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Post by it's FiSHY, scaredy-cat. on Jul 29, 2010 13:14:25 GMT -5
Dreamcloud could only watch in horror to see Marshflight beaten down like he did. To her relief, noble Sharpstar came to his aid. The ThunderClan deputy was pounded to the ground. He was almost camoflauged against the muddy floor with his pure brown pelt, colored even more like the terrain with dirt and shred grass clinging to him like honey. She can protect the medicine cat for now. "You can count on me to keep an eye out," Dreamcloud told Skyfire, "Just focus on recovering those fallen cats. I may be half-blind, but I'm still a warrior, and don't you forget it!" Her claws unsheathed, ready to slice a tail off if any enemy cat steps near.
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He had been caught off guard. And I am to blame, he told himself, That ShadowClan she-cat did the trick in catching my attention. She was murmuring to Skyfire now, but he can't pay attention any longer.
Sharpstar bowled into him. His powerful, black body could've cracked a rib as the ShadowClan leader knocked into Stumbleknot in revenge. He was bigger than him, even if by a little bit. Weight of the black tom crashed down on the deputy's exhausted body. The brown tom hit the ground hard with a loud thump. The landing rattled his bowns and Stumbleknot could feel himself quivering even as the vibrations numbed with Sharpstar still pressing down on him as he said: "Is this how you cats fight? Two against one, how fair!"
All the deputy managed to say was a choking, painful cough just barely making out words, "If only you'd come sooner." Fury burned inside him as he lurched for a direct hit on the leader's, for he was sitting right on him. Claws lashed viciously at the enemy, going not only for the soft underbelly, but also toward the face. Hind legs positioned themselves so he could easily thrust himself back up once he dealt the damage he wanted to do.
All-out war was on. Victory seemed to be at Thunder and RiverClan's side just for a moment as Stumbleknot recalled this was only the first wave. A crowd of apprentices and other strong warriors were waiting to unleash what they have been trained for.
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Off to the side, Larksong was battling fiercely with the ShadowClan leader's daughter. Surely her size should be something to be taken advantage of, but that would be a mistake. She was quick and nimble, whirling herself just in time and half launching at the RiverClan she-cat in a hiss.
"Leave now!" was her warning, "You make alliances with filth like Duskstar, you have no right to be here!"
Larksong didn't know what else to do but to snarl, "Play around with me, and you'll be sorry! You're no match for a senior RiverClan warrior!"
Nightpaw wasted no time in attempt to pin Larksong down, but the tortoiseshell was much too big. Without any effort, she made a throwing action to whirl Nightpaw off and spun arund rapdly to shake off the little black apprentice in case if she still held on. Still, there was no doubt the daughter of the ShadowClan leader had skills, and she managed to get a blow on her ear.
"Don't you dare!" Larksong screeched, furious at damage taken to her already going-deaf ears. A sharp tang pierced through and she felt the blood trickle down to the edge of her eye. Her tongue lapped out quickly to taste it. Salty. She really did tear it. Angry, her tail lashed and her paws moved without warning. She didn't even have to give her own body a signal. They just swiped in endless directions at the apprentice, standing upright on hind legs, slashing around part blindly part in simple madness with already unsheathed claws.
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Post by wolfkitten on Jul 29, 2010 13:37:17 GMT -5
Nightpaw hissed in anger, ears pinned angrily down against her skull as she watched the older Warrior. She knew she was likely to be more battle hardened than herself, but she had size on her side, not being a whole lot smaller than Larksong. Though Larksong did have her beaten in size anyway. Another hiss rose from her as she listened to Larksong's words and she shook her head. "I wouldn't play around with you if you wouldn't tresspass on my lands and hurt my family!" She shouted at her, yowling in anger before she leapt. Larksong was too large for Nightpaw to pin, not for the lack of trying... But as Larksong spun, Nightpaw clung, claws digging into her fur. But before long she was thrown off by the spinning. She staggered slightly but regained her footing, whirling around, and glaring murder at the older she-cat.
In the fray there, she had managed to pull her claws through Larksong's ear. She felt bad for inflicting damage as of such, but Larksong was a part of the attacking team. She was the enemy. Though regret still clawed at Nightpaw's belly with claws sharper than any enemy cat.
Nightpaw saw the flashing of claws and she was quite too close, but she would still try her best to dodge the murderous claws. Larksong was quick, but thankfully she was already attacking out of fury. Her swipes were rapid but not as well aimed. Sure a few landed, but Nightpaw made sure that they would land where they would do the least damage. As Larksong came down at her, Nightpaw would slash upwards rapidly, claws outstretched, at Larksong's vulnerable belly. Coming from above had it's advantages but it left one too wide open. Ears would lay back and eyes would shut briefly as the barrage of paws and claws came down on her, protecting her eyes and ears was a must, and the large Apprentice would move quickly to get out from under the older she-cat as quickly as possible after her brief attempt at an attack on her belly was given. Oh how Nightpaw hated fighting... But she knew it was sometimes necessary. And this was one of those times.
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Post by xx snakey on Jul 30, 2010 16:52:38 GMT -5
-Ravenscar & Infectedsound- The raven colored tom was awake. He could hear cats moving around the came, the scent of Thunderclan drifting around him. He sat up, earning a hiss from the she-cat gaurding him. Infectedsound glared at him. "What's your problem? Have to make dirt, scum?" She growled in his direction. He shook his head. "It's starting." He meowed back. She frowned at him. "What is?" She asked, confused. Suddenly Thunderclan and Riverclan filled the clearing, yowling battle cries and accusations. Infectedsound jumped to her feet. "What in the name of Starclan!" Ravenscar was already up, his fur flat and calm, his eyes cool and calculating. "I will fight with you." The gray she-cat looked at him and snarled, then caw the look in his eyes and nodded. "Alright."
Ravenscar raged forward, slamming into the side of a large gray tom who had a golden tabby apprentice pinned down. "How dare you!" The smell of herbs greeted Ravenscar as the apprentice slipped away. Infectedsound was right behind him, lashing out toward the silvery tabby next to the tom, earning a howl of pain. The larger gray tom leapt on Ravenscar but he catapulted the foe away with his hind legs, rolling onto his feet. Infectedsound and the other tom became a whirling mass of fur and claws. As the gray tom circled him images flashed through his mind. Twilightkit and Poolkit. Spicestar. Ghostwalker. Snowpelt. His friends and family. Sharpstar. He was family too. He leapt upon the other tom, landing on his shoulders and using the momentum to throw him off balance and sending him sprawling. Ravenscar left the tom to pick himself up, not trying to inflict serious damage.
A flurry of silver and white came at him from the throng of cats, knocking him over. He regained his footing as fast as he could and saw he was facing a large silver and white tabby she-cat. The other 'warrior' snarled at him and leapt.
-Dawnpaw- She latched her claws onto the black toms shoulders and flipped him to the side. "Father will be pleased with this kill." She sneered, her claws aimed for his throat. But he was fast. He rolled to the side and kicked out at her with his back claws. It hit her hard, sending her sprawling. Someone grabbed her scruff and picked her up. "Try again." A familiar voice whispered. She smiled, throwing herself at the black tom again, but he dodged to the side. Windclan scent assulted her knows. "What in the- You're Windclan." She stated plainly, trying to distract the tom as a familar hulking shadow lurked behind him. "Yes. And you don't belong here." He jumped at her, slapping her in the side of the head with his back legs as he spun around and jumped at the cat behind him.
-Duskstar- The Thunderclan leader had been lurking on the edges of the battle, trying to find the perfect candidate to attack. The black Windclan tom seemed like a good advisary after the way he'd tossed Bluestorm around. His companion was in the process of ripping Dewclaw to shreds, making her oblivious to his peril and the she-cat he'd been prisoner with was no where to be seen. The cat faced him, a savage snarl on his lips, his eyes only betraying his surprise. "Duskstar!" He yowled, as to alert Shadowclan of his presence. Then he leapt without fear at the Thunderclan leader, who easily batted him away with one paw. Rage seared through his veins at the sight of his daughter, who was lying unconscious where the tom had left her. "Mouse dung." He'd hoped for her assitance, so he could see how she'd improved. He lunged at the tom, grabbing his scruff and preparing to shake him. But he felt the tom's teeth on the sensitive part of his neck, on his scar, and leapt away, his eyes angry slits. But the tom had disappeared into the mass of cats.
-Indigo- The tom was locked in battle with a silvery white furred Riverclan she-cat. He scrapped at her underbelly with his one good leg. The she-cat was fighting him half-halfheartedly. "Don't pity me!" He snarled, hooking his leg under her belly and tossing her off with surprising strength. He was frantic. He had to get to the nursery and protect the kits. Rolling to his feet he tried to hobble away but the she-cat was quick. She grabbed his hind paw with her fore paw and pulled it out from under him, forcing him to the ground painfully. "Don't think you can get away that easily." She snarled, though it was obvious that she was pained. Indigo had opened up a deep gash in her shoulder and it was staining her pelt red. But it didn't seem to hinder her in the least. He tried to get up but she pinned him down again, grabbing his scruff with her teeth. Just about the time she started to bite down she was lifted off of him by a much larger cat and tossed away. "Shiverpath!" the tom snarled. Indigo could tell he wasn't Shadowclan, but he wasn't an attacker either. "Why are you here? Why did you come?" The tom's words sounded sincere while Indigo struggled to his feet again. His leg ached from the exertion. The white she-cat's ears flicked back. "I'm doing as I was told, Ravenscar. But you're right. I shouldn't be here." She turned and ran back into the group of cats. Ravenscar turned back to Indigo, who snarled. "I'm not a threat to you. Go now, protect the elders and queens." Indigo gasped slightly, then nodded and raced off.
-Shiverpath- Ravenscar was right. What was she doing? Shaking her head she tried to think of what to do. A flash of white and black caught her eyes. Ravenclaw and Snowpelt! She knew that she-cat! Dashing forward she intercepted her attack and tried to knock her off but could feel her claws in her already wounded shoulder. She hissed and glared at Ravenclaw. "Go. I can take this coward." Only because Ravenscar would kill me if he knew I let Snowpelt get hurt! She thought to herself.
-Thornpaw- He was so scared. He huddled in the corner of the camp, fear in his eyes. His shoulders ached from where the gray Riverclanner had landed on him. He was trying to get back to the medicine den. But he was afraid. Finally he worked up the nerve to race across the camp. He dashed into the den, his heart racing. "Skyfire! What do we do!" He yowled, his eyes wide.
(1135!! that's awesome!)
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Post by Silver on Jul 31, 2010 13:30:05 GMT -5
Skyfire was on his feet the instant Thornpaw raced into the den. He relaxed a little as he recognized his apprentice. "Skyfire! What do we do?" he asked frantically. The aging medicine cat leveled his tired gaze on Thornpaw. "Our job is to heal, not hurt. The only thing we can do is protect our patients and pray StarClan will see us through," he sighed. The old tom tried his best to seem calm, but even he couldn't hide the fear scent that rolled off him in waves. This was looking bad. ShadowClan was outnumbered, and tired from the days of constant patrol. In the light of the full moon, his eyes flashed with worry. This fighting was useless.
Ravenclaw glanced at Shiverpath in surprise, narrowly avoiding Snowpelt's flying leap. He easily stepped away from the white she-cat, as truthfully, he did not enjoy fighting an unfair battle. He amber eyes raked the clearing for a different opponent as he raced away. He spotted Larksong fighting a ShadowClan apprentice. Duskstar had batted away an opponent and vanished. Stumbleknot and Shrubwhisker were taking on Marshflight and Sharpstar. A gray she-cat lurched into the fray, leaving a WindClan warrior to his own. Ravenclaw decided she was as good an opponent as any, and leaped after her. "Nobody gets hurt if you run," he breathed, poised to leap on Infectedsound.
“What’s important is that I trust him, and I do - to the last drop of blood that runs in my veins. I trust him so much as to lay down my life for him without regret. Could you do the same for Duskstar, Shrubwhisker?” Marshflight whispered, his breath warming my maw. A chill filled me as I considered his words. I realized, in the midst of all the bloodshed and cries, that if I were to die tonight, I would die for ThunderClan. Not Duskstar. Never for Duskstar. I didn't trust the tom- looking back, I don't suppose I ever really had. He was charming and outgoing, where I was silent and reserved. I had watched him, wooing his fellow Clanmates. I had seen him slip away in the night, though he was always there when I awoke in the morning. In my mind's eye, I saw him chatting smoothly to Midnightstar as I passed. His eyes flicked to me, for only a moment. I saw the dismissal in that look. I was just a lowly apprentice, with my mentor as my only friend. I was nothing to him, until he became leader. Until he needed every last bit of support.
Suddenly, Marshflight staggered, and collapsed to the ground. I had no time to celebrate my supposed victory, as Sharpstar himself lunged upon Stumbleknot. Shaking the blood from the few cuts I possessed, I tackled the ShadowClan leader. Although I didn't trust Duskstar, Stumbleknot was a different story. After all, he had chosen to help me of all his Clanmates. Rarely did I see any sign that the tom thought of himself before others. He was worth fighting for. As such, I sunk my teeth into the leader's hind leg, unaware of Marshflight rising behind me.
[Lol. Shrubwhisker's forming his own opinions! I'm so proud!]
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Post by FireFlyDragon on Jul 31, 2010 19:13:46 GMT -5
The clearing was the description of chaos. Cats from all the clans were leaping, lunging, screeching, yowling, and fighting with every last scrap on sanity thrown into the River. Marshflight himself was continuing in the assault, and although he had already lost quite a bit of blood, the fact didn’t seem to deter him as Shrubwhisker began to focus on the newly arrived Sharpstar. The mottled tom gave a silent thanks to both the black leader, and StarClan for his intervention; as he would have certainly been in trouble under the two ThunderClanner’s claws if any more time had passed.
Staggering, Marshflight’s sight focused once more on Shrubwhisker, as the other’s attentions had shifted completely to his new opponent now. Well, he would have to finish Marshflight off first if he wanted a go at the ShadowClan leader. Snarling, the mottled tom sunk his teeth into the smaller cat’s scruff, being careful as to not pull too hard on Sharpstar’s caught leg as he raked his claws down the tom’s earthy sides.
Finding it hard to hold himself up, Marshflight used his body to pin the opposing cat down as he continued to claw him, only pausing in his flurry of attacks once the warrior released Sharpstar from his jaws. Shoving his blood tinted paws onto the ThunderClanner’s back, Marshflight’s gaze snapped to Dreamcloud who was poised along the sidelines of battle.
“Dreamcloud!” he howled, eyes glazed and panting hard as he felt quivers of exhaustion slowly begin to overtake him. However much pride ShadowClan had for its fierce fighters, they needed help more then ever. “Run to WindClan territory, get – get help!” Marshflight was assuming that the combined ‘Clan’ still had enough decency to follow StarClan’s laws and not full out fight with the medicine cats. Of course, this was a tyrannical leader the forest was dealing with, and so his doubts of the esteemed cats remained, and as he would have to receive Skyfire's aid soon, he figured he might be able to help a little on the defending side of things for the pair of medicine cats.
Turning his attentions back once more to the warrior pinned beneath him, Marshflight gave a dark hiss; landing a few more scores on the tom’s back and sides before heaving himself above him, striking out at Shrubwhisker’s head with his unsheathed claws. “Best get lost now,” he snapped; unsteady on his paws but still lashing out with decent aim as he tried to force the intruder away from Sharpstar. “Or am I going to have to wound you some more?” In truth, Marshflight wouldn’t be able to last much longer. He hoped what he had been able to inflict would be enough to finish the brown warrior at least for this battle, as he was conscious of his form ready to sink to the ground at any moment.
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Post by wolfkitten on Jul 31, 2010 22:18:46 GMT -5
Snowpelt snarled at Ravenclaw, but soon saw another cat intervene. Confusion struck her frame as she tried to turn her attack. She didn't know who this cat was, if she was friend or foe, yet her claws still hit the she-cat as she diverted her attack. Snowpelt withdrew said claws and skittered to the side before whirling around to face the pair of cats, just in time to watch the she-cat hiss something to the tom. Confusion lit up her eyes, but the tom ran off.
Something else caught her attention, however, and that was the shout of her beloved Clanmate. She glanced back to the she-cat and shook her head. "I haven't got time for the two of you to decide who fights me." Anger snapped in her eyes, though she was oblivious to the fact that this cat might be the one who had originally warned Ravenscar. But she shook her head and ran toward where she had heard Ravenscar. But she couldn't manage to find him easily in the mass of seething fur and fangs. She had to find him, had to help him. Gaze was cast around once more until she found his familiar black pelt.
Quick pawsteps and bounds brought the snowy she-cat to his side. "You alright Ravenscar?" She mewed quickly as she looked around for an oppnonant, ready to leap into the fray with Ravenscar once she was certain he was alright. Staying on the defensive was important to the snowy she-cat, she didn't want to get caught off guard, afterall.
Sharpstar snarled as he heard Stumbleknot's words. "Better late than never." He glanced to Marshflight, not certain his words were as true as he wished them to be. But his distraction was too much. He soon felt movement from Stumbleknot... Strength was his strong suit, not necessarily speed. But he would try, scrambling back to protect his vulnerable belly and face, but both got raked by razor sharp claws. Yowl of pain was bit back as Sharpstar leapt up, kicking at Stumbleknot hard with strong hind paws as he leapt away from the ThunderClan Deputy. "Leave my family alone Stumbleknot." He yowled in fury. Yet before he could react, he felt sharp teeth latch onto his leg. Turning his head, he fixed Shrubwhisker with a furious gaze and swiped at him with his claws, unable to reach with teeth. "Let go you!"
He snarled out as he tried to dislodge his leg from the teeth of the enemy, only to feel it tugged as Marshflight made his effort to help him. He could see the exhaustion in his Deputy. This wasn't good. The fight wasn't going well for them. Sure, they seemed to be holding their own somewhat... But ThunderClan and RiverClan were not backing down, and there was no way this was the extent of the fighting cats they two Clans possessed. He had seen far more at the Gatherings.
Once his leg had been released, Sharpstar leapt forward and whirled to face the two cats, snarling in anger at them. "Leave now." Yes he had said that before, but repetition often helped things stick better. Ears flicked forward as he heard Marshflight's call to Dreamcloud, and he nodded in agreement. Yes, more help from WindClan would be good... But how could they make it in time, and how would Dreamcloud be received? They couldn't afford to send another cat. They could hardly afford to send her... But they needed help... Badly.
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Post by Crane on Aug 2, 2010 4:56:20 GMT -5
[OOC: Gah, sorry for not posting *self-slap* Here comes Craneh's kittehs...]
CRANEFEATHER;; Cranefeather huffed anxiously as the first wave was sent into the camp, stepping from paw to paw and creating impressions in the soft soil. Definitely not the ideal surface for fighting, especially since ShadowClan were used to this marshy soil. His nose crinkled with worry. It was one thing to be fighting yourself, but sending out warriors to an unknown fate? Of course, they did have the numbers and the surprise... But he couldn't shake the worry that was clinging to his pelt like mouse-bile. Making sure nobody saw him, he slipped into the shadows, padding along silently behind the path that the first wave had gone. He'd asess the fight, and if it was going badly, join the fray. Even if it meant unleashing that wild bloodthristy side, he'd do it in order to earn victory tonight.
POLLENWIND & LEIKO;; Pollenwind's ears pricked as she heard the sounds of fighting. What could possibly be going on? Rising from the moss and shaking the scraps out of her tortoiseshell fur, she nosed her way from the Warrior's Den to a frightful scene in front of her. Fighting, blood, tufts of fur floating on the mild breeze! She was about to leap into battle when she felt something pulling at her tail. She whipped around, expecting to see an enemy warrior. Instead, she saw the ShadowClan prisoner, Leiko. She narrowed her eyes, but Leiko just motioned towards the edge of camp, where a huge, white figure stood. Cranefeather? She followed Leiko away from the clearing. "We gotta stop him entering the battle," Leiko hissed into her ear frantically, "I'll distract him, you get him from behind!" Pollenwind gasped as Leiko darted towards the huge tom, right in front of him. She did as she was told andbegn sneaking around.
Leiko glared at the white monster in front of her. "You cowardly, pathetic, piece of fox-dung," she spat, her fur raised. Cranefeather hissed madly at the insult, and raised his paw to swipe at her head. Leiko braced herself, ssqueezing her eyes shut. StarClan, give that she-cat speed, she thought. I'm coming!
Cranefeather heard a flurry of pawsteps and suddenly claws where sinking into his ears. He yowled in fury and wildly twisted, flinging the tiny she-cat off his back. She skidded into the mud, coming to a stop at the base of a tree. His ice-blue eyes wheeled wildly, searching for the pale ginger tabby that had insulted him before. She was at his left flank, nipping painfully. He growled in anger and kicked out at her, but she was too fast. Before he could regain his balance she had pushed him into the ground, muddying his white coat. "A cheap she-cat's trick," he hissed, snarling in annoyance as the little tortoiseshell charged at him. Fending off two of them would be annoying but they were both small, clearly no match for his strength.
NOXSHADOW;; StarClan, the fighting was loud. He was insane with worry for Mountainpelt right now. Where was she? He couldn't scent her. There was nothing to do, other than pray for his turn to fight to arrive swiftly. He heard a yowl in the distance and his paws itched for action.
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Post by it's FiSHY, scaredy-cat. on Aug 2, 2010 9:08:19 GMT -5
So much was happening. It was nearly impossible to know even half of all that was happening at once. The battlefield was a mob of fighting cats, a whirlwind of mini-battles within the giant war. All Stumbleknot could do was to block out all the other fights and focus on his own.
A hard hit in his cheek took his breath away. The wind was knocked out of him, leaving the brown tom gasping for air. Something wet trickled down from the edge of his mouth. It stained his fur crimson, the way blood always does. When Sharpstar had kicked him, his teeth had scraped the edge of his mouth, and it stung.
The ShadowClan leader's words barely made it to his ear.
"A family is many cats, not just you, Sharpstar!" the deputy hissed and thrust himself up. Good thing I positioned my hind legs the way they did, he thought to himself as he poised into a crouch. "And you're the only one I have attacked so far, thank you!" By now he has gathered all the energy he needed for a pounce.
But instead of pouncing on Sharpstar like what it looked like he was about to do, he launched right past him, landing on Marshflight hard near the side. His muscles tightened as he pushed, trying to stop him from pinning down his clanmate. But whether he would be successful, he didn't know.
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The apprentice darted from beneath her, giving her quick blows at her underbelly. It began to bleed. Larksong widened her eyes in surprise, choking with the pain. She mustn't cringe, but she was. "Why...you..." her hisses were evident of her pain and anger. Her legs gave way for her to collapse to the ground. She looked up just barely. "Do you even think I was going hard on you?" her ocean-blue eyes flashed harshly. She felt herself go a little limp. "Well, I wasn't!"
The cost of resting vulnerably paid off. With her gathered energy she hurled herself at Nightpaw, slashing away and then reaching for the apprentice's scuff at the peak of the swiping. She closed her jaws around the she-cat and then shook her head wildly to swing her dizzy and threw her as far as she could.
"I told you you'll be sorry," she huffed.
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The words rang loud and clear for Dreamcloud. She could see very well that it was true. They did need help. Everywhere around her were cats fighting, falling, coming back up and falling again. Even worse, ShadowClan was outnumbered. They were no match to fight against two clans at once.
She briefly nodded, hoping that Marshflight, or at least Sharstar, would notice. Any loud response would send the enemy warriors after her, and although she had a few tricks up her sleeves for close combat, a wave of cats trailing her would foresee her doom.
Quickly, and as swiftly as she could, the little white she-cat darted away from Skyfire with a dutiful nod and leapt for the bushes. She dodged out of Shiverpath's way and briefly brushed past Nightpaw, flicking her tail at the leader's daughter to say that help is on the way.
The bushes neared. All she had to do is to get WindClan here, and fast. Suddenly the patterns of running broke and she swept off in a giant leap in the opposite direction of WindClan. She would seem like she were fleeing, when rather Dreamcloud was placing a trick. Quickly, she climbed up to the branch of a tree that interlocked with many others in rows in the denser part of the terrain. From a few tail-lengths above the ground she lept from tree to tree in a semi-circle around the camp until she was facing the direction WindClan was at.
But the air suddenly felt cold and Dreamcloud shivered, paws tightening with anxiety. Would they listen? Would WindClan listen? I can only hope, she squeezed her eyes shut to pray, StarClan help me save my clan!
In a heartbeat, she was off, dashing to the moor.
OOC: shall I make a thread in WindClan calling for help?
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Post by FireFlyDragon on Aug 3, 2010 12:44:27 GMT -5
The fate of Shrubwhisker wasn’t so important anymore, as Marshflight had a still relatively fresh Stumbleknot collide with him. Giving a weak snarl of protest, the ShadowClan Deputy finally fell to his side, his scrambling paws disallowing him to stand as he tried to dodge advancing claws. Mud coated and knitted his fur in clumps, and the night only got darker as his gaze once more blurred, sending his mind into chaos as he tried to pinpoint the enemy cats wreathing about him.
Scrambling back a few paces, Marshflight gave a few desperate swipes of his claws in his retreat, only the scents around him were able to give him a clear picture of things, as of this moment all he could see where blurred shadows slipping in and out of focus.
He hissed to himself under his breath, how was he supposed to help Sharpstar in this shape? And of course, Marshflight had his pride; he couldn’t just leave his leader and friend to fight his opponents. His fur, although flattened with mud and drying blood, was still fluffed out to an impressive state; hopefully the size boost it gave him would allow a few seconds of rest as his mind whirled dangerously.
At this point, Marshflight couldn’t go on, at least not without some decent treatment. The pangs of his unhealed shoulder had returned, even more intense by his fitful use only moments ago, and the back of his head and ears stung richly with their coats of scratches received as thus. The fact that he had already been fighting and wounded only a few nights ago also ruined him, as his recovering form felt his exhaustion all the more quickly.
The tom hadn’t though to really examine his bodily situation, he was in a battle so of course he wouldn’t, but he was looking rather battered. The injury to his shoulder wasn’t too large, but it had let loose a rather large flow of blood, and so his front limb and surrounding area was rather tinted in color. His ears were nicked slightly in a few areas and tufts of fur had been torn from the back of his head. And of course there where the few minute scratches all about, from either the cat he had been battling, or from the battle ground.
He gave a desperate look towards where he smelt his black leader the strongest, not wanting to leave him to battle alone, but knowing he wouldn’t be of much help if he tried to stay. He could act as a decoy of all else failed, but he doubted Sharpstar would approve of such strategy in this particular battle. All he could do was throw his leader an apologetic look as he attempted once more to scramble to his feet, head thrashing about him as he tried to keep enough senses to defend himself from oncoming attacks.
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Post by it's FiSHY, scaredy-cat. on Aug 4, 2010 21:09:49 GMT -5
OOC; Hmm... I'm going to make a thread in WindClan of Dreamcloud asking for help. I don't think it would be very nice to Marshflight if I RP Stumbleknot right now otherwise I'm going to kill him. xD Then there's Larksong, which I'm waiting for Wolfkitten.
So, in other words, I'm going to wait for someone else to post first before I reply ^^
Lazy Edit by Silver: for the third time THE SECOND WAVE MAY ATTACK. Come on, ladies and gents. ShadowClan needs to go down. Uh, I mean, go SC!
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Post by Rabiddog on Aug 11, 2010 9:46:14 GMT -5
The dark RiverClan tomcat shifted from paw to paw, glaring at the marshy turf and waiting for the signal. The tension from the other cats was filling the air, practically a substance in the air itself. Some were praying to StarClan, others were just staring. Stagshadow didn't put that much faith in StarClan; this battle would be won by their efforts, not by some miracle from their deceased ancestors. With a quit snort, he flicked his ears and dismissed those thoughts. All he had to concentrate on now was waiting for the signal and preparing himself mentally. It wasn't as if he could bully his way through the fight, but he wasn't a ninja kitty, either. His heart was pounding in his chest apprehensively, and he had to force himself to breathe slowly. Stagshadow was still a rather young warrior and had never attended a battle before. Not one like this.
Then, suddenly, there it was! The signal! Stagshadow's eyes flashed, and he leaped to his paws, spitting a mental curse at the soggy ground. Those darn ShadowClan cats-- what did they have, webs for paws? Water and mud were two very different substances, and Stagshadow was finding himself, as he began to rush to the ShadowClan camp with the others, yowling, almost wishing that they were fighting in the river. Stagshadow happened to be one of the first cats to enter the camp-- aside from the first wave, of course. It looked as if the RiverClan-ThunderClan alliance was doing pretty well against the ShadowClan fools. Stagshadow had just spotted Larksong, one of RiverClan's senior warriors, fighting when his attention was brought to four toms very close to the entrance. The huge black cat there was unmistakable: Sharpstar. What better way to prove himself, even to himself, if he joined in against the leader? Besides, they were close.
Stagshadow would never, no way, be able to defeat Sharpstar on his own, but he looked tired and there were two ThunderClan cats fighting. Stagshadow couldn't see enough of them to identify them, but he didn't really care to, either-- they were there to aid RiverClan on its path to greatness. At least, that's how it was in Stagshadow's mind. With another yowl, he leaped forward, claws unsheathed, and tried to tackle into Sharpstar's side. Stagshadow was just hoping that he would take the leader by surprise and bowl him over, since Stagshadow was nearly thoroughly average when it came to size and weight. And, hey, if he succeeded, he might just run off and go help Larksong-- though he didn't know how much she would appreciate that, being her-- after all, just to help the ThunderClan toms here get more of an upper paw. [/blockquote]
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Post by it's FiSHY, scaredy-cat. on Aug 11, 2010 18:08:33 GMT -5
Stumbleknot became faintly aware of a RiverClan cat coming by to fight by him. Even when the cat was only on his way, the fishy scent was undeniable. Before he could even refocus on clawing Sharpstar as he planned to, a new ally lept into the scene, claws unsheathed. It was Stagshadow, the one's whom scent the ThunderClan deputy had smelt. He was trying to bowl Sharpstar over, and Stumbleknot couldn't be more thankful. There wasn't much he can manage just with him and Shrubwhisker now. Sharpstar was still fairly fresh while Stumbleknot was utterly tired out. He hadn't been in a battle as fierce as this for many moons and as result his fighting skills have been getting a little rusty.
Quick to take advantage of Stagshadow's tackle, the tom raced beside the RiverClan warrior, slashing away at Sharpstar's face. OOC; gah. So short compared to the other ones. xD I'll reply as Smokepaw later. ;3
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Post by wolfkitten on Aug 12, 2010 13:31:27 GMT -5
Sharpstar snarled as Stumleknot's words assailed his words. "On the contrary Stumbleknot... You have attacked my Deputy and your family is attacking mine. That falls on you and your bloodthirsty Leader." Hisses rose in fury from the huge black tom. He swiped at the Deputy as he leapt by, hopefully leaving some nice scratches. But... He soon realized he wasn't leaping for him. He was leaping for his dear friend and Deputy. Another hiss rose as he jumped at him, ignoring Shrubwhisker for the most part, but ready to bat him away should he decide to jump back into the fray as well.
His attack was called up short when another ball of fur bounded right into him. It reeked of RiverClan. What was this? A scent he hadn't recognized in the camp yet. More cats? Oh StarClan please give swiftness to Dreamcloud's paws... They needed help and quick. Sharpstar was knocked sideways by the other cat, considering he was in the motion of a leap toward the ThunderClan Deputy. A loud hiss came forth as he used his bulk to turn the tackle around, meeting marshy ground with his hind paws and kicking off toward the smaller Warrior. Poor Stagshadow... Sharpstar was still relitavely fresh, only having taken part in maybe half the battle between the two cats and Marshflight. He snarled angrily, murderous paws flying, claws unsheathed as he aimed blows at the attacking cat. But his attention was torn... He glanced over, looking for Marshflight. His friend was badly wounded. He couldn't just leave him to fend for himself. But he could see him moving off quick so for now he continued to fight with this uppity Warrior.
Nightpaw was noble in her attacking. She wanted this intruder to go away, but she didn't want to hurt her more badly than she had to. So... When she claws Larksong's belly, she leapt away from her when she collapsed. Nightpaw would cease her attackings for the moment, merely watching the she-cat rest. A glance was given around the Camp at the other battles. It wasn't looking good... And there were more intruders pouring in through the camp entrance!
Nightpaw's distraction did not bode well for the large Apprentice... Before she knew it, the yowlings of Larksong turned fierce and the Warrior was launching herself at her. A yowl came from Nightpaw as well as she was pounced upon. She quickly moved and used her paws as an aid, batting and kicking at the Warrior, claws out, going mad. Yet her scruff was grabbed, and as it was, there wasn't a whole lot she could do as she was swung about and thrown!
Nightpaw crashed into the marshy ground, sliding a bit before going still. Ow... And she was dizzy... Her attacks on Larksong paused... Apperantly the she-cat wasn't as done as she thought. But for now she kept still and prepared for the next attack. She looked defeated, not moving, not saying a thing... But was it just a ploy? Perhaps...
Morningpaw's tail lashed as the young RiverClan Apprentice awaited the sign that her group could go. She didn't want to fight! Couldn't they understand that? This was wrong... StarClan didn't want it... This wasn't right! She didn't care about all the words of bravado from her Leaders or from the other Warriors... This was stupid... They were sneaking in to attack another Clan... And for what? To get more territory? To be the rulers of the Forest? It wasn't how things were supposed to go... Her gaze was cast heavenward where their starry ancestors winked in the skies. But somehow Morningpaw didn't feel they were winking for them... This was all wrong.
She hissed slightly as she paced, hating this whole thing... But it was ordered by her Leader... And weren't they to be good little kitties and follow the directions from their Leader? Blast it all.. But she was here wasn't she...
Soon enough the signal came, and cats poured out of their hiding place toward the Camp of ShadowClan. Morningpaw was no different. She ran with her Clan. Paws pounding the ground in determination to please her Clan and to find her Clanmates. Soon enough the group of cats poured into the Camp. A quick glance around found her a mass of seething and fighting cats, yowls of pain and blood and fur flew. She laid her ears back and sought out Ravenclaw. As soon as she saw him, she would tear over to his side standing beside him, watching for the next enemy to attack. She tried to get a handle on what was going on.
Tumblestep awaited anxiously. She watched a particularly anxious RiverClan Apprentice. She understood Morningpaw's uncertainties. Tumblestep also felt this was wrong... But how in the world could she voice this to anyone? She already tried... Somewhat... But Duskstar didn't heed it... She hissed slightly as a ThunderClan Apprentice bumped her, laying back her ears. What was this... Usually Tumblestep was so kind and loving to her Clanmates... But this ordeal terrified and upset her...
Her thoughts turned to Shrubwhisker. He was out there fighting now! What if he was harmed... She didn't do this for Duskstar... She did this to protect her Clan... If they were to follow Duskstar, who seemed power hungry and wanted to make their Clan great... There would be opposition... Opposition that would harm those she loved... And she had to help protect them. And thus, when the signal was given, Tumblestep ran with her Clanmates, and with those of RiverClan, toward ShadowClan's camp.
Soon enough their group filed in through the camp entrance. A quick surveying of the fight was given, and Tumblestep saw her beloved. Three of their own against two large ShadowClan cats. One of which she recognized as the great Leader, Sharpstar, and his loyal Deputy, Marshflight. Marshflight didn't look to have too much more fight left in him, but Sharpstar was in a scuffle with a RiverClanner. So what... She then saw her beloved... She moved quickly to him, meowing out loud to him. "Shrubwhisker! Are you alright?" She hissed and swiped at any ShadowClanner that got too close. Shrubwhisker wasn't looking good... Those brutes harmed him... Oh she'd get even. Suddenly this wasn't about Duskstar or anything, it was about helping the one she loved... It was on.
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Post by it's FiSHY, scaredy-cat. on Aug 12, 2010 19:08:55 GMT -5
Smokepaw's tail swished like a snake. He was tired of waiting. Was Larksong okay? He couldn't hold it any longer. He was scared but worried all at once. What if Larksong was...dead? Surely she can't be? The anxious tom glanced around him nervously. Morningpaw... Stagshadow... All of his familiar clanmates were there, mixed with the cats of ThunderClan, too.
And then, suddenly, the signal came. Everyone dashed forward, but poor Smokepaw caught off-guard, trudged on slowly from behind. He was caught in the hustle and bustle, shouldered from cat to cat until he was the only one left at the very back. Oh, Larksong. What will ever keep me from being such a mouse-brain? He sighed and padded forward, wary of the battle before him. Quietly Smokepaw did what he did best: being invisible, or melting into the background. The little tom simply crawled into a tight grove of pines and hid his scent in the trees, waiting for a chance to strike, for all-out brawl was no place for him.
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Larksong narrowed her eyes at the sight of the collapsed Nightpaw. An apprentice that fought so hard just moments ago wouldn't give up so quickly...Would she? The tortoiseshell hesitated, knowing very well of the surprise-attack move that involved playing dead. She fell for it before, but she won't fall for it this time.
"Learn your lessons," the tortoiseshell hissed and ran away, flicking her tail dismissivly as if Nightpaw weren't a worthy enough opponent. She licked her paw and slicked her bleeding ear. She could hear her blood rushing so loudly...And she was losing it. Her left ear was torn terribly.
From her peripheral vision, a huge band of cats leaping in like a torrent. Her ocean blue eyes naturally turned to see. The second wave is in. Her heart thumped heartbeats quicker. Smokepaw's out there. But knowing Smokepaw, he was probably hiding quietly somewhere. She scowled. Why does he always have to be so sneaky? Larksong sighed and began looking. Her brother never did well in exposed battle. She had to find him; to check on him.
The she-cat darted as away from Nightpaw as she could and then made a quick u-turn once she was out of sight. While she was looking to the side she accidentally tripped over Marshflight. The tortoiseshell shrieked, tumbling over and then spatting at the ground. "Ugh! ShadowClan filth! Fur!" her face scrunched up in disgust as she coughed up the fur that had been scraped off from the many scratches the deputy had took.
Stumbleknot took a moment to stare, but then shook his head and went off to back to fighting Sharpstar.
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The deputy braced himself for the quick lashing of claws that came right back at him. The rush of adrenaline and blood pounded in his ears. He barely caught what Sharpstar said. Instead of paying attention into that, the tom ducked, racing to the right of the ShadowClan leader and then tackled, trying to bowl him over and possibly knocking him out into his side and exposing his underbelly. He shifted into a pouncing position when Larksong tripped into Marshflight out of nowhere. What's that she-cat doing here? It seemed like his particular battle was attracting everyone. The deputy shook off the thought and lept, paws outstretched and ready to push Sharpstar over. [/blockquote] OOC; finished editting ^^
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Post by Silver on Aug 15, 2010 16:15:05 GMT -5
Skyfire stared in horror as the fur flew just outside his den. Dreamcloud darted off with an apologetic nod at Sharpstar's orders, leaving the medicine cat by himself. His heart beat wildly inside his chest as his eyes, not nearly as strong as they had once been, tried to focus. There were too many shapes, too many colors dulled by the crimson blood, all blurred in the frenzy of motion. Skyfire ducked inside his den, shoving Warhawk to her feet. "Follow Dreamcloud. Tell Windblaze that I sent you, and that you can't stay here. Go!" he snarled to the pregnant she-cat. Warhawk hesitated only a fraction of a second, horrified by the thought of fleeing, before slipping out the den.
Skyfire watched her leave from the safety of his den; had he not, he may never have noticed several cats joining the fray, slipping in from every conceivable entrace. There's more of them still. Even Dreamcloud can't make it soon enough, he thought, feeling his heart sinking to his paws as the shapes blending into the fray. There was nothing left to do. The tom closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and waited for an opening. When the opportunity presented itself, the calico flew across the clearing, narrowly dodging claws and thrown bodies, up to the stump. From this vantage point, the fight was all the more gruesome, as each withering body was outlined in the moonlight. "Sharpstar!" Skyfire yowled; his voice was powerful, meant to be heard over the screeches of pain and fury. "Sharpstar, this can't go on! We must retreat!" he cried, praying that the big black cat could see this was a loosing battle.
For the briefest moment, the world around Shrubwhisker vanished, replaced by a single sweet memory. Tumblepaw was beside him, their breathing heavy as Rosethorn and Solarwind appraised them each. "I think," Rosethorn purred, "they're ready." Solarwind had nodded contently, winding his tail with Rosethorn's. Tumblepaw's eyes had shone, just as bright as his own. He could feel her warm body beside him, could almost smell Solarwind's warm scent, hear Rosethorn's rumbling purr...
As the waking world claimed his mind again, the tom moaned as pain rolled through him. The weight that had pressing against him was lifted; as he cracked an eye open, Shrubwhisker saw Marshflight wrestling another cat, clearly forgetting the battered brown ThunderClanner. He drew in a ragged breath, the acidic smell of blood clogging his senses. "Shrubwhisker! Are you alright?" Tumblestep? She was here? Shrubwhisker warily lifted his head, his muddled gaze landing on the beautiful she-cat. He nodded slowly, finding words to painful at this moment in time. He was glad she was here; it made the stinging sensation the lite his fur more tolerable.
Um. Crap. What was Ravenclaw doing right now?
A safe distance away from the chaos of the battle, Rosethorn listened to the muted cries with a sick heart. At her feet, herbs Moonpaw helped her gather seemed washed out in the moonlight. The young she-cat grieved, the feeling of not knowing clawing at her insides. None of this would have happened if the Unknown hadn't swallowed her beloved Solarwind. Duskstar would never had scrambled into power, and this war would have never begun. A noise startled the rusty warrior; her hand snapped to attention, wondering if it was one of the injured warriors she was to help tend. Instead, a lithe white she-cat that reeked of ShadowClan slipped past, clearly heading for WindClan territory. Rosethorn thought briefly of following her, but the ShadowClanner was long gone by the time Rosethorn made up her mind. Sighing, she picked up her herbs and slunk closer to ShadowClan territory, fed up with waiting.
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