Mud, Blood, and a Flash Flood

[BEAR.]

Please do not post until your respective Clan leader or deputy has.

ONLY ThunderClan and ShadowClan should be posting here. DO NOT post any outsiders or cats from another Clan. Kits should not be attending the Gathering and should not be posted in this thread. Elders and queens can fight.

The fight will take place outside of Clan territory when ThunderClan and ShadowClan cross paths while heading to Seastones for the gathering.
A verbal argument breaks out between the leaders and deputies and it becomes violent after Passionblaze [ Constellation ] attacks Goldenstar.

Once Passionblaze has started the physical fight, both Clans are welcomed to join in.

Random Squip
.:Blue Wishes:.
Beau

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Goldenstar was padding torwards the gathering, quietly wondering what would be waiting for him there. Dozens of cats, of course, but what would they be like? It was like his first gathering all over again, but with less anxiety over what he would be doing, and more about what the other clans were doing. Shadowclan was still recovering, most of their cats had healed, but they were still recovering. What Daydream had told him continued to echo through his mind. He kept wondering if he had made the right decision, and every pawstep was an hour of thinking. He figured he would get over it soon enough, but every other part of him seemed to say otherwise. There were clouds dotting the sky, ones that usually signified that rain was coming. The leader could only hope that nothing bad would happen.

He felt himself stiffen for a moment, thinking he could smell the scent of Thunderclan, but told himself it was his imagination acting up. Sure, Thunderclan could be coming, but it wasn’t something to get your tail in a twist over. At least, that was what it was like a majority of the time. With the recent battle, every clan seemed turned against each other, and, even on the night of the truce, you never knew what could happen. The Dusk Syndicate had attacked during a truce, so it was obvious some cats weren’t afraid to do it. Continuing to pad torwards seastones, he tried his best to calm down, and put his anxieties away for one night, just to not overthink anything for once.

[Brilliance]

Another gathering...his second one as deputy. Sometimes it was always a little awkward for him because he was a naturally awkward feline. Additionally, he didn’t like crowded areas very much. His muscles may have looked tensed as he awkwardly (tried his best to be confident) trailed along after Snowstar. His head, held high, showing that he still had a little bit of confidence left. One good thing about going to the gathering was the peace it held. No fighting, minimum bickering - most times, and the wonderful knowledge that all cats could make friends with the other clans, without being interrogated about their loyalty. Upon the though, immediately Auroraflame appeared in his mind. Last gathering, he had met her and enjoyed her company. Albeit, it was cut short since the surprised battle with the Syndicate happened.

Hopefully, this gathering will have more of a...chilled vibe. He couldn’t predict what outrageous exclaims Blazingstar or Goldenstar would cause. All of a sudden, Passionblaze’s ginger pelt spiked up, heavily as he realized this gathering was going to be filled with tension. From thunderclan’s smug expressions from their victory, and Windclan’s desperation to prove they were “unbeatable”. What if another fight erupts?Passionblaze loved fighting! It was one of his favorite activities whether it be sparring or play fighting or even a full on battle, but the continuous violence was not something the deputy appreciated.

The familiar scent of Shadowclan wafted into his nose. Wiggling it, and narrowing his eyes he thought he could detect the wily clan. Still slightly bitter over their alliance with Windclan, out of impulsion and reckless thinking he would had stomped over there, but out of obedience and heavy respect for his leader, he trailed alongside her; hackles raised and a steady eye on the opposing clan.

[Charmer]

Morningblue trekked along on the path to the gathering, not far behind Passionblaze. His ears plastered flat against his head involuntarily. If the deputy had only listened to him... If Snowstar had only given him the time of day to make his case for making Riverclan an ally soon. Perhaps Shadowclan would have followed out of feelings of indebtedness to Riverclan for offering them shelter. Perhaps the attack on their camp could have been avoided altogether. There was a reason the tom kept to himself. It seemed no cat listened to him even when he did speak his mind. Now, bitter and irate, not just from this but with his skirmish at the Shadowclan border with that snake-tongued apprentice, Sharppaw, he found himself going to yet another gathering where yet more tension and supposed peace-talk would no doubt stir up new problems. His sister, Jaystorm, was lingering nearby. She had asked to join, made the argument that her kits were old enough to be left alone for the evening with other queens to look after them. He ignored her. He didn't want to hear any more complaints about the battle. He just wanted to get this night over with.

Just then, the rank scent of Shadowclan passed his nostrils. His hackles were up at once. He glanced back at Jaystorm, Sharppaw's threat echoing in his ears...

"Then, I’ll go and kill your little family, with the help of all of ShadowClan."

A growl escaped him as he inched closer to his sister, fighting to keep his claws in as he kept his eyes and ears open for that miserable apprentice.

Aura blue jellie

[Charmer]

king kaleb!

Nightpaw padded along with her clanmates in silence, keeping close to Daydream. The medicine cat had returned the Shadowclan camp after a long, long walk that had started to make Nightpaw worry if her friend was ok. It turned out, she had been right to worry. Daydream had returned to camp about as far from ok as a cat could get, and had shared the horrible truth that Geckoleaf, Juniperpaw's old mentor and Daydream's closest friend... practically a parent, had died at Daydream's paws. Since then, the usually grouchy but soft-hearted cat had been...broken somehow. Nightpaw had been at a loss trying to comfort them. Nothing she said could make this better. She couldn't say or do anything to bring Geckoleaf back, or even stop her friend's pain... As they walked, Nightpaw kept her tail draped over Daydream's back, sparing the occasional worried, sideways glance at the enby as she tried to hold the utter helplessness she felt gnawing away at her insides. Daydream... can't I do anything to help? It's just not fair that this keeps happening to you... I'd fight away your grief with my own claws and teeth if I could. Just then, the scent of Thunderclan caught the young shecat's nose, and she lifted her head, trying to spot then in the dim light. A sudden breeze swept past her face and nearly blew her ears inside out as she did and she squeezed. It smelled like rain was coming.

[Midgefur]

With legs too long for his lean ShadowClan body, Stiltpaw had to take smaller steps to keep in line with his fellow apprentices. It was going to be the young tom's first ever gathering and the thought of seeing so many cats at once gave him butterflies, thought not once did his smile falter the whole walk across the territory.
After a while of focusing on the snow squishing under his toes, the tom glanced around to try and make out what the other apprentices thought of it all. His bright amber eyes stopped on Nightpaw for a moment. Confusion struck him, she looked distressed, and not just like she was nervous about meeting so many cats. Stiltpaw didn't want to get caught staring, but when the gust of wind blew her ears inside out, he couldn't hold back a quick snigger. Oblivious to the scent of ThunderClan lingering in the air, he whipped his head back towards the front of the group and tried to keep a straight face.

[GingaFan2249]

Lightpaw felt nervous. She had no idea how to fight since no one was interested in mentoring her. Poor Lightpaw had learned nothing, and she just stared at all the cats in confusion.

[wolfie]

Snowpaw didn't like this, for once in his lifetime he didn't want to go to the gathering. For him, the gathering was a place for peace. Not from the last gathering, he didn't attend that one luckily. His wounds were still healing while his shoulder would scar his white pelt. He didn't mind. He didn't care. For Starclan's sake he just wish it was over. Snowpaw never want this, no cat want this. Snowstar and Blazingstar should solve this on their own. They did what they had to survive. A small sigh came from him. Why, just why couldn't Riverclan and Shadowclan stay out of this? At least Skyclan had enough brains to. Snowpaw scowled at himself, thinking these thoughts became a regular thing. He felt like his wounds were infected, making his thoughts become sour. He seem to stop in his tracks when he smelled the scent of Shadowclan. His face twisted into a unmiskately worried face. The tensions were high enough as it is. Snowpaw rolled his shoulders, desperate to get to the gathering where the truce was. But what would stop them from another fight for breaking out? The dark thought crept into his head. His claws dug into the ground, trying to settle his breathing before carrying on. Snowpaw needed to block his thoughts. Be emotionless. Yet the tom had so much emotions, the thought of suppressing them just made the emotions more wild.

[Leaf_tail]

Leaftail usually loved Gatherings--it was the only place she could talk with other Clan cats without feeling like she was being disloyal. Today, though, she couldn't imagine anything worse. The battle was still fresh on everyone's minds. Leaftail didn't want to witness the second-hand awkwardness as everyone glared and sniped at one another. Maybe I should have skipped it, she thought fervently to herself.
It wasn't just that, either--the pulled-back ears, the clenched jaws. There's danger in the air.
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Brokencreek padded behind the rest of the ShadowClan cats, his gaze flicking between the cats walking in front him. The scent of ThunderClan wafted by, and he felt a growl form in the back of his throat. Privately, he relished the opportunity of a fight. I'd love to show those ThunderClan cats who won that battle. His gaze scanned the clearing, searching for the unfamiliar faces of ThunderClan cats.

[pomegranate]

Watertail leapt over a branch, her heart racing. The grass was cold, and Watertail relished the chilly air. No one talked in this weather, and the last thing she wanted was to talk to... her. Amberfire was so oblivious! She didn’t care that Watertail disapproved! Or that she wanted to stay close to her. The last thing that compassionate Amberfire cared about was her sister. Tonight was going to be rough, not only just her own bitter squabbles. The clans had just been at war, Why so near to the gathering? Her blue sleek form darted among her clanmates, and her breath misted in the moist atmosphere.
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[Radler]

Mistwing (https://radlers.weebly.com/mistwing.html) padded silently behind Snowstar's entourage, feeling indifferent to the tensions of her clan mates. Mistwing's silver pelt glowed ever so slightly in the tiny amount of moonlight that filtered it's ways through churning clouds. As Mistwing walked, she unsheathed her claws every few steps, sinking them into the cold earth, and wrenching them out with a dull tug. As she glanced around at her clanmates, she couldn't help but wonder what kind of anticipation they felt? Would they want a fight if Shadowclan started one, to avenge the lives they lost in the earlier fight, or had they learned from those mistakes. Even though Thunderclan had been victorious, their unrest was obvious. Owl

Leopardpaw (https://radlers.weebly.com/leopardpaw.html) trotted along at the rear of the throng of cats. This wasn't her first gathering, nor would it be her last in her life, but lost in her own mind, she thought this could hopefully be her last gathering as an apprentice. Leopardpaw made that vow to herself, next time she came she would absolutely be a warrior by them. (Open)

[Owl]

Mistwing (https://radlers.weebly.com/mistwing.html) padded silently behind Snowstar's entourage, feeling indifferent to the tensions of her clan mates. Mistwing's silver pelt glowed ever so slightly in the tiny amount of moonlight that filtered it's ways through churning clouds. As Mistwing walked, she unsheathed her claws every few steps, sinking them into the cold earth, and wrenching them out with a dull tug. As she glanced around at her clanmates, she couldn't help but wonder what kind of anticipation they felt? Would they want a fight if Shadowclan started one, to avenge the lives they lost in the earlier fight, or had they learned from those mistakes. Even though Thunderclan had been victorious, their unrest was obvious. Owl

Leopardpaw (https://radlers.weebly.com/leopardpaw.html) trotted along at the rear of the throng of cats. This wasn't her first gathering, nor would it be her last in her life, but lost in her own mind, she thought this could hopefully be her last gathering as an apprentice. Leopardpaw made that vow to herself, next time she came she would absolutely be a warrior by them. (Open)

Rowanblaze padded beside Mistwing, he walked close enough that their pelts brushed. He nosed her ear, "Are you okay?" He asked, concern laced his deep voice. The russet furred tom stared at her with worried green eyes. He, too, could feel tensions rising as they approached the spot where Thunder met Shadow. If there was one Clan he despised most, it was ShadowClan. ShadowClan cats had an attitude about them and were always like vipers, spitting remarks towards other clans and talking about them. His ears flicked, suddenly his eyes grew hard, serious. If a fight were to break out tonight, he'd defend Mistwing with his life for sure. He wouldn't think twice about protecting the feline he cared most about.

Madness

[Radler]

Rowanblaze padded beside Mistwing, he walked close enough that their pelts brushed. He nosed her ear, "Are you okay?" He asked, concern laced his deep voice. The russet furred tom stared at her with worried green eyes. He, too, could feel tensions rising as they approached the spot where Thunder met Shadow. If there was one Clan he despised most, it was ShadowClan. ShadowClan cats had an attitude about them and were always like vipers, spitting remarks towards other clans and talking about them. His ears flicked, suddenly his eyes grew hard, serious. If a fight were to break out tonight, he'd defend Mistwing with his life for sure. He wouldn't think twice about protecting the feline he cared most about.

Mistwing had already grown used to the comforting feeling of him so close to her side, but stiffended imperceptibly at Rowanblaze's affectionate reassurances. Though she had been feeling increasingly bad over the past moons that she didn't reciprocate his feelings and was essentially just using him, she preferred having him than not having him. But Mistwing knew that was a selfish choice, and not a loving one. She tilted his head towards him as they travelled, the unfamiliar territory beneath their paws not at all as comforting as Thunderclan's land. Mistwing responded in a hushed tone after a few moments of deliberation, "I'm alright, just thinking worst, you know." Mistwing studied the look of determination that flashed over his face and continued, "If Shadowclan and Windclan are prepared for a fight then we are walking right into a trap."

[fresh]

Morningblue trekked along on the path to the gathering, not far behind Passionblaze. His ears plastered flat against his head involuntarily. If the deputy had only listened to him... If Snowstar had only given him the time of day to make his case for making Riverclan an ally soon. Perhaps Shadowclan would have followed out of feelings of indebtedness to Riverclan for offering them shelter. Perhaps the attack on their camp could have been avoided altogether. There was a reason the tom kept to himself. It seemed no cat listened to him even when he did speak his mind. Now, bitter and irate, not just from this but with his skirmish at the Shadowclan border with that snake-tongued apprentice, Sharppaw, he found himself going to yet another gathering where yet more tension and supposed peace-talk would no doubt stir up new problems. His sister, Jaystorm, was lingering nearby. She had asked to join, made the argument that her kits were old enough to be left alone for the evening with other queens to look after them. He ignored her. He didn't want to hear any more complaints about the battle. He just wanted to get this night over with.

Just then, the rank scent of Shadowclan passed his nostrils. His hackles were up at once. He glanced back at Jaystorm, Sharppaw's threat echoing in his ears...

"Then, I’ll go and kill your little family, with the help of all of ShadowClan."

A growl escaped him as he inched closer to his sister, fighting to keep his claws in as he kept his eyes and ears open for that miserable apprentice.

Aura blue jellie
Triumphantly marching with her tail in the air was none other than Jaystorm, prideful at her victory of going to the Gathering despite her brother's protests. She was proud to prove him wrong and was still a little spiteful over the battle and how he'd treated her, but was almost ready to let it go. Almost. Okay, not really. But as long as it never happened again- which it probably would- why have an issue with it?
No, she would never apologize for defending her reputation and pride,
but it was a start for the stubborn silver she-cat. As they trotted towards Seastones, Jaystorm could tell something was off. It was the smell. That scent that she'd dreaded since she'd been attacked in her own home.
ShadowClan.
At once she felt her brother stiffen and inch a little bit closer to her. Hackles lifting, teeth bared slightly, she unsheathed her claws and faced the oncoming Clan with malice in her eyes.

[GingaFan2249]

Lightpaw felt awful after realizing how nervous she was. Her whole body was trembling in fear, and she had no fighting experience being she had no mentor, and possibly no one was interested. Lightpaw remembered when she had killed a badger once all by herself, randomly. Maybe if she could fight badgers, then maybe she could fight cats!

The young, mentorless ShadowClan apprentice glanced at everyone nervously. Surely anyone would be able to take down a small apprentice like her? Taking a deep breath, Lightpaw took in all the scents of different cats, her pads prickling with unease. Maybe she could just tell herself everyone else was just a bunch of mouse-brains, but that wouldn't help. Lightpaw had to help her adopted Clanmates somehow.

[graves]

king kaleb!

Nightpaw padded along with her clanmates in silence, keeping close to Daydream. The medicine cat had returned the Shadowclan camp after a long, long walk that had started to make Nightpaw worry if her friend was ok. It turned out, she had been right to worry. Daydream had returned to camp about as far from ok as a cat could get, and had shared the horrible truth that Geckoleaf, Juniperpaw's old mentor and Daydream's closest friend... practically a parent, had died at Daydream's paws. Since then, the usually grouchy but soft-hearted cat had been...broken somehow. Nightpaw had been at a loss trying to comfort them. Nothing she said could make this better. She couldn't say or do anything to bring Geckoleaf back, or even stop her friend's pain... As they walked, Nightpaw kept her tail draped over Daydream's back, sparing the occasional worried, sideways glance at the enby as she tried to hold the utter helplessness she felt gnawing away at her insides. Daydream... can't I do anything to help? It's just not fair that this keeps happening to you... I'd fight away your grief with my own claws and teeth if I could. Just then, the scent of Thunderclan caught the young shecat's nose, and she lifted her head, trying to spot then in the dim light. A sudden breeze swept past her face and nearly blew her ears inside out as she did and she squeezed. It smelled like rain was coming.
they were hurting. they didnt know what to say or do at this point. they walked with their head close to the ground, letting their gaze go no higher than to see what was infront of them. they could feel nightpaws gaze settling in them. they knew she was worried. they knew she cared. they knew she felt helpless. but so did they. they had no one but her at the moment. they had lost the only cat that they could really call their mother. they walked into the gathering with nightpaw at their side. ever since they had confessed the news she hadnt left their side it seems like. they didnt mind, they ddint want to lose her too, even if it seemed like they were pushing her away. they stayed silent, amber hues focusing on the ground ahead of them, nightpaws tail being the only thing really guiding them. they grew tired. they were tired of losing, and losing, instead of gaining. they felt so lonely. geckoleaf had been their everything, a mother, a friend, a mentor. and all of that was gone. they could still feel how her cold fur felt along their tongue as they groomed her fur. how cold she felt..so lifeless. a cat that once healed a clan, was now dead. no search party, no hassle. its as if she never existed or no one cared. it made them bitter. the moisture of the air flooded their nose. rain. at this point they didnt mind getting their fur wet. after all, what was the point anymore ?

[Casual Scribbles]

The young, mentorless ShadowClan apprentice glanced at everyone nervously. Surely anyone would be able to take down a small apprentice like her? Taking a deep breath, Lightpaw took in all the scents of different cats, her pads prickling with unease. Maybe she could just tell herself everyone else was just a bunch of mouse-brains, but that wouldn't help. Lightpaw had to help her adopted Clanmates somehow.
[May I interact with her?]

[Reverie]

(if anyone wants to have a quarrel hmu. i have Fadeddusk

[GingaFan2249]

Casual Scribbles
Sure.

[Dark Queen]

Lightpaw
Mistpaw trotted up to Lighpaw "Hello Lightpaw" she meowed softly to the plain black apprentice"why are you nervous" Mistpaw asked concerned for her friend.

[Charmer]

they were hurting. they didnt know what to say or do at this point. they walked with their head close to the ground, letting their gaze go no higher than to see what was infront of them. they could feel nightpaws gaze settling in them. they knew she was worried. they knew she cared. they knew she felt helpless. but so did they. they had no one but her at the moment. they had lost the only cat that they could really call their mother. they walked into the gathering with nightpaw at their side. ever since they had confessed the news she hadnt left their side it seems like. they didnt mind, they ddint want to lose her too, even if it seemed like they were pushing her away. they stayed silent, amber hues focusing on the ground ahead of them, nightpaws tail being the only thing really guiding them. they grew tired. they were tired of losing, and losing, instead of gaining. they felt so lonely. geckoleaf had been their everything, a mother, a friend, a mentor. and all of that was gone. they could still feel how her cold fur felt along their tongue as they groomed her fur. how cold she felt..so lifeless. a cat that once healed a clan, was now dead. no search party, no hassle. its as if she never existed or no one cared. it made them bitter. the moisture of the air flooded their nose. rain. at this point they didnt mind getting their fur wet. after all, what was the point anymore ?

"Smells like Thunderclan is around," Nightpaw said softly to the medicine cat. It wasn't as if this were shocking news. They were headed toward the Gathering. Of course other clans were out and about. But she wanted to fill the silence between them, to give Daydream something else to think about if they wanted. She thought about mentioning Juniperpaw or Shinefang in the hopes that Daydream might be excited to see them, but every mental path she took led back to Geckoleaf somehow. Juniperpaw had been Geckoleaf's apprentice and a cat of Riverclan, so that was bound to make them think again. What else was there? Herbs? That was a medicine cat topic too, and one that Nightpaw could hardly keep up with anyway. All roads led back to Geckoleaf somehow. She said something else instead. "I'll be a warrior soon. I passed my assessment a couple days ago... but I'm waiting for Snowpaw to feel better first." Nightpaw didn't expect a response. Only to show that she was there. "It's all thanks to you," she added. It was true. She wouldn't be here if it weren't for Daydream. She wouldn't be alive at all.

[GingaFan2249]

Lightpaw looked over at her friend Mistpaw. "I have no mentor." She answered. "I'm also extremely weak, and anyone could bring me down." Lightpaw quivered, her pads pricking with unease at the thought of an enemy cat lunging at her, cracking her spine and killing her instantly. "I don't think this is a good idea that I joined the battle."

[Dark Queen]

Lightpaw looked over at her friend Mistpaw. "I have no mentor." She answered. "I'm also extremely weak, and anyone could bring me down." Lightpaw quivered, her pads pricking with unease at the thought of an enemy cat lunging at her, cracking her spine and killing her instantly. "I don't think this is a good idea that I joined the battle."
Lightpaw
Mistpaw smiled at her "I'll help you and if you get hurt I'll protect you" she meowed softly to Lightpaw reassuring her that she would be all right

[dionysus]

Constellation
Blue Wishes
(Sorry this is late)
Halfgaze walked slowly behind the group of Shadowclan cats, bringing up the rear. She had started in the front but took the chance halfway towards the gathering to check their numbers and make sure everyone was accounted for. Everyone was still there and Halfgaze walked at the back wondering if she’d been paranoid or silly for the check. The tortoiseshell wasn’t sure why, but she felt oddly worried. The whole day had brought an unsettled feeling upon her and as the deputy marched along and gazed at the overcast sky, she prayed to Starclan that all would go well at the gathering. Reassuring herself that all was well and she was simply being paranoid, Halfgaze trotted back to the front of the line. Just as she reached Goldenstar’s side, a tendril of Thunderclan scent tickled her nose. Her fur started to rise in worry, but she forced it down and turned to Goldenstar to say with a lowered voice, “Do you smell that?” She wouldn’t have brought it up if not for the recent battle involving the two clans.

[graves]

"Smells like Thunderclan is around," Nightpaw said softly to the medicine cat. It wasn't as if this were shocking news. They were headed toward the Gathering. Of course other clans were out and about. But she wanted to fill the silence between them, to give Daydream something else to think about if they wanted. She thought about mentioning Juniperpaw or Shinefang in the hopes that Daydream might be excited to see them, but every mental path she took led back to Geckoleaf somehow. Juniperpaw had been Geckoleaf's apprentice and a cat of Riverclan, so that was bound to make them think again. What else was there? Herbs? That was a medicine cat topic too, and one that Nightpaw could hardly keep up with anyway. All roads led back to Geckoleaf somehow. She said something else instead. "I'll be a warrior soon. I passed my assessment a couple days ago... but I'm waiting for Snowpaw to feel better first." Nightpaw didn't expect a response. Only to show that she was there. "It's all thanks to you," she added. It was true. She wouldn't be here if it weren't for Daydream. She wouldn't be alive at all.
daydreams ears perked at the mention of being a warrior. had they really been missing that much? that they forgot to even ask nightpaw how her life had been going for once? her training? her well being? they had been so caught up in their own selfishness they couldnt see their best friend right infront of them. "Atleast i did something right." the thought made them feel slightly better, even if they didnt show it on the outside. they had nightpaw. and right now, that had to be enough, they had no choice. they took a glance towards her. she had grown so much, basically bigger than daydream at this point. she was going to be a warrior, a true member of this clan. they could remember when she was a scared kittypet who had been attacked by dogs on the brink of death. and now she was here, living through battles and training. daydream was so proud of her. "Im proud of you." they mewed softly, looking up at her this time. that was the most theyve spoken for days it seemed. but they were, they were proud of their nightpaw.

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Constellation
Blue Wishes
(Sorry this is late)
Halfgaze walked slowly behind the group of Shadowclan cats, bringing up the rear. She had started in the front but took the chance halfway towards the gathering to check their numbers and make sure everyone was accounted for. Everyone was still there and Halfgaze walked at the back wondering if she’d been paranoid or silly for the check. The tortoiseshell wasn’t sure why, but she felt oddly worried. The whole day had brought an unsettled feeling upon her and as the deputy marched along and gazed at the overcast sky, she prayed to Starclan that all would go well at the gathering. Reassuring herself that all was well and she was simply being paranoid, Halfgaze trotted back to the front of the line. Just as she reached Goldenstar’s side, a tendril of Thunderclan scent tickled her nose. Her fur started to rise in worry, but she forced it down and turned to Goldenstar to say with a lowered voice, “Do you smell that?” She wouldn’t have brought it up if not for the recent battle involving the two clans.

Goldenstar had become aware of the Thunderclan scent long before Halfgaze had pointed it out, but he didn’t flinch and tell the entire clan. One, because they probably had all scented it anyways, and two, because he didn’t want to start anything. The gathering was important, he just wanted to make it there on time. Saying that, if Thunderclan still wanted a fight, he would give them one. Glancing over at Halfgaze, he nodded, “I can, don’t start anything,” he murmured. Glancing up at the sky, he was relieved to see the moon still there, despite the many clouds. Starclan was still allowing the gathering to go on, so nothing bad had happened yet. Glancing around for Thunderclan’s patrol, he decided not to become paranoid, and walked normally, telling himself that if Thunderclan wanted a battle, they could pick it, he wasn’t starting it.

[Casual Scribbles]

Lightpaw smelled the air. "ThunderClan." She repeated quietly. She looked over at Mistpaw. "Promise you'll protect me, okay?" Lightpaw asked, half-teasing.
Frostedflight trotted up to the apprentices, one of which he knew had no mentor. "Lightpaw," he meowed briskly in greeting, "Mistpaw," he dipped his head to them both. "Do not attack unless we are provoked. No need to further the tension between us all." Now he turned to the untrained apprentice. "If you remember play-fighting as a kit, do what you did then, but with your claws unsheathed. You will be fine."

[Owl]

Mistwing had already grown used to the comforting feeling of him so close to her side, but stiffended imperceptibly at Rowanblaze's affectionate reassurances. Though she had been feeling increasingly bad over the past moons that she didn't reciprocate his feelings and was essentially just using him, she preferred having him than not having him. But Mistwing knew that was a selfish choice, and not a loving one. She tilted his head towards him as they travelled, the unfamiliar territory beneath their paws not at all as comforting as Thunderclan's land. Mistwing responded in a hushed tone after a few moments of deliberation, "I'm alright, just thinking worst, you know." Mistwing studied the look of determination that flashed over his face and continued, "If Shadowclan and Windclan are prepared for a fight then we are walking right into a trap."

Rowanblaze's hackles rose as the stench of ShadowClan reached his nostrils. His eyes narrowed, claws unsheathing slowly as he walked. "Well, if this is a trap, Mistwing...I won't go a coward. I'll fight to protect those in my clan before I run away." The russet tom had grown serious, different than his playful, loving side. His hair stood on end, body prickling with anticipation. He didn't like ShadowClan, not one bit. However, the tom never picked a fight unless someone came at him first. Of course, he would fling himself into battle to protect another or prevent another from attacking his clan mates, but he'd never purposefully start a fight. "Let's just get this night over with." His eyes lowered as he padded closer to Mistwing, pelts brushing a lot more than before. He was worried for her safety and Wolfhearts, wherever she was at the moment.

[GingaFan2249]

Lightpaw exchanged a glance with Mistpaw for a moment in amazement. "This is really cool!" She whispered. "I feel like a hawk looking down on its prey!"
DarkLeaf

[vellichor]

Triumphantly marching with her tail in the air was none other than Jaystorm, prideful at her victory of going to the Gathering despite her brother's protests. She was proud to prove him wrong and was still a little spiteful over the battle and how he'd treated her, but was almost ready to let it go. Almost. Okay, not really. But as long as it never happened again- which it probably would- why have an issue with it?
No, she would never apologize for defending her reputation and pride,
but it was a start for the stubborn silver she-cat. As they trotted towards Seastones, Jaystorm could tell something was off. It was the smell. That scent that she'd dreaded since she'd been attacked in her own home.
ShadowClan.
At once she felt her brother stiffen and inch a little bit closer to her. Hackles lifting, teeth bared slightly, she unsheathed her claws and faced the oncoming Clan with malice in her eyes.
Morningblue trekked along on the path to the gathering, not far behind Passionblaze. His ears plastered flat against his head involuntarily. If the deputy had only listened to him... If Snowstar had only given him the time of day to make his case for making Riverclan an ally soon. Perhaps Shadowclan would have followed out of feelings of indebtedness to Riverclan for offering them shelter. Perhaps the attack on their camp could have been avoided altogether. There was a reason the tom kept to himself. It seemed no cat listened to him even when he did speak his mind. Now, bitter and irate, not just from this but with his skirmish at the Shadowclan border with that snake-tongued apprentice, Sharppaw, he found himself going to yet another gathering where yet more tension and supposed peace-talk would no doubt stir up new problems. His sister, Jaystorm, was lingering nearby. She had asked to join, made the argument that her kits were old enough to be left alone for the evening with other queens to look after them. He ignored her. He didn't want to hear any more complaints about the battle. He just wanted to get this night over with.

Just then, the rank scent of Shadowclan passed his nostrils. His hackles were up at once. He glanced back at Jaystorm, Sharppaw's threat echoing in his ears...

"Then, I’ll go and kill your little family, with the help of all of ShadowClan."

A growl escaped him as he inched closer to his sister, fighting to keep his claws in as he kept his eyes and ears open for that miserable apprentice.

Aura blue jellie
’Stupid ThunderClanner. I just want to take my claws down his throat, and watch the light die from his eyes... yes. Or better yet, cripple the fox-heart, watch him beg for mercy. Kill him anyway.’ Sharppaw fumed silently, his ego knocked down a few notches from the border fight. He followed the rest of ShadowClan, a scowl curling on his muzzle. He hated running from a fight more than being beaten. It was indignifying. It was humiliating. It was... infuriating. It made him want more than ever to make Morningblue suffer. Then, a putrid scent swamped his nose. ‘ThunderClan.’ He looked around for Morningblue, pinning his ears back.

[Radler]

Rowanblaze's hackles rose as the stench of ShadowClan reached his nostrils. His eyes narrowed, claws unsheathing slowly as he walked. "Well, if this is a trap, Mistwing...I won't go a coward. I'll fight to protect those in my clan before I run away." The russet tom had grown serious, different than his playful, loving side. His hair stood on end, body prickling with anticipation. He didn't like ShadowClan, not one bit. However, the tom never picked a fight unless someone came at him first. Of course, he would fling himself into battle to protect another or prevent another from attacking his clan mates, but he'd never purposefully start a fight. "Let's just get this night over with." His eyes lowered as he padded closer to Mistwing, pelts brushing a lot more than before. He was worried for her safety and Wolfhearts, wherever she was at the moment.

Something in Mistwing stirred when she saw Shadowclan cats slip from the shadows and she scanned their faces. Much like her own clan, cats wore expressions of hostility, apprehension and fear. Mistwing searched the throng of Thunderclan cats for Snowstar as a wave of unease washed over them. She was curious to see how the leader would react, but she realized with a chill it had grown so dark that she could barely tell her clanmates apart. Mistwing looked up to the sky and stiffened for a moment. It was Rowanblaze's warmth pressed into her side that regained her attention, she turned to look at the now serious tom and gestures with her nose to the moon, which had heavy clouds threatening to close in on it. She mewed in a hushed tone, "That can't be good."

[Tundra]

Skyfeather stalked around at the edge of the patrol. He flattened his ears and glared at ShadowClan.
If the knew what's best they'd back off. He unsheathed his claws and let out a low growl.
~°~
Dusktalon lifted a paw and laughed.
Stupid ThunderClan. They should just mind their own business, because someone will get hurt! She narrowed her eyes as a evil smirk formed on her face.

[Casual Scribbles]

Frostedflight watched the apprentices scramble up into the trees and rokled his eyes. There was no guaruntee that ThunderClan would attack. It was a gathering. However, there was no guaruntee that they wouldn't . He tensed, watching to see what Goldenstar would do.

[.:Virgo:.]

Frostedflight watched the apprentices scramble up into the trees and rokled his eyes. There was no guaruntee that ThunderClan would attack. It was a gathering. However, there was no guaruntee that they wouldn't . He tensed, watching to see what Goldenstar would do.
Ravenflight and Darkblossom shivered and were huddled together near Frostedflight

[ShiningFern]

Snarlfang scented the Thunderclanners before he saw them. The golden-ginger tom raised his tail to alert any cats behind him who may not have noticed. He flicked his gaze quickly to Halfgaze and Goldenstar, wondering if they'd say anything or not. The tom widened his stance just in case, preparing himself for the worst. However, it was a gathering night, and everyone was supposed to honor the truce. He wiggled his nose, the side of his jaw with his snaggletooth wrinkling up. Those mangy Thunderclan cats better not try anything. They always put their paws where they aren't needed. The 28 moon old tom shook his head slightly and looked at his fellow clanmates,
wondering what his patrol would do next.

Open

[dionysus]

Goldenstar had become aware of the Thunderclan scent long before Halfgaze had pointed it out, but he didn’t flinch and tell the entire clan. One, because they probably had all scented it anyways, and two, because he didn’t want to start anything. The gathering was important, he just wanted to make it there on time. Saying that, if Thunderclan still wanted a fight, he would give them one. Glancing over at Halfgaze, he nodded, “I can, don’t start anything,” he murmured. Glancing up at the sky, he was relieved to see the moon still there, despite the many clouds. Starclan was still allowing the gathering to go on, so nothing bad had happened yet. Glancing around for Thunderclan’s patrol, he decided not to become paranoid, and walked normally, telling himself that if Thunderclan wanted a battle, they could pick it, he wasn’t starting it.
Halfgaze was aware that everyone on the patrol was fully capable of recognizing Thunderclan scent. She knew that Goldenstar must have smelled it. However, the presence of another clan they they’d recent fought put the tortoiseshell on edge. She wanted to gauge the leader’s reaction and see if he was as concerned as her. She nodded to his response and faced forward again, trying to stop herself from looking around for the other clan. Halfgaze didn’t think that she had actually alerted him to their presence, but now he knew that she knew.

[Charmer]

daydreams ears perked at the mention of being a warrior. had they really been missing that much? that they forgot to even ask nightpaw how her life had been going for once? her training? her well being? they had been so caught up in their own selfishness they couldnt see their best friend right infront of them. "Atleast i did something right." the thought made them feel slightly better, even if they didnt show it on the outside. they had nightpaw. and right now, that had to be enough, they had no choice. they took a glance towards her. she had grown so much, basically bigger than daydream at this point. she was going to be a warrior, a true member of this clan. they could remember when she was a scared kittypet who had been attacked by dogs on the brink of death. and now she was here, living through battles and training. daydream was so proud of her. "Im proud of you." they mewed softly, looking up at her this time. that was the most theyve spoken for days it seemed. but they were, they were proud of their nightpaw.

Much to Nightpaw's surprise, they did reply. While she wasn't thrilled at how the first words seemed to have a cutting edge to the enby, she clearly heard Daydream say that they were proud. She smiled softly, hope rising at seeing just this little bit of engagement from her dear friend. "Thank you. It's been a journey." There had been many twists and turns in Nightpaw's life as a clancat. She'd made friends, she'd learned, she'd lost, she'd fought. And through it all, she had come to love Shadowclan and the forest, and the life the warriors of the clans lived. Daydream had seen her through it all, as a caretaker, a friend, even a mentor or sorts at points when she gave her her first battle training after her first mentor stopped training her. In spite of all the hardship Daydream had suffered, they'd always found time for Nightpaw. She didn't think she could ever pay them back. But at least she could be there for them. She butted her head into Daydream's neck as they walked. "Not as proud as I am of you," she countered, adding in her own mind, I'm here...

[Casual Scribbles]

Ravenflight and Darkblossom shivered and were huddled together near Frostedflight

Frostedflight glanced at the warriors huddled at his side. He brushed them with his tail comfortingly. "Don't be scared. Surely ThunderClan will not attack on the night of the truce."

[Charmer]

’Stupid ThunderClanner. I just want to take my claws down his throat, and watch the light die from his eyes... yes. Or better yet, cripple the fox-heart, watch him beg for mercy. Kill him anyway.’ Sharppaw fumed silently, his ego knocked down a few notches from the border fight. He followed the rest of ShadowClan, a scowl curling on his muzzle. He hated running from a fight more than being beaten. It was indignifying. It was humiliating. It was... infuriating. It made him want more than ever to make Morningblue suffer. Then, a putrid scent swamped his nose. ‘ThunderClan.’ He looked around for Morningblue, pinning his ears back.


blue jellie

Morningblue kept close to his sister, his tail giving an angry lash as he kept his jaws parted. The piney, rotten scent of Shadowclan was growing stronger as they kept on. Everything he knew about warrior life told him this apprentice wouldn't dare touch another clan cat at a gathering. His mentor and his leader would have his mangy pelt for bedding. But he was taking no chances. He didn't trust this apprentice as far as a badger could fly. He glanced at Jaystorm again, the worry in his eye masked with determination and anger. "Stay close to me," he ordered under his breath as they moved. She could gripe about his protectiveness all she liked. She may be in danger and he wasn't about to have her hurt. Not now, not ever, and especially not by some honorless little Shadowclan foxheart.

[.:Virgo:.]

Casual Scribbles Dark blossom
Hey guys you don't wanna attack from above?" She whispered to him from above "It'll be fun" She said smiling at them gently.
Darkblossom heard lightpaw and looked up at him her gentle green eyes looking at him.



Frostedflight glanced at the warriors huddled at his side. He brushed them with his tail comfortingly. "Don't be scared. Surely ThunderClan will not attack on the night of the truce."
"Let's hope...." Darkblossom said shivering and thinking of her sister in star clan. Adder paw? If you can hear my thoughts, I really miss you.she prayed silently to star clan that hawkkit was ok and to her sister who was killed in a past battle with thunderclan.

[Barnabas]

. 2018 Okapi

Heatherdream looked at all the fighting cats looking for Monarchstep to tell him something important. She played the tom just like she had wanted to do, but she didn't show any sign of it. Heatherdream didn't feel anything for the tom nor did she care if she would hurt his feelings.

[Brilliance]

Passionblaze continued to walk, raising his head high to make sure his clan noticed how confident he was. A confident authority figure caused less worries, and more prideful balance of confident cats trailing behind him. As they continued onto the gathering, Passionblaze, from the corner of his eye, made out the figures of the neighboring clan. Based on their scent, he immediately knew it was Shadowclan. Passionblaze shouldn't be focused on them so much, so he kept his gaze ahead. Getting to the gathering was much more important -- another glance -- what caused them to help Windclan -- nope. Focus. -- Another glance -- still a little sullen about the recent battle. Though Thunderclan had won. This was a victory he should be embracing and happy about...but the thought; the knowledge of knowing what happened. Snowstar should had been there. Passionblaze knew she would lead the clan to Seastones with no problems. She'd ignore that Shadowclan was even there. However, Passionblaze was not Snowstar. Not one inch of him was anything like her. A little high-strung, when they got to a certain point that he could see the leader, Goldenstar, Passionblaze narrowed his eyes. Talking to him wasn't...a bad idea, was it? Just to talk. Passionblaze didn't think there was any harm in that, so he padded a bit closer to Shadowclan, staying in his own boundaries, in front of his own clan so he could greet the other cat. ''Goldenstar.'' Passionblaze was always polite, the courtesy in his voice a genuine feel. Yet, the thoughts in his head leaning more towards a bitterness. He wanted answers. He deserved that, at least. Then, flicking his gaze to Halfgaze, he bowed his head. ''Halfgaze.'' Shadowclan leader and deputy together. He must had been mousebrained to approach them without Snowstar, but Passionblaze was determined to get answers. He wasn't afraid. he was far from being afraid.

.:Blue Wishes:.
Beau

[:blue:]

Passionblaze continued to walk, raising his head high to make sure his clan noticed how confident he was. A confident authority figure caused less worries, and more prideful balance of confident cats trailing behind him. As they continued onto the gathering, Passionblaze, from the corner of his eye, made out the figures of the neighboring clan. Based on their scent, he immediately knew it was Shadowclan. Passionblaze shouldn't be focused on them so much, so he kept his gaze ahead. Getting to the gathering was much more important -- another glance -- what caused them to help Windclan -- nope. Focus. -- Another glance -- still a little sullen about the recent battle. Though Thunderclan had won. This was a victory he should be embracing and happy about...but the thought; the knowledge of knowing what happened. Snowstar should had been there. Passionblaze knew she would lead the clan to Seastones with no problems. She'd ignore that Shadowclan was even there. However, Passionblaze was not Snowstar. Not one inch of him was anything like her. A little high-strung, when they got to a certain point that he could see the leader, Goldenstar, Passionblaze narrowed his eyes. Talking to him wasn't...a bad idea, was it? Just to talk. Passionblaze didn't think there was any harm in that, so he padded a bit closer to Shadowclan, staying in his own boundaries, in front of his own clan so he could greet the other cat. ''Goldenstar.'' Passionblaze was always polite, the courtesy in his voice a genuine feel. Yet, the thoughts in his head leaning more towards a bitterness. He wanted answers. He deserved that, at least. Then, flicking his gaze to Halfgaze, he bowed his head. ''Halfgaze.'' Shadowclan leader and deputy together. He must had been mousebrained to approach them without Snowstar, but Passionblaze was determined to get answers. He wasn't afraid. he was far from being afraid.

.:Blue Wishes:.
Beau


Beau

Goldenstar quietly tried to ignore Thunderclan, glancing at Halfgaze every few moments to make sure she was as well. Glancing at Thunderclan, he could tell the cats were drawing a little closer, particularly Passionblaze. Either Snowstar was ill, or Passion was the new leader. Well, he could find out at the gathering. Maybe Passion could end all this battling between the clans. A flicker of hope ignited in his chest, though it was quickly vanished as Golden’s thoughts turned to the battle, and how Thunderclan might be bitter about it. Why would Thunderclan be bitter? He didn’t know, they had won after all. Taking his perception of Thunderclan getting closer as just paranoia until a voice filled his ears, and he looked over to see Passionblaze. “Passionblaze,” his voice was calm, not exactly wanting to pick a battle. Dipping his head in a respectful way. Tensions or not, he didn’t want to be the rude one, the reason the battle had happened. Maybe that had happened for the last battle, but now he wasn’t picking a fight without reason.

(( sorry it’s a bit short, i’m really tired right now ))

[Dark Queen]

"Frostedflight, there was said to be an attack!" Lightpaw snapped. "Look at the ThunderClan cats!" She pointed to the uneasy and hissing cats.
Lightpaw
Mistpaw crouched down onto the branch "PassionBlaze seems so calm but so does Goldenatar" she said to Lightpaw

[dionysus]

@Beau (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=114)
Goldenstar quietly tried to ignore Thunderclan, glancing at Halfgaze every few moments to make sure she was as well. Glancing at Thunderclan, he could tell the cats were drawing a little closer, particularly Passionblaze. Either Snowstar was ill, or Passion was the new leader. Well, he could find out at the gathering. Maybe Passion could end all this battling between the clans. A flicker of hope ignited in his chest, though it was quickly vanished as Golden’s thoughts turned to the battle, and how Thunderclan might be bitter about it. Why would Thunderclan be bitter? He didn’t know, they had won after all. Taking his perception of Thunderclan getting closer as just paranoia until a voice filled his ears, and he looked over to see Passionblaze. “Passionblaze,” his voice was calm, not exactly wanting to pick a battle. Dipping his head in a respectful way. Tensions or not, he didn’t want to be the rude one, the reason the battle had happened. Maybe that had happened for the last battle, but now he wasn’t picking a fight without reason.

(( sorry it’s a bit short, i’m really tired right now ))

Constellation
Halfgaze may have been nervous on the inside, but her exterior was as cool and collected as ever. Not a single hair bristled after she'd flattened them earlier. Her eyes roamed the grass ahead, flicking over to the side to look for Thunderclan without letting that cats behind her know what she was doing. Each pawstep fell evenly and calmly; the deputy's movements were never jerky, instead exuding calm and confidence. Finally, her blue and green eyes caught sight of Passionblaze nearing them. The realization that Snowstar was nowhere to be found worried Halfgaze. The deputy knew Passionblaze better than most of the cats in his own clan, she assumed, and she knew that his name fit him perfectly. Passionblaze was a passionate cat, and it was unlikely that he had forgotten about the recent battle. Guilt washed over Halfgaze as she thought of just how she knew so much about him but she mentally shook it away. That part of her life had ended moons ago, when she became deputy. The Thunderclan deputy's voice brought her back from her thoughts and Halfgaze gave a nod, "Passionblaze." Her voice was just as calm as her body language and she made sure to sound polite. After returning Passionblaze's greeting, Halfgaze kept her eyes forward and continued walking as if she couldn't feel the tension in the air.

[Blueberry]

(Great StarClan am I ever late!)
Morningscar looked at the cats around him. He knew that soon every cat would be able to smell how nervous he was. He padded along quietly.
~
Larkpaw looked around she saw Morningscar walking alone so Larkpaw padded up to him.

[NightWarrior4Life]

CottonFlower fled and his under a nearby bush. She usually wouldn't be out here alone but CloverCarnation was ill so she had to. It was a bit of a relief actually, not being bossed around by her mate for more than a few heartbeats. I just got lucky that's all...
Both their families were very traditional meaning the toms were stronger and did hunting and fighting more often. The she-cats were perceived as weak and were expected to be submissive and were forced to be nursery queens. CottonFlower was a little more fiesty, though, when she wasn't around her family.
But now a fight had broken out between ShadowClan and ThunderClan and the Maine coon felt helpless and humiliated. This is ridiculous...sort yourselves out you whining flea-brains! the grey and cream molly desperately wanted to help but continued to cower out of sight.
OPEN

[Mango]

. 2018 Okapi

Heatherdream looked at all the fighting cats looking for Monarchstep to tell him something important. She played the tom just like she had wanted to do, but she didn't show any sign of it. Heatherdream didn't feel anything for the tom nor did she care if she would hurt his feelings.
(I thought the fight part hasn’t started?)
Monarchstep walked alongside Heatherdream to be kind and be himself, he didn’t know why she looked like her was so desperate to speak to him in her eyes, but he still came over to her curiousity burning in his eyes.

[Reverie]

2018 Okapi

Do you want to start Forestember v Chameleon or..?)

[Mango]

2018 Okapi

Do you want to start Forestember v Chameleon or..?)
(I don’t think the fight has started)

[Brilliance]

Constellation
Halfgaze may have been nervous on the inside, but her exterior was as cool and collected as ever. Not a single hair bristled after she'd flattened them earlier. Her eyes roamed the grass ahead, flicking over to the side to look for Thunderclan without letting that cats behind her know what she was doing. Each pawstep fell evenly and calmly; the deputy's movements were never jerky, instead exuding calm and confidence. Finally, her blue and green eyes caught sight of Passionblaze nearing them. The realization that Snowstar was nowhere to be found worried Halfgaze. The deputy knew Passionblaze better than most of the cats in his own clan, she assumed, and she knew that his name fit him perfectly. Passionblaze was a passionate cat, and it was unlikely that he had forgotten about the recent battle. Guilt washed over Halfgaze as she thought of just how she knew so much about him but she mentally shook it away. That part of her life had ended moons ago, when she became deputy. The Thunderclan deputy's voice brought her back from her thoughts and Halfgaze gave a nod, "Passionblaze." Her voice was just as calm as her body language and she made sure to sound polite. After returning Passionblaze's greeting, Halfgaze kept her eyes forward and continued walking as if she couldn't feel the tension in the air.


The tension in the air went unnoticed to Passionblaze. He kept a steady gaze on Goldenstar to Halfgaze. “I don’t mean to cut your trip short,” He cleared his throat, eyeing the shadowclan’s Leader. Still with great courtesy, despite soaking in a solemn expression. Passionblaze shouldn’t had stopped them from traveling to The gathering in the first place. It was his first time leading the cats to the destination and he stopped because he wanted answers. It was a good opportunity to confront them here because if it would had been at the gathering; it would had been way worse. He wasn’t a vindictive cat, at all. He didn’t like violence. Passionblaze was not named in vain. He was a passionate cat; about his clan, about his home, about his family. So, if anyone harmed them — don’t be surprised if the dark ginger tom looked ready to cause havoc. “I just have questions,” he continued, glancing from Goldenstar to Halfgaze, who returned her gaze to looking forward. Which was probably good because Passionblaze didn’t even realize that his glare was intense. His entire form was well-mannered, displaying a simple regal appeal. “I hope you don’t mind me asking but Shadowclan’s part in the battle...I know Shadowclan warriors can be a bit wily and all, but I don’t know what caused you to join Windclan to defeat us — my bad, to try and defeat us.” Though Passionblaze was always kind to whoever cat he met, that didn’t stop him from being boyish, coming off as a bit immature like an apprentice who perfected a battle move faster than his comrades. So, the victory of Thunderclan was still a joy to soak in to Passionblaze. “I genuinely want to know. I didn’t think the two of you were friends,” referring to Goldenstar and Blazingstar, “It wasn’t even Shadowclan’s battle! Do you have a reason - at all?” His voice never rose. It was always deep, almost eerily calm as he talked to the Shadowclan leader and deputy. No doubt, Passionblaze wanted peace like them. This all should had been buried, but he didn’t find it fair to attack a clan by surprise — in their camp, where their kits, queens, and elders enjoy peace and safety. To him, even if they won, it just...wasn’t fair.

.:Blue Wishes:.

[Reverie]

The slick form of Forestember entered the camp where she saw other cats, so she wasn't alone? The feline moved swiftly among the other cats, chewing on her lip. She didn't really know why many were grouped here, but she just went with it. Her breath hitched, and she sat down. She thought for a moment, what it would be like if ShadowClan had won, had come out victorious, and her ears perked, tail curling around her as if it were a jacket trying to keep her warm. Her head dipped, and she exhaled. Her head angled back, to the other cats. She should talk to them, make communication, make them see she wasn't crazy. As fun as that sounded, she didn't want to risk it, y'know, the whole talking thing. A torn ear flicked. Her hyperdontic jaws moved back and forth like a cricket's wings, the sheer green like a curtain, draping over the black of night. She sighed again, not wanting to get up. Lazy, she thought, wasn't the right word, annoyed, rather. She let out a low hiss, her blue eyes still on her paws, etched in scars as though they were a chalkboard. This, she thought, was going to be a good day.

(OPEN)

[pomegranate]

Watertail leapt over a branch, her heart racing. The grass was cold, and Watertail relished the chilly air. No one talked in this weather, and the last thing she wanted was to talk to... her. Amberfire was so oblivious! She didn’t care that Watertail disapproved! Or that she wanted to stay close to her. The last thing that compassionate Amberfire cared about was her sister. Tonight was going to be rough, not only just her own bitter squabbles. The clans had just been at war, Why so near to the gathering? Her blue sleek form darted among her clanmates, and her breath misted in the moist atmosphere.
———


()

Watertail heard murmuring from the leaders of the group. The scent of Shadowclan was strong, they were close by. Watertail tossed her head angrily. They allied on the wrong side, She hissed inwardly. Thunderclan had prevailed, thank Starclan, but bristled fur was definitely a negative. If Shadowclan so much as looked at her or her clanmates, she would walk right over and claw out their eyes. Filthy foxhearts. Passionblaze was meowing at Goldenstar as the two clans walked amongst themselves, backs arched and flanks heaving. She felt worry pick among her agile form, and realized that her hackles were rising.

(Open

[graves]

Much to Nightpaw's surprise, they did reply. While she wasn't thrilled at how the first words seemed to have a cutting edge to the enby, she clearly heard Daydream say that they were proud. She smiled softly, hope rising at seeing just this little bit of engagement from her dear friend. "Thank you. It's been a journey." There had been many twists and turns in Nightpaw's life as a clancat. She'd made friends, she'd learned, she'd lost, she'd fought. And through it all, she had come to love Shadowclan and the forest, and the life the warriors of the clans lived. Daydream had seen her through it all, as a caretaker, a friend, even a mentor or sorts at points when she gave her her first battle training after her first mentor stopped training her. In spite of all the hardship Daydream had suffered, they'd always found time for Nightpaw. She didn't think she could ever pay them back. But at least she could be there for them. She butted her head into Daydream's neck as they walked. "Not as proud as I am of you," she countered, adding in her own mind, I'm here...
she was proud of them? for what? they had done nothing to deserve that affection. they did nothing. and that was the problem. they did nothing when they lost cricketpaw. they did nothing when they lost geckoleaf. they were tired of not doing anything, frustrated even with themselves to be specific. they didnt want to lose nightpaw too. the last time there was a gathering daydream had almost lost their life for the millionth time, not to mention the battle. even if there was a truce between them, you couldnt be too careful. so they accepted the affection, drawing their muzzle on this side of nightpaws face to nuzzle it gently. they were hurting. but they had her. thats all they had left, the closest thing to family they would ever have. they wouldnt push her away, too. they intertwined their tail with hers, a silent thank you.

[:blue:]

The tension in the air went unnoticed to Passionblaze. He kept a steady gaze on Goldenstar to Halfgaze. “I don’t mean to cut your trip short,” He cleared his throat, eyeing the shadowclan’s Leader. Still with great courtesy, despite soaking in a solemn expression. Passionblaze shouldn’t had stopped them from traveling to The gathering in the first place. It was his first time leading the cats to the destination and he stopped because he wanted answers. It was a good opportunity to confront them here because if it would had been at the gathering; it would had been way worse. He wasn’t a vindictive cat, at all. He didn’t like violence. Passionblaze was not named in vain. He was a passionate cat; about his clan, about his home, about his family. So, if anyone harmed them — don’t be surprised if the dark ginger tom looked ready to cause havoc. “I just have questions,” he continued, glancing from Goldenstar to Halfgaze, who returned her gaze to looking forward. Which was probably good because Passionblaze didn’t even realize that his glare was intense. His entire form was well-mannered, displaying a simple regal appeal. “I hope you don’t mind me asking but Shadowclan’s part in the battle...I know Shadowclan warriors can be a bit wily and all, but I don’t know what caused you to join Windclan to defeat us — my bad, to try and defeat us.” Though Passionblaze was always kind to whoever cat he met, that didn’t stop him from being boyish, coming off as a bit immature like an apprentice who perfected a battle move faster than his comrades. So, the victory of Thunderclan was still a joy to soak in to Passionblaze. “I genuinely want to know. I didn’t think the two of you were friends,” referring to Goldenstar and Blazingstar, “It wasn’t even Shadowclan’s battle! Do you have a reason - at all?” His voice never rose. It was always deep, almost eerily calm as he talked to the Shadowclan leader and deputy. No doubt, Passionblaze wanted peace like them. This all should had been buried, but he didn’t find it fair to attack a clan by surprise — in their camp, where their kits, queens, and elders enjoy peace and safety. To him, even if they won, it just...wasn’t fair.

.:Blue Wishes:.


Beau

Goldenstar listened to Passionblaze, thought parts of him were asking if he really needed to answer his questions. Didn't they win? Wasn't that enough? He didn't know how winning a battle as leader felt yet, and, although he wanted to feel that, he didn't want to be sour about losing either, if that made any sense. He didn't say anything, wanting that to be a sign to Passion that he wasn't interested, but he obviously didn't care, as the deputy continued to speak. Golden was amazed how some cats could hold a grudge like this, but continued to let Passion speak. He didn't want to pick a fight, even if it seemed like he really should have. He was getting better at holding those types of impulses. "Blazingstar and I aren't exactly friends," he said, keeping a calm tone in his voice. "And while we didn't have the same reasons for attacking, I did have my own reasons for attacking" he said, "I just don't think you need to know them," he murmuquietlye quiety stood his ground, glancing at Halfgaze, before looking back at Passion.

[dionysus]

Conserving space



Conserving space


Halfgaze wondered silently why Passionblaze felt the need to stop Shadowclan from proceeding. As far as she knew, no other leader had ever done something like that. They weren't fighting, but with the two clans stopped in the middle of the territory talking about motives, a fight was dangerously close. Passionblaze was addressing Goldenstar at the moment, and Halfgaze did not want to fan any flames, so she remained silent though she didn't move. Halfgaze was a part of the conversation despite not being addressed at the moment, and she stood tall with her calculating eyes focused on Passionblaze. The Thunderclan deputy or leader, she wasn't sure which he was at the moment, mentioned that he wanted to ask questions, and Halfgaze had to keep her fur from rising. Each moment was pushing them closer and closer to the start of a battle. Goldenstar seemed calm, however, so Halfgaze emulated the leader's cool politeness. Halfgaze couldn't disguise her annoyance at the bluntness of Passionblaze's question and released it in a single flick of her ear. Who did he think he was, speaking to Goldenstar that way? The Shadowclan leader's response was calm enough and Halfgaze hoped that would be enough to get both clans moving back in the direction of the gathering.

[Brilliance]

Halfgaze wondered silently why Passionblaze felt the need to stop Shadowclan from proceeding. As far as she knew, no other leader had ever done something like that. They weren't fighting, but with the two clans stopped in the middle of the territory talking about motives, a fight was dangerously close. Passionblaze was addressing Goldenstar at the moment, and Halfgaze did not want to fan any flames, so she remained silent though she didn't move. Halfgaze was a part of the conversation despite not being addressed at the moment, and she stood tall with her calculating eyes focused on Passionblaze. The Thunderclan deputy or leader, she wasn't sure which he was at the moment, mentioned that he wanted to ask questions, and Halfgaze had to keep her fur from rising. Each moment was pushing them closer and closer to the start of a battle. Goldenstar seemed calm, however, so Halfgaze emulated the leader's cool politeness. Halfgaze couldn't disguise her annoyance at the bluntness of Passionblaze's question and released it in a single flick of her ear. Who did he think he was, speaking to Goldenstar that way? The Shadowclan leader's response was calm enough and Halfgaze hoped that would be enough to get both clans moving back in the direction of the gathering.



Beau

Goldenstar listened to Passionblaze, thought parts of him were asking if he really needed to answer his questions. Didn't they win? Wasn't that enough? He didn't know how winning a battle as leader felt yet, and, although he wanted to feel that, he didn't want to be sour about losing either, if that made any sense. He didn't say anything, wanting that to be a sign to Passion that he wasn't interested, but he obviously didn't care, as the deputy continued to speak. Golden was amazed how some cats could hold a grudge like this, but continued to let Passion speak. He didn't want to pick a fight, even if it seemed like he really should have. He was getting better at holding those types of impulses. "Blazingstar and I aren't exactly friends," he said, keeping a calm tone in his voice. "And while we didn't have the same reasons for attacking, I did have my own reasons for attacking" he said, "I just don't think you need to know them," he murmuquietlye quiety stood his ground, glancing at Halfgaze, before looking back at Passion.




“I know, I know - we won. We should be relishing in this victory.” Passionblaze didn’t know how it felt to be on the losing party’s teams but he came to accept the fact that in life; you win, you lose. “But, then again...” he paused, bringing his gaze down to look at his paws until flicking them back up to stare at Goldenstar and Halfgaze. “Without Riverclan’s help, we would had been goners, don’t you think?” Passionblaze just wanted to know. He was curious, a bit high strung to worry about another thing. As long as they were trailing to the same place, he figured they could have a little chit chat, might as well get this burning feeling off his chest. He didn’t like the answer Goldenstar gave him. It wasn’t explicit enough, “Concerning my clan, I think I have the right to know.” They must be wondering why Snowstar wasn’t there.. but it wasn’t any of their business that the former leader was overwhelmed with duties so she resigned. Passionblaze wasn’t quite the leader yet, as he didn’t receive his new name or nine lives, but he led these cats like he was their leader. As an individual, Passionblaze felt that it was a coward’s move with the surprise attack that Wind and Shadow planned on. For Passionblaze, his fierceness, his impulsion, led him to want his enemies to fight him face-to-face and not catch him off guard. Passionblaze certainly didn’t like the answer he received. “You’re telling me that...I don’t need to know [I]whatever reasons that caused you to harm my clan? Not only my home, but my clan mates?” Passionblaze honestly didn’t think they had any type of feud with Shadowclan! Sure, there had been some miscommunication, but couldn’t those have been resolved with simple verbal responses? It wasn’t even about bombarding Thunderclan that made Passionblaze upset, but the bloodshed of innocent warriors. His warriors. Thunderclan’s territory could be destroyed any second, but as long as his clan mates were alright, then he was good with rebuilding elsewhere. They could always find another place to reside. That was replaceable, but a life never was. Thinking on this, Passionblaze shook his head. “Alright, Goldenstar...Halfgaze. Thank you for that.” He replied, his ears flickering as he turned away for a moment to continue on with his cats. The thoughts in his head was far from being a sober mind, however. If Snowstar was present, perhaps all this could had been avoided. But Passionblaze, being quite the reckless cat; it wasn’t good enough. So, he did the exact same thing Windclan and Shadowclan did when they declared war on Thunderclan’s grounds. Passionblaze abruptly turned around, reasonable thoughts lost, and he tackled the Shadowclan Leader. Iniating a fight would only encourage his faithful warriors to join in. Passionblaze only had one thought coursing through his head upon this action; You’re gonna feel the same way we felt.

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(( Condensed ))


(( oof this is honestly the worst time to have writer’s block ))

Goldenstar was quiet, considering if he had said the right thing or not. Did he just spark a battle? Or did he just end the conversation? He let the conversation end. He let himself turn about halfway away from the other cat, his words still ringing in his own ears. Let Passion get mad, Golden had done what he believed was right, and now no one could change it. If Thunderclan wanted to act all high and mighty, as though they needed to know everything, then so be it. He had a right to keep his mouth shut, he had a right to not tell some cat from another clan, leader, deputy, medicine cat, whatever, what he wanted to. Let Thunderclan be angry, they didn’t need to know anything about Shadowclan. He had nearly opened his mouth several times during Passion’s outburst, but restrained himself. The same reasoning repeating itself over and over in his head. Let him be angry, he doesn’t need to know anything anger built in him, and he was tempted to attack, but Golden viewed himself as better then stupid outbursts. Of course, he had thought that Passionblaze would have been able to restrain himself, but he obviously hadn’t, suddenly feeling a weight on his body. Whirling around, he kicked Passionblaze away, his eyes narrowing. Thunderclan had brought this onto themselves, if they wanted a fight, they would get a fight. He lunged at Passionblaze, yowling “Shadowclan! Attack!” as he let condensed anger get to his head.

[GingaFan2249]

(DarkLeaf, Goldenstar ordered the attack, we attack now)

[Dark Queen]

(DarkLeaf, Goldenstar ordered the attack, we attack now)
(Ohh...YEAH time for Mistpaw and Lightpaw to show their strength!)

[Blueberry]

(Sorry almost missed the battle XD)

Morningscar raced into battle, his paws thrumming on the ground like hail. Larkpaw ran beside him, matching him pawstep for pawstep. Morningscar’s cheast swelled with pride, since the young apprentice wasn’t getting any real training, Morningscar had been training Larkpaw, and the warrior felt protective of the young apprentice. This would have been Larkpaw’s first gathering, yet this battle had to happen. Suddenly he heard Larkpaw yowl in pain. She was pinned to the ground by a Shadowclan warrior with a deep scratch across her face, blood trickling down. Morningscar let out a ferocious screech and leaped at the Shadowclan Tom.
(Open)

[Mango]

Lightpaw 2018 Okapi Fuzzyfeline
"ahh...fine" Mistpaw pouted a little and just looked down at the Thunderclanners She jumped down from the tree "I'm going to get Hawkwing and Furzeberry" she meowed and ran off after awhile of running Mistpaw ran into them. "Hey come on we need you guys it looks like the high tide is coming" She said running back to the tree climbing back up panting from all the running.
Furzeberry trotted over,” Shadowclan has experience with floods. If it floods we’ll head to our allies, such as Windclan or Skyclan.” He replied calmly. He flicked his tail casually.

[GingaFan2249]

(Also no flood is starting until a High Rank mentions one)

[dionysus]

Condensed


Condensed

Halfgaze hoped Passionblaze would let it go and they could all continue on to the gathering in peace. It seemed as if that could happen until Passionblaze said, 'but.' That one word made Halfgaze's heart sink like a stone. He was talking about their possible fate without Riverclan. As Passionblaze asserted that he had the right to know Shadowclan's motives, Halfgaze spoke up in a calm and even tone, "Shadowclan has a right to privacy, just as Thunderclan does." If Goldenstar did not want to share his motives at that time, Passionblaze should have accepted that. The molly once again wondered at Snowstar's whereabouts. The whole battle had been caused by her actions, after all. Now she wasn't even present to prevent the growing battle before the gathering, as Halfgaze was certain that the animosity, if left unchecked, would soon grow to a full out physical fight. Halfgaze's eyes narrowed at Passionblaze's outburst, her feet instinctively shuffling into a defensive stance. Her instincts were correct, as Passionblaze leapt at Goldenstar mere moments later. Halfgaze's heart pounded in her ears and she willed herself forward. She didn't want to fight Passionblaze. He was a good cat, a respectable cat. But thoughts of her clanmates and her camp and her leader filled her heart with love and loyalty for her clan. Shaking her head, Halfgaze leapt at Passionblaze, attempting to push the other deputy away from Goldenstar. She didn't doubt that the leader could hold his own, but she also knew that she couldn't just leave him to fight the other clan's deputy. Halfgaze waited for Passionblaze to come back before starting a fight with him. She was a traditional fighter and didn't believe in lashing out at a cat while he was down. Her claws were unsheathed but instead of using them, she stood stiffly between him and Goldenstar with a look that warned him to stop. If he persisted, she'd have no choice but to fight him. However, her knowledge of Passionblaze told her that he wouldn't attack her.

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@Constellation (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=2209)
Dovecoo blinked in surprise as she heard Goldenstar yell for them to attack. She had just expected a simple walk to the gathering where she'd speak peacefully with cats from other clans and listen to the news with Honeythistle. She had in no way been expecting a battle! Surely Honeythistle hadn't been either, or he'd never have allowed her to accompany him to the gathering. As it was she'd had a hard time convincing him because of the pregnancy. It was too stuffy in the nursery and she'd practically begged him to let her come in order to get some fresh air. Dovecoo couldn't help sighing in exasperation. What with the battle last gathering and the battle this gathering, Honeythistle would never let her out of camp on a full moon again! Her warrior training resurfaced slightly and Dovecoo unsheathed her claws, though she moved to the side and tried to hide with her back against a bush.

Piperwing hissed at the audacity of Shadowclan when their leader called for attack. She followed Passionblaze's lead and leapt at the first cat she saw, a rather plump looking white molly. It didn't occur to her that this she-cat was pregnant in the heat of the moment, and the sandy molly attacked despite the fact that she never would have done so had she known. Growling, Piperwing prowled towards the white cat, catching her shoulder with her claws and wondering why she was cowering by a bush instead of fighting.

Dovecoo gasped in fear as a sand colored molly from Thunderclan started to attack her. She all of a sudden couldn't remember any of her training and could only wince and cower as the feline tore through her shoulder. Dovecoo let out a scream and started hyperventilating as pain like she hadn't felt for moons ripped through her. The soft life as a forever queen had lowered her pain tolerance and Dovecoo was not used to the life of a warrior anymore. "Honeythistle!" She yelled, heart pounding as she crouched close to the ground with her tail curled inward and ears flattened.

[Owl]

Rowanblaze's eyes widened before he realized what exactly was going on, then his eyes narrowed, pupils dilating. "Mistwing, good luck." He meowed seriously giving her a stern look. "I'll see you after this is over. When it is over I have something I need to tell you." He murmured more softly before leaping into the array of fighting felines.
Liekki
Radler
Broken
Beau

[Charmer]

she was proud of them? for what? they had done nothing to deserve that affection. they did nothing. and that was the problem. they did nothing when they lost cricketpaw. they did nothing when they lost geckoleaf. they were tired of not doing anything, frustrated even with themselves to be specific. they didnt want to lose nightpaw too. the last time there was a gathering daydream had almost lost their life for the millionth time, not to mention the battle. even if there was a truce between them, you couldnt be too careful. so they accepted the affection, drawing their muzzle on this side of nightpaws face to nuzzle it gently. they were hurting. but they had her. thats all they had left, the closest thing to family they would ever have. they wouldnt push her away, too. they intertwined their tail with hers, a silent thank you.

Nightpaw smiled, as the medicine cat wined their tail with hers. They'd be alright. She'd make sure of that. Suddenly, Nightpaw was pulled from her thoughts as the procession of Shadowclan cats came to a sudden stop. Thunderclan was on their side of the border and she could clearly see them now foxlengths away. Up ahead, she could hear Goldenstar's voice. He was talking to a cat, she didn't quite recognize, but there was something about the way he spoke that made her feel unsettled. There was tension in the air. Looking around, she could see cats from both clans bristling as they glared across at each other. She felt her own fur stiffen as the Thunderclan cat talking to the Shadowclan leader seemed to get louder while Goldenstar stayed quiet and calm. She could just see the other cat look like he was going to walk away over the crowd, but as quick as lightening, he bolted and Goldenstar disappeared from her sight. "No!" she cried out involuntarily, pulling away from Daydream to run to her mentor. But before she could get two steps, she heard his voice ring out over the clan.

Shadowclan, attack!

Again! Was this going to be nothing but fight after fight! How dare this clan of cats attack her leader and mentor on the way to the gathering of all places! No more! She wouldn't let this group of cats hurt her friend and go unpunished. A primal hiss escaped the pure black shecat as the clans clashed together in a fury of claws and shrieks. Indiscriminately, she spotted a grey tom with that Thunderclan scent thick on her pelt and raced at him with her claws unsheathed. She raced up and keeping her distance, aimed a forward slash at the tom's muzzle. If she was going to fight now, she was going to fight like she meant it.

I'm thinking for order, me, Fuzzyfeline then king kaleb! Objections?

[Liekki]

Nightshadow was amused slightly by the chaos around her. Broken insults fluttered by her ear and she giggled, not particularly caring what others thought of her. She swung her head around, looking for someone to tight and taunt. Anger of other cats both fueled and amused her, so she loved to fight. She sat down and calmly licked her paw, seemingly oblivious to her surroundings. She figured someone would attack her and Nightshadow wouldn't have to start the fight. Starting the fight for her was never a strong point, and usually led to less insults and more fighting. She loved to defend herself in a fight at first, and eventually go on the offensive. She sniffed lightly, looking in disgust at her muddy paw. "If you aren't careful little kitties, you'll slip into the rushing river. No one will look for you there, just as no one will look for you when you're dripping in blood. When I'm done with you, ThunderClan kitties, your face will be unrecognizable," Nightshadow said to herself in a sing-song voice. When she was in battle, she took it very seriously and wouldn't hesitate to kill.
Owl
Radler
Broken
Beau

[Charmer]

Imma take us into battle mode. For order, what do you think of: me,
Aurora Borealis , then blue jellie?

Thunderclan came to a hault as Passionblaze stopped Shadowclan to...talk with them? The Thunderclan deputy seemed wound up as he spoke to the Shadowclan leader. As they spoke, Morningblue's green eyes spotted Sharppaw in the crowd. He bunched his muscles and unsheathed his claws, glaring at the younger cat as he shielded his sister with his body. In his mind, he was silently begging the Thunderclan deputy to continue toward the gathering, to head toward the safety of Seastones, and his pleas were ignored. Just when Passionblaze appeared to be ready to move on, he wheeled on the Shadowclan leader and the border erupted into chaos with Goldenstar's call to battle. Morningblue held his ground with a hiss, sure that the younger cat would come to him.

[vellichor]

blue jellie Charmer

Sharppaw hissed as his leader called for attack. ‘Finally!’ he looked around for a flicker of blue-gray pelt in the darkness. The light of the full moon helped him immensely. His cold amber eyes finally found his target. He returned the glare shot at him with a smirk. With a hiss, he walked toward him, looking calculating. Every pawstep on the rough ground gave him a new rush of hate. So much so, that when he was within reach of Morningblue, every inch of him was filled with loathing. The edges of his vision were going red. All he could see was Morningblue and the cat he was trying to protect. In a split-second descision, Sharppaw attempted to leap between them. His goal was to separate them, then spin around and claw Morningblue. His fight wasn’t with the other cat. Not yet. All he could think about was his crazed lust for blood to be spilt. For blood to splatter on the ground, to sink into the earth. He yowled angrily, attempting to bite Morningblue’s leg. If his leg was hurt, he’d go down. Then Sharppaw would kill him.

[ angry little ball of floof ]

[Leaf_tail]

Leaftail stood frozen as the order to attack echoed in her head. No, no, no no no no--"No!" she yowled, shoving past the other cats. This isn't supposed to be happening! she thought desperately to herself. Her tail lashed in a mix of horror and desperation. I need to stop this!

She scanned the battle for someone, anyone, and her eyes landed on an unfamiliar ShadowClan shecat. The tabby was stalking the clearing, eyeing the fighters. Purpose thrumming through her veins, Leaftail pushed through the fighters and jumped in front of her. "Don't fight," she begged, "please!"

As soon as the cat's gaze met hers, Leaftail faltered. She was huge, obviously stronger than her, and her green eyes glittered with malice. The righteousness froze in her veins, paralyzing Leaftail with fear. StarClan, save me!

(@Flameleaf)

[Brilliance]

(( oof this is honestly the worst time to have writer’s block ))

Goldenstar was quiet, considering if he had said the right thing or not. Did he just spark a battle? Or did he just end the conversation? He let the conversation end. He let himself turn about halfway away from the other cat, his words still ringing in his own ears. Let Passion get mad, Golden had done what he believed was right, and now no one could change it. If Thunderclan wanted to act all high and mighty, as though they needed to know everything, then so be it. He had a right to keep his mouth shut, he had a right to not tell some cat from another clan, leader, deputy, medicine cat, whatever, what he wanted to. Let Thunderclan be angry, they didn’t need to know anything about Shadowclan. He had nearly opened his mouth several times during Passion’s outburst, but restrained himself. The same reasoning repeating itself over and over in his head. Let him be angry, he doesn’t need to know anything anger built in him, and he was tempted to attack, but Golden viewed himself as better then stupid outbursts. Of course, he had thought that Passionblaze would have been able to restrain himself, but he obviously hadn’t, suddenly feeling a weight on his body. Whirling around, he kicked Passionblaze away, his eyes narrowing. Thunderclan had brought this onto themselves, if they wanted a fight, they would get a fight. He lunged at Passionblaze, yowling “Shadowclan! Attack!” as he let condensed anger get to his head.


When Passionblaze attacked Goldenstar, he tried to latch his claws into the shoulder of the leader, trying to latch his teeth on the shadowclan leader’s jugular, but too soon he was flung off. Passionblaze stumbled back, his eyes igniting an amber flame. He stayed where he was, crouching low to the ground. With his tail slithering behind him like a charmed snake. Goldenstar ordered the attack, and Passionblaze already knew his own warriors were to defend themselves and their clan mates. So, Passionblaze expected Goldenstar to lunge at him, and the tom allowed the clash to happen. He was forced to the ground, emitting out a strangled growl. Despite being pushed to the ground, Passionblaze used his front claws to swipe viciously at his opponent. Passionblaze had kicked his hind legs up to throw Goldenstar off. It gave him enough time to immediately get back to his paws. Pulling his muzzle back in a snarl, the tom was fixing to throw himself quickly back in, but was dodged away by Halfgaze. Who was she to step into a fight that wasn’t hers? Passionblaze didn’t want to fight her! He wanted to fight Goldenstar...out of rage. Passionblaze glared at the Halfgaze. This wasn’t even her fight! Passionblaze hardly talked when he in the middle of a heated battle. All words were lost and he could simply communicate with growls. Yet, Halfgaze was keen on protecting her leader. Passionblaze, if he had no will power and less respect, he would had knocked her over to get to his real target. Frustrated by a desire to finish a fight (because he started it in the first place) Passionblaze didn’t have time to sit and debate whether he was losing his sanity to think he was going to fight a she cat! Even through impulsion, Passionblaze didn’t want to hurt a female. He preferred tough males that he could beat senselessly. It was a morbid thought but when you dealt with a tom who loss all sense when it came to battle, expect a sadistic nature. So, Passionblaze immediately clashed with another male Shadowclan warrior to satiate his need for a fight.

Beau

When Shadowclan was held back, Honeythistle was next to Dovecoo, steadily beside her until they were stopped by Thunderclan scum. The silver tom was already annoyed that Goldenstar and Halfgaze stopped to talk to the Thunderclan deputy. Couldn’t they just wait until the gathering? He had brushed his tail against Dovecoo’s side to alert her that he would be back, without using any verbal words to let her know what he was doing. He at least wanted to get a good eye of what this conversation was about. Rudely, Honeythistle pushed past other warriors to get a first vision, narrowing his eyes greatly. This was what Shadowclan get for allowing a female to be their deputy. Starclan must not be too happy about this so obviously they had to send Thunderclan. If Thunderclan beat them once, wouldn’t they be able to beat them again?

As a proud Shadowclan warrior, Honeythistle felt his claws slip out unconsciously because he didn’t like seeing the Thunderclan’s deputy staring down at Goldenstar in such a way. Honeythistle growled, but kept his place. Until war was called out. It all happened so fast. Honeythistle didn’t even see it coming when Passionblaze whipped back around to tackle their leader! Honeythistle didn’t need to be told twice to jump into war as he was ready to dig his claws into Thunderclan weaklings. Instead, in a panicked state, Honeythistle turned backwards because he left Dove behind. If he would had known a battle was happening...she wouldn’t be left alone. She especially wouldn’t be here! Snarling to himself, Honeythistle called out, “Dovecoo!” He shouted among battling cats. He dodged other battles, wasting no time to find one of his mates.

When his eyes finally located her; her pure white fur blinding to the eye but noticeable nonetheless. A Thunderclan warrior was provoking her. Without a second thought, Honeythistle lunges forward to throw the opponent off Dovecoo, bringing his lips back in a menacing snarl.

[Radler]

Rowanblaze's eyes widened before he realized what exactly was going on, then his eyes narrowed, pupils dilating. "Mistwing, good luck." He meowed seriously giving her a stern look. "I'll see you after this is over. When it is over I have something I need to tell you." He murmured more softly before leaping into the array of fighting felines.


Nightshadow was amused slightly by the chaos around her. Broken insults fluttered by her ear and she giggled, not particularly caring what others thought of her. She swung her head around, looking for someone to tight and taunt. Anger of other cats both fueled and amused her, so she loved to fight. She sat down and calmly licked her paw, seemingly oblivious to her surroundings. She figured someone would attack her and Nightshadow wouldn't have to start the fight. Starting the fight for her was never a strong point, and usually led to less insults and more fighting. She loved to defend herself in a fight at first, and eventually go on the offensive. She sniffed lightly, looking in disgust at her muddy paw. "If you aren't careful little kitties, you'll slip into the rushing river. No one will look for you there, just as no one will look for you when you're dripping in blood. When I'm done with you, ThunderClan kitties, your face will be unrecognizable," Nightshadow said to herself in a sing-song voice. When she was in battle, she took it very seriously and wouldn't hesitate to kill.



Mistwing nodded absentmindedly to Rowanblaze, not paying much attention to his words. Shadowclan had ordered the attack, so this meant war. And what was better was that Thunderclan had complete justification. The silver furred tabby launched herself forward, as Shadowclan surged into their ranks. Mistwing's menacing gaze searched the crowd until she skidded to a stop, spotting a sleek black Shadowclan molly sitting calmly between fueding cats. Mistwing's interest peaked and she couldn't help but let an excited chirp out. The few moments seemed to last forever, as Mistwing's blue gaze met Nighshadow's yellow ones. Mistwing unsheathed her claws once again, time seeming to resume as she soared through the air, claws exended in front of her aiming for the dark she-cats face, her bristling tail streaming behind her.

[Radler]

Leopardpaw felt frozen in her spot as Shadowclan slunk out of the shadows. She suddenly felt alone, despite her clan mates bristling at her side. The bengal cat kept her head low and opened her mouth to scent the air, the Shadowclan odor overwhelming. There were a lot of warriors, it seemed like they came prepared for a fight. When Leopardpaw heard the attack orders from Shadowclan, she gasped, "What? No!" She quashed that first tremor of fear that shook her and sunk her claws in the ground and closed her eyes for a heartbeat to steady herself. When her eyelids fluttered once more, her eyes shone with a fierceness they had been looking earlier. Leopardpaw took a step forward, immediately spotting a famililar pelt showing through the crowd of grappling cats. The last time Leopardpaw saw this pelt it had pinned her mentor to the ground in the Thunderclan camp. And though, Honeyflower had assured Leopardpaw that she gave as good as she took, Leopardpaw was filled with an uncharecteristic surge of anger. She stalked towards her chosen opponent, head once again lowering to scowl at the grey tom. As much as her paws itched to charge at him, she had seen Ashnose in battle before and after hearing Honeyflower's words, knew she had to be careful to stay out of his grasp. Thistledawn

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Deranged Llama
(( this is going to be short, i apologize ))

Goldenstar watched the situation between Halfgaze and Passionblaze happen, and was nearly drowning in the tension. He had started a battle. No. Passionblaze had, Golden had just fanned the flames. That was a horrible feeling. Cats were going to be lost again because of this. When this was over, he would probably have to wait for another talk from Daydream. Well, if that was the consequence, so be it. When Passionblaze did the equivalent of running away to someone else, he glanced at Halfgaze, before going to help finish the battle he had started. Would it even end? Was there still a moon in the sky? He didn’t know, and he couldn’t look up now, his claws digging into the ground as he looked around the area where the fight had broke out.

[fresh]

blue jellie Charmer

Sharppaw hissed as his leader called for attack. ‘Finally!’ he looked around for a flicker of blue-gray pelt in the darkness. The light of the full moon helped him immensely. His cold amber eyes finally found his target. He returned the glare shot at him with a smirk. With a hiss, he walked toward him, looking calculating. Every pawstep on the rough ground gave him a new rush of hate. So much so, that when he was within reach of Morningblue, every inch of him was filled with loathing. The edges of his vision were going red. All he could see was Morningblue and the cat he was trying to protect. In a split-second descision, Sharppaw attempted to leap between them. His goal was to separate them, then spin around and claw Morningblue. His fight wasn’t with the other cat. Not yet. All he could think about was his crazed lust for blood to be spilt. For blood to splatter on the ground, to sink into the earth. He yowled angrily, attempting to bite Morningblue’s leg. If his leg was hurt, he’d go down. Then Sharppaw would kill him.

[ angry little ball of floof ]

[ sharppaw is a feisty little bab ]

As a very-infuriated apprentice leaped for her brother, aiming for his leg, she smashed into him, blocking the attack and knocking him off balance. Frankly, she could care less about what her brother thought. Soon enough, the conversation they'd had previously would be reversed- he'd say he could take care of himself, and Jaystorm would respond she was only protecting him. After all, it's her "duty" as a warrior to protect her Clanmates. Scoffing, she looked down on the apprentice, aiming a quick fake-out blow to his ear and drawing back at the last moment, instead jabbing towards a showing joint on his leg- which would hopefully make it buckle.

[Jynx]

Deranged Llama
(( this is going to be short, i apologize ))

Goldenstar watched the situation between Halfgaze and Passionblaze happen, and was nearly drowning in the tension. He had started a battle. No. Passionblaze had, Golden had just fanned the flames. That was a horrible feeling. Cats were going to be lost again because of this. When this was over, he would probably have to wait for another talk from Daydream. Well, if that was the consequence, so be it. When Passionblaze did the equivalent of running away to someone else, he glanced at Halfgaze, before going to help finish the battle he had started. Would it even end? Was there still a moon in the sky? He didn’t know, and he couldn’t look up now, his claws digging into the ground as he looked around the area where the fight had broke out.
(( No Worries :) ))
Sweetfawn stared as battle erupted all around her; shock and surprise filling her gaze. One moment the ThunderClna cats had crossed paths with the ShadowClan warriors on their way to the gathering, and the next moment the scent of blood and the sharp howls of fighting cats flooded her senses. In her confusion, the she-cat backed away, and stumbled into something living: another cat! Whirling around to face this unknown feline, Sweetfawn found herself nose to nose with the ShadowClan leader himself. For a moment, the small, slender feline stood still in shock. How was she to fight the ShadowClan leader? Shaking away her fears and raising up her hackles, she gave a hiss. This is jus another ShadowClan cat who needs to be taught a lesson. She thought to herself, trying to find justice for fighting under a full moon. Without another thought to stray her from her target, Sweetfawn leaped, attempting to bowl the tom cat before her over. She was fast, but not exactly his size.

[Reverie]

2018 Okapi

(It's started, would you like me to begin?

[Mango]

2018 Okapi

(It's started, would you like me to begin?
Sure

[Reverie]

Sure

Forestember's claws unsheathed as she looked for someone to attack. She huffed, blue eyes narrowing. Her tongue clicked as she searched, looking for anyone she found.. suitable? Her apex angled back, and her claws flexed. She spotted a ThunderClan warrior without an enemy, so she leaped toward the cat.

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(( No Worries :) ))
Sweetfawn stared as battle erupted all around her; shock and surprise filling her gaze. One moment the ThunderClna cats had crossed paths with the ShadowClan warriors on their way to the gathering, and the next moment the scent of blood and the sharp howls of fighting cats flooded her senses. In her confusion, the she-cat backed away, and stumbled into something living: another cat! Whirling around to face this unknown feline, Sweetfawn found herself nose to nose with the ShadowClan leader himself. For a moment, the small, slender feline stood still in shock. How was she to fight the ShadowClan leader? Shaking away her fears and raising up her hackles, she gave a hiss. This is jus another ShadowClan cat who needs to be taught a lesson. She thought to herself, trying to find justice for fighting under a full moon. Without another thought to stray her from her target, Sweetfawn leaped, attempting to bowl the tom cat before her over. She was fast, but not exactly his size.

Goldenstar was still in a bit of shock from the battle starting, the sudden scent of blood nearly blocking out every other scent. Now it was up to him to try and figure out how to finish this. He hadn’t been thinking. He had let anger take over him. However, he knew he had to try and do as much as he could. Once he had turned away from Halfgaze, he saw a she-Cat lunging at him. Staggering a bit to the side, he felt her scrape him, but it wasn’t anything severe. He whirled around, looking at the slightly smaller warrior. He wasn’t exactly all that big himself, trying to lunge into the she-cat, hoping to pin her down and scare her away, hopefully not hurt her.

[Liekki]

Mistwing nodded absentmindedly to Rowanblaze, not paying much attention to his words. Shadowclan had ordered the attack, so this meant war. And what was better was that Thunderclan had complete justification. The silver furred tabby launched herself forward, as Shadowclan surged into their ranks. Mistwing's menacing gaze searched the crowd until she skidded to a stop, spotting a sleek black Shadowclan molly sitting calmly between fueding cats. Mistwing's interest peaked and she couldn't help but let an excited chirp out. The few moments seemed to last forever, as Mistwing's blue gaze met Nighshadow's yellow ones. Mistwing unsheathed her claws once again, time seeming to resume as she soared through the air, claws exended in front of her aiming for the dark she-cats face, her bristling tail streaming behind her.
Nightshade yawned, thoroughly bored. She spotted a silver tabby cat and suddenly their eyes met. Nightshadow smiled slightly, but gasped when she saw the silver cat streaking through the air towards her. She gasped and ducked, adrenaline rushing through her. She resisted the urge to burst out in laughter, as she enjoyed a good fight. The other cat had not hit her face, but rather scratched her side and sent her tumbling to the ground. She growled and quickly pulled herself away from Mistwing, stood up, and faced the other cat fiercely. "Oh, kitty. You're going to regret that, Dear," she said in a calm mocking tone. Nightshadow shook herself off and looked at Mistwing her eyes glinting. It seemed to happen so slowly for her, but she knew all of this had only happened in a few seconds. Her whiskers twitched as she put her weight on her back legs and lurched forward with her arms out and claws extended, not jumping but leaning forward so she could recover her balance after the attack.

[dionysus]

Condensed

Condensed
Owl, Constellation
Halfgaze stood her ground after knocking Passionblaze away, giving the tom a stoney glare. The Thunderclan deputy glared back at her with a fire that matched his name. Halfgaze met his glare with an icy one, narrowing her heterochromatic eyes as she flicked her tail behind her. There was too much chaos to speak, but her body language clearly told Passionblaze to move on or face her. Halfgaze found that she was right when she doubted that he would fight her, as the frustrated tom moved off to let his anger out on someone else. The tortoiseshell let out a sigh of relief and turned to look at Goldenstar but before she could celebrate, Halfgaze was bowled over by another cat. The molly hissed and jabbed upwards with her paws to thrust her attacker away and stood facing him. It seemed that the Thunderclan warrior had attempted to step in for Passionblaze but had arrived slightly too late. Halfgaze growled and resumed a defensive position watching the tom with hawk-like eyes and waiting to strike until he was back on his paws.

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Constellation
Dovecoo’s shoulder burned and she squinted her eyes shut against the pain, trying to ignore the foreign feeling of heat and a sticky substance leaking all over the shoulder. Even as a warrior, Dovecoo hadn’t been terribly fond of battles and tended to fight on the outskirts of the battle with less powerful cats. Therefore, she had few scars. This would be the biggest. Dovecoo shrunk down farther as the Thunderclan warrior lunged again, expecting the feeling of her claws taking through her skin once more. Instead, she felt nothing and heard the thud of a body and the slam of paws on the ground. Peeking open her blue eyes, Dovecoo let out a sigh of relief at the sight of Honeythistle preotecting her.

Piperwing lunged at the white feline once more, only to be thrown to the side by a much larger Shadowclan cat. Her head hit the ground hard and Piperwing was dazed for a moment. She got to her paws and shook her head, feeling blood trickle down the side of her head. She ignored it and growled at the second attacker. The sandy feline’s heart almost stopped when she saw the size of the cat before her. Piperwing was as fiery as they come and never hesitated in battle, but even she had to admit that her opponent was huge. Accepting that the battle was going to be incredibly tough didn’t mean she didn’t intend to fight it, though. Her eyes flicked to the cat behind him and she sneered, “What, you need a big tough tom to defend you?” Piperwing wasn’t a mean cat, but she didn’t stand for anyone doubting she-cats. She’d been doubted because of her gender and size all her life, and Piperwing had never turned down an opportunity to fight for her pride. After her jeer, the Thunderclan she-cat threw herself at the tom, lashing out with her paw to try to land on his back and claw him.

[Mango]

Forestember's claws unsheathed as she looked for someone to attack. She huffed, blue eyes narrowing. Her tongue clicked as she searched, looking for anyone she found.. suitable? Her apex angled back, and her claws flexed. She spotted a ThunderClan warrior without an enemy, so she leaped toward the cat.
Chameleonvine growled as Forestember snarled and attacked her. She launched herself at him hissing enraged,” Not my fault my deputy attacked Golden-butt!” She hissed insulting Goldenstar by calling him Golden-Butt

[Radler]

Nightshade yawned, thoroughly bored. She spotted a silver tabby cat and suddenly their eyes met. Nightshadow smiled slightly, but gasped when she saw the silver cat streaking through the air towards her. She gasped and ducked, adrenaline rushing through her. She resisted the urge to burst out in laughter, as she enjoyed a good fight. The other cat had not hit her face, but rather scratched her side and sent her tumbling to the ground. She growled and quickly pulled herself away from Mistwing, stood up, and faced the other cat fiercely. "Oh, kitty. You're going to regret that, Dear," she said in a calm mocking tone. Nightshadow shook herself off and looked at Mistwing her eyes glinting. It seemed to happen so slowly for her, but she knew all of this had only happened in a few seconds. Her whiskers twitched as she put her weight on her back legs and lurched forward with her arms out and claws extended, not jumping but leaning forward so she could recover her balance after the attack.

Mistwing felt a confusing rush of emotions as she skidded past Nightshadow, frustrated she hadn't dealt a meaningful blow, but an excited rush as her claws glided shallowly through Nightshadow's flank. By the time she hurled herself around, her Shadowclan opponent had already gathered herself to her paws and glaring at her intensely, her voice betraying none of the emotions glinting in her eyes. Mistwing noticed too late that Nightshadow reared onto her hind legs, and without thinking, lunged forward. Mistwing kept her body low to the ground and attempted to reach Nightshadow's briefly exposed stomach, but at the most crucial moment, just as she was about to reach Nightshadow, her front paw slipped in the mud and her gait failed.

[Leaf_tail]

The call to attack rang in Brokencreek's ears. He flexed his claws, feeling his muscles tighten as he sprang into battle, searching for a ThunderClan cat worthy of his time. Finally.

He had missed the feeling of battle, the surge of adrenaline and strength that shot through his veins with every yowl and hiss. A grin stretched across his face as he slid between pairs of fighters, his skinny frame making him a hard target.

Brokencreek's eyes skimmed the fighting cats, assessing their size and strength. None of them are good enough, he thought with disgust. None of them except.... His eyes strayed to the group of cats in the center of the battle and his kinked tail lashed. An ambitious opponent, even for him, but he couldn't let this opportunity go to waste. In a flash black fur and green eyes, he leaped at Passionstar, teeth bared and claws outstretched.

Constellation (sorry this took a while!)

[Tundra]

Skyfeather unsheathed his claws and stood at the edge of the group of fighting cats. His blue gaze scanned the writhing pelts, looking for someone to fight. He flattened his ears and sunk his claws into the ground. He already hated ShadowClan even when he was in WindClan,
so living in ThunderClan didn't change a thing. He pointed his muzzle toward the ground and shook his head. He raised his head and glared into the mess of pelts. He let out a loud growl and shook his head once more,
as if trying to clear a thought.
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[The Cannibal]

Midgefur

This was to be Raccoonpaw's first gathering. Pretty sad, considering she was nearly ready to receive her warrior name, being 12 moons and all, but she had never really had the best behavior and so was never really the first or, well, last choice in a gathering. But she was finally going to one now! The grey and black she-cat couldn't contain her excitement, her bushy ringed tail held high in the air as she pranced in the middle of the Thunderclan group, with the other apprentices. Imagine all of the cats there! Maybe I can show off to some of the other clan's apprentices! Like Windclan. Show them how tough we are! Not that they don't already know that. She snickered quietly to herself, remembering how Windclan tried to attack them in their own camp, how they repelled them. She ignored the fact that they received help from Riverclan. That fact didn't matter to her all that much. She believed even if they hadn't shown up, they could have handled it on their own, even though that is particularly far from the truth.
But then the group stopped. Or at least slowed. "Come on, what's the hold up?" She hissed out in annoyance; these cats were preventing her from going to her first gathering! Of course that's when she realized that the scent of Shadowclan was particularly sharp in the air. Which brought back memories of the battle again. Shadowclan had been there, attacking them as well, right along with Windclan.
Folding her ears back, she shot a few sharp glances over in the direction. Every cat seemed to be quiet though, and she could hear Passionblaze, and someone else speaking. Weaving around to the edge of the group she would see that the leader of Shadowclan and Passionblaze were speaking. Then all hell broke loose as the Thunderclan high rank appeared to begin walking away before whipping around and attacking Goldenstar!
Another battle?!
Shadowclan was ordered to attack and the order for Thunderclan to attack was implied. But for a moment Raccoonpaw just stood there, staring as warriors went against warriors and apprentices went against apprentices. Snap out of it, time to use your skills again!
And with that, she yowled out and went darting for the first apprentice she saw; he was a particularly long-legged, black and white tom. She launched herself at his side, trying to bowl him over. She might not have been as tall as him, but she had some weight to her!

[Owl]

Condensed

Rowanblaze growled the deputy before leaping at her once more, his claws once again only partially out. "What is up with ShadowClan! Is all you know how to do is fight?" He growled and swiped at her muzzle, the blow mostly inflicted by his paw pad itself, not so much his claws. He was an honest tom, he didn't enjoy clawing up another cat unless his opponent used theirs. "Couldn't you have least tried to stop it?!" He growled. "Innocent cats will die tonight because YOU didn't step in." Rowanblaze's eyes flared with anger. He knew Passionblaze was very wrong and should have been stopped but Rowanblaze wasn't in a position to tell Passionblaze what to do. However, Halfgaze had some authority. She could have tried to step in, cease the fight and calm everyone down. Fighting just causes more fighting.

[Midgefur]

Midgefur

This was to be Raccoonpaw's first gathering. Pretty sad, considering she was nearly ready to receive her warrior name, being 12 moons and all, but she had never really had the best behavior and so was never really the first or, well, last choice in a gathering. But she was finally going to one now! The grey and black she-cat couldn't contain her excitement, her bushy ringed tail held high in the air as she pranced in the middle of the Thunderclan group, with the other apprentices. Imagine all of the cats there! Maybe I can show off to some of the other clan's apprentices! Like Windclan. Show them how tough we are! Not that they don't already know that. She snickered quietly to herself, remembering how Windclan tried to attack them in their own camp, how they repelled them. She ignored the fact that they received help from Riverclan. That fact didn't matter to her all that much. She believed even if they hadn't shown up, they could have handled it on their own, even though that is particularly far from the truth.
But then the group stopped. Or at least slowed. "Come on, what's the hold up?" She hissed out in annoyance; these cats were preventing her from going to her first gathering! Of course that's when she realized that the scent of Shadowclan was particularly sharp in the air. Which brought back memories of the battle again. Shadowclan had been there, attacking them as well, right along with Windclan.
Folding her ears back, she shot a few sharp glances over in the direction. Every cat seemed to be quiet though, and she could hear Passionblaze, and someone else speaking. Weaving around to the edge of the group she would see that the leader of Shadowclan and Passionblaze were speaking. Then all hell broke loose as the Thunderclan high rank appeared to begin walking away before whipping around and attacking Goldenstar!
Another battle?!
Shadowclan was ordered to attack and the order for Thunderclan to attack was implied. But for a moment Raccoonpaw just stood there, staring as warriors went against warriors and apprentices went against apprentices. Snap out of it, time to use your skills again!
And with that, she yowled out and went darting for the first apprentice she saw; he was a particularly long-legged, black and white tom. She launched herself at his side, trying to bowl him over. She might not have been as tall as him, but she had some weight to her!

Stiltpaw had been lost in his own world, imagining what the gathering could possibly be like, when the group of ShadowClan cats had come to a halt. It wasn't until the scent of ThunderClan was so strong that they were barely on top of each other when the young tom realized what was going on and he came back to reality. With everything happening so fast, when Goldenstar yowled for the attack Stiltpaw froze in place with the fur on his tail stiff enough to rival a porcupine's. Cats from both factions collided, creating a writhing mass of claws and teeth that he couldn't help but stare at with a mixture of fear and amazement. His first battle, and with ThunderClan!

Confident but undertrained, Stiltpaw took up a battle ready stance and looked for someone to pounce on, but he was a bit too late. Not having checked around him, he missed a grey-striped cat who'd flung herself right at him from the shadows, who slammed into his side with a weight that pushed him back onto two paws, and then onto his side. He let out a startled yap and pulled his hind legs up near his chest. His heart beating hard, the black and white tom tried to kick off his attacker, planning to scramble back to his feet once the pressure was off his side.

[Liekki]

Mistwing felt a confusing rush of emotions as she skidded past Nightshadow, frustrated she hadn't dealt a meaningful blow, but an excited rush as her claws glided shallowly through Nightshadow's flank. By the time she hurled herself around, her Shadowclan opponent had already gathered herself to her paws and glaring at her intensely, her voice betraying none of the emotions glinting in her eyes. Mistwing noticed too late that Nightshadow reared onto her hind legs, and without thinking, lunged forward. Mistwing kept her body low to the ground and attempted to reach Nightshadow's briefly exposed stomach, but at the most crucial moment, just as she was about to reach Nightshadow, her front paw slipped in the mud and her gait failed.
Nightshadow's side ached, but she ignored it. Losing for her would be the greatest shame, and so she gathered all of her determination. As she reached forward, she noticed Mistwing's paw reaching up and attempted to push herself using her legs. The paw suddenly moved as the other molly slipped slightly on the wet ground, and because Nigthshadow had moved, the paw scratched her stomach. Blood dripped from the wound, but it wasn't deadly. She tumbled to the ground once more, annoyed that she hadn't gotten a good hit on Mistwing yet."What's wrong, kitty? I hope you're not tired already; if I'm going to win, I want it to be against a worthy opponent," she mocked and pulled herself out of the mud. She snarled and swiped her paw at Mistwings legs, hoping to trip her and get her on the ground, or at least make her more vulnerable.

[Radler]

Nightshadow's side ached, but she ignored it. Losing for her would be the greatest shame, and so she gathered all of her determination. As she reached forward, she noticed Mistwing's paw reaching up and attempted to push herself using her legs. The paw suddenly moved as the other molly slipped slightly on the wet ground, and because Nigthshadow had moved, the paw scratched her stomach. Blood dripped from the wound, but it wasn't deadly. She tumbled to the ground once more, annoyed that she hadn't gotten a good hit on Mistwing yet."What's wrong, kitty? I hope you're not tired already; if I'm going to win, I want it to be against a worthy opponent," she mocked and pulled herself out of the mud. She snarled and swiped her paw at Mistwings legs, hoping to trip her and get her on the ground, or at least make her more vulnerable.

A growl rumbled in Mistwing's throat as she skidded under and past Nightshadow, satisfied this blow had reached it's mark, albeit rather clumsily. Mistwing rose to her paws once again, mud now staining her silky silver fur, and her icy eyes ablaze with something new. Though the battle was going well, she couldn't help but feel her opponent was toying with her, like there was something she was holding back. "You spend too much time talking, scum. Your words won't distract me from defeating you." In the darkness that now enveloped them, Mistwing heard only the dull roar of warring cats around her, and could smell only blood, mud, and the river shore. In her moment of distraction, Nightshadow knocked her legs out from under her, and while normally Mistwing would be able to dodge such an attack, the slippery earth beneath her paws and the dull ache resounding through her body from her clumsy landings made Nightshadow's blow all the more effective. Mistwing hissed in anger as her front legs skidded out under her, her hind legs threatening to give out too.

[NightWarrior4Life]

CottonFlower sat up and wrapped her tail over her paws and waited patiently for either an opponent to face her or for the violence to pass.
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[Jynx]

Goldenstar was still in a bit of shock from the battle starting, the sudden scent of blood nearly blocking out every other scent. Now it was up to him to try and figure out how to finish this. He hadn’t been thinking. He had let anger take over him. However, he knew he had to try and do as much as he could. Once he had turned away from Halfgaze, he saw a she-Cat lunging at him. Staggering a bit to the side, he felt her scrape him, but it wasn’t anything severe. He whirled around, looking at the slightly smaller warrior. He wasn’t exactly all that big himself, trying to lunge into the she-cat, hoping to pin her down and scare her away, hopefully not hurt her.
Sweetfawn felt herself falling through the air and hit the mud beside the river, paws skidding beneath her; she hadn't hit Goldenstar, and the thought made her slightly frustrated. Turning around, she watched his next move; although he was of enemy clan, she couldn't help admiring his quick movement at a time like this. Shaking away her thoughts, the female focused in just in time to see the ShadowClan tom lunged for her. She felt his paws crash into her side, knocking her off balance. She stumbled and quickly regained her footing on the slippery bank, the rush of the river and the caterwauling of cats flooding her ears. Sweetfawn imagined Goldenstar to be a feared and brilliant fighter! To her, it seemed as though she was being let down easily. Slightly on edge now, the she-cat's maw curled into a small frown. She had seen him fight with Passionblaze; did he think she would be easy to defeat with a few simple blows? Using this thought as a fuel to her adrenaline, Sweetfawn flew at him with her paws outstretched.

[Reverie]

Chameleonvine growled as Forestember snarled and attacked her. She launched herself at him hissing enraged,” Not my fault my deputy attacked Golden-butt!” She hissed insulting Goldenstar by calling him Golden-Butt

The warrior smirked, her apex turning back toward her attacker. She dodged once the attacker was upon her, pinning Chameleon by her shoulders, "Well it's not our fault that this is another battle.." That didn't make any sense. She looked bad. She'd wanted it to end, no more bloodshed, no more painful scars, but here they were

[Mango]

The warrior smirked, her apex turning back toward her attacker. She dodged once the attacker was upon her, pinning Chameleon by her shoulders, "Well it's not our fault that this is another battle.." That didn't make any sense. She looked bad. She'd wanted it to end, no more bloodshed, no more painful scars, but here they were
(Pls don’t Power-play ie; pinning her down without giving her a chance to react)
Chameleonvine growled,” Well...Not my fault our leader lost his temper at Golden-Butt!” She hissed using her hindlegs to push against the warrior in attempt to knock him off.

[The Cannibal]

Stiltpaw had been lost in his own world, imagining what the gathering could possibly be like, when the group of ShadowClan cats had come to a halt. It wasn't until the scent of ThunderClan was so strong that they were barely on top of each other when the young tom realized what was going on and he came back to reality. With everything happening so fast, when Goldenstar yowled for the attack Stiltpaw froze in place with the fur on his tail stiff enough to rival a porcupine's. Cats from both factions collided, creating a writhing mass of claws and teeth that he couldn't help but stare at with a mixture of fear and amazement. His first battle, and with ThunderClan!

Confident but undertrained, Stiltpaw took up a battle ready stance and looked for someone to pounce on, but he was a bit too late. Not having checked around him, he missed a grey-striped cat who'd flung herself right at him from the shadows, who slammed into his side with a weight that pushed him back onto two paws, and then onto his side. He let out a startled yap and pulled his hind legs up near his chest. His heart beating hard, the black and white tom tried to kick off his attacker, planning to scramble back to his feet once the pressure was off his side.
Fear wasn't exactly something that Raccoonpaw felt, or perhaps it had been a very long time since she's actually been scared by something. When it came to battle, she wasn't scared. She wasn't fearing for her life. She was actually rather headstrong and liked to attack her enemies with brute force, she didn't have time to plan it out like her pranks. Of course short-term plans might be thought up, like a one-two strike then duck, but nothing that exceeded two steps. As rebellious and wily as she was, she wasn't an absolute idiot, she held more common sense than by-the-book intelligence and knew that her time needed to be spend focusing on the fight as opposed to what might happen. So when she went lunging for Stiltpaw, her mind was strangely clear, her attention focused on analyzing what was currently going on and nothing more than that. It seemed the confusion of the battle had aided in her attack, allowing her to surprise him, crashing into his side and sending him toppling over. She sunk her claws in, going tumbling with him.

She should have expected it, the kicking, but it did manage to catch her off guard and she let go immediately, making sure to yank her claws out as opposed to sheathing them. She wanted to do damage, this wasn't practice with Thrushflight. This was a real fight. If she could do damage and injure him to the point where he couldn't fight anymore, then she won. It would be another small victory for Thunderclan right?
Retreating a few steps, she fluffed up her fur with a hiss, but really her appearance wasn't frightening, it was even almost comical. She was an average sized cat in both height and weight and bore markings similar to a raccoon, thus her name. Her tail was particularly bushy, and even more so when she was fluffed up like this. "You don't stand a chance you mud-wallowing mouse!" She sneered with a wild look in aquamarine eyes, perhaps even trying to anger the other cat. She knew that when she got Thrushflight angry, he fought more recklessly, just trying to hit her without thinking it through. Perhaps the same would happen with this other apprentice. He seemed young. He likely didn't have as many moons of training under his belt as she did.

[Reverie]

(Pls don’t Power-play ie; pinning her down without giving her a chance to react)
Chameleonvine growled,” Well...Not my fault our leader lost his temper at Golden-Butt!” She hissed using her hindlegs to push against the warrior in attempt to knock him off.

(My bad!)

Fear was now running through the experienced warrior's body, her breath quickening. "'Tis not my fault your deputy started this in the first place!" She hissed, breath getting knocked out of her as Chameleon kicked her, she swerved, dashing to the ground, claws latching on to her enemy's stomach.

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Sweetfawn felt herself falling through the air and hit the mud beside the river, paws skidding beneath her; she hadn't hit Goldenstar, and the thought made her slightly frustrated. Turning around, she watched his next move; although he was of enemy clan, she couldn't help admiring his quick movement at a time like this. Shaking away her thoughts, the female focused in just in time to see the ShadowClan tom lunged for her. She felt his paws crash into her side, knocking her off balance. She stumbled and quickly regained her footing on the slippery bank, the rush of the river and the caterwauling of cats flooding her ears. Sweetfawn imagined Goldenstar to be a feared and brilliant fighter! To her, it seemed as though she was being let down easily. Slightly on edge now, the she-cat's maw curled into a small frown. She had seen him fight with Passionblaze; did he think she would be easy to defeat with a few simple blows? Using this thought as a fuel to her adrenaline, Sweetfawn flew at him with her paws outstretched.

(( This will be short, Sorry ! ))

Goldenstar had begun to feel raindrops beat down on him, nothing crazy yet, but downpour certainly wasn’t far away. He scowled when he missed the she-Cat, but didn’t let that discourage him. It was up to him to try to make up for the uncalled order to attack he had released, but there was no way he could make this up. He was trying his best to not call himself stupid, almost dodging her, before feeling a weight slam into him, now trying to push her off him, preparing to rake his claws across her stomach.

[Mango]

(My bad!)

Fear was now running through the experienced warrior's body, her breath quickening. "'Tis not my fault your deputy started this in the first place!" She hissed, breath getting knocked out of her as Chameleon kicked her, she swerved, dashing to the ground, claws latching on to her enemy's stomach.
She growled slashing at the rival, hissing

[Midgefur]

Fear wasn't exactly something that Raccoonpaw felt, or perhaps it had been a very long time since she's actually been scared by something. When it came to battle, she wasn't scared. She wasn't fearing for her life. She was actually rather headstrong and liked to attack her enemies with brute force, she didn't have time to plan it out like her pranks. Of course short-term plans might be thought up, like a one-two strike then duck, but nothing that exceeded two steps. As rebellious and wily as she was, she wasn't an absolute idiot, she held more common sense than by-the-book intelligence and knew that her time needed to be spend focusing on the fight as opposed to what might happen. So when she went lunging for Stiltpaw, her mind was strangely clear, her attention focused on analyzing what was currently going on and nothing more than that. It seemed the confusion of the battle had aided in her attack, allowing her to surprise him, crashing into his side and sending him toppling over. She sunk her claws in, going tumbling with him.

She should have expected it, the kicking, but it did manage to catch her off guard and she let go immediately, making sure to yank her claws out as opposed to sheathing them. She wanted to do damage, this wasn't practice with Thrushflight. This was a real fight. If she could do damage and injure him to the point where he couldn't fight anymore, then she won. It would be another small victory for Thunderclan right?
Retreating a few steps, she fluffed up her fur with a hiss, but really her appearance wasn't frightening, it was even almost comical. She was an average sized cat in both height and weight and bore markings similar to a raccoon, thus her name. Her tail was particularly bushy, and even more so when she was fluffed up like this. "You don't stand a chance you mud-wallowing mouse!" She sneered with a wild look in aquamarine eyes, perhaps even trying to anger the other cat. She knew that when she got Thrushflight angry, he fought more recklessly, just trying to hit her without thinking it through. Perhaps the same would happen with this other apprentice. He seemed young. He likely didn't have as many moons of training under his belt as she did.

[ooc: Oof, you do well with your post size! :D]

Twiglike limbs flailing as he scrambled out from underneath the ThunderClan apprentice, Stiltpaw's heart beat headily in his ears, drowning out the hisses and yowls of his clanmates until they were not much more than white noise. He didn't know the feeling of a good fight like the she-cat did, adrenaline had begun to kick in but what skill might grow from it was less tactful, more instinctive and self-preserving than what an older, trained apprentice might experience. In the dim light, darkening more as storm clouds set upon them, the tom's pale orange eyes were giant, owl-like, with pupils so big they could rival a bramble berry. Set in a skinny but tall frame, he must have looked particularly strange. His opponent too bushed up her coat and tail, and at her sharp hiss the tom managed a high-pitched warning growl.

"Frog-dirt!" Was all that Stiltpaw hissed in retort, before he put his weight on his haunches, lean muscle of his body taut, and drew up his forepaws in a boxing manner. With claws drawn from their sheaths, the young ShadowClanner quickly threw out a hit with one paw, trying to aim for the she-cat's nose while keeping the other paw ready to strike a second blow.

[Fuzzy]

The young apprentice,Squirrelpaw (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/showthread.php?t=14529), followed Goldenstar and the rest of his Clan to the gathering. His puffy tail cover in curly fur flicked nervously at the tip. He was always nervous though, since he was a kit. Catching the secant of ThunderClan made his curly fur stand on end along his spine. Glancing back he spotted the group of ThunderClan warriors. His been eyes slightly narrowed mostly out of worry then hate. He swallowed hard and continued to follow his Clanmates to the Sea stones. This tom was skittish, always has been some Tess him say he should be a Kitty-pet others easy he shouldn't have been born witch was one thing that made him who he is today. He was nothing like his brother Minkpaw, brave, confident. He was the the exact opposite. Hearing Goldenstar's yowl to attack he almost fainted. We can attack at the full moon! He thought her heart racing and breath fast and shallow. Trying to swallow back his fear he followed his Clanmates into battle.

Open.


Deerfrost (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/showthread.php?t=14243) walked alone well as close to alone as she could get. The molly did really like sharing her company with anyone. This short tempered warrior only did her duties around camp, enjoying them but she's far from outgoing. She'd rather be doing apprentice duties then hang around her annoying Clanmates. Well not everyone was annoying but she'd rather not get close to anyone. When ThunderClan stopped suddenly beside ShadowClan she narrowed her pupils and flatten her ears slightly. What are we doing? She wondered peering over some Clanmates to see Passionblaze talking with Gildenstar and Haftgaze. She couldn't hear what they were saying from where she was in the back of the group. The ginger brown molly's thick bushy tail flicked back and fourth as she felt the tension of the cats around her. Passionblaze jumped at Goldenstar causing a fight to brake out between the two Clans. Letting out a hiss of both announce and frustration Deerfrost charged into battle. The molly could feel rain starting to fall getting harder every moment.


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[Mauve]

Suspiciousmindz

(for Treetiger and Shadetail!)

As the fight broke out, with yowls ringing through the night time air, Shadetail felt his heart sink into his paws. Another fight? So soon after the last one? The Clans were just barely beginning to recover from ThunderClan and WindClan's last skirmish, and another battle would just hinder that progress. Nonetheless, the lanky ShadowClan tom narrowed his eyes, quickly shifting gears and unsheathing his claws. It wasn't long before his Syndicate training and mentality kicked in, and soon his claws itched for a pelt to rip up. His yellow eyes surveyed the clearing of writhing cats, each locked in their own fearsome battle. This was another chance to prove himself to ShadowClan. This was another chance to finally show his Clanmates which side he was on - once and for all, hopefully.

It didn't take him long to spot another warrior, much younger than he was, and instantly he knew this was only her first or second battle. The ThunderClan scent rolled off her in waves, and Shadetail turned towards her, readying himself. Perfect. Let's teach the younger generation what a real fighter looks like he thought with a sly smirk on his expression, yellow hues narrowing as he slunk towards the unsuspecting feline. "You look rather young to be fighting amongst adults," he called to her, already crouched down low as he circled her, ignoring the fights going on around him. He knew that even though they were same size, there was no way this ThunderClan kit had the same battle skills as him. He could feel his Syndicate blood taking over, and suddenly he had to hold himself back from attacking right then and there.

[Liekki]

A growl rumbled in Mistwing's throat as she skidded under and past Nightshadow, satisfied this blow had reached it's mark, albeit rather clumsily. Mistwing rose to her paws once again, mud now staining her silky silver fur, and her icy eyes ablaze with something new. Though the battle was going well, she couldn't help but feel her opponent was toying with her, like there was something she was holding back. "You spend too much time talking, scum. Your words won't distract me from defeating you." In the darkness that now enveloped them, Mistwing heard only the dull roar of warring cats around her, and could smell only blood, mud, and the river shore. In her moment of distraction, Nightshadow knocked her legs out from under her, and while normally Mistwing would be able to dodge such an attack, the slippery earth beneath her paws and the dull ache resounding through her body from her clumsy landings made Nightshadow's blow all the more effective. Mistwing hissed in anger as her front legs skidded out under her, her hind legs threatening to give out too.
Nightshadow smirked as she saw that her attack had succeded. She tried to pretend that it was no surprise, but she was worried about how her strength would hold up with the mud and slippery rain. She nodded as heard the other cat's words, Mmhm, Hon. Not gonna cry, huh? Surprising. You know, I might go easy on you if you cry." She rolled her eyes and felt the unstable ground beneath her paws. This was a horrible time to be fighting, and she guessed there would be tremendous losses on both sides. And I won't be one of them, she reassured herself. Steadying herself, she stood square in front of Mistwing. Nightshadow was scared that they would lose cats to the weather and ShadowClan wouldn't win, but Nightshadow had to have faith in her clan that they would win. Attacks running through her head, she thought quickly about the validity of each one. She then decided that if she knocked the other cat down and gave her a few good swipes the ThunderClan cat would run away, or at least beg for mercy. Thinking about this, she suddenly she leaped straight ahead with her paws out in front of her.

[Fuzzy]

Nightpaw smiled, as the medicine cat wined their tail with hers. They'd be alright. She'd make sure of that. Suddenly, Nightpaw was pulled from her thoughts as the procession of Shadowclan cats came to a sudden stop. Thunderclan was on their side of the border and she could clearly see them now foxlengths away. Up ahead, she could hear Goldenstar's voice. He was talking to a cat, she didn't quite recognize, but there was something about the way he spoke that made her feel unsettled. There was tension in the air. Looking around, she could see cats from both clans bristling as they glared across at each other. She felt her own fur stiffen as the Thunderclan cat talking to the Shadowclan leader seemed to get louder while Goldenstar stayed quiet and calm. She could just see the other cat look like he was going to walk away over the crowd, but as quick as lightening, he bolted and Goldenstar disappeared from her sight. "No!" she cried out involuntarily, pulling away from Daydream to run to her mentor. But before she could get two steps, she heard his voice ring out over the clan.

Shadowclan, attack!

Again! Was this going to be nothing but fight after fight! How dare this clan of cats attack her leader and mentor on the way to the gathering of all places! No more! She wouldn't let this group of cats hurt her friend and go unpunished. A primal hiss escaped the pure black shecat as the clans clashed together in a fury of claws and shrieks. Indiscriminately, she spotted a grey tom with that Thunderclan scent thick on her pelt and raced at him with her claws unsheathed. She raced up and keeping her distance, aimed a forward slash at the tom's muzzle. If she was going to fight now, she was going to fight like she meant it.

I'm thinking for order, me, Fuzzyfeline then king kaleb! Objections?
(Sounds good to me. Sorry this is late.

Thistleheart was pushing though the rain and mud his thick gray fur was easily coated with mud and soaked with rain. Weaving around his Clanmates to find an opponent he was almost raked across the muzzle with a flash of claws. He let out a hiss and snaped at the paw that just missed him, by a whisker. At first he was surprised till he found out that it was a ShadowClan cat, warrior judging by her size. Letting a deep growl escape him he unsheathed his claws and began trying to plan his attack. The black feline was smaller then himself but most females were, he was a large tom. Lashing his tail, he stalked closer to her in a haft crouch haft stand, getting just close enough he jumped at her. Mouse brained ShadClanner! He thought, this tom wasn't the most compassionate or friendly feline luckily fighting had nothing to do with compassion or being friendly. Mostly he believed what his father told him as a kit and apprentice. That true warrior didn't have emotions,
that was one reason he didn't get along well with Passionblaze. He and the deputy have never gotten along, it was just the was it would be. It wasn't like he wasn't loyal to ThunderClan because Passion was going to be leader, no he would fight to the death for ThunderClan, and he would lessen to orders.

king kaleb!

[Mauve]

Beau (for Halfgaze when she becomes free! Just getting this post started now incase she becomes free when I am not on ^^)

Spitting away blood that had formed in a cut by her lips, Emberwing was furious. Furious that she was dragged into yet another battle. Instigated by ShadowClan, nonetheless. Her dislike for the chaotic group of cats seemed to grow stronger with each passing moon, reaching a climax with their bond to WindClan and their seemingly strong desire to attach themselves to any battle they could. It was leaf-bare - each Clan should be focused on surviving the cold moons ahead and preparing for a new Greenleaf. But here they were, with rain pelting down towards them and mud soaking their fur, battling over something that didn't even concern ShadowClan.. "Filthy fox-hearted excuses for warriors!" the russet feline yowled as she kicked away the apprentice she'd been tangling with. She was much smaller than Emberwing, and she watched the young cat turned tail to flee. The ThunderClan warrior snorted, lashing her tail as she turned, eyes narrowed as she launched herself back into the fray.

It's not that Emberwing wanted to battle. But her loyalty towards her Clan meant more to her than anything. She'd spent moons training for moments like this, to be able to fight for her Clan. Though she was kind and polite in camp, that demeanor completely changed when Emberwing was faced with defending her home. It had surfaced in the battle with WindClan, and now here it was again. This was only her second battle since becoming a warrior - her first ever battle being an apprentice at the Gathering when the Dusk Syndicate had attacked. She hadn't been any good back then, but her fighting skills had been refined, and the ThunderClan she-cat promised herself she would never loose a battle again.

[Tundra]

Dusktalon raked her claws down the cats side. She grinned as she heard hunt screech. The warrior jumped onto his back and used her strength to pushed him away, only to attack again. At this point, her opponent seemed like he couldn't fight anymore. She flattened her ears and prepared to leap, but that was interrupted by another cat, a she-cat. Dusktalon glared at the cat. "Oh... I see... You don't want a fight?" She chuckled as she pricked her ears. "Well... This is a fight sweetie, you have to fight." She curled her tail underneath her chin and pulled it away. "Because if you don't, you'd be considered a coward!" Dusktalon lifted a paw and scratched Leaftail's shoulder. "Its fight or die.
Which will you choose?" She mewed with a dark glare.

[Leaf_tail]

Dusktalon raked her claws down the cats side. She grinned as she heard hunt screech. The warrior jumped onto his back and used her strength to pushed him away, only to attack again. At this point, her opponent seemed like he couldn't fight anymore. She flattened her ears and prepared to leap, but that was interrupted by another cat, a she-cat. Dusktalon glared at the cat. "Oh... I see... You don't want a fight?" She chuckled as she pricked her ears. "Well... This is a fight sweetie, you have to fight." She curled her tail underneath her chin and pulled it away. "Because if you don't, you'd be considered a coward!" Dusktalon lifted a paw and scratched Leaftail's shoulder. "Its fight or die. Which will you choose?" She mewed with a dark glare.
"Wait, p-please!" Leaftail's eyes were wide with fear as the cat advanced on her. "Don't fight!" She waited as the other cat scrambled to his feet and escaped before continuing. "What about StarClan? What about the Gathering? Just don't fight tonight, please!"

Her pulse faltered as the other cat bore down on her. Leaftail's shoulder throbbed painfully, a vivid reminder that she wouldn't stand a chance against the ShadowClan cat in a fight. Oh, StarClan, she thought, terrified. I'm going to die here! She backed away from the shecat, desperate to put some space between her and those merciless claws.

[ShiningFern]

Deerfrost (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/showthread.php?t=14243) walked alone well as close to alone as she could get. The molly did really like sharing her company with anyone. This short tempered warrior only did her duties around camp, enjoying them but she's far from outgoing. She'd rather be doing apprentice duties then hang around her annoying Clanmates. Well not everyone was annoying but she'd rather not get close to anyone. When ThunderClan stopped suddenly beside ShadowClan she narrowed her pupils and flatten her ears slightly. What are we doing? She wondered peering over some Clanmates to see Passionblaze talking with Gildenstar and Haftgaze. She couldn't hear what they were saying from where she was in the back of the group. The ginger brown molly's thick bushy tail flicked back and fourth as she felt the tension of the cats around her. Passionblaze jumped at Goldenstar causing a fight to brake out between the two Clans. Letting out a hiss of both announce and frustration Deerfrost charged into battle. The molly could feel rain starting to fall getting harder every moment.


Open

Snarlfang hissed, seeing a thunderclan molly standing a little ways from the Thunderclan patrol. The tom unsheathed his claws and made his way towards her, flicking his tail. "Thunderclanners always mess up everything. Why don't you find a way to control your deputy so dumb fights like this don't happen, she-cat?" He asked, growling.
The tom circled Deerfrost, his golden-orange pelt already drenched in rain.He lashed his tail, eyes narrowing as his muscles tensed up. His lip stuck above his snaggletooth, probably making the tom look a bit startling to anyone who might look. He circled the she-cat again, taunting her to make the first move. He was prepared for any fight she had though, fur standing on end and eyes wide open.

"What are you going to do now, lizardbrain? Shadowclan will beat your clan easy." He taunted, looking over Shadowclan's past defeats. Thunderclan put their paws where they didn't belong according to Snarlfang, and made his skin crawl. He crouched lower as he circled the she-cat again, yellow eyes glowing in the dim light. His gaze was fixed on the molly, waiting for her to make a move towards him and fight, or see if she would flee like a kitten.

(Hope you don't mind me fighting you)

[Tundra]

Dusktalon rolled her eyes.
"Ha, StarClan? They can't do anything to stop this fight!"
She stalked closer. "Just forget it. You lame ThunderClan cats want stand a chance!" The warrior grinned with an evil sparkle in her eyes.

Dusktalon narrowed her eyes as she ran and sprung at the ThunderClan cat. She lashed her tail as she landed squarely on her shoulders. "You poor thing..." She taunted as she slowly sunk her claws into her shoulders. "Can't even defend yourself... You know, I would feel sorry for you, but..." Her gaze trailed off to the side with a smirk on her face.
"I'm not the type of cat who feels sympathy." She spat the word in disgust. "If you wanna survive, its kill or be killed."

[Leaf_tail]

Dusktalon rolled her eyes.
"Ha, StarClan? They can't do anything to stop this fight!"
She stalked closer. "Just forget it. You lame ThunderClan cats want stand a chance!" The warrior grinned with an evil sparkle in her eyes.

Dusktalon narrowed her eyes as she ran and sprung at the ThunderClan cat. She lashed her tail as she landed squarely on her shoulders. "You poor thing..." She taunted as she slowly sunk her claws into her shoulders. "Can't even defend yourself... You know, I would feel sorry for you, but..." Her gaze trailed off to the side with a smirk on her face.
"I'm not the type of cat who feels sympathy." She spat the word in disgust. "If you wanna survive, its kill or be killed."
Leaftail squirmed under her grip, trying to get free from her vicelike claws. She gasped for breath and tried to remember all of her battle training from her days as a starry-eyed apprentice.

Keep calm. She loosened her muscles, shrinking her body and freeing herself from the larger cat's grip. Leaftail twisted her lithe frame, successfully escaping her grip. She rounded on her opponent, but her victory was short-lived. The wounds on her shoulders were already bleeding--not enough to be worrying, but enough that they would hinder her speed.

Keep talking, she told herself. "Just think!" she cried. "StarClan will make sure we pay for this!"

[Charmer]

blue jellie Charmer

Sharppaw hissed as his leader called for attack. ‘Finally!’ he looked around for a flicker of blue-gray pelt in the darkness. The light of the full moon helped him immensely. His cold amber eyes finally found his target. He returned the glare shot at him with a smirk. With a hiss, he walked toward him, looking calculating. Every pawstep on the rough ground gave him a new rush of hate. So much so, that when he was within reach of Morningblue, every inch of him was filled with loathing. The edges of his vision were going red. All he could see was Morningblue and the cat he was trying to protect. In a split-second descision, Sharppaw attempted to leap between them. His goal was to separate them, then spin around and claw Morningblue. His fight wasn’t with the other cat. Not yet. All he could think about was his crazed lust for blood to be spilt. For blood to splatter on the ground, to sink into the earth. He yowled angrily, attempting to bite Morningblue’s leg. If his leg was hurt, he’d go down. Then Sharppaw would kill him.

[ angry little ball of floof ]

[ sharppaw is a feisty little bab ]

As a very-infuriated apprentice leaped for her brother, aiming for his leg, she smashed into him, blocking the attack and knocking him off balance. Frankly, she could care less about what her brother thought. Soon enough, the conversation they'd had previously would be reversed- he'd say he could take care of himself, and Jaystorm would respond she was only protecting him. After all, it's her "duty" as a warrior to protect her Clanmates. Scoffing, she looked down on the apprentice, aiming a quick fake-out blow to his ear and drawing back at the last moment, instead jabbing towards a showing joint on his leg- which would hopefully make it buckle.

Morningblue watched with a firm resolution not to leave his sister's side for a moment as the younger tom stalked closer. Then with all the speed and trickery of a Shadowclan snake, the apprentice leapt between them. The big blue tome tried to wheel around in a snarl, unaware of how close the apprentice had come to ending the fight and his life so quickly. But Jaystorm had barreled into the younger cat. The tom's eyes widened in horror. His sister only knew that this was an apprentice. She didn't realize how the threats he had heard from him, about killing his family. Jaystorm was fighting like an honorable warrior against an honorless cat who threatened murder. What would this apprentice do if she let him go free and he learned about her kits. They'd be apprentices soon, going on patrols and venturing close to the Shadowclan border unaware of the danger. And he couldn't hope to protect them all! Not forever! Without a solid thought in his head, Morningblue used all his weight to check his body against his sister's, trying to force her away from the younger cat. As he stepped between them, he left himself open to any number of blows. He didn't even look at Jaystorm. "A shecat? Fight me you little coward!" It was a single sentence, perfectly calculated to anger both cats: Sharppaw into attacking, and with any luck, Jaystorm into storming off in a huff, and getting far away from him... He didn't want her to see what he planned to do next... Sharppaw would not be walking away from this battle. Starclan, forgive me.

[Thistledawn]

Leopardpaw felt frozen in her spot as Shadowclan slunk out of the shadows. She suddenly felt alone, despite her clan mates bristling at her side. The bengal cat kept her head low and opened her mouth to scent the air, the Shadowclan odor overwhelming. There were a lot of warriors, it seemed like they came prepared for a fight. When Leopardpaw heard the attack orders from Shadowclan, she gasped, "What? No!" She quashed that first tremor of fear that shook her and sunk her claws in the ground and closed her eyes for a heartbeat to steady herself. When her eyelids fluttered once more, her eyes shone with a fierceness they had been looking earlier. Leopardpaw took a step forward, immediately spotting a famililar pelt showing through the crowd of grappling cats. The last time Leopardpaw saw this pelt it had pinned her mentor to the ground in the Thunderclan camp. And though, Honeyflower had assured Leopardpaw that she gave as good as she took, Leopardpaw was filled with an uncharecteristic surge of anger. She stalked towards her chosen opponent, head once again lowering to scowl at the grey tom. As much as her paws itched to charge at him, she had seen Ashnose in battle before and after hearing Honeyflower's words, knew she had to be careful to stay out of his grasp. Thistledawn

Ashnose wasn't sure how he felt about this upcoming Gathering. ShadowClan had joined in on the attack of ThunderClan's camp not too long ago. The battle was hard. Ashnose had faced one ThunderClan she-cat (he hardly considered her so due to her background as a rogue) and hadn't even won that fight. ShadowClan had retreated from ThunderClan's camp before either cat had been defeated. That wasn't to say that both warriors had left battle unharmed. Ashnose had a cut above his right eye and another on his right shoulder. Tufts of fur has been pulled out in other places. Ashnose wasn't sure exactly what injuries he'd been to cause of for his opponent Honeyflower, but he'd fought as hard as he could during the battle. He was sure some part of her was still feeling the sting of his claws. Anyways, Ashnose wasn't sure how he felt about the Gathering tonight. ShadowClan hadn't won that battle and ThunderClan was made up of a group of insecure kitties looking to victimize themselves whenever they could. They surely wouldn't let ShadowClan forget how the battle had concluded.

The British Shorthair had brought up the back of the group of ShadowClan cats heading to the Gathering. He was able to make sure that his Clanmates made it safely the Seastones from here. That and he'd pulled a muscle while fighting Honeyflower as well. He still hadn't fully recovered from it and walked with a slight limp. The proud ShadowClan warrior didn't want all of his Clanmates watching him limp all the way to the Gathering, so he'd stayed towards the back where he could see, but not be seen. When the tom had finally caught up to the rest of the Clan, he noticed that ThunderClan was there too. Pelts of both Clans were bristling and teeth were bared, yet no blood had been drawn. Ashnose's heart began to race. He expected a little bit of verbal fighting from all of the Clans after the battle, but what if some cat attacked another? The tom shivered as he thought of StarClan sending clouds to cover the moon. There was a truce and the Clans' warrior ancestors expected their living kin to respect it.

Much to Ashnose's dismay, he heard the order to attack come from Goldenstar. No cat had missed a beat and had immediately jumped into battle. Ashnose, however, had stood frozen out of shock and possibly out of fear too. "No!" He yowled into the mass of fighting cats when he finally came to his senses. "The truce! Remember the truce!" Some part of him wanted a second chance to rip the fur out of some mouse-brained ThunderClan cats, but the ShadowClan tom was driven to obey the truce. He didn't want to face StarClan's wrath. "The truce! The truce!" He repeatedly yowled into the air. His pleas had only fallen on deaf ears. Panicked, the tom's amber eyes began to dart around. He'd briefly passed over a younger ThunderClan she-cat and moved on. Realizing a heartbeat later that this she-cat had her eyes set on the gray tom and was stalking towards him, Ashnose redirected his amber eyes back towards the she-cat. "Don't do this," The warrior pleaded. "StarClan will be angry; it's the night of the truce." Ashnose willed the ThunderClan cat to understand the severity of their situation.

[ Okay wow this is a bit long. Don't feel obligated to match this length. I always get carried away with starters. Whoops! ]

[Dark Queen]

Mistpaw dug her claws into an attacker and looked at Lightpaw who was attacking a cat too. She noticed a wound had opened and was now bleeding she hissed at the sudden sting of pain in her shoulder but she kept attacking cats who decided to attack her and Lightpaw. Mistpaw looked around for Hawkwing wandering where he was.

[Brilliance]

Owl, Constellation
Halfgaze stood her ground after knocking Passionblaze away, giving the tom a stoney glare. The Thunderclan deputy glared back at her with a fire that matched his name. Halfgaze met his glare with an icy one, narrowing her heterochromatic eyes as she flicked her tail behind her. There was too much chaos to speak, but her body language clearly told Passionblaze to move on or face her. Halfgaze found that she was right when she doubted that he would fight her, as the frustrated tom moved off to let his anger out on someone else. The tortoiseshell let out a sigh of relief and turned to look at Goldenstar but before she could celebrate, Halfgaze was bowled over by another cat. The molly hissed and jabbed upwards with her paws to thrust her attacker away and stood facing him. It seemed that the Thunderclan warrior had attempted to step in for Passionblaze but had arrived slightly too late. Halfgaze growled and resumed a defensive position watching the tom with hawk-like eyes and waiting to strike until he was back on his paws.

—

Constellation
Dovecoo’s shoulder burned and she squinted her eyes shut against the pain, trying to ignore the foreign feeling of heat and a sticky substance leaking all over the shoulder. Even as a warrior, Dovecoo hadn’t been terribly fond of battles and tended to fight on the outskirts of the battle with less powerful cats. Therefore, she had few scars. This would be the biggest. Dovecoo shrunk down farther as the Thunderclan warrior lunged again, expecting the feeling of her claws taking through her skin once more. Instead, she felt nothing and heard the thud of a body and the slam of paws on the ground. Peeking open her blue eyes, Dovecoo let out a sigh of relief at the sight of Honeythistle preotecting her.

Piperwing lunged at the white feline once more, only to be thrown to the side by a much larger Shadowclan cat. Her head hit the ground hard and Piperwing was dazed for a moment. She got to her paws and shook her head, feeling blood trickle down the side of her head. She ignored it and growled at the second attacker. The sandy feline’s heart almost stopped when she saw the size of the cat before her. Piperwing was as fiery as they come and never hesitated in battle, but even she had to admit that her opponent was huge. Accepting that the battle was going to be incredibly tough didn’t mean she didn’t intend to fight it, though. Her eyes flicked to the cat behind him and she sneered, “What, you need a big tough tom to defend you?” Piperwing wasn’t a mean cat, but she didn’t stand for anyone doubting she-cats. She’d been doubted because of her gender and size all her life, and Piperwing had never turned down an opportunity to fight for her pride. After her jeer, the Thunderclan she-cat threw herself at the tom, lashing out with her paw to try to land on his back and claw him.

With the Thunderclan cat fallen for a moment, Honeythistle quickly took time to give Dovecoo and once-over look. His eyes trailed her form, making sure she was alright. When his eyes caught that she had a scar on her shoulder, trickle of blood dripping, his features morphed into something unreadable. It was a good thing that Dovecoo was hiding - at least trying her best to hide, despite her snowy fur being much too easy to detect. Honeythistle growled, slowly ready to approach the she cat. She looked a bit...lost for a moment when she was thrown to the side. “Don’t worry about her.” He snarled, unsheathing his claws to prepare for another attack. His opponent was a small little thing, for sure. Beating her would be as easy as crushing an insect. “You better hope you make it alive.” Honeythistle was already impatient, and with this battle going on, it only made him even more upset. Especially since Dovecoo was here! Honeythistle didn’t think traveling to the gathering would turn so deadly, but here two clans was; battling. If it was going to be anything like this, perhaps all his mates should be staying back at camp. At the same moment the she cat threw herself towards him, Honeythistle was charging at her. She was much slender than him, able to throw a perfect hit with sharp claws. Honeythistle has tensed upon the impact. He had twisted his body around to snap his jaws at the she cat. Bringing up a paw, the tom furiously struck, aiming to unbalance or hurt his opponent.

The call to attack rang in Brokencreek's ears. He flexed his claws, feeling his muscles tighten as he sprang into battle, searching for a ThunderClan cat worthy of his time. Finally.

He had missed the feeling of battle, the surge of adrenaline and strength that shot through his veins with every yowl and hiss. A grin stretched across his face as he slid between pairs of fighters, his skinny frame making him a hard target.

Brokencreek's eyes skimmed the fighting cats, assessing their size and strength. None of them are good enough, he thought with disgust. None of them except.... His eyes strayed to the group of cats in the center of the battle and his kinked tail lashed. An ambitious opponent, even for him, but he couldn't let this opportunity go to waste. In a flash black fur and green eyes, he leaped at Passionstar, teeth bared and claws outstretched.

Constellation (sorry this took a while!)

[Haha! He’s still Passionblaze in the battle c: ]
After throwing aside another Shadowclan warrior, Passionblaze was immediately ready to clash into another one. If his mind had been sober, he would had realized how wrong this was. He had no right to start a fight, but the chanting inside his mind thought otherwise. Someone had to address this issue. Passionblaze couldn’t allow two clans to attack them surprisingly and not expect for them to get revenge. Sure, they had won, but Passionblaze was not happy with the bloodshed and lost warriors at the expense of Windclan and Shadowclan. Now, he started a fight. One that he will finish. Breathing heavily, Passionblaze was met with green eyes in the distance. Another Shadowclan cat looking to be humiliated? Passionblaze whiskers twitched with a sadistic feel, and he prepared himself into a battle stance upon the hungry eyes of the Shadowclan warrior. Almost taunting his opponent to lunge toward him. In a flash, Passionblaze was caught off guard for a moment, he took a powerful blow to the ground. Using the strength in his legs, he kicked the Shadowclan warrior off him, snarling. Passionblaze scrambles to his paws, all feeling of pain blinded to him. He didn’t even take a moment to recover from his daze as he charged toward the Shadowclan warrior to claw at him.

——

Rain was pouring heavily. It would had been a nice time to sit and admire the powerful weather if it wasn’t a battle going on. Passionblaze had finished knocking aside a random Shadowclan warrior, and he was ready to put pain to others. With the rain, it was a blinding thing. Droplets covered his vision, causing him to blink more frequently than he needed to. All around him he could hear the ferocious growls, the deadly noise when a cat’s form impacted the ground. It was getting out of control! Blinking his eyes once more, Passionblaze ran blindly to find another Thunderclan warrior. They needed backup...quicker than he thought. He just hoped Riverclan was ready to come to their aid once more. His heavy paws slapped the ground, splashing deep puddles and soggy dirt. “Hey, you!” He boomed, not really knowing who he was addressing. He knew they were Thunderclan by their melting scent. Darkening and thundering rain, it was truly hard to tell what was before you. “Go get help from Fallenstar!” He ordered, his pelt completely wet, clinging to his frame.

Aurora Borealis

[Radler]

Ashnose wasn't sure how he felt about this upcoming Gathering. ShadowClan had joined in on the attack of ThunderClan's camp not too long ago. The battle was hard. Ashnose had faced one ThunderClan she-cat (he hardly considered her so due to her background as a rogue) and hadn't even won that fight. ShadowClan had retreated from ThunderClan's camp before either cat had been defeated. That wasn't to say that both warriors had left battle unharmed. Ashnose had a cut above his right eye and another on his right shoulder. Tufts of fur has been pulled out in other places. Ashnose wasn't sure exactly what injuries he'd been to cause of for his opponent Honeyflower, but he'd fought as hard as he could during the battle. He was sure some part of her was still feeling the sting of his claws. Anyways, Ashnose wasn't sure how he felt about the Gathering tonight. ShadowClan hadn't won that battle and ThunderClan was made up of a group of insecure kitties looking to victimize themselves whenever they could. They surely wouldn't let ShadowClan forget how the battle had concluded.

The British Shorthair had brought up the back of the group of ShadowClan cats heading to the Gathering. He was able to make sure that his Clanmates made it safely the Seastones from here. That and he'd pulled a muscle while fighting Honeyflower as well. He still hadn't fully recovered from it and walked with a slight limp. The proud ShadowClan warrior didn't want all of his Clanmates watching him limp all the way to the Gathering, so he'd stayed towards the back where he could see, but not be seen. When the tom had finally caught up to the rest of the Clan, he noticed that ThunderClan was there too. Pelts of both Clans were bristling and teeth were bared, yet no blood had been drawn. Ashnose's heart began to race. He expected a little bit of verbal fighting from all of the Clans after the battle, but what if some cat attacked another? The tom shivered as he thought of StarClan sending clouds to cover the moon. There was a truce and the Clans' warrior ancestors expected their living kin to respect it.

Much to Ashnose's dismay, he heard the order to attack come from Goldenstar. No cat had missed a beat and had immediately jumped into battle. Ashnose, however, had stood frozen out of shock and possibly out of fear too. "No!" He yowled into the mass of fighting cats when he finally came to his senses. "The truce! Remember the truce!" Some part of him wanted a second chance to rip the fur out of some mouse-brained ThunderClan cats, but the ShadowClan tom was driven to obey the truce. He didn't want to face StarClan's wrath. "The truce! The truce!" He repeatedly yowled into the air. His pleas had only fallen on deaf ears. Panicked, the tom's amber eyes began to dart around. He'd briefly passed over a younger ThunderClan she-cat and moved on. Realizing a heartbeat later that this she-cat had her eyes set on the gray tom and was stalking towards him, Ashnose redirected his amber eyes back towards the she-cat. "Don't do this," The warrior pleaded. "StarClan will be angry; it's the night of the truce." Ashnose willed the ThunderClan cat to understand the severity of their situation.

[ Okay wow this is a bit long. Don't feel obligated to match this length. I always get carried away with starters. Whoops! ]

As Leopardpaw approached Ashnose and saw the reluctance in his face, she felt her own unease stirring in her stomach. This wasn't a fight that should have happened, but it was inevitable after Shadowclan's pointless involvement in the attack on Thunderclan. The bengal apprentice tried to not let that emotion show on her face, and snarled, injecting a fierce town into her voice, "If Starclan was going to be angry they would have been angry the moment you attacked out camp." Leopardpaw hesitated for a moment to circle closer to the dark grey tom, "And don't forget, Shadowclan started this fight. Starclan wouldn't want us to stand here and be slaughtered." Leopardpaw's short fur bristled and her tail thrashed behind her, knewing this would be her one chance to win this fight for her mentor, and that she would need to attack first since her opponent suddenly seemed morally upstanding. Leopardpaw stood at an angle, head turned to study him with one narrowed eye. Then without giving Ashnose too much time to respond, she darted forwards, claws outstretched aiming for his shoulder, hoping for a position to be able to wrestle him to the ground.

[Radler]

Emberpaw prowled at the rear of the Shadowclan congregation, and when they came upon Thunderclan her tail thrashed in anticipation. She had not fought in the invasion on the Thunderclan camp, and she was desperate for an oppurtunity to speed up her training. When the clans sprung to life, she bounded around the outskirts of the fight, looking for an open and equal opponent. Her eyes settled on a silky-furred white tom, with a scar stretching across his shoulder. Emberpaw felt as thought she recognized him, but couldn't name him. She shrugged, all Thunderclan apprentices looked, smelled and acted the same. Without engaging in any unnecesary wordplay like many others around her were, she darted towards Snowpaw, her tail streaming out behind and her and her body low to the ground. She pulled one paw into the air to aim for his ear, thinking to herself she'd leave her mark in this fight by leaving her mark on her opponent. Spiral Whirl

[Fuzzy]

Snarlfang hissed, seeing a thunderclan molly standing a little ways from the Thunderclan patrol. The tom unsheathed his claws and made his way towards her, flicking his tail. "Thunderclanners always mess up everything. Why don't you find a way to control your deputy so dumb fights like this don't happen, she-cat?" He asked, growling.
The tom circled Deerfrost, his golden-orange pelt already drenched in rain.He lashed his tail, eyes narrowing as his muscles tensed up. His lip stuck above his snaggletooth, probably making the tom look a bit startling to anyone who might look. He circled the she-cat again, taunting her to make the first move. He was prepared for any fight she had though, fur standing on end and eyes wide open.

"What are you going to do now, lizardbrain? Shadowclan will beat your clan easy." He taunted, looking over Shadowclan's past defeats. Thunderclan put their paws where they didn't belong according to Snarlfang, and made his skin crawl. He crouched lower as he circled the she-cat again, yellow eyes glowing in the dim light. His gaze was fixed on the molly, waiting for her to make a move towards him and fight, or see if she would flee like a kitten.

(Hope you don't mind me fighting you)
(No not at all.)

Deerfrost stood her ground as the tom approched her, her brown gold hued eyes narrowed as the ShadowClan tom began to circle. Unsheathing her claws she wanted for the right moment to strike. The molly's tri colored pelt was drenched from the heavy rain soaking her to the bone. "It's not my flat ShadowClanners are mouse brained. Maybe if you never attacked us Passionblaze wouldn't have been tempted to attack your excuse for a leader." She shot back at the tom as he insulted Passionblaze and ThunderClan. Deerfrost wouldn't stand for that, insulting her Clan. It was true that she didn't enjoy spending time with them but it was her Clan, her home and her life. She wouldn't have anyone insulting ThunderClan,
that would not happen on her watch. Letting her tail lash slowly she kept a reallclose eye on Snarlefang. With his next comment she scuffed. "Really? A kit can tell you won't." She told him rolling her eyes almost. "Please, ShadowClan hasn't got a chance. They don't have any rabbit chacers to protect them, this time. Needless to reminded you that we won last time." The molly sneered a hiss edging in her voice. She was ready for him to attack already but apparently he was mouse hearted or something. Growing tired of their 'chat' Deerfrost jumped at the tom who was haft crouched. With her unsheathed claws she aimed to pin him along with give him a few scratches. She didn't want to kill him per say,
just teach him a lessen.

[dionysus]

Condensed
Halfgaze hissed as the Thunderclan tom landed a blow across her muzzle. She tried to block out his words, not wanting them to get her riled up. They reached her anyway, and anger flared in her heterochromatic eyes. Halfgaze already felt guilty for her part in the battles, but not because they fought. She believed that Shadowclan did what they had to do. She always felt some manner of guilt after a battle for all of the cats who died, but now that she was deputy she was more directly the cause of some of the deaths. Not to mention the injuries she caused were compounded since her status as deputy made cats target her. Anger got the better of her and Halfgaze let out a yowl as she lunged and skillfully threw herself at her opponent, attempting to knock him to the ground and pin him with her claws to his throat. If successful, the move would easily set her up for a killing blow. “I do not regret my clan’s actions and I stand by my leader. If you want someone to blame, look no further than your own clan’s leadership.”

—

Condensed
Cranewing narrowed her eyes at the Shadowclan warrior’s snarled words. She wasn’t intimidated. The adrenaline and anger of the battle drowned out her logical thoughts and smothered the little fear she had within her mind. Logistically speaking, winning a battle with someone so different in height and power would be nearly impossible. However, she had the advantage of speed which could make her victorious in the end. It was far more likely that she would fight him off long enough to engage in battle with a different cat so he would also move on. Perhaps she should’ve gone on defense, but Cranewing’s philosophy was that the best defense was a good offense. With that in mind, she ignored his threat and leaped, catching her claws on his shoulder to turn herself up into his back. The warrior’s snapping jaws missed her closely, but his heavy paw hit her squarely in the flank. All the air was pushed for Cranewing’s lungs as she was thrown off of the other cat. She hit the ground with a heavy thud and lay stunned for a moment. Her mind screamed at her limbs to move before her opponent could pin her, but she was still dazed. Finally, she regained movement and Cranewing scrambled to her paws and backed away from the other warrior to organize her thoughts and assess her wounds. Blood was still trickling from her ear and a new gash on her forehead poured the sticky substance down the side of her head. The shoulder she’d landed on was starting to hurt terribly but no wound was visible. Cranewing worries that there was some type of internal injury that the adrenaline masked, but she decided to deal with it later. The tom’s blow had been mostly with his paw pad, but some claw marks still bled on her side. Letting out a low growl, Cranewing lunged again with her claws aiming for his face.

[wolfie]

Emberpaw prowled at the rear of the Shadowclan congregation, and when they came upon Thunderclan her tail thrashed in anticipation. She had not fought in the invasion on the Thunderclan camp, and she was desperate for an opportunity to speed up her training. When the clans sprung to life, she bounded around the outskirts of the fight, looking for an open and equal opponent. Her eyes settled on a silky-furred white tom, with a scar stretching across his shoulder. Emberpaw felt as thought she recognized him, but couldn't name him. She shrugged, all Thunderclan apprentices looked, smelled and acted the same. Without engaging in any unnecessary wordplay like many others around her were, she darted towards Snowpaw, her tail streaming out behind and her and her body low to the ground. She pulled one paw into the air to aim for his ear, thinking to herself she'd leave her mark in this fight by leaving her mark on her opponent. Spiral Whirl

Snowpaw was minding his own business in the battle, well trying to. He didn't want to fight, while he was so keen on it last time... it got out of hand in his point of view. Snowpaw unsheathed his claws, maybe he should try to help someone out? No one really noticed the white furred apprentice which was a shocking thing to him. He stood out. He wasn't exactly the kind to well, talk while he fought. Unless he was begging for mercy, then nope. Snowpaw at the last second heard a noise, he jumped away but not enough to where his attacker would miss. A piece of his left ear was torn off, Snowpaw looked at it. At least it isn't the other ear. He realized that he was in a battle, right now. Right now. He glared at the she-cat, assuming it was a apprentice closed to his age. He darted away, before twisting around. He aim for her side, bringing his claws up to at least injure her side. He noticed that in battle his weakness was his side and belly. While already knowing about his left deaf ear. Snowpaw needed to keep a eye on it if she figured it out. For one thing, he wasn't someone who was competitive but hated losing something. Being in last place, it didn't even have to be first! Just not last place.

[Owl]

condensed

Rowanblaze glared at the deputy, his ears ringing with the sounds of cats yowling, screeching, and hissing. His body fueled by the adrenaline pulsing through his body. He felt his body buzzing with excitement at the battle, however, it wasn't pleased excitement. The tom was furious that the battle was getting out of control, cats were really going all out. As he realized this and saw Halfgaze's patience with him snap, he hurled himself out of the way, rolling away from the deputies experienced claws. "I never said I was pleased with how everything is being handled!" He snarled at her. "I never said I was happy that the leaders and deputies of these clans acting like apprentices quarreling over a scrap of prey." He hissed as he stalked toward her. "I do not approve of it, and best bet I'll be bringing up my displeasure of how things have been handled unlike you, standing by your leader's poor choices." The russet colored tom flicked his tail back and forth contemplating whether or not he wanted to really hard this she-cat. He knew, in the back of his mind, Halfgaze may not have that much authority to speak over her leader's choices but she didn't even try to advice her leader like a good deputy should.
(short...)

Radler Let me know when to jump in for Mistwing's save.
Broken

[Leaf_tail]

[Haha! He’s still Passionblaze in the battle c: ]
After throwing aside another Shadowclan warrior, Passionblaze was immediately ready to clash into another one. If his mind had been sober, he would had realized how wrong this was. He had no right to start a fight, but the chanting inside his mind thought otherwise. Someone had to address this issue. Passionblaze couldn’t allow two clans to attack them surprisingly and not expect for them to get revenge. Sure, they had won, but Passionblaze was not happy with the bloodshed and lost warriors at the expense of Windclan and Shadowclan. Now, he started a fight. One that he will finish. Breathing heavily, Passionblaze was met with green eyes in the distance. Another Shadowclan cat looking to be humiliated? Passionblaze whiskers twitched with a sadistic feel, and he prepared himself into a battle stance upon the hungry eyes of the Shadowclan warrior. Almost taunting his opponent to lunge toward him. In a flash, Passionblaze was caught off guard for a moment, he took a powerful blow to the ground. Using the strength in his legs, he kicked the Shadowclan warrior off him, snarling. Passionblaze scrambles to his paws, all feeling of pain blinded to him. He didn’t even take a moment to recover from his daze as he charged toward the Shadowclan warrior to claw at him.
(Whoops! Sorry about that^^)
Brokencreek hadn't expected Passionblaze to be so quick on his paws. He fell back, shielding his face from the claws raking along his fur. His hind leg slipped in the mud, almost causing him to lose his balance. For the first time, worry slid its way along his thoughts, but he banished his doubts with a shake of his head. A little mud won't stop me.

Though he tried to shove his concerns out of his mind--for Silverpelt's sake, I'm in a battle!--he couldn't help but notice the ferocity of the raindrops hammering his thin coat of fur. StarClan's wrath was not one to be reckoned with, and he knew the Clans would have to answer to this eventually.

Caught off guard, he had no time to duck Passionblaze's blow. His claws raked across his face. Brokencreek spat in fury as blood trickled down his cheek and mixed with the raindrops running down his fur. He shoved himself to his back legs, his claws gripping the mud, and swiped at the ThunderClan deputy.

[dionysus]

Condensed
(Do you want Half to seriously injure him?)
Halfgaze hissed at her opponent and listened to his words with a scowl. This warrior had no right to talk to her that way and the Shadowclan deputy was getting fed up with his insults. In the seconds she had for thought, Halfgaze realized that her responding to him was simply egging him on. The tortoiseshell shook her head and snarled, "You don't know what you're talking about." Quickly after her retort, Halfgaze lunged at the tom, aiming once more to pin him.

[ShiningFern]

(No not at all.)

Deerfrost stood her ground as the tom approched her, her brown gold hued eyes narrowed as the ShadowClan tom began to circle. Unsheathing her claws she wanted for the right moment to strike. The molly's tri colored pelt was drenched from the heavy rain soaking her to the bone. "It's not my flat ShadowClanners are mouse brained. Maybe if you never attacked us Passionblaze wouldn't have been tempted to attack your excuse for a leader." She shot back at the tom as he insulted Passionblaze and ThunderClan. Deerfrost wouldn't stand for that, insulting her Clan. It was true that she didn't enjoy spending time with them but it was her Clan, her home and her life. She wouldn't have anyone insulting ThunderClan,
that would not happen on her watch. Letting her tail lash slowly she kept a reallclose eye on Snarlefang. With his next comment she scuffed. "Really? A kit can tell you won't." She told him rolling her eyes almost. "Please, ShadowClan hasn't got a chance. They don't have any rabbit chacers to protect them, this time. Needless to reminded you that we won last time." The molly sneered a hiss edging in her voice. She was ready for him to attack already but apparently he was mouse hearted or something. Growing tired of their 'chat' Deerfrost jumped at the tom who was haft crouched. With her unsheathed claws she aimed to pin him along with give him a few scratches. She didn't want to kill him per say,
just teach him a lessen.

"At least we have more than two high ranked cats. Thunderclan doesn't even have a leader or proper medicine cat. Goldenstar is a great leader." He snarled, his teeth bared. The tom was prepared for her as she jumped on him, steadying himself on all four paws. He pretended to collapse under her weight so he could roll in order to get her off. Snarlfang wasn't sure if it would work, but he was stocky enough that it might. The cat rolled, tucking his legs under him as he did himself to minimize the she-cat's hold on him. The Shadowclanner didn't want to kill the molly, but he would injure her if he had to in order to teach thunderclan to stop messing with other clans.

He stayed upside down with the she-cat under him for a few moments, waiting for her grip to loosen.

[guapathecat]

Shallowpaw looked around in bewilderment. A battle! she thought, and thought of fighting for her Clan just like the warriors. She tried to find a cat to battle with. Just then, she spotted black-and-white tom trying to just stand around and not be attacked. Heheh. thought Shallowpaw, staring into the tom’s eyes.
She howled as she ripped across the muddy ground, her soaked pelt stuck to her skin. “You’ll pay, ThunderClan bile-heart!”
She leaped onto the tom, claws unsheathed, ripping at his bicolor pelt.

Flameleaf

[Tundra]

Skyfeather gave a loud growl as he flung her off. “Oh, you know... an apprentice with barely any training shouldn’t be fighting a full growl warrior.” He warned. “It could end badly for you.” The ton shrugged and let out a sigh. “But, if you really wanna fight then...” He glanced at the sky. “Go ahead, fight me. Just know that I’ll fight back, and you’ll regret it.” Skyfeather flicked his tail, wishing that Cherrydawn was here. He exhaled and stared into the apprentice’s eyes, prepared for anything. I never asked for this. I promise I wont hurt her, just... teach her a small lesson. Skyfeather dropped into a battle crouch and unsheathed his claws. He flattened his ears and let out a menacing growl.

[guapathecat]

Skyfeather gave a loud growl as he flung her off. “Oh, you know... an apprentice with barel any training shoukdn’t be fighting a full growl warrior.” He warned. “It could end badly for you.” The ton shrugged and let out a sigh. “But, if you really wanna fight then...” He glanced at the sky. “Go ahead, fight me. Just know that I’ll fight back, and you’ll regret it.” Skyfeather flicked his tail, wishing that Cherrydawn was here. He exhaled and stared into the apprentice’s eyes, prepared for anything. I never asked for this. I promise I wont hurt her, just... teach her a small lesson. Skyfeather dropped into a battle crouch and unsheathed his claws. He flattened his ears and let out a menacing growl.

Shallowpaw gasped as she landed on the ground, and then righted herself with a shake. “I learned some battle moves from my mentor. I’ll use them on you!” She hissed as she slid under Skyfeather and used her hind paws to fling him across the forest into a muddy puddle. She looked at him, suddenly concerned. “Are you okay?” She asked, feeling guilty about what could happen. For StarClan’s sake, he could have gotten a broken neck! Why wouldn’t she be guilty? She shook her head, clearing the thoughts out. Oh, come on, Shallowpaw! You can’t be concerned for the enemy during a battle! A conflicting voice in her head challenged her. But medicine cats are always concerned~ She hated her thoughts for trying to make her act like a medicine cat when she wasn’t one. NO! I’m not a medicine cat! Now shush and let me battle!
She leaped into the muddy puddle and started ripping with her claws at whatever was inside.

[Tundra]

Skyfeather landed headfirst in the puddle. He froze in terror, fearing that he might die from a. Broken neck. The tom flipped over and landed on his back, he let out a sigh of relief. He snarled as the cat asked if he was alright. “You little-! What...?” He narrowed his eyes and looked her over. “Y-Yeah, I’m fi-!” Skyfeather winced as he felt sharp claws rip at his pelt. He leapt out of the puddle to escape the claws and glared at her. He opened his jaws to let out a yowl, but instead a gasp came out. He recalled his last fight with his former friend, he shook his head to try and clear the thought. No! N... Not Thistlepaw. The warrior stumbled backward. This isn’t Thistlepaw that’s fighting you! Focus! He thought to himself, but it didn’t work. He placed a paw on his head and looked down at his paws with fear in his eyes. Focus! Focus! Focus! Skyfeather squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, then they snapped open. He let out a vicious snarl and stalked around the apprentice, his ears pinned to his head. His tail lashed back and forward. Suddenly, he sprang at the cat with a loud yowl.

[vellichor]

Condensed
Sprucefur jumped as Passionblaze, his soon-to-be leader, told him to get reinforcements. He glanced around for a moment. The rain was pouring. Every cat was soaked and covered in mud, but no cat seemed to care. His rich brown pelt was slathered in mud as well, but he had no time to get it off. ”Yes, Passionblaze!” he hissed in reply and darted off, leaving mud spraying in his wake. He had to get help from Fallenstar, had to run as fast as he could. But the mud weighed him down and made the ground slippery underpaw. And Sprucefur wasn’t really built for running. But he was trusted with this task, so he would run. Even when his lungs hurt, he kept running.

Condensed
Sharppaw hissed, turning around. The apprentice angrily yowled. How dare he? The apprentice was no coward. “Say that again to my face!” With that, the apprentice sprung, landing on top of Morningblue. He attempted to claw the warrior, fury making him crazy.

[ oop short sorry ]

[guapathecat]

Skyfeather landed headfirst in the puddle. He froze in terror, fearing that he might die from a. Broken neck. The tom flipped over and landed on his back, he let out a sigh of relief. He snarled as the cat asked if he was alright. “You little-! What...?” He narrowed his eyes and looked her over. “Y-Yeah, I’m fi-!” Skyfeather winced as he felt sharp claws rip at his pelt. He leapt out of the puddle to escape the claws and glared at her. He opened his jaws to let out a yowl, but instead a gasp came out. He recalled his last fight with his former friend, he shook his head to try and clear the thought. No! N... Not Thistlepaw. The warrior stumbled backward. This isn’t Thistlepaw that’s fighting you! Focus! He thought to himself, but it didn’t work. He placed a paw on his head and looked down at his paws with fear in his eyes. Focus! Focus! Focus! Skyfeather squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, then they snapped open. He let out a vicious snarl and stalked around the apprentice, his ears pinned to his head. His tail lashed back and forward. Suddenly, he sprang at the cat with a loud yowl.

Shallowpaw hissed and leaped to the side, but it was too late. Skyfeather had fastened himself to Shallowpaw’s flank, and she screeched, ears flattened, and whipped around and bit Skyfeather’s tail with all her force. “Haha!” she meowed with a mouthfull of tail.

[Tundra]

Skyfeather growled in pain and lashed his tail free of her grip. “Oh, I see, you just don’t know when to quit, do ya?” The tom raked his claws down her flank and released her. He balanced on his forepaws and kicked her in the side, sending her flying across the clearing. “That should teach you a lesson!”
[writers block]

[guapathecat]

Skyfeather growled in pain and lashed his tail free of her grip. “Oh, I see, you just don’t know when to quit, do ya?” The tom raked his claws down her flank and released her. He balanced on Firepaw’s and kicked her in the side, sending her flying across the clearing. “That should teach you a lesson!”
[writers block]

Shallowpaw flew along the clearing, just out of paw’s reach from the ground StarClan help me! she silently wailed in her head. She was flying toward a rock. Maybe I can stop myself here! She extended out a paw to stop herself at the rock. But Skyfeather had launched her so fast that the paw did nothing to stop her, instead breaking on impact with the rock. Shallowpaw let out a high-pitched wail of pure terror and pain. Great StarCln, my leg is broken! she hissed in her head. “How could you do this to me? You broke my paw, you small-brained fool!” she spat at Skyfeather. “I’ll never walk again, thanks to you.”

[Tundra]

Skyfeather walked up to her, his eyes narrowed, head held high and tail tip flicking. “I hope you learned your lesson.” He meowed. “This is why you shouldn’t fight full grown warriors, mouse-brain.” He glanced around at the fighting cats. “Now that you can’t run, you’re stuck here. And there’s nothing you can do about it!” He growled, thrusting his muzzle into her face, so close that their noses almost touched. “Now what, stupid apprentice. You’re alone, no one to defend you. I could kill you if I truely wanted, I’m sure you know this already. So, what will you do? Keep fighting, despite the broken paw, or try to limp away?”

[guapathecat]

Skyfeather walked up to her, his eyes narrowed, head held high and tail tip flicking. “I hope you learned your lesson.” He meowed. “This is why you shouldn’t fight full grown warriors, mouse-brain.” He glanced around at the fighting cats. “Now that you can’t run, you’re stuck here. And there’s nothing you can do about it!” He growled, thrusting his muzzle into her face, so close that their noses almost touched. “Now what, stupid apprentice. You’re alone, no one to defend you. I could kill you if I truely wanted, I’m sure you know this already. So, what will you do? Keep fighting, despite the broken paw, or try to limp away?”

Shallowpaw looked up at him, truly terrified. “I can’t limp... I can’t fight...”
Why did Skyfeather do this to her? She wanted to flay him alive for what he did, but then she remembered her hopes of being a medicine cat and started to cry. “This wouldn’t have happened... if I was a medicine cat... My true dream... I didn’t want to be a warrior apprentice...” She shook her head to clear his thoughts. “You know what you’ve done, right? Now I can’t even be a warrior, let alone a medicine cat. Im finished. I’m done.” She meowled, her crying growing harder.

[Brilliance]

(Whoops! Sorry about that^^)
Brokencreek hadn't expected Passionblaze to be so quick on his paws. He fell back, shielding his face from the claws raking along his fur. His hind leg slipped in the mud, almost causing him to lose his balance. For the first time, worry slid its way along his thoughts, but he banished his doubts with a shake of his head. A little mud won't stop me.

Though he tried to shove his concerns out of his mind--for Silverpelt's sake, I'm in a battle!--he couldn't help but notice the ferocity of the raindrops hammering his thin coat of fur. StarClan's wrath was not one to be reckoned with, and he knew the Clans would have to answer to this eventually.

Caught off guard, he had no time to duck Passionblaze's blow. His claws raked across his face. Brokencreek spat in fury as blood trickled down his cheek and mixed with the raindrops running down his fur. He shoved himself to his back legs, his claws gripping the mud, and swiped at the ThunderClan deputy.

Rain was always a delight to Passionblaze, but fighting in heavy rain? It wasn’t an easy thing to do. The weather conditions wasn’t ideal for the purpose. His fur was matted down, rain dripping in his gaze and blurring it for a moment. As Passionblaze spring forward to cast another hit, he was pushed back with a sharp sting from the other tom’s claws. Giving him good long scratches on his face. Passionblaze let out an infuriating growl. Bad timing for it to be storming this hard... the acidic rain dripping on the scratches left on his face, burned even more, but with loss of feeling and a numb mind, Passionblaze found it hard to notice it.

When the battle was over, he’d notice it. All the pain this battle physically beat into him. For now, the rain couldn’t stop the fight so through a blinded vision, Passionblaze lowered himself onto the ground, swiftly slipping forward to drag a claw against his opponent’s side. Lowering himself to the ground made it a bit easier to see, but not as easily it would be in daytime. Or, a day that had cleared skies. The water was building up, he could feel the puddles covering his paws.

Covered in bruises, dust, mud, and blood was not a pretty sight when the rain was the final piece of art that drenched his pelt.


Cranewing narrowed her eyes at the Shadowclan warrior’s snarled words. She wasn’t intimidated. The adrenaline and anger of the battle drowned out her logical thoughts and smothered the little fear she had within her mind. Logistically speaking, winning a battle with someone so different in height and power would be nearly impossible. However, she had the advantage of speed which could make her victorious in the end. It was far more likely that she would fight him off long enough to engage in battle with a different cat so he would also move on. Perhaps she should’ve gone on defense, but Cranewing’s philosophy was that the best defense was a good offense. With that in mind, she ignored his threat and leaped, catching her claws on his shoulder to turn herself up into his back. The warrior’s snapping jaws missed her closely, but his heavy paw hit her squarely in the flank. All the air was pushed for Cranewing’s lungs as she was thrown off of the other cat. She hit the ground with a heavy thud and lay stunned for a moment. Her mind screamed at her limbs to move before her opponent could pin her, but she was still dazed. Finally, she regained movement and Cranewing scrambled to her paws and backed away from the other warrior to organize her thoughts and assess her wounds. Blood was still trickling from her ear and a new gash on her forehead poured the sticky substance down the side of her head. The shoulder she’d landed on was starting to hurt terribly but no wound was visible. Cranewing worries that there was some type of internal injury that the adrenaline masked, but she decided to deal with it later. The tom’s blow had been mostly with his paw pad, but some claw marks still bled on her side. Letting out a low growl, Cranewing lunged again with her claws aiming for his face.

One thing Honeythistle knew that the pain in his back was not an hallucination. It burned more than ever and only made him furious. For a small little thing, this Thunderclan she cat sure was coming back for more. Especially toward a cat who was - what? - double her size? Honeythistle had to smack her away with a heavy paw because if he hadn’t, she would have a good advantage at being exposed to his back. The claw marks still hurt, but Honeythistle forced himself to shake the pain away. His opponent was on the ground once more, which gave more the reason for Honeythistle to finish the battle here. Then again, it wouldn’t have been any fun to stop a battle that just began. After all, this Thunderclan cat had attacked one of his mates - no one was supposed to hurt any of his queens of kits. Honeythistle wanted to make her feel more than pain...if that was possible. He didn’t want to kill her; he wanted her to suffer strongly until she felt the need to be put out her misery. So, he waited for her to get back up and when she did, Honeythistle did not expect for her to aim for his face. He dodged the wrong way, and colliding sharp claws slightly reopening an old wound that he gained moons ago. It made him jump back, hissing in agony. The diagonal gash that stitched his face made him feel that it was being ripped apart once more. Little crimson droplets coated the ground. Honeythistle didn’t even take much time to recover because he was charging once more, swiping claws to meet the side of her neck.

[Tundra]

Skyfeather lifted a unsheathed paw and raked his claws across her side. “Heh, you really are worthless...” He sat down, tail still flicking. “You know... This would have never happened if you hadn’t come.” The tom flattened his ears and shook his head. “I’m sorry it had to be this way, Thistlepaw.” Skyfeather glare at the shecat through narrowed eyes. “But you-” He pricked his ears as she spoke. “I... What?” He shook his head to clear his thoughts and stared at the apprentice in shock. “Oh my StarClan! I’m so sorry!” He crouched next to the apprentice and looked at her with sympathy in his eyes. “I didn’t mean to! I... I thought you were someone else and I wasn’t thinking straight, I’m very sorry! I didn’t mean to break your leg!”

[The Cannibal]

[ooc: Oof, you do well with your post size! :D]

Twiglike limbs flailing as he scrambled out from underneath the ThunderClan apprentice, Stiltpaw's heart beat headily in his ears, drowning out the hisses and yowls of his clanmates until they were not much more than white noise. He didn't know the feeling of a good fight like the she-cat did, adrenaline had begun to kick in but what skill might grow from it was less tactful, more instinctive and self-preserving than what an older, trained apprentice might experience. In the dim light, darkening more as storm clouds set upon them, the tom's pale orange eyes were giant, owl-like, with pupils so big they could rival a bramble berry. Set in a skinny but tall frame, he must have looked particularly strange. His opponent too bushed up her coat and tail, and at her sharp hiss the tom managed a high-pitched warning growl.

"Frog-dirt!" Was all that Stiltpaw hissed in retort, before he put his weight on his haunches, lean muscle of his body taut, and drew up his forepaws in a boxing manner. With claws drawn from their sheaths, the young ShadowClanner quickly threw out a hit with one paw, trying to aim for the she-cat's nose while keeping the other paw ready to strike a second blow.
{Oh, thank you >.<" Was actually worried it might not be enough haha!}
Everything around Raccoonpaw faded into a blur and the very sounds seemed to be blocked out of her ears, everything being focused on the apprentice in front of her and the small area they around themselves to fight. She found it useful to block out everything around her and focus solely on this conflict, though it did leave her open to attack if any other Shadowclan apprentice decided to jump in, or even a warrior. However, she forced herself to not think about that. She couldn't predict everything in a fight and she certainly didn't need to spend her time trying to do that. From her gaze, he looked nervous, like he had never had a battle before, as if he had never actually been trained to battle anyways. Was he a new apprentice? Get your thoughts back on track! Her mind yowled, forcing her to lash her tail, her claws flexing as she watched him for his next move, wanting to play more of a defensive strategy now that she had used her element of surprise.

"That's what you're going to be when I'm through with you!" She immediately yowled back in response, backing up just slightly as she saw him rearing up on his hind legs and drew up his forepaws and quickly swatted out, aiming right for her nose. It was a split second decision, but she decided to go for it. She let the strike it her nose, but then surged forward, head down, going to attempt to headbutt him in the chest, to send him sprawling backwards since he was on his hind legs, planning to start battering him once he was on the ground if her hit landed.

[guapathecat]

Skyfeather lifted a unsheathed paw and raked his claws across her side. “Heh, you really are worthless...” He sat down, tail still flicking. “You know... This would have never happened if you hadn’t come.” The tom flattened his ears and shook his head. “I’m sorry it had to be this way, Thistlepaw.” Skyfeather glare at the shecat through narrowed eyes. “But you-” He pricked his ears as she spoke. “I... What?” He shook his head to clear his thoughts and stared at the apprentice in shock. “Oh my StarClan! I’m so sorry!” He crouched next to the apprentice and looked at her with sympathy in his eyes. “I didn’t mean to! I... I thought you were someone else and I wasn’t thinking straight, I’m very sorry! I didn’t mean to break your leg!”

Shallowpaw snarled. "Yeah right, mouseface. I heard the Heh, you really are worthless... comment you made back there. Do you really think I can forgive you? You altered my entire life and you think sorry can cut it?!?
NO!"

[Tundra]

Skyfeather reeled back in shock. "I... I really am sorry. I promise!" He shuffled his paws.
"I thought you were an old friend of mine, then... I couldn't think straight. I'm sorry." Skyfeather got to his paws and sheathed his claws.
He held his head high and closed his eyes. "Go ahead. Do anything you want. Claw me, bite me. I wont care..."

[guapathecat]

Skyfeather reeled back in shock. "I... I really am sorry. I promise!" He shuffled his paws.
"I thought you were an old friend of mine, then... I couldn't think straight. I'm sorry." Skyfeather got to his paws and sheathed his claws.
He held his head high and closed his eyes. "Go ahead. Do anything you want. Claw me, bite me. I wont care..."

Shallowpaw hissed a jumble of sounds as she stared at Skyfeather. She gave him a look of distrust. "Are you really sorry?" Because if he really wasn't, she would claw him.

[Tundra]

Skyfeather nodded.
"This was an unfair fight." The tom flicked his tail. "You barely even got a hit on me..." He dipped his head, preparing himself for the blows he might receive. "I won't stop you."

[Midgefur]

{Oh, thank you >.<" Was actually worried it might not be enough haha!}
Everything around Raccoonpaw faded into a blur and the very sounds seemed to be blocked out of her ears, everything being focused on the apprentice in front of her and the small area they around themselves to fight. She found it useful to block out everything around her and focus solely on this conflict, though it did leave her open to attack if any other Shadowclan apprentice decided to jump in, or even a warrior. However, she forced herself to not think about that. She couldn't predict everything in a fight and she certainly didn't need to spend her time trying to do that. From her gaze, he looked nervous, like he had never had a battle before, as if he had never actually been trained to battle anyways. Was he a new apprentice? Get your thoughts back on track! Her mind yowled, forcing her to lash her tail, her claws flexing as she watched him for his next move, wanting to play more of a defensive strategy now that she had used her element of surprise.

"That's what you're going to be when I'm through with you!" She immediately yowled back in response, backing up just slightly as she saw him rearing up on his hind legs and drew up his forepaws and quickly swatted out, aiming right for her nose. It was a split second decision, but she decided to go for it. She let the strike it her nose, but then surged forward, head down, going to attempt to headbutt him in the chest, to send him sprawling backwards since he was on his hind legs, planning to start battering him once he was on the ground if her hit landed.

When the black and white tom's claws met the opposing apprentice's nose leather, he felt a wave of energy like an ember crackling in his chest- his first strike in battle! But he realized he should save any cockiness until afterward, especially when he watched as the striped she-cat barreled full force at him. Her head made an impact with his gut and Stiltpaw's breath escaped him in an audible groan, before getting shaken again as his back hit the forest floor. A heavy paw hit his chin and claws nicked his lower lip, before he knew what was going on, the tom felt strikes on his neck and chest as well.

Heaving, Stiltpaw had to think of something quickly, anything that might get him out from underneath the ThunderClan cat. Unable to suppress the frustrated hissing passing through his teeth, he raised his hind legs and kicked out as hard as he could, trying to score her underside with pale claws. The distant meow about someone with a broken leg, made the young tom shiver involuntarily and he hoped to StarClan nothing like that would happen to him.

[Leaf_tail]

Rain was always a delight to Passionblaze, but fighting in heavy rain? It wasn’t an easy thing to do. The weather conditions weren’t ideal for the purpose. His fur was matted down, rain dripping in his gaze and blurring it for a moment. As Passionblaze spring forward to cast another hit, he was pushed back with a sharp sting from the other tom’s claws. Giving him good long scratches on his face. Passionblaze let out an infuriating growl. Bad timing for it to be storming this hard... the acidic rain dripping on the scratches left on his face, burned even more, but with loss of feeling and a numb mind, Passionblaze found it hard to notice it.

When the battle was over, he’d notice it. All the pain this battle physically beat him. For now, the rain couldn’t stop the fight so through a blinded vision, Passionblaze lowered himself onto the ground, swiftly slipping forward to drag a claw against his opponent’s side. Lowering himself to the ground made it a bit easier to see, but not as easy it would be in daytime. Or, a day that had clear skies. The water was building up, he could feel the puddles covering his paws.

Covered in bruises, dust, mud, and blood was not a pretty sight when the rain was the final piece of art that drenched his pelt.
Seething with rage and pain, Brokencreek snarled and leaped forward, his claws swiping at Passionblaze's face. Before he had gotten too far, the mud around his feet caught on his fur, pulling him to down to his paws. He hissed in rage and tugged his feet from the thick sludge. He backed away from the other cat as the reality of the battle sank in. The rain, the mud... StarClan must be furious, he realized. But not even StarClan could keep him from this battle.

It wasn't only StarClan that was affecting his performance. The other cuts and wounds along his body were slowly but surely sapping at his strength. The rain made his kinked tail ache dully. Though he kept his teeth bared and his hackles raised, his exhaustion was evident in the slump of his muscles. Brokencreek could barely muster the effort to dodge the tom's attacks. I can't do this, he realized, his desperation mounting.

In a flurry of remounted vigor, he pulled his ears flat and attacked Passionblaze, aiming for the soft underskin of his belly. If you can't win fair, play dirty.

[Brilliance]

Seething with rage and pain, Brokencreek snarled and leaped forward, his claws swiping at Passionblaze's face. Before he had gotten too far, the mud around his feet caught on his fur, pulling him to down to his paws. He hissed in rage and tugged his feet from the thick sludge. He backed away from the other cat as the reality of the battle sank in. The rain, the mud... StarClan must be furious, he realized. But not even StarClan could keep him from this battle.

It wasn't only StarClan that was affecting his performance. The other cuts and wounds along his body were slowly but surely sapping at his strength. The rain made his kinked tail ache dully. Though he kept his teeth bared and his hackles raised, his exhaustion was evident in the slump of his muscles. Brokencreek could barely muster the effort to dodge the tom's attacks. I can't do this, he realized, his desperation mounting.

In a flurry of remounted vigor, he pulled his ears flat and attacked Passionblaze, aiming for the soft underskin of his belly. If you can't win fair, play dirty.

Giving up was not an option. Never an option when it came to the flamed tom. He fought until he was motionless. Since he wasn’t dead yet, he was still useful, so he continued to fight. Every burning sensation was shadowed by his empty thoughts and raged emotions. Passionblaze detected a drop of energy from his opponent. Giving up so quickly? Possibly, this gave Passionblaze an advantage. Then again, Passionblaze didn’t like to fight opponents who were tired so quickly.

Then, the tom came hurtling back towards Passionblaze, giving the deputy less time to recuperate. Passionblaze rolled to the side, feeling fresh claw marks wound his side. Internally, the deputy was screaming but his outward appearance had been eerily calm. Blood, mixed with rain created such a graphic scene that it wasn’t for the faint of the heart.

Passionblaze, as quick as he could, he used the strength in his bulky legs to kick at the Shadowclan warrior. At least to throw him far enough so that he was able to cater to his side. This was not a simple wound. His side, deeply gashed made it hurt for him to twist. Despite this, Passionblaze never been the one to allow pain to deter him. So, he was up again in a flash, ready to endure whatever this tom offered. The power of impulsion was fearless. The weak of impulsion was reckless.

[Radler]

Snowpaw was minding his own business in the battle, well trying to. He didn't want to fight, while he was so keen on it last time... it got out of hand in his point of view. Snowpaw unsheathed his claws, maybe he should try to help someone out? No one really noticed the white furred apprentice which was a shocking thing to him. He stood out. He wasn't exactly the kind to well, talk while he fought. Unless he was begging for mercy, then nope. Snowpaw at the last second heard a noise, he jumped away but not enough to where his attacker would miss. A piece of his left ear was torn off, Snowpaw looked at it. At least it isn't the other ear. He realized that he was in a battle, right now. Right now. He glared at the she-cat, assuming it was a apprentice closed to his age. He darted away, before twisting around. He aim for her side, bringing his claws up to at least injure her side. He noticed that in battle his weakness was his side and belly. While already knowing about his left deaf ear. Snowpaw needed to keep a eye on it if she figured it out. For one thing, he wasn't someone who was competitive but hated losing something. Being in last place, it didn't even have to be first! Just not last place.

Emberpaw felt a burst of victory surge through her as she nicked Snowpaw's ear, a childlike pleasure because this was her first battle and that was her first ever succesful, well, semi-succesful, move. She couldn't wait to tell Nightshadow! But first, she would need to defeat this scrawny Thunderclan tom. She landed clumsily, her paws skidding slightly in the mud, and before she could react, the white apprentice was dancing around her, approaching her with nimble movements and soaring towards her with his claws outstretched. While Emberpaw always prided herself on her speed, she could not dodge his blow as effectively as he had dodged hers. Not thinking how to react, she had turned towards him and his claws had instead sliced through her shoulder. Emberpaw yowled in pain, frustration shading her tone. She wrenched herself away from Snowpaw, drawing herself up to full height, her fur bristling and tail shaking with anger. She stood with blood welling from her shoulder and dripping down her leg, pooling in a muddy indent at her paws. Emberpaw gave her shoulder a brief lick, inspecting her own wound before whirling her attention back to Snowpaw. She gave the white tom as little time to react as possible, surging toward him and gathering herself into a leap less than a fox-length away from him. As she threw herself through the air, she aimed to land squarely on his back, hoping to knock him to the ground and bite him on the back on the neck.

[Radler]

Nightshadow smirked as she saw that her attack had succeded. She tried to pretend that it was no surprise, but she was worried about how her strength would hold up with the mud and slippery rain. She nodded as heard the other cat's words, Mmhm, Hon. Not gonna cry, huh? Surprising. You know, I might go easy on you if you cry." She rolled her eyes and felt the unstable ground beneath her paws. This was a horrible time to be fighting, and she guessed there would be tremendous losses on both sides. And I won't be one of them, she reassured herself. Steadying herself, she stood square in front of Mistwing. Nightshadow was scared that they would lose cats to the weather and ShadowClan wouldn't win, but Nightshadow had to have faith in her clan that they would win. Attacks running through her head, she thought quickly about the validity of each one. She then decided that if she knocked the other cat down and gave her a few good swipes the ThunderClan cat would run away, or at least beg for mercy. Thinking about this, she suddenly she leaped straight ahead with her paws out in front of her.

Mistwing snarled in frustration as she skidded to the ground. The look of certainty and victory that glinted in Nightshadow's eyes enraged her. Mistwing, who had never been certain about anything in her life aside from the fact she would never have something to lose, was going to be defeated by this simple Shadowclan cat. Anger surged within her, and when she saw Nightshadow leap towards her once again, Mistwing made a risky move. She flipped onto her back, revealing her belly, knowing with the speed that Nightshadow's moved at she wouldn't have enough time to gather herself to her paws. Mistwing's favourite move in battle had always been to go for her opponents stomach, and now that Nightshadow's victory was almost already ensured, the last thing Mistwing could use in her battle was her recklessness. Mistwing kicked her paws in the air, claws flexing as Nightwing soared towards her. Her icy eyes shone fiercely through a pelt matted almost entirely in mud. This was Mistwing testing Nightshadow's resolve. If she committed to her attack, Nightshadow could either give or recieve a potentially life-threatening wound.

[OOC: cut her up, sis! also, sorry for the late reply my dog has been really sick so I've been looking after her]

[Liekki]

Mistwing snarled in frustration as she skidded to the ground. The look of certainty and victory that glinted in Nightshadow's eyes enraged her. Mistwing, who had never been certain about anything in her life aside from the fact she would never have something to lose, was going to be defeated by this simple Shadowclan cat. Anger surged within her, and when she saw Nightshadow leap towards her once again, Mistwing made a risky move. She flipped onto her back, revealing her belly, knowing with the speed that Nightshadow's moved at she wouldn't have enough time to gather herself to her paws. Mistwing's favourite move in battle had always been to go for her opponents stomach, and now that Nightshadow's victory was almost already ensured, the last thing Mistwing could use in her battle was her recklessness. Mistwing kicked her paws in the air, claws flexing as Nightwing soared towards her. Her icy eyes shone fiercely through a pelt matted almost entirely in mud. This was Mistwing testing Nightshadow's resolve. If she committed to her attack, Nightshadow could either give or recieve a potentially life-threatening wound.

[OOC: cut her up, sis! also, sorry for the late reply my dog has been really sick so I've been looking after her]
Nightshadow felt a surge of panic as she saw Mistwing's paws go up into the air. Her momentum carried her forward, but if she tried to move out of the leap she had taken, she would tumble to the ground and could get more injuries. She cringed as Mistwing's claws raked across her stomach, the wounds just deep enough to draw blood. Nightshadow yelped as she hit the ground hard on her front paws behind Mistwing. She whipped around and gathered her strength for another attack. Her style of fighting used slow, heavy attacks that required a lot of strength, but not much speed. She used her powerful back legs to once again pounce, trying to pin Mistwing down. It didn't occur to her that so far none of her pouncing attacks hadn't worked, so she continued on with trying to defeat Mistwing. This time she didn't say anything, focused on the task at hand rather than insults.

(OOC: Oh, sorry to hear that! I hope your dog gets better! Who should we mention now?)

[Radler]

Nightshadow felt a surge of panic as she saw Mistwing's paws go up into the air. Her momentum carried her forward, but if she tried to move out of the leap she had taken, she would tumble to the ground and could get more injuries. She cringed as Mistwing's claws raked across her stomach, the wounds just deep enough to draw blood. Nightshadow yelped as she hit the ground hard on her front paws behind Mistwing. She whipped around and gathered her strength for another attack. Her style of fighting used slow, heavy attacks that required a lot of strength, but not much speed. She used her powerful back legs to once again pounce, trying to pin Mistwing down. It didn't occur to her that so far none of her pouncing attacks hadn't worked, so she continued on with trying to defeat Mistwing. This time she didn't say anything, focused on the task at hand rather than insults.

(OOC: Oh, sorry to hear that! I hope your dog gets better! Who should we mention now?)

Mistwing let out a sigh of relief when her plan worked. As much as she had faith in her move, she didn't want to die on her back looking like a stupid apprentice who hadn't even learned to shield their stomach. While visibly, Mistwing appeared to have the upper hand, the shallow cuts littering Nightshadow's body oozing blood, the Shadowclan warrior heavy blows had taken it's toll. As Mistwing rose to her paws, her legs trembled, feeling bruises forming in all the areas where Nightshadow had hit her. Mistwing summoned all the disgust she could in to her voice, spitting out, "You really are a slow learner aren't you? All Shadowclan cats are the same. Can't tell another cats business from your own, can't tell a cat from a fox, and can't tell when you are absolutely losing, not just a fight, a battle." Mistwing flicked her tail, gesturing to the grappling cats around her, in an attempt to distract Nighshadow. Mistwing didn't know Nighshadow very well, and didn't know if her taunting would make her opponent more fierce or more clumsy. This time, Mistwing wrenched her body in to the air, rising on her hind legs to meet Nighshadow mid pounce. She lunged forward, teeth bared and aiming for Nighshadow's throat. But again, at the worst possible moment, the mud shifted beneath her paws. Her claws scored the soggy earth but it was no use, she began toppling backwards yet again. Mistwing's jaw snapped shut a hair's breadth away Nightshadow's throat, her first and last chance at a killing blow ruined. As Mistwing fell backwards and Nighshadow toppled over, Mistwing wondered how Nightshadow would react, knowing that Mistwing had intended to end her life.

[OOC: perhaps in your next post you can pin Mistwing down and go for the throat cut and tag Owl when you do it, she should be able to tag Beau when she attacks you. and remember I'd really love it if you could miss Mistwing's throat and instead cut her eye, i really want to her to part blind lol]

[Jynx]

(( This will be short, Sorry ! ))

Goldenstar had begun to feel raindrops beat down on him, nothing crazy yet, but downpour certainly wasn’t far away. He scowled when he missed the she-cat, but didn’t let that discourage him. It was up to him to try to make up for the uncalled order to attack he had released, but there was no way he could make this up. He was trying his best to not call himself stupid, almost dodging her, before feeling a weight slam into him, now trying to push her off him, preparing to rake his claws across her stomach.
Sweetfawn struggled to keep herself from siding off of him, digging her claws into his pelt with a powerful grip. She was younger and much less experienced, though, and as he faked his claws down her soft stomach fur, asharp yowl of pain cut trough her. The female wrenched herself away, her belly wounds dripping from his marks. It wasn't so horrible that she would have to run away, but the pain was nauseating. As she faced the ShadowClan leader, her thoughts raced a mile a minute. "Why did you attack us on the night of a gathering?" She three the question out with no intent of backing up any retort, she had wildly thought of something to buy her a few crucial seconds before attacking again, and this was the first thing she thought of.

[:blue:]

Sweetfawn struggled to keep herself from siding off of him, digging her claws into his pelt with a powerful grip. She was younger and much less experienced, though, and as he faked his claws down her soft stomach fur, asharp yowl of pain cut trough her. The female wrenched herself away, her belly wounds dripping from his marks. It wasn't so horrible that she would have to run away, but the pain was nauseating. As she faced the ShadowClan leader, her thoughts raced a mile a minute. "Why did you attack us on the night of a gathering?" She three the question out with no intent of backing up any retort, she had wildly thought of something to buy her a few crucial seconds before attacking again, and this was the first thing she thought of.

Golden’s shoulders stung, and now he was trying to get her off him. Thankfully, his claws actually managed to scrape across her stomach, and that helped a bunch. Quickly pushing himself up, grimacing as he felt mud plastered against his body. He could push the substance away, but that wasn’t the thing on his mind right now. What was actually on his mind was getting this cat to leave him alone. “The question you should be asking yourself is why your deputy attacked first.” he growled, his eyes narrowed. She was trying to stall, that was obvious, and that only made him lunge towards the she-Cat once again, trying not to kill her, but make sure that she would learn to check her facts before accusing him. Yes, he did attack, but passionblaze had hurt him first! There wasn’t any time to think about it right now, his eyes narrowed as he tried to pin her down.

[Leaf_tail]

Giving up was not an option. Never an option when it came to the flamed tom. He fought until he was motionless. Since he wasn’t dead yet, he was still useful, so he continued to fight. Every burning sensation was shadowed by his empty thoughts and raged emotions. Passionblaze detected a drop of energy from his opponent. Giving up so quickly? Possibly, this gave Passionblaze an advantage. Then again, Passionblaze didn’t like to fight opponents who were tired so quickly.

Then, the tom came hurtling back towards Passionblaze, giving the deputy less time to recuperate. Passionblaze rolled to the side, feeling fresh claw marks wound his side. Internally, the deputy was screaming but his outward appearance had been eerily calm. Blood, mixed with rain created such a graphic scene that it wasn’t for the faint of the heart.

Passionblaze, as quick as he could, he used the strength in his bulky legs to kick at the Shadowclan warrior. At least to throw him far enough so that he was able to cater to his side. This was not a simple wound. His side, deeply gashed, made it hurt for him to twist. Despite this, Passionblaze had never been the one to allow pain to deter him. So, he was up again in a flash, ready to endure whatever this tom offered. The power of impulsion was fearless. The weak of impulsion was reckless.
Passionblaze's legs caught him in the chest, shoving Brokencreek back into the mud. He hissed in agony as the mud seeped into his fur. He tried to get to his feet, ready to attack again, but his legs just scrambled uselessly in the sludge. His breath came in uneven gasps, his chest stuttering. Get up! he wanted to scream at himself. Get up, you useless piece of crowfood! He was frozen--in pain or fear, he couldn't tell. Get up get up get up!

Slowly, painfully, Brokencreek lifted himself to his paws. The cuts on his flank were not streaming blood, droplets steadily dripping off his fur and mixing with the mud. His back legs trembled with the force of keeping him upright, his paws gripping the ground. The wounds dotting his flank screamed in pain, but she shook his head stubbornly. Keep fighting, Brokencreek. Never surrender. He took a step forward, then another.

Brokencreek didn't bother to pretend that he wasn't injured; it was obvious to anyone watching that he wouldn't be able to stand on his paws for much longer, but he still had his pride. He flexed his claws, his chest heaving, his body swaying, and leaped clumsily at Passionblaze.

[wolfie]

Emberpaw felt a burst of victory surge through her as she nicked Snowpaw's ear, a childlike pleasure because this was her first battle and that was her first ever succesful, well, semi-succesful, move. She couldn't wait to tell Nightshadow! But first, she would need to defeat this scrawny Thunderclan tom. She landed clumsily, her paws skidding slightly in the mud, and before she could react, the white apprentice was dancing around her, approaching her with nimble movements and soaring towards her with his claws outstretched. While Emberpaw always prided herself on her speed, she could not dodge his blow as effectively as he had dodged hers. Not thinking how to react, she had turned towards him and his claws had instead sliced through her shoulder. Emberpaw yowled in pain, frustration shading her tone. She wrenched herself away from Snowpaw, drawing herself up to full height, her fur bristling and tail shaking with anger. She stood with blood welling from her shoulder and dripping down her leg, pooling in a muddy indent at her paws. Emberpaw gave her shoulder a brief lick, inspecting her own wound before whirling her attention back to Snowpaw. She gave the white tom as little time to react as possible, surging toward him and gathering herself into a leap less than a fox-length away from him. As she threw herself through the air, she aimed to land squarely on his back, hoping to knock him to the ground and bite him on the back on the neck.

Snowpaw took in a little victory of landing that blow, to be honest he been training hard the moment this war was declared. He knew Thunderclan would win this war. Violence wasn't his thing but it needed to be done, right? Oh, Starclan, let me be right. He thought. He could see she was obviously mad at him, which he didn't know if he should be scared or not. He didn't know this... Shadowclan cat. Snowpaw was happy to keep some of his ear at least. He didn't really feel in rage. Unlike how he usually did feel. I can be scary. I can be scary, too! Ya! He look at the blood pooling a little at her paws, looking away in disgust. He seriously couldn't handle blood. Snowpaw swallowed, his stomach was feeling queasy again. When the she-cat was on her hind legs her full height, he couldn't help but think it was kind of like a Two-Leg. Gah, Snowpaw! Your in a battle, stay focused! When she was on his back, the first thing that came in mind was to roll. Specially, something on his back was kind of sensitive. he disliked it. Snowpaw dropped to the ground, beginning to roll. Luckily he didn't mind getting dirty. While he was about her age and same weight, he may not crush her but rolling have him a advantage and a disadvantage. She could easily hurt his back or neck being under him, but Snowpaw was crushing her. Trying to, anyway. Osbasion [i forgot their suffix XD ], look! I'm actually fighting. I think I'm kind of winning! The apprentice thought, secretly letting himself believe his mentor was watching.

[Thistledawn]

As Leopardpaw approached Ashnose and saw the reluctance in his face, she felt her own unease stirring in her stomach. This wasn't a fight that should have happened, but it was inevitable after Shadowclan's pointless involvement in the attack on Thunderclan. The bengal apprentice tried to not let that emotion show on her face, and snarled, injecting a fierce town into her voice, "If Starclan was going to be angry they would have been angry the moment you attacked out camp." Leopardpaw hesitated for a moment to circle closer to the dark grey tom, "And don't forget, Shadowclan started this fight. Starclan wouldn't want us to stand here and be slaughtered." Leopardpaw's short fur bristled and her tail thrashed behind her, knewing this would be her one chance to win this fight for her mentor, and that she would need to attack first since her opponent suddenly seemed morally upstanding. Leopardpaw stood at an angle, head turned to study him with one narrowed eye. Then without giving Ashnose too much time to respond, she darted forwards, claws outstretched aiming for his shoulder, hoping for a position to be able to wrestle him to the ground.

"Think!" Ashnose hissed at Leopardpaw. He didn't want to fight the she-cat, but the British Shorthair felt his body begin to prepare to attack. It took all of his willpower just to keep still. "What happened a quarter-moon ago doesn't matter. The truce is all that matters right now." The ShadowClan warrior argued. He kept his amber eyes glued to the young bengal. He stayed firmly planted where he was, only moving his eyes and his head to follow the ThunderClan apprentice as she circled the tom. He had more to say, but hadn't gotten the chance to speak. The apprentice charged at the older tom with a speed that impressed him, but only for a heartbeat. Ashnose's first instinct was to counter Leopardpaw's attack with his own, but he didn't want to be a part of angering StarClan. He'd do his best to stay out of this, or even stop this fighting if he could.

So the tom dashed to the side with hardly a second to spare. Leopardpaw had missed him by just one hair on his pelt. He expected this she-cat would be made a warrior soon. She seemed skilled, but perhaps it only appeared that way because Ashnose wasn't fighting back. "ShadowClan cats don't kill to win, especially not me." The tom's words were rushed, but firm. He was beginning to pant already. "No Clan should be slaughtered under the truce. Not tonight, not ever." It was hard for Ashnose to even hear himself over all of the yowling coming from all of the fighting cats. He spoke louder this time. "We don't have to fight. We can stop the fighting instead." His amber eyes were pleading for the younger cat to understand and to help.

[Radler]

Snowpaw took in a little victory of landing that blow, to be honest he been training hard the moment this war was declared. He knew Thunderclan would win this war. Violence wasn't his thing but it needed to be done, right? Oh, Starclan, let me be right. He thought. He could see she was obviously mad at him, which he didn't know if he should be scared or not. He didn't know this... Shadowclan cat. Snowpaw was happy to keep some of his ear at least. He didn't really feel in rage. Unlike how he usually did feel. I can be scary. I can be scary, too! Ya! He look at the blood pooling a little at her paws, looking away in disgust. He seriously couldn't handle blood. Snowpaw swallowed, his stomach was feeling queasy again. When the she-cat was on her hind legs her full height, he couldn't help but think it was kind of like a Two-Leg. Gah, Snowpaw! Your in a battle, stay focused! When she was on his back, the first thing that came in mind was to roll. Specially, something on his back was kind of sensitive. he disliked it. Snowpaw dropped to the ground, beginning to roll. Luckily he didn't mind getting dirty. While he was about her age and same weight, he may not crush her but rolling have him a advantage and a disadvantage. She could easily hurt his back or neck being under him, but Snowpaw was crushing her. Trying to, anyway. Osbasion [i forgot their suffix XD ], look! I'm actually fighting. I think I'm kind of winning! The apprentice thought, secretly letting himself believe his mentor was watching.

As soon as Emberpaw made contact with Snowpaw's back, she dug her claws into his white pelt, deep enough to make blood well up in stark contrast against his fur. She was taken aback when Snowpaw rolled onto his back, but did not loose her hold, determined to cling to him no matter what he tried. But before she could do any substantial damage, she felt the crushing weight of the Thunderclan apprentice on top of her and let out a panicked yowl. For a few heartbeats, Emberpaw struggled for breath, rendered almost immobile by Snowpaw. After a few heaving seconds, she snapped her jaw shut around the only thing she could reach, the middle of Snowpaw's thrashing tail. She did whatever she could to get the white apprentice off of her, flexing her claws embedded in his back. Nothing seemed like it would be enough to make Snowpaw release his upper hand, when suddenly a bolt of lighting lit up the sky with a defeaning crack, thunder rumbling behind it.


"Think!" Ashnose hissed at Leopardpaw. He didn't want to fight the she-cat, but the British Shorthair felt his body begin to prepare to attack. It took all of his willpower just to keep still. "What happened a quarter-moon ago doesn't matter. The truce is all that matters right now." The ShadowClan warrior argued. He kept his amber eyes glued to the young bengal. He stayed firmly planted where he was, only moving his eyes and his head to follow the ThunderClan apprentice as she circled the tom. He had more to say, but hadn't gotten the chance to speak. The apprentice charged at the older tom with a speed that impressed him, but only for a heartbeat. Ashnose's first instinct was to counter Leopardpaw's attack with his own, but he didn't want to be a part of angering StarClan. He'd do his best to stay out of this, or even stop this fighting if he could.

So the tom dashed to the side with hardly a second to spare. Leopardpaw had missed him by just one hair on his pelt. He expected this she-cat would be made a warrior soon. She seemed skilled, but perhaps it only appeared that way because Ashnose wasn't fighting back. "ShadowClan cats don't kill to win, especially not me." The tom's words were rushed, but firm. He was beginning to pant already. "No Clan should be slaughtered under the truce. Not tonight, not ever." It was hard for Ashnose to even hear himself over all of the yowling coming from all of the fighting cats. He spoke louder this time. "We don't have to fight. We can stop the fighting instead." His amber eyes were pleading for the younger cat to understand and to help.

Leopardpaw felt a buzz of frustration as Ashnose dodged her initial attack, but also felt excited he was doing at least something to counter her advances. She barely paid attention to his words, Starclan the last thing on her mind. As she skidded to a halt she whipped around and teased, "I won't tell Starclan if you won't." She was uncharacteristically furious on her mentors behalf, and this had been her first oppurtunity in battle, and this was not a fight she could run away from. This time, she darted towards Ashnose with more certainty, her paws now familiar with the slippery earth. As she surged towards him, mimicking her earlier attack, at the last second she side-stepped her original target and dropped her body low the ground, snapping at Ashnose's hindleg, her teeth less than a mouse-length away from his leg as she rapidly closed the distance.

[Tundra]

Skyfeather nodded.
"This was an unfair fight." The tom flicked his tail. "You barely even got a hit on me..." He dipped his head, preparing himself for the blows he might receive. "I won't stop you."
guapathecat

[dionysus]

One thing Honeythistle knew that the pain in his back was not an hallucination. It burned more than ever and only made him furious. For a small little thing, this Thunderclan she cat sure was coming back for more. Especially toward a cat who was - what? - double her size? Honeythistle had to smack her away with a heavy paw because if he hadn’t, she would have a good advantage at being exposed to his back. The claw marks still hurt, but Honeythistle forced himself to shake the pain away. His opponent was on the ground once more, which gave more the reason for Honeythistle to finish the battle here. Then again, it wouldn’t have been any fun to stop a battle that just began. After all, this Thunderclan cat had attacked one of his mates - no one was supposed to hurt any of his queens of kits. Honeythistle wanted to make her feel more than pain...if that was possible. He didn’t want to kill her; he wanted her to suffer strongly until she felt the need to be put out her misery. So, he waited for her to get back up and when she did, Honeythistle did not expect for her to aim for his face. He dodged the wrong way, and colliding sharp claws slightly reopening an old wound that he gained moons ago. It made him jump back, hissing in agony. The diagonal gash that stitched his face made him feel that it was being ripped apart once more. Little crimson droplets coated the ground. Honeythistle didn’t even take much time to recover because he was charging once more, swiping claws to meet the side of her neck.

Cranewing didn't know why the Shadowclan tom refrained from attacking her while she was dazed, but he let her regain her senses. For some reason, that didn't make her feel better. Cranewing knew that she needed to attack first in order to keep herself from being attacked. The feline made a wild lunge for her opponent's face and actually connected, ripping open a presumably old scar that she hadn't bothered to notice earlier. It must have hurt like the dark forest itself from the noise it brought from the tom. It was rather nasty a wound and Cranewing actually felt a tinge of guilt at reopening it. She found it hard to look at, but couldn't look away in case he attacked. She was right to be cautious as he charged her moments later. The skies had opened up long ago and rain was pouring to the earth in sheets, watering the dirt. The battling cats' paws only served to churn the dirt and water into a thick mud that dragged at their limbs. This very mud slowed Cranewing's reactions as she leaped away, allowing the other cat's claws to scrape her neck. Her quick reflexes, despite the problem of the mud, turned a potentially fatal wound to a simple scratch. It still hurt, though, and Cranewing hissed in pain as she stumbled to the side, almost falling into the mud.
Dovecoo gasped with every movement of the battle and winced at the throbbing pain of her bleeding shoulder. The sight of Honeythistle's reopened gash turned Dovecoo's stomach and the queen felt as if she might be sick. When the battle reached a slight pause as both cats recovered from shock and pain, Dovecoo scurried to Honeythistle's side and tried to nudge him away, "Come on, Honey! Let's just go back to camp. The mud is making the battle to difficult anyway." The queen begged, hoping to remove him and herself from the dangerous situation.

[wolfie]

As soon as Emberpaw made contact with Snowpaw's back, she dug her claws into his white pelt, deep enough to make blood well up in stark contrast against his fur. She was taken aback when Snowpaw rolled onto his back, but did not loose her hold, determined to cling to him no matter what he tried. But before she could do any substantial damage, she felt the crushing weight of the Thunderclan apprentice on top of her and let out a panicked yowl. For a few heartbeats, Emberpaw struggled for breath, rendered almost immobile by Snowpaw. After a few heaving seconds, she snapped her jaw shut around the only thing she could reach, the middle of Snowpaw's thrashing tail. She did whatever she could to get the white apprentice off of her, flexing her claws embedded in his back. Nothing seemed like it would be enough to make Snowpaw release his upper hand, when suddenly a bolt of lighting lit up the sky with a defeating crack, thunder rumbling behind it.


[/COLOR][/FONT][/INDENT]Leopardpaw felt a buzz of frustration as Ashnose dodged her initial attack, but also felt excited he was doing at least something to counter her advances. She barely paid attention to his words, Starclan the last thing on her mind. As she skidded to a halt she whipped around and teased, "I won't tell Starclan if you won't." She was uncharacteristically furious on her mentors behalf, and this had been her first oppurtunity in battle, and this was not a fight she could run away from. This time, she darted towards Ashnose with more certainty, her paws now familiar with the slippery earth. As she surged towards him, mimicking her earlier attack, at the last second she side-stepped her original target and dropped her body low the ground, snapping at Ashnose's hindleg, her teeth less than a mouse-length away from his leg as she rapidly closed the distance.

Snowpaw hissed in pain, blocking off his distracting thoughts. he could feel the burning sensation in his ear a little but specially in his back. He assumed the she-cat wasn't letting go, either real studdborn or a mouse-brain. In his book, anyway. He was a bit grateful that his stomach was getting as knotted as it was, after all blood and all that stuff made him queasy. He felt her teeth in his tail, hissing at her. His poor, poor, tail! Snowpaw furrowed his eyebrows. [ because cats have those ]
Then he heard it. His eyes seem to be covered in fear, the cackling sound boomed in his ears. Snowpaw wasn't a scaredy cat, he didn't want to be one but oh, he hated thunder and lightening. He felt suffocated which didn't make since because he was the one doing the suffocation. He wanted to get out of here, flee. It was humerous, actually. A Thunderclan apprentice scared of Thunder and Lightening. It was his own clan name! Snowpaw was growing desperate to get her off his back and change where they were battling to a better place. Luckily the yowls of the other cats didn't make it sound so loud.
Snowpaw knew she wasn't going to give up, he was sure of it. He got up on all of his four paws, twisting his head to snap his jaws at her in a menacing way. She was close enough to nip her nose. Snowpaw reared up on his hind legs, balancing enough to slam her into a nearby tree. It was the only thing he could really think off, surely the impact were dizzy her a little to make her let go, hopefully. "Oof." He grunted, feeling some of the impact but most of it was blocked due to having her on his back. Snowpaw tried to ignore the sound, sure he reeked of fear. However, it wasn't from his attacker just the sounds...

[NightWarrior4Life]

Oh, CloverCarnation is going to be very upset about this... CottonFlower panicked but left the safety of the bushes and leaped out into the open, ready to fight. I-I've never done this before!
OPEN

[SuspiciousMindz]

Suspiciousmindz

(for Treetiger and Shadetail!)

As the fight broke out, with yowls ringing through the night time air, Shadetail felt his heart sink into his paws. Another fight? So soon after the last one? The Clans were just barely beginning to recover from ThunderClan and WindClan's last skirmish, and another battle would just hinder that progress. Nonetheless, the lanky ShadowClan tom narrowed his eyes, quickly shifting gears and unsheathing his claws. It wasn't long before his Syndicate training and mentality kicked in, and soon his claws itched for a pelt to rip up. His yellow eyes surveyed the clearing of writhing cats, each locked in their own fearsome battle. This was another chance to prove himself to ShadowClan. This was another chance to finally show his Clanmates which side he was on - once and for all, hopefully.

It didn't take him long to spot another warrior, much younger than he was, and instantly he knew this was only her first or second battle. The ThunderClan scent rolled off her in waves, and Shadetail turned towards her, readying himself. Perfect. Let's teach the younger generation what a real fighter looks like he thought with a sly smirk on his expression, yellow hues narrowing as he slunk towards the unsuspecting feline. "You look rather young to be fighting amongst adults," he called to her, already crouched down low as he circled her, ignoring the fights going on around him. He knew that even though they were same size, there was no way this ThunderClan kit had the same battle skills as him. He could feel his Syndicate blood taking over, and suddenly he had to hold himself back from attacking right then and there.

There was too much happening. Treetiger was inhaling and exhaling rapidly before she closed her eyes and concentrated. An eerie feeling began to consume her before she began hearing that familiar voice once more. Thank goodness! she thought to herself, feeling a little relief before the trance was broken by a rather rude voice. Her green eyes flashed open and rested on Shadetail. Let him have it... "I must appear threatening enough for a young cat if you're willing to challenge me so easily," she replied before a voice snapped in her head. Oh! How silly of her! She needed to get into a battle stance or it would appear she didn't know what she was doing! The Bengal mix crouched down, lashing her tail behind her. Her green hues glowed with challenge. Good... the more threatening the better, be ready for the attack! it snapped once more and Treetiger couldn't help but growl under her breath. "I already know this!" It was loud enough for Shadetail to hear, but this was normal for Treetiger, it would throw her off if he responded to that.

[guapathecat]

guapathecat

Shallowpaw looked at Skyfeather,
and saw the sympathy in his eyes. "I won't attack you, mousebrain. Just get me back to the rest of ShadowClan, or take me to a Clan with an opportunity of being a medicine cat."

[Tundra]

Skyfeather blinked. He thought for a moment, then spoke. "I... I think SkyClan has no medicine cat apprentice..." He flicked his ears. "If I do take you my mate will be wondering where I am..."

[guapathecat]

Skyfeather blinked. He thought for a moment, then spoke. "I... I think SkyClan has no medicine cat apprentice..." He flicked his ears. "If I do take you my mate will be wondering where I am..."

"Well then take her with! A little journey couldn't hurt." she meowed, looking at Skyfeather's worried gaze.

[Tundra]

Skyfeather gave her a worried look.
"She can't. She's expecting kits."
He told her. "I don't think a journey to SkyClan would be good for her. Sorry."

[guapathecat]

Skyfeather gave her a worried look.
"She can't. She's expecting kits."
He told her. "I don't think a journey to SkyClan would be good for her. Sorry."

Shallowpaw protested. "At least tell her where you're going!"

[Tundra]

Skyfeather shuffled his paws. “I will once the battle is over.” He promised. Just know, I’m not going into your territory to get you. You have to meet me at the border at moonhigh if you want to go.”

[Brilliance]

Cranewing didn't know why the Shadowclan tom refrained from attacking her while she was dazed, but he let her regain her senses. For some reason, that didn't make her feel better. Cranewing knew that she needed to attack first in order to keep herself from being attacked. The feline made a wild lunge for her opponent's face and actually connected, ripping open a presumably old scar that she hadn't bothered to notice earlier. It must have hurt like the dark forest itself from the noise it brought from the tom. It was rather nasty a wound and Cranewing actually felt a tinge of guilt at reopening it. She found it hard to look at, but couldn't look away in case he attacked. She was right to be cautious as he charged her moments later. The skies had opened up long ago and rain was pouring to the earth in sheets, watering the dirt. The battling cats' paws only served to churn the dirt and water into a thick mud that dragged at their limbs. This very mud slowed Cranewing's reactions as she leaped away, allowing the other cat's claws to scrape her neck. Her quick reflexes, despite the problem of the mud, turned a potentially fatal wound to a simple scratch. It still hurt, though, and Cranewing hissed in pain as she stumbled to the side, almost falling into the mud.
Dovecoo gasped with every movement of the battle and winced at the throbbing pain of her bleeding shoulder. The sight of Honeythistle's reopened gash turned Dovecoo's stomach and the queen felt as if she might be sick. When the battle reached a slight pause as both cats recovered from shock and pain, Dovecoo scurried to Honeythistle's side and tried to nudge him away, "Come on, Honey! Let's just go back to camp. The mud is making the battle to difficult anyway." The queen begged, hoping to remove him and herself from the dangerous situation.


It wasn't easy to fight when you felt like your face was being torn into two. Honeythistle managed, as hard as he could to claw the she cat's neck, but she turned, causing his potentially fatal wound to become one of minimal pain. He watched as she stumbled to the side, and he was ready to attack her again - he was truly livid. In pain! The thundering skies didn't cease his mood any less. It only made him desperate even more because the ground was slippery. His fur clung to his frame. Honeythistle crouched low to the ground, providing him a good leverage to bulldoze into his opponent, hoping to knock the wind out of her. Hopefully, her life as well, but before he could complete the action, Dovecoo was at his side, nudging him away. Honeythistle had hissed at her, still moody and in pain. She didn't need to be out on the battlefield right now! he needed to be in-hiding. Where she was away from hungry eyes. Honeythistle lifted up from his crouching position, looking down at Dovecoo was a glaring gaze. That's one thing she was right about. ''But - she's still alive!'' He countered, breathing heavily as his eyes sought out the thunderclan she cat. Honeythistle wanted to finish the fight, but keeping out here longer meant that Dovecoo would be in this caught in this mess. Growling, Honeythistle turned away, pressing himself against his mate to lead her away. He was thinking more on the line to support and protect her. When deep down, Honeythistle knew he was the one who needed the support.

Passionblaze's legs caught him in the chest, shoving Brokencreek back into the mud. He hissed in agony as the mud seeped into his fur. He tried to get to his feet, ready to attack again, but his legs just scrambled uselessly in the sludge. His breath came in uneven gasps, his chest stuttering. Get up! he wanted to scream at himself. Get up, you useless piece of crowfood! He was frozen--in pain or fear, he couldn't tell. Get up get up get up!

Slowly, painfully, Brokencreek lifted himself to his paws. The cuts on his flank were not streaming blood, droplets steadily dripping off his fur and mixing with the mud. His back legs trembled with the force of keeping him upright, his paws gripping the ground. The wounds dotting his flank screamed in pain, but she shook his head stubbornly. Keep fighting, Brokencreek. Never surrender. He took a step forward, then another.

Brokencreek didn't bother to pretend that he wasn't injured; it was obvious to anyone watching that he wouldn't be able to stand on his paws for much longer, but he still had his pride. He flexed his claws, his chest heaving, his body swaying, and leaped clumsily at Passionblaze.

With mud covering his paws and rain making his pelt drenched, Passionblaze steadily got to his paws, as fast as he could with his side aching. The mud was slippery, not ideal for fighting standards. But, when you were in battle, that mattered little.

Passionblaze kept a glare towards his opponent, watching as he was struggling as well. It would had been a humorous sight if Passionblaze found a battle to be comical. Nothing about this fight was funny. Passionblaze was edging closer, the pain a hum in his ear that he ignored. As long as the tom continued to fight back, Passionblaze would reciprocate.

The shadowclan cat was appearing closer, causing Passionblaze to stop dead in his tracks, a fierce gaze casted onto his enemy. When the tom had threw himself towards Passionblaze, his movement was slippery, caused by the mud, perhaps. This clumsy move gave Passionblaze the advantage to quickly leap to the side, causing him to almost hunch over because of his side. That didn't mean he dodged the faint pick of claws touching his fur. Passionblaze quickly scrambled back up, and he shot forward towards his opponent to knock him off balance.

[Liekki]

Mistwing let out a sigh of relief when her plan worked. As much as she had faith in her move, she didn't want to die on her back looking like a stupid apprentice who hadn't even learned to shield their stomach. While visibly, Mistwing appeared to have the upper hand, the shallow cuts littering Nightshadow's body oozing blood, the Shadowclan warrior heavy blows had taken it's toll. As Mistwing rose to her paws, her legs trembled, feeling bruises forming in all the areas where Nightshadow had hit her. Mistwing summoned all the disgust she could in to her voice, spitting out, "You really are a slow learner aren't you? All Shadowclan cats are the same. Can't tell another cats business from your own, can't tell a cat from a fox, and can't tell when you are absolutely losing, not just a fight, a battle." Mistwing flicked her tail, gesturing to the grappling cats around her, in an attempt to distract Nighshadow. Mistwing didn't know Nighshadow very well, and didn't know if her taunting would make her opponent more fierce or more clumsy. This time, Mistwing wrenched her body in to the air, rising on her hind legs to meet Nighshadow mid pounce. She lunged forward, teeth bared and aiming for Nighshadow's throat. But again, at the worst possible moment, the mud shifted beneath her paws. Her claws scored the soggy earth but it was no use, she began toppling backwards yet again. Mistwing's jaw snapped shut a hair's breadth away Nightshadow's throat, her first and last chance at a killing blow ruined. As Mistwing fell backwards and Nighshadow toppled over, Mistwing wondered how Nightshadow would react, knowing that Mistwing had intended to end her life.

[OOC: perhaps in your next post you can pin Mistwing down and go for the throat cut and tag Owl when you do it, she should be able to tag Beau when she attacks you. and remember I'd really love it if you could miss Mistwing's throat and instead cut her eye, i really want to her to part blind lol]
Nightshadow rolled her eyes at Mistwing's words and snickered, "whatever you say, Dear. If you're that insecure about yourself that it makes you feel better to say that to me, go right ahead." Her eyes glanced at the cats Mistwing was gesturing towards and when she turned her head back, she saw Mistwing lunging towards her. Nightshadow scrambled back, knowing she would be able to avoid the blow. She squeezed her eyes shut in that split second, but no bite from Mistwing came. Her eyes fluttered open and she reeled back, Mistwing's jaws snapping so close to her face that she could feel the molly's breath on her nose. Suddenly Mistwing slipped and fell, falling clumsily on the ground. Nightshadow bristled at the thought of Mistwing's attempted kill. She snarled and leaped forward, landing in front of Mistwing. She held the other cat down with one paw and waved her claws tauntingly in front of Mistwing's face, gloating that the other cat could do nothing about this. She drew her arm to the side and reached forward to draw her claws against Mistwing's neck.

(OOC: Got it. Owl should knock Nightshadow away now, and that will move her claws to Mistwing's eyes.)

[guapathecat]

Skyfeather shuffled his paws. “I will once the battle is over.” He promised. Just know, I’m not going into your territory to get you. You have to meet me at the border at moonhigh if you want to go.”


Shallowpaw hissed. "I can't walk."

[Tundra]

Skyfeather rolled his eyes. “Well, what do you want me to do? Carry you?”

[Owl]

Nightshadow rolled her eyes at Mistwing's words and snickered, "whatever you say, Dear. If you're that insecure about yourself that it makes you feel better to say that to me, go right ahead." Her eyes glanced at the cats Mistwing was gesturing towards and when she turned her head back, she saw Mistwing lunging towards her. Nightshadow scrambled back, knowing she would be able to avoid the blow. She squeezed her eyes shut in that split second, but no bite from Mistwing came. Her eyes fluttered open and she reeled back, Mistwing's jaws snapping so close to her face that she could feel the molly's breath on her nose. Suddenly Mistwing slipped and fell, falling clumsily on the ground. Nightshadow bristled at the thought of Mistwing's attempted kill. She snarled and leaped forward, landing in front of Mistwing. She held the other cat down with one paw and waved her claws tauntingly in front of Mistwing's face, gloating that the other cat could do nothing about this. She drew her arm to the side and reached forward to draw her claws against Mistwing's neck.

(OOC: Got it. Owl should knock Nightshadow away now, and that will move her claws to Mistwing's eyes.)

Beau Radler

Rowanblaze tumbled over onto his back and looked up in slight shock at Halfgaze. Then, Rowanblaze growled at Halfgaze, "I don't know what I'm talking about?" He snarled lifting up his lips revealing his sharp canines. "I think you're wrong." But before Halfgaze could do anything, he saw just behind Halfgaze, Mistwing was pinned down by Nightshadow. Growling, the tom kicked the deputy off with all of his might, throwing her to the side. "Shadowclan trash..." He growled as he leaped knocking Nightshadow away, causing her to miss Mistwings throat but claw her eye. Rowanblaze, at the time, didnt realize what happened. He simply leaped onto Nightshadow and swiping at her muzzle with his claws now completely unsheathed, his claws penetrating her cheek deeply.

[Radler]

Nightshadow rolled her eyes at Mistwing's words and snickered, "whatever you say, Dear. If you're that insecure about yourself that it makes you feel better to say that to me, go right ahead." Her eyes glanced at the cats Mistwing was gesturing towards and when she turned her head back, she saw Mistwing lunging towards her. Nightshadow scrambled back, knowing she would be able to avoid the blow. She squeezed her eyes shut in that split second, but no bite from Mistwing came. Her eyes fluttered open and she reeled back, Mistwing's jaws snapping so close to her face that she could feel the molly's breath on her nose. Suddenly Mistwing slipped and fell, falling clumsily on the ground. Nightshadow bristled at the thought of Mistwing's attempted kill. She snarled and leaped forward, landing in front of Mistwing. She held the other cat down with one paw and waved her claws tauntingly in front of Mistwing's face, gloating that the other cat could do nothing about this. She drew her arm to the side and reached forward to draw her claws against Mistwing's neck.

(OOC: Got it. Owl should knock Nightshadow away now, and that will move her claws to Mistwing's eyes.)

Beau Radler

Rowanblaze tumbled over onto his back and looked up in slight shock at Halfgaze. Then, Rowanblaze growled at Halfgaze, "I don't know what I'm talking about?" He snarled lifting up his lips revealing his sharp canines. "I think you're wrong." But before Halfgaze could do anything, he saw just behind Halfgaze, Mistwing was pinned down by Nightshadow. Growling, the tom kicked the deputy off with all of his might, throwing her to the side. "Shadowclan trash..." He growled as he leaped knocking Nightshadow away, causing her to miss Mistwings throat but claw her eye. Rowanblaze, at the time, didnt realize what happened. He simply leaped onto Nightshadow and swiping at her muzzle with his claws now completely unsheathed, his claws penetrating her cheek deeply.

Mistwing squirmed under Nightshadow's powerful grip, furious at herself that she had messed up such an important move, and as Nightshadow's claws neared her throat, Mistwing realized she had apparently raised the stakes very high. Mistwing struggle against Nightshadow's hold for a moment, but when she realized the futility she slumped back against the ground. Mistwing wasn't sure if her sudden submission was because she didn't want to fight anymore or to lull Nightshadow into a false sense of security. The reasonable and exhausted sides of her mind fought within her. Mistwing stared up past Nighshadow's sneering face and into the sky, thinking to herself what a terrible night it was to die. The clouds overhead were thick and ominous, and the mixture of mud and blood underfoot now stained her pelt. A blur of burgundy flickered in the corner of her eye, and Mistwing, nor her opponent, had any time to react as Rowanblaze appeared seemingly from nowhere to barrel Nightshadow out of the way. Already mid-strike, Nightshadow's unsheathed claws were jolted away from her throat, and instead clipped her open eye. For a heartbeat, Mistwing was still frozen to the ground, but with no one holding her down this time. And then she let out a yowl of pain, lost in the wind to the sounds of other screeching cats. The sharp pain from her left eye stabbed into her brain and for a few moments she writhed on the ground, pawing at her eye, feeling panic grow inside her at the sudden blindness in her eye. As Mistwing remained downed for a few heartbeats longer, she saw Rowanblaze slashing furiously at Nightshadow.

[Radler]

Snowpaw hissed in pain, blocking off his distracting thoughts. he could feel the burning sensation in his ear a little but specially in his back. He assumed the she-cat wasn't letting go, either real studdborn or a mouse-brain. In his book, anyway. He was a bit grateful that his stomach was getting as knotted as it was, after all blood and all that stuff made him queasy. He felt her teeth in his tail, hissing at her. His poor, poor, tail! Snowpaw furrowed his eyebrows. [ because cats have those ]
Then he heard it. His eyes seem to be covered in fear, the cackling sound boomed in his ears. Snowpaw wasn't a scaredy cat, he didn't want to be one but oh, he hated thunder and lightening. He felt suffocated which didn't make since because he was the one doing the suffocation. He wanted to get out of here, flee. It was humerous, actually. A Thunderclan apprentice scared of Thunder and Lightening. It was his own clan name! Snowpaw was growing desperate to get her off his back and change where they were battling to a better place. Luckily the yowls of the other cats didn't make it sound so loud.
Snowpaw knew she wasn't going to give up, he was sure of it. He got up on all of his four paws, twisting his head to snap his jaws at her in a menacing way. She was close enough to nip her nose. Snowpaw reared up on his hind legs, balancing enough to slam her into a nearby tree. It was the only thing he could really think off, surely the impact were dizzy her a little to make her let go, hopefully. "Oof." He grunted, feeling some of the impact but most of it was blocked due to having her on his back. Snowpaw tried to ignore the sound, sure he reeked of fear. However, it wasn't from his attacker just the sounds...

Emberpaw felt the Thunderclan apprentice stiffen when the boom of the thunder reached them, and for a heartbeat she thought this was her oppurtunity. But she was taken aback as Snowpaw lurched to his paws strongly and reared on his hind legs. Too late, did she realize he meant to crush her against a tree. Emberpaw yowled in pain again as her back made contact with the rough bark, and her head snapped back and thudded into the tree, her claws slipping out of Snowpaw's back as she crumbled to the ground. Emberpaw painfully dragged herself to her paws, looking up at Snowpaw, wondering why he didn't give the final blow. Her white opponent seemed to frozen on the spot, the scent of fear swirling around him. What was he afraid of, he was winning? Emberpaw didn't waste too long thinking about it, and gathered all of her strength into her aching legs and flung herself at Snowpaw with her front paws outstretched. She managed to wrap her front legs around the side of his neck while his guard was down, but her own momentum pulled her body over his, her strong grip around his neck threatening to pull him over after her. Emberpaw knew this was her only chance to gain any semblance of victory in this battle, it wouldn't be long until Snowpaw regained his head and became her formiddable opponent yet again.

[Mauve]

There was too much happening. Treetiger was inhaling and exhaling rapidly before she closed her eyes and concentrated. An eerie feeling began to consume her before she began hearing that familiar voice once more. Thank goodness! she thought to herself, feeling a little relief before the trance was broken by a rather rude voice. Her green eyes flashed open and rested on Shadetail. Let him have it... "I must appear threatening enough for a young cat if you're willing to challenge me so easily," she replied before a voice snapped in her head. Oh! How silly of her! She needed to get into a battle stance or it would appear she didn't know what she was doing! The Bengal mix crouched down, lashing her tail behind her. Her green hues glowed with challenge. Good... the more threatening the better, be ready for the attack! it snapped once more and Treetiger couldn't help but growl under her breath. "I already know this!" It was loud enough for Shadetail to hear, but this was normal for Treetiger, it would throw her off if he responded to that.


Shadetail, crouched low in his battle stance, yellow eyes narrowed, suddenly blinked as he heard Treetiger mutter something else. His stance relaxed just a hair, and he lifted his head just a bit. "Knew what?" he called, keeping his tone level so as to not reveal his surprise with her rather odd statement. The ShadowClan warrior was well aware that this might be some sort of ThunderClan battle trick to get their opponents off guard. Well it won't work with me, sweetheart, he thought, narrowing his eyes once more. "You know, it doesn't even matter. I'm gonna put a few scratches in that lovely pelt of yours regardless," he hissed, scrapping one claw across the dirt as he spoke. A low growl rumbled in his chest and without a second thought the tom lept towards Treetiger, claws extended and aiming for her shoulder.

[graves]

Nightpaw smiled, as the medicine cat wined their tail with hers. They'd be alright. She'd make sure of that. Suddenly, Nightpaw was pulled from her thoughts as the procession of Shadowclan cats came to a sudden stop. Thunderclan was on their side of the border and she could clearly see them now foxlengths away. Up ahead, she could hear Goldenstar's voice. He was talking to a cat, she didn't quite recognize, but there was something about the way he spoke that made her feel unsettled. There was tension in the air. Looking around, she could see cats from both clans bristling as they glared across at each other. She felt her own fur stiffen as the Thunderclan cat talking to the Shadowclan leader seemed to get louder while Goldenstar stayed quiet and calm. She could just see the other cat look like he was going to walk away over the crowd, but as quick as lightening, he bolted and Goldenstar disappeared from her sight. "No!" she cried out involuntarily, pulling away from Daydream to run to her mentor. But before she could get two steps, she heard his voice ring out over the clan.

Shadowclan, attack!

Again! Was this going to be nothing but fight after fight! How dare this clan of cats attack her leader and mentor on the way to the gathering of all places! No more! She wouldn't let this group of cats hurt her friend and go unpunished. A primal hiss escaped the pure black shecat as the clans clashed together in a fury of claws and shrieks. Indiscriminately, she spotted a grey tom with that Thunderclan scent thick on her pelt and raced at him with her claws unsheathed. She raced up and keeping her distance, aimed a forward slash at the tom's muzzle. If she was going to fight now, she was going to fight like she meant it.

I'm thinking for order, me, Fuzzyfeline then king kaleb! Objections?
(Sounds good to me. Sorry this is late.

Thistleheart was pushing though the rain and mud his thick gray fur was easily coated with mud and soaked with rain. Weaving around his Clanmates to find an opponent he was almost raked across the muzzle with a flash of claws. He let out a hiss and snaped at the paw that just missed him, by a whisker. At first he was surprised till he found out that it was a ShadowClan cat, warrior judging by her size. Letting a deep growl escape him he unsheathed his claws and began trying to plan his attack. The black feline was smaller then himself but most females were, he was a large tom. Lashing his tail, he stalked closer to her in a haft crouch haft stand, getting just close enough he jumped at her. Mouse brained ShadClanner! He thought, this tom wasn't the most compassionate or friendly feline luckily fighting had nothing to do with compassion or being friendly. Mostly he believed what his father told him as a kit and apprentice. That true warrior didn't have emotions,
that was one reason he didn't get along well with Passionblaze. He and the deputy have never gotten along, it was just the was it would be. It wasn't like he wasn't loyal to ThunderClan because Passion was going to be leader, no he would fight to the death for ThunderClan, and he would lessen to orders.

king kaleb!
again.

it seems like they couldnt catch a break.

but what scared them most was how easily nightpaw seemed to jump into battle. perhaps they had a habit of looking at her as the frail and scared kittypet they had brought into the clan long ago. but she was more than that, she was going to be a warrior soon. teeth and claws along with the scent of blood was in the air now, and it brought back to many memories. geckoleaf. the scent of blood triggered them now. they could remember how her blood felt running down their paws as they held her close, watching the life drain from her eyes as she died from wounds. they could remember the last gathering where this had happened, where she had gone missing just like this. how they had taken a syndicate fighters eye out. they had watched it roll into the grass.but they were also a warrior. they had the training, the skills to defend themselves, yet when it came to emotional stabability thats a different story. but it seemed when wars happened they always lost something. after the tension with riverclan and shadowclan, russetstar had stepped down. then cricketpaw died. then geckoleaf died.

nightpaw couldnt die too.

they watched her flood into the scene of fighting cats, amber hues narrowing on the cat she was fighting. they were much bigger than her by the looks of it. they knew she could do it, but they couldnt have that risk. that risk of losing her too. they bounded across the gathering clearing, running faster than they ever had. things seemed to blurr out of their senses and the only thing they were focused on was their friend, nightpaw. their other half they would describe her. they could feel their claws dig into the dirt and fly behind them with how fast and how much force they were using. once they were close enough to the thunderclan warrior she was fighting, they balanced all of their weight in their haunches and flung themselves forward into the air, front paws outstretched and letting out a loud yowl of fury at they aimed for the side of the thunderclan warriors ribs.

[Leaf_tail]

With mud covering his paws and rain making his pelt drenched, Passionblaze steadily got to his paws, as fast as he could with his side aching. The mud was slippery, not ideal for fighting standards. But, when you were in battle, that mattered little.

Passionblaze kept a glare towards his opponent, watching as he was struggling as well. It would have been a humorous sight if Passionblaze found a battle to be comical. Nothing about this fight was funny. Passionblaze was edging closer, the pain a hum in his ear that he ignored. As long as the tom continued to fight back, Passionblaze would reciprocate.

The ShadowClan cat was appearing closer, causing Passionblaze to stop dead in his tracks, a fierce gaze cast onto his enemy. When the tom had thrown himself towards Passionblaze, his movement was slippery, caused by the mud, perhaps. This clumsy move gave Passionblaze the advantage to quickly leap to the side, causing him to almost hunch over because of his side. That didn't mean he dodged the faint pick of claws touching his fur. Passionblaze quickly scrambled back up, and he shot forward towards his opponent to knock him off balance.
By the time Brokencreek noticed his counterattack, it was too late--the tom knocked him back and he slammed into the ground. He wheezed and coughing hoarsely, his eyes watering. He spat out what was stuck in his throat and blood splattered to the ground, mixing with the thick mud.

I failed. The thought stunned Brokencreek as he felt blood dripping from his mouth. His legs trembled with exhaustion and pain. His broken tail twitched. I can just give up now, he thought, but he knew that wasn't true. If he gave up, it would be the end of ShadowClan. He could never live with himself knowing that he let down his Clan. One hit. Just land one hit on him.

He barely stopped to think before he snarled and attacked Passionblaze. He stepped forward, ready to tear through the deputy's fur, when his paws slid in the mud. Brokencreeklost his balance and fell to the mud, silt splattering in his eyes and ears. For a moment, he just lay there in disbelief and shame. I failed. There was no sugarcoating it, no way around it. He had lost to ThunderClan. He looked up at Passionblaze, his hazel eyes hoping for the mercy he knew he likely wouldn't get. Even to his dying breaths, he would refuse to beg. Brokencreek might lose this fight, but he would never lose his pride.

[Liekki]

Beau Radler

Rowanblaze tumbled over onto his back and looked up in slight shock at Halfgaze. Then, Rowanblaze growled at Halfgaze, "I don't know what I'm talking about?" He snarled lifting up his lips revealing his sharp canines. "I think you're wrong." But before Halfgaze could do anything, he saw just behind Halfgaze, Mistwing was pinned down by Nightshadow. Growling, the tom kicked the deputy off with all of his might, throwing her to the side. "Shadowclan trash..." He growled as he leaped knocking Nightshadow away, causing her to miss Mistwings throat but claw her eye. Rowanblaze, at the time, didnt realize what happened. He simply leaped onto Nightshadow and swiping at her muzzle with his claws now completely unsheathed, his claws penetrating her cheek deeply.
Nightshadow howled in pain as the other cat clawed at her face. She stumbled back and away from Mistwing and shook her head, surprised. "You made me miss! Idiot ThunderClan cats, they just can't keep to themselves, can they? Always in other cats' business that they have no right to interfere with," Nightshadow exclaimed. She began circling Rowanblaze, now extremely irritated. She growled and glanced over to Mistwing, who was lying limp on the ground. Fury raged inside her as she turned to Rowanblaze. In her mind, Mistwing was fair game because she had attempted to kill Nightshadow. Rowanblaze interfering didn't seem fair to her, and she extended her claws to the max. "You mouse-brain! She was mine to kill!" Nightshadow shouted, anger simmering. Snarling, she bared her teeth and put her body weight into a swipe aimed at Rowanblaze's throat.
Beau

[Jynx]

Golden’s shoulders stung, and now he was trying to get her off him. Thankfully, his claws actually managed to scrape across her stomach, and that helped a bunch. Quickly pushing himself up, grimacing as he felt mud plastered against his body. He could push the substance away, but that wasn’t the thing on his mind right now. What was actually on his mind was getting this cat to leave him alone. “The question you should be asking yourself is why your deputy attacked first.” he growled, his eyes narrowed. She was trying to stall, that was obvious, and that only made him lunge towards the she-Cat once again, trying not to kill her, but make sure that she would learn to check her facts before accusing him. Yes, he did attack, but passionblaze had hurt him first! There wasn’t any time to think about it right now, his eyes narrowed as he tried to pin her down.
Sweetfawn hissed, wiggling from us grasp, her tail lashing back and forth. Rain began to fall, slow at first but steadily growing heavier as time wore on. "You attacked my clanmates!" She yowled. She was about to say more, whatever would come to mind at the moment, but was toppled over by his sheer speed and her unawareness. Cursing silently, she dug her paws into the mud, cringing outwardly as they sunk it, and tried to tear herself free, leaving a bit of her fur in his claws. Her belly was now searing with pain after having the wound stretched as she was bowled over. She shook her head to clear the ringing, but still found herself weary. Deciding that one more attack couldn't hurt, Sweetfawn darted forward, aiming a mighty swipe at the ShadowClan leader's muzzle, sharp claws unsheathed. If the blow fell, she hoped he would get the message that juts becuase she was small and young, she couldn't be chased off that easily.

(( sorry for the belatedness ))

[Thistledawn]

As soon as Emberpaw made contact with Snowpaw's back, she dug her claws into his white pelt, deep enough to make blood well up in stark contrast against his fur. She was taken aback when Snowpaw rolled onto his back, but did not loose her hold, determined to cling to him no matter what he tried. But before she could do any substantial damage, she felt the crushing weight of the Thunderclan apprentice on top of her and let out a panicked yowl. For a few heartbeats, Emberpaw struggled for breath, rendered almost immobile by Snowpaw. After a few heaving seconds, she snapped her jaw shut around the only thing she could reach, the middle of Snowpaw's thrashing tail. She did whatever she could to get the white apprentice off of her, flexing her claws embedded in his back. Nothing seemed like it would be enough to make Snowpaw release his upper hand, when suddenly a bolt of lighting lit up the sky with a defeaning crack, thunder rumbling behind it.




Leopardpaw felt a buzz of frustration as Ashnose dodged her initial attack, but also felt excited he was doing at least something to counter her advances. She barely paid attention to his words, Starclan the last thing on her mind. As she skidded to a halt she whipped around and teased, "I won't tell Starclan if you won't." She was uncharacteristically furious on her mentors behalf, and this had been her first oppurtunity in battle, and this was not a fight she could run away from. This time, she darted towards Ashnose with more certainty, her paws now familiar with the slippery earth. As she surged towards him, mimicking her earlier attack, at the last second she side-stepped her original target and dropped her body low the ground, snapping at Ashnose's hindleg, her teeth less than a mouse-length away from his leg as she rapidly closed the distance.

"Smart mouthed furball." Ashnose hissed under his breath, hardly caring if Leopardpaw heard him. ThunderClan cats were so stubborn, but this she-cat was one of the most stubborn cats the ShadowClan tom had ever met. He dug his claws into the ground, feeling a sense of frustration and helplessness consume him. StarClan, stop this! He sent his silent prayer into the sky above.

I take back that part about Leopardpaw being smart, Ashnose thought to himself as the apprentice used the same approach as she did last time. He wondered what ThunderClan was teaching their apprentices for a heartbeat. Using the same move was not a good tactic, especially when the gray tom had avoided the attack so easily. He should have expected Leopardpaw to drop down, however. Of course she wasn't so stupid. It had been too late. The she-cat's teeth had already punctured the ShadowClan warrior's leg, sending a shock of pain up his leg and spine. Ashnose clenched his jaw, suppressing his yelp of pain. He didn't want to give Leopardpaw that satisfaction of hearing his cry of pain. Trying his hardest to kick the apprentice away from him, Ashnose turned around and began to snap his teeth at her. He didn't want to actually harm her, not yet at least. His goal for now was to keep space between them and potentially stall until this fight was broken up. I'll respect the truce.

[Charmer]

(Sounds good to me. Sorry this is late.

Thistleheart was pushing though the rain and mud his thick gray fur was easily coated with mud and soaked with rain. Weaving around his Clanmates to find an opponent he was almost raked across the muzzle with a flash of claws. He let out a hiss and snaped at the paw that just missed him, by a whisker. At first he was surprised till he found out that it was a ShadowClan cat, warrior judging by her size. Letting a deep growl escape him he unsheathed his claws and began trying to plan his attack. The black feline was smaller then himself but most females were, he was a large tom. Lashing his tail, he stalked closer to her in a haft crouch haft stand, getting just close enough he jumped at her. Mouse brained ShadClanner! He thought, this tom wasn't the most compassionate or friendly feline luckily fighting had nothing to do with compassion or being friendly. Mostly he believed what his father told him as a kit and apprentice. That true warrior didn't have emotions,
that was one reason he didn't get along well with Passionblaze. He and the deputy have never gotten along, it was just the was it would be. It wasn't like he wasn't loyal to ThunderClan because Passion was going to be leader, no he would fight to the death for ThunderClan, and he would lessen to orders.

king kaleb!
again.

it seems like they couldnt catch a break.

but what scared them most was how easily nightpaw seemed to jump into battle. perhaps they had a habit of looking at her as the frail and scared kittypet they had brought into the clan long ago. but she was more than that, she was going to be a warrior soon. teeth and claws along with the scent of blood was in the air now, and it brought back to many memories. geckoleaf. the scent of blood triggered them now. they could remember how her blood felt running down their paws as they held her close, watching the life drain from her eyes as she died from wounds. they could remember the last gathering where this had happened, where she had gone missing just like this. how they had taken a syndicate fighters eye out. they had watched it roll into the grass.but they were also a warrior. they had the training, the skills to defend themselves, yet when it came to emotional stabability thats a different story. but it seemed when wars happened they always lost something. after the tension with riverclan and shadowclan, russetstar had stepped down. then cricketpaw died. then geckoleaf died.

nightpaw couldnt die too.

they watched her flood into the scene of fighting cats, amber hues narrowing on the cat she was fighting. they were much bigger than her by the looks of it. they knew she could do it, but they couldnt have that risk. that risk of losing her too. they bounded across the gathering clearing, running faster than they ever had. things seemed to blurr out of their senses and the only thing they were focused on was their friend, nightpaw. their other half they would describe her. they could feel their claws dig into the dirt and fly behind them with how fast and how much force they were using. once they were close enough to the thunderclan warrior she was fighting, they balanced all of their weight in their haunches and flung themselves forward into the air, front paws outstretched and letting out a loud yowl of fury at they aimed for the side of the thunderclan warriors ribs.

Nightpaw just missed her surprise attack, and now that she had the tom's attention, he was stalking toward her. Now that he was, Nightpaw saw for the first time, just how much bigger her was than her and a jolt of fear shot through her as she gave ground, hissing at him as she kept her ears flat and her teeth bared. It wasn't as if she'd never fought a larger cat before. Her own mentor for one... Then again, Goldenstar had never had that look in his eyes either. That one that this warrior had that said he was ready to shred her. She saw him crouch low and could tell the pounce was coming, and that she did not want to be under him when he landed. She got low, ready to spring away and circle around him wherever he wound up. But before he could spring, a flash of golden fur whizzed through the air, right at him. Nightpaw was too stunned to register what had happened right away, but she knew that pelt anywhere. "Daydream?" What in the name of Starclan are they doing?

[Radler]

"Smart mouthed furball." Ashnose hissed under his breath, hardly caring if Leopardpaw heard him. ThunderClan cats were so stubborn, but this she-cat was one of the most stubborn cats the ShadowClan tom had ever met. He dug his claws into the ground, feeling a sense of frustration and helplessness consume him. StarClan, stop this! He sent his silent prayer into the sky above.

I take back that part about Leopardpaw being smart, Ashnose thought to himself as the apprentice used the same approach as she did last time. He wondered what ThunderClan was teaching their apprentices for a heartbeat. Using the same move was not a good tactic, especially when the gray tom had avoided the attack so easily. He should have expected Leopardpaw to drop down, however. Of course she wasn't so stupid. It had been too late. The she-cat's teeth had already punctured the ShadowClan warrior's leg, sending a shock of pain up his leg and spine. Ashnose clenched his jaw, suppressing his yelp of pain. He didn't want to give Leopardpaw that satisfaction of hearing his cry of pain. Trying his hardest to kick the apprentice away from him, Ashnose turned around and began to snap his teeth at her. He didn't want to actually harm her, not yet at least. His goal for now was to keep space between them and potentially stall until this fight was broken up. I'll respect the truce.

Leopardpaw's heart raced as she landed a successful attack, pleased she hadn't been thwarted twice in a row. She sunk her teeth in deeper, tail thrashing behind her. When Ashnose began trying to dislodge her she wasn't sure whether to let go or hold on. She felt her grip on his leg loosening and when he turned to snap at her, her fur bristled in response, letting go of his leg and spinning to face him. Leopardpaw kept her body low to the ground and her ears were flat against her head as she hissed at him. She noticed, furiously, he was still refusing to strike her, treating her like a kit. Leopardpaw straightened suddenly, taking a threatening step towards the larger tom, "Starclan might thank you for your cowardice, but Shadowclan certainly won't. Do you love Starclan so much that you want all of Shadowclan to join them?"

[Owl]

Nightshadow howled in pain as the other cat clawed at her face. She stumbled back and away from Mistwing and shook her head, surprised. "You made me miss! Idiot ThunderClan cats, they just can't keep to themselves, can they? Always in other cats' business that they have no right to interfere with," Nightshadow exclaimed. She began circling Rowanblaze, now extremely irritated. She growled and glanced over to Mistwing, who was lying limp on the ground. Fury raged inside her as she turned to Rowanblaze. In her mind, Mistwing was fair game because she had attempted to kill Nightshadow. Rowanblaze interfering didn't seem fair to her, and she extended her claws to the max. "You mouse-brain! She was mine to kill!" Nightshadow shouted, anger simmering. Snarling, she bared her teeth and put her body weight into a swipe aimed at Rowanblaze's throat.
Beau

Beau

Rowanblaze's eyes widened at the felines strength. The tom came tumbling over and rolled onto his back as the feline leaped up and aimed her paw at his throat. Rowanblaze froze in shock as there was nothing he could really do, except use his back legs and claw viciously at the felines soft belly. A sudden sharp pain sliced into his neck and he let out a yowl of pain, blood poured from his neck.

[Now would be a good time to stop Nightshadow, Halfgaze c;]

[:blue:]

Sweetfawn hissed, wiggling from us grasp, her tail lashing back and forth. Rain began to fall, slow at first but steadily growing heavier as time wore on. "You attacked my clanmates!" She yowled. She was about to say more, whatever would come to mind at the moment, but was toppled over by his sheer speed and her unawareness. Cursing silently, she dug her paws into the mud, cringing outwardly as they sunk it, and tried to tear herself free, leaving a bit of her fur in his claws. Her belly was now searing with pain after having the wound stretched as she was bowled over. She shook her head to clear the ringing, but still found herself weary. Deciding that one more attack couldn't hurt, Sweetfawn darted forward, aiming a mighty swipe at the ShadowClan leader's muzzle, sharp claws unsheathed. If the blow fell, she hoped he would get the message that juts becuase she was small and young, she couldn't be chased off that easily.

(( sorry for the belatedness ))

Goldenstar narrowed his eyes, barely backing up enough so his entire face wasn’t torn to shreds. He wasn’t arguing with the warrior. She had obviously missed the point someone else had attacked first. Of course, he could understand that train of thought, he would do the same thing. He was probably thinking that way right now! However, that wasn’t something he could focus on, as he could quite possibly get killed right now if he didn’t pay attention. Maybe that was an overstatement, but it probably wasn’t. There were bleeding wounds on every part of his body after all. His muzzle especially, the warrior across from him had hit him almost square in his muzzle, and it burned. He backed up, but stood his ground, coldly watching Sweetfawn. He wasn’t leaving his clan yet, though he was tempted to call a retreat, mud sinking into his fur from what almost seemed like every direction. However, a bit of rain and mud never hurt anyone, so he was left watching the she-cat coldly, waiting to see what would come next.

[guapathecat]

Skyfeather rolled his eyes. “Well, what do you want me to do? Carry you?”

Shallowpaw falttened her ears.
"I'm fine on my own, thanks." She got up and limped toward the ShadowClan camp.
"Thanks for agreeing to take me there though,"

[Jynx]

Goldenstar narrowed his eyes, barely backing up enough so his entire face wasn’t torn to shreds. He wasn’t arguing with the warrior. She had obviously missed the point someone else had attacked first. Of course, he could understand that train of thought, he would do the same thing. He was probably thinking that way right now! However, that wasn’t something he could focus on, as he could quite possibly get killed right now if he didn’t pay attention. Maybe that was an overstatement, but it probably wasn’t. There were bleeding wounds on every part of his body after all. His muzzle especially, the warrior across from him had hit him almost square in his muzzle, and it burned. He backed up, but stood his ground, coldly watching Sweetfawn. He wasn’t leaving his clan yet, though he was tempted to call a retreat, mud sinking into his fur from what almost seemed like every direction. However, a bit of rain and mud never hurt anyone, so he was left watching the she-cat coldly, waiting to see what would come next.
Sweetfawn growled in frustration. Why couldn't he just attack back or retreat already?! Ofcourse, she knew deep down that Goldenstar was the leader I felt a whole freaking clan, not some young, rash, unexperienced warrior like her; he had his reasons. Flattening her ears, Sweetfawn ignored the pain on her back and stomach and rushed forward again. However, before she could bowl him over, her paws slipped in the mud and she found herself skidding ungracefully into him, crashing into Goldenstar with her pelt now muddied than she had been in her life. Ugh, I hate mud. Infact, Sweetfawn hated pretty much anything that stuck to her pelt like mush. Letting out a gusty sigh, the fight gone from her gaze, Sweetfawn lay there for a split second before looking up at him. She didn't want to give in, but knew that she wouldn't beat Goldenstar in a fight; not now, anyways. Her belly stung like fury and her whole body ached. The only thing she hoped for now was that he would let her go without leaving more marks on her already muddy and beaten pelt.

[Tundra]

Skyfeather walked beside her. “Hold on, your leader hasn’t retreated yet. We can just sneak to Seastones and you can follow SkyClan or WindClan home.”

[:blue:]

Sweetfawn growled in frustration. Why couldn't he just attack back or retreat already?! Ofcourse, she knew deep down that Goldenstar was the leader I felt a whole freaking clan, not some young, rash, unexperienced warrior like her; he had his reasons. Flattening her ears, Sweetfawn ignored the pain on her back and stomach and rushed forward again. However, before she could bowl him over, her paws slipped in the mud and she found herself skidding ungracefully into him, crashing into Goldenstar with her pelt now muddied than she had been in her life. Ugh, I hate mud. Infact, Sweetfawn hated pretty much anything that stuck to her pelt like mush. Letting out a gusty sigh, the fight gone from her gaze, Sweetfawn lay there for a split second before looking up at him. She didn't want to give in, but knew that she wouldn't beat Goldenstar in a fight; not now, anyways. Her belly stung like fury and her whole body ached. The only thing she hoped for now was that he would let her go without leaving more marks on her already muddy and beaten pelt.

Goldenstar watched her, waiting for the next move. Before he could really figure out what he was doing, he had gotten knocked sideways by the she-Cat. The blow knocked the wind out of him, and forced him to try and steady himself. He watched her, wondering what her next point of attack would be. However, she could also just want to end this battle. That wouldn’t exactly hurt either. Taking a deep breath, he watched her. “You have two options now,” He said, wondering if lecturing was the thing he was supposed to do. Well, he wasn’t really lecturing, so he assumed he was fine. “We can continue with the fight, or you can leave, and get treated by your medicine Cat” he finished, keeping his distance, just in case. His pelt was caked with mud, providing a painful bandage for his cuts for the time being, watching Sweetfawn, his gaze cold, and nearly unblinking.

[Liekki]

Beau

Rowanblaze's eyes widened at the felines strength. The tom came tumbling over and rolled onto his back as the feline leaped up and aimed her paw at his throat. Rowanblaze froze in shock as there was nothing he could really do, except use his back legs and claw viciously at the felines soft belly. A sudden sharp pain sliced into his neck and he let out a yowl of pain, blood poured from his neck.

[Now would be a good time to stop Nightshadow, Halfgaze c;]
Nightshadow gasped as Rowanblaze clawed her exposed stomach, and sent sharp pain throughout her whole body. She gave a grim smile in acknowledgment for her success in slicing the other cat's throat. The molly backed away slowly, taking a deep breath. Her eyes flashed and she rushed towards Rowanblaze, stopping when she was above him once more. She trembled, knowing she couldn't hold out much longer. "You mouse-brained tom. ThunderClan cats are always this stupid, you know," she commented smoothly. She extended her claws, looking with distaste at the mud on her paws and the rest of her fur. Her head turned to look the tom in the eye.
(And I'm pretty sure Broken Madness stops her as well. Imma wait until Beau posts, so Nightshadow won't attack Rowanblaze yet)

[Galaxy Of Wisdom]

Wolfheart growls loudly as she suddenly jumps in front of Nightshadow, her claws out and she had a deadly glow in her eyes “ I’m here” she growls loudly as her tail slashes quickly as she looks at nightshadow “Rowanblaze are you okay?” She asks a bit worryingly but still coldly as she growls.
( I’m here! Sorry for taking so long! Owl
Beau
Liekki )

[wolfie]

Emberpaw felt the Thunderclan apprentice stiffen when the boom of the thunder reached them, and for a heartbeat she thought this was her oppurtunity. But she was taken aback as Snowpaw lurched to his paws strongly and reared on his hind legs. Too late, did she realize he meant to crush her against a tree. Emberpaw yowled in pain again as her back made contact with the rough bark, and her head snapped back and thudded into the tree, her claws slipping out of Snowpaw's back as she crumbled to the ground. Emberpaw painfully dragged herself to her paws, looking up at Snowpaw, wondering why he didn't give the final blow. Her white opponent seemed to frozen on the spot, the scent of fear swirling around him. What was he afraid of, he was winning? Emberpaw didn't waste too long thinking about it, and gathered all of her strength into her aching legs and flung herself at Snowpaw with her front paws outstretched. She managed to wrap her front legs around the side of his neck while his guard was down, but her own momentum pulled her body over his, her strong grip around his neck threatening to pull him over after her. Emberpaw knew this was her only chance to gain any semblance of victory in this battle, it wouldn't be long until Snowpaw regained his head and became her formiddable opponent yet again.

His mind was obviously somewhere else, it always seem like that. He didn't know why. He didn't really like it. He really just wish it would let go, let him focus. Snowpaw eyes were staring at the sky, wide eye. Waiting for the sound again, to him it was like waiting for death. His thoughts whirled, until he finally realized the strong sensation of pain that was building up. His ear hurt, a lot. Not to mention his whole body was sore from everything. One of his wounds reopened, now he felt something wrap around his neck. The apprentice was forcefully pulled back to earth. Realizing that he was in a battle right now. Snowpaw started to thrash around, feeling his breath quicken in fear. This wasn't the plan, even if he didn't really have one. This she-cat could probably kill him, she probably will! Gosh, he didn't want to die. He couldn't die. Everyone would forget him. He would be like any other apprentice. Snowpaw was overthinking which was his greatest weakness, he would easily become consumed in fear. He felt himself be pulled away, "Let go!" He choked out. Wow. Talk about pitiful. It wasn't like it would just make her magically let go. That would be mouse-brain. Snowpaw clawed at her legs, trying to anyway. His tail lashed with anger. He was doing anything that came in mind. Reckless.

[ sorry for not replying! i think Snowpaw will either lose this battle on how things are going or we can make it a tie instead? ]

[Owl]

Wolfheart growls loudly as she suddenly jumps in front of Nightshadow, her claws out and she had a deadly glow in her eyes “ I’m here” she growls loudly as her tail slashes quickly as she looks at nightshadow “Rowanblaze are you okay?” She asks a bit worryingly but still coldly as she growls.
( I’m here! Sorry for taking so long! Owl
Beau
Liekki )

Rowanblaze chokes, blood spurting from his mouth and pouring from his neck. He is close to going unconscious and rolls himself on his side as to not choke on his own blood. He lets out a gargling growl at the ShadowClan warrior and seeings Wolfheart jump in front of him. His eyes are starting to flutter.

[Fuzzy]

again.

it seems like they couldnt catch a break.

but what scared them most was how easily nightpaw seemed to jump into battle. perhaps they had a habit of looking at her as the frail and scared kittypet they had brought into the clan long ago. but she was more than that, she was going to be a warrior soon. teeth and claws along with the scent of blood was in the air now, and it brought back to many memories. geckoleaf. the scent of blood triggered them now. they could remember how her blood felt running down their paws as they held her close, watching the life drain from her eyes as she died from wounds. they could remember the last gathering where this had happened, where she had gone missing just like this. how they had taken a syndicate fighters eye out. they had watched it roll into the grass.but they were also a warrior. they had the training, the skills to defend themselves, yet when it came to emotional stabability thats a different story. but it seemed when wars happened they always lost something. after the tension with riverclan and shadowclan, russetstar had stepped down. then cricketpaw died. then geckoleaf died.

nightpaw couldnt die too.

they watched her flood into the scene of fighting cats, amber hues narrowing on the cat she was fighting. they were much bigger than her by the looks of it. they knew she could do it, but they couldnt have that risk. that risk of losing her too. they bounded across the gathering clearing, running faster than they ever had. things seemed to blurr out of their senses and the only thing they were focused on was their friend, nightpaw. their other half they would describe her. they could feel their claws dig into the dirt and fly behind them with how fast and how much force they were using. once they were close enough to the thunderclan warrior she was fighting, they balanced all of their weight in their haunches and flung themselves forward into the air, front paws outstretched and letting out a loud yowl of fury at they aimed for the side of the thunderclan warriors ribs.
Nightpaw just missed her surprise attack, and now that she had the tom's attention, he was stalking toward her. Now that he was, Nightpaw saw for the first time, just how much bigger her was than her and a jolt of fear shot through her as she gave ground, hissing at him as she kept her ears flat and her teeth bared. It wasn't as if she'd never fought a larger cat before. Her own mentor for one... Then again, Goldenstar had never had that look in his eyes either. That one that this warrior had that said he was ready to shred her. She saw him crouch low and could tell the pounce was coming, and that she did not want to be under him when he landed. She got low, ready to spring away and circle around him wherever he wound up. But before he could spring, a flash of golden fur whizzed through the air, right at him. Nightpaw was too stunned to register what had happened right away, but she knew that pelt anywhere. "Daydream?" What in the name of Starclan are they doing?
(Wops sorry this is late.)

Thistleheart had been caught off guard,
he wasn't expecting another ShadowClanner to jump at him. Being nickef to the side by the Medicine cat nocked the wind out of this tom. Mud slashed around him as he landed on the ground, rain pouring over him. It took the gray tom a minute to realize it was Daydream who had attacked him. With the pounding rain their strong herb smelling secant was harder to detect. What in the name of StarClan? He thought as he caught his breath and pushed himself out of the mud. Normally Medicine cats didn't intervene or fight at all for that matter. Yes, Thistleheart knew Medicine cats got combat training, all of them did for self-defense. It was only logical. Taking a haft step backwards, the ThunderClan warrior faced both of the ShadowClanners with narrowed green eyes, that flashed as a bolt of lighting struck above. Yes I love a good fight but couldn't Passionblaze not have gotten into one tonight. He thought as he trypied to fiber out what to do. "Warrior's normally don't need help from a medicine cat in mid combat." He commented with a slight hiss. He stell had to think of a way to fight both of the cats without getting killed or killing someone,
he'd most likely get exiled if Daydream was to die. With Passionblaze taking over as leader that was almost granted. Letting his tail lash her got ready to doge a paw or something from Daydream or Nightpaw, witch he assumes is a warrior.

[fresh]

Sharppaw hissed, turning around. The apprentice angrily yowled. How dare he? The apprentice was no coward. “Say that again to my face!” With that, the apprentice sprung, landing on top of Morningblue. He attempted to claw the warrior, fury making him crazy.

[ oop short sorry ]

[ ahh! had no idea it was my turn! sorry guys! ]

Jaystorm was not happy with how her brother was acting. As though he thought she-cats were inferior. You want to see inferior? You’re on. Let’s see how many ShadowClan scum you defeat tonight. Determined to shove her victory in his sorry little face, she aimed one last swipe at Sharppaw, and, not caring whether it connected or not, bounded off to look for another fight. He can fight his own battles, the mouse-heart!

[Radler]

His mind was obviously somewhere else, it always seem like that. He didn't know why. He didn't really like it. He really just wish it would let go, let him focus. Snowpaw eyes were staring at the sky, wide eye. Waiting for the sound again, to him it was like waiting for death. His thoughts whirled, until he finally realized the strong sensation of pain that was building up. His ear hurt, a lot. Not to mention his whole body was sore from everything. One of his wounds reopened, now he felt something wrap around his neck. The apprentice was forcefully pulled back to earth. Realizing that he was in a battle right now. Snowpaw started to thrash around, feeling his breath quicken in fear. This wasn't the plan, even if he didn't really have one. This she-cat could probably kill him, she probably will! Gosh, he didn't want to die. He couldn't die. Everyone would forget him. He would be like any other apprentice. Snowpaw was overthinking which was his greatest weakness, he would easily become consumed in fear. He felt himself be pulled away, "Let go!" He choked out. Wow. Talk about pitiful. It wasn't like it would just make her magically let go. That would be mouse-brain. Snowpaw clawed at her legs, trying to anyway. His tail lashed with anger. He was doing anything that came in mind. Reckless.

[ sorry for not replying! i think Snowpaw will either lose this battle on how things are going or we can make it a tie instead? ]


[OOC: no worries, I've been struggling to keep up a bit too :P honestly I'm not fussed if he kicks Emberpaw's furry butt after he recovers from the lightning, it might be good to take her down a peg she's a bit of a jerk, and maybe after he pins her down we could just wait for the flood and then the fight would automatically end?]

Emberpaw's claws sunk into Snowpaw's frozen body, and growled softly when he sprang back to life and began thrashing between her paws. While she hadn't had enough momentum to pull him over completely, she was pleased that he seemed spooked by her move. When he gasped out the words, she loosened her grip slightly but still tried to tug him to the ground. She took a moment to lean in close to his ear and growled, "Giving up so easily?" Emberpaw had no idea what had turned the tide in the fight, but she wasn't about to stop and question it. She gave one last strong tug around his neck, attempting to flip him over. But invested all her weight on it, her hindlegs on the ground slipped from under her, the ground growing increasingly unreliable after the influx of rain. She let out a yowl as she began tumbling down a shallow slope to the riverside.

(up to you if you want Snowpaw to fall down the slope too :P)

[guapathecat]

Skyfeather walked beside her. “Hold on, your leader hasn’t retreated yet. We can just sneak to Seastones and you can follow SkyClan or WindClan home.”
Shallowpaw looked at Skyfeather. “Can we go now?”

[Tundra]

Skyfeather nodded. “Yes. Let’s get going.” He mewed with a flick of his tail.

[Jynx]

Goldenstar watched her, waiting for the next move. Before he could really figure out what he was doing, he had gotten knocked sideways by the she-Cat. The blow knocked the wind out of him, and forced him to try and steady himself. He watched her, wondering what her next point of attack would be. However, she could also just want to end this battle. That wouldn’t exactly hurt either. Taking a deep breath, he watched her. “You have two options now,” He said, wondering if lecturing was the thing he was supposed to do. Well, he wasn’t really lecturing, so he assumed he was fine. “We can continue with the fight, or you can leave, and get treated by your medicine Cat” he finished, keeping his distance, just in case. His pelt was caked with mud, providing a painful bandage for his cuts for the time being, watching Sweetfawn, his gaze cold, and nearly unblinking.
As Sweetfawn listened to him list off her options, a frown appeared on her face. Who was he to tell her what to do? He wasn't her leader. Getting to her paws, she stalked over to him, paw steps softball on the muddy ground. "Your not my mentor; don't give me options that I can think of myself." She made sure to roll her eyes in plain sight, and turned her back on the leader. ShadowClna cats think their so much better than everyone. Sweetfawn knew she was being rash and kit-like, but she hated being told what she could figure out by herself. Whipping her tail back and forth, she gave a huff and pushed her way through the undergrowth out of his sight where the coldness of his gaze couldn't pierce her. As she made her way away from the scene of the battle, Sweetfawn couldn't help hoping that the next time ThunderClan met with ShadowClan, they wouldn't fight again. Their were so many battles when you lived in a clan.
{ End of the RP? }

[The Cannibal]

When the black and white tom's claws met the opposing apprentice's nose leather, he felt a wave of energy like an ember crackling in his chest- his first strike in battle! But he realized he should save any cockiness until afterward, especially when he watched as the striped she-cat barreled full force at him. Her head made an impact with his gut and Stiltpaw's breath escaped him in an audible groan, before getting shaken again as his back hit the forest floor. A heavy paw hit his chin and claws nicked his lower lip, before he knew what was going on, the tom felt strikes on his neck and chest as well.

Heaving, Stiltpaw had to think of something quickly, anything that might get him out from underneath the ThunderClan cat. Unable to suppress the frustrated hissing passing through his teeth, he raised his hind legs and kicked out as hard as he could, trying to score her underside with pale claws. The distant meow about someone with a broken leg, made the young tom shiver involuntarily and he hoped to StarClan nothing like that would happen to him.
Despite the flaring pain in her now bleeding nose, Raccoonpaw felt excitement and pride well through her as she barreled right into him, bowling him over, pushing some air out of him, both thudding to the ground but the grey and black apprentice ending up on top, proceeding to batter down at him roughly, not holding anything back. Her claws graced his face, neck and chest area, her hind legs planted on the ground to give her support as she kept her strikes coming, just waiting for him to go off yowling, scared and battered. But it seems that wouldn't be the case, he wouldn't be that easy despite how young he was. Or at least how young she perceived him to be.

All of a sudden she heard a hiss escape him before she felt a huge pain in her gut, her buddy tumbling backwards and a sharp yowl of pain flooding from her as she reeled back from the pain, but not quite falling over. The rain was totally soaking her fur now and the ground beneath them was quickly turning to a muddy mess, it sticking to her fur and bogging her down. Panting heavily she tried to shake it off, tried to find the time to get rid of some of it, though still trying to hold a defensive posture. It was tiring her out, the mud sucking at her paws, the very rain seeming to draw the energy from her.

[wolfie]

[OOC: no worries, I've been struggling to keep up a bit too :P honestly I'm not fussed if he kicks Emberpaw's furry butt after he recovers from the lightning, it might be good to take her down a peg she's a bit of a jerk, and maybe after he pins her down we could just wait for the flood and then the fight would automatically end?]

Emberpaw's claws sunk into Snowpaw's frozen body, and growled softly when he sprang back to life and began thrashing between her paws. While she hadn't had enough momentum to pull him over completely, she was pleased that he seemed spooked by her move. When he gasped out the words, she loosened her grip slightly but still tried to tug him to the ground. She took a moment to lean in close to his ear and growled, "Giving up so easily?" Emberpaw had no idea what had turned the tide in the fight, but she wasn't about to stop and question it. She gave one last strong tug around his neck, attempting to flip him over. But invested all her weight on it, her hindlegs on the ground slipped from under her, the ground growing increasingly unreliable after the influx of rain. She let out a yowl as she began tumbling down a shallow slope to the riverside.

(up to you if you want Snowpaw to fall down the slope too :P)

[ okay, that sounds good! I'm thinking when the flash flood comes, he'll get taken away from it. I'm still deciding, though. ]

The white furred tom soon felt himself relax, he could feel her grip loosen. It probably wasn't because he said that yet he would let himself believe that. Her words sent shivers up his spine, more or less her voice was scary. Intimidating. "You wish." Snowpaw hissed back, "I'm not that weak unlike you." So, maybe he was using somebody's else words. He didn't have it in him. No body knew, though. They didn't have to. He let out a gagging sound until he felt his body be pull down, he struggled to not slip because the muddy surface. Snowpaw lost his grip, tumbling down the slope with the Shadowclan apprentice. His head hit the muddy ground, spatting out some of the mud that managed to get inside his mouth. His white fur seem to be brown and white now, soaking wet mostly. Get up, get up. That was most of the thoughts that were in his head. Slowly, Snowpaw raise to his paws letting out a warning hiss. He gave his best most likely not scary glare. Huh, maybe he could win this. His eyes focused on her, crouching down to pounce at her. When he went to jump, he slipped a bit, losing some of his aim.

[Mauve]

(OPEN!)

This was it.

Rosepaw had been anticipating this moment for a rather long time as she dashed across the muddy terrain, claws uncovered from their sheaths to give her momentum as she launched herself into the fray. Blood was pumping through her veins and adrenaline raged like a wildfire through her heart, the sounds of battle cries and yowls filling her eardrums and rattling her like a cage. She was a rather new apprentice, with only a pawful of training sessions under her pelt, but that didn't deter her from participating in this battle. She had expected this to be just a normal Gathering, albeit with some drama, but it was her first one; to have it turn into such a messy and unplanned battle was something that mad her smile.

"Do all ThunderClan cats fight like mice?" she cackled, her voice rising loud like the thunder that cracked overhead. Her sadistic sense of nature and twisted humor often lead her to showcase inappropriate actions for such tense times, but the young feline couldn't care less. She whipped her head around, blinking against the splattering raindrops that momentarily clouded her vision. Mud clung to her pelt, darkening her normally vibrant and fluffy pale ginger fur. Dark with rage and confidence, her amber eyes seemed to glow amongst the brown and green blur of mud and underbrush, flashing as she sought out her next opponent.

[Thistledawn]

Leopardpaw's heart raced as she landed a successful attack, pleased she hadn't been thwarted twice in a row. She sunk her teeth in deeper, tail thrashing behind her. When Ashnose began trying to dislodge her she wasn't sure whether to let go or hold on. She felt her grip on his leg loosening and when he turned to snap at her, her fur bristled in response, letting go of his leg and spinning to face him. Leopardpaw kept her body low to the ground and her ears were flat against her head as she hissed at him. She noticed, furiously, he was still refusing to strike her, treating her like a kit. Leopardpaw straightened suddenly, taking a threatening step towards the larger tom, "Starclan might thank you for your cowardice, but Shadowclan certainly won't. Do you love Starclan so much that you want all of Shadowclan to join them?"

Ashnose took a step backward, hating himself as he did so. It probably looked like he was afraid of the she-cat, but that wasn't the case at all. The ShadowClan warrior was still trying to keep as much distance between himself and the she-cat as he could. Even if the distance didn't help stall the battle, it would hopefully give Ashnose more time to dodge Leopardpaw's next attack. He was breathing so heavy now and his heart was thundering in his ears. Though he hadn't personally broken to truce himself just yet, he felt guilty that the truce was broken in the first place. He couldn't stop thinking about it and he was beginning to worry that he'd worry so much that it would distract him from the battle at paw.

"You sound ridiculous." The gray tom hissed, unable to stop his ears from flattening against his skull. The apprentice would probably have been able to see a furious fire burning from behind Ashnose's amber eyes. "I'm a loyal warrior to StarClan and ShadowClan. I have always brought honor to my Clans." The tom's growl was low and almost menacing. The ThunderClan cat's next sentence drove him to full on fury. He'd instinctively began to set himself up to pounce on the she-cat, but stopped himself after a heartbeat. He'd only moved about a pawstep or two forward. He took a deep, but frustrated breath. "There will be no ShadowClan deaths tonight." The thought of it made him shiver. Surely no cat, ShadowClan or ThunderClan, would join StarClan tonight, right?

[BEAR.]

[ The battle has concluded due to the dangerous weather conditions, and both Clans have returned home.

If you would like to finish your fight, you're welcomed to continue in PMs or on a Google document and repost the finished piece in our Visual Arts section. ]