🌊 A Debt Repaid 🌊

[Madelaine]

Originally Posted by Sacred

\\Accepted please do not kill him, he has an apprentice waiting impatiently to be trained (and doesn't know if he's here or not)//
Lightningstrike scanned the clearing- er- battleground for someone to sink his claws into. Someone to pay for what they did.

Scratch that, what the good-for-nothing Kestrelstar did.

Lightningstrike had considered attacking the star-cursed leader at first, but that would be toooooo risky.

Meh, maybe later.

Scanning once more, his eyes settled for an apprentice close by. He was charging... at him. (Can I do that?)

Duh.

His name literly related to Thunderclan 100%

Oh wait how could he know that-

Lightningstrike unseathed his claws, bracing for a impact.

Brightpaw perked his ears as he heard pawsteps coming at him. The warrior aged apprentice saw a Thunderclan tom run at him. He dodged to the side. The battle just started for him. There was no way he'd left himself get defeated this easily. His claws umseathed and ran at the tom head on, but then curved to the side. Brightpaw attempted to slash his claws into the toms side. He wanted to send his former clanmate running. He growled.

[-Ash-]

Ravenskip

Ravenskip’s eyes narrowed and she let out a menacing hiss. Her whiskers twitched in amusement at the warrior’s cries. Weak, the molly thought, a bit disgusted. ”Stop it?” she repeated, whiskers twitching as a smile - although a bit so nice one - formed on her face. Claws met her chest, drawing a bit of blood, but that didn’t matter. “I’m just finishing what you started!”

She let go of her ear, trying to scratchy the warriors face - specifically, her eyes. Oh you deserve a slow, painful death, Ravenskip thought maliciously. Unfortunately, I don’t have that kind of time. But she was still going to make it painful. She knew how soft some of her clan mates were, how they’d have pity on the RiverClan warrior and kill her quickly, or even let her go.

However, Ravenskip was no such cat.

// @spade

[panchiko]

Finally, some action around here. At least some of them had common sense.

She heard some cat speaking up to whoever Whitewolf was — she assumed that was the peace-keeping stinker — and was glad someone was saying it, even if it was an icky ThunderClanner. When she realized the cat who'd spoken up was the cat she'd leapt toward, she had a little 'oh!' moment. Though it lasted for only a split second, it was enough to distract her while they made their own move.

She felt a sting of pain as the cat retaliated with their claws, but she couldn't care less. Not even when she felt a small trickle of blood dripping from her fur. It was going to be annoying to have to wait for that to heal later, but physical pain was nothing compared to the emotional release she was going to get from beating up these nerds.

Spiderstorm hissed at them. Although she hadn't been quick enough to avoid the hit, at least she'd been able to leap at them and she could use that. Maybe. Her claws already unsheathed, she angled herself so that she could aim a hit at their belly.

// @Socks

[~Fierce~]

~Goldeneyes~

Not waiting for a sign from Whitewolf, Goldeneyes leaped into the fray of battle already forming, her ginger fur flying in the air and her golden eyes gleaming with what other people would see as sparkling eyes but it was rage and anger.

{Open. She's bigger than other cats, with the exception to big and muscular cats}

~Streampelt~

Reluctantly, Streampelt leaped towards the fray of the battle, aiming for a Thunderclan cat.

{Open. He has a phobia of blood}

~Fiercepaw~

Excitedly, with a mean glint in her eyes, she leaped into the fray of battle, unsheathing her claws in the process and aiming for a Thunderclan cat.

{Open}

[Nixey]

~Shadowheart~
Ah, her sights had set on one Riverclan cat she saw. She aimed for a Smokey grey tom, trying to barrel into him. She merely wanted to send the cat running, no serious injuries and no death unless it was necessary.
@~Fierceclaw~

[Socks]

// @hope // Goldendawn

All his other lazy peers were forgotten as his focus shifted to one of the many irritations who got to face his direct anger this morning. He felt his claws cut through the bengal's pelt, the action only offering some relief to the rage that had built up within him. His instinctual response to hearing the hiss was to hiss himself, though could you even call the gurgle sounding noise a hiss?

Claws clung into his pelt suddenly, even if he expected the injury it still stung like hell. However, it was times like these he was thankful for his extra belly weight providing a thicker layer to stop enemies from spilling his guts. His blood may have splattered the clearing's ground but at least his insides remained inside.

He spat out some half-hearted insults as a response to the pain, snapping his jaws towards the she-cats tail. Maybe he could rip it off if he tried hard enough.

[Mercury]

- Pearface -

[ @OhZeeWolf ]

Oh StarClan- the battle had finally begun.

All her life, Pearface had been participating in fights, skirmishes, and the like. She thought she loved the thrill of battling, but- watching so closely - waiting for a RiverClan cat to turn toward her, murder in their eyes? She had never felt so afraid.

With a lash of her tail, the ginger tabby glanced at her companion, green eyes darkening as she saw the older she-cat's face. Whitewolf's orders had been decidedly ignored, and Pearface was helpless to stop the raging battle initiated just in front of her. The least she could do was save the kits - right? Their lives, and the lives of the queens, would not be spent in vain. But- that wouldn't be enough. Cats would die tonight. There was effectively nothing else she could do to help the rest of her Clan - the cats they'd need in the coming moons. She was just some old, useless, decrepit foxheart, wasn't sh-

Pearface's gaze hardened. Oh, hell no. What was she even thinking? She had working claws and teeth, and she might as well be using them. Whipping around to face her commander, Pearface spat, "It's all gone to rot. What do you want me to do?" Instruction would keep her from doing the wrong thing. Whitewolf would know what to do - she always did. She would keep Pearface from screwing up too terribly. And keeping a brave face - that helped, strangely enough. Just tell me how I can help. Please.

[WarriorzFan]

"DEATH TO THE CLAN OF THUNDER!" Pikefluff boomed. He leapt into the fray, ready for battle, and for this time, he had been practicing. "KIIIII!!" He trilled as he bore down on an Unsuspecting Thundercat.

//open but if u join u may get killed\\

[panchiko]

Spiderstorm hissed louder in response to Goldendawn's... ' hiss.'

When her claws met flesh, an expression of satisfaction formed on her face. Spilling blood was beginning to feel therapeutic and that scared her. Not because she felt guilt or remorse or bad, but she never thought she'd feel enjoyment from someone else's pain. It was weird. Nevertheless, now was no time to start feeling, so Spiderstorm put her concerns aside.

As the ThunderClanner made a move towards her tail, Spiderstorm snapped to attention and turned her body away to prevent them from touching it. She'd prefer to keep her tail attached to her body, and if they got their stinky paws on it Spiderstorm wasn't sure it would.

Instead of launching her own rushed attack, Spiderstorm decided to take a step back and began to walk in a circular motion, waiting for Goldendawn to do something before she did.

// @Socks

[Zee]

[Whitewolf is closed for combat interaction; she is fighting Looncry]
[ @Socks ]
[ @Celeste ]
[ @Jay. ]

"The pleasantries have ended anyhow," Whitewolf said to Goldendawn after his little remark. Kestrelstar had decided to kill the first ThunderClan cat to come his way; this battle had begun and there was no use trying to end it anymore. Perhaps this was an excuse for Whitewolf to relieve her unease, but that didn't mean she wasn't infuriated with Kestrelstar's games. He wanted ThunderClan to initiate this attack so he could have something else to blame her clanmates for.

Well, there was a hefty price on that set of words and Whitewolf would make sure he remembered that. By not forgetting herself, of course. Icicleripple was frozen in place and giving the order to attack wasn't under her jurisdiction. Besides, the remainder of ThunderClan had gotten the point without her saying anything. Kestrelstar had resorted to attempting manipulation of her clanmate's emotion and that'd hardly made a difference with anyone; all of RiverClan would have to try harder than that if they wanted victory that badly.

"Find the nearest RiverClan cat who's not fighting and make them regret initiating this moronic quarrel." She looked to Peachface, having faith the she-cat would understand. But she had purposely spoken those words loudly enough that those nearby her would still hear them over the roar of battle. Those who'd thought Whitewolf was a peace-loving coward were wrong; she wanted what was best for her Clan and allowing Kestrelstar to manipulate their feelings and actions certainly wasn't it.

Holding out no longer, the hulking Warrior leapt to the nearest unoccupied RiverClan cat she could find. She had seen this cat before but no longer felt for him the last time she had. After all, engaging in this little fight was his decision. Why was she to care whether or not that would end him?

"If you're standing around, then find a RiverClan body and beat it until it collapses or flees!" Whitewolf shouted as she squared off in front of the skinny tom she'd chosen. Normally, she'd pick on someone her own size, but RiverClan seemed to lack them as a general population. Well...the ones that were available and had shown up to fight. Holding back and letting RiverClan leave had certainly been the better plan, but it was too late for that now. "Since we're already fighting, we might as well give this all we've got. It seems they don't intend any mercy."

As long as the ThunderClanners remained within the Warrior Code, Whitewolf had no more personal qualms with this. She'd already spotted Ravenskip tearing a RiverClan Warrior apart after she'd screamed for her to stop and that would meet Icicleripple's attention when this was all said and done.