the large molly sat on the edge of the camp she tried to look calm but Fuzzrush could feel her for pricking. As the two apprentices began to fight she scowled at everything that was happening. The new moon had an erie fee, and she didn’t like it the smallest bit.
[OPEN]
(Only injuries nothing fatal)

Originally Posted by Browneyedfox (Post 588194) “Oh, why thank you!” Said Lightpaw, panting slightly. She reared up, claws aimed for his face and neck, teeth bared.

"ANY TIME!" Skunkpaw screeched, leaping back to avoid the blow. Blood dripped down his face, making the soil moist. Skunkpaw leaped off of a giant boulder, and onto Lightpaw's back, and tried to scratch her neck.

(fine by me, as long as he doesn't die!)

Passionstar went through processes as to try and mediate everything. He tried to bring peace among the fighting clans, this civil war was ridiculous and beyond redundant in his opinion. The first process was talking things out. Try to raise your voice for everyone to hear and solve the problem to eliminate an uprising war. If that didn’t work, the next process was breaking it up. If cats didn’t listen, then it was time to take action and pull them apart before more conflict arose. If that didn’t work, the next step was listening to both sides. Try to find out why things were getting out of hand and see if there was a solution to the problem. However, if everything was loss, and violence was brought forward, then Passionstar knew it was time to fight. He couldn’t get through to his warriors, which he didn’t understand why they were being impishly troublesome. The tom always had patience, but when everyone was virtually ignoring him, it set off the ticking bomb into a force to be reckoned with. His golden-green orbs dazzled with abundant desire to be fierce and just throw himself into the fray. Passionstar never had a second thought when it came to war. This was his clan, his cats, he should had took precautions and thought more maturely, but when cats didn’t want to listen, then action was the next best action to take.

[ OPEN, to more than a few responses. I’m debating on if I want Passion to lose one of his lives but I just don’t know which cat I want to take it.)

Tallmarsh grunted as she was thrown forward and off of the large molly. She hit the ground hard on her side, but quickly scrambled to her feet. Her pelt dusty and tangled on one side, the medicine cat crouched in a defensive position as she caught her breath. "Honestly, I thought you were someone else," she huffed, a bemused expression on her face. She had thought that Fuzzrush was Passionstar. With all of the excitement of the battle, and her being caught up in her own thoughts, she hadn't even scented that she had the wrong cat. No matter, though. She would just have to go through this warrior to get to the leader. Her green eyes were steely; she hid her emotions well. "I'm sorry, warrior. I'm doing this for the good of our Clan." She rushed at the molly again, this time seeming to go for the warrior's legs with a dropped shoulder.

Originally Posted by Fuzzyfeline (Post 588634) Minkpaw's breath came fast and shallow she was terrified. She had to fight against her Clanmates, Nightclaw said this was the only way she'd be strong. Her Clanmates didn't care for her anyway, she felt like an outsider,everyone she cares about dies! Hurting her Clan made her stomach clinch but she had no choice. It's my fault, Nightclaw said I had poetical, and he trained me so I wouldn't just be a worthless apprentice but I don't want to hurt anyone. The small apprentice ran towards the closest Clanmate, the battle has already begun so picking out a cat that wasn't on the Dark Forest 's side was harder but she managed. Silent as a mouse the brown gray molly caught with herself. If this was the right thing why did it feel so bad? {Open, won't die, needs convinced that the DF is wrong} Amber eyes laced with surprise Honeyflower sprinted out of the Warriors den. Her Clanmate fighting each other, had they gone mad? When Snowstar welcomed her into ThunderClan she was informed that you never turned your back on your Clan. Never! These cats where betraying everything they lived for. The thought made her hiss. If this was done cats way of getting attention they where extremely stupid. Tail lashing the ginger and white warrior plunged into battle. She didn't want to attack first worried she might get a Clanmate who wasn't insane. Honeyflower hated this but her claws itched to just put a stop to this, fighting for what she had. ThunderClan. Her friends where here and the cats that she held dear. She was going to fight for them and for herself, that was a new thought. Fighting for herself wasn't something she did, even as a loner. {Open, no fatal injuries she had good fighting skills, isn't willing to kill unless theirs a really good reason}