Stonetail yowled he heard the attack coming and dodged to the left but the cats claws still nicked him he grunted in pain he turned towards the warrior and scowled they were a fair match it seemed he was a experienced warrior and this cat gave him the impression he was the same he knew he didn’t have to hold back he launched at the cat aiming for their ears
Garlic Feather
Purrks; Just a scratch| Beefed up tier 3|
He-Him { River Clan } Warrior
Frustration burst upon GarlicFeather as he only managed to catch a nick on the cat, his powerful attack dodged. Skidding on his paws with a slight fumble at the sudden stop, his gaze locked onto the opposing warrior with sheer fury and bloodthirst swirling around in his narrowed gaze. Wasting no time, he let out a yelp as his ears were stricken, a brush of pain rippled over his ears as he tried to once more throw his weight at the cat, now with a more direct path he was sure it would be a guaranteed hit, with that confidence he outstretched his claws and pushed forward his attempt to knock them over and strike at their face. GarlicFeather hoped he wouldn’t be left in the grizzly face of failure twice.
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29 Moons || RiverClan Lionheart|| He/Him
Beefed Up Tier 1 || . . .
The Gentle Giant[INDENT]
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Pure chaos.
Those were the only words to describe what was happening to the RiverClan camp right now.
Everyone was just having a normal day, doing their activities, sunning themselves and whatnot. No one would've expected the invasion today - right now. And for that they were fools. No, Bearsnout was a fool. He should've been more prepared. He should've been prepared. He shouldn't have been so lazy to be sunning himself in the Clearing, oblivious to the grave danger lurking in their territory. He should've been out hunting like usual. Then he could've alerted the rest of the Clan. But now wasn't a time to dwell on the past. He couldn't stop what had already begun. He could only move forward.
It seemed like most had already found a sparring partner, and while Bearsnout was angry as hell that they'd been invaded by all three Clans, he knew that Fadingsun had warned them. He was expecting ShadowClan because of that Lionheart meeting, where Dusklion made them aware of the alliance. But ThunderClan too?! Bumblestar. That dirty little rat! No. She wasn't a rat. She was an ass. She just loved invading RiverClan over and over. Must be a hobby for her or something. He knew he shouldn't be cursing, even in his mind, but he was too angry to care. Too angry to even say a prayer for forgiveness.
He needed to calm down. Most cats were rushing into battle. He took a deep breath. He was always an optimist. But now... He wasn't so sure if even StarClan could save them. The best he could do was head down to the nursery to begin defending it. Who knew what the scum from the other Clans would attempt? Only time would tell.
There was a tiny kitten that'd positioned herself in front of the nursery. He'd watched the way she'd puffed herself up to hide her fear. He'd always loved kits. It brought the ghost of a smile to his gruff expression at the sight, making his features soften slightly. He approached Salamanderkit. He needed to take a breath. He didn't want to scare her. He was a big Maine coon, and if he looked all ticked off it would probably be a scary sight.
"Hey there, brave little warrior. You're doing a great job protecting the nursery for us. But I can go ahead and take it from here now. You don't have to worry 'bout protecting the others. I won't let any of the others get past me." He spoke gently, offering a grin as he stepped to stand in front of Salamanderkit. His massive stature blocked a lot of the view of the battle from the nursery. The kits didn't need to witness this.
He turned back to all the rest of the kits. "Everyone's gonna be fine! I'm here to protect ya! And Dapplewing too." The Lionheart meowed, with a nod to the other warrior.
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YOU LOOK LIKE YOU'VE SWALLOWED THE SUN
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SALAMANDERKIT . 1 MOON . SHE/HER . RIVERCLAN
Salamanderkit spits reflexively, not realizing that Bearsnout is a friend at first. He's one of the biggest cats she's ever clapped eyes on, and that's a pretty alarming 'first' to have in the midde of a home invasion. Luckily she bounces back quickly; Bearsnout's gentle tone is a great help. She appreciates that someone is here to acknowledge how brave she's being about all this because it is very hard work. As the warrior steps into place with one who'd already come to help, Salamanderkit loosens her stiff-legged tiptoe just a bit. Her feet were getting sore like that.
"You can't let them get us!" Salamanderkit commands this, like she thinks can wrest control of the situation if she's the one giving orders. She doesn't argue, though. Doesn't try to do anything rash, like muscle her way past and fling herself under the paws of some stranger. Now, in her daydreams, Salamanderkit bowls right out into that clearing and starts taking 'em all out at the knees and nobody can stop her, nobody can even touch her because she's just too fast and too furious. It's awesome. It's profound. It's the coolest thing anyone's ever seen.
In the dismal present, though, her soft little legs are barely holding her up and, stars, is it nice to have some big strong warriors to hide behind—especially when one might very well be the biggest and strongest of them all (she'll have to confirm this at a later date). Salamanderkit's too busy trying not to have an accident right now but if she were in a more focused state she'd be seething with envy. What she does manage to be upset about, though, is no longer having any way to watch. It's not that she wants to, really, but...
Brokenstream's somewhere out there, isn't he?
"Are we winning yet?" She pipes up, expecting a full play-by-play as she bequeaths her fun little fantasy unto her older brother, instead. Surely Brokenstream is out there doing crazy stunts on them and it's just a matter of time 'til the monsters beat a hasty retreat. In fact, she bets all the ruckus is just him decimating all those fools all by himself, which is why this big warrior blocking the view is over hanging out with the kits and queens instead of grabbing a piece of the action. There are no pieces to be had, because Brokenstream has them all.
The logic is sound, to Salamanderkit. She just needs it confirmed.
「♚」 THE SIN-EATER; RIVERCLAN「♚」 ╰► WORMBITE he | him X heavily scarred tall & malnourished black tom with white speckles; cloudy amber eyes. his left ear is half torn off and he walks with a limp; has a few black nailcaps on X
content + interaction warning : this character frequently explores themes of mental health, complex trauma, and abuse
THE SOUNDS OF WAR WAS WHAT AWOKE HIM. he slept in the trees, could not be on the ground; it never felt safe anymore. (it never was) his eyes snapped open at the first command to attack. the scent of shadowclan, windclan, thunderclan - it was all overwhelming, washing over like a tidal wave and causing his stomach to churn uncomfortably. the adrenaline raced through his veins as he scampered down the tree, cloudy eyes open with a look akin to a predator.
there was something freeing in having little to tie you down. there would be no cats to weep over wormbite. it was only him & his desire to protect riverclan. to ensure their greatness. which was why he thought it was bloody pathetic that windclan had to take such low measures. a part of him had trouble following the wrongs & the rights of the situation; there had been so many details he had missed, some he was sure he was still missing but this was not a mere battle but a bloodbath. one singular clan could not fight against three. wormbite had never even thought he would see the day dawnstar & twilightstar cooperated. however, all the morality did not matter to him either way. he would make them all bleed dry if it meant riverclan could continue to stay afloat.
his bone cracked whilst he moved and he knew he was far from being in his finest shape. having residing in riverclan once more for less than a week he surely doubted his attempts would reign in the most success but that did not matter. as long as his claws ripped through their skin.
the scent of another clan - a trespasser - passed by him, paws slamming loudly against the ground to shake it. surely, a warrior - if any luck, a decent fight. wormbite licked his lips, his muscles becoming tense as he crouched down before pushing himself off the ground and leaping through the air. he had a general vague guess of where the stranger was from vibrations — but it was only that. he tried to outstretch his claws to sink into their back. if he was successful, his teeth would seek into their nape. where if he failed he would duck and roll instead, skidding away from the stranger before slipping into a defensive position.
Spiderthroat
He/Him || ThunderClan Deputy
Beefed Up Tier III || Just a Scratch || Hulk SMASH
[ 1st Fight || @/alec on deck! ]
Claws out, he gripped at the dirt below, wincing at the feeling of the sand and smaller pebbles shifting beneath his pawpads. Ears angled forwards, the tom himself was standing straight and tall. Potentially a head taller than those around him. He was ready to drive the scale kissers out. They've done nothing worth while. Nothing worth keeping them within the forest.
At Bumblestar's command, Spiderthroat went full send, whizzing around the back entrance to the camp, hopping and clambering up any obstacles in his way. Claws coming into contact with his first victim. Well more so his victim came into contact with him. Letting out a grunt as someone landed on his back. With no time to spare the deputy lunged up, standing full height on his two hind legs and went to slam himself to the ground. Aiming to body slam the stranger beneath him.
If the other managed to scuttle away, the Calico would land on his back and swiftly roll into a crouch, ready to lunge.
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When your hope is slowly dying
And your future's lost its rights
Raise up your bat and face the fright
Let's knock 'em dead into the night
Come follow me into the dark
He shook himself and stared down the warrior his blue eyes laced with fury and pure hate he wanted to get to the nursery with out a thunderclan fur brain in his way
"MOVE FUR BRAIN!" he hissed his fur prickled trying to get past them
Caveclaw didn't speak again.
She didn't have time to reason with cats who couldn't be reasoned with.
They yowled as claws raked their hairless chest.
Caveclaw leaped at Dovefluff, planning to tackle her and knock her over. A kill wasn't something she wanted, this cat was a mother.
She just needed to get rid of this interruption.
Dove wasn't foolish enough to think that her words had an impact on the RiverClanner, and this just added to her frustration, but she tried to keep her emotions under control the best she could. Tried.
The warrior was successful in pinning the Russian Blue mix down and Dove tried to claw at the cats belly to get her off, teeth gritted in determination.
Icehawk | Male [he/him] | 38 Moons | RiverClan
a large, long-haired silver tabby tom with jet-black markings and golden eyes
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the sounds of yowls and shrills sliced through icehawk's slumber, jolting the tomcat from his sleep. panic seared through his muscular frame as he scramble to his paws, his ears high atop his skull as sounds bombarded him from every direction. pain, anger, grief, fear - it devoured him, consumed him. with steadying breaths, icehawk bolted into the camp clearing - or, what had formerly been that. an open space, now nearly covered by the writhing bodies of battling cats.
the tang of blood smacked his nose so harshly the tomcat almost reeled. windclan and shadowclan scents came secondarily - and beneath it all, thunderclan. how was this possible? how was every clan in his camp right now?
half-stunned, the tomcat glanced around for a moment, before a growl ripped from his throat, his claws glinting as they unsheathed in the moonlight. his warrior training snapped over him, settling like cool, calm waters over his nerves. no. his clan needed him functional. his clan needed him to bleed right now.
and bleed he would.
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Would it be bad to say that something swelled within the young feline’s chest as Miss Grandmama called her forth to the fight; it was not a bad feeling, she could tell, quite the opposite. She had not been able to attend the last fight much to her dismay, she would have to make up for it during this one – to show her grandmother how far along she was coming, that she was worth the attention, not a waste of space. Her ear flicked. Still, there was a certain pressure. A pressure to perform, and perform well. She couldn’t mess this up. She had to succeed.
A warrior assessment… She was eight moons, nine within a few sunrises. She did not require additional motivators to fight beyond her limits in this battle, but if she could reach that… A warrior at nine moons. She could not achieve the rank at any older age, that wouldn’t do – she had to do right by her family’s name.
Sleepypaw’s paws twitched with anticipation as she gathered at Miss Grandmama’s side, shoving whatever nerves dared show their face right down. She couldn’t show it. She had to be strong. She had excel. Rules were given, ones she could abide by; no kits, elders or queens or medics – help the fallen (not of RiverClan) and, most all, she told herself, win.
Before long, they arrived on RiverClan territory. The scent of fish was strong, stronger than she remembered, and Sleepypaw’s nose briefly scrunched up against the stink. She eyed around herself, on guard, as she noted the amount of WindClanners and ThunderClanners all gathered to partake in this fight – a momentous occasion, if she dared think, of three clans fighting against one. The odds were uneven. But if Miss Grandmama agreed to this, then the reason had to be valid.
Twilightstar – she recalled the name – set off the attack. Sleepypaw did not budge, a split second looking at her grandmother as the older leader darted off, then so did Sleepypaw, right behind her.
Choas broke lose as RiverClan realised what was happening; claws met teeth and teeth bmet flesh as cats fought to defend their home, and the majority to chase them out. Sleepypaw navigated the battle field as though it were her home, running swiftly past those already fighting, her guard held up for those trying to launch themselves at her – a thrill ran through her veins, a thrill like she had never felt before.
An apprentice called the alarm, Sleepypaw did not like that. Eyes turned to slits and claws unsheathed, mind running over the lesson Yellowtwist had given her – she had found her target. She hid among the chaos of the fight, speeding closer with light-stepped paws, sound drowned out by the yowls of fear and anger around them as she rapidly sneaked close to Mousepaw. Her paw lifted high up – this one was around her age, around her size, she could tell – and unsheated claws aimed to thunder down on the apprentice’s head however hard she could, an intent to drag her claws from his head down his face in a furious blow.
Lichenpaw
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14 moons || she/her || WindClan apprentice || honed skill [INACTIVE] scrawny calico with one blind eye; blue eyes
On Twilightstar's call, Lichenpaw streaks forward, following behind her clan and rushing into the camp of the vermin. She may not be able to use her claws in this battle, but her teeth will work just fine instead.
[ OPEN TO A YOUNG RC WARRIOR OR AN OLDER APPRENTICE ]
Wrenpaw
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10 moons || she/her || RiverClan Apprentice || Silver Tongue medium furred silver smoke she-cat; blue eyes
All at once, a yowl filled the air and cats were streaking into RiverClan's camp and attacking. Wrenpaw could smell all different scents as she sat frozen for a mere moment. WindClan's heather and ShadowClan's swampy musk she'd been expecting. ThunderClan's rodent and oak in the mix was not something she was prepared for. Really?? All three clan's against one? Where was the honor in that? Wrenpaw meets the yowls with a fierce one of her own, seeing red as her clan is unfairly outnumbered. How dare they? How DARE they stoop so low? It's cowardly. It's vile.
She doesn't care for attacking warriors over apprentices and the ethics of that or whatever. She'll lay her claws on anyone - anyone - who is disparaging her clan. So, with a fierce yowl of rage and red in her vision, Wrenpaw lunges at the first cat she sees. She doesn't know their name and she doesn't much care to know it either, but she uses her large size and attempts to ram into their side and knock them over. Should she be successful, Wren will then attempt to pin them and rake a claw across their face.
~ Lioncrest of Thunderclan ~ Active Purrks: Beefed Up 2
As every step of his paws drew him further back towards Riverclan's camp, the large golden tom seemed to hone further and further into an almost meditative state. Tonight would be a night of recompense. A night of revenge. A night of well-deserved justice.
As his leader paused next to the other clans that had joined this fight, he allowed himself a small moment of reprieve from his mental preparations. Amber eyes glanced towards his mate with a low-burning fire and a low rumble of acknowledgement echoed from his chest as he brushed his tail along her back. "I love you too my star," he murmured, placing a steady press of his nose to her temple. "Watch your back."
He had seen his star in action. He knew she would give these mangy rouges hell when they began their assault. However, his moment of respite was cut shorter than he'd like with Twilightstar's call to war and B// umblestar's yowling charge.
Snapping back into his combat-ready form, the large golden warrior let out a roaring battle-cry of his own before charging after his mate into the fray and punching a wider gap through the brambles protecting the camp. Spotting an unoccupied Riverclan warrior, Lioncrest launched himself towards them with claws outstretched in an attempt to grapple them to the ground.
Redmire didn't know the full weight of what RiverClan had done to deserve this, but she didn't care in the moment. All she knew was that the other three Clans were currently invading her camp, and she needed to fight.
Twilightstar's shout roused her initially from her sleep, but it was Fadingsun's who sent her shooting out of the warriors' den. Chaos and blood painted the clearing. She barely got a glimpse of it before a massive force slammed into her and forced her to the ground.
A curse flew from her lips as her shoulder made painful contact. Teeth bared, Redmire tried to writhe underneath Lioncrest and lash out with her forepaws at his chest, face, and legs, hoping to hook and tear what she could reach.
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