[goddess of ducks]

Originally Posted by starfall

@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.

Originally Posted by Skelly

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.