Retribution

[BEAR.]

The battle between SkyClan and the Dusk Syndicate, in which SkyClan launches a surprise attack on their enemy.

Before you post, please wait for Duskflight to start with Grousestar. If you post prior to Grousestar's entrance, your post will be removed. You are not required to wait for Gusty to respond.

SkyClan will win this battle, and the conflict needs to conclude by May 7th @ 11:59 PM Eastern Time.

Duskflight, Gusty, Empress Of Evil, tawny~

[The Cannibal]

This is what it boiled down to. Grousestar had absolutely had enough of the Syndicate's behavior and it was time to put an end to it. While he hated bringing his clan to battle again, he knew it was the only way to drive it through the thick skull of the Syndicate that Skyclan was not a clan to be trifled with. He warned them to not anger the cats of the mountains.
With thundering paws the brown tabby leader led his warriors through the territory of the Syndicate, ignoring the scent markers and any doubt he may have had, barreling straight where the scents of these heathens was strongest, the heart of their territory, their camp. While it likely would have been smarter to attack during the night, when most of the enemy was asleep, Grousestar had chosen broad daylight to attack. If he were to defeat an enemy, he wanted to defeat them squarely, not with an advantage.
He could tell they were getting closer to the camp, the scents were growing stronger. Claws unsheathing, Grousestar flattened his ears against his head, making sure his breathing was controlled so that he could maintain his stamina. This would be a hard battle, these cats would fight to the death and with every dirty trick in the book, he knew, but he had faith in his clan and he had faith in Starclan.
With a loud, piercing yowl, the leader launched himself into the Dusk Syndicate clearing, fur bristling and emerald gaze blazing.
"Skyclan, attack!"
It was time to put an end to this reckless band of monsters once and for all.

[dino.]

Serendipity

Flash's ears pricked up as he heard a soft thunder of paws. The ginger tabby stiffened as he smelled... Skyclan! "Every cat, get up!" he yowled. "Skyclan is on our territory!"

[Mistyfoot⚜]

Ripplestripe perked her ears. A battle, she thought. Ripplestripe knew about the growing tension between the Syndicate and Skyclan, but she did not see the battle coming today. Ripplestripe was never the battle hungry type like others she knew. She preferred to go on long, peaceful hunts and sun bathe, letting her fur absorb the yellow rays. Ripplestripe realized she was running, faster than she ever had before. Her nose led her toward her leader and she was determined to win this fight. Her long, lithe body moved perfectly through the brush, squeezing through every bush and around every tree. Her fur grazed her surrounding slightly and caused a little irritation, but right now she didn't care. She leaped and crouched, making her way behind Grousestar. I will win, she thought.

[Starfall]

Lonestar23

[Sorry for all of the really bad starters ;v; ]

The elder snarled and launched herself at the nearest Dusk Syndicate cat at the call of her leaders command, her claws out and teeth bared. Excitement boiled in her blood and the battle roared in her ears, finally, after the Liberations she hadn't really gotten any action, so this was incredibly exciting. Rainpebble spotted the cat she decided to tousle with and grinned "Don't worry, you won't have to hold back a bit." she giggled as she snuck in a swipe and leaped backwards, her silver hues blazing, ready to go.

Jay-Jay

The ginger apprentice flattened his ears and swiftly lurched forward at his leaders call, his blood pumped and his senses hightly acute, this was his first battle, and he was terrified, he hadn't gotten the proper training yet and he wasn't sure about what he was supposed to do other than take the Dusk Syndicate down. Sweetpaw knew that he wasn't the best warrior yet, but he planed on making it through this battle alive, he just hoped that not too many dusk syndicate cats would attack him.

Lilly
[I was posting all the others so I hope this is alright]

The newly made apprentice shifted and slunk through the battling horde of cats, slipping through the battling pairs with ease, he was small enough after all. The young Tom stopped and looked up at a molly, his green hues sparkled with curiosity and flashed with slight horror, she was much bigger than he was and in all honesty he didn't stand a chance, not with the little amount of training he had received. Hummingpaw flattened his ears and crouched down, his hackles raised and his fangs showing "Don't think it'll be easy to beat me just because you're bigger!" he snapped, fear momentarily getting the best of him.

Turtlestrike

Starfall hesitantly launched herself into battle, her sky blue hues wide with horror, were they really picking a battle with the Dusk Syndicate? She got rid of her thoughts with the shake of her head and let out a growl. No, there's no need to second guess Grousestars decisions, I support Skyclan to my last breath. The ragdoll warrior turned her attention to the closest Dusk Syndicate cat and snarled "I won't forgive you for killing my clanmates!" she snapped, her tail lashed behind her as she readied herself for an attack.

Skelly

The fluffy white molly wasn't too pleased at the sudden battle cry, she had been sleeping peacefully in her den when she had heard the Skyclan leader scream at the top of his lungs the order to attack, she was having such a nice dream to. But it couldn't be helped, the fighter pushed her way through the battling crowd of cats until she spotted one that may actually be able to put up a fight. She looked at the Skyclaner, her face was emotionless, her blue orbs gave nothing away as the glistened "I am not merciful upon my foes and I do not expect you to be merciful upon me. Now if you understand my conditions, let us fight to decide who the victor shall be." she stated, her tail flicked behind her as she awaited for the molly to make the first move.

[Deerlie]

Lonestar23

[Sorry for all of the really bad starters ;v; ]

The elder snarled and launched herself at the nearest Dusk Syndicate cat at the call of her leaders command, her claws out and teeth bared. Excitement boiled in her blood and the battle roared in her ears, finally, after the Liberations she hadn't really gotten any action, so this was incredibly exciting. Rainpebble spotted the cat she decided to tousle with and grinned "Don't worry, you won't have to hold back a bit." she giggled as she snuck in a swipe and leaped backwards, her silver hues blazing, ready to go.

Jay-Jay

The ginger apprentice flattened his ears and swiftly lurched forward at his leaders call, his blood pumped and his senses hightly acute, this was his first battle, and he was terrified, he hadn't gotten the proper training yet and he wasn't sure about what he was supposed to do other than take the Dusk Syndicate down. Sweetpaw knew that he wasn't the best warrior yet, but he planed on making it through this battle alive, he just hoped that not too many dusk syndicate cats would attack him.

Lilly
[I was posting all the others so I hope this is alright]

The newly made apprentice shifted and slunk through the battling horde of cats, slipping through the battling pairs with ease, he was small enough after all. The young Tom stopped and looked up at a molly, his green hues sparkled with curiosity and flashed with slight horror, she was much bigger than he was and in all honesty he didn't stand a chance, not with the little amount of training he had received. Hummingpaw flattened his ears and crouched down, his hackles raised and his fangs showing "Don't think it'll be easy to beat me just because you're bigger!" he snapped, fear momentarily getting the best of him.

Turtlestrike

Starfall hesitantly launched herself into battle, her sky blue hues wide with horror, were they really picking a battle with the Dusk Syndicate? She got rid of her thoughts with the shake of her head and let out a growl. No, there's no need to second guess Grousestars decisions, I support Skyclan to my last breath. The ragdoll warrior turned her attention to the closest Dusk Syndicate cat and snarled "I won't forgive you for killing my clanmates!" she snapped, her tail lashed behind her as she readied herself for an attack.

Skelly

The fluffy white molly wasn't too pleased at the sudden battle cry, she had been sleeping peacefully in her den when she had heard the Skyclan leader scream at the top of his lungs the order to attack, she was having such a nice dream to. But it couldn't be helped, the fighter pushed her way through the battling crowd of cats until she spotted one that may actually be able to put up a fight. She looked at the Skyclaner, her face was emotionless, her blue orbs gave nothing away as the glistened "I am not merciful upon my foes and I do not expect you to be merciful upon me. Now if you understand my conditions, let us fight to decide who the victor shall be." she stated, her tail flicked behind her as she awaited for the molly to make the first move.
Forgot who I was doing.. .0_0}
The small cat saw Sweet paw and jumped on the cat, claw sinking into his fur.

[lone]

Alabasterpaw glanced around. There was one cat she was looking for... and it was time to end this once and for all. No one would notice. No one would care. It was a battle, after all-- who would see her fighting him in the midst of all this? And then he would be dead. No more drama... oh sure, she would have lost her sister's love, but she was pretty sure that was already long gone. Besides! She'd have an excuse to get out of this sorry Clan. It was really sickening. Once again, Alabasterpaw's hues scanned the area. Pretty soon? It would all be over. Pretty soon? Things were going to get very, very ugly. She didn't care whether Bluepaw would prefer her to quicken things up or not. That wasn't her style. This would be very, very slow... she'd probably just let him bleed out. The more pain, the better... Alabasterpaw was a twisted feline. What had happened to her? No one knew. Even she wasn't quite sure why she loved the thought of this so much, but perhaps it was the knowledge she had nothing else stable in her life. Her heartbreaking experiences and her murderous heart, those were the two things that kept her going. Poor Alabasterpaw. It might be beneficial to look at things from her angle. She was a bad cat, but she'd had troubles in her life that were only dreamt of by others. And, the white feline dropped back, keeping a careful lookout for the tom she hated so much.
@Noire (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=2209)

[doghouse]

Lonestar23
Skelly

The fluffy white molly wasn't too pleased at the sudden battle cry, she had been sleeping peacefully in her den when she had heard the Skyclan leader scream at the top of his lungs the order to attack, she was having such a nice dream to. But it couldn't be helped, the fighter pushed her way through the battling crowd of cats until she spotted one that may actually be able to put up a fight. She looked at the Skyclaner, her face was emotionless, her blue orbs gave nothing away as the glistened "I am not merciful upon my foes and I do not expect you to be merciful upon me. Now if you understand my conditions, let us fight to decide who the victor shall be." she stated, her tail flicked behind her as she awaited for the molly to make the first move.
Lioncry looked upon the cats that rushed from their dens, most looking drowsy as if they'd just woken up. They were a strange crowd, she had to give them that. Some looked as if they might be from the other Clans, others looked like former kittypets, and then many different cats, and of them, very few looked merciful. She let out a snarl as a white cat caught her eye. Lioncry evenly met her blue stare with her own yellow one. Lioncry was a large golden brown molly with a lighter underside and a blackish tail tip. “I wouldn't expect a mouse-brain like you to even know what mercy is, so I didn't expect anything but a merciless fight!” Lioncry spat, her eyes glinting dangerously. She'd come here today not only for her Clan, but for her kit. She wanted Smokeykit to grow up in a safe environment, one without the threat of the Dusk Syndicate. Swiping her tongue over her maw, she dipped her head. “So be it.” and with that, she unsheathed her claws and started pacing in front of the white she-cat. Then, without warning, she moved in, rearing up and slashing both paws towards the cat, one above and one below, each coming from a different direction. It would hopefully limit the white molly's choices to either backing up or slipping under, and that would give her the upper paw, but only if it worked.

[Deerlie]

Former SkyClan skiity!}
Cloudpaw racedouit of the fighters den. Skyuclan?! I can't fight them! he'd wailed. Hesawhis sister fighting a brown tom and couldn't help. He hacked away. "I am cloudpaw, fighter of Dusk Syndicate. I will protect my clan!" He hissed and threw himself into battle.

[Aquarius]

Aquarius hurled herself into the battle, her gray fur on end and a crooked smile on her face. She lurched forward, glaring around with her icy blue eyes for someone to fight. This was her time. Maybe she could finally advance in the ranks; become a fighter instead of a hunter. This was it, this was finally it. She snarled, longing for the familiar splash of blood on her tongue. She yearned for the metallic tang and the crimson skies, and would do anything to rise up in the ranks of the Syndicate, even at the cost of someone else's life.

(Someone feel free to join!!)

[wickedvirtues]

Cloud nudged her kits deeper into the nursery, telling them not to move. She smelled the air, it stunk of SkyClan scent. She exited the den some, seeing unfamiliar cats. "Who are they? They smell funny!" Flame mewed from the back of the den. "I said be quiet! Those are SkyClan cats and I don't know if they spare little kits!" Cloud spat, Flame imminently went dead silent and huddled with his siblings. "I can take a SkyClan cat!" Lion boasted, fluffing out her fur and standing up. "Can you take a strong warrior ripping your fur out that's 4 times your size?" Cloud hissed, she hated scaring her kits, but it was for their safety. Lion's eyes widened, and she went back with her siblings in the very back of the nursery. Cloud walked out of the den, ready to defend her kits. If they DARE try to touch Flame, Panther, or Lion then they'll be dead in SECONDS! She thought, growling and bristling her fur. She glanced for a SkyClan cat to fight, keeping close to the nursery her kits huddled in.

[monfang]

{ Nighty Empress Of Evil Brooklyn Trees Empress, Brook, mind if i tag ya? heh.... }

She stepped along side the leader, her eyes focused on the border. This is the last time they fought the Syndicate. Or it better be. She felt a growing snarl in her chest, and at the call of Grousestar, she did just that. Attacked. With the ease of her strengthened legs she bolted off into the forest, yowling in a battle cry. She was done with the attacks. She was done since Cliffheart was attacked. Now, it was her turn. She could feel the dirt beneath her unsheathed claws and she had on a angered, battle-ready face. It was time SkyClan proved their place.

She ran into the trees, dodging and passing them, feeling slightly out of breath from the amount of energy she had to use. She was ready. She thought about her kits, her mate, her own life. She thought about Onyx and his little group, and about how they had started this. If he didn't attack, they wouldn't have had this issue. Now she had it out for him and him alone. She was ready to end his life, a thought in her mind thinking if she ended him, she ended it all. So, she scanned, and, she was ready. 3... 2... 1...

~~

{ Raine wanna rp ajax and onyx? }

He was more prepared, as he suspected it, but no one listened, and now, they were unprepared. Not him. e was ready for blood, a malicious smile crossing his maw as his icy blue orbs flickered, hearing the battle cries of the cats, and here he stood, and looked back. "Alright! This is what we trained for!" he called, and looked for Halite, and saw him not. Growling, he then turned to Ajax. He gave him a quick nod before he turned to the approaching clan. "Syndicate! Ready yourselves! SkyClan approaches to end us!" he called over, and then, seeing them, he smiled. "And we will not be beaten! This is where we show them who truly rules these woods!" he yowled, and then bolted off. He was more than ready.

He closed in as they did, and instantly was attacked by a reddish brown molly, her yellow orbs alight with hate. And he knew she knew him. And she did. She pounced on him, grabbing the scruff of his neck, in which he easily threw her down. "Bad move, darling." he said with a breath, and a small laugh. "Perfect for a bad tom, Onyx!" she snapped at him, and again lunged at him, and slammed into his shoulder. Down he went with a laugh. He looked about for his companion. "Oh, darling. Such a shame. You seemed nice, but I'm afraid, in order to save my clan, if you will..." he started, and looked at her, his eyes glowing. "I must end you." and he launched, and the molly was unprepared. The pain, the impact, all of it sent her through the grass, where he then pounced on her, pinning her shoulders to the ground with a snarl. "The king mus protect his kingdom. I do hope you understand." he said, and clawed her neck. She yowled, and mustered the strength to through him off, in which he only rose again and laughed. "You are strong, clan-er." he said, and snarled. "Not strong enough!" and he again launched, and bit her neck, making her yowl. She shouldered him, but as he flew back, he swiped his paw in a last attempt, and was pleased with the outcome. The yowl, then the thud of the molly crumpling to the ground. It was purrfect. "If only you knew..." she choked, blood seeping from the corners of her maw. He smiled menacingly, raising a paw, ready to finish her off.

{ Nighty, what if beach comes in and tries to stop onyx, he tries to steal him, scorched gets enough strength to stop him in which she's struck again, and then yeah... }

~~

{ Skelly }

Smokeykit heard the battle cries from afar and snuck out, and she heard the sounds of fighting, yowling, snarling, growling, gasping, and the chocking, gurgling sounds of it all. Triumphant calls, sorrowful cries. It was too much for her, and the young kit scrambled to find cover- wherever that might be. "Mom!" she called, and suddenly felt something grab her. She yelled, trying to draw attention, and the unknown thing that had grabbed her said nothing until it set her in a small hollow and spoke softly. "Stay here..." said a young male voice, and then she heard running.

~~

Kovu was done with his father's evil ways. He then searched about, and ran to a nearby molly, helping her fend off a fighter. He was a young tom, and was already a fighter, too early for most. But still. "Please, come with me. I know you might not trust me, but there is a kit I placed in a hollow, just a few fox-lengths that way. You must hurry before someone finds her." he said, and dipped his head before he yowled and attacked an incoming fighter.

[dino.]

Lonestar23

[Sorry for all of the really bad starters ;v; ]

The elder snarled and launched herself at the nearest Dusk Syndicate cat at the call of her leaders command, her claws out and teeth bared. Excitement boiled in her blood and the battle roared in her ears, finally, after the Liberations she hadn't really gotten any action, so this was incredibly exciting. Rainpebble spotted the cat she decided to tousle with and grinned "Don't worry, you won't have to hold back a bit." she giggled as she snuck in a swipe and leaped backwards, her silver hues blazing, ready to go.

Jay-Jay

The ginger apprentice flattened his ears and swiftly lurched forward at his leaders call, his blood pumped and his senses hightly acute, this was his first battle, and he was terrified, he hadn't gotten the proper training yet and he wasn't sure about what he was supposed to do other than take the Dusk Syndicate down. Sweetpaw knew that he wasn't the best warrior yet, but he planed on making it through this battle alive, he just hoped that not too many dusk syndicate cats would attack him.

Lilly
[I was posting all the others so I hope this is alright]

The newly made apprentice shifted and slunk through the battling horde of cats, slipping through the battling pairs with ease, he was small enough after all. The young Tom stopped and looked up at a molly, his green hues sparkled with curiosity and flashed with slight horror, she was much bigger than he was and in all honesty he didn't stand a chance, not with the little amount of training he had received. Hummingpaw flattened his ears and crouched down, his hackles raised and his fangs showing "Don't think it'll be easy to beat me just because you're bigger!" he snapped, fear momentarily getting the best of him.

Turtlestrike

Starfall hesitantly launched herself into battle, her sky blue hues wide with horror, were they really picking a battle with the Dusk Syndicate? She got rid of her thoughts with the shake of her head and let out a growl. No, there's no need to second guess Grousestars decisions, I support Skyclan to my last breath. The ragdoll warrior turned her attention to the closest Dusk Syndicate cat and snarled "I won't forgive you for killing my clanmates!" she snapped, her tail lashed behind her as she readied herself for an attack.

Skelly

The fluffy white molly wasn't too pleased at the sudden battle cry, she had been sleeping peacefully in her den when she had heard the Skyclan leader scream at the top of his lungs the order to attack, she was having such a nice dream to. But it couldn't be helped, the fighter pushed her way through the battling crowd of cats until she spotted one that may actually be able to put up a fight. She looked at the Skyclaner, her face was emotionless, her blue orbs gave nothing away as the glistened "I am not merciful upon my foes and I do not expect you to be merciful upon me. Now if you understand my conditions, let us fight to decide who the victor shall be." she stated, her tail flicked behind her as she awaited for the molly to make the first move.
Flash turned in surprise as he heard the Sky Clanner snarl. Smirking, he replied, "Ha! I haven't killed any Skyclan cat... yet." With a wild yowl, he launched himself at Starfall, adrenaline rushing through his body.

[seasalt]

Empress Of Evil

Battle.
Battle was something, so fun, and yet, so bloody. Not the dark brown tabby's favorite combination of things. Yes, the ruthless co-commander, doesn't like bloodshed, or battle. She did slightly, but honestly, she didn't like it so much. Sure, her enemies would die, and she could be happy, but cats who, well she wasn't going to think about this, however. This was a real battle, one that she had been waiting, and expected for a long, long while. It was something she wanted, maybe, too. She knew these idiots would get angry fast, and want to have a battle with them. Boreas knew very well.
The quiet she cat slinked into the battlefield, bright yellow optics glistening with a humorous expression, and interested, to say the least. She knew this battle would happen, clan cats could get easily annoyed, and angered, and this was one example of that. Clan cats were also extremely annoying, that was another fact about them. Now was not time to daydream about the stupidity of clan cats, and other stupid cats. This was a battle after all. Her eyes darted left and right, looking for an opponent, eyes gleaming brightly, with a bit of hunger in her gaze. Boreas was on for battle, though she may be a bit...hesitant with the idea of it. She was not what some cat may think. She was not really a normal Dusk Syndicate, not normal at all, though she may act like a ruthless and ambitious cat, hunger for battle, and is a bit of a commanding cat.
With a huff, Boreas stared around at the battling cats, hopefully her cats were fairing well. She did hope so. The co-commander's ear twitched as she stalked forward, eyes looking toward perhaps, an opponent to battle with. But, she might not get the chance, as the Dusk Syndicate could win this without breaking much of a sweat, thats what she thought often about her group. She was proud of them too. Very proud. And, she hoped they were being useful and not being weaklings like some cats could be. You never know when a cat will become a coward and run. It could happen, and it was rather common in some states of mind, but Boreas didn't really care all that much. She would hunt that cat down later if that was possible. Dusk Syndicate's shouldn't run unless the commander says so, and only at that point, or if the co-commander says so.

Duskflight

Airpaw flexed her claws excitedly, but with a slight fearful gaze as she stared into the battlefield. I don't know whats going to happen, but I hope... Her ears pinned back against her head as she watched all the battling cats, she was hesitant on what she was going to do, what cats to fight, what had her mentor told her before this? "Don't fight the bigger cats, unless you think you can." Alright...alright I got this... Airpaw thought, whiskers twitching as she looked left and right. She knew she could fight those scrawny mouse-brains, they looked thin, she knew she could, with only one claw even, if she wanted to! Her fierce sapphire blue optics gleamed with a fierce determination, she would do anything to fight for her clan, even if she got hurt aaaaa lot!
The munchkin stared around, any cat that looked weak enough to fight yet? No...it didn't like their was any just yet. "Dang it.." She muttered bitterly, tail flicking with irritation, what a bust, she needed to prove to her clanmates she wasn't just a stupid kit, who even was too small to fight for her clan. She'd show them stupid cats who she fought with because they insulted her! This was her time to shine, her time to show her worth, her day of redemption! Airpaw held her determined gaze, chin high as she searched, again, for someone to fight with, and she'd come back proud she'd won the battle for her clan. She'd show them all! All of them! Every single cat who thought she couldn't do anything! She'd do anything to prove she wasn't too small, too weak to fight. She was just like every other cat. Every other cat, she was, Airpaw always thought that, and she would stick to her beliefs.

[JaxenAmethyst]

Lonestar23
(I'm also thinking Broken and Itzal could use Blazingcomet's Optimism and Carelessness to defeat him. Oh and if you remember I wanted Apocalypse to injure Nightpaw to the point where he's in the elders den already and you said no... Maybe that could be Blazingcomet instead???
And permission to break Blazingcomet's paw even more? x3 I'll ask for permission before doing anything else when it comes to mind.
Itzal will be coming in later.)

Broken heaved himself up at the alarm of Flash. He was definitely in no hurry to battle. He knew the weakest one would be the most hesitant to battle, so it would be quite easy to scope out the weakest against the strongest.
He padded out, his stance much like a dog's, shoulders abroad, and chest puffed out. Being himself, he's battle-ready when there isn't the slightest sign of battle. His joy for killing hasn't brought him as much enemies to battle as he always wanted, but killing one will do for the..hour or so.
He made his way onto the battle field, scoping out any SkyClan enemies. He spotted a fluffy orange tom limply running about across the battle field, an attempt to actually fight. This should be easy. He thought, as he darted toward him. He had his head brought down, prepared to butt into the tom's chest to bowl him over...

Apocalypse stared into the midst of the battle, bringing out her deceptive nature, making it seem as if she were.. defenseless. Waiting..just waiting.. for someone to make one pawstep towards her.

(IF ANYONE ELSE WANTS TO FIGHT APOCALYPSE, OR BROKEN AND ITZAL WHEN THEY'RE DONE FIGHTING, PLZ VISITOR MESSAGE ME!)

[wickedvirtues]

"Stay in the nursery!" Cloud hissed again as Panther sprinted past. She threw her semi-roughly into the nursery and blocked the entrance. Cloud glanced around to see if anyone was mouse-brained enough to attack the queen, she wouldn't blame them given her fluffy appearance and still young kits, she looked weaker than she was. She glanced at her kits, Panther's eyes gleamed with a look she was sure said I'm running out of the nursery as soon as you leave! Cloud sighed, picking Panther up. "If you die it's not my fault. You'll never be able to see us again, you'll never become a warrior and actually fight in wars. Oh well, go on ahead." She seemed like she didn't care, but Panther shook her head and stayed with her littermates. Cloud nodded, licking her head. "Good, now stay here." She purred softly, rushing out into the battle. Her fur bristled out, she hissed as her pupils turned to slits and she looked for someone to battle.

(Open)

[doghouse]

{ Skelly }

Smokeykit heard the battle cries from afar and snuck out, and she heard the sounds of fighting, yowling, snarling, growling, gasping, and the chocking, gurgling sounds of it all. Triumphant calls, sorrowful cries. It was too much for her, and the young kit scrambled to find cover- wherever that might be. "Mom!" she called, and suddenly felt something grab her. She yelled, trying to draw attention, and the unknown thing that had grabbed her said nothing until it set her in a small hollow and spoke softly. "Stay here..." said a young male voice, and then she heard running.

~~

Kovu was done with his father's evil ways. He then searched about, and ran to a nearby molly, helping her fend off a fighter. He was a young tom, and was already a fighter, too early for most. But still. "Please, come with me. I know you might not trust me, but there is a kit I placed in a hollow, just a few fox-lengths that way. You must hurry before someone finds her." he said, and dipped his head before he yowled and attacked an incoming fighter.
(No fend off the fighter thing lol I have to duplicate her for this to work and I'm just saying that this is happening before she fights Angel )
Lioncry looked around, and heard a cat approaching her. She turned, and glared at the tom, golden pelt fluffed up and teeth bared. She was about to land him a nasty scratch on the face when he spoke, and she froze, an image flickering to life in her head. She took a faltering step back. “No, I don't trust you. What do they look like?” she asked urgently, praying to StarClan that it wasn't Smokeykit. She looked him over. He was young, probably if he were in a Clan he would only be an apprentice. She wondered how early training began for Dusk Syndicate kits, and how harsh it was. She despised the Syndicate, and everything to do with it. They had killed many SkyClan cats, and probably cats from other Clans as well. She looked to see if she could spot the kit, but it was either a lie or the kit was well hidden. She watched him, and saw that he was fighting Dusk Syndicate cats. So if it was a trick, it was a very good one at that.
teeth bared and

[Bandido]

Mapleleaf licked her lips, longing for the taste of blood in her mouth. 'Who's the victim today?' She thought confident that she would get a chance to see much of her enemies blood. She sprinted sniffing the air for a sky clan cat to attack.

(Open RP battle)

[Ashley/Kestrel]

Morningheart's heart drummed with every step he took, fine blades of grass obstructing strips of his view as he crouched in the weeds, weaving his way through brambles and thorns. The sun-kissed tom's pelt was slicked down with streaks of thick mud, the drying sludge would act like a protection barrier against his skin, in a weird way. It was an extra layer for claws to weave their way into, but he was ready. His breath was stready as claws slipped out of their sockets, incisors flashing as the corner of his lips curled into a sneer.
As Gorsestar headed towards the clearing, his breathing hitched, eyes dilated- his body was stiff as he gazed out into the clearly from where he hid with the other SkyClan felines. Morningheart's gaze narrowed. These cats did not follow the warrior code, therefore the code would not be broken if a cat from the Syndicate is killed. It may not be breaking the code, but he had moral value. He shall only kill if the cat is truly a threat to the wellbeing of others.
As the rumble of his leader's voice called out into the clearing, the tom expertly weaved his way out of the bushes- moons of weaving through the treetops led him with expertise. A full on charge as he aimed to barrel into a Dusk Syndicate cat, rolling with the momentum as he aimed to curl his claws into their temples. The element of surprise, and his lithe and muscular form worked together very well, and his prideful heart felt confidence- and a twinge of fear he would never admit.
(OPEN PLS)
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Pepper-rasp weaved her way on the outskirts of the clearing, black pelt blending in against the brushes in the shaded clearing. The molly's claws unsheathed, and she jumped out from her cover, aiming to churn her claws against a random Dusk Syndicate cat's skull.
(OPEN)
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Vixencloud burst into the clearing, ginger fur puffed as she looked around wildly, throwing herself at a random Dusk Syndicate cat and attempting to clamp onto their scruff.
(OPEN)
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Aurora's lip curled. Are you kidding? This can't be happening. Claws unsheathing, she aimed to slam her bulky form into a random SkyClan warrior, fangs aimed to slice into their ear. @Myik (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=112)

[wickedvirtues]

Flame glanced at his siblings, eyes gleaming with determination. "I don't care if I die, I need to help mom!" He hissed, running out of the nursery. He sniffed the air, blood, chaos, SkyClan, Syndicate. He tried to find Cloud, frantically glancing around. He knew he'd go right back to the nursery if he saw his mother alive. Flame saw a flash of black and white fur, not bloodied but radiating an itch for a battle and malice. Seeing his mother alive settled the kits stomach, and he tried to sneak back into the nursery without being spotted.

((Open to RP with))

[Serendipity]

Former SkyClan skiity!}
Cloudpaw racedouit of the fighters den. Skyuclan?! I can't fight them! he'd wailed. Hesawhis sister fighting a brown tom and couldn't help. He hacked away. "I am cloudpaw, fighter of Dusk Syndicate. I will protect my clan!" He hissed and threw himself into battle.
Wanna rp?

[Bandido]

Morningheart's heart drummed with every step he took, fine blades of grass obstructing strips of his view as he crouched in the weeds, weaving his way through brambles and thorns. The sun-kissed tom's pelt was slicked down with streaks of thick mud, the drying sludge would act like a protection barrier against his skin, in a weird way. It was an extra layer for claws to weave their way into, but he was ready. His breath was stready as claws slipped out of their sockets, incisors flashing as the corner of his lips curled into a sneer.
As Gorsestar headed towards the clearing, his breathing hitched, eyes dilated- his body was stiff as he gazed out into the clearly from where he hid with the other SkyClan felines. Morningheart's gaze narrowed. These cats did not follow the warrior code, therefore the code would not be broken if a cat from the Syndicate is killed. It may not be breaking the code, but he had moral value. He shall only kill if the cat is truly a threat to the wellbeing of others.
As the rumble of his leader's voice called out into the clearing, the tom expertly weaved his way out of the bushes- moons of weaving through the treetops led him with expertise. A full on charge as he aimed to barrel into a Dusk Syndicate cat, rolling with the momentum as he aimed to curl his claws into their temples. The element of surprise, and his lithe and muscular form worked together very well, and his prideful heart felt confidence- and a twinge of fear he would never admit.
(OPEN PLS)
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Pepper-rasp weaved her way on the outskirts of the clearing, black pelt blending in against the brushes in the shaded clearing. The molly's claws unsheathed, and she jumped out from her cover, aiming to churn her claws against a random Dusk Syndicate cat's skull.
(OPEN)
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Vixencloud burst into the clearing, ginger fur puffed as she looked around wildly, throwing herself at a random Dusk Syndicate cat and attempting to clamp onto their scruff.
(OPEN)
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Aurora's lip curled. Are you kidding? This can't be happening. Claws unsheathing, she aimed to slam her bulky form into a random SkyClan warrior, fangs aimed to slice into their ear. @Myik (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=112)



Mapleleaf charged at the intruder cat, grousetstar. Her claws unsheathed as she leaped towards him.

(I won't kill your leader, but I don't want mapleleaf dead either though...)

[wickedvirtues]

Morningheart's heart drummed with every step he took, fine blades of grass obstructing strips of his view as he crouched in the weeds, weaving his way through brambles and thorns. The sun-kissed tom's pelt was slicked down with streaks of thick mud, the drying sludge would act like a protection barrier against his skin, in a weird way. It was an extra layer for claws to weave their way into, but he was ready. His breath was stready as claws slipped out of their sockets, incisors flashing as the corner of his lips curled into a sneer.
As Gorsestar headed towards the clearing, his breathing hitched, eyes dilated- his body was stiff as he gazed out into the clearly from where he hid with the other SkyClan felines. Morningheart's gaze narrowed. These cats did not follow the warrior code, therefore the code would not be broken if a cat from the Syndicate is killed. It may not be breaking the code, but he had moral value. He shall only kill if the cat is truly a threat to the wellbeing of others.
As the rumble of his leader's voice called out into the clearing, the tom expertly weaved his way out of the bushes- moons of weaving through the treetops led him with expertise. A full on charge as he aimed to barrel into a Dusk Syndicate cat, rolling with the momentum as he aimed to curl his claws into their temples. The element of surprise, and his lithe and muscular form worked together very well, and his prideful heart felt confidence- and a twinge of fear he would never admit.
(OPEN PLS)
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Pepper-rasp weaved her way on the outskirts of the clearing, black pelt blending in against the brushes in the shaded clearing. The molly's claws unsheathed, and she jumped out from her cover, aiming to churn her claws against a random Dusk Syndicate cat's skull.
(OPEN)
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Vixencloud burst into the clearing, ginger fur puffed as she looked around wildly, throwing herself at a random Dusk Syndicate cat and attempting to clamp onto their scruff.
(OPEN)
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Aurora's lip curled. Are you kidding? This can't be happening. Claws unsheathing, she aimed to slam her bulky form into a random SkyClan warrior, fangs aimed to slice into their ear. @Myik (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=112)



(I can RP with Vixencloud if u want owo)

[monfang]

(No fend off the fighter thing lol I have to duplicate her for this to work and I'm just saying that this is happening before she fights Angel )
Lioncry looked around, and heard a cat approaching her. She turned, and glared at the tom, golden pelt fluffed up and teeth bared. She was about to land him a nasty scratch on the face when he spoke, and she froze, an image flickering to life in her head. She took a faltering step back. “No, I don't trust you. What do they look like?” she asked urgently, praying to StarClan that it wasn't Smokeykit. She looked him over. He was young, probably if he were in a Clan he would only be an apprentice. She wondered how early training began for Dusk Syndicate kits, and how harsh it was. She despised the Syndicate, and everything to do with it. They had killed many SkyClan cats, and probably cats from other Clans as well. She looked to see if she could spot the kit, but it was either a lie or the kit was well hidden. She watched him, and saw that he was fighting Dusk Syndicate cats. So if it was a trick, it was a very good one at that.
teeth bared and
{ oh well pfft }
"She's multiple shades of grey, and she's I think blind." the tom said, looking desperately at the molly. "Please, I know what my father had done to your clan, but I'm not like him." he was seemingly begging for her to follow with his gaze. He knew it was only fair she distrusted him but at least listen when a young kit's life was on the line! He looked back towards the hollow, and then back to the molly. "This way." he said and bolted past trees to the hollow. Oh he hoped she was still there. He looked in and saw the she-kit in the den, and gave a breath of relief. "She's still here!" he called.

~~

She cowarded in fear as she heard the tom call someone over. Oh please don't be evil, please don't be evil! she begged in her mind. Then, she scented something familiar and lifted her head. "Mom...?" she asked, and the russet tom tilted his head before he looked up at the molly behind him. "Is she yours?" he asked.

[doghouse]

{ oh well pfft }
"She's multiple shades of grey, and she's I think blind." the tom said, looking desperately at the molly. "Please, I know what my father had done to your clan, but I'm not like him." he was seemingly begging for her to follow with his gaze. He knew it was only fair she distrusted him but at least listen when a young kit's life was on the line! He looked back towards the hollow, and then back to the molly. "This way." he said and bolted past trees to the hollow. Oh he hoped she was still there. He looked in and saw the she-kit in the den, and gave a breath of relief. "She's still here!" he called.

~~

She cowarded in fear as she heard the tom call someone over. Oh please don't be evil, please don't be evil! she begged in her mind. Then, she scented something familiar and lifted her head. "Mom...?" she asked, and the russet tom tilted his head before he looked up at the molly behind him. "Is she yours?" he asked.
Lioncry looked him over, but she had no idea who his father was.
He was the first Dusk Syndicate cat she'd spoken with or even seen and he wasn't at all like she'd been told to expect. She nodded, following his gaze. But the throng of fighting cats was so thick that she couldn't see what he was looking at. She inhaled sharply, feeling her heart sink. “Yes. And Oh! Smokeykit!” she gasped, now frantic to go get her kit. Relieved, she followed him and quickly caught sight of the multiple shaded gray she-kit with sightless green eyes. Relief swamped over the golden warrior and she rushed forwards, pressing her face against Smokeykit's soft fur.

She saw that Smokeykit cowered away and let out a soothing churr, comforting her kit. Then anger bubbled in her chest, and she stared at Smokeykit with disbelief. “Smokeykit! You shouldn't have come! Oh, please, just stay here, okay?” she said urgently, her voice a scared plea. “Yeah. Um, mine in every way but blood.” she said, flicking her ears. She was just explaining why she and Smokeykit had no physical traits in common whatsoever.

[Ludicrous Lunacy]

(Open)

Salem sprung from his den, eyes glinting. He had not expected the attack, but couldn't show his shock now; he was a guard. His job was to make sure that the trainees and the fighters were doing their jobs, since there were barely--what, seven guards? Himself, his brother, Onyx, Kamilla, et cetera. The oriental arvhed his back, gaze sharpening as they scanned for potential foes. Nobody had yet accepted the challenge the sleek black tom offered, and that... annoyed him.

[wickedvirtues]

Cloud reentered the nursery, checking on her kits. They were all sleeping. Good. She raced out of the nursery, looking for a fight as she growled lowly and saw SkyClan cats near the nursery, and her kits. She blindly lunged for one, hoping she got one of the intruders.

((Open))

[Deerlie]

Wanna rp?
Sure! Who's ur kitry?)

[spade]

starfall ((perfectly fine! sorry if it's shorter :c))

Ears perking up at the sound of cats approaching, Bellatrix hurried from her brother's den, eyes alert and scanning the clearing. It was just a split second that she noticed gleaming eyes before a battle cry rang out through the air, splitting the silence in two. Instantly, her claws slid out and the brown feline let out a growl, crouching low to the ground and bracing herself for the onslaught of enemies. "Filthy SkyClan cowards, if they believe in StarClan so much I'll show it to them," she snapped under her breath, gaze landing on a young tom who had challenged her. Her forelegs flexed and a gleam appeared in her eye. "Hello there," she smiled, her tone taking on a sinister sound as she rounded on him, shoulders moving underneath a sleek brown pelt of fur. Before much more could be said, Bella lept towards her opponent, claws out stretched and aiming for his shoulder.

[goddess of ducks]

[FONT="Fixedsys"][SIZE="2"][CENTER]{ Nighty Empress Of Evil Brooklyn Trees Empress, Brook, mind if i tag ya? heh.... }

She stepped along side the leader, her eyes focused on the border. This is the last time they fought the Syndicate. Or it better be. She felt a growing snarl in her chest, and at the call of Grousestar, she did just that. Attacked. With the ease of her strengthened legs she bolted off into the forest, yowling in a battle cry. She was done with the attacks. She was done since Cliffheart was attacked. Now, it was her turn. She could feel the dirt beneath her unsheathed claws and she had on a angered, battle-ready face. It was time SkyClan proved their place.

She ran into the trees, dodging and passing them, feeling slightly out of breath from the amount of energy she had to use. She was ready. She thought about her kits, her mate, her own life. She thought about Onyx and his little group, and about how they had started this. If he didn't attack, they wouldn't have had this issue. Now she had it out for him and him alone. She was ready to end his life, a thought in her mind thinking if she ended him, she ended it all. So, she scanned, and, she was ready. 3... 2... 1...

~~

{ Raine wanna rp ajax and onyx? }

He was more prepared, as he suspected it, but no one listened, and now, they were unprepared. Not him. e was ready for blood, a malicious smile crossing his maw as his icy blue orbs flickered, hearing the battle cries of the cats, and here he stood, and looked back. "Alright! This is what we trained for!" he called, and looked for Halite, and saw him not. Growling, he then turned to Ajax. He gave him a quick nod before he turned to the approaching clan. "Syndicate! Ready yourselves! SkyClan approaches to end us!" he called over, and then, seeing them, he smiled. "And we will not be beaten! This is where we show them who truly rules these woods!" he yowled, and then bolted off. He was more than ready.

He closed in as they did, and instantly was attacked by a reddish brown molly, her yellow orbs alight with hate. And he knew she knew him. And she did. She pounced on him, grabbing the scruff of his neck, in which he easily threw her down. "Bad move, darling." he said with a breath, and a small laugh. "Perfect for a bad tom, Onyx!" she snapped at him, and again lunged at him, and slammed into his shoulder. Down he went with a laugh. He looked about for his companion. "Oh, darling. Such a shame. You seemed nice, but I'm afraid, in order to save my clan, if you will..." he started, and looked at her, his eyes glowing. "I must end you." and he launched, and the molly was unprepared. The pain, the impact, all of it sent her through the grass, where he then pounced on her, pinning her shoulders to the ground with a snarl. "The king mus protect his kingdom. I do hope you understand." he said, and clawed her neck. She yowled, and mustered the strength to through him off, in which he only rose again and laughed. "You are strong, clan-er." he said, and snarled. "Not strong enough!" and he again launched, and bit her neck, making her yowl. She shouldered him, but as he flew back, he swiped his paw in a last attempt, and was pleased with the outcome. The yowl, then the thud of the molly crumpling to the ground. It was purrfect. "If only you knew..." she choked, blood seeping from the corners of her maw. He smiled menacingly, raising a paw, ready to finish her off.

{ Nighty, what if beach comes in and tries to stop onyx, he tries to steal him, scorched gets enough strength to stop him in which she's struck again, and then yeah... }


[ehhhhhh it's happeninggggggg but yes sounds good]

The small tom bounded over the hill, excitement bubbling through his pelt. He was so ready to do this. He could be just like his father, his mother, Grousestar, Auntie Aurora (xD) He could be great like them. It was only then as he burst into the clearing, tend and blue tail bushed up, that he saw it. Some dark gray tom leaning over his mother. Starclan what was happening to her? Why did she have that stuff leaking from her? Eww it smelled gross! He could help, so bravely, he bushed his pelt and flung himself at the False King, his tiny kit frame colliding softly against the hind leg of him. He nipped and tugged at Onyx, his kit claws scrabbling furiously at him. "Leave my Mommy alone! Do it before my Daddy, Cliffheart sees! He won't be very happy with you!" He growled in his squeaky little voice.


starfall
Singe was caught completely off guard by the horde of cats streaming in to meet the Syndicate. It took him only a moment before he realized what this was. It was those weak little Skyclan cats, scared that the Syndicate was going to overthrow them. Which, if Singe was being honest, he did want to overthrow them, as he had been kicked from his home due to their snotty know it all leader. Hopefully he wouldn't run into him out here, but if he did then it would be some great comeback. This was his home now and he would protect it and fight for it as he did in Windclan. There would be no fleeing for safety now. Besides, his kits were old enough to fight, as they had all chosen to become fighters. He bounced to his paws, instincts taking over, claws sliding out. He snarled at the oncoming wave of cats and hurled himself at some random feline, who's name happened to be Rainpebble.




Lonestar23
Calixto was just about to tuck into his prey when it happened. There were these howls, these cries, they just seemed to engulf the clearing in a matter of moments. What...who...why...the heck was happening? It took him several moments to figure it out, but before he could put words to it, he flung himself into battle. Thoughts began swirling. What about Illusion, or Hades, his brother in law? They would be fine, they knew how to take care of themselves. He lashed out at a nearby cat, whose scent reeked of Starclan. Some tom he hadn't met before, but good thing, he didn't want anything to do with Skyclan, he just wished that they felt the same way about the Syndicate and would leave them alone. Obviously not though, as they were engaging a sneak attack. His worries though we're on the kits, the trainees, and the hunters. They didn't know how to fight well, hopefully they would survive. Now was the only time he had ever doubted how the Syndicate was run. The separation between fighters and hunters would be obvious, and could possibly bring about the downfall. (For Calix and Blazing)



starfall again xD

Amya raced out of the trainees den. The noise and commotion startling her. This...this chaos was definetky not in her agenda for the day. She had just been hoping for a nap and then a training session with Ajax. All could have been well, but now here were these blokes who were ruining her plan. Now they would show them. Time to take, save and protect their home. Her mother had died protecting her, and now she would do it for the next closest thing she had to family, the Syndicate. She was smart in battle, knowing not to get cocky, now she wished she had more training though. She would work with what she knew and trust her instincts to carry her through. She picked out a smaller apprentice, close to her size. Her pelt bushed out, and her stumped tail wiggling wildly, she flung herself at the apprentice, ready to fight and give her all. (For Sweetpaw)


Empress Of Evil

[poor Cliff unaware that his son and mate have joined him in this battle]

The tan warrior surged forwards with his Clan, yowling at the Syndicate. At this moment, his twisted limb wasn't affecting him, and he ran just fine. He assumed it was the heat of battle, but who was to say? He sprang forward, launching at a cat he knew the name of. He had never met this cat personally, but figured it was him due to the things he had heard. Hades, it was a name that he knew, like Hannibal and Onyx. He launched at the cat, growling and hissing. His claws were unsheathed. This would be payback for everything the Syndicate had caused him, even if it wasn't the actual cat that caused it.


Skelly
Chirppaw rushed in, her short stocky limbs letting her pulse forward beside her Clan. She entered the clearing, and was momentarily struck by its similarity to the clan camp. It had its den, it's nursery, it's leader den, it fighter den. They lived like them, in a more ruthless sort of way. Why were they fighting them? Could the Syndicate just be like another Clan? No. They were murderers. They deserved this. Now was her chance to show Auroraflame that she could handle herself in battle. So she launched herself at a cat, not taking note of the size, age or muscles of the cat. She just lashed out blindly, which was not the smartest thing she could have done.
(For Chirp and Mercury)


Lilly

Pidgeonpaw rushed forwards and stopped at the entrance. She couldn't do this! She had just turned seven moons old! She didn't know how to fight in a battle like this! She couldn't....nope...not today. She was about to turn around when something made her stay. This was her Clan. They wouldn't let anything bad happen to her, right? Right. They were fighting to stop this killing nonsense, and no way was she planning to loose her life. They were here to stop the border fights, the murders. They would win and come out victorious! (So sorry it's so short for Bellatrix btw)

[monfang]

[ehhhhhh it's happeninggggggg but yes sounds good]

The small tom bounded over the hill, excitement bubbling through his pelt. He was so ready to do this. He could be just like his father, his mother, Grousestar, Auntie Aurora (xD) He could be great like them. It was only then as he burst into the clearing, tend and blue tail bushed up, that he saw it. Some dark gray tom leaning over his mother. Starclan what was happening to her? Why did she have that stuff leaking from her? Eww it smelled gross! He could help, so bravely, he bushed his pelt and flung himself at the False King, his tiny kit frame colliding softly against the hind leg of him. He nipped and tugged at Onyx, his kit claws scrabbling furiously at him. "Leave my Mommy alone! Do it before my Daddy, Cliffheart sees! He won't be very happy with you!" He growled in his squeaky little voice.
Onyx kicked the kit off him, and smiled maliciously. "So this is your son, hm?" he asked darkly and grabbed him by the scruff. "Come on, kit! You are coming with me. You'll become a great fighter in the Syndicate!" he snarled at the molly through his fur, even though the words were for him. He began to walk away, and suddenly, Scorchedpetal jumped up and at him, tackling him, making him drop Beachkit. "Leave my son alone!" she yowled, and clawed his neck. He stumbled back and felt blood seeping into his pelt. "If I go down..." she began, and looked at him. "So do you!" she jumped, and clawed his neck again, at the same time, he returned the strike and she gasped, landing on her paws, the tom falling back with a dark, pained smile. "Yes we do..." he said darkly.

She stood there, blood dripping to the ground, and suddenly she fell her eyes rolling back. She tightened them close, then looked at the tom, anger and protective love in them as she weakly got up and stood over her kit. "Not this t-time, Onyx..." she snarled, coughing. Blood dripped from her mouth, and she held her head high as she looked at him. He smiled, and stood, but now he was weak, blood still dripping from his neck, and he knew now he had to leave and see Lilith, but not without one last strike. "Oh, maybe not for the kit, but for you." he said, and as he rushed up, she moved forward to shield Beachkit and he clawed her shoulder, and she winced in pain, blood now soaked in her once beautiful pelt. It was lined with many scratches, fur lifted and matted, blood seeping all around her shoulders, neck, and face. Then he lifted a paw, but looked behind her. The battles were obviously leaning in the clan's favor, and he quickly looked down at her.

"You will die, even if I die too!" he yowled and stroke again, but she only ducked and winced, and she stayed standing over her kit. He clawed her once more, and a pool of blood started to form under her. He was frustrated, and he lifted his paw to strike again, but then he heard a commotion next to him, and there, he saw the familiar tom who escaped his grasp, and he was fighting Hades. "What...? No!" he growled. "So he caused my downfall!" he snarled, and suddenly realized the resemblance of Cliffheart and Beachkit. "And he will witness that of his mate's and kit's!" he snarled, stepping closer to to her. "Any last words for him to hear?" he asked, lifting his paw. She only growled. "Go to hell."

[goddess of ducks]

Onyx kicked the kit off him, and smiled maliciously. "So this is your son, hm?" he asked darkly and grabbed him by the scruff. "Come on, kit! You are coming with me. You'll become a great fighter in the Syndicate!" he snarled at the molly through his fur, even though the words were for him. He began to walk away, and suddenly, Scorchedpetal jumped up and at him, tackling him, making him drop Beachkit. "Leave my son alone!" she yowled, and clawed his neck. He stumbled back and felt blood seeping into his pelt. "If I go down..." she began, and looked at him. "So do you!" she jumped, and clawed his neck again, at the same time, he returned the strike and she gasped, landing on her paws, the tom falling back with a dark, pained smile. "Yes we do..." he said darkly.

She stood there, blood dripping to the ground, and suddenly she fell her eyes rolling back. She tightened them close, then looked at the tom, anger and protective love in them as she weakly got up and stood over her kit. "Not this t-time, Onyx..." she snarled, coughing. Blood dripped from her mouth, and she held her head high as she looked at him. He smiled, and stood, but now he was weak, blood still dripping from his neck, and he knew now he had to leave and see Lilith, but not without one last strike. "Oh, maybe not for the kit, but for you." he said, and as he rushed up, she moved forward to shield Beachkit and he clawed her shoulder, and she winced in pain, blood now soaked in her once beautiful pelt. It was lined with many scratches, fur lifted and matted, blood seeping all around her shoulders, neck, and face. Then he lifted a paw, but looked behind her. The battles were obviously leaning in the clan's favor, and he quickly looked down at her.

"You will die, even if I die too!" he yowled and stroke again, but she only ducked and winced, and she stayed standing over her kit. He clawed her once more, and a pool of blood started to form under her. He was frustrated, and he lifted his paw to strike again, but then he heard a commotion next to him, and there, he saw the familiar tom who escaped his grasp, and he was fighting Hades. "What...? No!" he growled. "So he caused my downfall!" he snarled, and suddenly realized the resemblance of Cliffheart and Beachkit. "And he will witness that of his mate's and kit's!" he snarled, stepping closer to to her. "Any last words for him to hear?" he asked, lifting his paw. She only growled. "Go to hell."

Beachkit took the kick and flight hard, his bones not completely hardened as he was only about three moons old. He felt his hind leg crunch and a fiery pain burn through it. He gasped in pain,mshe words frozen in his throat. What was happening here? This was nothing like th battles he had with Aredkit and Cliffheart. He felt the jaws then, grasp him in a firm jaw. He began to flail wildly, kicking and wailing. His pale yellow green hues looked back to his bleeding, wounded mother. "Mommy!" He screeched, terror written on every part of him. "Mommy help!! Mommy!" Tears stremIng down his face. He could see Cliffheart fighting in the distance, unaware of the scene. Tears were flowing down. Scorchedpetal was hurt, like really badly. He had to help her! He was being taken away by her enemy, he couldn't live with him! He had to break free, but how when his leg was scorching with pain. "Mommy!!" He screeched one finally time before dropping his head limply in defeat. His mommy was dying, and he was being taken away from his entire life.

Then he heard her rustle, and tackle Onyx. He rolled free, his hind left leg splaying out at an odd angle. Scorched was back up and fighting. He had to think of something, anything to help. Scorched was not doing well, and he saw that. He still didn't know what that red stuff was, but now there was some on his leg. It was his mother's. The next thing he knew, she was standing over him, protecting him from every blow that the gray tom threw at them. He squealed at squeaked, terrified. Her blood was dripping down her flanks, her neck, everywhere, splattering the ground around him as he shriveled in terror. His tan and gray coat was covered in his mother's blood now, and he looked basically dead as smal as he was laying there, petrified in fear. He had to help somehow. Mommy wasn't going to last long. Then he remembered. Something they always called each other. "Daddy!" He screamed at the top of his lungs, squeaky voice echoing over the fighting cats. Then he made his plea for help. "The Twin Star is falling! Daddy help!!" He cried, the tears starting up again. Hopefully he would hear.

Cliffheart, halfway across the clearing was focused on battle. Fighting, clawing, biting, hissing. Then he heard it. The Twin Star is falling... No...no no no. The fighting slowed, like the world and time was slowed. He turned, seeing the infamous King lurk menacingly towards his mate. All he could see was his Star, bleeding, dripping blood, fighting back, hissing to Onyx. The other thing that struck him, was the bundle of bloody fur crumpled under her. The world spun around him. Scorched was on the brink of death and now one of his precious Little Stars was dead. He had been right, he was a horrible father, a horrible mate. Nothing else mattered now, he left his fight and charged towards his mate, in time to hear the last words. 'Go to hell he will indeed. No one touches my Stars he flung himself forwards, yowling in such a fury, it scared even himself. "Get away from them!" He yowled, fire burning inside him, the rage. This cat had gone way too far. Now he would pay. But Scorched needed help. And she needed it now. He caught a glimpse of the fur color, I between all the blood. It was Beachkit. The little one who acted so much like him. He was gone now, and it was Onyx's fault.

[monfang]

Beachkit took the kick and flight hard, his bones not completely hardened as he was only about three moons old. He felt his hind leg crunch and a fiery pain burn through it. He gasped in pain,mshe words frozen in his throat. What was happening here? This was nothing like th battles he had with Aredkit and Cliffheart. He felt the jaws then, grasp him in a firm jaw. He began to flail wildly, kicking and wailing. His pale yellow green hues looked back to his bleeding, wounded mother. "Mommy!" He screeched, terror written on every part of him. "Mommy help!! Mommy!" Tears stremIng down his face. He could see Cliffheart fighting in the distance, unaware of the scene. Tears were flowing down. Scorchedpetal was hurt, like really badly. He had to help her! He was being taken away by her enemy, he couldn't live with him! He had to break free, but how when his leg was scorching with pain. "Mommy!!" He screeched one finally time before dropping his head limply in defeat. His mommy was dying, and he was being taken away from his entire life.

Then he heard her rustle, and tackle Onyx. He rolled free, his hind left leg splaying out at an odd angle. Scorched was back up and fighting. He had to think of something, anything to help. Scorched was not doing well, and he saw that. He still didn't know what that red stuff was, but now there was some on his leg. It was his mother's. The next thing he knew, she was standing over him, protecting him from every blow that the gray tom threw at them. He squealed at squeaked, terrified. Her blood was dripping down her flanks, her neck, everywhere, splattering the ground around him as he shriveled in terror. His tan and gray coat was covered in his mother's blood now, and he looked basically dead as smal as he was laying there, petrified in fear. He had to help somehow. Mommy wasn't going to last long. Then he remembered. Something they always called each other. "Daddy!" He screamed at the top of his lungs, squeaky voice echoing over the fighting cats. Then he made his plea for help. "The Twin Star is falling! Daddy help!!" He cried, the tears starting up again. Hopefully he would hear.

Cliffheart, halfway across the clearing was focused on battle. Fighting, clawing, biting, hissing. Then he heard it. The Twin Star is falling... No...no no no. The fighting slowed, like the world and time was slowed. He turned, seeing the infamous King lurk menacingly towards his mate. All he could see was his Star, bleeding, dripping blood, fighting back, hissing to Onyx. The other thing that struck him, was the bundle of bloody fur crumpled under her. The world spun around him. Scorched was on the brink of death and now one of his precious Little Stars was dead. He had been right, he was a horrible father, a horrible mate. Nothing else mattered now, he left his fight and charged towards his mate, in time to hear the last words. 'Go to hell he will indeed. No one touches my Stars he flung himself forwards, yowling in such a fury, it scared even himself. "Get away from them!" He yowled, fire burning inside him, the rage. This cat had gone way too far. Now he would pay. But Scorched needed help. And she needed it now. He caught a glimpse of the fur color, I between all the blood. It was Beachkit. The little one who acted so much like him. He was gone now, and it was Onyx's fault.
He lifted his paw, smiling, and Scorchedpetal only lifted her head, no fer showing. He chuckled. "I'll see you there!" he said, and thrusted his paw up, then he heard it. The cry of Cliffheart, and he looked, and too late to move, too. He was tackled down again, and he fell with a bang. "Oh, poor poor Cliffheart! You are too late!" he said, and he turned to the molly, who had collapsed. "I win. The king always wins..." he said darkly, smiling. He smiled at Cliffheart like Bleddyn smiled to him, begging for the death. But he knew he wouldn't have the ability. To choose between his kit and mate, or killing an old foe. "Make your choice..." he said softly, and let his head fall in a crazed laugh. He indeed had one again, or so he thought.

Scorchedpetal weakly turned to Beachkit, and she licked his head, thinking the same as Cliffheart. But she saw the breathing, and his leg. She felt a pang in her heart. She let her son down, he was injured. But he was alive. And she knew, that it would take a damn miracle if she wanted to make it out alive. But she knew he would. And so would Cliffheart. "B-Beachkit, do me a favor..." she said, blood dripping from her mouth onto his pelt. "Take care of your family. Especially your father. Keep him shining bright... You have to be his Twin Star..." she whispered, brushing her tail along his back, and then she layed her head on him gently, making sure she wasn't on his leg. "I love you all..." she whispered weakly, her breath becoming hoarse.

[Deerlie]

CloudWing found himself facing a small cream she cat. Blood matted her fur. "HopeWish?" He said.

Anger burned in her pelt. Her former mate,cleft the clans tobewiththe fox-hearts who stole her kit, Deathkit and Sagekit. Shje leapt at him snarling. "You will pay!" She yowled.

He hissed. He letter his paw up and struck her shoulder. Blood oozed out and he smirked. "You will die HopeWish." He said. Should shook his fur and growled. "CloudPaw is gone... Its Crimson now!" He snarled. He'd jumped at her and threw his claws other neck. He felt fur plush him away. He looked up to seeSage there. "I remember everything! " she hissed. Blood dripped from a mark on uerbelly. She groaned. "I knew I should have left when I knew my mother was in SkyClan..." She dropped to the ground as her eyes clouded.

Crimson now, looked really heartbroken. He shook, overwhelmed by fury. He leapt at her again and struck, he felt claws in blood, but claws in his sides.
{Open!}

[monfang]

Lioncry looked him over, but she had no idea who his father was.
He was the first Dusk Syndicate cat she'd spoken with or even seen and he wasn't at all like she'd been told to expect. She nodded, following his gaze. But the throng of fighting cats was so thick that she couldn't see what he was looking at. She inhaled sharply, feeling her heart sink. “Yes. And Oh! Smokeykit!” she gasped, now frantic to go get her kit. Relieved, she followed him and quickly caught sight of the multiple shaded gray she-kit with sightless green eyes. Relief swamped over the golden warrior and she rushed forwards, pressing her face against Smokeykit's soft fur.

She saw that Smokeykit cowered away and let out a soothing churr, comforting her kit. Then anger bubbled in her chest, and she stared at Smokeykit with disbelief. “Smokeykit! You shouldn't have come! Oh, please, just stay here, okay?” she said urgently, her voice a scared plea. “Yeah. Um, mine in every way but blood.” she said, flicking her ears. She was just explaining why she and Smokeykit had no physical traits in common whatsoever.
Kovu looked at her, and as she begged the kit to stay put, he put on a stern face and looked at Lioncry. "I will stay here with her." he said, his eyes genuine. "I can fool the other fighters!" he said. He looked at the kit, who was obviously afraid. "Mom, don't go!" she cried, which made his heart pang. He looked at the warrior, and knew she had no choice. "Please mama..." she whimpered.

[goddess of ducks]

He lifted his paw, smiling, and Scorchedpetal only lifted her head, no fer showing. He chuckled. "I'll see you there!" he said, and thrusted his paw up, then he heard it. The cry of Cliffheart, and he looked, and too late to move, too. He was tackled down again, and he fell with a bang. "Oh, poor poor Cliffheart! You are too late!" he said, and he turned to the molly, who had collapsed. "I win. The king always wins..." he said darkly, smiling. He smiled at Cliffheart like Bleddyn smiled to him, begging for the death. But he knew he wouldn't have the ability. To choose between his kit and mate, or killing an old foe. "Make your choice..." he said softly, and let his head fall in a crazed laugh. He indeed had one again, or so he thought.

Scorchedpetal weakly turned to Beachkit, and she licked his head, thinking the same as Cliffheart. But she saw the breathing, and his leg. She felt a pang in her heart. She let her son down, he was injured. But he was alive. And she knew, that it would take a damn miracle if she wanted to make it out alive. But she knew he would. And so would Cliffheart. "B-Beachkit, do me a favor..." she said, blood dripping from her mouth onto his pelt. "Take care of your family. Especially your father. Keep him shining bright... You have to be his Twin Star..." she whispered, brushing her tail along his back, and then she layed her head on him gently, making sure she wasn't on his leg. "I love you all..." she whispered weakly, her breath becoming hoarse.

Cloffheart was torn in two. Save her, or kill him. He was the one who caused all this. End him before he ended anyone else, like Redkit, or Sagekit, or Strikerkit. Onyx could very well come back and get every last member of his family. But that would be later. Scorched needed him now. She wasn't going to last long without help. He made one last move, something Onyx could remember them for. He raised his paw and slashed down hard, slicing his shoulder. "Now leave...my family...my Stars....alone." He said, his tone final, thick, and firm. His pale green hues were loosing that initial flame of panic and fear. He stepped off, tail lashing behind him, not turning his back for a moment, knowing it could provoke an open spot for attack. He ran back to his mate who was pouring out blood. He glanced up wildly, no noticing Beachkit talking to Scorched. "Some cat help me!" He cried, his voice desperately pleading for help. He looked down in time to see her talking. "No no Scorched...don't leave me. I need you. You...you are my Star. You are my only one. I can't I won't do this without you. Don't leave me no..." He was panicking now, placing his paws on the most severe wounds. He had to save her. She couldn't die on him. It couldn't end here, not like this.

Beachkit was staring, horrified at his mother. So those thing he had heard the elders talking about, death, that thing that happened to the cats who went on those patrols. They left here. That's what he knew. That once something was dead, it wasn't here anymore. And that meant no Mommy to snuggle with in the nest, no one to love him except his father. He needed her too. She couldn't leave him. "Mommy, I don't know how. I can't...I'm not a Twin Star, that you and Daddy, not me. Dint go Mommy." Silent tears streamed down his face at the thought that this was her last. He buried his small head in her blood soaked fur,my ears making it worse.

[monfang]

Cloffheart was torn in two. Save her, or kill him. He was the one who caused all this. End him before he ended anyone else, like Redkit, or Sagekit, or Strikerkit. Onyx could very well come back and get every last member of his family. But that would be later. Scorched needed him now. She wasn't going to last long without help. He made one last move, something Onyx could remember them for. He raised his paw and slashed down hard, slicing his shoulder. "Now leave...my family...my Stars....alone." He said, his tone final, thick, and firm. His pale green hues were loosing that initial flame of panic and fear. He stepped off, tail lashing behind him, not turning his back for a moment, knowing it could provoke an open spot for attack. He ran back to his mate who was pouring out blood. He glanced up wildly, no noticing Beachkit talking to Scorched. "Some cat help me!" He cried, his voice desperately pleading for help. He looked down in time to see her talking. "No no Scorched...don't leave me. I need you. You...you are my Star. You are my only one. I can't I won't do this without you. Don't leave me no..." He was panicking now, placing his paws on the most severe wounds. He had to save her. She couldn't die on him. It couldn't end here, not like this.

Beachkit was staring, horrified at his mother. So those thing he had heard the elders talking about, death, that thing that happened to the cats who went on those patrols. They left here. That's what he knew. That once something was dead, it wasn't here anymore. And that meant no Mommy to snuggle with in the nest, no one to love him except his father. He needed her too. She couldn't leave him. "Mommy, I don't know how. I can't...I'm not a Twin Star, that you and Daddy, not me. Dint go Mommy." Silent tears streamed down his face at the thought that this was her last. He buried his small head in her blood soaked fur,my ears making it worse.
Onyx yowled, and laughed as he spoke his last words. "I'll come back.. and I'll win again." he said darkly, and ran off.

Scorchedpetal felt her kit crying, heard her mate begging. She lifted her tail, wiping Cliffheart's eyes. "Shh..." was all se could muster in that moment, and she put enough strength to lift her head and rub her head under his chin, before it fell again. The pain that wracked through her was fading as she became numb. "If I die, know your twin star's in the sky... watching over you. Be strong, both of you, please... He will return..." she said, and cringed in pain. She could feel the pulsing of her heart in near her wounds, blood seeping from them. She didn't know what to say now. She had nothing to say yet again.

"Cliffheart. You are such a wonderful mate... I don't know what I would have done without you in my life..." she said, smiling. "Look at the kits we had, and they love you, a hero to them..." she huffed, and licked Beachkit again as he cried. "Oh, Beachkit. Don't cry..." she cooed softly. "I will always be with you, everytime you sleep, just prey before you rest, and I'll be there..." she said. "Smile before you sleep and your dreams will be ever sweet..." { yes i just did that } she said, and looked up at Cliffheart. "Take care of them... You are all they have... left..." she coughed, more blood seeping from her maw.

"I... love you..." she said, and her tail fell limply over her kit, her eyes fading as they closed, her breathing slowed drastically as she fell unconscious. She could feel her soul separating from her body. She could see her mate and kit crying, and she could see approaching warriors, and she could see the battle fading more and more. She wanted to stay, for them, but she also wanted to leave, for them. She would be a burden to have to take care of, and she didn't want that, but she knew how Cliffheart would end up. So, her spirit stood in the midst of everything, as she looked down at them. Would she leave, or stay?

[Deerlie]

I have been reading this and its sad, I'm about to cry!:( )

[doghouse]

Kovu looked at her, and as she begged the kit to stay put, he put on a stern face and looked at Lioncry. "I will stay here with her." he said, his eyes genuine. "I can fool the other fighters!" he said. He looked at the kit, who was obviously afraid. "Mom, don't go!" she cried, which made his heart pang. He looked at the warrior, and knew she had no choice. "Please mama..." she whimpered.
She looked at the tom, hoping that this was the right decision and she wasn't making a terrible mistake by trusting him to watch Smokeykit. She leaned in, nuzzling Smokeykit's cheek gently, then turned back to him. Slowly,
she put her mouth close to his ear, and whispered so softly she knew that there was very little chance of Smokeykit overhearing. “If something happens to me, will you take care of her?” she murmured, stroking Smokeykit with her tail. “I must.” the tension in her voice was obvious, betraying how much she didn't want to. “Just know that when I fight, I'm fighting for you.” unable to see her kit so distressed a moment longer, she turned and rung herself into the fray, facing off with a pure white molly with blue eyes, not too far from where Smokeykit and Kovu were at, as it was still within hearing distance.

[Empress Of Evil]

The ebony she-cat gazed calmly at the target area, glancing at Grousestar every now and again as she awaited the order. This was definitely a big change from her attending to clan duties. The excitement of the battle seemed to lift up her spirits though. No, Auroraflame wasn't one who liked bloodshed and battles, but it was a big change from having to to run around camp attending to things. Not only that, she was angry. How dare the Dusk Syndicate attack and kill their cats. No one should have any right to be murdered for defending their clan. An angry flame danced in her icy blue hues as she awaited the order.
SkyClan, attack! That was it. That was the only words that she needed. Without a moment's hesitation, Auroraflame launched herself into the battle. She didn't plan on killing anyone, for she saw no point in that. The deputy just wanted to make sure that the Dusk Syndicate would learn their lesson after this. The adrenaline pumped through her veins as she sent scratches here and there, being careful to make sure that she didn't get the wrong cats. Everyone around her seemed to be occupied however, so she stood still, turning around in circles just in case someone were to sneak up on her.
Her icy gaze scanned the battle for someone to fight. It wasn't long before she finally spotted a cat that seemed to be scanning over the battle, like her. It was a dark bronw tabby, and somehow, she seemed familiar. Auroraflame was almost certain that she had heard someone describing that cat before. What was her name? Baring her teeth and hissing as a cat nearly crashed into her, she quickly racked her brain. A moment later the deputy had remembered. Wasn't she what the Dusk Syndicate called their Co-Commander? Yes, she was pretty sure about that. However she still couldn't get a name. Narrowing her eyes, she decided to forget about that and started advancing towards the cat. She crouched down low and hid behind some bushes as she sneaked up on the she-cat. Soon, she had reached the Co-Commander, and putting on a smirk, she approached her from behind.
"Hello there. The name's Auroraflame, deputy of SkyClan," Auroraflame greeted, putting a fake tone of politeness. For the moment, she put out the flames in her eyes. "And you are?" she asked, not giving the Co-Commander a chance to reply.

tawny~

An egyptian mau scanned the battle with no expression on his face. His pale green orbs watched the battle with interest, his head tilted to the side ever so slightly. In his mind, Hades was debating as to whether he should stupidly jump straight into the battle, or strategically choose someone to fight. It wasn't long before he decided that it would be best to go with the second option.
A battle was always so interesting for Hades. He was one of those cats that somehow managed to enjoy the metallic taste that blood gave. However, in the recent moons he hadn't managed to find many targets. But this was the perfect chance for him. Looking around, there were so many options that the fighter could choose. Yet, he wanted to wait and find someone interesting. Finally, his attention was snatched to the sight of a cat with a crippled leg. A sly smile grew on his maw and he started to sneak towards the tom. Hades went unnoticed with everyone busy fightig their own enemies.
About a minute later, he reached the cat. This'll be easy, he thought, nearly letting out a small, dark chuckle. Without wasting another moment, he decided to attack. Hades leapt up and unsheathed his claws, his paws reaching out as he aimed to land on the cat's back.

Nighty

Fear crept onto the black and white cat's face as he dodged past cats being flung here and there. Hawkpaw had never been in a battle, for he had been too young to participate in the liberation of the four other clans. This would be his first. And the tom was slightly worried, seeing as he hadn't had many chances to do battle training with his mentor. At first, he had been quite confident that if he chose a small enougntarget, he would be found. But now that he was actually in the battle, he felt worried.
Looking around, he was constantly turning around, his hackles raising as he felt as though someone was creeping up on him. Hawkpaw didn't like this. Strangely enough, he had always expected that his first battle would be exciting. Not because of the bloodshed that came with it, but because he would then have a chance to test out the skills he knew. For a moment, the apprentice felt like slinking into a bush and staying there for the rest of the battle. But no, he couldn't and he knew it. That would be an act of cowardice. Hawkpaw had to fight for his clan, for that was what he had come here to do. That's why he had been chosen.

RedHead

[monfang]

She looked at the tom, hoping that this was the right decision and she wasn't making a terrible mistake by trusting him to watch Smokeykit. She leaned in, nuzzling Smokeykit's cheek gently, then turned back to him. Slowly,
she put her mouth close to his ear, and whispered so softly she knew that there was very little chance of Smokeykit overhearing. “If something happens to me, will you take care of her?” she murmured, stroking Smokeykit with her tail. “I must.” the tension in her voice was obvious, betraying how much she didn't want to. “Just know that when I fight, I'm fighting for you.” unable to see her kit so distressed a moment longer, she turned and rung herself into the fray, facing off with a pure white molly with blue eyes, not too far from where Smokeykit and Kovu were at, as it was still within hearing distance.
{ kovu is suppose to attack onyx so imma bring him in }
He watched and felt the pang in his heart more. The kit was desperate, almost as if she knew that her mother was going to die, oh but he hoped not. She seemed to beg her mother stay, but as she head her last words, Smokeykit scrambled after her as she walked out of the den, and heart the fighting. "Mama no!" she screamed, and Kovu grabbed her, holding her back. "Let me go!" she cried, trying to fight the grip of the tom. He wanted to run out and tell the fighter to stop, help Lioncry, but that would put Smokeykit, as he heard, in trouble. She finally fell, defeated as she listened helplessly to the yowls, snarls, and growls that came from the fight.

And so did he. He could hear the fight, and he didn't like the sounds. He didn't like any of this. He blamed only one person. His father. His father started the tension and now it was war. Lives were lost left and right, and it was all because of him. Then, Smokeykit gasped, looking forward, and he turned his head, and his ears fell back. "Kovu, wonderful job." the dark laugh of his father echoed through the hollow. "Now, give her to me. I am going to show this SkyClan-ers they have no right-" and he was cut off by his son's lunge, and was unprepared for obvious reasons. "No!" Kovu growled, and the push shot his father back a few paces,

"What the hell are you doing?!" he growled to his son. Kovu took note of the wounds his father had, and thought if he added to them, he might just stop this whole war. Snarling, Kovu stepped infront of the kit, who was now whimpering, pressed against the wall of the hollow. Onyx rushed forward, but with his injuries, it was slower than what he would have done. And Kovu was able to dodge, and attack! He lunged and clawed his father's neck and shoulder, claws ripping into his flesh. Onyx yowled, and stumbled back, and before he had a chance to look uo, he was clawed on the opposite side. This time he fell to the ground, and looked at this son.

"Why are you doing this?" he asked, trying to stand up. "You are my prince, the next heir of the crown!" he yowled, and finally reached his paws. "Not this crown dad..." Kovu said, and lunged again, and clawed Onyx, but this time Onyx landed a hit to his stomach, and he yowled as he fell to the ground infront of the kit. He quickly stood up, and as the ebony tom rose to his feet, he looked at Kovu, then he ran out the den, too weak to risk another blow. With a breath of relief, he licked the kits head, to soothe her, calm her nerves, and it was working.

[Momotaro]

(Open)

Salem sprung from his den, eyes glinting. He had not expected the attack, but couldn't show his shock now; he was a guard. His job was to make sure that the trainees and the fighters were doing their jobs, since there were barely--what, seven guards? Himself, his brother, Onyx, Kamilla, et cetera. The oriental arvhed his back, gaze sharpening as they scanned for potential foes. Nobody had yet accepted the challenge the sleek black tom offered, and that... annoyed him.

Joystrike padded towards the oriental. A grim smile plastered on his face. This tom would not regret hurting any cat one bit. He spent no time to talk, and leapt into the Guard, claws ready to tear and maim. He snarled at Salem, imagining him as his cheating mate. He did not hesitate; every cat was fair game here, Kill or be killed. The tan tabby dove at Salem, aiming for the legs, for he knew that was a crucial weak spot.

[doghouse]

Skelly
Chirppaw rushed in, her short stocky limbs letting her pulse forward beside her Clan. She entered the clearing, and was momentarily struck by its similarity to the clan camp. It had its den, it's nursery, it's leader den, it fighter den. They lived like them, in a more ruthless sort of way. Why were they fighting them? Could the Syndicate just be like another Clan? No. They were murderers. They deserved this. Now was her chance to show Auroraflame that she could handle herself in battle. So she launched herself at a cat, not taking note of the size, age or muscles of the cat. She just lashed out blindly, which was not the smartest thing she could have done.
(For Chirp and Mercury)

Mercury saw a young SkyClan cat, and guessed that they were a SkyClan trainee, about her own age. She studied their stocky build, so different from her own, lean and lithe build. She spotted her brother and father, fighting it out, a kit hiding behind Kovu, and grinned broadly before turning back to the stocky she-cat. The cat was stocky, yes, but smaller than Mercury, and Mercury was a well muscled and fairly large cat, a mix of both her mother and her father. In a flash of silvery fur, she leaped forwards, swerving sideways of the she-cat's blind and reckless lunge, aiming to score her claws down the cat's side, although she knew her aim was off just a bit, and guessed that she would probably either miss or only get fur. Mercury's green hues were cold and almost emotionless, as they always were when she fought, or killed, for that matter.

[judas]

Morningheart's heart drummed with every step he took, fine blades of grass obstructing strips of his view as he crouched in the weeds, weaving his way through brambles and thorns. The sun-kissed tom's pelt was slicked down with streaks of thick mud, the drying sludge would act like a protection barrier against his skin, in a weird way. It was an extra layer for claws to weave their way into, but he was ready. His breath was stready as claws slipped out of their sockets, incisors flashing as the corner of his lips curled into a sneer.
As Gorsestar headed towards the clearing, his breathing hitched, eyes dilated- his body was stiff as he gazed out into the clearly from where he hid with the other SkyClan felines. Morningheart's gaze narrowed. These cats did not follow the warrior code, therefore the code would not be broken if a cat from the Syndicate is killed. It may not be breaking the code, but he had moral value. He shall only kill if the cat is truly a threat to the wellbeing of others.
As the rumble of his leader's voice called out into the clearing, the tom expertly weaved his way out of the bushes- moons of weaving through the treetops led him with expertise. A full on charge as he aimed to barrel into a Dusk Syndicate cat, rolling with the momentum as he aimed to curl his claws into their temples. The element of surprise, and his lithe and muscular form worked together very well, and his prideful heart felt confidence- and a twinge of fear he would never admit.
(OPEN PLS)
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Pepper-rasp weaved her way on the outskirts of the clearing, black pelt blending in against the brushes in the shaded clearing. The molly's claws unsheathed, and she jumped out from her cover, aiming to churn her claws against a random Dusk Syndicate cat's skull.
(OPEN)
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Vixencloud burst into the clearing, ginger fur puffed as she looked around wildly, throwing herself at a random Dusk Syndicate cat and attempting to clamp onto their scruff.
(OPEN)
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Aurora's lip curled. Are you kidding? This can't be happening. Claws unsheathing, she aimed to slam her bulky form into a random SkyClan warrior, fangs aimed to slice into their ear. @Myik (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=112)


Littlewing shook, twisting as a cat slammed into her. She fell back, regaining her blance before the cat ripped her ear. Her last battle was when she was an apprentice. Moving, Littlewing hissed. Sagemist tought me well, I can do this! She thought. The she cat moved, moving her paws as she tried to claw the cat's side.

[lone]

NightyJaxenAmythest @starfall

Syndrome had been minding his own business. Well, sort of; he’d been minding his own business in the sense that he’d been pretty much ignoring the fighting going on. Just waiting. Waiting his turn, so to speak. And then some fat—well, in his opinion fat—old she cat decided to come into the battle? Shouldn’t she be dead already? The darkly colored tom felt her claws swipe across his shoulder, but at the same time he could barely feel it… and a moment later his hues narrowed. “Hold back? I wouldn’t dream of doing a thing like that. So sorry, however—I do believe you’re going to lose your life today.” The way he put it made it sound as though he were truly sorry. When, in reality… he wasn’t. Not even the slightest bit. And, in the next instant, he lashed out to dig his claws into her own shoulder. Once doing so, he would rip downwards; this would secure his chances of winning the battle, at least winning it against this scruffy, fat old nobody. When he was done with her, she would wish she had never come to the battle. Wish she had never set eyes on him, wish she had never even seen a Dusk Syndicate cat. His face would be the last thing that she saw before she died. When he was finished… she would know the name Syndrome.
{Syndrome and Rainpebble}



A black Maine Coon took a single pawstep towards Apocalypse. As though he were daring her to do something. Taunting would have been preferable, but the look in his eyes seemed to say everything for him. What an idiot. He thought with a snort, glaring at the she cat. They had the look of a stupid Dusk Syndicate cat. They thought they could get away with killing SkyClan’s warriors? They thought they were going to end up on top? Well so far, SkyClan was winning the battle. He wondered how that made the other cats feel… hopefully useless, like the junk that they were. Nightpaw lunged for the feline in the next instant. If all went well? There would be yet another life lost on this battlefield. If all went absolutely perfect, then there wouldn’t be a single Dusk Syndicate cat left alive by the end of this battle.
{Nightpaw and Apocalypse}



To be honest, Blazingcomet was not much of a fighter. Fighting? Not his strong suit, especially when it came to fighting so hatefully against others. And now here he was, forced to fight… well… hatefully against everyone else. Poor Blazingcomet. A Dusk Syndicate cat was heading in his direction, and for a moment, the orange tom didn’t realize that they were heading for him. Funny, he wasn’t usually so trusting, but today was different. And today might be the day that would cost him his life. Thankfully, if he were careful, it wouldn’t… he would just have to fight back at all costs. A sharp pain went through his body and he was knocked backwards, before rolling to his paws once more. One of them hurt. Bad. Blazingcomet’s ears went back and he crouched down, trying to keep himself steady without falling due to the slash—which he could see part of, it wasn’t too bad… just really, really painful. “I didn’t want to have to hurt you.” He snapped, before lashing out at the other cat, his expression angry and worried at the same time.
{Blazingcomet and Calixto}

[Ludicrous Lunacy]

Joystrike padded towards the oriental. A grim smile plastered on his face. This tom would not regret hurting any cat one bit. He spent no time to talk, and leapt into the Guard, claws ready to tear and maim. He snarled at Salem, imagining him as his cheating mate. He did not hesitate; every cat was fair game here, Kill or be killed. The tan tabby dove at Salem, aiming for the legs, for he knew that was a crucial weak spot.
(Thanks Stormie!!)

The black tom hissed, half in surprise and the other half in complete fury.
How dare these filthy SkyClan cats attack the Syndicate? The cowards couldn't even fight upfront like their neighbors. Jumping out of the way in the nick of time, legs tucked to his belly, Salem felt a sting as the other tom grazed his hindleg, which he had not pulled away quick enough. Mouse dung.
Tail lashing, he spent hardly a heartbeat to crouch before springing forward,
using all his weight in his lunge while attempting to remain light; he couldn't afford for the cat to sidestep his attack. Lashing out with a clawed paw,
he darted back. Intimidation first. The rooster fight before the clawed one,
and he'd win.

[seasalt]

[ oh no Boreas doesn't like sneaky attacks--] Empress Of Evil
Then, fury raged through her, full out anger, as she swiped through an apprentice, rolling her eyes, a blaze burning through her optics as she stormed through the battle, blood that wasn't hers, tickled down her face, and dipped on her claws. How dare they attack our camp, well...their just stooping to our level eh? The co-commander gave a large scowl to herself. Well then, such a heroic thing to do, attacking a camp, hmm, not that noble, it seemed to the dark tabby she cat. If they stooped to her groups level, then they would play along as well, they were the ruthless Dusk Syndicate. With a small, calm, and cold expression, she watched the battling cats, ears twitching at the rustle of the bushes as she stalked through the battle. Some cat seemed to want to attack her from behind, how interesting. Well, almost that interesting. With adrenaline coursing through her legs, she spun around, a snarl plastered on her face, fury and anger glistening in her eyes as the cat approached her. They, Skyclan, had a reason to attack, she knew that fair and well, yes her cats attacked them, but only because it was in their nature, afterall. Auroraflame eh, and the deputy as well, what I surprise! She thought with a scowl, prepared for whatever the cat wanted to throw at her. This was gonna be an interesting fight.
Or, she would attack first, it was only fair. They attacked her camp, they attacked her cats, and would defend it, or, perhaps get their camp as well? Fair was fair afterall. It was funny really, such a simple thing, and they had to get so angry over it. It was amusing, but this, was annoying, and irritating. Her eyes were blazing with a flame like a wild fire, or perhaps, something icy cold, a blue tint in the yellow depths. Boreas was one for fighting, she was experienced and ready for it, claws digging into the ground, she waited for the first attack, tail lashing, she would be ready, or perhaps, she would do the first one. She wasn't going to let her take her out yet, or at all. She gave a tilt of her head, a grin on her face. "And you are?" She thought sarcastically, she wanted to laugh, but this wasn't the time for cackling at that. Not now anyways. All she gave was a small smirk."Well then, perhaps I should introduce myself as well, it would be rather rude, wouldn't it?"
Boreas gave a chuckle, her smirk turned to a grin on her face, eyes burning coldly. "Or, perhaps you'll learn soon enough, hmm?" Her claws unsheathed as she watched her opponent waiting for her first move. "I have all day..." The dark tabby spoke, a sarcastic tone in her voice, as well as some anger in her voice. This cat would sure have some wounds to think about, and that was what made this exciting.

[goddess of ducks]

Onyx yowled, and laughed as he spoke his last words. "I'll come back.. and I'll win again." he said darkly, and ran off.

Scorchedpetal felt her kit crying, heard her mate begging. She lifted her tail, wiping Cliffheart's eyes. "Shh..." was all se could muster in that moment, and she put enough strength to lift her head and rub her head under his chin, before it fell again. The pain that wracked through her was fading as she became numb. "If I die, know your twin star's in the sky... watching over you. Be strong, both of you, please... He will return..." she said, and cringed in pain. She could feel the pulsing of her heart in near her wounds, blood seeping from them. She didn't know what to say now. She had nothing to say yet again.

"Cliffheart. You are such a wonderful mate... I don't know what I would have done without you in my life..." she said, smiling. "Look at the kits we had, and they love you, a hero to them..." she huffed, and licked Beachkit again as he cried. "Oh, Beachkit. Don't cry..." she cooed softly. "I will always be with you, everytime you sleep, just prey before you rest, and I'll be there..." she said. "Smile before you sleep and your dreams will be ever sweet..." { yes i just did that } she said, and looked up at Cliffheart. "Take care of them... You are all they have... left..." she coughed, more blood seeping from her maw.

"I... love you..." she said, and her tail fell limply over her kit, her eyes fading as they closed, her breathing slowed drastically as she fell unconscious. She could feel her soul separating from her body. She could see her mate and kit crying, and she could see approaching warriors, and she could see the battle fading more and more. She wanted to stay, for them, but she also wanted to leave, for them. She would be a burden to have to take care of, and she didn't want that, but she knew how Cliffheart would end up. So, her spirit stood in the midst of everything, as she looked down at them. Would she leave, or stay?


Cliffheart wasn't ready to let her go, instead he ignored the sweet, loving gesture. He wasn't going to loose her. She couldn't die on him. No, this just wasn't going to happen. How could he go on, knowing that she was dead and the cat who did it was still at large. His hatred for Onyx in this moment was so large, so furious,that Cliffheart didn't know what to do with it. He had never been this loathing of one cat. Onyx was the reason he felt even more ashamed about his leg. He remembered that brief battle he had with the so called 'False King'. It ad been a difficult fight, but this...this was different. He had hurt Scrchedpetal, the only cat who made him want to live in the mornings, the only cat capable of lifting him from his pits of self doubts and despair. Now she was hurt, and Cliffheart didn't know how to stop it. "No..you're going to make it. You will not die and I won't let you! These kits need you. Not me. I haven't been with them enough. It'll be like they have no family. They can't be left like I was, parent less. I won't let that happen, so you have to stay for them, if anything!" He growled now. He was so intent on her not dying,that he was loosing his mind. He didn't notice the blood still covering Beachkit, or that he was even moving. He didn't notice the blood pulsing from her wounds. He didn't notice that she was slipping away till her beautiful gaze rolled away, leaving Cliffheart without the Stars to watch in her gaze.

Beachkit latched on firmly to his mothers fur. Death. Death was never something he had expected to see. He imagined it only a fantasy, a made up thing to keep kits from doing stupid things. Apparently not. Now Scorcedpetal was doing this thing, and all he knew about it was that she wouldn't be able to move, feel,see, hear, or smell anything. She would be like she was asleep. Gone, not to be talked to or loved again. He wouldn't feel the comfort and touch of his mothers tongue as she licked him to sleep, er soft voice comforting him if he got spooked. Well he was spooked now, beyond compare, and he wanted to hear her voice, but she didn't seem to know that. Cliffheart's words echoed in his head. These kits need you. Not me. It'll be like they're parent less. Parent less. The word rang in his ears. Did that mean Cliffheart would die too? No Mom, no Dad, what would happen to him and his siblings then? Scared to death, he pulled away from his mother, who didn't seem to pay attention to him, and buried himself in the soft belly fur of Cliffheart,crying. He couldn't be left alone. He couldn't be taken away by that gray cat. He had to stay with Cliffheart. Scorched told him to be the Twin Star for Dad, so he had to stay with him.




An egyptian mau scanned the battle with no expression on his face. His pale green orbs watched the battle with interest, his head tilted to the side ever so slightly. In his mind, Hades was debating as to whether he should stupidly jump straight into the battle, or strategically choose someone to fight. It wasn't long before he decided that it would be best to go with the second option.
A battle was always so interesting for Hades. He was one of those cats that somehow managed to enjoy the metallic taste that blood gave. However, in the recent moons he hadn't managed to find many targets. But this was the perfect chance for him. Looking around, there were so many options that the fighter could choose. Yet, he wanted to wait and find someone interesting. Finally, his attention was snatched to the sight of a cat with a crippled leg. A sly smile grew on his maw and he started to sneak towards the tom. Hades went unnoticed with everyone busy fightig their own enemies.
About a minute later, he reached the cat. This'll be easy, he thought, nearly letting out a small, dark chuckle. Without wasting another moment, he decided to attack. Hades leapt up and unsheathed his claws, his paws reaching out as he aimed to land on the cat's back.

@Nighty (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=83)




[imma just dupe him xD]
Cliffheart was caught off guard by the cat. The sudden weight of Hades on his back pulled him to the ground. He twisted around, freeing his front paws and swiped up, not even seeing the cat. This was for the Clan. This was for Scorched, for the Littles, for his Clan. The Syndicate had done too much damage in his life, e couldn't handle anymore. He freed his hind paws, still snarling in hatred. He kicked out, trying to force the tom off him, but with his twisted limb, he knew he didn't have all the strength he could have if it was normal like the rest.
[sorry it's short]



@Nighty (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=83)JaxenAmythest @@starfall (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=72)


To be honest, Blazingcomet was not much of a fighter. Fighting? Not his strong suit, especially when it came to fighting so hatefully against others. And now here he was, forced to fight… well… hatefully against everyone else. Poor Blazingcomet. A Dusk Syndicate cat was heading in his direction, and for a moment, the orange tom didn’t realize that they were heading for him. Funny, he wasn’t usually so trusting, but today was different. And today might be the day that would cost him his life. Thankfully, if he were careful, it wouldn’t… he would just have to fight back at all costs. A sharp pain went through his body and he was knocked backwards, before rolling to his paws once more. One of them hurt. Bad. Blazingcomet’s ears went back and he crouched down, trying to keep himself steady without falling due to the slash—which he could see part of, it wasn’t too bad… just really, really painful. “I didn’t want to have to hurt you.” He snapped, before lashing out at the other cat, his expression angry and worried at the same time.
{Blazingcomet and Calixto}

Calixto's fur was bushed out, making him larger than he already was. His long cream fur was bristling along his spine as he snarled at the Skyclan cat. "Didn't want to hurt me eh? Then why are you here?" he hissed. He dodged easily, and came back around, aiming for the shoulder. If he could hit the wound again it would do more damage than other blow, he just had to watch his back. Thankfully though, his fur was thick so it was sort of like a thin armor, but it wouldn't last forever.

[wren]

{ Nighty Empress Of Evil Brooklyn Trees Empress, Brook, mind if i tag ya? heh.... }

She stepped along side the leader, her eyes focused on the border. This is the last time they fought the Syndicate. Or it better be. She felt a growing snarl in her chest, and at the call of Grousestar, she did just that. Attacked. With the ease of her strengthened legs she bolted off into the forest, yowling in a battle cry. She was done with the attacks. She was done since Cliffheart was attacked. Now, it was her turn. She could feel the dirt beneath her unsheathed claws and she had on a angered, battle-ready face. It was time SkyClan proved their place.

She ran into the trees, dodging and passing them, feeling slightly out of breath from the amount of energy she had to use. She was ready. She thought about her kits, her mate, her own life. She thought about Onyx and his little group, and about how they had started this. If he didn't attack, they wouldn't have had this issue. Now she had it out for him and him alone. She was ready to end his life, a thought in her mind thinking if she ended him, she ended it all. So, she scanned, and, she was ready. 3... 2... 1...

~~

{ Raine wanna rp ajax and onyx? }

He was more prepared, as he suspected it, but no one listened, and now, they were unprepared. Not him. e was ready for blood, a malicious smile crossing his maw as his icy blue orbs flickered, hearing the battle cries of the cats, and here he stood, and looked back. "Alright! This is what we trained for!" he called, and looked for Halite, and saw him not. Growling, he then turned to Ajax. He gave him a quick nod before he turned to the approaching clan. "Syndicate! Ready yourselves! SkyClan approaches to end us!" he called over, and then, seeing them, he smiled. "And we will not be beaten! This is where we show them who truly rules these woods!" he yowled, and then bolted off. He was more than ready.

He closed in as they did, and instantly was attacked by a reddish brown molly, her yellow orbs alight with hate. And he knew she knew him. And she did. She pounced on him, grabbing the scruff of his neck, in which he easily threw her down. "Bad move, darling." he said with a breath, and a small laugh. "Perfect for a bad tom, Onyx!" she snapped at him, and again lunged at him, and slammed into his shoulder. Down he went with a laugh. He looked about for his companion. "Oh, darling. Such a shame. You seemed nice, but I'm afraid, in order to save my clan, if you will..." he started, and looked at her, his eyes glowing. "I must end you." and he launched, and the molly was unprepared. The pain, the impact, all of it sent her through the grass, where he then pounced on her, pinning her shoulders to the ground with a snarl. "The king mus protect his kingdom. I do hope you understand." he said, and clawed her neck. She yowled, and mustered the strength to through him off, in which he only rose again and laughed. "You are strong, clan-er." he said, and snarled. "Not strong enough!" and he again launched, and bit her neck, making her yowl. She shouldered him, but as he flew back, he swiped his paw in a last attempt, and was pleased with the outcome. The yowl, then the thud of the molly crumpling to the ground. It was purrfect. "If only you knew..." she choked, blood seeping from the corners of her maw. He smiled menacingly, raising a paw, ready to finish her off.

{ Nighty, what if beach comes in and tries to stop onyx, he tries to steal him, scorched gets enough strength to stop him in which she's struck again, and then yeah... }

~~

{ Skelly }

Smokeykit heard the battle cries from afar and snuck out, and she heard the sounds of fighting, yowling, snarling, growling, gasping, and the chocking, gurgling sounds of it all. Triumphant calls, sorrowful cries. It was too much for her, and the young kit scrambled to find cover- wherever that might be. "Mom!" she called, and suddenly felt something grab her. She yelled, trying to draw attention, and the unknown thing that had grabbed her said nothing until it set her in a small hollow and spoke softly. "Stay here..." said a young male voice, and then she heard running.

~~

Kovu was done with his father's evil ways. He then searched about, and ran to a nearby molly, helping her fend off a fighter. He was a young tom, and was already a fighter, too early for most. But still. "Please, come with me. I know you might not trust me, but there is a kit I placed in a hollow, just a few fox-lengths that way. You must hurry before someone finds her." he said, and dipped his head before he yowled and attacked an incoming fighter.


Yup for sure! I'm just busy with work and a wedding so it was hectic the day you posted this! I'll reply as soon as possible! $

[monfang]

Yup for sure! I'm just busy with work and a wedding so it was hectic the day you posted this! I'll reply as soon as possible! $
{ have ajax intercept onyx on his way to the clearing, he just took a heavy beating from two warriors and his own son rip <3 }

[wren]

{ have ajax intercept onyx on his way to the clearing, he just took a heavy beating from two warriors and his own son rip <3 }


Yup. I can do that. Ajax also has to fight Auoraflame too.

[Starfall]

[I guess I'll just post them all]

Lonestar23
[Rainpebble and Syndrome]

The elder narrowed her eyes and let out a growl, although she wasn't frowning, in fact, she was grinning. She loved this, fighting, helping her clan once more, fighting for what she believes in, she felt young again and she loved it. "Good, because I know I'm not holding back. And don't belittle me just because I'm older, I've survived many more battles than you could imagine." she boasted, her tail flicking back and fourth behind her. Her silver hues blazed with excitement, but they also flickered with menace, she was furious after she found out that some of her clanmates weren't coming back from patrols, and she was furious that she couldn't do anything to stop it, not till now. She had become an elder right before these horrible events took place and it made her vision go blurry with fury. The elder let out a yowl of pain when she felt the toms claws dig into her shoulder, pain she hadn't felt in a good while, it didn't scare her, no, it excited her hunger for battle even more. Instead of pulling back the black spotted molly pushed herself forward, driving the claws deeper into her shoulder, earning the Dusk Syndicate fighter a hiss of pain. She opned her jaw and sunk her teeth into the black toms shoulder and began to claw the bigger Tom with the paw that doesn't have claws digging into the shoulder. She refused to loose, not when her need to fight for her fallen clanmates was so strong, she wouldn't give up, no matter what.

Nighty
[Rainpebble and Singe, this takes place after the battle with Syndrome]

Exhausted and injured, but willful and stubborn, she was still fighting, still kicking. She refused to fall back, no matter how many times the younger warriors hat told her, no matter how many times she got clawed, bitten, and kicked, she was fighting for her fallen clanmates and she planned on going down kicking. She let out a hiss as she was tackled down, her paws flew up in the air. The wind was knocked out of her and she took a second or two to regain steady breathing, her silver orbs wide with slight confusion glittering in them. After she realized what had happened she kicked her attacker off and picked herself up with a huff, her wounds bleeding more profusely now and her breath was shallow and ragged. She gave the former evil leader a grin and stood up straight, looking down her muzzle at the Tom "Well, never thought I'd see your ugly mug again. Are you still angry about the fact that Skyclan kicked your butt? Or did you decide to grow up?" she mocked, wheezing in the middle of the sentence. Her tail lashed behind her and she crouched down, getting ready to fling herself at the brawner Tom.

Jay-Jay
[Sweetpaw and Ginger]

The young Tom let out a gasp and fell on his back with an 'omph'. But before he landed he kicked his attackers stomach and propelled himself down and flung the molly back. His green hues flashed with momentary fear before it was replaced with anger a sense he picked himself up "I won't forgive you, you jerk! This'll teach you to pick the battles you may actually win." he called before flinging himself at the Dusk Syndicate cat, his claws aiming for her shoulders and his fangs aiming for her neck.

Lonestar23
[Rosemary and Sweetpaw]

He was tired and terrified, his fur was matted against his frame due to mud and sweat, lots of sweat, as well as a splash of blood. The ginger Tom was exauseted and accidentally bumped into yet another dusk Syndicate cat, a surprised squeak slipping from his maw. He stumbled backwards and took a few seconds to realize what was happening, his green eyes dull, lifeless almost. He was too tired to think straight and he had lost a fair amount of blood, he was lucky that the molly he fought earlier had spared him. Once he realized what was happening he crouched and let out a growl, his fur fluffed up as much a silver possible with the dried, plastered mud sticking to him.

Nighty
[Amya and Sweetpaw, man, he is just being attacked isn't he XD ]

The young apprentice was running on fumes, multiple injuries, some minor, others....not so good. He was exhausted and really needed to make his way back to camp, but he refused to, he had to make his father proud, his lost mother proud, his siblings, everyone in the clan, proud. He couldn't let his fallen clanmates down and bluntly, he refused to. When tackled he let out a mix between and growl and squeak and quickly pushed her off and picked himself up, used to the suprise attack by now. He had had enough of the fighting, but he refused to stop, no talking was needed. He flung himself at the molly and began to lash out, hoping to hit something solid.

[Will post rest later]

[Empress Of Evil]

The deputy kept her fake face of sweetness on as she listened to the co-commander's words. In her mind, she was really judt concentrating on how rude the she-cat sounded. And Auroraflame, didn't like rude cats. "Well of course it would be rude to not introduce yourself," Auroraflame replied, her voice still dripping with fake sweetness. Her next statement however, made the ebony she-cat's fake smile turn to an menacing smirk. The coldness in her eyes was starting to show through again and the flame was once again ignited. "All day? Well, I guess that's what you could expect from someone who's so fat and lazy," Auroraflame snorted, rolling her icy blue orbs. This she-cat was really getting on her nerves. Her attitude made her want to snap at her. It was rare for the deputy to get to snapping point, but it was always possible. And when she did, you didn't want to be the one of which she was angry at. For that wouldn't be a pretty sight.
The pure black she-cat was wondering when her opponent would make her move. Auroraflame never made the first move, it just wasn't her thing. She preferred to wait for the other cat to start a good fight up, as she was born with defensive instincts, rather than offensive instincts. Judging by the co-commander's look, she was expecting the deputy to make the first move. Well she didn't plan on doing that any day soon. If she had to wait for the whole battle, then so be it. Auroraflame wasn't going to make the first move.
The she-cat dug her claws into the ground as she stared into her opponents hues. Her expression was cold as Auroraflame felt anger bubbling and boiling inside her. The ebony she-cat was pretty sure that the co-commander was thinking that she was fazing her. But she really wasn't fazed. If anything, the dark brown tabby was just driving the anger in her. Making it grow bigger and bigger with every word that she said. Normally, Auroraflame didn't like having the anger build up, but as of the present moment, she did. She was glad that she was making her angry. She knew that eventually she would go over the top and release everything that had been building in her. Then she would lash out and fight. Letting the anger drive her through it all, helping her to survive.
Auroraflame was focusing her gaze on the co-commander, however out the corners of her eyes she was watching in case anyone was planning to ambush her whilst she awaited the move of the she-cat. But soon, she decided not to. Everyone was too busy, but even so, Auroraflame was checking every now and again. You could never ever be too caustious. This was a battle. Everyone was going to be sneaky and do their best to launch an unexpected attack. Even if the deputy had only ever been in a few major battles, she knew enough to keep her safe.

tawny~

The egyptian mau felt a dark smile dancing on his maw as he landed on the cat's back. His smile dropped as the cat started to writh wildly, trying to shake him off. However, no worry crossed over his expressions. More so, it was anger and amusement. It was funny how the cat was weakly trying to get rid of him. How much would it take the abyssinian to know that there was no point. Hades had the upper paw, being larger and uninjured. The fighter's eyes widened as he was nearly flung off for a moment, but he sunk his claws into the cat's back to stop himself from falling off. Perhaps it wasn't the best tactic, but at least it meant he could inflict pain on his opponent.
Carefully, Hades lifted one front paw and started putting a few scratches on the tom's head. They were light ones though, and no blood welled up. Hades decided to just torture his opponent. He was going to go easy on him seeing as he wasn't going to be that hard to beat. This was the excitement and amusement that a battle gave him. It gave the fighter a chance to torture his enemies. He liked knowing that he was inflicting pain on his victims. Wasn't that the point of a fight? To hurt your enemy? Well, even if it wasn't, that certainly was what Hades thought.

Nighty

[Reverie]

(anyone down for war with Decrepitshadow?

[doghouse]

{ kovu is suppose to attack onyx so imma bring him in }
He watched and felt the pang in his heart more. The kit was desperate, almost as if she knew that her mother was going to die, oh but he hoped not. She seemed to beg her mother stay, but as she head her last words, Smokeykit scrambled after her as she walked out of the den, and heart the fighting. "Mama no!" she screamed, and Kovu grabbed her, holding her back. "Let me go!" she cried, trying to fight the grip of the tom. He wanted to run out and tell the fighter to stop, help Lioncry, but that would put Smokeykit, as he heard, in trouble. She finally fell, defeated as she listened helplessly to the yowls, snarls, and growls that came from the fight.

And so did he. He could hear the fight, and he didn't like the sounds. He didn't like any of this. He blamed only one person. His father. His father started the tension and now it was war. Lives were lost left and right, and it was all because of him. Then, Smokeykit gasped, looking forward, and he turned his head, and his ears fell back. "Kovu, wonderful job." the dark laugh of his father echoed through the hollow. "Now, give her to me. I am going to show this SkyClan-ers they have no right-" and he was cut off by his son's lunge, and was unprepared for obvious reasons. "No!" Kovu growled, and the push shot his father back a few paces,

"What the hell are you doing?!" he growled to his son. Kovu took note of the wounds his father had, and thought if he added to them, he might just stop this whole war. Snarling, Kovu stepped infront of the kit, who was now whimpering, pressed against the wall of the hollow. Onyx rushed forward, but with his injuries, it was slower than what he would have done. And Kovu was able to dodge, and attack! He lunged and clawed his father's neck and shoulder, claws ripping into his flesh. Onyx yowled, and stumbled back, and before he had a chance to look uo, he was clawed on the opposite side. This time he fell to the ground, and looked at this son.

"Why are you doing this?" he asked, trying to stand up. "You are my prince, the next heir of the crown!" he yowled, and finally reached his paws. "Not this crown dad..." Kovu said, and lunged again, and clawed Onyx, but this time Onyx landed a hit to his stomach, and he yowled as he fell to the ground infront of the kit. He quickly stood up, and as the ebony tom rose to his feet, he looked at Kovu, then he ran out the den, too weak to risk another blow. With a breath of relief, he licked the kits head, to soothe her, calm her nerves, and it was working.
Mirage poked her small brown and white tabby face out of the den where she slept. She was about four moons old now, and as the screeching started, the timid and shy cat had hidden. And then she saw a tom and a gray she-cat with sleek fur and green eyes, hiding back. Then she saw Onyx, and he and the tom were fighting. Mirage flinched, watching with wide blue-green hues. The small she-cat stared at them fight, guessing that Onyx would win. She had heard stories of Onyx, and seen him now and then, but was terrified of him. Just as her brother, Zodiac scared her, but only be because he couldn't feel pain, which Mirage found odd. Sometimes she wondered if he wasn't just lying and he could, but she didn't think he was. Nobody could fake the inability to feel pain that well. At least, she was pretty sure no one could, but then again, Mirage could be wrong.

She watched, surprised that the russet tom and won and not the large black tom. At that moment, Mirage saw her chance, because the white fights, Angel and the golden stranger had moved and gave her a clear Plath! Without hesitation, she bolted, nearly bumping in to the gray kit, who was only a little older than she was, and was likely a Trainee, since Trainees started at about four moons. Mirage was still a kit because she was so small and timid, and she wanted to put it off as long as she could. She didn't want to hurt other cats.

Peering up at the cats, she took a step back. “You're fighting the Syndicate?” she asked quietly, tilting her head. She hated fighting, but when adult cats were around, she acted tough so they wouldn't kill her for being weak. She hated seeing other cats get hurt, and Mirage didn't want to fight. She took a hesitant step back, lifting one paw and shaking it, as she realized that she had stepped in blood, and the white fur that made up her lower half was splattered with it. Disgusted, the molly shook herself, crimson droplets rolling off her pelt like grains of sand.

[monfang]

Mirage poked her small brown and white tabby face out of the den where she slept. She was about four moons old now, and as the screeching started, the timid and shy cat had hidden. And then she saw a tom and a gray she-cat with sleek fur and green eyes, hiding back. Then she saw Onyx, and he and the tom were fighting. Mirage flinched, watching with wide blue-green hues. The small she-cat stared at them fight, guessing that Onyx would win. She had heard stories of Onyx, and seen him now and then, but was terrified of him. Just as her brother, Zodiac scared her, but only be because he couldn't feel pain, which Mirage found odd. Sometimes she wondered if he wasn't just lying and he could, but she didn't think he was. Nobody could fake the inability to feel pain that well. At least, she was pretty sure no one could, but then again, Mirage could be wrong.

She watched, surprised that the russet tom and won and not the large black tom. At that moment, Mirage saw her chance, because the white fights, Angel and the golden stranger had moved and gave her a clear Plath! Without hesitation, she bolted, nearly bumping in to the gray kit, who was only a little older than she was, and was likely a Trainee, since Trainees started at about four moons. Mirage was still a kit because she was so small and timid, and she wanted to put it off as long as she could. She didn't want to hurt other cats.

Peering up at the cats, she took a step back. “You're fighting the Syndicate?” she asked quietly, tilting her head. She hated fighting, but when adult cats were around, she acted tough so they wouldn't kill her for being weak. She hated seeing other cats get hurt, and Mirage didn't want to fight. She took a hesitant step back, lifting one paw and shaking it, as she realized that she had stepped in blood, and the white fur that made up her lower half was splattered with it. Disgusted, the molly shook herself, crimson droplets rolling off her pelt like grains of sand.
Kovu stepped back as the molly asked him the question, and he stood infront of the kit, snarling, baring his fangs. "Mirage! What are you doing out here!" he snarled, his green eyes flashing. He knew she was timid, which he was thankful for, and then, suddenly, the grey kit slowly padded closer to the other. "Smokey..!" he whispered hoarsely, watching. "She's... okay... We can trust her. She;s more afraid of you then you are of her." she said. He was flustered. How did she know he was afraid? How could she tell she was afraid. He tilted his head. "And you know this how?" he asked.

"Because I can sense emotions..." she said, and she 'looked' at the molly. "You aren't like the others. You don't have the murderous thoughts..." she said, and then, she heard a yowl that sent fear. "No! Mama!" she cried, and instantly Kovu grabbed the scruff of a now flailing kit. "Smokey! You have stay!" he said, voice muffled.

"I can;t let her die! She's hurt!" she cried.

[Gusty]

[open. god i should really make a thread in rping resources, ive been so bad lately]

Halite trudged out into the border; his eyes were narrowed into slits of blue. How dare the SkyClanners attack. How dare they provoke something against his band of cats. Those disgusting, loathsome, horrible clanners.

The SkyClan commander unsheathed his claws. Oh, I knew this was going to happen soon, didn't I. In the back of my mind, it was a small quivering thought. Ever since that quarrel with Grousestar, tensions have risen tremendously. I should have alerted the Syndicate. If I had called up a meeting, then they would at least be more prepared... I have a lot to learn, don't I? He shook his head from side to side. Well, there's no use now. Just full-blown attack. We need to fight, for the honor and value of our Syndicate. We need to hold strong. We have to be merciless towards our enemies and do whatever it takes to win the battle.

He wanted to say all this aloud, to reassure his Syndicate and boost their spirits, but no sound came out of his mouth. And anyways, it was too late. The adrenaline in him had spiked so high, it was beginning to make his logic and sense fuzzy. All he wanted to do was claw off the fur and skin of his enemies. Burst and break every bone in their bodies. Cleanse his hatred and rage with satisfaction of killing.

Yes. Fight. That's what he had to do now. The petit gray tom leaped into the heart of the situation. Because that's what we have to do.

[Brilliance]

Alabasterpaw glanced around. There was one cat she was looking for... and it was time to end this once and for all. No one would notice. No one would care. It was a battle, after all-- who would see her fighting him in the midst of all this? And then he would be dead. No more drama... oh sure, she would have lost her sister's love, but she was pretty sure that was already long gone. Besides! She'd have an excuse to get out of this sorry Clan. It was really sickening. Once again, Alabasterpaw's hues scanned the area. Pretty soon? It would all be over. Pretty soon? Things were going to get very, very ugly. She didn't care whether Bluepaw would prefer her to quicken things up or not. That wasn't her style. This would be very, very slow... she'd probably just let him bleed out. The more pain, the better... Alabasterpaw was a twisted feline. What had happened to her? No one knew. Even she wasn't quite sure why she loved the thought of this so much, but perhaps it was the knowledge she had nothing else stable in her life. Her heartbreaking experiences and her murderous heart, those were the two things that kept her going. Poor Alabasterpaw. It might be beneficial to look at things from her angle. She was a bad cat, but she'd had troubles in her life that were only dreamt of by others. And, the white feline dropped back, keeping a careful lookout for the tom she hated so much.
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"Wow." Azulpaw muttered to himself. "I can't believe I'm actually in a battle." He mused, Slightly scared, and certainly not. He looked ahead at the other cats and contemplated who he was to fight against. Who he were to hurt until he sent the running back home. Never to kill. It wasn't part of the warrior code. The grey tom ran around the field, taking note of every other cat. He wondered if Asterpaw was fighting. And, if she were; who was she fighting with? Was she winning the battle? Now, he started to become worried. What if she wasn't winning the battle? What would the grey tom do then? There were too many cats around him to take notice of her, so he tried his best to scent her out.

Then, another thought popped into his mind. Silverpaw. Was she in battle? The tom lowly growled to himself, hoping that she had stayed back. The small silver Bengal had no need to fight. Her snarky attitude, yet sweet persona should be enough to keep her around. To keep her alive. Azulpaw told her repeatedly that she wasn't coming even though she was more excited about it then he were. Which was wired considering she was the type to like all pretty and innocent things.

Then, his kind travelled towards Bluepaw. Was the piebald tom fighting? Of course. Probably he was. Bluepaw wouldn't miss an important battle. The tom liked to believe that he was to die a hero, and even if he didn't die, then he would be able to live and tell the story. Azulpaw was still not on good terms with the feline, but he sought him out anyway. "Hm." He tried to look over the other cats, but everyone was getting in the way. Azulpaw lowly growled to himself, "idiotic, fox-brains." He murmured, not only talking about the Dusk syndicate cats but as well insulting his own clan.

Ah, Susk syndicate. Azulpaw never thought it would end up to here. A battle between Skyclan and the Dusk Syndicate. They were enemies. Natural ones, wanting to tear each other's pelts off. As a Skyclan cat, it was natural for Azulpaw to dislike them. Then again, Azulpaw disliked everyone when first meeting them, so that was nothing new. As his eyes scanned the field once more, landing on thousands of cats and different fur patterns, his stomach knotted up at seeing the one she cat that turned his world upside down. There, she prowled around in her white glory. For a second, Azulpaw only watched her, glued to his spot. As if rocks were weighing the tom down. His breathing started to quicken, but she wouldn't hurt him during battle, would she? They were on the same team. The same clan. It would be impossible for her to hurt him. Who would want to hurt their clan mates? Then again, this was Alabasterpaw. The very she cat that enjoyed seeing her own sister--her own family in pain.

Azulpaw rapidly turned his head towards the field, hoping to blend in with the crowd and avoid running into her.

[Ashley/Kestrel]

(I can RP with Vixencloud if u want owo)
Sure!)

[doghouse]

Kovu stepped back as the molly asked him the question, and he stood infront of the kit, snarling, baring his fangs. "Mirage! What are you doing out here!" he snarled, his green eyes flashing. He knew she was timid, which he was thankful for, and then, suddenly, the grey kit slowly padded closer to the other. "Smokey..!" he whispered hoarsely, watching. "She's... okay... We can trust her. She;s more afraid of you then you are of her." she said. He was flustered. How did she know he was afraid? How could she tell she was afraid. He tilted his head. "And you know this how?" he asked.

"Because I can sense emotions..." she said, and she 'looked' at the molly. "You aren't like the others. You don't have the murderous thoughts..." she said, and then, she heard a yowl that sent fear. "No! Mama!" she cried, and instantly Kovu grabbed the scruff of a now flailing kit. "Smokey! You have stay!" he said, voice muffled.

"I can;t let her die! She's hurt!" she cried.
Mirage took a step back. She opened her mouth to respond, then flashed the strange kit a grateful glance and sort of his behind Smokeykit, trembling. She flattened her brown tabby ears and shuffled her small, neat paws. She studied the strange kit, instantly recognizing SkyClan's scent, she took a pace away, her eyes wide. She wasn't sure what a SkyClan cat so young was doing here, in battle, and thought that perhaps the Clans were roughing than the stories said. She'd heard that Clans were a bunch of soft kittypets. Mirage sifted, steeling her courage. “Are you a SkyClan trainee?” she asked, directing her question solely at Smokeykit, because she knew that Kovu was a Dusk Syndicate fighter.

Mirage looked confused, and wasn't at all sure how to respond to this. Then she watched the slightly older cat, realization hitting her. This cat had a mother in the fight! Honestly, Mirage was a bit scared of her mother, but she could understand the older she-cat's concern well enough. She wasn't sure that any of her family had joined the fight, although she guessed that they had. But she wasn't concerned. Hades and Illusion were both good fighters, so she knew that chances were, they would both be just fine.

“Your mother's in that battle?” Mirage asked, shuddering slightly.

[wickedvirtues]

Sure!)

(KK, I have to do it tomorrow though)

[NightWarrior4Life]

Duskflight
Aria searched around frantically for a member of the syndicate to fight alongside. After narrowly escaping the claws of a SkyClan warrior, much larger than she, Aria was in need of a helping paw. Finally, amongst the chaos and turmoil of the bloody battle, the black she-cat spotted a cat whom she had only ever glimpsed...Hannibal, a valuable member of the Dusk Syndicate. Hannibal was tall, dark and handsome as well as incredibly strong. Don't be a mouse-brain, he won't want to be with a she-cat like you.

After many moments of thought, Aria approached Hannibal. He was about to race off to another SkyClan cat when she called to him "Hannibal! Wait!" Her blue eyes tinted slightly purple with the blood trickling down her forehead and into her sapphire orbs. Her breathing was heavy and it felt as though some large force was pushing into her chest, flattening her lungs so she couldn't catch her breath. No, I will survive this battle and I will do what I must!

[wickedvirtues]

Ashley/Kestrel

I can RP whenever you're ready.

[Ludicrous Lunacy]

[ Duskflight ]

This battle was a chaotic mess.
Not a single thing was in order; cats were simply doing what they liked how they liked. The flame-point cat had even seen, as she stood trying to calculate the outcome of the battle, a Syndicate cat turning against another Syndicate cat--It's only a matter of time before our warriors do that, too, she thought darkly, at this point hunting for an opponent. The warrior, Flamingsnow, had yet to redden her claws with Syndicate blood and was beginning to get aggravated. After a brief scan of the battlefield, she noted a grey tom; larger than herself and enormously unafraid, she wondered if he was pulling a charade of some sort. Probably best not to cross his path... Though Flaming was hardly a foxlength or so away, she turned quickly, searching for some less intimidating cat. She knew she wouldn't win a fight with him.

[Mystery]

Well, I found I had a very old, never-used before skyclan cat! This post is short because im lonely im not roleplaying w/ anyone.
(open)

Shadejaw charged, a booming growl emerging from the toms throat. His claws extended as he skidded across the dirt and launched towards his closest enemy.

[Panic]

Aquarius hurled herself into the battle, her gray fur on end and a crooked smile on her face. She lurched forward, glaring around with her icy blue eyes for someone to fight. This was her time. Maybe she could finally advance in the ranks; become a fighter instead of a hunter. This was it, this was finally it. She snarled, longing for the familiar splash of blood on her tongue. She yearned for the metallic tang and the crimson skies, and would do anything to rise up in the ranks of the Syndicate, even at the cost of someone else's life.

(Someone feel free to join!!)

{sorry if someone else responded, i didn't see one }
Pigeonfeather unsheathed her claws and leaped into the fray. We have to teach the Syndicate a lesson! She lept towards a grey cat, aiming to catch her by surprise.

[lone]

The white feline caught sight of movement somewhere across the field. Running away? Alright. I'll play your little hide and seek game. Baring her fangs, she darted towards him. This was going to be it. The Dusk Syndicate cats fighting her clanmates around her hardly bothered her; she was filled with so much hatred that she could barely see anything else. With a powerful leap, she aimed to pin the tom down, or slash her claws across his back-- either one would work. Either way she would hopefully disable him... for the moment... and would be able to end this. Hopefully Bluepaw wouldn't stop by. Or Asterpaw, or that little silver cat... what was her name, Silverpaw? I'd hate to have to kill anyone else. Technically that wasn't true, after all, she didn't mind killing. For fun, really. To be honest, she didn't have a valid reason for killing the grey tom, other then the fact he was a jerk.
　
Someone that didn't deserve to be alive. Someone who should have been dead a long, long time ago, and someone that she hoped would never return, because after all, she'd heard of cats coming back from the dead. Cats who weren't leaders. It was strange, and Alabasterpaw didn't understand it. She'd misjudged her jump. Landing right beside him instead, and her expression contorted with anger. "Trying to crawl away like the little worm you are, darling?" She asked, her expression dangerous and angry. "Trying to escape me, handsome? Well guess what. No matter where you are... how fast you run... you're never going to get away from me until I'm satisfied. Understand?" The white feline asked, before lashing out with a paw. She'd been sharpening her claws. Not that they really needed it... they were already like tiny daggers, piercing through and torturing those she despised.
　
So far she hadn't been involved in another fight. But she was ready. Ready for this to be over so her sister would just go ahead and keep her promise, and then she would disappear. Into thin air as she always did. There was no way that Alabasterpaw could be blamed for anything because, after all, she was the most innocent appearing cat of all! Getting bored with playing, just moments later after lashing out, she did so again, aiming to pin him to the ground. And then? Her game would begin. The real game.

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Rosemary felt something bump into her from behind. And, she actually began to laugh. And then to laugh harder. Did this tiny cat really believe that he was going to be able to beat her? That he could even dream of hurting her? Throwing her head back, a louder screech of laughter left the she cat's maw. So far she was unscathed. And this cat? This cat looked as though they were about to collapse. "It's a shame such a handsome little cat has to die." Her voice was pleasant, and sweet, as though it had suddenly turned into an angelic harp. Then her hues narrowed dangerously and she lashed out. Rosemary was a unique cat. A dangerous cat. A deadly cat. A cat that was to be watched out for, because... after all... a deadly murderess was hardly the time of cat that you would want to meet at night. She would kill if she had to. She would kill even if she didn't have to. Because Rosemary? She loved the sport of the kill.
Syndrome's hues opened in surprise. This wasn't exactly how it went. And then, he felt pain shoot through his shoulder. Before he could even react, a yowl was already emitting from his maw. This old cat would have been dead long ago had she been a part of the Syndicate. And Syndrome was furious with himself, just the fact that he was, in fact... getting hurt by an older cat. It was humiliating. Ripping his claws out of her shoulder, and feeling a burning sensation ripple down his leg, he did something resembling a small jump as he slashed the claws on his good paw across her face. There! That would definitely prove that he was stronger then this idiot. Though his expression rarely changed, rather then the occasional surprise or worry, his eyes were now gleaming with pleasure and excitement. So this old cat thought her stupid Clan was going to beat them? Thought that she was going to be able to win against some of the best cats in moons, did she? Feeling a wonderful sensation of pleasure that seemed to numb the pain in his shoulder, Syndrome had already returned to a standing position and was now attempting to claw at her one good shoulder. He was bleeding from claw marks, mainly toward the front of his body, but he refused to back down. This was war. And, if it didn't end soon? Well, he knew the Dusk Syndicate cats could only keep fighting for so long.
for starfall
　
Blazingcomet moved out of the way, but still could feel the tom's claws just barely brush against his shoulder. Though it was nothing serious, it sent a fiery feeling rippling down his leg and he angrily gritted his teeth. "I'm here for my Clan. And we don't want to fight if we don't have to. It's your fault that we're here, you and your little Syndicate friends. So get out now before I do have to hurt you." The time for talk could be over. Perhaps it was time that he try and hurt this cat. But he didn't want to, he didn't want to have to fight... there was always a risk that one of them would end up dead. Better the other cat then him, he supposed, but he would have to live with the knowledge that he'd killed another cat. Blazingcomet lashed out quicker this time, aiming to catch the tom across the face. Those types of blows normally hurt more... they were more effective, at any rate. Perhaps this could work. Perhaps he could really get out of this without either one getting too hurt.
for Nighty

[Aquarius]

{sorry if someone else responded, i didn't see one }
Pigeonfeather unsheathed her claws and leaped into the fray. We have to teach the Syndicate a lesson! She lept towards a grey cat, aiming to catch her by surprise.

Aquarius heard the cat's pawsteps and turned around right in time as the Skyclan cat leapt toward her. She snarled and rolled over, out of the way, hopping back on her paws. The she-cat's mottled gray tail flicked ominously and a crooked smile was plastered on her face. "Nice try, Skyclan filth," she rasped, her voice still gravelly from the night before. She unsheathed her claws and flung herself at her opponent, hissing and spitting in joyous rage.

[lone]

Rosemary felt something bump into her from behind. And, she actually began to laugh. And then to laugh harder. Did this tiny cat really believe that he was going to be able to beat her? That he could even dream of hurting her? Throwing her head back, a louder screech of laughter left the she cat's maw. So far she was unscathed. And this cat? This cat looked as though they were about to collapse. "It's a shame such a handsome little cat has to die." Her voice was pleasant, and sweet, as though it had suddenly turned into an angelic harp. Then her hues narrowed dangerously and she lashed out. Rosemary was a unique cat. A dangerous cat. A deadly cat. A cat that was to be watched out for, because... after all... a deadly murderess was hardly the time of cat that you would want to meet at night. She would kill if she had to. She would kill even if she didn't have to. Because Rosemary? She loved the sport of the kill.

Syndrome's hues opened in surprise. This wasn't exactly how it went. And then, he felt pain shoot through his shoulder. Before he could even react, a yowl was already emitting from his maw. This old cat would have been dead long ago had she been a part of the Syndicate. And Syndrome was furious with himself, just the fact that he was, in fact... getting hurt by an older cat. It was humiliating. Ripping his claws out of her shoulder, and feeling a burning sensation ripple down his leg, he did something resembling a small jump as he slashed the claws on his good paw across her face. There! That would definitely prove that he was stronger then this idiot. Though his expression rarely changed, rather then the occasional surprise or worry, his eyes were now gleaming with pleasure and excitement. So this old cat thought her stupid Clan was going to beat them? Thought that she was going to be able to win against some of the best cats in moons, did she? Feeling a wonderful sensation of pleasure that seemed to numb the pain in his shoulder, Syndrome had already returned to a standing position and was now attempting to claw at her one good shoulder. He was bleeding from claw marks, mainly toward the front of his body, but he refused to back down. This was war. And, if it didn't end soon? Well, he knew the Dusk Syndicate cats could only keep fighting for so long.
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Blazingcomet moved out of the way, but still could feel the tom's claws just barely brush against his shoulder. Though it was nothing serious, it sent a fiery feeling rippling down his leg and he angrily gritted his teeth. "I'm here for my Clan. And we don't want to fight if we don't have to. It's your fault that we're here, you and your little Syndicate friends. So get out now before I do have to hurt you." The time for talk could be over. Perhaps it was time that he try and hurt this cat. But he didn't want to, he didn't want to have to fight... there was always a risk that one of them would end up dead. Better the other cat then him, he supposed, but he would have to live with the knowledge that he'd killed another cat. Blazingcomet lashed out quicker this time, aiming to catch the tom across the face. Those types of blows normally hurt more... they were more effective, at any rate. Perhaps this could work. Perhaps he could really get out of this without either one getting too hurt.
@Nighty (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=83)

[Ashley/Kestrel]

Littlewing shook, twisting as a cat slammed into her. She fell back, regaining her blance before the cat ripped her ear. Her last battle was when she was an apprentice. Moving, Littlewing hissed. Sagemist tought me well, I can do this! She thought. The she cat moved, moving her paws as she tried to claw the cat's side.

At the impact of the slam, she was dazed slightly, hobbling on her feet as she felt the burning trail of claws etching their way into her side. The bobtail's breath fell from her parted maw, eyes wide as she stumbled slightly as she regained her balance. Aurora's gaze narrowed, and she quickly dropped herself low to the ground, aiming to kick one of Littlewing's arms out from under her.

[judas]

At the impact of the slam, she was dazed slightly, hobbling on her feet as she felt the burning trail of claws etching their way into her side. The bobtail's breath fell from her parted maw, eyes wide as she stumbled slightly as she regained her balance. Aurora's gaze narrowed, and she quickly dropped herself low to the ground, aiming to kick one of Littlewing's arms out from under her.
Littlewing fell forward, kicking her back legs at the cat. She couldn't give up so fast. Her extra weight made her movements sloppy, but she bounced up. She clawed at the cat's face more.

[Brilliance]

The white feline caught sight of movement somewhere across the field. Running away? Alright. I'll play your little hide and seek game. Baring her fangs, she darted towards him. This was going to be it. The Dusk Syndicate cats fighting her clanmates around her hardly bothered her; she was filled with so much hatred that she could barely see anything else. With a powerful leap, she aimed to pin the tom down, or slash her claws across his back-- either one would work. Either way she would hopefully disable him... for the moment... and would be able to end this. Hopefully Bluepaw wouldn't stop by. Or Asterpaw, or that little silver cat... what was her name, Silverpaw? I'd hate to have to kill anyone else. Technically that wasn't true, after all, she didn't mind killing. For fun, really. To be honest, she didn't have a valid reason for killing the grey tom, other then the fact he was a jerk.
　
Someone that didn't deserve to be alive. Someone who should have been dead a long, long time ago, and someone that she hoped would never return, because after all, she'd heard of cats coming back from the dead. Cats who weren't leaders. It was strange, and Alabasterpaw didn't understand it. She'd misjudged her jump. Landing right beside him instead, and her expression contorted with anger. "Trying to crawl away like the little worm you are, darling?" She asked, her expression dangerous and angry. "Trying to escape me, handsome? Well guess what. No matter where you are... how fast you run... you're never going to get away from me until I'm satisfied. Understand?" The white feline asked, before lashing out with a paw. She'd been sharpening her claws. Not that they really needed it... they were already like tiny daggers, piercing through and torturing those she despised.
　
So far she hadn't been involved in another fight. But she was ready. Ready for this to be over so her sister would just go ahead and keep her promise, and then she would disappear. Into thin air as she always did. There was no way that Alabasterpaw could be blamed for anything because, after all, she was the most innocent appearing cat of all! Getting bored with playing, just moments later after lashing out, she did so again, aiming to pin him to the ground. And then? Her game would begin. The real game.

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Azulpaw thought he managed to get away as he trotted faster than he ever did in his life. His main focus was looking for enemy cats to fight, not his own clan. He avoided Alabasterpaw's gaze, but winced once he felt something sharp slash him in his back. The tom let out a yowl, and whipped around to see the white demon that plagued his dreams. He quickly slouched to the side as she landed near him, spitting her words of venom.

Azulpaw rasped, ''Don't you have anything better to do!'' He shouted at her, batting her with his claws close to her face. Why couldn't she ever leave him alone? What did she get a kick out of when hurting him? Azulpaw didn't understand what made her so bloodthirsty, but he couldn't focus on that now. They were in the midst of a battle, and that was the main focus. However, if Alabasterpaw wished to get his attention. Alright, the tom thought, she's going to get all the attention.

Not the good type of attention. Not in the least likable manner. She wanted to fight, Azulpaw would fight. He would not give up until his pelt was lying on the ground, draining blood. Asterpaw wanted him to fight whenever Alabasterpaw attacked. Asterpaw would had wanted him to not succumbed to her wills because she was weak. A weak, manipulative feline that deserved to be put in the ground...if he were that lucky.

Though Azulpaw wasn't the type to kill any cat. He would only hurt her enough to make her realize that...evil never prosper. Azulpaw looked down at her, allowing her words to sink in. He leaned down, their noses only centimeters apart. ''I'm not scared of you, sweetheart.'' He said, trying to believe the words himself. He was quite frightened of her. The fact that he lived in the same clan as a cat that wanted him dead. It was never a good thought, and every night as he slept in the apprentices' den, he was afraid that she might strike. ''Understand that you are finished with getting whatever you want.'' He whispered, lowly, softly to her. When she lashed out with her paw, Azulpaw quickly pulled his head away from her, feeling a trickle of blood run down his nose. He licked around his jaw, tasting the familiar crimson liquid.

Azulpaw backed away from the white demon, and turned around quickly before she could get up. He used his hindpaws to kick up dirt to ruin her bouncy fur, and dodge her vision. He then ran. He didn't want to fight Alabasterpaw. What would Asterpaw think? He couldn't hurt her sister, no matter how much he wished he could. One thing was keeping him from doing so, and that was the blue feline. As long as he kept the fight between them light, and ran away from her, wouldn't everything be good? Yes, of course. It would be perfect.

[Panic]

Aquarius heard the cat's pawsteps and turned around right in time as the Skyclan cat leapt toward her. She snarled and rolled over, out of the way, hopping back on her paws. The she-cat's mottled gray tail flicked ominously and a crooked smile was plastered on her face. "Nice try, Skyclan filth," she rasped, her voice still gravelly from the night before. She unsheathed her claws and flung herself at her opponent, hissing and spitting in joyous rage.

"Skyclan filth? You're the filthy one, bothering others for no reason!" She lept at her enemy, claws extending towards her foe's underbelly, ducking to strike her.

[Aquarius]

"Skyclan filth? You're the filthy one, bothering others for no reason!" She lept at her enemy, claws extending towards her foe's underbelly, ducking to strike her.

Aquarius snarled. "Shut the hell up, Clan cat," she growled, attempting to duck out of the way of her opponent. Being the slightest bit off, the SkyClan cat's claws caught the side of her flank and blood sprayed into scarlet drops onto the ground. The rogue's eyes glittered an icy blue, all signs of her cruel joy gone. Now it was just malice. "You think you're so superior!" Screeched Aquarius, flinging herself at the warrior and pushing her down, digging her long claws into her shoulders.

[monfang]

Cliffheart wasn't ready to let her go, instead he ignored the sweet, loving gesture. He wasn't going to loose her. She couldn't die on him. No, this just wasn't going to happen. How could he go on, knowing that she was dead and the cat who did it was still at large. His hatred for Onyx in this moment was so large, so furious,that Cliffheart didn't know what to do with it. He had never been this loathing of one cat. Onyx was the reason he felt even more ashamed about his leg. He remembered that brief battle he had with the so called 'False King'. It ad been a difficult fight, but this...this was different. He had hurt Scrchedpetal, the only cat who made him want to live in the mornings, the only cat capable of lifting him from his pits of self doubts and despair. Now she was hurt, and Cliffheart didn't know how to stop it. "No..you're going to make it. You will not die and I won't let you! These kits need you. Not me. I haven't been with them enough. It'll be like they have no family. They can't be left like I was, parent less. I won't let that happen, so you have to stay for them, if anything!" He growled now. He was so intent on her not dying,that he was loosing his mind. He didn't notice the blood still covering Beachkit, or that he was even moving. He didn't notice the blood pulsing from her wounds. He didn't notice that she was slipping away till her beautiful gaze rolled away, leaving Cliffheart without the Stars to watch in her gaze.

Beachkit latched on firmly to his mothers fur. Death. Death was never something he had expected to see. He imagined it only a fantasy, a made up thing to keep kits from doing stupid things. Apparently not. Now Scorcedpetal was doing this thing, and all he knew about it was that she wouldn't be able to move, feel,see, hear, or smell anything. She would be like she was asleep. Gone, not to be talked to or loved again. He wouldn't feel the comfort and touch of his mothers tongue as she licked him to sleep, er soft voice comforting him if he got spooked. Well he was spooked now, beyond compare, and he wanted to hear her voice, but she didn't seem to know that. Cliffheart's words echoed in his head. These kits need you. Not me. It'll be like they're parent less. Parent less. The word rang in his ears. Did that mean Cliffheart would die too? No Mom, no Dad, what would happen to him and his siblings then? Scared to death, he pulled away from his mother, who didn't seem to pay attention to him, and buried himself in the soft belly fur of Cliffheart,crying. He couldn't be left alone. He couldn't be taken away by that gray cat. He had to stay with Cliffheart. Scorched told him to be the Twin Star for Dad, so he had to stay with him.





[imma just dupe him xD]
Cliffheart was caught off guard by the cat. The sudden weight of Hades on his back pulled him to the ground. He twisted around, freeing his front paws and swiped up, not even seeing the cat. This was for the Clan. This was for Scorched, for the Littles, for his Clan. The Syndicate had done too much damage in his life, e couldn't handle anymore. He freed his hind paws, still snarling in hatred. He kicked out, trying to force the tom off him, but with his twisted limb, he knew he didn't have all the strength he could have if it was normal like the rest.
[sorry it's short]





Calixto's fur was bushed out, making him larger than he already was. His long cream fur was bristling along his spine as he snarled at the Skyclan cat. "Didn't want to hurt me eh? Then why are you here?" he hissed. He dodged easily, and came back around, aiming for the shoulder. If he could hit the wound again it would do more damage than other blow, he just had to watch his back. Thankfully though, his fur was thick so it was sort of like a thin armor, but it wouldn't last forever.

{ I NEVER SAW THIS </3 }
Scorched watched as she saw Cliffheart fighting, and she gasped. She had to get up, to help him, to help them! What if Hades killed Cliffheart and went for Beachkit! She loved them, but she didn't want to see them in StarClan yet. She had to do something. And she made her final decision. She was staying with her family. Her eyes weakly opened slightly as she looked at the battle, and she pulled Beachkit closer, but that was all she could do, before the world went black. This time, there were no stars, no pain, no noises, no waking up. No dream. Just blackness and silence. She didn't know if she was going to die, if her mate or her son were going to die, but she knew one thing. If she didn't pull through, none of them would. The battle needs to end soon, they needed to win, to beat them before it was too late for the three.

[lone]

"Oh no? If you aren't scared of me, darling, then why did you run away? Are you really that cowardly that you're afraid to fight me?"
Alabasterpaw asked, her tone light and airy, as though the way that she hurt him was nothing more then a game to her. Wasn't that all life and death was? A game? A fight to stay alive, and a fight to kill? It was a kill-or-be-killed situation. World, even. No one just allowed each other to stay alive. Not if they were in different Clans. Or if there was some type of... hatred between them. And yet, not once had he tried to kill her. Why is that? The thought was frustrating. She wanted a fight. Some sport. But at the same time, it was easier if no one fought back. Perhaps he was just an easy target. Or, he was at least the only cat who had ever disliked her. Ever. Even Bluepaw, whom she had so cruelly treated, still tolerated her.
　
Which was nice. She liked being tolerated. His next words made her laugh. Her? Through with getting whatever she wanted? There was no way that would happen. "Darling. I always get what I want. If I want your attention, I'm going to get it-- or make everyone else think I have it. If I don't get it? No one else does. Think what you want, love... but it's either you give me your attention or you're dead." Her own face had the lightest cut on it; nothing serious, of course, Alabasterpaw seemed to always escape serious injury. She was similar to a snake in that sense. And in others... but that was one of the most similar ones. Of course she could be seriously injured, but it hadn't happened to her yet. This was her second battle. And she'd slipped away from the first one too, as a young apprentice... Asterpaw had been more interested in the fighting at the time.
　
"My sister is not the little angel you think she is. She's not this perfect cat surrounded by a glowing white light. She's not that nice. She's not that good of a cat at all. She doesn't care, no matter what she says... do you understand that? She'll pretend to care and then one day just walk away.She's not pretty, she's not popular, she's not-- well, me. And yet you choose her?"

Alabasterpaw shook her head. "Worst decision of your life." Her expression twisted into an angry snarl and she lashed out with a paw, getting ready to pin him down once more. But he was off. Darting away like a scared rabbit. Sighing, Alabasterpaw chased after him once more. This time? She wasn't going to miss. This time? She would meet her mark, and in a matter of moments, her troubles would be over. If she didn't get the attention then no one else would.
　
If she didn't get the attention, then she would make sure that they never got to give attention to anyone else either. Again Alabasterpaw leapt through the air, this time hoping that her mark was more centered. If it was? She would probably knock him over. Hide and seek was over... looks like it was time to play her game. Even if he did squirm away like a worm, she would still have messed him up enough to the point where, by then, it would be the game of the hunter and the prey. The cat and the mouse. He'd miraculously escaped death every other time. This time? She was not going to play around as much... this time, she would make sure he was hurt and would wait until he was actually dead before walking away. There was no way she was going to let her sister scare her off again. If it didn't work this time? It would be way, way too risky to try striking again.

@Noire (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=2209)

[Panic]

Aquarius snarled. "Shut the hell up, Clan cat," she growled, attempting to duck out of the way of her opponent. Being the slightest bit off, the SkyClan cat's claws caught the side of her flank and blood sprayed into scarlet drops onto the ground. The rogue's eyes glittered an icy blue, all signs of her cruel joy gone. Now it was just malice. "You think you're so superior!" Screeched Aquarius, flinging herself at the warrior and pushing her down, digging her long claws into her shoulders.

She yowled as Aquarius dug her claws in. "You think you're so important!" She kicked up, aiming to knock the she-cat off of her and hopefully stun her.

[ChameweonRainbow]

The three-legged tom named Neverfalter saw the battle raging and his pelt seemed to crawl with dread. He knew that the battle between his home clan and the syndicate would only end in pools of blood. There never was a winner or a loser in war, only survivors and the dead. But even as his heart pounded in fear Neverfalter could not sit idly by and watch his clan put their lives and future at risk. "NO, not this time," He thought. His blood began to boil with a determination and anger he had never felt before and with a snarl, he bounded down the rocky hillside and into the fray. His claws out and ready to fight, the tom pushed back his fear and promised himself that should he die on this battlefield, he would die knowing he had finally acted not cowardly and afraid of bloodshed, but as a WARRIOR.

[wickedvirtues]

The three-legged tom named Neverfalter saw the battle raging and his pelt seemed to crawl with dread. He knew that the battle between his home clan and the syndicate would only end in pools of blood. There never was a winner or a loser in war, only survivors and the dead. But even as his heart pounded in fear Neverfalter could not sit idly by and watch his clan put their lives and future at risk. "NO, not this time," He thought. His blood began to boil with a determination and anger he had never felt before and with a snarl, he bounded down the rocky hillside and into the fray. His claws out and ready to fight, the tom pushed back his fear and promised himself that should he die on this battlefield, he would die knowing he had finally acted not cowardly and afraid of bloodshed, but as a WARRIOR.


Cloud glanced at the SkyClan cats, wanting to sink her claws into one. She stalked through the crowd, her already scarred pelt blending in with the others. She hissed as a Syndicate member fell to the ground, and she kept walking. She saw a cat with three legs, a smile forming on her maw. Perfect! She thought, she was still not as strong as she'd like to be from her kits vast energy, but she could take him. She planned her strategy, nodding to herself. She rushed at the cat, her ears pinned back and her claws out, a bloodthirsty look in her eyes. I'll defend the Syndicate and my kits with my LIFE she thought as she ran towards the tom.

[ChameweonRainbow]

Cloud glanced at the SkyClan cats, wanting to sink her claws into one. She stalked through the crowd, her already scarred pelt blending in with the others. She hissed as a Syndicate member fell to the ground, and she kept walking. She saw a cat with three legs, a smile forming on her maw. Perfect! She thought, she was still not as strong as she'd like to be from her kits vast energy, but she could take him. She planned her strategy, nodding to herself. She rushed at the cat, her ears pinned back and her claws out, a bloodthirsty look in her eyes. I'll defend the Syndicate and my kits with my LIFE she thought as she ran towards the tom.

Neverfalter was snapped out of his moment of courage as he saw a scarred she-cat running at him with claws glinting and a look of murder on her face. He tried to skid to the side to avoid the angry cat, but cursed his darn missing leg to be a burden now, as he lost his footing and went into a tumble straight towards the syndicate cat.

[wickedvirtues]

Neverfalter was snapped out of his moment of courage as he saw a scarred she-cat running at him with claws glinting and a look of murder on her face. He tried to skid to the side to avoid the angry cat, but cursed his darn missing leg to be a burden now, as he lost his footing and went into a tumble straight towards the syndicate cat.

Cloud was taken aback by him stumbling straight towards her, but took the chance. She lashed out with her paw and did a Front Paw Strike (Frontal attack. Slice downward with your front paw at the face or body of your opponent. I have a battle moves list open because I don't wanna just say 'clawed his muzzle'.) She was satisfied as a small amount of blood leaking from his fur. She was surprised, however, how it made her feel a bit more tired than it normally did. Kit effect. It'll wear off by the time I attack again. She thought, this had happened when she was still nursing her kits when they were smaller.

[ChameweonRainbow]

Cloud was taken aback by him stumbling straight towards her, but took the chance. She lashed out with her paw and did a Front Paw Strike (Frontal attack. Slice downward with your front paw at the face or body of your opponent. I have a battle moves list open because I don't wanna just say 'clawed his muzzle'.) She was satisfied as a small amount of blood leaking from his fur. She was surprised, however, how it made her feel a bit more tired than it normally did. Kit effect. It'll wear off by the time I attack again. She thought, this had happened when she was still nursing her kits when they were smaller.

Pain flared across his face as the she-cat's claws raked across his muzzle. Blood trickled down his face and the sharp metallic scent of his own blood swarmed his senses causing him to feel nauseous. Swallowing back bile he scrambled back to his paws and gave his best growl at the syndicate cat. "I.. I'm gonna fight you!" He said, the pathetic attempt at a growl sounding more like it was meant to convince himself rather than be an aggressive taunt. Steeling his nerves as best he could; Neverfalter went for a Teeth Grip aiming at the she-cat's shoulder.

[Aquarius]

She yowled as Aquarius dug her claws in. "You think you're so important!" She kicked up, aiming to knock the she-cat off of her and hopefully stun her.

With a huff, Aquarius tumbled into the bushes behind her, desperately heaving herself back to her paws. She was fully awake now. Carefully she narrowed her eyes, backing into the bushes, so the she-cat couldn't see her. Not this time, Skyclanner, she thought in her head. This time you don't have the upper paw.

[wickedvirtues]

Pain flared across his face as the she-cat's claws raked across his muzzle. Blood trickled down his face and the sharp metallic scent of his own blood swarmed his senses causing him to feel nauseous. Swallowing back bile he scrambled back to his paws and gave his best growl at the syndicate cat. "I.. I'm gonna fight you!" He said, the pathetic attempt at a growl sounding more like it was meant to convince himself rather than be an aggressive taunt. Steeling his nerves as best he could; Neverfalter went for a Teeth Grip aiming at the she-cat's shoulder.


Cloud hissed as his teeth sank into her shoulder, the metallic scent of blood now coming from her. She tried to shake him off, her fur bloodied as she panted. She thought of what to do, her shoulder ached with pain but she still fought the tom. She felt the pain slowly ebb away from the wound, though it still pained her as she did a Tail Yank on him, his balance being off would give the injured cat an advantage. The blood still trickled from her shoulder, and her biggest threat was possible infection. She couldn't think about that now, it'd be fine for the amount of time it took to fight the tom. He's stronger than I thought she admitted to herself, though not out loud.

[731]

Empress Of Evil

Blackthorn observed the others with attention, the battle is something terrible, blood running in the ground, desesperated faces, it's just chaos, but, he hesitated to be agitated at this time, the young warrior, hided in the shadows, waiting for something to attack, the first cat that he heard, had a strange scent of blood, he leapt to the dark brown tom, fearless.

[seasalt]

The deputy kept her fake face of sweetness on as she listened to the co-commander's words. In her mind, she was really concentrating on how rude the she-cat sounded. And Auroraflame, didn't like rude cats. "Well of course it would be rude to not introduce yourself," Auroraflame replied, her voice still dripping with fake sweetness. Her next statement however, made the ebony she-cat's fake smile turn to an menacing smirk. The coldness in her eyes was starting to show through again and the flame was once again ignited. "All day? Well, I guess that's what you could expect from someone who's so fat and lazy," Auroraflame snorted, rolling her icy blue orbs. This she-cat was really getting on her nerves. Her attitude made her want to snap at her. It was rare for the deputy to get to snapping point, but it was always possible. And when she did, you didn't want to be the one of which she was angry at. For that wouldn't be a pretty sight.
The pure black she-cat was wondering when her opponent would make her move. Auroraflame never made the first move, it just wasn't her thing. She preferred to wait for the other cat to start a good fight up, as she was born with defensive instincts, rather than offensive instincts. Judging by the co-commander's look, she was expecting the deputy to make the first move. Well she didn't plan on doing that any day soon. If she had to wait for the whole battle, then so be it. Auroraflame wasn't going to make the first move.
The she-cat dug her claws into the ground as she stared into her opponents hues. Her expression was cold as Auroraflame felt anger bubbling and boiling inside her. The ebony she-cat was pretty sure that the co-commander was thinking that she was fazing her. But she really wasn't fazed. If anything, the dark brown tabby was just driving the anger in her. Making it grow bigger and bigger with every word that she said. Normally, Auroraflame didn't like having the anger build up, but as of the present moment, she did. She was glad that she was making her angry. She knew that eventually she would go over the top and release everything that had been building in her. Then she would lash out and fight. Letting the anger drive her through it all, helping her to survive.
Auroraflame was focusing her gaze on the co-commander, however out the corners of her eyes she was watching in case anyone was planning to ambush her whilst she awaited the move of the she-cat. But soon, she decided not to. Everyone was too busy, but even so, Auroraflame was checking every now and again. You could never ever be too cautious. This was a battle. Everyone was going to be sneaky and do their best to launch an unexpected attack. Even if the deputy had only ever been in a few major battles, she knew enough to keep her safe.

tawny~


"Well then...its rather the opposite than you expect, sweetie.." She chuckled, eyes gleaming with amusement, tail thrashing as she spoke, what an amusing cat. Auroraflame seemed to be enjoying herself, as Boreas had observed. Scratch that, she knew she was annoyed, and that was a good thing, and her politeness was a sweet treat, too. Well, for Boreas, it was. Why? She didn't have to explain herself, it was just a good thing, annoyed cats were the best to bug, and the best to defeat, for her. And easily angered cats were another good thing to toy with, they made the battle worth it, and quite amusing, to say the least, and she knew by the way her optics gleamed she was quite angry. "Let me properly introduce myself dear..." The large tabby spoke, a glint of interest sparking out from her optics, grin plastered on her muzzle, her ears twitching as she watched the pure black cat. Boreas knew just what she would do, tail lashing in excitement at her organized plan.
But, first, she would do what she promised, or told her she would do, haha, what an interesting thing, this plan was. "The name is Boreas, and we're going to have a pretty fun time, aren't we, hmm?" Quite fun, to toy with her, but this was taking too long, she wasn't going to wait for the clan cat to make the first move, she was growing too impatient for that. It was time to do it. At first, Boreas looked as if she was going to walk away, to get at one of the cat's clanmates instead. Ha, how confused the deputy would be, and she slowly walked away, ever so slowly. She was doing this while the deputy was checking for any cat trying to get at her, so she wouldn't she it happen. What a such good plan, this was.
But, the co-commander, gave a grin, looked toward the deputy, and suddenly spun around, leaped forward, and scouring her claws right across the deputies muzzle, with perhaps, surprising speed. Surprise is ones greatest advantage, that was what Boreas had, and that made a little tint of satisfaction go through her veins. It was rather good to feel, and that was what Boreas had wanted to do in the first place. Surprise her, somehow get her off her paws, and finish the job, a good, simple plan, which was good for Boreas, which wanted to do something...ruthless, but for the clan cats, she'd do it simple. Simple, and sweet, Boreas's too favorite things when doing kills on clan cats, but she honestly preferred more brutal methods. Hopefully this cat complied with her, instead of struggling like some cats, or she'd give it a brutal twist, at the end. Yes, Boreas intended to kill, she wasn't going to play all nice.

[Empress Of Evil]

The ebony feline could feel her eyes boring into the eyes of the co-commander. It wasn't long before her eyes starting dropping ever sos lightly, getting rather bored that no one was doing anything. However, once the large tabby spoke, the bombay felt her eyes widening back to attention. Auroraflame was prettyy sure that the she-cat was probably planning something on the inside. The deputy didn't ever underestimate anyone. She especially knew not to trust a Dusk Syndicate cat. They were sneaky cats and they were probably always planning something.
"Boreas eh? What an....exotic name," Auroraflame remarked. Did she really mean it? Well, she wasn't quite sure about that. The ebony she-cat found the name rather strange to be honest. Exotic might not be the word she wanted to use, but it was better than nothing. Wouldn't want to hurt anyones feelings after all. "Oh why of course we're going to have a fun time. Who doesn't love a good old battle now and again," Auroraflame said snidely. This she-cat made excitement bubble in her. The ebony deputy felt like snarling and sneering. It wasn't very often that the she-cat felt like mocking someone. But, it was a change and the co-commander was amusing her if anything.
The deputy watched with interest as the co-commander started walking away. Her guard never dropped though. Auroraflame never let down her defenses until she knew that she was definitely safe. And considering that she didn't trust Boreas, she wasn't letting down her guard any time soon.
A moment later, a hiss escaped Auroraflame's mouth as she shot back, narrowly missing a blow to her muzzle. Despite her quick moving, the deputy had felt the tabby's claws brushing her black fur. It had been a close call. "Impressive," Auroraflame smirked after regaining herself quickly. The deputy hadn't quite been expecting that, but she had managed. Defensive instincts, one of the most useful things that Auroraflame had. Now all she had to think about, was whether she should attack, or just continue to defend herself against every move that Boreas made. Perhaps she should just continue to defend herself, but the disadvantage with that would be that she had greater chances of losing to the she-cat. But if she attacked, many things could go wrong too.
Finally, Auroraflame came to a decision. She would attack, and defend herself whenever needed. I don't think we're going to be playing nice today, Auroradlame thought, her eyes narrowing. Her icy blue gaze bored into the co-commander's hues before she suddenly leapt forward. Her claws outstretched and aiming for the tabby's shoulders. If she was going to attack she might as well had something to cling on to. And perhaps she could put some dent into those shoulders as well.

tawny~

Sparta whipped around as a tom leapt towards him. How funny, Sparta thought, his amber eyes unfazed as he moved, sending slashes. "You SkyClan brats are hilarious," the tom sneered, chuckling darkly as he continue to swipe harshly. "You think you're going to win. Let me tell you something. You're not!" Sparta hissed and he flung himself at the tom.

[Short x.x]

Immacat

[Brilliance]

"Oh no? If you aren't scared of me, darling, then why did you run away? Are you really that cowardly that you're afraid to fight me?"
Alabasterpaw asked, her tone light and airy, as though the way that she hurt him was nothing more then a game to her. Wasn't that all life and death was? A game? A fight to stay alive, and a fight to kill? It was a kill-or-be-killed situation. World, even. No one just allowed each other to stay alive. Not if they were in different Clans. Or if there was some type of... hatred between them. And yet, not once had he tried to kill her. Why is that? The thought was frustrating. She wanted a fight. Some sport. But at the same time, it was easier if no one fought back. Perhaps he was just an easy target. Or, he was at least the only cat who had ever disliked her. Ever. Even Bluepaw, whom she had so cruelly treated, still tolerated her.
　
Which was nice. She liked being tolerated. His next words made her laugh. Her? Through with getting whatever she wanted? There was no way that would happen. "Darling. I always get what I want. If I want your attention, I'm going to get it-- or make everyone else think I have it. If I don't get it? No one else does. Think what you want, love... but it's either you give me your attention or you're dead." Her own face had the lightest cut on it; nothing serious, of course, Alabasterpaw seemed to always escape serious injury. She was similar to a snake in that sense. And in others... but that was one of the most similar ones. Of course she could be seriously injured, but it hadn't happened to her yet. This was her second battle. And she'd slipped away from the first one too, as a young apprentice... Asterpaw had been more interested in the fighting at the time.
　
"My sister is not the little angel you think she is. She's not this perfect cat surrounded by a glowing white light. She's not that nice. She's not that good of a cat at all. She doesn't care, no matter what she says... do you understand that? She'll pretend to care and then one day just walk away.She's not pretty, she's not popular, she's not-- well, me. And yet you choose her?"

Alabasterpaw shook her head. "Worst decision of your life." Her expression twisted into an angry snarl and she lashed out with a paw, getting ready to pin him down once more. But he was off. Darting away like a scared rabbit. Sighing, Alabasterpaw chased after him once more. This time? She wasn't going to miss. This time? She would meet her mark, and in a matter of moments, her troubles would be over. If she didn't get the attention then no one else would.
　
If she didn't get the attention, then she would make sure that they never got to give attention to anyone else either. Again Alabasterpaw leapt through the air, this time hoping that her mark was more centered. If it was? She would probably knock him over. Hide and seek was over... looks like it was time to play her game. Even if he did squirm away like a worm, she would still have messed him up enough to the point where, by then, it would be the game of the hunter and the prey. The cat and the mouse. He'd miraculously escaped death every other time. This time? She was not going to play around as much... this time, she would make sure he was hurt and would wait until he was actually dead before walking away. There was no way she was going to let her sister scare her off again. If it didn't work this time? It would be way, way too risky to try striking again.

@Noire (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=2209)



Azulpaw ran around, dodging the other cats as he made his way further from the battle field. He couldn't allow himself to fight the twisted white feline. Even if she hated his guts, for whatever reason, he couldn't bring himself to hurt her. Truthfully, he thought they carried potential. Though not in the loving manner. More in a friendly manner of getting along. But, she became demented in his book, and he was afraid for her. His life. And, the others he loved.

He appreciated the fact that she was after him instead of Asterpaw or Silverpaw. He would never want to see those two hurt. Especially from the unclean claws of Alabasterpaw. Another thing the tom knew was that he couldn't run forever. Running was a coward's move, but the best move he could think of to protect himself, and... questioningly, Alabasterpaw. Why would he want to protect a feline that wanted him for dead? Alabasterpaw was right. He couldn't find himself running forever, and he had told her he wasn't scared of her.

''I will not allow you the satisfaction to believe that you won anything!'' He called back to her, trying to run and avoid obstacles as much as possible, but she had caught up to him, and the tom looked back once.

Biggest mistake of his life.

Possibly, meeting her was the biggest mistake in his life. Even though she were the first to walk up to them. Then again, would he not have met Asterpaw if it weren't for the two playing with them? The grey tom let out a heavy sigh, not noticing that his speeding lessened. He was quite confused with the decisions he had made throughout the moons, and growing older was not helping it. He would be a warrior soon! An actual warrior! It would be intolerable for him to run away during a battle. Now, if he were fighting someone else, then he wouldn't run away. This cat, however, was not someone else. She was a clan mate. And, she was the half-sister of the she cat he came to adore apart of his life.

The tom felt a force of impact push him down, and he tumbled around with the source that managed to pin him down. He let out a powerful yowl, and fought back as much as possible, baring his teeth and slashing back at it. Then, he opened his eyes, seeing the white fur, and familiar evil stare of the white demon. He growled, ''You're not worth it. Not worth anything.'' He panted, staring at her through half-lidded eyes. He was quite tired, but refused to give up. Giving her what she wanted was the real coward's move. In order to cheat death this time without the help of the blue feline, he had to play by smarts and not actions. He had to outsmart the she cat above him. But, how was he suppose to manage that?

Think that she won...maybe it would work. Azulpaw didn't know what to do yet, and he struggled under her, his back felt like it was on fire, skidding across the dirt ground. To add in humor for his pain, he commented, ''I believe you have everything switched around. Asterpaw isn't perfect, you're right, but I don't care that she's not perfect. She's not trying to kill me every chance she gets you tormented fox-brained idiot!'' He seethed at her, lashing out with a paw again.

Then, he allowed his shoulders to sink, and he remained calm, breathing slowly. ''Do what you must, but you and I both know that the crime you're about to commit is not worth the stress, but if you get a thrill out of it...go ahead. Kill me.'' He challenged, staring daggers at her. Was she brave enough to continue through her act? What the tom was doing was a careless one, but smarts would be the only thing to save him. And, smarts was what he depended on alone.

[lone]

Azulpaw ran around, dodging the other cats as he made his way further from the battle field. He couldn't allow himself to fight the twisted white feline. Even if she hated his guts, for whatever reason, he couldn't bring himself to hurt her. Truthfully, he thought they carried potential. Though not in the loving manner. More in a friendly manner of getting along. But, she became demented in his book, and he was afraid for her. His life. And, the others he loved.

He appreciated the fact that she was after him instead of Asterpaw or Silverpaw. He would never want to see those two hurt. Especially from the unclean claws of Alabasterpaw. Another thing the tom knew was that he couldn't run forever. Running was a coward's move, but the best move he could think of to protect himself, and... questioningly, Alabasterpaw. Why would he want to protect a feline that wanted him for dead? Alabasterpaw was right. He couldn't find himself running forever, and he had told her he wasn't scared of her.

''I will not allow you the satisfaction to believe that you won anything!'' He called back to her, trying to run and avoid obstacles as much as possible, but she had caught up to him, and the tom looked back once.

Biggest mistake of his life.

Possibly, meeting her was the biggest mistake in his life. Even though she were the first to walk up to them. Then again, would he not have met Asterpaw if it weren't for the two playing with them? The grey tom let out a heavy sigh, not noticing that his speeding lessened. He was quite confused with the decisions he had made throughout the moons, and growing older was not helping it. He would be a warrior soon! An actual warrior! It would be intolerable for him to run away during a battle. Now, if he were fighting someone else, then he wouldn't run away. This cat, however, was not someone else. She was a clan mate. And, she was the half-sister of the she cat he came to adore apart of his life.

The tom felt a force of impact push him down, and he tumbled around with the source that managed to pin him down. He let out a powerful yowl, and fought back as much as possible, baring his teeth and slashing back at it. Then, he opened his eyes, seeing the white fur, and familiar evil stare of the white demon. He growled, ''You're not worth it. Not worth anything.'' He panted, staring at her through half-lidded eyes. He was quite tired, but refused to give up. Giving her what she wanted was the real coward's move. In order to cheat death this time without the help of the blue feline, he had to play by smarts and not actions. He had to outsmart the she cat above him. But, how was he suppose to manage that?

Think that she won...maybe it would work. Azulpaw didn't know what to do yet, and he struggled under her, his back felt like it was on fire, skidding across the dirt ground. To add in humor for his pain, he commented, ''I believe you have everything switched around. Asterpaw isn't perfect, you're right, but I don't care that she's not perfect. She's not trying to kill me every chance she gets you tormented fox-brained idiot!'' He seethed at her, lashing out with a paw again.

Then, he allowed his shoulders to sink, and he remained calm, breathing slowly. ''Do what you must, but you and I both know that the crime you're about to commit is not worth the stress, but if you get a thrill out of it...go ahead. Kill me.'' He challenged, staring daggers at her. Was she brave enough to continue through her act? What the tom was doing was a careless one, but smarts would be the only thing to save him. And, smarts was what he depended on alone.


Alabasterpaw was furious. Seriously? He was going to go with her, still? Looks like it's time to bring out her little scarred past. Such a shame-- I'm sure he had no idea about this. "Oh? So you don't care that she parades around like an angel, pretending to be better then me? You don't care that she attacked me when we were younger because I decided to have some fun? You don't care that she drove away the last tom who cared about her-- oh my mistake, she drove both of them away. You don't care that one day, you're going to end up just like them... alone and watching her flirt with the next cat that walks by? I used to think she was no flirt... believe me, she's my sister, I thought I knew her better. But I was wrong. Don't make the same mistake I did." And now it was beginning to sound like she was actually caring.
　
Knowing Alabasterpaw? There was something sneaky going on here, definitely. She was playing her mind game. Trying to twist the truth. Trying to make it sound like Asterpaw was wrong. He's really challenging me now? She thought, chuckling. This was the wrong time. Looks like he was just making mistake after mistake... he was going to die. And she knew it. Finally her time had come... her sister was nowhere around... she couldn't save him now. "Looks like your sweetheart isn't here to save you. Pity." Her expression contorted again, and she kept him carefully pinned with one paw while digging her claws into his side and ripping them horizontally. After doing this she dragged him over towards a tree and pushed him into it. Why wouldn't he just lay down and die? "Get up." She waited a second before forcefully pulling him upwards and pushing him into the tree again. On the side she had earlier clawed.
　
"I said GET UP!!" Her voice was loud and obnoxious, but she didn't care. She hated everything about him. He'd had his chance. A chance to be with her. But no-- he was throwing it away for her sister. Well, now he wouldn't ever get to see her sister again. Until she ended up in StarClan from a broken heart. Looks like Alabasterpaw was, once again, getting what she wanted. Both cats dead. What a surprise. She stopped slamming him into the tree after a moment and stood there, glaring at him in a frustrated manner. "Why don't you just die already? How hard can you be to kill?" She growled, her expression annoyed. Yes. How hard could one cat be to kill. And yet, either Alabasterpaw was incompetent or this cat had some sort of power. She wasn't quite sure if she wanted to let him live-- make him beg for his life, watch him have to submit to her and admit she was the best.
　
Too bad no one would be there to witness her victory. Oh well. She'd brag about it later. Or, she could have him beg and then kill him anyways. Either way would work. But perhaps she'd done enough damage. Alabasterpaw pressed down on his throat, keeping her claws sheathed this time, and waited to see how much damage there was-- or if she needed to do more before she was satisfied.

[goddess of ducks]

Mercury saw a young SkyClan cat, and guessed that they were a SkyClan trainee, about her own age. She studied their stocky build, so different from her own, lean and lithe build. She spotted her brother and father, fighting it out, a kit hiding behind Kovu, and grinned broadly before turning back to the stocky she-cat. The cat was stocky, yes, but smaller than Mercury, and Mercury was a well muscled and fairly large cat, a mix of both her mother and her father. In a flash of silvery fur, she leaped forwards, swerving sideways of the she-cat's blind and reckless lunge, aiming to score her claws down the cat's side, although she knew her aim was off just a bit, and guessed that she would probably either miss or only get fur. Mercury's green hues were cold and almost emotionless, as they always were when she fought, or killed, for that matter.
Chirppaw swerved, but not fast enough to get completely free. She felt some of her long bushy fur tear away, ripping from her frame. She growled, not because she was angry at the cat, but because her fur was messed up. She really wanted to fix it, but if she stopped now, it would be going against everything Auroraflame had taught her about battle. Stopping now would result in the end of her. She hissed at the other she cat, warm honey brown eyes narrowed into slits. "You'll pay for that." She hissed, her voice low. She knew it was a petty thing to be fighting for in all this, but she liked looking beautiful, and now that there was a good chunk of fur missing off her side, that wasn't exactly perfect enough for her. In anger, she lashed out, her aim more in point this time. She hadn't done much battle training yet so she knew she was going to get lucky blows, if any.


[I guess I'll just post them all]
Nighty
[Rainpebble and Singe, this takes place after the battle with Syndrome]

Exhausted and injured, but willful and stubborn, she was still fighting, still kicking. She refused to fall back, no matter how many times the younger warriors hat told her, no matter how many times she got clawed, bitten, and kicked, she was fighting for her fallen clanmates and she planned on going down kicking. She let out a hiss as she was tackled down, her paws flew up in the air. The wind was knocked out of her and she took a second or two to regain steady breathing, her silver orbs wide with slight confusion glittering in them. After she realized what had happened she kicked her attacker off and picked herself up with a huff, her wounds bleeding more profusely now and her breath was shallow and ragged. She gave the former evil leader a grin and stood up straight, looking down her muzzle at the Tom "Well, never thought I'd see your ugly mug again. Are you still angry about the fact that Skyclan kicked your butt? Or did you decide to grow up?" she mocked, wheezing in the middle of the sentence. Her tail lashed behind her and she crouched down, getting ready to fling herself at the brawner Tom.


Nighty
[Amya and Sweetpaw, man, he is just being attacked isn't he XD ]

The young apprentice was running on fumes, multiple injuries, some minor, others....not so good. He was exhausted and really needed to make his way back to camp, but he refused to, he had to make his father proud, his lost mother proud, his siblings, everyone in the clan, proud. He couldn't let his fallen clanmates down and bluntly, he refused to. When tackled he let out a mix between and growl and squeak and quickly pushed her off and picked himself up, used to the suprise attack by now. He had had enough of the fighting, but he refused to stop, no talking was needed. He flung himself at the molly and began to lash out, hoping to hit something solid.




Singe smiled as he tackled her. The sweet taste of revenge truly was as good as every cat said it was. The words angered the ex-leader and he spat in her face. "That was once. I am different now. Who knows maybe living here was better for me anyways, when there's more than a fourth of the Clan following in my beliefs, but an entire pack here stands with me. Your kind are not welcome in my home. So I suggest you leave before you regret it." He hissed, digging his claw into her shoulder, twisting it ever so slightly.



Amya was hissing wildly at the Skyclan cat. Her shoulder was torn, blood oozing slowly from the open sore. It burned like a million flames, and the pain was wrecking havoc in the area. The pain was intense, as the cat who had inflicted it on her had inserted claws and twisted, which had torn some of the muscles inside. The other cat though looked pretty well beaten up, which in her case was good. Ajax had done well in training her, but she was only eight moons. She didn't know everything, so she would adapt and cope with it. Taking the offensive, she jumped forwards, claws outstretched. There was no real form to her moves, but in her ways of doing it, the less form there was the less predictable she would be. And random moves and actions could save her hide.



The egyptian mau felt a dark smile dancing on his maw as he landed on the cat's back. His smile dropped as the cat started to writh wildly, trying to shake him off. However, no worry crossed over his expressions. More so, it was anger and amusement. It was funny how the cat was weakly trying to get rid of him. How much would it take the abyssinian to know that there was no point. Hades had the upper paw, being larger and uninjured. The fighter's eyes widened as he was nearly flung off for a moment, but he sunk his claws into the cat's back to stop himself from falling off. Perhaps it wasn't the best tactic, but at least it meant he could inflict pain on his opponent.
Carefully, Hades lifted one front paw and started putting a few scratches on the tom's head. They were light ones though, and no blood welled up. Hades decided to just torture his opponent. He was going to go easy on him seeing as he wasn't going to be that hard to beat. This was the excitement and amusement that a battle gave him. It gave the fighter a chance to torture his enemies. He liked knowing that he was inflicting pain on his victims. Wasn't that the point of a fight? To hurt your enemy? Well, even if it wasn't, that certainly was what Hades thought.

Nighty


[my poor cliff bab xD]
Cliffheart gasped as the claws dug into his back. Sure his fur was dense and durable, but it wasn't enough to keep out the claws of another cat. He yowled furiously and thought quick, panic rising in him. The feeling of the claws gently scraping his head, nagging at the thin fur that was tugging away. He was breathing heavier now, panting. A thought hit him, but he knew it would hurt...a lot. The claws lodged in his back were pricking at his nerves, causing waves of pain to wash over him. In one sudden motion, he jerked to the side, letting Hades claws rip out of his flesh. He was blinded by the pain it caused him, and he felt the blood dripping along his flanks. He rolled, dirt caking the wounds now. He rolled to his paws and sprang up, unsteady as the pain was still burning, and his hind leg still weak. He hissed. He didn't care if that wasn't what the tom was expecting from him. Cliffheart knew that he was often seen as weaker in battles, because his twisted limb obviously indicated that. But Coiffheart loved to prove his worth, that he wasn't limited by his leg. Sure it was hurting after that roll. Ebonypaw had warned him that since he had ruptured the ligament there, it would be easier for it to happen again, and he was afraid that that barrel roll could have done something to it. He pushed it away though, he blocked out the pain. He narrowed his pale green hues and hissed wildly at the tom cat before springing at him, claws unsheathed and swiping for any sort of contact with him.



Well, I found I had a very old, never-used before skyclan cat! This post is short because im lonely im not roleplaying w/ anyone.
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Shadejaw charged, a booming growl emerging from the toms throat. His claws extended as he skidded across the dirt and launched towards his closest enemy.

[idk if anyone else responded to you but...]
Amya was intercepted. Her shoulder was bleeding profusely now. The young trainee of eight moons was caught in the crosshairs of another Skyclan cat. She felt claws tear at her flank, and she yowled in shock as the two cats went rolling to the ground. Kicking and swiping with her paws she struggled to break away.



{ I NEVER SAW THIS </3 }
Scorched watched as she saw Cliffheart fighting, and she gasped. She had to get up, to help him, to help them! What if Hades killed Cliffheart and went for Beachkit! She loved them, but she didn't want to see them in StarClan yet. She had to do something. And she made her final decision. She was staying with her family. Her eyes weakly opened slightly as she looked at the battle, and she pulled Beachkit closer, but that was all she could do, before the world went black. This time, there were no stars, no pain, no noises, no waking up. No dream. Just blackness and silence. She didn't know if she was going to die, if her mate or her son were going to die, but she knew one thing. If she didn't pull through, none of them would. The battle needs to end soon, they needed to win, to beat them before it was too late for the three.

Beachkit was left, crying silently by his presumed lay dead mother. How could he loose her? He could loose her. She was his mom, and now she was hurt, and he was hurt, and Dad...wait, where did he go? The little Abyssinian looked around, pale blue gray kit eyes looking around wildly. Oh there he was, just getting claws raked through his back. No biggie. Of course it was more than a big deal! That cat looked just as mean as the one that had hurt Mommy. Now Daddy was getting hurt too! Would this be the day he and Redkit and Strikerkit, and Sagekit would become orphans? He had seen several kits in the nursery who said that they were adopted. He had even asked one and they had said their parents had died. He didn't want to be adopted! He didn't have any other family that he knew of, except Auntie Aurora, but she was kinda busy being deputy and all. A sudden movement startled him from his thoughts though. It was Scorched's paws pulling him closer. "Mommy!" He squealed, excited that she wasn't dead after all. Then she stopped moving again and that momentary happiness evaporated just as quick as it started.

[731]

Empress Of Evil

Blackthorn ignored the tom's sneers, when Sparta gives some swipes, he avoided some attacks, even so, he stayed with wound on him, when Sparta flung himself at Blackthorn, the siamese cat deviated, it was when Blackthorn dug his claws in the fighter, he tried to immobilize, standing over, and biting the fighter's neck.

(No problem with short posts, sometimes it's necessary)

[goddess of ducks]

Blazingcomet moved out of the way, but still could feel the tom's claws just barely brush against his shoulder. Though it was nothing serious, it sent a fiery feeling rippling down his leg and he angrily gritted his teeth. "I'm here for my Clan. And we don't want to fight if we don't have to. It's your fault that we're here, you and your little Syndicate friends. So get out now before I do have to hurt you." The time for talk could be over. Perhaps it was time that he try and hurt this cat. But he didn't want to, he didn't want to have to fight... there was always a risk that one of them would end up dead. Better the other cat then him, he supposed, but he would have to live with the knowledge that he'd killed another cat. Blazingcomet lashed out quicker this time, aiming to catch the tom across the face. Those types of blows normally hurt more... they were more effective, at any rate. Perhaps this could work. Perhaps he could really get out of this without either one getting too hurt.
for Nighty
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Calixto wasn't exactly expecting the blow to the face, expecting that a cat with that much hate towards the Syndicate, would aim for his throat. So he raised his paws to block his throat, and the claws raked across his face, down his left eye and over the bridge of his nose. Now, the claws had missed his eye, and they weren't too deep, but he could feel the fiery burn if it. He knew that it hurt. And he knew he was going to do worse for the other tom. He wasn't going to argue with him. Talking was for fighting kits who threw petty insults back at each other. Sure he liked to hear himself talk, but this cat needed to go. He lashed out, aiming for the chest, hoping for a fatal blow. He had never managed to kill a cat before, but if Skyclan felt so inclined to surprise them with an attack, the Calixto would do what he needed.

[Brilliance]

Alabasterpaw was furious. Seriously? He was going to go with her, still? Looks like it's time to bring out her little scarred past. Such a shame-- I'm sure he had no idea about this. "Oh? So you don't care that she parades around like an angel, pretending to be better then me? You don't care that she attacked me when we were younger because I decided to have some fun? You don't care that she drove away the last tom who cared about her-- oh my mistake, she drove both of them away. You don't care that one day, you're going to end up just like them... alone and watching her flirt with the next cat that walks by? I used to think she was no flirt... believe me, she's my sister, I thought I knew her better. But I was wrong. Don't make the same mistake I did." And now it was beginning to sound like she was actually caring.
　
Knowing Alabasterpaw? There was something sneaky going on here, definitely. She was playing her mind game. Trying to twist the truth. Trying to make it sound like Asterpaw was wrong. He's really challenging me now? She thought, chuckling. This was the wrong time. Looks like he was just making mistake after mistake... he was going to die. And she knew it. Finally her time had come... her sister was nowhere around... she couldn't save him now. "Looks like your sweetheart isn't here to save you. Pity." Her expression contorted again, and she kept him carefully pinned with one paw while digging her claws into his side and ripping them horizontally. After doing this she dragged him over towards a tree and pushed him into it. Why wouldn't he just lay down and die? "Get up." She waited a second before forcefully pulling him upwards and pushing him into the tree again. On the side she had earlier clawed.
　
"I said GET UP!!" Her voice was loud and obnoxious, but she didn't care. She hated everything about him. He'd had his chance. A chance to be with her. But no-- he was throwing it away for her sister. Well, now he wouldn't ever get to see her sister again. Until she ended up in StarClan from a broken heart. Looks like Alabasterpaw was, once again, getting what she wanted. Both cats dead. What a surprise. She stopped slamming him into the tree after a moment and stood there, glaring at him in a frustrated manner. "Why don't you just die already? How hard can you be to kill?" She growled, her expression annoyed. Yes. How hard could one cat be to kill. And yet, either Alabasterpaw was incompetent or this cat had some sort of power. She wasn't quite sure if she wanted to let him live-- make him beg for his life, watch him have to submit to her and admit she was the best.
　
Too bad no one would be there to witness her victory. Oh well. She'd brag about it later. Or, she could have him beg and then kill him anyways. Either way would work. But perhaps she'd done enough damage. Alabasterpaw pressed down on his throat, keeping her claws sheathed this time, and waited to see how much damage there was-- or if she needed to do more before she was satisfied.


Azulpaw let out a hiss, wincing at the way her claws dug into him. Without realizing it, he tried pushing her off him, using his own claws to forcefully dig them into her, but soon enough he felt himself being dragged into a nearby tree--slammed into it, and laid limp, his eyes blinking slowly, but an arrogant smile placed on his maw. ''Oh, I just love it when you cause me pain, sweetheart.'' He groaned, breathing heavily. ''Please continue!'' He jeered at her, and felt his other side being forced into the tree. He, once again, let out a powerful yelp out of reflex.

''I don't need Asterpaw to keep saving me.'' He said, his voice cracking. He was tired of being the one pitied on. He could save himself just fine, but he did appreciate that Asterpaw would come for him.That she would fight her own sister for him. It must have been a tough thing to fight against family all for some...friend. I can handle this on my own.

The tom forced himself up, and looked down at his paws, vision blurred, but slowly he brought his head up, hearing her next words. His ears twitched, and he let out a bittersweet laugh. ''I suppose starclan don't think I'm finished on this lovely land. That, or you're just as weak as the damage you're causing me.'' His voice hardened, and perhaps he should had kept his maw closed to keep her from abusing him. But, he was Azulpaw. Shutting up was never his thing, and Alabasterpaw needed someone to stand up to her. As Asterpaw had said that Alabasterpaw was weak. She only manipulated others in order to get what she wanted. Azulpaw was tired of her little games.

''Oh, come on, I know you're right about Asterpaw.'' He finally admits, not being able to look up at the white feline. ''She's quite the charmer, isn't she? Stealing your motives, your ability to be the fairest of them all?'' He coughed, bringing up his yellow hues to stare at her. ''It can be a challenge! I understand that, but you have to know that Asterpaw only learned from the best...which is you. You can't blame her for acting like you!'' He rasped, trying to figure out a way to confuse her. Or, do anything that made her forget his pain. He had to find a way to her weakest point before Asterpaw found herself between them. The tom did not want Asterpaw fighting a battle that wasn't hers to be in. She was a gentle soul, and choosing between him, and the sister she always been around.

The tom staggered forward, feeling his side rip apart. How long would it be before he found himself walking among the sky and looking down at the ones he loved? As he staggered forward, thinking of a plan, it came to his sense that a thick fallen branch laid beside him, given from the tree. It was a sign. It had to be.

''I'm sorry, Alabasterpaw. I'm really am, but what about Bluepaw? The two of you were so happy together...I hadn't know you were so...interested in me.'' He said, keeping his eyes on her in a sly manner. He gave a lopsided grin, feigning his innocence, as his yellow hues stared at her with interest. He let out a purr, ''You're an angel. You should be the one walking the sky of starclan to glow down on us with your beauty. You transform night into day by simply walking by! Even Asterpaw can't do that, if I'm being honest. I should had chosen you.'' He purred once more, and gingerly began edging his way towards the thick branch, keeping his eyes locked on her until the object hit his hind leg. He wanted her dead. Badly injured, but that nagging feeling of knowing Asterpaw would be hurt, he couldn't allow himself to hurt the white feline.

''Please, forgive me, Alabasterpaw. We could rule this world together--You and I. We can get rid of Asterpaw if you'd like, and we'll be happy together.'' He pleads to her, bowing his head. Not in respect to her, but so he could lean it down towards the stick as he made himself look believable as possible. ''You're the only one that I want. I had to play act in order to get close to Asterpaw--trust me, she's not my type. But, you're everything I ever wanted.'' The tom wanted to gag. Why did he lie so badly? In the least, it did not matter. As long as the she cat believed him, then his plan was working. He would have the victory, and Asterpaw would stop looking and worrying about him as if he were helpless. Because he wasn't. He wasn't weak.

Fueled with that fire, the tom swiftly bent down his head, and latched onto the thick stick, swinging it up and whacking her in the head with it as hard as he could. Inflicting any type of damage that she had caused him. Hopefully he would cause a pretty bruise equally to match that pretty face of hers. Then, he tried his best to run, taking advantage of the moment to get away from her and get somewhere safe to cool his burning body down. He limped around, and eventually, he became too tired, and dropped onto the ground, all hope seemed lost. If he didn't get up in time Alabasterpaw caught up to him, then hope would be lost. But, he wouldn't stop fighting. He had to improvise somehow; anyhow.

[Dust]

Lonestar23

(Short but it's something to go off of ^^; )

Nightbreeze could feel her heart beating in her chest as Skyclan advanced on the Dusk Syndicates home. It had been a while, but the black molly had been in few scuffles before and never went home without leaving the other a reminder. Her claws flexed in and out of the ground as Grousestar stopped them, his call ringing out for Skyclan to attack. Nightbreeze slipped between her clanmates, her body hot with adrenaline as she squared up with the closest cat she could find, which happened to be a young female cat just about her size. Her lip curled up, showing her teeth, as she spat venom at the other cat. This was for her clan. Her home. She wouldn't be bullied by these flea-ridden fox-hearted cats. "Filthy rat. I hope all of you die!" The fur on the back of her neck bristled as she stalked closer, her tail lashing violently back and forth. It wasn't time to attack just yet, she wanted to get the other riled up. Riled up cats make mistakes and that's what Nightbreeze was looking for.

[The Cannibal]

Duskflight

Airpaw flexed her claws excitedly, but with a slight fearful gaze as she stared into the battlefield. I don't know whats going to happen, but I hope... Her ears pinned back against her head as she watched all the battling cats, she was hesitant on what she was going to do, what cats to fight, what had her mentor told her before this? "Don't fight the bigger cats, unless you think you can." Alright...alright I got this... Airpaw thought, whiskers twitching as she looked left and right. She knew she could fight those scrawny mouse-brains, they looked thin, she knew she could, with only one claw even, if she wanted to! Her fierce sapphire blue optics gleamed with a fierce determination, she would do anything to fight for her clan, even if she got hurt aaaaa lot!
The munchkin stared around, any cat that looked weak enough to fight yet? No...it didn't like their was any just yet. "Dang it.." She muttered bitterly, tail flicking with irritation, what a bust, she needed to prove to her clanmates she wasn't just a stupid kit, who even was too small to fight for her clan. She'd show them stupid cats who she fought with because they insulted her! This was her time to shine, her time to show her worth, her day of redemption! Airpaw held her determined gaze, chin high as she searched, again, for someone to fight with, and she'd come back proud she'd won the battle for her clan. She'd show them all! All of them! Every single cat who thought she couldn't do anything! She'd do anything to prove she wasn't too small, too weak to fight. She was just like every other cat. Every other cat, she was, Airpaw always thought that, and she would stick to her beliefs.
A battle, now this was an interesting upset to the daily routine. Hannibal knew that the tensions were growing high with Skyclan, especially with the reckless behavior of the his Syndicate counterparts, a battle was eminent and here it was, the clan cats fed up with their activity. Hannibal would have to say it was intelligent of the clan to attack now, most of the time the time of attack was in the night, it was unusual to attack during the day, not only that, but the Syndicate was still trying to adjust to their shift in leadership. Very intelligent indeed. And personally for Hannibal? He wouldn't care if the Syndicate was destroyed, if they lost, if anything he would prefer that, the cats of the Syndicate were reckless, without morals, manners and politeness, a band of rouges loosely held together with a leader. With this battle, he could kill a great many number of cats and not have to cover his tracks. He liked that.
So he carefully settled himself in the barrier around the camp after returning from a leisurely walk in the territory, his haunting orange gaze slowly sweeping over the battling figures, searching for one that would be a good warmup to this spree of violence. And his gaze locked onto a short, young looking cat who was seemingly confused, unsure of who to attack. A perfect start.
His claws were always unsheathed, just as they were now, so he stood slightly and with the speed comparable to that of a bird in flight, he came barreling to Airpaw from the right flank, with the sound of the battle ranging on, his pawsteps were barely distinguishable through the din of noise and ounce close enough, the dark cat leaped into the air, paws outstretched, aiming for her shoulders so that he could come crashing onto her back if he landed his jump correctly.

[The Cannibal]

[ Duskflight ]

This battle was a chaotic mess.
Not a single thing was in order; cats were simply doing what they liked how they liked. The flame-point cat had even seen, as she stood trying to calculate the outcome of the battle, a Syndicate cat turning against another Syndicate cat--It's only a matter of time before our warriors do that, too, she thought darkly, at this point hunting for an opponent. The warrior, Flamingsnow, had yet to redden her claws with Syndicate blood and was beginning to get aggravated. After a brief scan of the battlefield, she noted a grey tom; larger than herself and enormously unafraid, she wondered if he was pulling a charade of some sort. Probably best not to cross his path... Though Flaming was hardly a foxlength or so away, she turned quickly, searching for some less intimidating cat. She knew she wouldn't win a fight with him.
At the point she turned away, she made an incredibly huge mistake. And Hannibal hadn't missed it, his paw swung and struck a crushing blow to the cats head he was fighting, sending them sprawling backwards either dead or unconscious, Hannibal didn't quite care which because he had a new target. Whipping his head, he would size Flamingsnow up, his tail flicking in thought before his paws sent him launching for her side, not a single sound escaping his maw as he went hurtling for her, giving no sound to warn her of his approach or his incoming attack.
His plan was simple enough, to crash into her side with his weight, enough force that if landed, would send her sprawling off to the side, and then he could begin his assault, before she would be able to get back up to her paws. But first he needed to land this bash into her side, his pupils narrowed slightly in concentration as he went sailing for her right side, her head turned away from him as she apparently searched for a less intimidating cat.

[RedHead]

Fear crept onto the black and white cat's face as he dodged past cats being flung here and there. Hawkpaw had never been in a battle, for he had been too young to participate in the liberation of the four other clans. This would be his first. And the tom was slightly worried, seeing as he hadn't had many chances to do battle training with his mentor. At first, he had been quite confident that if he chose a small enougntarget, he would be found. But now that he was actually in the battle, he felt worried.
Looking around, he was constantly turning around, his hackles raising as he felt as though someone was creeping up on him. Hawkpaw didn't like this. Strangely enough, he had always expected that his first battle would be exciting. Not because of the bloodshed that came with it, but because he would then have a chance to test out the skills he knew. For a moment, the apprentice felt like slinking into a bush and staying there for the rest of the battle. But no, he couldn't and he knew it. That would be an act of cowardice. Hawkpaw had to fight for his clan, for that was what he had come here to do. That's why he had been chosen.

RedHead



Donovan was slinking through the fighting cats, his olive-green eyes searching for someone he could attack. The tom wanted to go from bigger targets, but he saw that most of his campmates were already fighting them,
much to the caramel brown toms disappointment. Soon enough, his searching eyes found a small black and white cat, turning in circles, his gaze flitting about. Aww, how cute. Donovan mocked inside his head, smirking as he bounded towards the cat. The tom was only about 10 moons himself, but he figured he could easily overpower this young(er) one. Donny reached the cat, narrowing his eyes and leaping forwards with a yowl, claws extended, sailing towards the tom.

[seasalt]

Empress Of Evil
(Jeez, Boreas and Airpaw are both gonna have bad times.)
The co-commander grinned slightly, but it was a controlled grin, her eyes blazing for a moment. This cat was proving to be rather difficult than most, as they were the deputy, second in command to their puny leader. It was rather irritating as the large dark tabby watched the pure black she cat, a bit of malice in her optics. Yes, indeed this was not going to be any playing nice in this fight. It was the fight to the death, as Boreas put it. They were not to spare a single small cat. No fleeing, nothing, for these clan cats, it was in their nature not to, afterall. The clan cats would call this ruthless, and a monstrosity, but it was the Dusk Syndicate way, and it was no code of honor, none of that. It was amusing that the cats even had one, why spare you're enemies when you can simply kill them? It was much easier, and much more simple than mercy. Huh, mercy, not on the co-commander's vocabulary all too much. Sure, she'd be nice once in a while, but not today. They attack us, they would make sure most of them didn't see to live another day. Fury racked through the tabby's fur, and a full on snarl rang from her muzzle. Hmph. She thought with irritation, the deputy didn't miss her shoulder, and blood tickled down, but it didn't faze the co-commander, not a single bit. It wasn't much, to say the least. At least it's not my neck...
Claws fully unsheathed by now, she lashed back, aiming for the leg that struck her shoulder, with full force. Whatever the deputy was planning, she was planning to prevent it, however possible, perhaps laming her, that would work nicely. This is going to be more difficult than I thought it would... The thought irritated her, a lot, and made her anger grow more, a lot more. She wasn't going to play nice, it was either kill her, or get killed herself. And the second option, was not going to happen, she wouldn't let it. Boreas's eyes blazed with malice as she aimed to strike the blow. She had to think of a new plan, since this cat didn't seem to be wanted to cooperate. Funny really, and amusing. Her plans usually worked, this cat was quite observant and alert. Perhaps, she could distract the she cat? Hmmm, she could try, she could try. If it worked, she would make sure she couldn't get up to leap at her, or anything to stop her from finishing the fight early, quite early.

Duskflight

Airpaw hadn't ever been in a battle before, and this was something new for the apprentice, and it was, slightly exciting, to say the least. The adrenaline, the fighting moves her clanmates used! It was pretty, scary too, very scary indeed. And, battle was a new concept, a very new concept. And to say the least, it was terrifying, and she was honestly unsure what to do, what to think, and what she could do to help her clan. She would fight, yes she would fight, but...what would she do if she died. The molly was honestly, fearful of this battle. These cats, they wouldn't use mercy, they wouldn't, and Airpaw wished they could battle someone other than the Dusk Syndicate. The solid teal gray she cat never even saw it coming that the most dangerous Dusk Syndicate was coming at her, not even a single clue of warning could make the poor munchkin notice, while she was thinking about how she was going to prove she wasn't just a small, worthless little cat who was too small for a stupid battle! Her tail lashed as she looked around, her unsure of who to fight with first, battle was confusing, and it was, kinda her first one too.
Ears pinned on the back of her head, her sapphire blue hues looking back in forth anxiously. She didn't even look behind her, a flaw that would cost her life for sure. Come on Airpaw, go out their and fight! Stop looking like a coward and look for an opponent to fight with! She scolded herself sharply, but too late for the warning. She turned her head, pupils widening as Hannibal barreled right at her, sending the stunned apprentice falling over, she hated falling over, she was always so slow in getting back up, a disadvantage to being a small, munchkin breed that she was, as blood tickling down her flank, but she barely felt it, as the adrenaline pumped through his veins. "Curse's!" She muttered to herself, scrambling to get her footing, the shock making her even slower at doing so. At least she was...not really hurt all that much, sides the flank injury. Airpaw let out a yelp of shock, blood roaring in her ears as the tom came down her back, making her fall right back down. A shocked expression came on the molly, she couldn't fight this tom, she barely could beat a normal sized apprentice let alone a tom that would do no mercy, probably. Her ears were against her head, heart beating rapidly. Of all things that had to happen, Airpaw had to get ambushed, while trying to tell herself she could do it. And maybe she could, with a little bit of her smarts, maybe. But, how was the biggest, and most important question. She couldn't plan it out while she was dying, or something, so she had to think fast, and think fast she could. Airpaw was a fast learner, slightly, so she could do it, she could!

[lone]

Azulpaw let out a hiss, wincing at the way her claws dug into him. Without realizing it, he tried pushing her off him, using his own claws to forcefully dig them into her, but soon enough he felt himself being dragged into a nearby tree--slammed into it, and laid limp, his eyes blinking slowly, but an arrogant smile placed on his maw. ''Oh, I just love it when you cause me pain, sweetheart.'' He groaned, breathing heavily. ''Please continue!'' He jeered at her, and felt his other side being forced into the tree. He, once again, let out a powerful yelp out of reflex.

''I don't need Asterpaw to keep saving me.'' He said, his voice cracking. He was tired of being the one pitied on. He could save himself just fine, but he did appreciate that Asterpaw would come for him.That she would fight her own sister for him. It must have been a tough thing to fight against family all for some...friend. I can handle this on my own.

The tom forced himself up, and looked down at his paws, vision blurred, but slowly he brought his head up, hearing her next words. His ears twitched, and he let out a bittersweet laugh. ''I suppose starclan don't think I'm finished on this lovely land. That, or you're just as weak as the damage you're causing me.'' His voice hardened, and perhaps he should had kept his maw closed to keep her from abusing him. But, he was Azulpaw. Shutting up was never his thing, and Alabasterpaw needed someone to stand up to her. As Asterpaw had said that Alabasterpaw was weak. She only manipulated others in order to get what she wanted. Azulpaw was tired of her little games.

''Oh, come on, I know you're right about Asterpaw.'' He finally admits, not being able to look up at the white feline. ''She's quite the charmer, isn't she? Stealing your motives, your ability to be the fairest of them all?'' He coughed, bringing up his yellow hues to stare at her. ''It can be a challenge! I understand that, but you have to know that Asterpaw only learned from the best...which is you. You can't blame her for acting like you!'' He rasped, trying to figure out a way to confuse her. Or, do anything that made her forget his pain. He had to find a way to her weakest point before Asterpaw found herself between them. The tom did not want Asterpaw fighting a battle that wasn't hers to be in. She was a gentle soul, and choosing between him, and the sister she always been around.

The tom staggered forward, feeling his side rip apart. How long would it be before he found himself walking among the sky and looking down at the ones he loved? As he staggered forward, thinking of a plan, it came to his sense that a thick fallen branch laid beside him, given from the tree. It was a sign. It had to be.

''I'm sorry, Alabasterpaw. I'm really am, but what about Bluepaw? The two of you were so happy together...I hadn't know you were so...interested in me.'' He said, keeping his eyes on her in a sly manner. He gave a lopsided grin, feigning his innocence, as his yellow hues stared at her with interest. He let out a purr, ''You're an angel. You should be the one walking the sky of starclan to glow down on us with your beauty. You transform night into day by simply walking by! Even Asterpaw can't do that, if I'm being honest. I should had chosen you.'' He purred once more, and gingerly began edging his way towards the thick branch, keeping his eyes locked on her until the object hit his hind leg. He wanted her dead. Badly injured, but that nagging feeling of knowing Asterpaw would be hurt, he couldn't allow himself to hurt the white feline.

''Please, forgive me, Alabasterpaw. We could rule this world together--You and I. We can get rid of Asterpaw if you'd like, and we'll be happy together.'' He pleads to her, bowing his head. Not in respect to her, but so he could lean it down towards the stick as he made himself look believable as possible. ''You're the only one that I want. I had to play act in order to get close to Asterpaw--trust me, she's not my type. But, you're everything I ever wanted.'' The tom wanted to gag. Why did he lie so badly? In the least, it did not matter. As long as the she cat believed him, then his plan was working. He would have the victory, and Asterpaw would stop looking and worrying about him as if he were helpless. Because he wasn't. He wasn't weak.


Fueled with that fire, the tom swiftly bent down his head, and latched onto the thick stick, swinging it up and whacking her in the head with it as hard as he could. Inflicting any type of damage that she had caused him. Hopefully he would cause a pretty bruise equally to match that pretty face of hers. Then, he tried his best to run, taking advantage of the moment to get away from her and get somewhere safe to cool his burning body down. He limped around, and eventually, he became too tired, and dropped onto the ground, all hope seemed lost. If he didn't get up in time Alabasterpaw caught up to him, then hope would be lost. But, he wouldn't stop fighting. He had to improvise somehow; anyhow.
"Well really, how could I not be? Bluepaw's done with me anyways; I had to move on. And I believe it would be wise for you to do the same because you don't stand a chance. Not with her. Fun fact about Asterpaw; she never gets much more then a little crush on anyone." A smirk came onto Alabasterpaw's maw and she shrugged, as though to say 'just telling the truth.' What a liar. But, her ears did pick up at his next words and she looked at him sharply. Play act? So... she won here?
　
For a she cat who was a trickster, Alabasterpaw wasn't very smart. She didn't seem to catch the warning signals. For one thing-- there was no way he was serious about this. And for another, she had missed the branch. But Alabasterpaw was so desperate for any attention... any praise whatsoever... that she would have taken it even if she had realized what was happening.
　
"Oh, I knew you would come around! And now we can get rid of her for good?" She asked. Something must have sounded, or looked suspicious to Alabasterpaw, because her eyes narrowed and she looked ready to spring at him again, lashing out one more time with a paw... and in the next second, something slammed into her head, knocking her to the ground. It felt as though a fire had spread inside of her skull. And in the next second? She blacked out. When the feline came to, her head still hurt. Like crazy. He...won.
　
But, she'd hurt him pretty bad, as far as she knew. That had been a deep cut. She had one as well-- though unlike him, Alabasterpaw wasn't afraid to go and get help. She got up and walked off the battlefield, shaking her head to try and rid it of the horrible crushing pain that seemed to be active inside her skull and wanting to spread fire throughout the rest of her body. Hopefully he was worse hurt right now. Otherwise? It had all been worth nothing.
　
This was Asterpaw's worst nightmare. She had never wanted for it to go this far. She'd hoped they would find a peaceful solution, but... it seemed that her wishes had been overruled by the crueler Dusk Syndicate. That's where Alli should be. A shudder went down her spine as she tried to avoid getting involved in this. Everywhere she looked there was fighting, but everywhere she looked, SkyClan seemed to be winning. That gave her a strong sense of pride and satisfaction.
　
Good!
　
The Dusk Syndicate needed to be taught a lesson. Though-- she didn't want anyone to have to die over this. Haven't they killed enough of our warriors? The feline thought angrily, and then stopped in her tracks. Her sister was on the ground. Unmoving. Unresponding when Asterpaw moved over. Is she... dead? No, no, that was impossible, this was Alabasterpaw! She couldn't die. And for the first time since... what had it been now, a moon and a half? Two moons? However long it had been since they had met the two cats-- since Alabasterpaw's first attack-- that was the last time Asterpaw had felt much love for her sister.
　
But now was different. Except-- now the white cat was stirring. Oh, she was fine. Just like that the feeling faded and Asterpaw moved on, thankful that she seemed to blend and no one really bothered her. Until again, she was stopped. Azulpaw too? Again? He's been through enough. There was something bothering her... her sister and him, both hurt... surely she wouldn't do this here. Not now. Slowly the blue feline began to approach, her head cocked to one side gingerly as she settled down near him. Facing away from him, out of sight. This was a bad idea, she needed to get out of here, what if it was a trap... but the other part of her mind argued that it was a stupid idea to spring a trap right in front of her, Bluepaw wouldn't like that, and if there was then it couldn't be very good.
　
She still hadn't seen the gash on his other side. Or the one of his face. But she could see the cuts on his back, which were... still bleeding. They looked bad. And very, very painful... the type of thing Alabasterpaw would do. Asterpaw curled herself up, her tail wrapped around her, and sighed. She didn't want to see what else Alabasterpaw had done. She would have to eventually, there was no doubt... but for the moment being she didn't, and she liked it that way. She didn't want to see how much pain she was in-- but she wanted to take it from him so badly. Why? Why, of all the cats in the Clan, was it him?
　
At that moment she would have given anything to hear him call her 'sweetheart.' To say anything at all. And, at the same time, she was afraid she would probably embarass herself by acting as though she'd seen a dead cat. He was alive! He had to be. Every other time he'd survived and besides, as long as those scratches stopped bleeding she was hoping they weren't deep enough to kill him. And then, she caught sight of the gash. Her breath caught in her throat and she felt dizzy, lightheaded, and uncomfortable. His side had been ripped open... who held enough hatred to do this?
　
Alabasterpaw.
　
But, had Bluepaw had something to do with this? She already knew that her sister had been attacking him under Bluepaw's command... hadn't she? Was there some piece of the puzzle that she was missing here? "You're going to be okay. I'm going to get you to Ebonypaw, and you're going to be fine..." Her voice trailed off. She was trying to believe those words as much as she was trying to reassure him of this. He was going to be fine. She knew it. Everything was going to be perfectly fine. She wasn't going to let him die, not now... and he wouldn't! Right? He'd already been through pretty much everything there was imaginable.
　
Everything she could think of, anyways. Alabasterpaw was a cruel cat. A cruel cat who needed to be stopped. "I saw Alli. She was knocked out, did you do that?" Her tone wasn't hostile at all. It sounded pleased. And lighter then normal. Even if it hadn't been him... even if she had just done this and left him, at least someone had given the white feline what she deserved. Or at least-- part of what she deserved.

[Starfall]

*Wheezes*

@Turtlestrike (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=426)
The ragdoll let out a low growl and lashed her tail "No, you didn't but your kind did. Take responsibility." She growled her usual sky blue eyes were icy and unforgiving. As the dusk syndicate tackled her down she barely crawled out of the way, ducking over the larger toms claws. She swiftly turned her body so that she was facing the toms back. Although she was trained well by her mentor, raptorflight, she still wasn't any good at fighting, although she was fairly good at evading. She let out a hiss of pain once she realized that she still managed to get clawed on her shoulder.
@Pathos (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=65)

She was out of it, incredibly tired, her vision was hazy and she could barely see where she was walking. She hoped that it would be over soon, very soon, she didn't know how much longer she could fight. Starfall lifted her gaze and spotted a cold and ruthless pair of eyes, she knew after she held the gaze that she was going to be cast into another battle. She let out a low growl and made sure she didn't move her shoulder too much, she wasn't prepared for battle, but she wasn't prepared to back down either.

@XxJaggededgeXx
[Sorry for the late reply /v\" ]
Starfall slowly padded forward, her tail was dragging behind her, she couldn't fight anymore, it was too much, the blood, too much, the pain, too much. She hated it when they had to fight, she would much rather find a peaceful way to go about things, but they started this one, and they were just responding to it. She spotted yet another Dusk Syndicate tom, her blue orbs were dull, she was barely herself, all this fighting was against what she had believed in, but, her clanmates, no, her family members had been killed, and she was never going to forgive that. The white molly let out a low growl and stalked forward, her stomach low to the ground " Don't think I'm going to show mercy." she growled, her blue hues blazed with menace.

@Lilly (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=269)
[No need to apologize :heartbounce: ]
The grey spotted apprentice let out a stifled gasp as he was tackled down, he didn't know what to do he wasn't taught how to fight yet, nonetheless defend himself. His green orbs were filled with absolute, pure, fear, he was going to die, and he couldn't stop it. The young tom flung his arms around with his claws unseathed, hoping to hit something, anything, he just didn't want to die. Hummingpaw managed to kick the other's stomach, not enough to hurt but just enough to move her backwards slightly for the smaller to slip away. He scrambled to pick himself up and kicked up dust as he did so, making the toms nose tickle. He turned and snarled at the molly, his tail lashing behind him "I hope that attack made you cocky. There are many ways to fend off and defeat a larger opponent-" he stated, cutting himself off with a sneeze, his fur fluffed up as he did so. He must seem incredibly mature, especially after his speech, great.

NightWarrior4Life
Hummingpaw was breathing heavily and was fairly wounded with his previous battle. His fur wasn't as neat as it usually was, tufts sticking up and clumps matted to his frame due to mud and blood. His green hues were dull but still held a flicker of life in the middle. The young tom spotted another Dusk Syndicate cat, he wasn't thinking and in all honesty he didn't want to, he knew that if he did he would run away, he couldn't do that to his sister, to his clan, he had to fight. With a cry he threw himself at the much larger cat and tried his hardest to take him down, calculating that with the force of his tackle and his weight, it should be just about enough to take the larger down.
Nighty
Rainpebble snickered when she noticed the anger that flickered in the toms eyes, it made her joyous that she struck a nerve in the evil tom. She quirked an eye brow and grinned "Sure, whatever makes you sleep easier at night, not that I plan on letting you go alive." she giggled, which stopped once Singe stated the fact, she turned her silver hues upon the ex-leader, they blazed with anger and hatred, which was quickly replaced with amusement "That may be true, but just because they believe that Starclan doesn't exist doesn't mean that they don't believe they should fight and protect their clanmates." she purred, and it was true, she had many companions who didn't believe in Starclan, and they never plotted to overthrow Grousestar, infact they worked even harder to prove themselves to the rest of the clan. She knew that she shouldn't have picked this battle, but she saw the evil tom, and she couldn't just let him pad away unharmed, besides she had a bone to pick with that tom. She let her head lightly bump the ground benithe her, she looked relaxed, calm, she wouldn't mind dying right this moment, she knew that if she entered this fight she might not make it back out, but she didn't mind, she didn't care, she was fighting her hardest and she believed that she had fought enough for her clanmates.

When Singe dug his claws into her shoulder, and decided to twist a tad, her face was scrunched up in pain, she didn't cry out, she didn't plead for mercy. Although she was calm about her death she wouldn't mind getting in a claw or two before she passed. As she was lifting her paw images of her past apprentice flashed in her mind, the black coat and blazing icy blue hues. Was she really going to die in peace knowing that she'd be leaving Auroraflame behind? She still had so much to learn, she still had so much to teach, so many stories to tell to the young ones. Once she realized that she didn't really want to die she let out a loud snarl and clawed the side of the ex-leaders face and kicked the toms back legs, making the larger fall ontop of the elder. The odds were in her favor now.

Sweetpaw barely held back a triumphant yowl as he hit the molly harder than planed, propelling her back. Within that short time period he quickly, but clumsly, picked himself up and crouched down into a hunting position. He had spotted a few other warriors hunting and realized that it looked a lot like fighting, and hunting was the only thing his mentor had taught him do far. So of course as his only survival instinct he decided that he would [I]hunt the molly. As she flung herself forward he spotted a slight advantage, she was off the ground, it was a very slim chance but if he was able to preform it then he may give himself an advantage in the battle. Everything went slowly, his movements sluggish, Amya seemed to slowly glide in the air. In this time frame the cream colored apprentice lunged forward, his stomach brushing the ground, getting scratched by a twig. As the molly was about to land the apprentice stood up straight as quickly as possible, straightening his legs. Everything was normal speed, there were two things that could happen, she could either go flying forward, or she could attach herself to his back and claw at his sides. He prayed to starclan that he would survive his plan.
Lonestar23
[Sweetpaw and Rosemary]
The cream colored tom shook his head and backed up, trying to wrap his head around what had just happned. He wasn't thinking properly, his vision was blurred and his pawsteps were shaky. He came back to the world of the living when the female complimented him, he let out a growl and snickered "Same goes for you, but I wouldn't call you pretty, more like disgusting." he spat which was drowned out with a yelp as he was tackled down, again. But this time his face was buried in her shoulder, which was great for him, but he didn't want to kill her, he didn't work that way, instead he decided to stun her, hopefully. The apprentice let out a snarl and dug his teeth as deeply as possible into the older cats shoulder, hoping to startle her. He then yanked his head down and let go, replacing his teeth with sharp claws, his right paw didn't quite reach the shoulder so he dug his claws in her back instead. He brought her face close and smirked "Such a shame that such an ugly cat has to die." he hummed, using almost the same exact words she did. "But atleast your body will decompose and feed the trees, not that they'd want to eat your poisoned life." he snarled, his green eyes blazed with anger and pain, everything, everything was burning, blazing, he was sore and horribly injured from his previous battles, he hoped that it would be over soon.

Rainpebble let out a laugh as the bigger tom let out a yowl of pain, she didn't like his attitude and frankly planned on changing it. She rolled onto her stomach and picked herself up slowly, her old bones screaming at her, telling her to stop, go back, but her heart sang, told her to keep fighting, don't stop, and she didn't plan on it. She walked in a circle around the Dusk Syndicate cat, her voice low "Are you emberassed that you're getting your butt handed to you by an elder? I heard that you all kill your elders when they get to old. Maybe you should keep them, they can teach you how to fight correctly, and you oubviously need the lessons." she snickered, her tail flicking behind her. She stopped pacing around the tom and stood proudly right infront of him, she wouldn't stoop so low as to jumping on him from behind, she was more humble than that. Her cheek was bleeding and it stung, greatly, but she's received worse, and she wouldn't let her shoulder pain and cheek pain get the best of her. "The thing that makes a good warrior is the ability to let go of all selfishness and to push past the pain. Are you good enough to actually be considered a fighter?" she mocked, her sliver hues blazed with amusement. As the tom lunged forward she flung herself forward, meeting in the middle. She noticed that Syndrome was going for her good shoulder, but she noticed a little too late. She let out a cry of pain as the large tom shred her other shoulder, tears forming in the corner of her eyes. It hurt, it hurt a lot, but she had to fight, fight for her clan, and in a sense fight for her beliefs. As the tom clawed at her shoulder she leaned forward and sunk her teeth into his shoulder, biting down hard. She brought up her paws and brought him closer with a hug, except this hug involved claws and deep scratch marks on the black toms back.

[Fel]

Duskflight

Sorrelskip hadn't seen these cats for awhile- not since they'd showed up one day to ruin her clan, to make WindClan a terribly boring place once again. Her mate had been the only one of the famed 'evil leaders' to survive, and even that had to do with being a coward- with this clan's strength, there was no way they were going to win back then, and even now- though they didn't have the other three clans with them at the moment. In fact, all that they had were themselves, and the Dusk Syndicate, where she resided now? They were powerful as well. I'm not going to lose another battle, I swear on it. As the SkyClan cats filled the area and blood had begun to shed, the calico fighter's eyes suddenly had set on a brown tabby cat, someone who seemed to be commanding the fight- that's Grousestar, their leader, isn't it? He's the one.

He ruined my perfect world.
He took my two living daughters from me, and now my son as well.

I won't let him get away with this today.
"Well, you look familiar." She hissed, her eyes narrowed as she slunk towards the leader, her claws unsheathed as she bunched up her hind legs, ready to pounce and attack. "Too bad you won't be looking that pretty anymore." Leaping up into the air, she aimed for the tom's face- though she'd be easy to push away, due to her frontal style of attack.

[Ludicrous Lunacy]

At the point she turned away, she made an incredibly huge mistake. And Hannibal hadn't missed it, his paw swung and struck a crushing blow to the cats head he was fighting, sending them sprawling backwards either dead or unconscious, Hannibal didn't quite care which because he had a new target. Whipping his head, he would size Flamingsnow up, his tail flicking in thought before his paws sent him launching for her side, not a single sound escaping his maw as he went hurtling for her, giving no sound to warn her of his approach or his incoming attack.
His plan was simple enough, to crash into her side with his weight, enough force that if landed, would send her sprawling off to the side, and then he could begin his assault, before she would be able to get back up to her paws. But first he needed to land this bash into her side, his pupils narrowed slightly in concentration as he went sailing for her right side, her head turned away from him as she apparently searched for a less intimidating cat.
Quite her luck.
It was only for a moment, she felt, that she had glanced the other way, but as any warrior more expirienced than her would know, a moment can be death in a heartbeat. She felt the tom, rather than seeing him, and Flaming fell heavily on her side, immediatly regretting her mistake. With a yelp, she attempted to claw at her attacker. Surely he wouldn't be able to keep her down for long! But she still felt panic setting in as she realized this was the very cat she had wanted to avoid meeting in combat. Uh-oh.

[Dust]

Reverie

The tom knew this was it. His moment to truly shine and defend his clan with his life. Anxiety flooded his pelt, causing the gray warrior to shift his feet every few seconds in anticipation. Pebble didn't want to die per-se but he was ready to defend his home clan to the death. Thump. Thump. Thump. It had been a long time since Pebbleheart had fought large scale like this. It was almost unreal to him.The last time he had fought was many many moons ago, as a young apprentice. The scent of Dusk Syndicate, Skyclan, and blood flooded his senses as cats swarmed around him, all striking at eachother in a frenzy. Had it started? He hadn't even heard Grousestar give the command. A screech caught his attention, dodging quickly to the side as a random cat caterwauled and flung itself at the small warrior. Not them. They were too wild for the tom. Pebbleheart raced through the crowd of screeching felines and skidded to a halt, squaring up with the closest cat he could find.

[dino.]

*Wheezes*

@Turtlestrike (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=426)
The ragdoll let out a low growl and lashed her tail "No, you didn't but your kind did. Take responsibility." She growled her usual sky blue eyes were icy and unforgiving. As the dusk syndicate tackled her down she barely crawled out of the way, ducking over the larger toms claws. She swiftly turned her body so that she was facing the toms back. Although she was trained well by her mentor, raptorflight, she still wasn't any good at fighting, although she was fairly good at evading. She let out a hiss of pain once she realized that she still managed to get clawed on her shoulder.
@Pathos (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=65)
[I need to post this *wheezes* sorry its late]
She was out of it, incredibly tired, her vision was hazy and she could barely see where she was walking. She hoped that it would be over soon, very soon, she didn't know how much longer she could fight. Starfall lifted her gaze and spotted a cold and ruthless pair of eyes, she knew after she held the gaze that she was going to be cast into another battle. She let out a low growl and made sure she didn't move her shoulder too much, she wasn't prepared for battle, but she wasn't prepared to back down either.

@XxJaggededgeXx
[Sorry for the late reply /v\" ]
Starfall slowly padded forward, her tail was dragging behind her, she couldn't fight anymore, it was too much, the blood, too much, the pain, too much. She hated it when they had to fight, she would much rather find a peaceful way to go about things, but they started this one, and they were just responding to it. She spotted yet another Dusk Syndicate tom, her blue orbs were dull, she was barely herself, all this fighting was against what she had believed in, but, her clanmates, no, her family members had been killed, and she was never going to forgive that. The white molly let out a low growl and stalked forward, her stomach low to the ground " Don't think I'm going to show mercy." she growled, her blue hues blazed with menace.

@Lilly (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=269)

The grey spotted apprentice let out a stifled gasp as he was tackled down, he didn't know what to do he wasn't taught how to fight yet, nonetheless defend himself. His green orbs were filled with absolute, pure, fear, he was going to die, and he couldn't stop it. The young tom flung his arms around with his claws unseathed, hoping to hit something, anything, he just didn't want to die.
"How can I, when it wasn't me?" The tom spat. "Just because my kin did, doesn't mean it was my fault." He felt a surge of satisfaction as his claws sunk into her flesh, leaving cuts. "Now. I'm done playing around." He smiled grimly. "I'll show you how a real predator fights." The dark ginger tabby flung himself at Starfall again, teeth bared, eyes gleaming for blood.

[Reverie]

@Reverie (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=1328)

The tom knew this was it. His moment to truly shine and defend his clan with his life. Anxiety flooded his pelt, causing the gray warrior to shift his feet every few seconds in anticipation. Pebble didn't want to die per-se but he was ready to defend his home clan to the death. Thump. Thump. Thump. It had been a long time since Pebbleheart had fought large scale like this. It was almost unreal to him.The last time he had fought was many many moons ago, as a young apprentice. The scent of Dusk Syndicate, Skyclan, and blood flooded his senses as cats swarmed around him, all striking at eachother in a frenzy. Had it started? He hadn't even heard Grousestar give the command. A screech caught his attention, dodging quickly to the side as a random cat caterwauled and flung itself at the small warrior. Not them. They were too wild for the tom. Pebbleheart raced through the crowd of screeching felines and skidded to a halt, squaring up with the closest cat he could find.


The final Battle. The one that would determine the ties between the two, and this time it was harsh, blood spilling all over the place, mostly in part to Malignant, the femme that you would call bloodthirsty, as that's what she was. She was raised in the Dusk Syndicate, what else do you expect? The arrogance of the she seeped off in waves, and, sure enough, there was a SkyClan cat, ready to fight. Unalarmingly, she leapt on his back, digging her claws in his shoulders. And a yowl pierced through the air. Sure, she was a femme, but that didn't mean she didn't want to skirmish. Malignant bared her teeth, "You caused this," She yelped, rolling over to pin him. Her claws were still in his shoulders, but they dug deeper.

Clearly, this would be it.

Wouldn't it?

[Dust]

The final Battle. The one that would determine the ties between the two, and this time it was harsh, blood spilling all over the place, mostly in part to Malignant, the femme that you would call bloodthirsty, as that's what she was. She was raised in the Dusk Syndicate, what else do you expect? The arrogance of the she seeped off in waves, and, sure enough, there was a SkyClan cat, ready to fight. Unalarmingly, she leapt on his back, digging her claws in his shoulders. And a yowl pierced through the air. Sure, she was a femme, but that didn't mean she didn't want to skirmish. Malignant bared her teeth, "You caused this," She yelped, rolling over to pin him. Her claws were still in his shoulders, but they dug deeper.

Clearly, this would be it.

Wouldn't it?

Pebbleshade was surprised to say the least when the cat landed on his back, immediately feeling the pressure of her claws in his pelt. The skin around her claws burned with a white hotness, blood slowly trickling from the small puncture wounds. A pained yowl escaped his throat as he furiously shook, trying to free himself of the she-cat. Feeling no difference in her weight as he wasted his energy, His upper lip pulled back into a vicious snarl as he rolled over on his back, hoping it would release her iron grasp once more. Fear washed over him for a brief moment as he wondered whether this would be where he died because some crazy she-cat caught the upper advantage on him, although pebble was quite small for an older warrior.

[wickedvirtues]

ChameweonRainbow

Ready to wrap up the battle before the thread ends? :waaah:

[ChameweonRainbow]

ChameweonRainbow

Ready to wrap up the battle before the thread ends? :waaah:
yup! lets do this! the post i made earlier is ready for ya

[wickedvirtues]

yup! lets do this! the post i made earlier is ready for ya

(kk)

Cloud growled, her black and white fur bloodied. The battle was slowing slightly, and she figured it would end soon. She lunged for the tom, panting as she tossed him onto the ground.

[ChameweonRainbow]

(kk)

Cloud growled, her black and white fur bloodied. The battle was slowing slightly, and she figured it would end soon. She lunged for the tom, panting as she tossed him onto the ground.

Neverfalter yowled in agony as he landed sharply on a rock; the force of the blow sending bolts of pain shooting up his spine. He rolled over groaning before staggering to his paws and flung himself onto the she-cats back scrabbling with his claws tearing tufts of her black and white fur. His back was burning in pain and each movement of their battle sent white hot flares of agony shooting up his spine. After a few agonizing seconds, his grip faltered and he went tumbling to the ground; blood from the wound on his back staining the dusty earth a dark red. He got back up his every movement causing him pain but he pushed onwards. He hissed and stood in the best defensive position the pain would allow. "Am I going to die here?" He thought, his mind roiling with adrenaline.

[wickedvirtues]

Neverfalter yowled in agony as he landed sharply on a rock; the force of the blow sending bolts of pain shooting up his spine. He rolled over groaning before staggering to his paws and flung himself onto the she-cats back scrabbling with his claws tearing tufts of her black and white fur. His back was burning in pain and each movement of their battle sent white hot flares of agony shooting up his spine. After a few agonizing seconds, his grip faltered and he went tumbling to the ground; blood from the wound on his back staining the dusty earth a dark red. He got back up his every movement causing him pain but he pushed onwards. He hissed and stood in the best defensive position the pain would allow. "Am I going to die here?" He thought, his mind roiling with adrenaline.

Cloud huffed, she was stained with blood and her ear was nicked, she was covered with new scars and wounds and her heart pounded in her chest. She sunk her teeth into his leg, then clawed at his back. She licked the blood from around her muzzle, her muscles ached and her pelt was stained crimson, but she kept fighting. She growled low in her throat, the sound eerie and full of hate.

[Deerlie]

Death yowled as a cat clawed his sides. The tom fung himself at the she cat, in aware that it was his best friend, from SC. The she cat had so much blood on her, it looked like she was a red cat.

RavenMist noticed it wasDeawth and stopped fighting. "Death!" She wailed.
Death stopped. "Raven! I am so sorry!" He nudged her over to a rock. "Stayu here." He said and bounded away.

{@ChameweonRainbow Yes, this is death, needles mate... This is where Death dies.... if you want him to}

[Brilliance]

"Well really, how could I not be? Bluepaw's done with me anyways; I had to move on. And I believe it would be wise for you to do the same because you don't stand a chance. Not with her. Fun fact about Asterpaw; she never gets much more then a little crush on anyone." A smirk came onto Alabasterpaw's maw and she shrugged, as though to say 'just telling the truth.' What a liar. But, her ears did pick up at his next words and she looked at him sharply. Play act? So... she won here?
　
For a she cat who was a trickster, Alabasterpaw wasn't very smart. She didn't seem to catch the warning signals. For one thing-- there was no way he was serious about this. And for another, she had missed the branch. But Alabasterpaw was so desperate for any attention... any praise whatsoever... that she would have taken it even if she had realized what was happening.
　
"Oh, I knew you would come around! And now we can get rid of her for good?" She asked. Something must have sounded, or looked suspicious to Alabasterpaw, because her eyes narrowed and she looked ready to spring at him again, lashing out one more time with a paw... and in the next second, something slammed into her head, knocking her to the ground. It felt as though a fire had spread inside of her skull. And in the next second? She blacked out. When the feline came to, her head still hurt. Like crazy. He...won.
　
But, she'd hurt him pretty bad, as far as she knew. That had been a deep cut. She had one as well-- though unlike him, Alabasterpaw wasn't afraid to go and get help. She got up and walked off the battlefield, shaking her head to try and rid it of the horrible crushing pain that seemed to be active inside her skull and wanting to spread fire throughout the rest of her body. Hopefully he was worse hurt right now. Otherwise? It had all been worth nothing.
　
This was Asterpaw's worst nightmare. She had never wanted for it to go this far. She'd hoped they would find a peaceful solution, but... it seemed that her wishes had been overruled by the crueler Dusk Syndicate. That's where Alli should be. A shudder went down her spine as she tried to avoid getting involved in this. Everywhere she looked there was fighting, but everywhere she looked, SkyClan seemed to be winning. That gave her a strong sense of pride and satisfaction.
　
Good!
　
The Dusk Syndicate needed to be taught a lesson. Though-- she didn't want anyone to have to die over this. Haven't they killed enough of our warriors? The feline thought angrily, and then stopped in her tracks. Her sister was on the ground. Unmoving. Unresponding when Asterpaw moved over. Is she... dead? No, no, that was impossible, this was Alabasterpaw! She couldn't die. And for the first time since... what had it been now, a moon and a half? Two moons? However long it had been since they had met the two cats-- since Alabasterpaw's first attack-- that was the last time Asterpaw had felt much love for her sister.
　
But now was different. Except-- now the white cat was stirring. Oh, she was fine. Just like that the feeling faded and Asterpaw moved on, thankful that she seemed to blend and no one really bothered her. Until again, she was stopped. Azulpaw too? Again? He's been through enough. There was something bothering her... her sister and him, both hurt... surely she wouldn't do this here. Not now. Slowly the blue feline began to approach, her head cocked to one side gingerly as she settled down near him. Facing away from him, out of sight. This was a bad idea, she needed to get out of here, what if it was a trap... but the other part of her mind argued that it was a stupid idea to spring a trap right in front of her, Bluepaw wouldn't like that, and if there was then it couldn't be very good.
　
She still hadn't seen the gash on his other side. Or the one of his face. But she could see the cuts on his back, which were... still bleeding. They looked bad. And very, very painful... the type of thing Alabasterpaw would do. Asterpaw curled herself up, her tail wrapped around her, and sighed. She didn't want to see what else Alabasterpaw had done. She would have to eventually, there was no doubt... but for the moment being she didn't, and she liked it that way. She didn't want to see how much pain she was in-- but she wanted to take it from him so badly. Why? Why, of all the cats in the Clan, was it him?
　
At that moment she would have given anything to hear him call her 'sweetheart.' To say anything at all. And, at the same time, she was afraid she would probably embarass herself by acting as though she'd seen a dead cat. He was alive! He had to be. Every other time he'd survived and besides, as long as those scratches stopped bleeding she was hoping they weren't deep enough to kill him. And then, she caught sight of the gash. Her breath caught in her throat and she felt dizzy, lightheaded, and uncomfortable. His side had been ripped open... who held enough hatred to do this?
　
Alabasterpaw.
　
But, had Bluepaw had something to do with this? She already knew that her sister had been attacking him under Bluepaw's command... hadn't she? Was there some piece of the puzzle that she was missing here? "You're going to be okay. I'm going to get you to Ebonypaw, and you're going to be fine..." Her voice trailed off. She was trying to believe those words as much as she was trying to reassure him of this. He was going to be fine. She knew it. Everything was going to be perfectly fine. She wasn't going to let him die, not now... and he wouldn't! Right? He'd already been through pretty much everything there was imaginable.
　
Everything she could think of, anyways. Alabasterpaw was a cruel cat. A cruel cat who needed to be stopped. "I saw Alli. She was knocked out, did you do that?" Her tone wasn't hostile at all. It sounded pleased. And lighter then normal. Even if it hadn't been him... even if she had just done this and left him, at least someone had given the white feline what she deserved. Or at least-- part of what she deserved.

Azulpaw laid in a heap of a mess, his breathing soft; almost stopping. He blinked opened his eyes, trying to make sure that he didn't have to worry about Alabasterpaw following him, or that she would strike again. That hit was pretty hard, and technically he didn't hurt her himself. She was hit by the stick, so the tom did not touch her. The object did, and that made him a lot more happier because he didn't have to cause any harm to her. Though alone, and if he had to, the tom would not be afraid to give it his all. He would be a goner of Alabasterpaw continued to have the upper hand, and frankly he was tired of being the run down. He was tired of her problems with him.

The tom picked himself up, wincing as he felt his side opening up and leaking blood. He bent his head down to give it a couple licks. "Could be worse." He shrugged, pulling away from the smell of the blood. It was a pretty nasty scar. Alabasterpaw might as well be proud of herself for causing much damage as she always did. All because he rejected her? What twisted, demented feline hurt someone because they had been rejected? Azulpaw was rejected before, not only in the crushing category, but he been rejected plenty times before and he wasn't going around killing those who had rejected him! "She really needs some help." He shook his head, and dropped his tired body to the ground once more, blinking slowly to watch the battle. He dearly wanted to fight someone else from the enemy clan, not one of his own. He didn't want to waste his energy on Alabasterpaw. Yet, that's what he done because she forced it upon him.

Azulpaw laid there breathing heavily, inhaling, exhaling, barely moving. His eyes closed; accepting the darkness. But soon enough they owned once more at the familiar voice of his friend. He swiveled his head to look at the blue cat, blinking but did not reply. At least he couldn't reply yet. He felt powerless once more, and he always became that way whenever he was around her. What a shame!

"No," he rasped, breathing in. "Please don't. I don't need Ebonypaw. I'll suffice." He tells her, and turns away once more. The tom felt slightly insecure that she was looking at him, noticing his cuts and bruises. Seeing the old wounds open up from along his back. He would had given anything to run and hide at that moment but what would that do? The scars would still be there, a story to tell, only a story that should be buried and left alone. A story that should never be mentioned again after this day. Azulpaw felt that he wouldn't need to worry about Alabasterpaw for a while.

At her next words, the tom managed a smirk. "Who else would had done it, sweetheart?" He said, his confidence showing. It was great to know that he finally had done something to protect himself. If only he could do that with Bluepaw. Wasn't the tom fighting as well? Azulpaw quickly scanned the area, and his eyes landed on the piebald tom, looking down at the white feline. His companion who seemed too afraid to show her face. Azulpaw observed them for a moment, wondering what Bluepaw was discussing to her, but he shook his head and picked himself up, almost tumbling, but held on tight to the ground below him. "I didn't want to do it to her. I had uh...hit her with a thick tree branch. I'm sorry for hurting your sister. I never wanted to hurt you. It's just that I would had been a goner of I didn't do anything." He finally mewed, feeling a slight sadness for attacking Alabasterpaw when he promised himself that he wouldn't. Even if she attacked him first, and he tried to run to avoid her, but she caught up. Persistent, she was. He failed to acknowledge the pleased tone in her voice, only focusing on that he done something wrong in the battle. Which he had. What warrior--though he wasn't one yet--attacked their own clan mate? Even if that clan mate loathed him? Azulpaw didn't feel like a hero but he failed to show his expression on the thought, and instead was pleased to even see Asterpaw on the battlefield in the first place. She wasn't hurt, and that's all that mattered.

[TheWarriorKing]

ChameweonRainbow

SilverEye snarled in furry landing on top of the enemies cats, beside him, his brother DeadFang tackled the tom that SilverEye was attacking, together they forced the tom deeper into battle towards their clanmates

[Tundra]

{Im just kinda jumping in... Heh...}

Goldenpaw looked around and spotted a Death. She leaped at him, crashing into his side. Goldenpaw began clawing out tufts of fur. "Leave SkyClan alone!"

Jay-Jay

[ameko]

@Pathos (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=65)
[I need to post this *wheezes* sorry its late]
She was out of it, incredibly tired, her vision was hazy and she could barely see where she was walking. She hoped that it would be over soon, very soon, she didn't know how much longer she could fight. Starfall lifted her gaze and spotted a cold and ruthless pair of eyes, she knew after she held the gaze that she was going to be cast into another battle. She let out a low growl and made sure she didn't move her shoulder too much, she wasn't prepared for battle, but she wasn't prepared to back down either.

[oh, also: if we don't finish this today, we can continue it in pms if you'd like or drop the rp entirely? :0]

Belladonna herself had just weaseled her way out of a fight between a rather large warrior. Although blood dripped down her cheek and she had a nasty cut on her flank, she looked perfectly fine. Of course, her fur was matted and tangled as usual, which wasn’t completely out of carelessness: it would be harder for her opponent to dig their claws in her pelt. Taking a couple more steps, favoring her right side, she came face-to-face with yet another SkyClan warrior, but this one looked to be a little too worn out. “You’re lookin’ a little tired there, aren’t ya?” Belladonna asked with a dirt-eating grin, flames in her eyes. “Don’t think you should battle me if you wanna live, she-kitty.” Adrenaline was pumping in her veins, clouding her mind and distorting her usual personality. Like the good, polite she-cat she was, Belladonna stepped back, waiting for the molly to make the first move. A disdainful look appeared on her face, whiskers twitching at Starfall’s appearance.

[ChameweonRainbow]

Cloud huffed, she was stained with blood and her ear was nicked, she was covered with new scars and wounds and her heart pounded in her chest. She sunk her teeth into his leg, then clawed at his back. She licked the blood from around her muzzle, her muscles ached and her pelt was stained crimson, but she kept fighting. She growled low in her throat, the sound eerie and full of hate.

The three-legged tom yowled in anger and pain and bit down hard onto the she-cat, grabbing her by the scruff and tossing her to the side before leaping away. Panting he shook his head to try and clear the pounding of his racing heart.

( um is Cloud gonna run or nah? its okay if not cuz im thinking of Nevy collapsing soon the poor bab just aint cut out for fighting)

[Deerlie]

{Im just kinda jumping in... Heh...}

Goldenpaw looked around and spotted a Death. She leaped at him, crashing into his side. Goldenpaw began clawing out tufts of fur. "Leave SkyClan alone!"

Jay-Jay
Death tumbled down and kicked his hind legs. "Ugh, get off me!" He said.

[Tundra]

Goldenpaw landed on the hard ground. She got to her paws and raced past Death, clawing his side as she went, then she whipped around and bit his tail. "Rawr!" "Get away!"

[TheWarriorKing]

Death tumbled down and kicked his hind legs. "Ugh, get off me!" He said.


@CharmeweonRainbow

SilverEye snarled at Death seeing his clan mate jump onto him alone he yowled charging across the clearing before leaping at Death claws exstended and gleaming with crimson liquid "Yeah, get out of here!" He snarled

[Deerlie]

Goldenpaw landed on the hard ground. She got to her paws and raced past Death, clawing his side as she went, then she whipped around and bit his tail. "Rawr!" "Get away!"
The tom growled and pinned her Dow n. " if you lay one paw on me again, I will rip your pelt off and feed it to the foxes."He growled

[wickedvirtues]

The three-legged tom yowled in anger and pain and bit down hard onto the she-cat, grabbing her by the scruff and tossing her to the side before leaping away. Panting he shook his head to try and clear the pounding of his racing heart.

( um is Cloud gonna run or nah? its okay if not cuz im thinking of Nevy collapsing soon the poor bab just aint cut out for fighting)


(Let's do one more thing then maybe have him collapse)

Cloud leapt to her paws, panting and shaking blood from her eyes. Running after him she clawed at the tree legged tom, scratching his muzzle and back.

[Tundra]

Goldenpaw couldn't help laughing. "Ha! If you say so!" She kicked him in the stomach with a hard blow, then wiggled out from under him and began clawing his ears. "I touched you, what are you going to do about it?"

[Empress Of Evil]

The deputy almost flinched as the co-commander snarled. Yeesh, she's a bit sensitive, Auroraflame thought, wrinkling her nose in disgust. However, a satisfied smile grew on Auroraflame's maw as her blow to the shoulder landed. She only had a few moments to watch the blood trickle down before she had to dodge a blow from the she-cat.
The deputy's icy blue hues narrowed as she stared at the she-cat, coldness in her eyes. The she-cat knew that she had angered her opponent now, which meant that this was going to be even harder. Life or death. That was the rules of the game. But even so, the she-cat didn't plan on killing the co-commander. No, she didn't want to bring such sorrow. She was quite certain that Boreas however, wanted to maul her to death. Wouldn't that be a pleasant death?
Auroraflame suddenly lashed out again, hoping to injure her shoulders again. But as she was doing so, the co-commander aimed a strike to the leg that had earlier damaged her shoulder. The deputy had to pull the leg back, but she lost her balance in the process. The ebony feline clumsily scrambled for balance, knowing that any mistake to kill her. She didn't want to die today. No, Auroraflame still had many more moons to live through. She refused to die at the paws of the dark brown tabby.
Snarling at the she-cat, she lashed out again. Her eyes were focused intently on her shoulder, yet the co-commander struck out again, aiming to block her blow. Fury danced in flames across her orbs as she stretched her claws out as far as they could. She managed to narrowly miss the blow, however the momentum carried her passed the she-cat's shoulder, and instead ended up raked across her neck. The rage and fury quickly changed to horror as she realised what she had done. Hopefully she hadn't done enough to kill the she-cat, but the wound had been pretty deep with the power in her blow. She could only hope for the best.
Auroraflame knew that even if she had just done quite a bit of damage to the she-cat, she couldn't let her recover. Maybe if the battle were to end then she could, but not if it were during the battle. At any moment, her opponent could strike back and damage her own pelt.
So with that, she aimed yet another blow to her shoulders, hoping that she wouldn't accidentally miss the strike. She didn't want to kill anyone, not today, not ever.

tawny~

[Deerlie]

Goldenpaw couldn't help laughing. "Ha! If you say so!" She kicked him in the stomach with a hard blow, then wiggled out from under him and began clawing his ears. "I touched you, what are you going to do about it?"
Death snarled and clawed her face. He leapt at her clawing her cheek. He spun around and jumped on her biting her scruff.

[TheWarriorKing]

The deputy almost flinched as the co-commander snarled. Yeesh, she's a bit sensitive, Auroraflame thought, wrinkling her nose in disgust. However, a satisfied smile grew on Auroraflame's maw as her blow to the shoulder landed. She only had a few moments to watch the blood trickle down before she had to dodge a blow from the she-cat.
The deputy's icy blue hues narrowed as she stared at the she-cat, coldness in her eyes. The she-cat knew that she had angered her opponent now, which meant that this was going to be even harder. Life or death. That was the rules of the game. But even so, the she-cat didn't plan on killing the co-commander. No, she didn't want to bring such sorrow. She was quite certain that Boreas however, wanted to maul her to death. Wouldn't that be a pleasant death?
Auroraflame suddenly lashed out again, hoping to injure her shoulders again. But as she was doing so, the co-commander aimed a strike to the leg that had earlier damaged her shoulder. The deputy had to pull the leg back, but she lost her balance in the process. The ebony feline clumsily scrambled for balance, knowing that any mistake to kill her. She didn't want to die today. No, Auroraflame still had many more moons to live through. She refused to die at the paws of the dark brown tabby.
Snarling at the she-cat, she lashed out again. Her eyes were focused intently on her shoulder, yet the co-commander struck out again, aiming to block her blow. Fury danced in flames across her orbs as she stretched her claws out as far as they could. She managed to narrowly miss the blow, however the momentum carried her passed the she-cat's shoulder, and instead ended up raked across her neck. The rage and fury quickly changed to horror as she realised what she had done. Hopefully she hadn't done enough to kill the she-cat, but the wound had been pretty deep with the power in her blow. She could only hope for the best.
Auroraflame knew that even if she had just done quite a bit of damage to the she-cat, she couldn't let her recover. Maybe if the battle were to end then she could, but not if it were during the battle. At any moment, her opponent could strike back and damage her own pelt.
So with that, she aimed yet another blow to her shoulders, hoping that she wouldn't accidentally miss the strike. She didn't want to kill anyone, not today, not ever.
tawny~

Fox and Wolf yowled in fury as the she cat dealt the fatal blow, hissing and snarling the two massive toms circled the she, Wolfs grey and black pelt bristled with fury and his eye bared a amber fire burning with malice "What have you done?!" He demanded with disgust, the fox tom circled his claws unseathed, his bushy tail lashed his neck hair sticking straight up, "You murderer!" He spat

[Tundra]

Goldenpaw was trapped under his weight. Oops! She rolled over, trying to knock him off, but realized that she had made a mistake. Oh no! My belly is exposed, and I'm stuck!

[TheWarriorKing]

Goldenpaw was trapped under his weight. Oops! She rolled over, trying to knock him off, but realized that she had made a mistake. Oh no! My belly is exposed, and I'm stuck!

DeadFang gasped seeing Goldenpaw disappear under the tom, snarling his broad shoulders bristled and the toms seasoned muscles rippled charging across the battlefield he grabbed Death with his claws and hauled him off Goldenpaw, throwing him he stood over Goldenpaw protecting her, "Oi, you" he spat at Death, "You ever harm a hair on her pelt again and I'll send you to starclan!"

[ChameweonRainbow]

(Let's do one more thing then maybe have him collapse)

Cloud leapt to her paws, panting and shaking blood from her eyes. Running after him she clawed at the tree legged tom, scratching his muzzle and back.

Neverfalter slashed his claws across her face. But sadly the blow had little effect as his strength was waning quickly. He fell back on his haunches gasping before falling to his side blood pooling from his wounds. He rolled on his stomach and tried to get into a defensive position but he was just so tired and his back hurt so much. His mind swam with confusion and the bloodstained forest seemed to tilt and spin in front of him. "Maybe I'll just lay here. It's not so bad." He thought drowsily as darkness began to cloud his vision and he blinked slowly. But then as he caught sight of his attacker advancing back towards him he snapped back to awareness and staggered as quickly to his paws as he could. The floor seemed to spin and wobble beneath him and he nearly became sick as he struggled to regain his balance. Through his muddled thoughts he managed to conclude that if he stayed here he would die. And so, he turned and ran as fast as his injured body could take him. He hated the idea of running from this important battle but the overwhelming instinct to survive pushed him onward and he dizzyingly crashed through shrubs before stumbling over a rock, the blow flinging him head over tail and landing with a thump on the hard earth unconscious.
(thanks for the rp :3 nice fight! *flips away* YEE!)

[Tundra]

Jay-Jay

Goldenpaw slipped out from under Deadfang. "Thanks," She mewed, then she leaped at Death. Goldenpaw landed on Death's back and bit his scruff. "Your gonna pay!"

Wait, does Death die, or not?)

[TheWarriorKing]

Jay-Jay

Goldenpaw slipped out from under Deadfang. "Thanks," She mewed, then she leaped at Death. Goldenpaw landed on Death's back and bit his scruff. "Your gonna pay!"

Wait, does Death die, or not?)


DeadFang sighed softly at her, 'I saved you because I love you, either if you know that or you don't, I'll be there to save you' he chuckled before leaping beside her and matching her swipe after swipe

[Deerlie]

UDeadFang gasped seeing Goldenpaw disappear under the tom, snarling his broad shoulders bristled and the toms seasoned muscles rippled charging across the battlefield he grabbed Death with his claws and hauled him off Goldenpaw, throwing him he stood over Goldenpaw protecting her, "Oi, you" he spat at Death, "You ever harm a hair on her pelt again and I'll send you to starclan!"
He lifted his paws up and blew it down at Goldenpaw before he got thrown off. Snarling he got up and jumped at the tom.
{Yes, he does die!}

[TheWarriorKing]

He lifted his paws up and blew it down at Goldenpaw before he got thrown off. Snarling he got up and jumped at the tom.


His eyes glittered with rage rearing on his hind legs he lashed out catching the tom with razor sharp claws slicing through the toms chest and cheek, before leaping back to stand beside a clanmate

[Ashley/Kestrel]

Littlewing fell forward, kicking her back legs at the cat. She couldn't give up so fast. Her extra weight made her movements sloppy, but she bounced up. She clawed at the cat's face more.

Aurora made a point to roll away quickly, hopping back at her feet and narrowly avoiding Littlewing's claws. As hell had broke loose in the Dusk Syndicate Clearing, all she smelled was the metallic scent of blood. The tangy smell making her wrinkle her nose in distaste at every deep inhale. The feline weaved her way back to Littlewing's aiming to curl her claws into the warrior's temples.

[Tundra]

Goldenpaw crashed into a rock and lied there for a moment, then she got up and darted at Death. "Leave Deadfang alone!" She snarled. Goldenpaw bit Death's tail, hard. When she tasted blood she shook Death's tail. This is what you get!

[doghouse]

Chirppaw swerved, but not fast enough to get completely free. She felt some of her long bushy fur tear away, ripping from her frame. She growled, not because she was angry at the cat, but because her fur was messed up. She really wanted to fix it, but if she stopped now, it would be going against everything Auroraflame had taught her about battle. Stopping now would result in the end of her. She hissed at the other she cat, warm honey brown eyes narrowed into slits. "You'll pay for that." She hissed, her voice low. She knew it was a petty thing to be fighting for in all this, but she liked looking beautiful, and now that there was a good chunk of fur missing off her side, that wasn't exactly perfect enough for her. In anger, she lashed out, her aim more in point this time. She hadn't done much battle training yet so she knew she was going to get lucky blows, if any.
Mercury let out a hiss of both disappointment and satisfaction as her claws came away with a couple tufts of the other cats fur. Mercury paused for just a heartbeat, tearing the fur from her claws and spitting it out on the ground, which was now splotched with more blood than usual because of the battle. She stood up at her full height, and because both her parents were somewhat large cats, that was quite tall. She growled back tauntingly, waving the tip of her tail. “Oh, and what's an ickle wittle kittypet like you gonna do about it?” the silver and white tabby sneered, her voice becoming deadly soft and eyes burning with rage. Rage that this weakling dare storm into her home, attack her, and then get made when a little fur starts flying. It made no sense to Mercury, and she in her thought, she hadn't been paying much attention. It was more of a surprise as suddenly claws sank into her shoulder, drawing blood. Maddened, the young cat lunged, teeth bared. She turned, aiming to kick out with both hindlegs and land a nasty blow at the other cat's chest. It was a risky move, but effective if it landed.

[TheWarriorKing]

Goldenpaw crashed into a rock and lied there for a moment, then she got up and darted at Death. "Leave Deadfang alone!" She snarled. Goldenpaw bit Death's tail, hard. When she tasted blood she shook Death's tail. This is what you get!


Snarling in fury he launched himself at Death grappling with him before throwing him to the ground he raised his paw claws extended but as he held it there his surroundings went quiet and black, snarling the toms known as Wolf, Fox and Beetle all launched themselves at him, a cringe worthy thud was heard as muscle rammed into muscle, the impact sent DeadFang flying, as he was sent back his head connected with a rock and as he landed a trail of blood dripped from the toms head

[Deerlie]

His eyes glittered with rage rearing on his hind legs he lashed out catching the tom with razor sharp claws slicing through the toms chest and cheek, before leaping back to stand beside a clanmate
He grasped, blood dripping from his chest. (He's about to die rn!)

[Tundra]

Awww... I wanted to kill him...:()

Goldenpaw let go of Death's tail and hissed. SkyClan has to win! Goldenpaw lashed her tail. SkyClan will win!

Ummm... Is Deadfang imaging, or is this in the battle?)

[TheWarriorKing]

Awww... I wanted to kill him...:()

Goldenpaw let go of Death's tail and hissed. SkyClan has to win! Goldenpaw lashed her tail. SkyClan will win!

Ummm... Is Deadfang imaging, or is this in the battle?)

SilverEye yowled as he raced over to his brother "DEADFANG!!" He screeched in horror and grief "DeadFang....DeadFang wake up!!" He pleaded ignoring te three enemies that had attacked his brother "You promised...." he sobbed "You promised you'd always be there for me!" He wailed looking up to Goldenpaw his eyes were pools of misery and grief "Save him...get him out of here" he pleaded voice breaking before howling to the sky "STARCLAN DONT TAKE HIM!!!"

[Tundra]

Goldenpaw gasped. "Uhh..." She was unsure of what to do, she was only an apprentice! "Err... Ummm..." Goldenpaw began pawing the ground nervously. "Uhh..." Her gaze darted around the battlefield. What should I do?

[wickedvirtues]

Neverfalter slashed his claws across her face. But sadly the blow had little effect as his strength was waning quickly. He fell back on his haunches gasping before falling to his side blood pooling from his wounds. He rolled on his stomach and tried to get into a defensive position but he was just so tired and his back hurt so much. His mind swam with confusion and the bloodstained forest seemed to tilt and spin in front of him. "Maybe I'll just lay here. It's not so bad." He thought drowsily as darkness began to cloud his vision and he blinked slowly. But then as he caught sight of his attacker advancing back towards him he snapped back to awareness and staggered as quickly to his paws as he could. The floor seemed to spin and wobble beneath him and he nearly became sick as he struggled to regain his balance. Through his muddled thoughts he managed to conclude that if he stayed here he would die. And so, he turned and ran as fast as his injured body could take him. He hated the idea of running from this important battle but the overwhelming instinct to survive pushed him onward and he dizzyingly crashed through shrubs before stumbling over a rock, the blow flinging him head over tail and landing with a thump on the hard earth unconscious.
(thanks for the rp :3 nice fight! *flips away* YEE!)

(Srry just saw ur post XD)

Cloud watched the tom retreat clumsily, his wounds bleeding. "Coward" she spat, disappearing into the shadows to clean her wounds before fighting once again.

[TheWarriorKing]

Goldenpaw gasped. "Uhh..." She was unsure of what to do, she was only an apprentice! "Err... Ummm..." Goldenpaw began pawing the ground nervously. "Uhh..." Her gaze darted around the battlefield. What should I do?


DeadFang shuddered before struggling to his paws "I'm fine bird head!" He spat

[Tundra]

Goldenpaw stares at Deadfang. "Are you sure your fine?" She asked.

[TheWarriorKing]

Goldenpaw stares at Deadfang. "Are you sure your fine?" She asked.


He shook his head splattering red droplets "Yes, dizzy but I'm okay"

[Tundra]

Goldenpaw flinched as a few drips of blood landed on her pelt. "Your not fit enough for battle anymore," Goldenpaw meowed. "You shouldn't fight!"

[Gusty]

Duskflight

Halite dug his claws into the ground. The tom was exhausted. No, he was beyond that. He was physically and mentally drained. How much longer can I last? he wondered, shifting his eyes towards the crowd.

It was unfortunate, really. In the beginning, there was a glimmer of hope in the tomcat's eyes. There was a chance for the Syndicate to win and teach those good-for-nothing clan cats a lesson.

But by now, the tide had shifted. Halite could see between the lines; SkyClan had more support and strength. If he kept fighting, it would be a losing battle. But he had to keep fighting, didn't he? For his syndicate-mates. For glory, at least. Halite couldn't be a coward at this point of time, not after all he'd done.

The gray-pelted leader hunched over to a staggering pose. Not very dictator-like, as it easily revealed his insecurities and vulnerability, but it was what he had to do. His blue eyes twitched towards a rather familiar tabby pattern- one that he despised greatly.

"Ah, Grousestar." The words came out in scratchy, quiet rasps. Halite could've chosen to walk away from the SkyClan leader. He could have spared himself from future pain and misery. But he didn't.

Oh, the Dusk Syndicate, I hope I have not failed you too greatly...
All I wanted was to be a great Commander.

[Deerlie]

Death snarled. Blood dripped from his mouth. He lashed his tail and crept closer,
darts folded back. {Flameleaf, u can have the last blow to his neck or strike his chest in his heart!}

[goddess of ducks]

Nighty
Rainpebble snickered when she noticed the anger that flickered in the toms eyes, it made her joyous that she struck a nerve in the evil tom. She quirked an eye brow and grinned "Sure, whatever makes you sleep easier at night, not that I plan on letting you go alive." she giggled, which stopped once Singe stated the fact, she turned her silver hues upon the ex-leader, they blazed with anger and hatred, which was quickly replaced with amusement "That may be true, but just because they believe that Starclan doesn't exist doesn't mean that they don't believe they should fight and protect their clanmates." she purred, and it was true, she had many companions who didn't believe in Starclan, and they never plotted to overthrow Grousestar, infact they worked even harder to prove themselves to the rest of the clan. She knew that she shouldn't have picked this battle, but she saw the evil tom, and she couldn't just let him pad away unharmed, besides she had a bone to pick with that tom. She let her head lightly bump the ground benithe her, she looked relaxed, calm, she wouldn't mind dying right this moment, she knew that if she entered this fight she might not make it back out, but she didn't mind, she didn't care, she was fighting her hardest and she believed that she had fought enough for her clanmates.

When Singe dug his claws into her shoulder, and decided to twist a tad, her face was scrunched up in pain, she didn't cry out, she didn't plead for mercy. Although she was calm about her death she wouldn't mind getting in a claw or two before she passed. As she was lifting her paw images of her past apprentice flashed in her mind, the black coat and blazing icy blue hues. Was she really going to die in peace knowing that she'd be leaving Auroraflame behind? She still had so much to learn, she still had so much to teach, so many stories to tell to the young ones. Once she realized that she didn't really want to die she let out a loud snarl and clawed the side of the ex-leaders face and kicked the toms back legs, making the larger fall ontop of the elder. The odds were in her favor now.

Sweetpaw barely held back a triumphant yowl as he hit the molly harder than planed, propelling her back. Within that short time period he quickly, but clumsly, picked himself up and crouched down into a hunting position. He had spotted a few other warriors hunting and realized that it looked a lot like fighting, and hunting was the only thing his mentor had taught him do far. So of course as his only survival instinct he decided that he would hunt the molly. As she flung herself forward he spotted a slight advantage, she was off the ground, it was a very slim chance but if he was able to preform it then he may give himself an advantage in the battle. Everything went slowly, his movements sluggish, Amya seemed to slowly glide in the air. In this time frame the cream colored apprentice lunged forward, his stomach brushing the ground, getting scratched by a twig. As the molly was about to land the apprentice stood up straight as quickly as possible, straightening his legs. Everything was normal speed, there were two things that could happen, she could either go flying forward, or she could attach herself to his back and claw at his sides. He prayed to starclan that he would survive his plan.


Singe smiled as he watched her. He didn't care if a cat went out quietly, or kicking and screaming. Either way he could kill, he just preferred when they fought back. It made it more interesting and exciting to do. See, this was why he felt at home in the Syndicate, because they had his beliefs, they had no problem killing. It was a perfect place for him, and most cats appealed to him. He also got the added bonus of living right next to his sworn enemies, fun right? Not. And now here they were again, here to screw up his seemingly perfect life. He was happy, finally over his defeat in Windclan and now here they were to screw it up again. Great. He was distracted, so angry over them being here that he wasn't paying attention, and he landed into of her, belly pressed to hers. It was an awkward position, yes, but he didn't mind. He let his large frame and heavy weight crush the old feline. She wanted to fight, he knew that in a way she would be frail, even if her temper and claws showed otherwise. He then, slowly pushed himself up, using her as the ground, pushing against her chest. "Now what was that for darling?" He asked, slyly, his claws extending again. "Do you really think you can beat me? I may be broken, but the bondage I've used to put myself back together is only making me stronger. I learned my mistake form last time." He paused, leaning closer to her face, pale yellow eyes narrowed to the thinnest black stripe. "Never let you enemy break you. Never let the enemy get away. End them befor they end you. My enemy is Skyclan. You are Skyclan. You don't stand a chance."


Amya was a tough one, never giving up too easily. She was too stubborn a dn independent for that. She knew that it was a long shot with the jump, her stocky frame didn't allow for perfect, seem less and graceful leaps through the air. Her stump of a tail didn't allow for that either. She saw the apprentice dart forward, but when you're mid jump there is absolutely nothing you can do about it. His back hit her stomach hard, forcing the air from her lungs. She coughed,m but scrabbled against his back, clawing to stay in, which only tugged at her claws, making them sore. At the speed she was going, her claws has been slightly torn, and one was bleeding. Her paws stung now, from pain. Not as much as the open wound in her shoulder though. She slipped off his back and to the ground where she rolled over a few times, chest heaving as she fought to regain her breath. Good move Skyclanner, but she wasn't giving up too easily.



Mercury let out a hiss of both disappointment and satisfaction as her claws came away with a couple tufts of the other cats fur. Mercury paused for just a heartbeat, tearing the fur from her claws and spitting it out on the ground, which was now splotched with more blood than usual because of the battle. She stood up at her full height, and because both her parents were somewhat large cats, that was quite tall. She growled back tauntingly, waving the tip of her tail. “Oh, and what's an ickle wittle kittypet like you gonna do about it?” the silver and white tabby sneered, her voice becoming deadly soft and eyes burning with rage. Rage that this weakling dare storm into her home, attack her, and then get made when a little fur starts flying. It made no sense to Mercury, and she in her thought, she hadn't been paying much attention. It was more of a surprise as suddenly claws sank into her shoulder, drawing blood. Maddened, the young cat lunged, teeth bared. She turned, aiming to kick out with both hindlegs and land a nasty blow at the other cat's chest. It was a risky move, but effective if it landed.


Chirppaw knew she was outsmarted. She knew that right as the blow landed on her chest. She was kicked backwards, sprawling across the ground. She was breathing deeply. For the first time that she could remember, she was scared. She couldn't fight this cat. She didn't want to die either, and from what she knew about the Ayndicate, they were know for being murderous. They were know for being merciless, ruthless, and cold. She didn't want to die at one of the Syndicate cats' claws. It wasn't the way she wanted to go, nor was it the time when she wanted to go. She was only a moon or so into training. She had so much more to learn. She had so many more cats to meet, more cats to impress, like Auroraflame. The thought of the deputy seeing her after the fight, battle worn, but victories, it was giving her strength. She was beer much a show off, and a people pleaser. She needed to show Auroraflame that she was a good warrior. She rolled to her paws, I sheathing her claws. She had to prove she was great! Giving a furious yowl, she lunged, ducking at the last moment aiming to go down under the Syndicate cat. Maybe there she could work up some damage.

[BEAR.]

[ The battle has concluded. A duel between Grousestar and Halite has resulted in Halite's defeat, and the Dusk Syndicate has surrendered. SkyClan has returned home, and the Dusk Syndicate is left to tend to their wounds and bury their dead. ]