No way. No. She couldn't believe this. Mouth open in shock, she froze as she stared at the chaos surrounding her. Fear was an unknown factor, yes, this was something else. White hot hatred, burning through her mind and making her skin feel hot. She didn't care about Sunkissed Creek, it had never been important to her, but the idea that these froglike excuses for cats could just waltz in here and take what they wanted disgusted her. The losses had been even last time, five on five, but this time, she was determined to change that. Most of the ones she'd trusted had disappeared or died, but she'd fight for their memories, fight for them and the ones who were left. No one was allowed to hurt her family. Not Pebs or Hazel or Wolfie or even Goldenpaw. Not a claw, they would not take the creek and they wouldn't get to the kreachers.
Paws hit her shoulder and she fell to the side, tumbling across the grass and standing up to stare at a younger tom. She leaped back towards him, keeping close to the ground as she lashed a paw at his chest and one to hopefully hook his leg.
Darkfall’s paws had connected with the body of another cat, but immediately after the she-cat’s form came dashing towards him, aiming at his chest and paws. He was familiar with this move, having practiced a similar one to the point of mastery. The large tom attempted to back away but stumbled a bit in the process as his left leg was caught. How dare this Thunderclanner attempt to use catch him unawares with his own move? Rage began to bubble within him. What was he getting so mad for? It’s not like he was the only one who could use a certain technique.
Quickly getting to his feet, Darkfall took a closer look at the warrior in front of him. White with tabby markings, and red splotches… His expression hardened as he realized where he had seen this cat before. He could still vividly remember the body, slick with blood, lying limp within her jaws. Four moons prior, this very same cat in front of him at put an end to one of his clanmates on their border. Within him, the rage that had merely begun to boil was now a raging inferno. ”You,” he said in a snarl, cold blue eyes narrowing into slits ”You’re the one who killed Thornclaw!” Now. Now he was going to get his revenge. The battle around him seemed to quiet down, and his mind went blank except for the thought of killing the cat in front of him.
’StarClan watch over my paws and help me avenge my fallen clanmate’
”Try not to disappoint me,” He spat angrily before quickly making his approach. Though fueled by anger, Darkfall was no fool. He knew better than to just charge in without a plan and would try to take advantage of his larger-than-average stature in order to overwhelm the ThunderClan warrior. As he neared Foxflurry, he threw his large left paw out towards her legs as a feint before withdrawing it. Like an adder, he struck at her shoulder with all of his strength with his right paw. Should she duck as he found was common, he hoped to land a blow on her head but in all honesty, he just aimed to knock her off balance.
[ I hope I described Foxflurry properly haha ]
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「❀」 THE MENACE 「❀」 ╰► ASTERDANCE they | them ✿ fluffy brown cat with darker brown flecks and a stubbed tail; orange eyes ✿
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Muscles rippled underneath their chestnut brown fur, large paws slamming against the sandy gravel. The battle was far from unexpected; after the tension with ShadowClan, it had been boiling over. It had only been time. Asterdance's regrets still swirled in their chest, a deep and ugly feeling. Something they couldn't bury, because even if it was ShadowClan, they still took a life. Nonetheless, ThunderClan needed them. If they were a Keeper, a Warrior, they would protect their home. Their apprentices, their family.
They charged into battle with a loud war cry, the back of their fur bristling. Claws unsheathed, orange eyes taking a quick survey of the scene rolled out in front of them. Asterdance had been slightly late to the battle, caught up in their rising panic, but they were here. They couldn't spot the previous black furred warrior they had fought with. Bumblestar and Dawnstar were battling, and they hadn't seen any of their siblings. At least, Ripplepaw should be home.
Without another delay, they leapt at a nearby ShadowClan warrior and attempted to tackle them to the ground.
「❀」 THE MENACE 「❀」 ╰► ASTERDANCE they | them ✿ fluffy brown cat with darker brown flecks and a stubbed tail; orange eyes ✿
ೃ⁀➷ open to shc warriors !
Muscles rippled underneath their chestnut brown fur, large paws slamming against the sandy gravel. The battle was far from unexpected; after the tension with ShadowClan, it had been boiling over. It had only been time. Asterdance's regrets still swirled in their chest, a deep and ugly feeling. Something they couldn't bury, because even if it was ShadowClan, they still took a life. Nonetheless, ThunderClan needed them. If they were a Keeper, a Warrior, they would protect their home. Their apprentices, their family.
They charged into battle with a loud war cry, the back of their fur bristling. Claws unsheathed, orange eyes taking a quick survey of the scene rolled out in front of them. Asterdance had been slightly late to the battle, caught up in their rising panic, but they were here. They couldn't spot the previous black furred warrior they had fought with. Bumblestar and Dawnstar were battling, and they hadn't seen any of their siblings. At least, Ripplepaw should be home.
Without another delay, they leapt at a nearby ShadowClan warrior and attempted to tackle them to the ground.
Froststorm
He could feel his fur bristling with tension for the whole trek from the camp. There was going to be a battle, blood was going to spill. He could feel the excitement in the air of the other ShadowClan cats, this is what they lived for, but there was also fear and negativity that came with the prospect of pain and death, from himself included, because who knew how far this could go. The large battle patrol paused at the old border, waiting for Dawnstar to give them the signal. When it came, the grey-and-brown warrior rolled his shoulders to loosen them, then set out to help mark the new border. He felt his ears pricking, listening for the first signs of ThunderClan retaliation.
They came fast and strong. Battle calls and screeches sprung up instantly as the two forces converged. Dawnstar and Bumblestar went straight at each-other's throats. Froststorm crouched in the shadows, icy eyes flickering as he picked out a cat to attack. Rushing forward, but was attacked by a different cat from the side. It was unexpected, but he let his battle instincts kick in, letting his legs go limp and himself be thrown to the ground. Hopefully his opponent's own momentum would throw them off him and give him time to get back up. He felt the breath get knocked out of him as his side hit the hard ground, fought to drag it back in.
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"And that, my friends, is how a revolution dies." - Haymitch
Man, this dude just wouldn’t quit. Tansywing was so done with this fight; she wasn’t about to run, but this tom was incredibly annoying. Still, he’d managed to do some damage to her, and she didn’t want to risk getting injured any worse. It was time to end this. As the tom streaked towards her, she deftly slipped underneath him and slashed at his exposed belly, hoping to slice it open and, if not kill him, render him incapacitated. The only bad thing about this move was if she didn’t beat him with this one slash, he would land on top of her. She had to take the risk, though.
It all happened so fast. One moment Shade was flying through the air towards the Thundeclan warrior, and the next, claws were snagging into the flesh and fur on his chest. He felt them rake down, leaving fiery grooves in his body before collapsing on top of the molly. No. No, no, no. This was not happening. It was one thing to be an apprentice and lose to your mentor in a sparring match. But to a cat from a clan as low as Thunderclan. Of all the clans, Thunderclan! OH, HELL TO THE NO!!! He pushed himself up to his feet, ignoring the pain flaring through his shoulder as he did so. Blood dripped profusely from Shadefrost’s chest, and he couldn’t walk on all four paws without biting back a grunt of pain, not to mention the fact that he was running pretty low on stamina, it seemed. How did a night that was supposed to be fun turn into this… this mess. Keeping an eye on his opponent, the blue-eyed tom held up a paw, ”Just give me one second,’ he said with a tiny smile, understanding just how unnatural the request was at a time like this. Shadefrost bent his head down and began to lick at the newly inflicted wound on his chest. Yeah it was bad, not “you’ll bleed out in a matter of minuets” bad. But it was bad all the same. He released a silent sigh, before looking back towards the molly. He should leave. It was clear that he was in no good shape to keep fighting, and this cat was good enough to actually get him to a point where he was having doubts about brawling her any longer. I mean like this was literally the closest he’d ever come to dying in a fight. ACTUALLY DYING!!! LIKE GOING TO THE DARK FOREST AND HAVING TO SUFFER FOR ALL THE THINGS HE”S DONE!!! And despite Shadefrost took another battle stance, this time fighting through the pain to stand on all four paws. This stance was more suited for attacking and defending, though he’d definitely be attacking. He brought his tail up to rest over his head, as if he were a scorpion, took a deep breath and fixed the molly with his cheery Cheshire grin. Because not only was this the closest he’d ever been to death, but this was the most fun the Shadowclanner had ever had in his life, and he’d be damned if he backed out now. ”You know, he said tiredly, ”I never got your name."
(Sorry for the late reply)
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The fifteen-moon-old apprentice had been toward the back of the ThunderClan battle patrol, her tail lashing as she paced back in forth. Instead of blindly jumping into the fray, she scanned the fighting cats to see if there was anyone vulnerable who she could take on.
There! Dropping into a crouch, she slunk around, dodging the hissing and spitting cats locked in battle to lunge at Starlingpaw's side, claws oustretched as she aimed to knock the other apprentice off her paws.
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The sudden approach of a ThunderClanner had Starlingpaw's head whipping around to face their opponent. Dropping into a quick roll, Starlingpaw managed to avoid most of Hazelpaw's blow, except for a minute scratch that landed on her flank. Hissing softly, but grateful that they'd not been hurt too much, the lanky feline performed a move of their own; lunging forward to bring their paw up in the air and then bring it back down hopefully on Hazelpaw's forehead.
ThunderClan A Beautiful tortoiseshell she-cat with Green eyes.
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Feat. FrogPaw! (Since some are wondering where she is!)
There was fear in her gaze as she hissed. The beautiful mollie didn’t want to fight, and only came to support the medicine cats to the best of her abilities. She had told a certain frog-like she-cat to remain behind… So FrogPaw was helping in camp, organizing moss and herbs for injured cats…
But this isn’t about FrogPaw, this was about MallowHeart… Her gaze met with DeadFeather… “Go away, I mean no trouble.” She began to back away with fear in her gentle green eyes… She wasn’t strong, she could fight… She was terrified.
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It all happened so fast. One moment Shade was flying through the air towards the Thundeclan warrior, and the next, claws were snagging into the flesh and fur on his chest. He felt them rake down, leaving fiery grooves in his body before collapsing on top of the molly. No. No, no, no. This was not happening. It was one thing to be an apprentice and lose to your mentor in a sparring match. But to a cat from a clan as low as Thunderclan. Of all the clans, Thunderclan! OH, HELL TO THE NO!!! He pushed himself up to his feet, ignoring the pain flaring through his shoulder as he did so. Blood dripped profusely from Shadefrost’s chest, and he couldn’t walk on all four paws without biting back a grunt of pain, not to mention the fact that he was running pretty low on stamina, it seemed. How did a night that was supposed to be fun turn into this… this mess. Keeping an eye on his opponent, the blue-eyed tom held up a paw, ”Just give me one second,’ he said with a tiny smile, understanding just how unnatural the request was at a time like this. Shadefrost bent his head down and began to lick at the newly inflicted wound on his chest. Yeah it was bad, not “you’ll bleed out in a matter of minuets” bad. But it was bad all the same. He released a silent sigh, before looking back towards the molly. He should leave. It was clear that he was in no good shape to keep fighting, and this cat was good enough to actually get him to a point where he was having doubts about brawling her any longer. I mean like this was literally the closest he’d ever come to dying in a fight. ACTUALLY DYING!!! LIKE GOING TO THE DARK FOREST AND HAVING TO SUFFER FOR ALL THE THINGS HE”S DONE!!! And despite Shadefrost took another battle stance, this time fighting through the pain to stand on all four paws. This stance was more suited for attacking and defending, though he’d definitely be attacking. He brought his tail up to rest over his head, as if he were a scorpion, took a deep breath and fixed the molly with his cheery Cheshire grin. Because not only was this the closest he’d ever been to death, but this was the most fun the Shadowclanner had ever had in his life, and he’d be damned if he backed out now. ”You know, he said tiredly, ”I never got your name."
(Sorry for the late reply)
It had worked. Oh, thank StarClan it had worked. Tansywing, in one slash, cut open the tom’s chest and raked her claws down his body. He collapsed on top of her, but he was too injured to use this to his advantage. He got up and she sprang backwards, panting heavily. This was the hardest fight she’d had in moons, but StarClan knows she needed it. Her face stung and the deep gash on her flank sent bolts of pain through her whenever she breathed. She didn’t care, though. She had won! She had beat the vicious ShadowClanner and- wait… what? Tansywing’s tail fluffed up in surprise as her opponent assumed another battle stance, seemingly at the ready to attack. How was he still up? Why wasn’t he running? She really didn’t want to have to kill a cat if she didn’t have to; as horrible as this cat was, he didn’t deserve to die. At least, not to her knowledge. Tansywing bristled as he smiled at her, cocking his head coyly. Who did this cat think he was? “On normal circumstances I would never tell an enemy my name, but so you can always remember your defeat by a Thunderclanner, I will tell you mine.”
She narrowed her eyes, hate blazing in their fiery depths. “My name is Tansywing, and I will not hesitate to kill you.” The last part was a bluff; she would kill him if absolutely necessary, but it would certainly involve hesitation and regrets. He didn’t need to know that, though. “I give you one last chance to turn your stinky, Shadowclan tail around and run back to your measly camp before I kill you. You won’t win in that state.”
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The headbutt landed, almost knocking the ywllow tom down, thought Sunleap just managed to catch his footing.
The dark she-cat grinnedcas she managed to hit her opponent. "Run back to camp, thunder-mouse, or you might get hurt!" she jeered, swiping with her paw, aiming to claw the tom's face.
Larkfire
She/Her | ft. Turtlesun | Shadow Fiend Purrk Inactive
It was probably about time Larkfire stepped into the fight. Technically, she had stepped into it already, claws raking across the retreating flank of a ThunderClanner who'd proclaimed himself by the name of Turtlesun when he'd challenged her. He'd yelled something about vowing to defeat her and then - he'd turned and run off when she'd nearly killed him with a claw tearing through his throat.
Larkfire had followed the tom until he reached the outer-corner of the battle.. and then, well, she'd let his suffering end. There had been no way he would have ever healed from a wound like that. So now she was back in the midst of the fight, opponentless and entirely open to one.
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Rosepaw thought violence was horrible and deep and atrocious and emotional. Roseraven knew violence was just a thing the clans did. She would never encourage invasions or murders of both clanmates and others, but defence was different, especially when you didn't kill anyone. There was basically a consensual agreement among the clans that invasion warranted some slapping around. It was shallow and pointless like everything else in their stagnant society that refused progress and ran from it like greencough. Young Rosepaw had tried to take the high road and tried to use words. Of course, nobody listened. The only thing the clans respected was strength. But Rosepaw wasn't strong. Neither was Roseraven. But she was angry and numb.
The small tabby mercilessly launched herself another warrior, claws aiming for the side of her stomach.
Re: Sunkissed Creek
