(cats met: ermineheart, maplestrike)

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He raised onto his hind legs, placing his paws on the railing. He pushed himself up onto it, teetering on it before finding his main point of balance, his claws curling into the manufactured wood. This is ShadowClan territory now. We've gained back what's rightfully ours. And if SkyClan dares to try and take this back, I'll be fighting at my Clanmates side this time. He felt a new wave of strength go through him, imagining the training he went through in WindClan, how he was told ShadowClan had evil pure in their hearts. He gritted his teeth. If only they could see me now. --- Flickerheart listened silently to his deputy, staring at the pile of dry growth. This is it. If this fails... Highrisers will be doomed. He put his intense trust in his deputy and the leaders, his burning orange gaze casting around the Clans gathered. And to all of you... I put faith in every single cat. StarClan, please let this work. For the sake of all Clans.

Flickerheart felt an uprising within him. He raised his head to the sky, chanting toward the night sky as the flames licked at the obsidian blanket. He watched as the shadows of the haunting spirits flickered through the peak and into the flame. Horror went through him momentarily at the screaming and shrieking, but suddenly, everything was gone. The fire, the spirits, the chanting. Everything...

“Destined for greatness, forever known for taking back the twoleg tree!” She triumphantly bellowed, shaking a paw in the air for dramatic affect. “The clans will never forget their names!” ashenbrook + flicker

Flickerheart was swarmed by the two WindClan cats. He gritted his teeth with rage as he was flung onto his spine. Flickerheart let out another ear-splitting cry. Do it for Nightmoth. He tore away from Tinylark, causing his shoulder to tear- Flickerheart shrieked with pain as blood began to pour. He flung out a paw wildly, his claws striking against her forehead- not a deep wound but enough to sting like hell. He closed his eyes and bellowed, pain flowing through him, but overtaken by rage. Flickerheart turned his attention to Stagstar, now that Tinylark was shoved off. He launched himself out at the leader, his paws slamming down his puny shoulders. He clenched his teeth around his foreleg, biting down hard. Blood pooled in his mouth. @boot // stagstar // beetlepaw @Kasey [Tiny;Trout;Cloud]

Flickerheart felt pain strike through his chest and a stinging in his neck. He gritted his teeth and screamed through his foreleg. "You'll regret the birth of your ancestors! This is for Nightmoth!" He released his foreleg and instead lifted his head up, blood dripping down his muzzle. He raised a paw, ready to deliver a harsh blow, but was interrupted yet again by Tinylark. He shrieked with anger, being flung to the earth by her force. He opened his jaws and snarled, spit and blood flying from his jaws. He kicked out at her face with her teeth around her ankle, which went out at her jaw. Satisfation rippled through him as her grip was released. He rolled himself to his paws, his breathing heavy but fight still left in him. @Kasey [Tiny;Trout;Cloud] @boot // stagstar // beetlepaw Flickerheart released an 'oof' as another cat came rolling into him. He hit the earth on his side, winded momentarily. He breathed out, his chest tightening, and was still for a split second, but interrupted by her claws meeting his shoulder. "Fucker!" He gritted through his teeth, pain piercing through him. He rolled onto his spine and kicked out wildly at the cat, hitting her with furious, flailing, wide paws. He rolled into her, sending her down with him. He sunk his teeth wherever he could, which ended up a bite on her flank. He bit down with the might he could wrangle together. @Zoie 🐀(Tiger/Robin/Smoke)

Flickerheart screamed with agony as teeth went into another open wound. "G-gaah!" He choked out, feeling blood rush in his ears. Keep. Fighting. His breath coming slower now, he raised his head and swung it wildly, having it end up ramming against the both of their foreheads, having no other way to counterattack. He wheezed, seeing the face of Stagstar through blurred vision taking over him again. But he was WindClan. He spluttered with rage. "What the FUCK do you want, scum?!"

Flickerheart screamed with pain as he felt Robintalon's claws and blows sent at him ruthlessly. A downpour of blood cascaded through his gaze, and he shook his head irritably, his headache pounding. As Stagstar released him, he pushed himself to his paws. He raised his head slowly to meet Stagstar's gaze. His eyes were still burning as blood dripped down his face. "You... piece.. of utter.. shit. Burn! Burn in the fires I'll cast upon your cursed camp!" He screamed- losing all sorts of control in this situation. He was deadly close to fainting- from all his anger and bloodloss. @boot // stagstar // beetlepaw

Flickerheart's sides heaved, feeling slight blackness at the edge of his vision. He seperated his paws to stabalize himself, his head ducking. For a moment, he stood there, before he raised his head to stare at the WindClan leader again. Blood from cuts above his eye now dripped into his mouth, he spluttered. "I'm not leaving, Stagstar. However badly you want me and Nig-Nightmoth to *f-fucki-ng go..." He swallowed, hard. His blood tasted foul on his tongue. "I'll never leave. Until I'm killed in battle, fighting for MY family, home, my CLAN- I'll never leave." He took a moment to breathe, his sides aching. "And you know what? I know you weren't completely at fault for my exile. But until I get my last word to y-your f-fucking rat-ridden Clan..." He coughed, trembling with the effort. "I hope the memory of me burns a scar in you, Stagstar." @boot // stagstar // beetlepaw

Stagstar was a bit hesitant firstly, remembering the small kit he used to see when he was younger, he oddly liked him back then, when he wasn't named flicker. But he disregarded that, this wasn't the same kit. This was a monster born from, as he believes. "So b-be it." He stuttered, his neck wound becoming more and more of a problem as the battle progressed, "If you want to die... I'll deliver." He struck into Flickerheart, instantly pushing him into the ground with small forepaws. @sparkle (flicker/poppy/willow)

Flickerheart almost chuckled at his words, and fell back hard as he was pushed to the ground. His blood stained the earth as he collapsed, he widened his eyes, his blood burning them, but nonetheless, kept his gaze with the leader. He spread his jaws wide and flung his head forward, his blow meaning to land at his neck but instead closing around his shoulder. He wheezed and clenched his jaws together, tasting blood rush into his mouth. Another wave of adrenaline- his last scraps of energy building up in him to aid him in this last fight against his last enemy. He swung his paws up and whacked one against his head, growling monsterously as he kept his jaws on his shoulder, rolling his head back and forth to create a bigger wound. @boot // stagstar // beetlepaw

Stagstar let out an extremely loud and deafening yowl as he tore himself away, the pain in his neck now unbearable as he staggered back, just as tired as Flickerheart now, his breath thinning and his gaze blurring, this might've been it for him, so he figured he'd go out with a bang. He launched himself at the warrior as hard as he could, which wasn't a lot for a dying leader, he suddenly froze, hearing the other voice, and a foreign smell, and let Flicker alone. @sparkle (flicker/poppy/willow)

Flickerheart stared straight ahead, prepared for death to hit him as Stagstar flung himself forward. So fucking be it. He kept his eyes wide open, ready for the killing blow, but was stopped sharply by the loud cry in the camp. Flickerheart turned his gaze toward where the voice sounded- but everything in his ears was overwhelmed by pounding, rushing of blood. He stumbled forward, his paw almost slipping in a pool of his own blood.

Vipertongue hissed at the stinging pain of his injuries began to hit him, immediately hobbling over to the nearly passed out Flickerheart as he leaned himself against his body. To make sure he still had some consciousness, he lifted his muzzle with his snout, wincing.

"Flickerheart..." he pinned his ears, turning his head to the voice of Ryewhisker as he protectively stood by his fellow warrior. @sparkle (flicker/poppy/willow)

Flickerheart turned his eyes on the sudden cat appearing on the Highrock. Shock rippled through him- though he couldn't move. He breathed with astonishment. They're here. That was all just a...

Flickerheart spoke with astonishment, his voice trembling. "We were wrong all along. They're here..." He closed his eyes, as if trying to fix his vision. But it wasn't just a dream. Flickerheart almost laughed, his lip quirking with a smirk at their Clan's stupidity. They were watching all along. Flickerheart turned his dull flame-like gaze on the apprentice approaching. He didn't respond- interrupted by the StarClan cats. He listened, his jaw dropping with awe.

Flickerheart was beginning to slump more against Vipertongue- feeling himself slip. I can't. Stay awake. He kept his eyes open as wide as he could, blood beginning to crust around his eyes. The pain had just formed into nonstop burning across his whole.

Flickerheart was slumped on Vipertongue's shoulders as the ShadowClan patrol moved slowly into camp. He couldn't see much through his eyes- his peripheral vision was pretty much done for. His blood had stopped slightly- since all of it was forming into a matted clump on his wounds. He blinked slowly, flashing in and out of conciousness, barely recognizing he was home.

Flickerheart blinked, startled and overwhelmed by the cat's words. Until it all came rushing back as his pounding headache worsened. The fight, the yowling, RiverClan, Nightmoth, their talk, the blood rushing between his teeth and claws, the blood rushing from him, the confrontations... Stagstar... He reeled, his vision suddenly blurring again a s he tried to wrap his head around all the chaos. It took him a moment to respond. "I... I think I did."

Flickerheart's glowing orange eyes remained fixed on the fire, which seemed to reflect and uphold the fire-like markings upon his black fur. He was enveloped in the flames- watching as the sparks flew up to the sky. He didn't speak a word- too fixed on the element he had been named of.

I want to be scared of it. I should be scared of it. His ancestry of WindClan had assured him to be afraid, and to avoid at all costs, flame of any sorts. But he seemed... attracted to it. He watched silently, his breath catching in his throat.

Flickerheart flung the flowers he held into the eruption of flames, watching as they grew higher and higher. He opened his jaws and released a yowl, joining in his Clanmate's cries, the enchantment of the ceremony enrapturing him.

...I hope the memory of me burns a scar in you, Stagstar."

Flickerheart to Stagstar about gaining revenge for his exile, revealed in Chapter 1

Flickerheart is a tall, broad-shouldered, mainly black tom with orange tortoiseshell markings over his front and burning, orange eyes. He's quick to jump to hostility, but he's loyal and hard-working to his Clan. He currently resides in ShadowClan.


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Description: Flickerheart is a short-haired tom, though his fur often prickles on the back of his neck and by his tail. He has a black coat as a base, which defines his long legs and broad shoulders. He has dapples of ginger markings across his chest and the lower portion of his face, and speckles of ginger can be found on his tail and his legs as well. His eyes are a burning orange, which corresponds with his tortoiseshell ginger fur quite nicely.


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Voice: Flickerheart has a low, rumbling voice. He mostly speaks in a mature manner, and takes his time to speak, so his words can be thoroughly understood. At times, it can be raised to address a crowd or when he's maddened. Flickerheart mostly keeps his cool, though, keeping his emotions inside or shown in his burning gaze.

Scent: Flickerheart smells faintly of cedar sap from his treks through the ShadowClan woods, due to his seeming restlessness.

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  •  +  Hard-working- Flickerheart has a relentless attitude and is extremely hard-working when it comes to anything to serve the Clan that saved him. He often stays late at night, patrolling or hunting, watching and waiting for anything on his territory that could put ShadowClan at risk.
  •  +  Loyal - Flickerheart is solely loyal to his Clan and his leader only. He vows to serve Coalstar for as long as he lives and holds great respect for his Clan for welcoming him into the Clan.
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  •  ±  Determined - Flickerheart is
  •    Argumentative - Flickerheart is an extremely stubborn tom, and he won't give up without getting his point across or saving the last say in an argument. He'll often argue with cats of conflicting views, and gets stuck in fights with cats from other Clans across the border.
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Clan: WindClan
Cats Involved: Craneflight, Sparky, Fallowfern, Nightkit
Age Range: 0-7 moons

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Clan: WindClan
Cats Involved: N/A
Age Range: 7-?? moons

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Clan: ShadowClan
Cats Involved: Coalstar, Nightmoth
Age Range: ??-?? moons

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= Acquaintance | ⦁⦁Friend | ⦁⦁⦁ = Best friend

= Blood relative | ⦁⦁ = Like family | ⦁⦁ = Inseparable

= Respects as equal | ⦁⦁ = Looks up to | ⦁⦁⦁ = Idolizes

= Crush | ⦁⦁ = Fling/Potential mate | ⦁⦁⦁ = Mate

= Uneasy around | ⦁⦁ = Nervous around | ⦁⦁⦁ = Induces anxiety

= Competitor | ⦁⦁ = Rival | ⦁⦁⦁ = Archnemesis

= Annoyed by | ⦁⦁ = Dislikes | ⦁⦁⦁ = Hates

"Hrm... "
Flickerheart narrows his eyes slightly. You can see distrust in his eyes- and he stiffens.
Littlelight/Deputy/.../Dot Rating(s)
"All I know is that she's the ThunderClan"
Flickerheart tilts his head, and his eyes wander as he seems to be thinking.

Stagstar/WindClan Leader/.../Dot Rating(s)
"Stagstar...he's anxious about something. As long as he isn't as bad as past WindClan leaders- he's fine."
Flickerheart frowns slightly as if he's thinking, and his tail tip flicks slightly.
Gorgeleap/WindClan Deputy/.../Dot Rating(s)
"She's alright."
Flickerheart blinks, imagining the WindClan deputy. He says nothing else.

Coalstar/ShadowClan Leader/Friend/Dot Rating(s)
"She brought me into ShadowClan when we had no other place to go. She taught me what it's like to be loved. She protected Nightmoth..."
Flickerheart seems to lighten up into a slight smile, his eyes growing cloudy as he thinks of her.
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Ashenbrook/ShadowClan Warrior/Close Friend/ ⦁⦁
"She's a character, that's for sure. We’ve talked quite a bit and I’ve got to know her pretty well..."
Flickerheart smiles gently, nodding. His gaze eventually travels around, avoiding eye contact, seeming... flustered.

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  • Flickerheart is infertile- given that he is a tortoiseshell tom.
  • Flickerheart is a former WindClan cat.
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"Yes. I promise." He pressed himself closer to Nightmoth, embracing him like he used to when they were both jabbed at by the WindClan cats- and the night they were exiled- when they had to find a cold, damp place for shelter and neither could fall asleep. He closed his eyes gently, lapping him on his forehead to soothe him. He thought distantly of the battle before him- and more specifically- meeting WindClan once more. He pressed his eyes shut, feeling claws close around his stomach with anticipation. StarClan, let me serve my Clan tonight as a true warrior.

Flickerheart to Nightmoth, preparing for an upcoming battle

And if I die fighting trespassers or anyone who could threaten our Clan, then that's how I want to go.

Flickerheart to Ashenbrook, speaking of his loyalty and seeming recklessness in fighting

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