show up. Ghazen scanned the SwiftClan camp with distaste flaring in his eyes. No worthwhile group would wait for an enemy patrol to walk right up to their camp without resistance. They had done just that, and it made him curious to see what other damage they could do. He looked between Bloodyrondo and the SwiftClan camp below them as his claws slid from their sheaths. It had been a long time since he fought in something like this.
Doctoredheart stood with his clanmates, the ginger of his fox-patterned fur glowing like a flame and his green eyes glittering with excitement, it had been so long since he had been involved in something so exhilarating and he was ready for whatever was about to happen, though he hoped it wouldn't be a peaceful encounter.
racer Pollendrone stood tall, her legs had gotten long, her body while petite was lean and her white and tortoiseshell coat was sleek, she had no intentions of fighting during this invasion but had tagged along to retrieve kits. Standing beside her brother Buzzingswarm, her brown eyes focused on their targets she took in a breath and lifted her head. "Are you ready, Buzzingswarm?"
Heartbreaker was no more than a few pawsteps away from his twin as they stood with their clanmates looking into the heart of Swiftclan as Bloodyrondo spoke, he probably could have showed more devotion to their task, but he currently had other things running through his mind as he let his gaze move from one swiftclan cat to another as they appeared, as if he was searching for something. "What do you think, Troublemaker?" Seeing as they were surrounded by others, he didn't reveal the meaning of the question, his brother would understand.
Post by strawberrycupid on Aug 2, 2020 0:14:30 GMT -5
Swiftclan
To say the walk back to Swiftclan had been hell was an understatement. Each step he took, any movement he made was met with throbbing pain. When he came back the next morning, all broken and bloody, the Fallclan cats panicked and brought him back to Swiftclan. They walked with him to the border, but let him go on his own after that. Romulus Fauna was grateful; for the minor patching up he got but also to be left alone. It let him really process what happened, let each flinch and hiss at the pain be free without judgment. Each breath held a hitch or a whine. But everything that happened, each excruciating detail replayed in his mind. And he... liked it? It was strange, unreal, but he kept thinking about the Summerclan smelling she-cat with the bright yellow eyes and the feeling of her claws tearing through his fur. Romulus was wondering how he could get back to Summerclan when the strong smell of Sunclan hit him like a truck. "What? Really?" was all he could say, peering through the grass to see the large group in front of the camp. What was going to happen? He really should have stayed in Fallclan, and slowly began to back up. Honeystorm
"I can't wait to see who Chimerastar brings to help protect his Clan. Judging by how little you all seem trained in defense, I didn't think that was a priority of his," Bloodyrondo responded to Shatteredshine dismissively, not at all convinced by her lie. He flicked his tail toward the nursery, a motion intended for the patrol as his heels, "Go collect the kits. One per Warrior. Do not draw blood unless SwiftClan acts in defiance. Ebonygold, you take a few cats and locate all of the SunClan defectors and separate them from the rest. We will take them back to SunClan with us for proper trials. I will take care of Firetooth here, though, for the only fit punishment for his crimes is death." CleaverGidgetGal
Caramelcream was rarely part of battle patrols. Even during her time as a rough-and-tumble WinterClan cat, she'd always been too friendly and passive to win a fight, she usually got confused in the middle of it and thought it a game anyway. The massive caramel-colored she-cat's tail lashed from side to side in excitement as her eyes zeroed right in on the nursery. Another favorite game of hers, herding kittens. She'd gotten good at it in SunClan which had dozens of kittens year round. If only she could figure out how to get some of her own, she would be the best mom for sure! "Applecrumble, let's go get the kittens! Come on!" She begged, somehow intuitive enough to know that Applecrumble really wanted to be in the fight, "Please!" racer
Ebonygold bowed his head respectfully and moved in to begin examining the warriors before him. At least one of their faces should be familiar to him, he had been in the clan long enough to recognize any new defectors.
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Shatteredshine grit her teeth, waiting for a signal from their deputy, but Wyverndelirium wasn’t waiting. The golden-brown tabby raced across camp to block Caramelcream’s path, his back arched as he hissed at the larger cat. “You won’t touch a hair on their pelts,” he snarled, shoving her back.
Ghazen chuckled under his breath as he walked toward the nursery with the rest of the patrol. Bloodyrondo's order amused him. Bloodyrondo wanted to kill all of them, but didn't want to be the bad guy. The Priest Promised very well knew that they would defend their kittens with their lives. The initiate was tempted to just lash out at one of the SwiftClan warriors to get things moving, but he refrained; however, that hungry look plastered itself onto his face as he eyed each of the gathered warriors.
SwiftClan (Here's a SwiftClan cat someone can kill.)
Furytalon watched in horror as the patrol began to make its way toward Swiftclan's young. He raced in front of the patrol and stood in front of the entrance. He hissed at them as they approached and made eye contact with one of the warriors. "Did anyone every tell you that you're sick?"
"I already told you; your precious 'god' isn't here!" Firetooth's tail lashed behind him furiously, but his stony gaze faltered as he fearfully glanced over towards the nursery...where his mother had just entered moments ago. From the corner of his gaze he could see the Beestripe watching him; he couldn't even remember having interacted with the new Deputy before, but now silently prayed that he would help deescalate the situation. Moving to stand between the Sunclan cats and the Nursery, he grit his teeth as he stared Bloodyrondo down. "You've made your point, Priest Promised. You want to kill me here and now, go right ahead. But leave the kits and the warriors of Swiftclan out of this! They played no part in what I did, I acted alone, and I'm ready to pay the price if I must! I helped kill the Sun God, no one else!" Firetooth was shaking now; had Chimerastar really been right all along? Would Sunclan really punish them all for one Medicine Cat's actions? How many of his clanmates would die to protect these kits? cookieJadie
As the Sunclan patrol slowly approached, Tinybreath unsheathed her claws, digging them deep into the earth as she hissed at the approaching cats - a tiny bundle of uncontrolled rage. She only faltered when she heard the Medicine Cat's confession, turning to stare at him in surprise. "You helped kill the Sun God? That's what my brother was shouting at you about earlier?" The she-cat crouched into a battle stance, letting out a small chuckle. "That is the best thing I've heard all moon. Remind me to have your kits when this is all over, you crazy feabag." She playfully stuck her tongue out a Firetooth, before turning to growl at the Sunclan cat in front of her. "So who's first?!"
Sliprabbit stared at Firetooth like the tom had grown two heads, before quickly shaking it off and moving to brush her pelt up against her sisters'. "I don't think I've ever been in a real battle before," she admitted in whisper for only her siblings to hear. "Scorchsoot, Shatteredshine, let's stand together, okay?" Cleaversimplylight
Beestripe was watching things ramp up and it was killing him. There were so many SunClan cats and they didn't look the least bit interested in calming down. But he was a family cat before he was a deputy, and Beestripe chose to remain next to the nursery. His voice remained calm as he called out to the SunClan cats, "If you have come here for our clanmates and our kits, then we have no choice but to defend ourselves." The deputy turned to his clanmates around him. "Protect the kits before your clanmates if you must. They don't have the claws to do it themselves. And if you feel the need to run instead of fight, do it now. This won't be pretty." In SpringClan, he had led a life without a serious fight like the one he felt coming. Beestripe hated that this was happening to his new clan. It was a nightmare. But now they were in the middle of it and had no choice. He just hoped the others could be selfless and would protect the children. And if a piece of him had said that because his own mate and kits were in the nursery then, well, so be it. If SunClan was going to fight for them then let them try.
Pebblekit figured he should be nervous now that there was no god to protect him. A cat's face was suddenly very close to his eyes and he made out the fuzzy appearance to be Windskip - or Breezestep, whatever. She wanted him to leave with her again? "But we just got here," he complained. "How are we gonna find the Sun God if we leave again?" Cleaver
SUNCLAN: Applecrumble snarled placing herself between Carmelcream and Shatteredshrine, so her sister could continue on to the nursery "Just give us what we want and we will leave, its that simple. All we want is what is rightfully ours, kits with SunClan blood. If you aren't harboring any traitors and defectors you have nothing to fear from us" Jadie
*any attacks my characters try to make describe the goal, but you can decide if they hit and the extent of damage. If I push the envelope too much feel free to PM me & I will edit it :3*
SUNCLAN
"As if I'd believe a single word from your mouth! A mistake like that is what twisted Autumgossamer's mind against the Sun God." Bloodyrondo could hear the sounds of fighting break out around him, but he did not waver, expecting his guard to keep the pathetic SwiftClan cats out of his way so he could take care of Firetooth, "I'll take what belongs to SunClan and would have left everyone else out of this had you simple minded fools listened to me from the beginning!"
With that, Bloodyrondo lunged at SwiftClan's medicine cat, his claws glinting in the SunClan as he aimed a blow at the left side of the other tom's face, starting at the ear and then downward, across the eye. He was going to draw this out. All of the anger and sadness he'd been feeling was fueled into this attack, and it wasn't just the loss of the Sun God, but also his mate, Satinlights, as well as his trust in Littlestar. He was done taking the blows. From here on out, he'd deal them. GidgetGal
Caramelcream crouched down and stuck her rear up in the air in much the same pose as a kit would use to approach a leaf, "Oh, is this a game? Do I win if I touch them?" She crouched low to the ground, wiggled from side to side and jumped as high as she could, right over the Shatteredshine. She landed with an awkward oof and then bee-lined it to the nursery, "Just try and stop me!" Cleaver
"Oh, shut up, flea-bag," Discordantmelody meowed as she from the shadows. She had always been among the stealthiest of SunClan's Warriors and SwiftClan camp made it easy; there were many entrances and exits and it didn't seem a single one was properly guarded. The calico did not want to waste her element of surprise so she lunged at Furytalon's throat even before she finished speaking, aiming to rip it open with her fangs and shut him up for good. (feel free to rough her up some before the killing blow if you want!) stardance
SWIFTCLAN
"Of course, I---" But before Steepfall could finish his reply to Shatterdshine, a SunClan cat had gotten between them and shortly thereafter the battel again. He broke away and looked around the camp with a blank expression on his face. I knew this was going to happen. How many times had he told Chimerastar that they needed better defenses, more patrols, borders? And where was the leader now, anyway? Even though Beestripe was here, the deputy didn't seem to be doing much, it was Firetooth that was running the show, and Firetooth was having some kind of crisis.
Steepfall lashed his tail. The hierarchy was breaking down and no cat seemed to know what to do. He cleared his throat and called out, "SwiftClan! Prioritize protecting the kits and queens and get them out of here! Scatter and don't stop running!" It was a flimsy plan at best but it was better than what they had right now. He first hand knew the strength of SunClan - they would not win. Fighting was pointless. They needed to escape.
Unfortunately, his outburst would draw attention to him, and Steepfall just so happened to qualify as one of the deserters SunClan was trying to collect.
