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    — Bloodclan had taken the lives of two of their clanmates. A warrior and her apprentice, brutally murdered at the border, gutted like fish and left to bleed out with no dignity for their lives that were soon to be taken to Starclan much too early. Asphodelpaw had been traumatized, pushing her away and running away from the murder scene, clearly not wanting to be anywhere near the deceased bodies of his clanmates.


    Lambstar had left as soon as she stumbled upon the bodies, hardened anger in her soft hazel eyes. She trudged through treed forest and through layers of lead-riddled lands, wincing as her paws met the hard concrete that served as the forest floor for Bloodclan. The curly-furred molly stood at the border, memories rising from the depths of her mind; the tom named Wolfgang and how he had captured her, how Jailbird had simply stood by and egged him on to sink his claws into alabaster pincurls. She had no pity for Bloodclan, no sympathy or empathy for what their members might go through. She wanted to know why they had murdered her clanmates, why they had decided to mess with Thunderclan when they had done nothing to provoke any sort of attack on their warriors and apprentices.


    "Bloodclan!" The pregnant leader barked out, tail lashing back and forth as she impatiently waited for one of their rat-scented members to approach. She didn't care if she left here with Bloodclan teeth sunken into her skin, she wanted answers.

       

    "Well, Well, Well," A large black tom stepped forward, a malicious glow in his dark green eyes, "If it isn't my daughters' little kit leader." His lip curled in a growl as he stepped up dangerously close and circled her slowly, "And what would this little kitten be doing on our border, all alone?" Dolorem let a deep and strangly soothing purr rose from his throat as he moved to lean onto her face, "Finally got tired of that boring old forest and decide to join a much more fun crowd?"

    ERIS;;


    -----> A hulking giantess of a molly was second to approach. Despite her massive girth and imposing aura, though, this goddess of chaos bore a smile on her puzzle-piece dilte face. Her eyes glowed with warmth as she came to stand beside Dolorem. "We are very fun, yes indeedy!" Eris would purr warmly, the sound resonating more like a drumroll thanks to her barrel of a chest.



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    crackling of hardened callus skin sounded off the arrival of the sacrilegious tyrant. Yellow-tinted claws tapping in unison of his saunter as he crawled from the shadows of the alley. His maimed-head hanging low, like the stature of a stalking dog as he made his way, guided by the scent and voice of a new arrival. Dried blood stained his chest and around his muzzle, the sun catching every missing patch of fur, every cicatrix that lined his lithe form. His scapula swiveling beneath his coat, his muscles dancing in rhythm to his demand.


    A soft white shape, curls on every corner of her limbs. Hazel daggers, sharp and searching. Circling her were members of his crew, doing their job and doing it well. The factor of intimidation as solid as it should be, though a tough brand of hostility coated the very presence of the stranger. The scent of oak met his city-trained nostrils causing him to hum. Thunderclan. Waspwing had smelt like this young molly before. Memories cast over his mind as he neared the three, those of his black tabby mate. It was a pleasant detour of thought from losing Canary, a factor that still stood claws-deep in his soul.


    The mostly-white tyrant’s face remained neutral, his brows furrowed together giving him his signature disgruntled look. “greetings.” a deep English-laced tone erupted within the chaos, venom dripping from the simple solitary word. “Judging by the cute little curls and audacity to prance up to my borders alone, I must assume you to be none other than the notorious leader -child….lambstar” his voice never falling from casual and perhaps even ‘soft’. Lifting his tail and lowering it quickly, he curled the end, signalling to Dolorem and Eris to ‘stand-down’ but ‘ready your claws’. In the event that this be an ambush, he demanded vigilance. “for what of your unexpected arrival, do I owe the pleasure?” to signify his comfort, he lowered his rump to the ground, within his seated position, he cocked his head to the side inquisitively.

    CAL'S BRIEF TAGS

    — The first rat to appear was a figure that Lambstar knew well, the abyss-colored tom approaching, pointed voice of poison rolling over her as Dolorem drew near. Lambstar’s ears flattened against her head as the Bloodclanner leaned into her, dark brushing against light as the leader forced herself to sit, muscles complaining as they tensely bunched up underneath her rump. Eris came next, all muscle and fur as she came up beside her clanmate.


    “You would have to drag me kicking and screaming into the city to join Bloodclan. I’m not here to join, I’m-“ Her dagger-laced voice fell off as the alabaster leader made himself known. Scarred face showed nothing but nonchalantness and not an ounce of fear, lips curled into a smug smirk as he took a seat in front of the Thunderclan leader and his two goons. Caledon didn’t know what Sheogorath did? The cool and collected tom made her rise to her feet, anger clear on her soft features as she struggled to find the right words to say.


    “One of your clanmates murdered two of our cats. Bloodclan has been lingering around Thunderclan like a bunch of hungry, rabid dogs. Coming on our territory, harassing our members, and now this. Thunderclan hasn’t even spoken or done anything to Bloodclan in moons: why do you choose now to mess with us? I want to know who did this and I want to know that Bloodclan will never step paw on forest grounds again.“ Lambstar was unusually demanding, now on her paws, but not taking any advances towards the leader across the way. She knew how dangerous he was behind the courteous front he put up, he knew how volatile he and his offspring were. She knew exactly how ruthless Bloodclanners would be and she was damned if she didn’t at least try to protect her clanmates from these brutes.


    She might be 14 moons old and not in the least bit intimidating, but her clanmates rose above everything else, including herself. Lambstar needed to protect them...

       



    At the sound of his leaders pawsteps, Dolorem stepped back from the tiny leader. He sat back on his haunches beside Eris, curling his tail around her in an almost possesive manner. Her dark green eyes scanned the tree line behind Lambstar and a gleeful glow rose in his gaze. So the small leader wasn't alone, whether she was aware of that or not. A small silver tabby body was back further in one of the trees while watching the whole scene play out. So, you did show up huh you little rat...


    Dolorem very lightly tapped Eris' side, motioning with his ears where the little mouse-brain was hiding.

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    ———— SHEOGORATH ————

    WHEN THE DEVIL IS TOO BUSY THEY CALL ON ME BY NAME YOU SEE.


    "Awwww. How tragic." A voice rumbled forth, edged with amusement, a low chuckle accompanying cold words. A shadow emerged, a figure of muscle wrapped strength, a monstrosity. "The little ThunderClan leader has a big boo-boo on her paws." The scent of herbs wafted from his coat, seeing as how he had spent most of the day in the greenhouse. "I hope the two victims of BloodClan's assault suffered immensely before they died. I hope they had fear in their gleaming little eyes. Oh wait....heh. One of them appears to be missing her eyes! Pretty little blue things." A wicked, sinister grin of cruelty and malice washed across scarred, ruined facial features, broad and toothy, fangs glinting dangerously in the sunlight. The tabby tom moved closer, until the Healer stood tall next to Caledon, reinforced weaponry coiling into the grit.


    "Such a terrible shame. Two innocent lives, brutally ripped away. What kind of terrible beast could do such a thing? Me, maybe? I dunno...sometimes I have a habit of doing that. Oops! StarClan punish me, strike me down right here and now! Oh wait, they can't. Because they're weak. And so are you." His voice shifted as he addressed the ThunderClanner, darkened, became a guttural growl as Sheogorath crouched low to the earth, talons flexing, tail lashing. Then he saw it, peering at her belly, a peculiar sight. "PREGNANT? HAH! She's pregnant! How old are you? How rich! But lucky. Very lucky. I guess I won't be shredding you today after all." The former leader had few morals, but one in particular kept pregnant cats out of harm. Lambstar was safe from him, it seemed. "That doesn't mean we can't...take her hostage. She can't escape all of us." He was speaking to Caledon now, straightening his composure. "Tell ThunderClan to attack RiverClan or we kill their leader! They don't know about our new creed. It's a grand idea!" Was he petty towards his former clan? Indeed he was. But there was more to this than that. There was the desire for something sickly. Entertainment.


    ERIS;;


    -----> The giantess looked between Caldeon and her father. Poor girl was struck dumb with confusion. Wait a sec - so she wasn't joining? Looking back at Lambstar, she blinked when the molly spoke about being pregnant. Oh! "Congratulations! I do hope half of them die," she'd purr, sincere in her well wishes. If half die, then the other half will grow up strong and happy, and so will Lamb! Tragedy bred good fortune!

    Eris would snap her ears up upon the light touch of Dolorem. She looked from him, to where he was nodding. Squinting her jasper and emerald hues, she'd search the dark recesses of the undergrowth. There, she spotted a flicker of pale fur. Ears twitching, she licked her lips. Glancing towards her father, she debated telling him. But before she could, he mentioned an attack.

    A shiver of thrill ran down the goddess' spine. War! War was the epitome of chaos and tragedy! A place were cats died and others surpassed! There was no better place to find good karma being spent and received than in the middle of a battle! She licked her lips hungrily, looking expectantly at the curly furred beauty before her. Oh surely she'd agree! Please of please! Had she any idea of the fortune she'd receive for such a choice - surely she'd have done so long ago!



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    — Lambstar was about to snap at Dolorem before her brown gaze caught something much more intimidating. From the shadows slunk Sheogorath, his paws thumping across the concrete and long claws scraping, maw twisted in a shimmering smirk as he came to inspect the curly-furred Thunderclanner. His voice was like claws on a chalkboard, making the smaller female wince and back up a bit, ears pinned further flat against her head as he approached, speaking of war and taking her hostage. This wasn't why she came, this wasn't why she had crossed across the border from heaven into hell.


    "You're an idiot to think I'd let you take me so willingly. I came here for answers, not to play along with whatever sick game you're planning. Get to the point, Sheogorath." The molly hissed in frustration, though her voice failed to suppress the hint of fear laced in between poisonous words. Her tail brushed around her stomach to conceal whatever Sheo had seen, fur bristling uncomfortably as she suddenly realized how dumb she was to think that Bloodclan was to be reasoned with. They bowed to no man, they only listened to Caledon because he was one of the most brutal in their ranks. This was no clan, it was a group of rogues that bore the 'Clan' title to mock those who actually were bound by Starclan and devoted to each other.


    "You're deluded, Sheogorath, deluded. I don't know why I came to reason with you, it's obvious that Bloodclan only causes trouble to please themselves." The curly molly snapped, tail thrashing as she turned her back to the Bloodclanners. A bad move on her part, if any of the cats wanted to attack her and drag her back to the camp, it was certainly an option showing itself.


    //yall can capture her if youd like ; D

       






    tom— former TC — app.

    a mostly dark gray body slithered in next to the leader, obediant to him now after a beating causing him to grow scars on his muzzle and back. His notorious ginger tabby tail flowing behind him like a flame. Yellow eyes blistering past the BloodClanners. He was only 4 moons younger than the leader which pissed him off. Stepping forward, he meowed. "She is just a baby whining to her lesbian girlfriend. She wallows in self pitty!" he spat now looking at her. Tail lashing. "Some time in BloodClan does ThunderClanners well."


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    ERIS;;


    -----> Eris would take no further prompting. Rushing forward, the Goliath of of a molly would rush past Lambstar, whirling around to block her path home. Her eyes glowed with excitement as the tension grew. This was going to be so much fun! “Your going to love it here in BloodClan” she purred, towering cheerily over the curly molly, “I’ll even volunteer to keep watch over you! We can have some girl time” she giggled.



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    "You can't have all the fun, Eris. Leave some for me too." The massive predatory feline would rumble lowly as she took a spot besides her sister. She was rather late to arrive but there was no use in trying to slink into the scene, such a herculean frame was nearly impossible to hide from attention. So this was Thunderclan's leader? Mary would not attempt to hide her amusement, a provoking snicker escaping her ebony lined lips. Pristine white fur twitched with the urge to sink her elongated claws into the flesh of such an important figure, perhaps she'd just have to give in with dragging her into the depths of Bloodclan, pregnant or not.

    Shadows of another damned within his clan past over his paws, not even glancing toward the approaching feline, the scent of herbs and death clung to his pelt per usual. Sheogorath, perhaps the most iniquitous cat to ever heal wounds. Laughable was he in the position he was, though his strength and loyalty made Caledon salivate. ‘I will not lose him to the damn forest clanners again’ he thought silently as the brute spoke his evils toward the young lady, ‘even If it comes to forcing him to remain in my ranks’ he concluded, imagining how he would go about that? Threaten to kill on of his daughters? who knew. Cal had a bad habit of doing what he wanted for his own benefit.


    Lambstar had shoved an accusation toward Bloodclan that had been immediately confirmed. Of course we did it, we are who we are. ‘never step paw on forest grounds’ a deep dark laugh emitted from his chest. His Cerulean eyes narrowing into slits as Sheogorath proposed a most deliciously evil yet brilliant idea. ‘pregnant’ the words stood out and the maimed-face tyrant let his gaze fall to her swollen belly underneath her curls. Quite the game changer.


    Eris piped up, much like her father she was, it was strange to see an apple not fall far from the tree. Why had my children been so different? Dualeyes seemed to be the only one anything like him. Though there was no time to wander within his thoughts, Eris was already in action. The giant force of wicked had charged over to the only exit, ‘brilliant girl, fast thinking’ he noted with a flick of his ear. “you’re right. It’s a grand idea” he spoke again, tone just as raspy and calm as usual. “listen darling, you seem to think Bloodclan commits these heinous acts for no reason, for mere amusement? you’re wrong, child. you want answers? I’ll give you some” he padded forward, aiming to put his scarred muzzle in her face. exposed fangs glistening under the sunlight. “I want every cat within walking distance to bow to my will. I want them to see that I am the savior they’ve been looking for. I wish for you all to stop your little forest-cat games” he almost whispered, potent venom spewing forth with the harsh truth of his words. He lived for the very day. “If that means I have to kill every cat to make it that way, so be it, I'm good at that” he finished with a devilish smile, flicking a tattered ear before clearing his throat.


    “seize her. Mind her belly” he ordered, raising his hindquarters from the ground, he circled around toward the Bloodhouse. “she can stay in my room” he added, the room was inescapable and had a soft nest. Caledon hardly slept nowadays, perhaps he would keep guard himself.

    CAL'S BRIEF TAGS

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    ———— SHEOGORATH ————

    WHEN THE DEVIL IS TOO BUSY THEY CALL ON ME BY NAME YOU SEE.


    Cold laughter bubbled up within his throat as Lambstar responded. Then he took note of Firepaw's appearance, let his words flow through his mind, before blistering eyes caught sight of his daughters blocking the ThunderClan leader's exit. Caledon's agreement to his idea filled his chest with swelling, flooding pride, and suddenly, as the command was processed, he sprung, aiming to clamp his jaws shut around Lambstar's scruff. It wouldn't hurt her, but it would certainly lift her from the ground once he jerked his head up. If he managed it, he'd heft her into the air and attempt to drag her toward the Blood House, speaking, perhaps behind fur, a threat, "Try to run and I'll head right back to ThunderClan and kill more of yer kind." Sheogorath growled, his voice guttural and dark, serious and threatening.







    tom— former TC — app.

    there was a slight twing in his chest as he watched his former leader get attacked but, she betrayed his trust by letting his bully become something he wanted. A savior. Ha that was funny... Asphodelpaw a savior? He chuckled at the thought of Asphodelpaw saving the life of Snowbreeze like he had done. HE did it. HE saved lives. Asphodelpaw crushes them. Well, not anymore. "Lambstar you made a grave mistake. More than once!"


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    — A large behemoth of a molly cut off the leader’s return, Lambstar backing up as yet another came to stand before her. Panic started to rise in her stomach as their giggles made her confidence turn to mush, the pregnant leader turning to lay eyes on Firepaw. He was here and he was antagonizing her; Lambstar thought Sheo had been bluffing when he came to a Thunderclan to bear news that Fire had come to them. It was obvious to the alabaster molly that the mad tom had been telling the truth as her hazel eyes narrowed at the ex-Thunderclanner’s words. She didn’t justify them with a response, turning yet again to leave before Caledon’s voice turned her entire body to ice.


    “Seize her.” Why did she come to Bloodclan alone? She thought she could’ve gotten them or behave civily for once, but she realized far too late that Bloodclan was doomed to being a group of mindless rogues forever. Teeth sunk into her scruff as she yelled out in pain, clawed paws flailing to try and catch something in her grip. Lambstar was no fighter, she had only been a weak medicine cat when she had been appointed leader, there had been no time to train her in the art of self-defense. “Let me go!” A weak attempt to try and get them to listen, but Lambstar knew there was no reasoning to be done with the likes of these rats. Her tear-filled gaze burned into Firepaw, scruff caught in between large teeth as her last words left her maw.


    “Burn in hell, Firepaw.”


    //ic opinions ;))