Fallingpaws ear was half torn at this point but before he could finish the fight the Riverclan warrior fell he snorted and left the body behind
Fallingpaw turned away and ran back into the heat of the battle fur and blood was through out Riverclan camp even Fallingpaw had fur between his claws and teeth that he torn from the warrior before then and saw another warrior and ran off towards the Riverclan scum
Icetail-RiverClan Warrior-She/Her
When Icetail had been an apprentice-which was not that long ago-her mentor had prioritized stealthly and suprise strikes using unusal tactics. It was thanks to this training and the daily indoctrination of such ideas into her head that had kept her relatively uninjured for most of the battle. Unfortunately, however, her luck had run out. Ahead of her, approaching quickly, was another cat. He certainly wasn't RiverClan, which meant he was an enemy. Retreat into the shadows would be impossible; he had already spotted her and was not disoriented enough for her to slip away.
The cat she was facing couldn't have been very old, and certainly an apprentice, but he was almost as large as she was, and his wounded ear added to his dangerous appearance. Seeing no other alternative but combat, she crouched slightly, flattening her ears and hissing at the tom. Her short black fur bristled, and the white tip of her tail flicked back and forth. She advanced slowly, willing her opponent to pounce.
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"We shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets…we will never surrender."-Winston Churchill
For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten son, so that whoever believes in Him may not perish, but have eternal life.-John 3:16
BeetleJuice ran into the Riverclan camp, looking around, their tail swaying excitedly.
Bugs gaze locked in on a cat by the nursery. Aha!
It ran over, attempting to body slam DuskLeaf, yowling
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BeetleJuice rolled an 11 to hit!
Duskleaf
19 Moons | He/Him | No purrks
RiverClan Lionheart
Duskleaf had been guarding the nursery, his eyes fixed on the ongoing battle as his clanmates fought to defend from the three clans attacking. He was too distracted to spot a an enemy warrior approaching him from the side, out of nowhere a ShadowClan warrior flew at him with a loud yowl, Duskleaf turned his head to see and immediately tried to jump out of the way, but BeetleJuice crashed into him and knocked him off balance, Duskleaf stood up and tried to whack BeetleJuice in the face.
[Duskleaf rolled a 2 — this isn’t going so well for him!]
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Sinatra was swingin'
All the drunks they were singin'
We kissed on a corner then danced through the night
The boys of the NYPD choir were singin' Galway Bay
And the bells were ringin' out for Christmas Day!
Winterpaw felt his claws slide easily through her flesh, fresh blood spilling onto his snowy white paws. He quickly got back on his feet, two of which now a bright red, but it didn't do anything to stop his opponent as she tried to attack him yet again- this time across his chest. Like the mink. Like Crowtooth.
Winterpaw had trained for this. He wasn't going back to Lightningstorm with the same wound twice.
(winterpaw rolled a 17!)
The apprentice dodged to the side in a flash, sending the enemy careening and uselessly swiping a paw where he stood moments ago. Winterpaw quickly circled around and aimed to rake his claws into her side, likely causing a long, deep tear if the blow landed.
Wrenpaw
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94/100
10 moons || she/her || RiverClan Apprentice || Silver Tongue medium furred silver smoke she-cat; blue eyes
[wren rolled a 15 to dodge]
Crafty little rabbit, Wren spat in her mind, muzzle drawn back in a snarl as the cat under her paws managed to wiggle away yet again. She's a good fighter, she knows she is, but so far the only hit she'd managed to get on this cat was one when she had the element of surprise. It's annoying. It's frustrating. But then Wren get's a good break and manages to keep facing her opponent and anticipated the attack coming her way so she managed to avoid it.
Now it was her turn again. Putting on a burst of speed, Wren tries to use her large size to ram into Winterpaw and send her sprawling to the rocky ground where she can try and tear at her stomach the same way the white apprentice did to her.
Fishscale got slammed into.. HARD. A loud crack. The huge cat lost his balance, Fishscale dug his claws into the dirt, regaining his balance. He bared his teeth at the.. Apprentice? A apprentice?! He was not having any of this. Fishscale lashed his tail, waiting for the other cat to make another move. If he could run off one cat, why not another cat? He didn't want to be overly confident though, this apprentice was big enough to shove HIM. He is VERY weary of them.
->> rookpaw <<-
[ they/she | shadowclan | 15moons | purrks ]
a scarred dark blueish grey cat with minimal white markings and grey eyes
rookpaws shoulder collided heavily with the warrior, their own bones knocking against the riverclanners painfully, just enough to bruise and maybe cause a bit more injury to rook herself but she didnt care. the rush of adrenaline that roared in her ears, the thump thump thump of her heart, entrapped in her ripcage and pushed to beat quick and powerfully by the anger burning in her gut, it was all louder than the injury, more meaningful and relevant. the satisfaction came quick, the warrior lost their balance, stumbling away from rooks shoulder, now pulsing with dull pain as the apprentice stared the warrior down. claws extracted from formerly off white and now blood stained paws again, rookpaw didnt look, but she was sure honeypaws blood had left its mark on them and rookpaw shifted her weight to have them press lightly into the ground while the warrior regained composure. she wanted a fair fight, the warrior was pretty much her size, if not a bit smaller and rookpaw wanted whoever was watching to know that she could win, fair and genuine. dark grey and white maw, coloured a reddish brown by drying blood, split into a half snarl-half grin as the warrior spun around to bare his teeth at her, enjoying the lash of his tail and glimmer of a hint of surprise in blue eyes. the warrior was clearly not making a move so rookpaw pretended to make one herself, only to remain in the same place, muscles constricting and releasing as she flinched forward with her head, jaws snapping close around nothing but air, waiting for the tell tale flinch that she hoped would shake through the riverclanners frame. had rookpaw trained with the same mentor a lot she wouldve probably run into the problem of not considering the different style and personality every cat had, but, for once in her life the unstable mentor situation she was thrust into payed off, she slowly moved sideways, always turned towards the riverclanner while aiming to force him to follow her movement with both his gaze and body. by the waiting alone she got the hint of a more passive style, one she could observe her her own younger self, waiting for the other cat to attack to fend them off instead of putting a majority of their focus on finding openings. would the warrior follow her gaze by turning in place she would force him to do so for a short time before attacking, would be refuse, rookpaw would use the opening to attack. she went for their shoulder and neck for now, aiming to sink sharp teeth in soft tissue while claws pierced skin for support, if she succeeded, the dark apprentice would yank her head back and forth in sharp bursts of energy, jaws clenched shut tightly, aiming to tear apart flesh.
Mistlewhisker
ShadowClan Deputy
she/her | 41 moons
[Large black cat with a half white muzzle and a pale green eye (left gouged out)] Purrks: Beefed Up T3, Shadow Fiend
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[Fallenmoon - @SeonghwasBunnyEars ]
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Mistlewhisker followed the ShadowClan group to RiverClan territory, taking up the rear and ensuring no cats strayed too far. She knew that cats might sympathize with the fish, and might peel off to warn them. Luckily, it seemed as though no one had a mouse-brained idea such as that. They arrived under the cover of darkness, merging with the two clans already waiting. The shadow queen's right paw surveyed the camp, noting the two guards sitting outside the camp entrance. The distance, combined with her lack of a left eye, made it difficult to see who they were. Not that it mattered--they would likely perish the moment WindClan went through the front.
As the leaders discussed plans, Mistlewhisker noted a familiar pelt that did not belong in the battle. She stalked over to Fallenmoon, pale eye glinting in the night. "You do not belong here." She meowed, deep voice rumbling. Showing up uninvited, and before Dawnstar had arrived? It certainly seemed a lot of cats enjoyed doing that. Mistlewhisker considered Fallenmoon, wondering if she could make an example out of him. Perhaps another time. There were bigger fish to fry. "Return to camp immediately, or I will throw you to the fish below and let them pick the flesh off your bones."
The threat would neither land or not, but it hardly mattered. The call for battle was given, and Mistlewhisker joined the flood of vengeful cats streaming into battle.
Of all the things to go down, a fight with three other clans was not on her list. How was this fight even fair to begin with!? The battle was already taking a toll on the clan, she could see the few dead clanmates from where she was standing. She could not see them winning this or it ending in their favor, they were screwed. The big feline gritted her teeth as she took in all the fighting once more before she launched herself at her first opponent in this unfair situation. Springburst noted that her old mentor was going for the same cat, guess she could double-team this one. "Is Windclan so weak that they can't fight us on their own and needed you and Thunderclan to tag team us!" she hissed. With her words out she threw herself at Mistlewhisker aiming to headbutt them with the use of her brute force and muscle strength she had.
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Activity going to be extra low, dealing with moving issues
->> rookpaw <<-
[ they/she | shadowclan | 15moons | purrks ]
a scarred dark blueish grey cat with minimal white markings and grey eyes
rookpaws shoulder collided heavily with the warrior, their own bones knocking against the riverclanners painfully, just enough to bruise and maybe cause a bit more injury to rook herself but she didnt care. the rush of adrenaline that roared in her ears, the thump thump thump of her heart, entrapped in her ripcage and pushed to beat quick and powerfully by the anger burning in her gut, it was all louder than the injury, more meaningful and relevant. the satisfaction came quick, the warrior lost their balance, stumbling away from rooks shoulder, now pulsing with dull pain as the apprentice stared the warrior down. claws extracted from formerly off white and now blood stained paws again, rookpaw didnt look, but she was sure honeypaws blood had left its mark on them and rookpaw shifted her weight to have them press lightly into the ground while the warrior regained composure. she wanted a fair fight, the warrior was pretty much her size, if not a bit smaller and rookpaw wanted whoever was watching to know that she could win, fair and genuine. dark grey and white maw, coloured a reddish brown by drying blood, split into a half snarl-half grin as the warrior spun around to bare his teeth at her, enjoying the lash of his tail and glimmer of a hint of surprise in blue eyes. the warrior was clearly not making a move so rookpaw pretended to make one herself, only to remain in the same place, muscles constricting and releasing as she flinched forward with her head, jaws snapping close around nothing but air, waiting for the tell tale flinch that she hoped would shake through the riverclanners frame. had rookpaw trained with the same mentor a lot she wouldve probably run into the problem of not considering the different style and personality every cat had, but, for once in her life the unstable mentor situation she was thrust into payed off, she slowly moved sideways, always turned towards the riverclanner while aiming to force him to follow her movement with both his gaze and body. by the waiting alone she got the hint of a more passive style, one she could observe her her own younger self, waiting for the other cat to attack to fend them off instead of putting a majority of their focus on finding openings. would the warrior follow her gaze by turning in place she would force him to do so for a short time before attacking, would be refuse, rookpaw would use the opening to attack. she went for their shoulder and neck for now, aiming to sink sharp teeth in soft tissue while claws pierced skin for support, if she succeeded, the dark apprentice would yank her head back and forth in sharp bursts of energy, jaws clenched shut tightly, aiming to tear apart flesh.
[ wow i hope that one makes any sense ]
FISHSCALE
Purrks ; Mindreader
Riverclan
He didn't even flinch. He stayed expressionless throughout this ordeal. He slowly turned with the apprentices movements. He stood still as he watched her observe him. Once she had lunged for him, he allowed for her to grasp his shoulder. He let her tear a chunk out, grunting quietly. All the while he stood there bleeding, he suddenly lunged! With unsheathed claws he sidestepped to her right side. He went for her side, attempting to Rake his claws from her shoulder to thigh. Then, he'd bite at her tail, sinking his teeth in.
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Finally managing to get her attacker off her back the deputy was quick to spin on her paws and face them. Her teeth had done damage to that paw - good. Dusklion narrowed her blue eyes as they limped around her, circling. Part of her hoped she would just run off and it would be one less cat getting caught up in this mouse-brained attack.
But of course that didn’t happen. Following the cat with her eyes and body Dusk was ready when she leapt. Seeing the paw go for her head she tried to duck out of the way - falling for the feint. As she did she felt teeth clamp onto her neck, piercing the delicate fur and flesh there. The dark tabby gave a sharp hiss and immediately pulled away, thankful it wasn’t as deep as it could’ve been, but not before she aimed several swift, hard blows to the top of the ShadowClanners head in an effort to disorient her.
Not waiting to see if it landed or not the deputy ducked and sprang forward, aiming to wrap her claws around her shoulders and twist to slam her down onto the ground. She reared her hind legs in, not aiming for a belly rake but more so to pummel the soft underbelly repeatedly to drive the air out from her.
Her heart pounded, noting as the RiverClan deputy fell for her trick, jaws once again colliding with the soft and tender skin of the neck, much like it had with Mousepaw, droplets on blood gracing her tongue - but Dusklion was far quicker to react, pulling away before Sleepypaw could truly crunch down on the intricacies of the throat, and sending a flurry of sharp claws and paws her way. Dusklion's paws softly raked across the top of her head and Sleepypaw pulled back with minimal damage, but the flurry blows was enough to disorient her, view turning and swarming as she struggled to tell where the next attack what be; a vice of her inexperience, certainly.
Before she knew what was happening, Dusklion had her locked in a head a lock - claws painfully digging into her shoulders, drawing droplets of crimson - and the wide-eyed Sleepypaw felt her body slammed to the ground with such strength air momentarily escaped her lungs; gasping for breath, she stared up at the RiverClan deputy, acutely aware of the soft flesh on her belly exposed - danger. She gasped, a hit to her stomach, but the young lithe apprentice was quick to rear her back legs back in, a protective armour for her stomach, and viciously kick them back out, aiming to rake her back claws across Dusklion's stomach - albeit, it could've been done with more grace, Sleepypaw hoped it would disorient her opponent enough to then be able to slip away and face her once more head-on and upright. Dusklion was perhaps holding back, but the apprentice certainly wouldn't. She had a name to live up to.
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Sleepysunrise is ShadowClan's current Medicine Cat.
She has a Semi-Closed den policy.
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