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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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Post by wolfkitten on Dec 9, 2010 19:30:13 GMT -5
Coldfoot didn't recieve an answer to his question and it angered him... But the answer Spicestar did give made him wonder... Snowpelt and Ravenscar were gone... What if they had not waited to talk to the Leader and gone off by themselves? He recalled Snowpelt talking a little excessively about the wellfare of ShadowClan... Not really enough to arrouse much suspicion, it could be that she was simply worried about the threat of ThunderClan and RiverClan... They had all been at the Gathering... They heard the threats from Duskstar...
Coldfoot narrowed his ice blue gaze as it remained fixated, unblinkingly, on their Leader. He listened to his call and then listened to the emotions of his Clan. Nothing passed the cold, lithe tom's gaze, but finally he lifted his own voice just loud enough to hear, but bearing great weight and seriousness. "What are we to do? Sit here safe in our moor and hope Duskstar doesn't turn his bloodthirsty gaze upon us next? What are we... Cats? Or the mice that we hunt... I am with Spicestar. I say we attack. Not to help ShadowClan but to stop ThunderClan and their StarClan-scorning allies." He nodded as he fell silent, that gaze still fixed upon Spicestar.
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Post by wolfkitten on Nov 5, 2010 20:56:28 GMT -5
Coldfoot surveyed the smaller cat. Sure she was near nine moons but she was still small... He growled inwardly and silently. He had told Spicestar he didn't want a kit underfoot. But over the last day or so she had been doing pretty well... She didn't seem to talk overly much... Though it might be because of the intimidating nature Coldfoot seemed to have... Either way it suited him just fine. He looked her over quietly. She was pretty enough for a young cat. Small and lithe like a WindClanner should be. And the way her mismatched eyes sparkled... They were a beautiful attribute she possessed.
He saw her start with the sound of his voice and a small smile crept across his lips only to be swept away again. He watched her as she scented the air, drawing the winds in to test the scents it offered. He nodded in approval before listening to her singular word. She didn't smell the mice... But that was well enough. He nodded once watching her movements as she dropped into the crouch. He did not do the same for the time being, only watching and judging her position. He moved over and with his tail pressed her haunches down just a little but said nothing. But then he nodded as she indicated where it was with her tail. "Get it." He said simply and would watch her movements with a critical eye.
He approved of how she awaited instruction instead of prancing about like an eager kit... She could be taught. Perhaps Spicestar knew what he was doing afterall. Or perhaps Dapplepaw was simply on her best behavior for now. Either way, Coldfoot was impressed... And yet this wouldn't make it to the she-cat as his eyes betrayed nothing, remaining as cold and critical as ever.
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Post by wolfkitten on Nov 3, 2010 17:39:00 GMT -5
Hmm... Lameclaw poor thing.
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Post by wolfkitten on Nov 3, 2010 16:45:25 GMT -5
Coldfoot was not the best cat to be a Mentor... He was cold, aloof, and he much preffered to be alone. And yet Spicestar had assigned him this small cat to teach the ways of a Warrior. To teach the Warrior code and help her to become an asset to the Clan. It was a new development, and Spicestar thought the young Warrior needed an Apprentice to fill up his time. Great. Thanks Spicestar. But he didn't mind so much, he only hoped this one wouldn't be a nag as so many others he had seen... Today marked their first outing, he wanted to see what natural hunting skill she possessed, and so they were going for a little hunting trip.
The entire time they moved from the Camp, Coldfoot had likely hardly said but a handfull of words. If the she-cat babbled, it was to herself, or a very one sided conversation, possibly earning a nod, or a glance, but not many words from the lithe tom. His tail flicked back and forth as they made their way through the fields of their beloved home. Coldfoot found it very important that the skills of their Apprentices be honed quickly... And that was just what he was going to do.
His voice lifted abruptly, whether or not she had been talking or not. "Taste the air. Tell me what you smell. Listen and tell me what you hear. Do you hear prey nearby?" He watched her and waited for her answer. He heard a rabbit not twenty yards off and a pair of fieldmice scritching about seeking seeds. But he would wait to see if she could detect them. Looking over his Apprentice, Dapplepaw, he would await and judge her abilities with his cold gaze.
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Post by wolfkitten on Nov 3, 2010 16:03:48 GMT -5
Coldfoot flicked his ears as he heard the summons of their Leader. He huffed slightly as he rose his head from where he curled in his nest sleeping. Great... What was their Leader doing calling a meeting at such an ungodly time... He grumbled a bit, and seriously debated on ignoring Spicestar and going back to sleep. Whatever was so important could surely wait until morning... And yet something made his awareness leap to full. He heard the concerned voice of Ghostwalker speak a name that made his blood run cold. Snowpelt... She wasn't in camp? There was fear in Ghostwalker's voice... Yet he could hear no more as his tone dropped into hushed as he continued to speak with their Leader. A quick glance around the Warrior's den confirmed that Snowpelt wasn't there.
Coldfoot leapt to his paws and padded out of his nest and out of the den right toward Spicestar and Ghostwalker. His icy eyes gave away nothing as always, but anxiety rushed through him like the winds of the moor. He shook out his fur as he stood nearby awaiting a pause in their conversation. But before long he couldn't wait any longer. "Where has Snowpelt gone..." He was a cat of few words, and yet the words he did speak tended to be listened to. He awaited an answer, his cool gaze on Ghostwalker alone. Coldfoot didn't connect well to many cats... But there was something about the gentle Snowpelt. Soft and motherly she was... Yet like a mother she would fight fiercely to protect her Clan. Why would they have gone alone like that... Ravenscar and herself. Sure two cats were enough for a small hunting party... But still. He feared for her. She was one of the only cats to see the soft side of Coldfoot...
Coldfoot looked between Ghostwalker and Spicestar, awaiting answer to his question and also to be told what was going on. Spicestar looked very unnerved and the rest of the Clan was following suit, this couldn't be good.
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Post by wolfkitten on Nov 3, 2010 14:38:28 GMT -5
Sorry and what of the other two requests my friend? Are they accepted as well?
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Post by wolfkitten on Oct 26, 2010 16:22:37 GMT -5
Just realized I hadn't posted here... All my kitties are still around though
Tumblestep (She-cat of ThunderClan) Snowpelt (She-cat of WindClan) Morningpaw (She-cat of RiverClan) Sharpstar (Tom of ShadowClan) Nightpaw (She-cat of ShadowClan)
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Post by wolfkitten on Oct 26, 2010 15:14:21 GMT -5
(Eep lol totally forgot about this thread, I'm sorry Snakey! I'll post now though even though the battle is like... Almost done lol <3)
Snowpelt shivered delicately, almost all signs of bravado having drained from her slender form. Images bombarded her mind... Images of her brother and his Clanmates, torn and bleeding... Ruined and beaten... She shook her head a little as she heard Ravenscar's warm words. A feeble smile lifted to her maw and she nodded gently, giving him a slight nuzzle as she stood ready to head back to Camp. "Thank you Ravenscar..."
Yet before they got more than a few paces away, Ravenscar signaled for her to be quiet, and she would duck down in the bush in which she hid as Ravenscar made his way toward another cat that had come into this place. Snowpelt tensed, she smelled of RiverClan. RiverClan was the enemy... What was Ravenscar doing? Well... She trusted Ravenscar... And as he called her forth, paws would move her almost unwillingly out of her refuge. Head was held somewhat high, but not in an aggressive challenging manner, she simply held it at a comfortable level. She watched this other cat warily, but casted a warmer glance to Ravenscar.
She padded over to stand beside Ravenscar before dipping her head to this other she-cat. "Hello..." She would mew softly, her voice tender and brimming with a gentle peace. She glanced again to Ravenscar, uncertain as to what to do now.
(Ahh ok sorry about that.)
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Post by wolfkitten on Oct 25, 2010 16:04:18 GMT -5
Hey, may I pick up Coldfoot of WindClan please?
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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 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 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 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 wolfkitten on Jul 29, 2010 11:16:20 GMT -5
Snowpelt glanced to the side as she saw her Apprentice walking with such heaviness in his paws. Her gaze softened considerably. She knew what had happened to his brother. It couldn't be easy for him. She thought of her own brother and the battles to come, shivering in uncertainty. She couldn't stand to lose him. Sure enough he was a bit more durable than Bearpaw had been... But still... Losing him would be tragic to the young she-cat.
Ears would perk up as she listened to the young cat's question, seeing the tear fall. She moved closer to her Apprentice, stopping her walk and lower her head to nuzzle his shoulder gently in comfort. "I think he is doing well Loudpaw... I believe he is up there right now, watching you... He is with StarClan and I bet they are teaching him to hunt and patrol just as I am teaching you..." She nodded and smiled, a compassion in her eyes. She had something else to do than wallow in her own nerves and upset.
Snowpelt smiled as Loudpaw soon asked, too, of why they were where they were. She casted a glance around the plains and nodded. "I thought we would do a quick patrol today. Then maybe head on over to The Old Tree and get some fighting practice in, if you're up for that." She nodded. "And if we happen to find any prey on the way, more power to us." She tried to keep her voice light, though heaviness kept creeping into her tone.
Snowpelt would stop her paws from walking, though they longed to move quickly to Fourtrees to check ShadowClan's territory for any intruders on their side. But she soon saw Loudpaw stay where he was and even sit, his eyes wet with sadness. Her heart went out to the Apprentice and she would double back and seat herself nearby, nodding just a little. "I know Loudpaw... I know you do... But we cannot question the motives of StarClan... It was his time to join their ranks... And one day you too will join them. But not before you become a wonderful Warrior and aid your Clan to the best of your ability..." She sighed gently and yet a sly look came over her gaze. "Think of the stories you'll be able to tell him when you next see him..."
She needed to get this Apprentice's mind off his brother... Off his sadness... So, the she-cat would suddenly launch herself at her Apprentice, bowling him over with a bulk that was hardly bigger than his, and pinning him on his back, licking his nose a few times in amusement. "Might want to leave that one out." She grinned and batted his ears a few times before moving off and letting him up, her tail snapping in amusement.
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