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    He felt exasperation shoot through him as an apprentice came running up, all too earger to volunteer herself for such a dangerous mission. The golden tom raised an eyebrow, glancing about for… Oh no, this was Lionpaw. The apprentice he had just given to- Skunkbreeze, now approaching. And where there was a Skunkbreeze, there was a Roachwing. For just a moment, he thought about telling all three of them no, but then realized no other ShadowClan cats were jumping to their paws to volunteer as well. With a mental sigh he glanced the trio over, hoping beyond hope he wasn’t dragging his previous apprentice into yet another life altering situation. Even now, just looking at Roachwing’s blind eye, he couldn’t help but feel regret. “Alright,” he stated, clearly giving them permission to come along.

    Soon enough they were out of ShadowClan’s camp and meeting up with the ThunderClan patrol, Kass quickly taking charge of the situation. It irked Hornetstar beyond belief to have to sit back and take directions from her, but the sensible part of him knew she was the one with all the information. Besides, it didn’t seem like a terrible plan. He just needed to accept the situation and move on, do his job, and then they could all go their separate ways, safe and sound. Though he couldn’t help the flare of annoyance as the deputy spoke to Lionpaw like that, lip curling slightly in disgust before he forced his facial features more neutral. “You three,” he mumbled, grabbing Lionpaw’s, Skunkbreeze’s, and Roachwing’s attention. “Be careful. This serious business, even if we did bring a small army with us.”

    Certain they’d received the message, he whirled about and went to get into position with Kass. Part of him was a bit uncomfortable with this whole situation, but he told himself to calm down and just remember to breathe. After a moment to make sure everyone was ready, he led the charge with a yowl. The noise instantly drew the foxes out, and he didn’t hesitate to pick up the nearest rock and fling it in their general direction. As predicted, they were certainly skittish and were already looking ready to retreat.



    Lionpaw’s ears pricked immediately upon being spoken to by Kass. Her heart leaped erratically as she expected to be given some pretty cool orders, given that she was the only ShadowClan apprentice brave enough to join. Oh, I bet she’s going to have me go take out one of those foxes myself. I am pretty sneaky, Lionpaw thought to herself proudly, only to have every such plan shot down by the ThunderClan deputy’s orders. Her blue and yellow eye bore deep into the deputy’s dappled coat, her expression sharp with thinly veiled fury. What?! I can fight! She grit her teeth, her ears flattening back against her skull as she dejectedly walked over to Morningpaw and Frostpaw. “If I’m so useless, why am I in charge?” She spat under her breath hotly, her maw transforming into a full pout as she waited beside the other apprentices. 


    Morningpaw’s greeting earned some of her angst. She rose a brow at the medicine cat apprentice, her maw curving into a light sneer. “Lionpaw,” she muttered back. “Yeah, I’m leading. I’ve got two orders right off the back. Do what I say and don’t make me look bad.” The golden mottled apprentice sniffed and looked back to her mentor with disappointment. Bluefire isn’t Hornetstar OR Skunkbreeze. I don’t have to listen to her…right? 

    “Destiny isn't a path any cat follows blindly. It is always a matter of choice, and sometimes the heart speaks loudest. Listen to your heart, because that's where your true destiny lies.”
    - Leafpool


    Snarlingbadger ~ ThunderClan Warrior

    Didn’t take much time until they reached a point where the scent of ShadowClan was almost overwhelming, scent glands tingling as he could scent that Bluefire and Hornetstar were far away from the border. A furry brow arched slightly in surprise, usually leaders didn’t leave such patrols, which piqued his interest. With a twitch of nose, long tail lashing as he silently alerted his patrol that they were nearing the rest of the hunting party for red tails. Pupils narrowing as he spotted the dilute calico pelt first of his deputy, looking at her for a brief moment to make sure she was fine. She was his sisters mate and although many weren’t a fan of the she-cat, he held respect for her. Pale yellow eyes finally flickered towards Hornetstar, dipping his head in a wordless greeting. Words weren’t needed from him. Beyond the shoulders of the two high ranks, were a few cats that he recognized by name only. Roachwing and Skunkbreeze, although the young apprentice was a surprise. Although, he forced himself to look away from the others with ease, his attention settling upon his deputy and the ShadowClan leader as he drank in the details of this so called plan. His left eyebrow twitched faintly, simply surprised that they weren’t going to be directly attacking the foxes, he had never taken such an approach given his history with other predators.

    Snarlingbadger was a massive tomcat, tall and broad, his fur was short. He was a black and white tomcat, with pale yellow eyes and a strong jaw. Despite this, his more noticeable features were the jagged scars that marked his muzzle and throat, where the fur would not longer grow. To him they were hideous, but they did prove that he was a survivor. Foxes did not feed his fear. Turning his chin, his eyes narrowed in on Sagetalon that was standing beside Adderface with a curious expression. “Sagetalon, I want you and Adderface to work together.” He gave a nod to his fellow clan mates, while looking back at Skunkbreeze and Roachwing, pupils narrowing slightly as he watched the two tomcats before he nodded towards the two. “I’ll go with you two, you know the area better on this side of the border.” His deep and gravely voice stung his throat, but he was no longer completely mute and could afford to communicate when needed. Taking a moment before he stepped towards the two dark furred toms, his pale eyes found Frostpaw and he gave a grunt. “Stick together and stay out of trouble. Don’t let your mind wander.” Snarlingbadger warned Frostpaw, his gaze gave no room for argument before he walked after the two ShadowClan cats.


    Sagetalon ~ ThunderClan Warrior

    Sagetalon felt awkward being so close to the ShadowClan border, nevertheless the leader himself! Hornetstar had his usual resting bitch face and it seemed to be contagious to both Bluefire and Snarlingbadger. His dear friend had a no nonsense aura going on around him, but he was curious as he listened to the orders that were given by Bluefire. Apple green eyes blinked slowly in surprise as he was told that they were only chasing off the foxes in the most ‘humane’ way possible. How… odd. To make matters worse, Snarlingbadger split himself from their group and was forcing him to be paired with Adderface, which caused his pelt to stiffen slightly as he chanced a glance at the smiley tomcat. Adderface was also paying attention, his aura still felt silly but he also had a serious side to him, which caused him to blush slightly before he looked away and grumbled. “Of course, why not.” He groaned in annoyance as he watched Snarlingbadger walk after Roachwing and Skunkbreeze, his nose wrinkling slightly as he started to walk past Frostpaw before he hesitated and looked at the apprentice. “Don’t take it too personal, he’s like that with everyone. Hang in there.” He promised the young feline, before he walked in the opposite direction.

    He noticed that Adderface was dragging behind because of Morningpaw, his lips pressing together as he tried to keep his irritation in place. “Would you two like to continue this in a den?” He blinked innocently, watching them for a moment before he gave a single wave of his tail. “Come along, Adderface. Let’s get this over with.” He sighed heavily, immediately turning on his paws as the pale tabby Tom was moving further and further along the border to both clans.



    Whiskers quivering as he sensed the unease radiating from his former mentor and leader; Hornetstar. Letting his pale yellow eye flicker over the golden tom, even though Hornetstar did not voice it, Roach knew that he was less than pleased to see him being one to volunteer. One would think that it was just because Roachwing is a well known troublemaker and would find some way to mess this mission up, but it was clear to the dark lanky tom that his leader still held some guilt and responsibility to his permanent impairment. Sighing through his nose as he did not know how else to tell Hornetstar that he was not at fault, it was all on him as he was the one that let a SkyClan apprentice gain the upper hand, that latter resulted in his now cloudy yellow left eye. ‘So stubborn’ he thought, inwardly snorting at the thought as it was too true when describing his leader. Roachwing was pretty sure that had to be a trait for all leaders and even high ranks, as all of them seemed like stubborn asses to him. Hearing a reluctant ‘alright’ brings him out of his thoughts, turning his cranium slightly in order to get a better look at Hornetstar, giving him a small smile before watching Lionpaw stalk off.


    His eye twinkling in amusement as it was clear the young spitfire was not pleased with Bluefire’s instructions, “Seems like you have your paws full with her” he mutters to Skunkbreeze, completely ignoring the fact that he himself had been a handful to not only Hornetstar but many of the senior warriors when he was an apprentice. Now don’t let the fact he is now a warrior cloud the fact he still is and forever will be a troublemaker. Just when he was going to move away from his former mentor did he hear him address not just him, but Lionpaw and Skunkbreeze as well. Stilling as he shifts his form to give his full attention to Hornetstar. His heart warming at hearing true concern for their well being, “Don’t worry Hornetstar, I’ll keep Skunkbreeze in check” he teases before smiling over at the golden leader before moving away knowing that his leader had more important things to handle at this moment. Roachwing needed to be extra careful during this vital mission, as he was still learning how to normally function with no sight in his left eye. He learned early on that it was important for him to turn his head certain ways to get the full picture, and to rely more on sound and touch as a guide.


    Skunky has been a big part in him quirking his way of thinking and handling situations differently. Within the last few moons, Roachwing has noticed a change within him, as if his brain was compensating for falling short in the sight department. His hearing has heightened considerably, his skin more sensitive to touch, just the slightest shift in temper, pressure, and light affects him in many ways. All these new sensations often overwhelmed him to the point he could seek out solitude to calm his raging nerves. No matter how much he wanted to remain out of this foxy situation, there was no way in hell he would leave Skunk to handle some foxes on his own, especially without him there. “The plan seems a little too straight forward, we all should know that foxes aren’t as dumb as they look” he adds to his friend. Black paper-thin ears perking up at a deep gravely voice speaking not too far from the pair. Frowning as he hoped that it would just be him and Skunk in their group, he felt comfortable with him.


    Though when he turns fully to see who had spoken to him, a snarky comment on the tip of his tongue at having not invited him into the duo group. Freezing as his pale yellow gaze flickers up the large black and white thunderclanner that stood tall and proud before him. Pursing his lips as he could sense that Snarlingbadger was the broody silent type, gruesome scars stitching into his form, but that did not ruin his handsome masculine features. Roachwing had noticed during his apprenticeship that he tended to be attracted to not only females, but males as well–he had never openly mentioned this realization to anyone, but to those who paid attention to him would notice. Arching a brow as he subtly eyes him with interest, he certainly looked appealing in a rugged manner. Clearing his throat, ears twitching back slightly in embarrassment at his staring, “Seems reasonable enough” he casually shrugs his shoulders with a smirk playing on his lips as he playfully adds, “Do try to keep up broody” his voice lilting with a teasing tone as he references to the thoughtful cold facial expression of the tom.


    Adderface 🐍 Thunderclan Warrior

         “G-Got it…”

    Where has the time gone? It seemed only yesterday when Hollystar gave him his first apprentice: an itty bitty cat of bright sunshine yellow, with a peculiar collar strapped to her neck. Perhaps the clan leader knew he wouldn’t treat her any differently for her quirks. Adderface had been so excited to train a new warrior, he didn’t realize that his little friend was soon to be their medicine cat. Warrior duties proved to stress Morningpaw in ways that worried him. Starclan calling her to be their seer seemed only fitting. But he couldn’t help but wonder if Silverpelt landed her in his paws for a reason as well.

    Worry sat on his brow as he looked to Morningpaw. After a moment, his jade eyes warmed with trust. Trust in her abilities, trust that she will come out of this fine. “You got it,” he said quietly.

    It was at this time when Sagetalon popped in, the taller tomcat looking hurried and a bit annoyed. Unable to resist, Adderface turned to him and smirked slyly. “You just can’t get me to yourself fast enough, huh?” he mrrowed with amusement. Before following after his den-mate, Adderface watched her fall in line with the other apprentices and flicked his tail in farewell.

    They reached their mark, where the underbrush thinned and the trees gathered together. He stood near the border and kept his eyes peeled for a flash of fire-red fur, the foxes’ trademark color in these parts. It was awfully exciting! He’s never chased out a fox before, this would probably be the closest he would ever come to those animals. Half-face had told tale before of their strange calls and long, stretched out proportions. He glanced over towards Sagetalon, eyeing his build and sensing his “ready to handle the foxes” attitude. Adderface felt that maybe it would be best to stay close to him for this adventure.


    Kass looked to Hornetstar, generally uncaring if she’d overstepped but willing to look him in the eye and act sorry for taking action against the apprentice with the death wish if she needed to be. Her ears twitched irritably, body ducking down into a crouch that best served their purposes. She liked operations like this, with a plan and someone else working beside her. Since she’d joined the clans she hadn’t done much in terms of group work or operations. Sure, patrols were one thing but taking out a family of foxes? That was surely another. 

    The ShadowClan leader leaped into action and the ex-rogue wasn’t too far behind, a toothy grin on her face as the foxes emerged to find out what the commotion was. The dilute calico couldn’t be sure which one she’d come face to face with in the woods with Rainysky, but she knew he had to be here somewhere. The fox ducked on account of Hornetstar’s attack, hissing and growling at them. The red tufted fox took a step forward, trying to scare off the cats. Kass’s eyes fled to the nearly grown foxes who didn’t seem nearly as sure about this as their parents. They wouldn’t be going anywhere if the pups didn’t go first. An idea popped into her head.

    “Lead the kits away!” Kass shouted to the other groups, attempting to scoop sand at the fox and make its body rear back on instinct. Kass glanced at Hornetstar, “We need to make a break! Hornet-“ she started in a loud voice, “I’m about to do something incredibly stupid, when I rear back to you I need you cut across and get a headstart. Head towards the river,” she instructed quickly before lunging at the adult fox who seemed more than angry already. Kass tossed a branch at the beast who yowled and started to raise a paw at the ThunderClan deputy. In a flash the deputy reared back and cut left, only hoping her companion had followed her instructions as she now lead a chase into the forest with the enraged fox. With an adrenaline filled yell the she-cat ran as fast as her legs could take her. She wove in and out of tree-lines, but the fox had longer legs and no doubt was afraid and angry. Oak trees started to sprout the further they got from the ShadowClan line, long roots springing out of the ground. “We should try to trip it up,” Kass decided, knocking into the side of Hornetstar so they could listen to each other’s ideas. “But we would need to slow down, on your count okay? Unless you have another idea.”


    Skunkbreeze could feel the ends of his lips curl as Kass spoke to his apprentice, Kass might be deputy of Thunderclan but Lionpaw was his apprentice, she didn’t have to listen to Kass speak to her like that. As if it was moving on its own suddenly his large frame was in front of Lionpaw, guiding her off to the side away from the bossy molly, his eyes narrowed as he tossed a glance back at her, he wouldnt open his trap and cause issues, he’d leave that to Hornetstar. “Listen Lionpaw dont listen to what that one has to say. But it wouldnt hurt to stay here with the others. Push comes to shove though protect yourself. Run back to camp or to me if anything happens.” His voice hushed as he spoke with her. Giving his apprentice a firm nod before leaving her to the other apprentices, making his way back to Roachwing, his body pressing up against his left side. 


    Skunkbreeze scoffed at Roachwing, catching the subtle was his attitude changed once he got a clear look at the thunderclanner. His head forcibly knocking into his shoulder, “Not the time idiot.” hissing into his ear. Eyes flickering towards Snarlingbadger, studying the tom cat, Those are some wicked scars, pressing forward Skunkbreeze huffed towards him, “Just stay out of our way. We got this.” Skunkbreeze was a fairly easy going tom cat, but Roachwing was his..or well his best friend, he didnt like the idea of them getting any closer. The two Shadowclanners were a duo, they always worked together and they didnt need another ruining their rhythm.  His ears perked as his group continued on, waiting for their ideas to dealing with the kits. 



    Frowning at Skunkbreeze as he roughly knocks his head against the top of his shoulder, glancing over at his friend seeing the displeased look on his face, their faces inches apart. Ears twitching at the silent hiss of Skunk’s words ringing in his ear, feigning innocence as he bashfully grins, “What? I can’t look?” he mutters back with mischief glowing in his darken golden eyes. Turning away from his friend as he could sense his foul mood, knowing it would be for the best to not discuss this any further. They had important mission to begin, distracting a young fox away from it’s den in-order for the apprentice to complete their side of the mission, destroying their make-shift nest. This would be no easy task, as he knew well enough that foxes are hell of a lot smarter than many felines give them credit for. Sensing that Snarlingbadger would not overstep and take control over those not within his clan, letting his gaze once more admire the tall and well muscled tom once more before padding ahead of them both.


    Mentally scoffing at his friend’s behavior when the large teddy bear warns the obvious seasoned warrior to back off, they would need every help they could get. As Roachwing could not ignore his disability and walk blindly into more trouble, pun intended, it would seem that he would need to take charge in order for them all to work peacefully together. Oh the irony, the troublemaker of Shadowclan taking control and being serious for once. ‘Should have stayed at home’ he mentally complains before looking over his slim shoulder to regard the two large toms behind him. “Okay first thing first. We need to herd one of the fox younglings away from it’s little pack. The most logical decision would be to lure it to the river, but–“ pausing as he bites the inner part of his cheek, hesitant to continue as he wasn’t even a hundred percent sure if his idea and observation would be correct. “I am betting that many will have the same thoughts to lure the foxes to the river. We don’t want the foxes to be brought together…that would just be stupid” he reasons with a huff.


    “I suggest we lead it further into shadow clan territory into the tunnels. That would give us the upper hand to seclude it and disable it, we will need to weaken it’s senses first as I doubt a little darkness will slow it down any” he concludes with a small nod to his head, liking his half-assed thought out plan now that it was spoken out loud. Gesturing for the two black and white tom’s to follow along as Bluefire and Hornetstar lead them right to the fox den, his paws tingling at the vibrations of movement as at least 5 foxes trickle out of the hollowed earth. Two sets of paw steps heavier than the other three, confirming who were the parents and who were the adolescents. Watching the dilute calico and golden tom work quickly together to gain attention on what he assumed to be the father fox before leading it away to the direction of the river, having his theory confirmed only resolved him more to lure one of the kits to the tunnels.


    Turning his head slightly to the side, letting his golden eye narrow on a slightly bigger kit than the others, with little hesitance he rushes towards the startled rustic orange fox. Kicking a stone in it’s direction, his coordination slightly off as he originally had been aiming for the face but got it in the chest instead. Barring his sharp fangs at the target, his shiny sleek obsidian fur bristling along his shoulders and spine to make him appear more intimidating as a deep growl rumbles within his chest. ‘Good now I have his attention’. “Eh Fox-brain! Are you just going to stand there?” he mocks, receiving a high pitch growling-hiss as a reply, it’s ruddy fur hackling in anger. Roach shifts his head slightly, letting his eye lock with Skunk’s pale yellow gaze and gives him a small smile before turning serious, though his full attention never wavers from the seething fox.


    “Actually…Broody I think we can use your intimidation to our favor. You will take the rear, make sure the fox does not break away and goes where we need it to go. With your stature I’m sure it will be scared shitless and will want to run away from you. Skunky and I will flank it on either side to lure it closer to the tunnels” he rambles, knowing he did not have much time to further discuss their plan. Nodding to them both before slipping to the left of the fox, nipping sharply at its heels to get it moving.

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