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Post by it's FiSHY, scaredy-cat. on Aug 18, 2010 16:54:35 GMT -5
stumbleknotMore allies were coming in. The deputy drew back from the brawl for a moment, although his ears stayed pricked and his senses alert. He was scouting the area for a quick glimpse; just an idea of ShadowClan's condition. He picked up a few yowls from behind him and he whipped around to find Skyfire begging for a retreat. They're giving in, he thought to himself, narrowing his eyes with a relieving exhale of his rasping breath. Sharpstar and Marshflight were indeed tough opponents and he had already wound up with a few scars. The brown tom arched his neck to examine his matted fur, clotted with blood at certain edges. From the corner of his golden eyes he can see the illuminated outline of trees and the sky behind them and the tom instinctively knew that dawn was slowly crawling down time. Does it really happen that fast? He was almost tempted to lay down and groom himself, but his conscious mind kicked. The battle isn't over yet!
With a sigh the ThunderClan tom thrust himself up. He then fell down into a pouncing position, the ground seemingly to sink beneath his paws. His eyes darted down to see the mud for a split second but the golden gaze shifted back skyward to the black ShadowClan leader, whom for a moment seemed to not notice Stumbleknot's presence behind him. The deputy was careful to remain downwind. Then he snapped off in a quick leap, not high but surprisingly fast, darting toward Sharpstar, ready to hook tooth and claw. OOC; not much to say...sorry bout the bad post xD
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Post by FireFlyDragon on Sept 4, 2010 13:55:08 GMT -5
Marshflight’s mind was at war. The ShadowClan deputy had no wish to leave his superior to fight alone, yet he knew he would only be a burden to the great warrior’s conscience if he continued in his state. A distressed noise left his maw as yet another warrior joined the fray, a RiverClan tom landing nearly on top of Sharpstar as he made his appearance. Marshflight was momentarily breathless as his leader was bowled over, but was revived as Sharpstar rose to meet him, snarling and more then prepared for the fight.
Unsure and uneasy, Marshflight could only watch about him as he finally stumbled to his feet, nearly loosing them once more before turning to face Sharpstar, only to see his amber gaze turn back to him, worried and distracted. Marshflight needed to go. The said tom’s tail gave an assuring thrash before he backed away, his attention divided between avoiding the battles of other cats and trying to make his way over to Skyfire.
Already moving slower then one would think he should in the battle zone; it wasn’t a surprise when Marshflight was barrelled into by a retreating cat. The two tumbled to the ground, tweeting birds floating about the tom’s head momentarily as he righted himself only a moment later. At the she-cat’s disgusted sound the deputy merely spat back, too preoccupied to start another skirmish involving tooth and claw. He made sure to keep an eye on the ThunderClan she-cat as he retreated once more into the mass of writhing, screeching cats.
It took to long to reach Skyfire who was perched upon the great stump, and as Marshflight neared he could make out the tom’s cries for retreat. Forcing himself forward, the Deputy scrambled up beside the aging medicine cat, glazed eyes taking in the scene before him silently.
It took him longer then it should have to spot his clanmates in the whirlwind of battle, and upon doing so he could agree with Skyfire’s words. This was not a battle they could win; not now at least. There were at least two opponents for every ShadowClan warrior – not to mention his apprentice. His hackles rose at the thought of Nightpaw; if anyone one of these scum had harmed her… But he had to trust her as well; she wasn’t some bouncy just named apprentice, she could take care of herself. The thought didn’t stop him from worrying though.
Lifting his head, the tom belted out across the mass of warriors before him, his voice tired and weary, but with still a note of strength to carry it. “Sharpstar…!” He paused, what was he suppose to say? He couldn’t just call the clan to retreat, but at the same time… He steeled himself to simply say something.
His gaze was momentarily snapped to attention, only to see more warriors streaming into the battered camp; fresh paws to aid the merged clan. “Another wave is here,” he cried out, his head turning back down to where the black tom still valiantly fought. “Skyfire’s right, we can’t last much longer…”
“Sharpstar, we must retreat!”
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Post by xx snakey on Sept 9, 2010 14:56:42 GMT -5
ooc: When i figure out what my cats are doing I'll post here.
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Post by pounce on Sept 15, 2010 17:58:20 GMT -5
Sombersong stood on the sidelines, her sides heaving, her heart racing. Blood was trickling steadily from where her flanks had been clawed. Exhaustion threatened to overwhelm the young she-cat as she stood, watching the battle. They were badly outnumbered, and her clanmates were suffering because of it. I must help them! she thought desperatly.Sombersong staggered foreward. A wave of dizziness washed over her, and the ground rushed up at her. She collapsed again, blood flowing faster from her wounds. She lay there, helpless, praying no enemy would find her, for surely they would kill her.
This was the she-cat's first real battle. She was very young, barely a warrior. The ferocity of battle shocked her. The battle training she had had when she was an apprentice was different. Claws stayed sheathed, and you had plenty of time to think abut your next move. It had always seemed like fun, learning how to fight your enemies. In reality, an actual battle was so much worse than traiing. Your opponents seemed huge and daunting. Bloodlust and anger shone in their eyes. There was no time to think about how to attack, you just had to go with your instinct.
A ferosious yowl snapped Sombersong out of her thoughts. She watched the battle anxiously, realizing the condition had gotten even worse in those few seconds. It seemed like there were so many oppenents and so few of her clanmates we can't continue like this! she thought desperatly we will all be wiped out! the thought gave her enough strength to stand. I must fight for my clan! The warrior code says I have to be willing to give my life for them! Sombersong scolded herself. She gathered all of her strength, yet her legs were shaking with exhaustion and fear. Oh StarClan! I can't do this! Her own fear scent surrounded the young warrior. I'm too young to die! thoughts whirled through her mind chaoticly, but she pushed them away, focusing only on the battle in front of her. I am a warrior. I must fight for my clan! She gathered her strength and courage, and prepared herself to join the battle once again.
Suddenly, a yowl sounded. She realized it was her deputy, Marshflight. "Sharpstar, we must retreat!" he called. Relief and disapointment flooded the she-cat. She would be safe, as would her clanmates. And yet, with the relief also came guilt. I should have fought harder. I shouldn't have been afraid! What kind of warrior am I, if I can't defend my own clan? she thought desparingly.
And yet, the battle wasn't over yet. They may have to fight their way out. Sombersong rushed foreward, ignoring her shrieking muscles that had stiffened already, and flung herself back into the thick of the fighting. She saw a brown tom, whom she recognized as the ThunderClan deputy, had attaked her leader. Rage filled her belly, and she rushed foreward with suprising speed, despite her condition, and threw herself at him, claws outstretched.[/color]
ooc; sorry, i know, its horrible, i havn't rped in a while, im kind of rusty x3. Im not really sure whats going on, im too lazy to read three pages of posts xD so sorry if i messed it up
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Post by it's FiSHY, scaredy-cat. on Sept 30, 2010 17:42:02 GMT -5
OOC; it's all good, Pounce. :3 No need to worry. This is going to be a short post here... I realize I don't have too much time to type. Some cat knocked into the tom, and the deputy yowled in surprise. The claws hooked onto his side and pain was inevitably crying out from all parts of his body. He was pinned now, and with one swift bite he could be killed. The thought brought adrenaline rushing into his veins. I'm not giving up yet.
Stumbleknot vigorously rolled over. Muddy marsh soil clung tightly to his fur. He felt himself itching along his spine but the deputy forced himself to ignore the temptation. As he shifted to an upright position, Stumbleknot clung his claws into the enemy's shoulders and used his weight to crash down on her so that the ShadowClan she-cat would be the one begging StarClan's mercy on the ground. Now who's in trouble now? He can deal some fatal damage in a heartbeat.
But that was not like him. Cries and wails of other agonizing cats rang in his ears. A quick flick of his eyes to the side and he can see flashes of staggering apprentices, stricken she-cats, gored toms and many more warriors with moons of future whittling away in the hands of war. Stumbleknot stared down at the she-cat. He hasn't killed any cat yet and he wasn't planning to do it anytime soon now.
"Let's keep it only a small skirmish, please, " the deputy mewed not desperately, but still with pleading eyes, "There has been enough blood spilled already." In his mind the tom hoped the she-cat would see sense and not weakness in his words, and that the battle would end soon. Really soon. He couldn't take any more of the violence.
But the second wave has only come in. It was only the beginning...or was it?
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Post by wolfkitten on Oct 25, 2010 13:58:31 GMT -5
Nightpaw simply lay in wait for a moment, conserving her energy. She didn't care what Larksong had to say or what she did... Larksong was and wasn't her enemy... Nightpaw didn't understand what they were doing or why... Why were they attacking them? Why did they see the need to destroy them? She didn't understand it... But before long Larksong headed off away from her. She was thankful... Yet she couldn't lay here all day... Her Clanmates were still in danger.
Thus the large Apprentice would leap up and run through the camp, stopping as she saw her beloved father, love and Clanmate(s?) in a skirmish. Now now that wasn't cool at all. There were at least two cats maybe three going after her papa... There were ShadowClanners helping them, but she would leap into the fray anyway. She leapt in, bowling into a RiverClan tom with a snarl of fury in hopes of knocking him away from her father.
She hardly registered the yowls from their Medicine Cat or Deputy and beloved... All she knew was that she must keep fighting until there was nothing left. Or until her father called out the retreat.
Morningpaw stood beside Ravenclaw, casting her confused gaze this way and that, watching for a fight. Ravenclaw wasn't in a fight at the moment, so she stood dutifully at her Mentor's side.
Tumblestep's ears flicked forward as she saw the nod from him and leaned down to nuzzle his battered frame gently, standing over him and hissing at any cat that got too close. This battle was not fought for Duskstar... She would guard her beloved more fiercely than the fiercest warriors ever born. But it made Tumblestep sick... All their training... All their preparing... Lead to this? Angry fighting over what... Territory? Why couldn't they live in peace the way StarClan wished it... What was with their Leaders... She didn't understand. But for now she wouldn't move from the fallen form of her beloved Shrubwhisker.
Sharpstar fought hard with both Stumbleknot and Stagshadow. No more words were passed, as both cats seemed eager to knock the huge Leader off his paws. But after that one leap Sharpstar remained rather close to the ground, lunging this way and that, keeping his footing on the muddy ground and managing not to be easily pushed around. He snarled and lashed out with claws and teeth, swinging his great head this way and that to try and fight off the two cats. For now Shrubwhisker seemed out of commission... But there was another cat standing over him. Sharpstar disregarded her as she seemed to only wish to stay near him.
But then another she-cat came whirling in all teeth and claws and he snarled at her at once, lashing a pawfull of claws at her face, murder shone in his eyes, though he wouldn't carry out such. Soon enough reprieve came in the form of his daughter. Worry replaced any feelings in his eyes as she bowled into the RiverClan Warrior who had chosen to leap into the fray. Yet he said nothing of it, merely swiping at both Larksong and Stumbleknot who would not give up the fight. He tried to keep his footing, he wasn't about to be pushed over to expose that tender belly fur. Not a good idea... And yet there wasn't many cats out there who could simply knock the hulking Leader over.
Ears flicked back as he heard the call of the Medicine Cat... Skyfire... He was calling for retreat. Sharpstar had been so engrossed in his own fight to look around much, but with the second wave, ShadowClan was losing ground and Dreamcloud was no where to be found. But he nodded slightly to himself. They might have to fight their way out but it could be done. He looked to Marshflight as he moved off and meowed quickly to him. "Marshflight, to the Elder's den. Get them out."
His gaze was then cast to his daughter. "Nightpaw to the Nursery." And then his great voice would roar over the sounds of screeching and fighting. "SHADOWCLAN RETREAT!" They had to... They had no choice at this point and he couldn't afford to lose any of his beloved Clanmates... Their wounds were just too great and exhaustion taking too much of a toll... They had to run. And with that he would slash at Stumbleknot and Larksong in hopes of breaking away before running at Stagshadow to give Nightpaw a chance. They had to run, they had to get out of here. Now.
Snowpelt stood beside Ravenscar now, rather confused as to what had been happening between the she-cat and Ravenclaw, but she didn't care. They had to fight and win this battle... And yet the voice of her brother tore through the cries of fury and pain from her brother's Clanmates to reach her ears. Retreat... Yes... They were losing this battle, all were beaten and bloody from the fight... She looked around quickly before running to Skyfire's den, after casting a glance to Ravenscar. She knew they had to do what they could to help. Yet would their help be accpeted? If nothing else she would fight to keep the enemy off the wounded while they moved.
Nightpaw's ears perked up as she heard her father, her attention being diverted, which could be quite a problem as she had just moments ago flung herself at Stagshadow to divert him from her father... She would try to split her attentions, listening to her father's calls and slashing at the RiverClan tom. But she had to fight her way out and get to the Nursery as her father bid, they had to run, had to stop this battle... For now... They were losing. She hated the idea of retreat... But her father was a good Leader... He was no coward... But he had a soft heart to his Clanmates and she knew he wouldn't be able to bear it if any were killed in this stupid pointless battle.
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Post by Rabiddog on Oct 25, 2010 15:33:47 GMT -5
Stagshadow was just lashing out at Sharpstar again when a smaller, yet still large, black hunk of fur slammed into him, sending him tumbling over his side. Quickly, he sprang to his paws and sent his claws flying at her face. StarClan, she was almost as big as he! She seemed tired, though, and he suspected she had been fighting for longer than he, seeing as he was in the second wave and she was already here. Flattening his ears, he snarled each time her paws landed blows on his shoulders and face. With a start, he realized that this was Sharpstar's daughter, Nightpaw. Well, she certainly was a very brave apprentice, he would give her that.
It was not long before the same thing that happened with Nightpaw happened again, though the form was much, much larger. Sharpstar bowled into Stagshadow, forcing the RiverClan tomcat to the ground, though he hissed and tried to slash at Sharpstar. Stagshadow wasn't very concerned with using specific techniques when he could hear retreat being called and when he simply wasn't desiring to kill the exhausted cats he was facing. That, and they were larger, even-- possibly-- the female, and at least one was much stronger. At least WindClan hadn't shown up, which certainly thrust the battle in favor of RiverClan and ThunderClan. Stagshadow hissed at the father-daughter pair as he rose to his paws, his tail lashing and blood welling up from various scratches on his face, blocking some of his vision.
With the blood pounding in his ears, it was difficult for Stagshadow to hear exact words yowled from Sharpstar and others, though he could pick out certain sounds, and it seemed as though Nightpaw was being ordered to the nursery. Stagshadow wasn't going to rush into a nursery and start slaughtering kits, though if it seemed necessary, he certainly would, and if he was ordered to by a superior. It didn't seem to be the case here, though. He wasn't going to just sit back and give up, though!
Or maybe he could, seeing as Sharpstar had gotten him out of the way to save his own daughter. Stagshadow's tail lashed back and forth, and his eyes narrowed while he watched ShadowClan cats. His gaze turned to a pair of ThunderClan cats, a she-cat and a tom, and frustration seared through him. What were they doing? Just standing there? The female was certainly fresher than Shrubwhisker, and she could have done more than just stood there. Stagshadow caught himself about to hiss, so he turned his attention to what was happening around him. A retreat for ShadowClan seemed like a good idea. He wasn't ecstatic about the idea of killing another cat at the moment, not when he thought the idea of this was to subdue the other Clans and to bring them under RiverClan control. They shouldn't be too dead if they are to be useful warriors, that's just common sense. (Too dead as opposed to what, though? "A little dead" probably wouldn't be too great, either.)
[/blockquote] (( xD'' I assumed at the end that Nightpaw and Sharpstar had started to move away. I'll edit that if they really didn't start moving, I'm sorry. ^^'''' ))
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Post by it's FiSHY, scaredy-cat. on Nov 1, 2010 14:48:51 GMT -5
Stumbleknot pulled his attention away from Sombersong and focused his gaze to Sharpstar as the leader desperately yowled retreat. A bitter taste of guilt tugged at his heartstrings. ShadowClan was fleeing. Was this really what Duskstar wanted? What ThunderClan wanted? What he wanted?
A feeble whimper from his soul cried, no.
Yet, Stumbleknot pushed the frail thought away to reality. The warrior code said he must obey his leader, and he will now. But that didn't mean he couldn't be soft on the enemy, right? He could be following Duskstar's orders and yet still be going easy on the ShadowClan cats at the same time.
The tom flung himself away from Sombersong to race to Stagshadow's side. "They're retreating now," he told the RiverClan tom, who appeared too irritated to listen in on the ShadowClan leader's words at the moment. The deputy had to be careful not to be whipped by the spotted cat's lashing tail. "Do you suppose we ought to chase them on, or let them flee in peace?" The tone Stumbleknot used was professional, but he knew inside that he asked this out of guilt, eyes flicking for a quick glance at his bloodied claws.
OOC; not my best, but it'll do
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Post by Rabiddog on Nov 11, 2010 17:02:34 GMT -5
(( It's been almost two weeks, so I guess it's okay if I post again. ^^'' )) Stagshadow lashed his tail and flicked his ears, spotting the ThunderClan tom. The RiverClan warrior felt his hackles rise slightly, then remembered that ThunderClan was on the side of RiverClan, and he halted his tail lashing and snarling face. It didn't take long for this switch to flip on in his head. Perhaps all of two heartbeats, in fact. Nevertheless, he was being addressed and had to speak to this cat. Being looked to as a leader? That was how RiverClan should be viewed. Stagshadow didn't smile, but he felt a certain sense of pride and accomplishment in his chest.
Duskstar was off his rocker, Stagshadow knew as much, and it felt as though Cranefeather was taking over RiverClan. Whether it was Riverstar or Cranefeather, RiverClan was more able than ThunderClan. The ThunderClan cats must've sensed that. Stagshadow gave Stumbleknot a quick nod, simply acknowledging that he heard the other cat. "We don't want to hunt them down and kill them all," Stagshadow replied calmly, his deep voice just loud enough to be heard over the din of the raging, if waning, battle. "Our goal is conquest, not slaughter. I say attack any who attack us, but do not chase. Perhaps when they are all left, we can see who is left and take prisoners." Stagshadow wasn't sure how Cranefeather would react, but Stagshadow felt this was the best interpretation of the warrior code and the most logical thing to do.
If RiverClan was to dominate all the other Clans, as was the plan, then RiverClan cats had to demonstrate their leadership abilities. All of them, even the young Stagshadow. He was concerned with whether or not Cranefeather would have ordered to press the attack, to prove RiverClan's strength and to prevent any future assaults that were possible from ShadowClan, and even WindClan. He didn't think that the white deputy would want all of the future subordinates to be butchered, though. RiverClan did not need excess rage from the other Clans. And here this ThunderClan cat was asking Stagshadow for assistance instead of his own deputy... it was amusing and pleasing. Stagshadow let his expression reveal nothing, though. He was good with the cold, neutral gaze. It was what he normally wore.
Stagshadow caught the motion of Stumbleknot's eyes down to the ThunderClanner's claws. He was feeling guilty. The dark marble-patterned tomcat felt no guilt for this. ShadowClan had been given the option, and Stagshadow was acting under orders. There was no reason for their surprise at this. They should just do what they knew, deep down, was the safest and best course of action: Pledge allegiance to RiverClan. Stagshadow gave Stumbleknot a quick little nod. "We should not leave yet. They may be fleeing, but there is no reason for us to act as though it is we who are defeated." Stagshadow was going to say Stumbleknot's name at the end of his statement, but he actually did not know the ThunderClan cat's name. It was not as though Stagshadow particularly needed to, of course?
[/blockquote] (( ^^'' I hope it's okay that I posted, even if this post is a lot of me repeating myself xD'' ))
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Post by Dream on Nov 28, 2010 21:26:25 GMT -5
Dreampaw crept through the trees, leaping from branch to branch. Her moss-smelling fur made sure that the two Clan cats below her could not smell her. She prciked her ears, listening to the RiverClan cat speak. She was furious at the treatment to her Clan and planned to spy on RiverClan and ThunderClan, find out there plans and report to her leader. She stopped moving when a leaf drifted past her nose. A claw shot out and caught so the two cats below her would not have an excuse to look up.
OOC; as I can't find Dreampaw's bio, I don't know if Dreampaw is a boy or a girl so I just guessed. Where can I find it?
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Post by FireFlyDragon on Dec 21, 2010 21:04:40 GMT -5
At his leader’s words the tom moved off, landing from the Great stump with a spasm of his tail and a grimace of pain for his shoulder. Though ShadowClan had surrendered, the battle still lingered, cats only starting to move off while others struggled from their opponent’s grip as they began to flee.
Limping slightly – favoring his forepaw, Marshflight fought his way to where the elders crouched with their guard, eyes wide and fear scent rolling off them in waves. The young warrior was shaken, and as the Deputy approached nearly turned upon the great dark shape before he realized who the other tom was. They didn’t bother with any formalities or apologies, now wasn’t the time, and instead focused on urging the elder cats to their feet and away.
Just as the mottled tom had gotten a smoky gray she-cat up and moving, a small apprentice came barreling into his side, sending the deputy stumbling sideways and the startled elder forward with a yowl. Taken aback, Marshflight could only watch as the young RiverClan she-cat seemed to freeze, mouth dropping before her small form puffed up, spitting aggressively at the injured Deputy.
But Marshflight could smell the fear on her.
Fearing for his own Clan, and more then finished with fighting for the night he flattened his ears as he growled, “It’s over, go back to your kin,” before slipping away to once more join his own Clanmates.
ShadowClan was slow moving as they converged by their torn barrier, Marshflight himself having to encourage a few stubborn individuals to cease battle with some choice, but defeated, words. He hadn’t been able to save his Clan’s home, and although he knew it wasn’t his fault, it didn’t help the heavy ache of his heart.
Passing by the medicine den the Deputy spotted Thornpaw, Skyfire’s apprentice, peering out from the dark tunnel with wide eyes. Gently he murmured for the young cat to grab as many herbs as he could carry; that they’d need as much as they could. It wasn’t as if ThunderClan or RiverClan would allow them to use them here. But at least they could put the remaining herbs to use, Marshflight mused somewhat bitterly. But in reality, he hoped they did; he didn’t want any more cats to die because of this pointless, one-sided battle.
As the weary Clan began to file through the gaping holes of the ferns, Marshflight looked back to see the victorious warriors converge silently, the glints of their eyes quickly growing weak in the light of the rising sun. The warrior code had been severed completely in one night; one night of battle had brought about the defeat of ShadowClan and only a stronger pride in the combined Thunder and RiverClan. And it was so wrong. This was not StarClan’s will, how could it be…?
Few taunts left from the victor’s maws, and in turn little was spoken in return, the battle having more then spoken for both parties. But when the final ShadowClan cat slipped from sight, Marshflight paused, injured shoulder put to rest by a raised forepaw as he turned, voice level as he spoke to the ‘Clan’ behind him with tight lips.
“StarClan does not will pointless bloodshed. Your guilt, if any, rests on your Leader’s shoulders…”
His gaze slowly swept the group of cats, tail flicking in finality before he turned and limped away, taking up the back of his retreating Clan. They were bloodied and exhausted, and some no doubt feeling betrayed, but they weren’t about to give up. Marshflight knew that much.
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Post by Dream on Dec 24, 2010 0:42:46 GMT -5
Dreampaw winced when she examined her deputy's wounds. She longed to call to the warrior, to reassure him that she was going to help the Clan, but she could not give away where she was. She felt torn and wanted to scream.
Fury and pain and frustration battled in her mind, and she went in with the sword of determination and cut them down. Determination filled her mind, and Dreampaw reluctantly turned her head away from Marshflight to the ThunderClan and RiverClan cats below her. Another leaf fluttered by, and she nearly screamed when she flashed out a claw and missed. The bright red leaf fluttered past her and landed lightly on the RiverClanClan cat named Stagshadow's head.
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Post by wolfkitten on Jan 14, 2011 16:04:50 GMT -5
Defeat was bitter in the large Leader's chest. How could this have happened... How could Star Clan have allowed it? Then again what could their ancestors do from so far above them... Sharpstar knew only one thing. He had to get his Clan out of here to somewhere safe... If there was such a place... And away from the battle so that they could heal up and strike back... ShadowClan had lost this battle... But Sharpstar would now allow them to lose the war. They moved swiftly, or at least as swift as they could with the weakened in their group. Thankfully RiverClan and ThunderClan didn't seem murderous and were, for the most part, willing to let the defeated Clan run.
Sharpstar snarled at a few of the cats still fighting. He was tired, but not beaten himself. He launched at a pair of cats, bowling into one that was still holding down one of his own, pinning him for a moment, leaving a sharp bite on his shoulder, hopefully keeping him down until his own Clanmate could manage to go to the group. Sharpstar would do this a few more times in the camp clearing, aiding his own to retreat. He didn't bother to go to the Nursery or Elder's den for he knew and trusted that those he asked to go would get there and do their job well.
His gaze did move to Skyfire's den, however, but he saw his sister weaving her way through the fighting cats toward it. She would aid them. He only hoped they would accept it. Then again how could they not if they saw how fiercely she fought for them... Admiration and love shone in his eyes for that cat... He didn't understand it completely... But he supposed the bond of family surpassed even Clan differences...
Sharpstar looked around his ruined home, pain sharp stabbing in his heart. How... How could this be... And yet as he looked, none of his own were left behind. He would make sure of that.
Nightpaw nodded to her father as he bid her go to the Nursery and make sure those that were there got out alright. She would be sure of that for sure. She was thankfull her father fought off the one who she attacked and engaged, so now she ran full tilt to the Nursery where more of the most vulnerable of their Clan resided. She nodded to the guard of the den and slipped inside without a second look at him. The guard ran off now to help fight off those and help his Clan retreat.
Nightpaw mewed gently to those within and got the nursing mothers on their feet. Thankfully there wasn't many. And she would help to carry the smallest kits as she helped the ShadowClan queens escape and retreat. There were mews of protest from the kits, but Nightpaw murred softly to them, trying to calm their spirits as they moved as quickly as they could through the battles still raging around them. Sure enough things were dying down. It was obvious that her Clan was beaten down... This weighed heavily on Nightpaw... But she vowed silently that this would not be the end... She had to kick those cats in the face for making her Warrior ceremony delayed once again!
Snowpelt made a beeline for the Medicine Cat's den. She knew that they would need help as well. She caught Marshflight's words to Thornpaw, just barely, and moved toward the den eyes inquiring as he looked to the young Apprentice. "Let me help you..." She mewed softly to him, not posing any threat. Sure she smelled very much of WindClan but any allies ShadowClan could find would be helpfull at this time. Snowpelt would be respectful and await answer from the Apprentice, or the Medicine Cat himself if he were around, before gathering and picking up any herbs to carry them toward the place her brother led.
As she awaited an answer, her gaze drifted about the torn camp and a sadness tore through her heart. Her gentle blue eyes met with the eyes of Sharpstar and they saddened for him... She nodded in understanding. He would know that he would always have her aid, even if her Clan would not help. This was still to be seen... But who knew if WindClan would help the cause or not? This was yet to be seen.
Morningpaw hissed and slashed bravely for such a small Apprentice, but her heart wasn't in it... She knew this was all wrong! Why should they be fighting these cats? They never did anything to her or her Clan! Her ears pricked as she heard Sharpstar's yowls of retreat. They were leaving... Good... The fighting could stop! But she ran, her paws carrying her over to her Mentor, Ravenclaw, and stood at his side once more, gazing up at him for a moment, uncertain what to do now. "Is it over sir?" She questioned gently, her voice steady but uncertain.
Tumblestep hadn't moved so much as a pace away from her love, fighting at his side, nudging him to his feet, aiding him in whatever way she could. How dare Duskstar put them in different waves... She couldn't be near him through this entire fight and it bugged her to no end. Soon enough the fight began to break off. The great Sharpstar called a retreat... Yet somehow she couldn't find any joy or satisfaction in this.. It had been wrong. So wrong... But now when she fought in this battle, she fought for Shrubwhisker alone. Not even for her Clan but for him to keep him safe. Ok so she would fight for Rosethorn were she around as well... But for the most part it was only Shrubwhisker she fought for now.
Sharpstar watched as all his Clan filed out of the camp. Their home... Their refuge. Thankfully they all knew this territory extremely well and neither ThunderClan nor RiverClan did... They could find a place to hide and keep moving in their territory. He snarled at a few of the enemy cats that got too close to his retreating Clan, cuffing a few of them if they continued to get close. But before long his Clan had all moved out, the enemies just watching and jeering.
Once all the rest of his Clan was out of the camp, Sharpstar moved swiftly over to Marshflight, head held high as he heard Marshflight's words to the enemy. He would nudge his Deputy gently as if to say it was finished, before moving out at his side. They still had a Clan to lead. They hadn't lost any as far as he knew, but they would have to see when they got to where they were going. For now ShadowClan was defeated... But they would come back stronger as soon as they could... And hopefully with the aid of WindClan. This had to be stopped... It was madness and against the Warrior Code. How could the forest be so turned on it's head... This couldn't continue for long.
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