WAR! | WindClan/RiverClan Warriors War Roleplay

2. WAR!
   RiverClan has overstepped WindClan's boundaries. They've filled their tunnels with water one too many times, and they are done with it. WindClan declared war on RiverClan, and they returned the favor. How will this end? 

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Rules

1 - Have common sense. Don't be rude to people & don't do anything stupid.

2 - Please do not have any mental disorders you have not researched/experienced.

3 - While this roleplay is strictly WC and RC, TC & SC may come up time to time for medicine cat meetings or gatherings.

4 - I dunno what made me say this, but feel free to use the same characters in different roleplays. I do it all the time.

Rules may be added if something pops up or if I am reminded of something.

mods

this is a little section where i say who the mods are. basically just people who help me.

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Characters

Format - Name | Age | Appearance | Gender | Player

RIVERCLAN

LEADER-

Kestrelstar | 38 moons | greyish-brown tabby she-cat with beige highlights  | Female | Tiger

DEPUTY-

Duststrike | 33 moons | A ginger tabby Tom with green eyes | male | 20mia08

MEDICINE CAT & APPRENTICE-

Dualpelt | 38 moons | A black she-cat with a white back and belly | Female | Moonhawk

Featherpaw | 10 moons |  A white she-cat with multiple gray markings | Female | Moon (11746)

WARRIORS-

Rocklake | 79 moons | Deep gray with white paws & black shoulders. Lame leg due to fox attack | Male | Quillflight

Rainberry | 18 moons | Gray she-cat with a white ear, tailtip and yellow eyes | Female | KrisKat

APPRENTICES-

Palepaw | 10 moons | Calico she with brown instead of black | Female | Tiger

Fernpaw | 11 moons | tan tom with 1 brown front paw | Male | Mimic (4113)

Topazpaw | 7 moons | Ginger tabby tom with a brown face | Male | Moonhawk (34831)

QUEENS-

Jadetail | 25 moons | Deep brown tabby she-cat with a black mask & green eyes | Female | MoonHawk

KITS-

Foxkit | 3 moons | very small pale ginger she kit with dark stripes, cream underbelly, white paws and pale baby blue eyes | Female | Rykerie

ELDERS-

WINDCLAN

LEADER-

Swiftstar | 24 moons | A gray tabby with green eyes and tan highlights | Female | Maria Skylar

DEPUTY-

MEDICINE CAT & APPRENTICE-

Hawkstorm | 37 moons | a brown tabby tom with black stripes | Male | Tiger

Wisppaw | 9 moons | White she-cat who has a blue mottled pelt | Female | Moonhawk

WARRIORS-

Tigerpeak | 27 moons | Tortie with green eyes, suffers from fibromyalgia | Female | Quillflight

Pansythorn | 43 moons | A tortie with 1 blue eye and 1 amber eye | Female | #13511

Breezechaser | 30 moons | a black-based ticked tabby tom with black mottling and chestnut-brown hues from his base coat, and the classic "m" tabby pattern on his forehead | Male | 20mia08

Mooseleaf | 48 moons | Black-and-white tuxedo tom | Male | Mimic (#4113)

APPRENTICES-

Flintpaw | 6 moons | ??? (image not showing up) | Female | Maria Skylar

QUEENS-

KITS-

ELDERS-

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Rocklake

setting: riverclan camp - fresh kill pile

rocklake picked up a fresh fish from the pile, quickly devouring it in a few quick bites. He buried the bones quickly  and got up, walking off and out of camp to walk.

Tigerpeak

setting: windclan territory - tunnel leading to  riverclan territory

tigerpeak knew this was risky. she curled her tail over her back and kept digging. the plan was to get some water into the tunnel in order to get a drink for once. it was a difficult task, but one she was determined to finish.

Hawkstorm }~ Tom }~ Windclan Medicine Cat }~

-- Location} Windclan Camp, Medicine Cat Den -- Mentions} N/A -- 

Uncomfortable silence is what finally made the striped tom get up from his nest within his den. The scent of herbs filled his nares, and he took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. His cauda wavered behind him as he stretched his forelegs out in front of him, chuffing in satisfaction when he heard his joints pop.
Creeping away from his nest, Hawkstorm slowly padded over to the supply of herbs, his pupils narrowed as he took in the stock. With a nod of satisfaction, the male noted how the stores looked full enough, were an emergency to appear. The realization hit him as he realized just how fast the peaceful morning could go down into flames if Riverclan were to bring their slimy pelts onto their moorlands.
Distaste for the water-dwelling cats tainted his tongue in a foul flavor. As a Medicine Cat, Hawkstorm's job was to heal his clan and take care of their wounds, but he was still a formidable opponent in battle. The tom was not scared to fight a rival cat head-on, be it a clan cat or a rogue.
Shaking his head, he pushed the time-consuming thoughts out of his mind. Indeed, he was a Medicine Cat, and that meant he had a job to fulfill. Perking his ears, he lifted his head, looking towards the entrance of his den. He was to be ready for any injured cats to come along, ranging from a kit getting a thorn in their pad to the most gruesome of battle wounds.

Palepaw }~ Molly }~ Riverclan Apprentice }~

-- Location} Riverclan Camp, Camp Clearing -- Mentions} N/A

The young she-cat had risen early. She was eager to do all she could for her clan, especially when her warrior ceremony was only a few mere moons away if all were to go as planned. Looking up at the slowly lighting sky, she flicked her audits, a small smile spreading onto her maw.
Palepaw whisked her tassel behind herself as she warmed her body up from the mild chill of nighttime. The young female was planning on going out to hunt by herself, to provide for her clan solely. While she didn't know how her mentor would take this, she only hoped the outcome would be positive.
Anyways, there was no time to 'hope' for this molly, for she was already walking out of camp. She so happened to follow the path of the older warrior tom, Rocklake. She examined his lame leg with a strike of awe. It became like that from a fox attack, she'd heard, that took place a while ago. Unable to recall any information of it, she only assumed the attack was from before she was kitted.
Not wanting to be perceived as a snoop, Palepaw veered away from the hindside of the grey tom, padding towards the river. Sitting herself down, the she-cat positioned herself to where her shadow was not over the crystalline water, and she watched as the ripples hid little shimmers, the reflection of fish scales.
Flicking out a paw, the molly caught a small fish. She wasn't sure what kind it was, but it was a decent enough size. She caught two more, larger than the first but similar in size to one another, as the sun rose steadily in the sky. She then began to walk back to the camp with her three fish clamped tightly in her jaw.

Rocklake

setting: riverclan territory - riverbank

mentions: none

Rocklake sat at the riverbank, examining the water. He'd noticed Palepaw following him a bit ago, but he didn't mind. He was older than he'd like to admit, and he'd been asked to become an elder multiple times (which were all refused).

He watched Palepaw as she caught her fish then walked back to camp with them. He licked his lips at the thought. He flicked his stub tail, laying down to relax. His bones were getting quite sore anyway.

Tigerpeak

setting: windclan tunnels - tunnel to riverclan territory

Tigerpeak kept digging, feeling the dirt turn to mud. She shoved her paw into the mud, feeling water. She smiled, releasing her paw and letting some water flood into the tunnel. She packed the hole with more mud, making sure the tunnel wouldn't get entirely flooded. She began running out of the tunnel, happy to tell her clan she got some water.

Pansythorn || Molly || Windclan Warrior || Location: Windclan camp, in the medicine den. || Mentions: Hawkstorm

Pansy had been hunting all morning, she truly loathed going to her clan’s prey pile. She didn’t need anyone’s help to get food; she could do it herself. She usually didn’t tell anyone she was on her early-morning hunting trips, she simply walked on off and left. She was currently heading back when she accidentally stepped on a small prickly thing. She wasn’t exactly sure what she’d stepped on, and she didn’t care. All she cared about was getting back home to fix herself up. First, however, she’d have to ask for a wrap of some sort from her clan’s medicine cat. She really didn’t like doing so, as again, she hated asking for help. Yet, this time, she had too, as the paw that stepped on the prickly plant was now bleeding a little bit. It wasn’t a big deal to her, though, as she kept walking and humming along.

When she’d got there, she made her best effort to hide her pain, yet with every step, she winced a little on the inside. She checked her paw, and saw that it was still bleeding a little. She cringed a bit, sighed, and went into the den. “Heyy, Hawkstorm..!” She said, trying to act cool enough. “Y’know, do you have any extra bits of.. oh, I dunno, pineapple leaf, to bandage a small hurt I got when..” Quit talkin’, and just get the herbs! She silently said to herself. “It’d be great if you got an extra long piece, so I don’t have to take any more.” She waited patiently for his reply. :)

Duststrike | RiverClan | Deputy | Location: Camp | Mentions: N/A

The lithe ginger tom glowered into the distance. Another day with WindClan still around was another day filled with bitter disappointment. The mere thought of the arrogant hare-eaters made his coat prickle and grow hot with intense irritation. They had taken far too many family members from him. One day, he would have his revenge. The clan deputy slipped from the warrior's den, shrewd gaze scanning across camp to select members for his dawn patrol. He wouldn't settle for just any cat- those who ran with him at the brink of daylight would have to be prepared for the potential border skirmish that could easily end poorly. With war on the horizon, Duststrike was itching to give those bee-brained WindClanners what they deserved: an ending.

He had no time for breakfast- his impatience for war and exacting his revenge had long since made his appetite disappear into the oblivion. The deputy was finding himself growing even more impatient with his leader. If WindClan managed to patch up their flooded tunnels, RiverClan would no longer have their advantage. They needed to act fast- and sooner rather than later. 

Breezechaser | WindClan | Warrior | Location: WindClan territory | Mentions: N/A

When the faint trickle of dawn light had hit the tom's amber eyes, he was up and ready in an instant. Being a WindClan stringbean, he found himself having quite the appetite- quite frankly, Breezechaser was surprised that he wasn't as plump as a happy kittypet, considering how frequently he ate. The nimble tom had already struck out to go hunting, and on his own. Perhaps such a task was dangerous, considering that RiverClan was particularly hostile and would happily claim that he was "trespassing", no matter how far away he was from their borders. 

But, when hunger called, Breezechaser answered. 

He didn't want to wait around and pester his clanmates to attend a patrol with him. They awakened too slowly for him, and honestly, they might get in the sure-footed tom's way. So the ticked tabby tom strolled across the moorland of WindClan at a leisurely pace, seeking out his breakfast. It was typical to hunt for the clan first, but there was already a few scraps on the fresh kill pile. Besides, Breezechaser wouldn't be an efficient hunter if he starved on. If he ate, he could surely catch more with a clear, satisfied mind. 

He had missed the first rabbit, but the second had been slower when fleeing from its burrow. This one was older than the previous: bigger than its smaller, leaner companion, and therefore a meal much more worth his time. The WindClan warrior took off after the rodent, springing after the creature on long, powerful limbs before clamping onto the back of the rabbit's neck. It kicked wildly, but Breezechaser steadied himself and waited in patient silence as the rabbit's movements became weaker and weaker.