The sound of pounded paw steps hit her ears, followed closely by the odor of those rodents. Her nose wrinkled as the rats and snakes tore into each other, the plan was working. Her watching from the sidelines was cut short when Dawnstar's call hit her ears. Her eyes widened briefly in surprise but she didn't question it. Not wasting another second, Ratflame shot out of the foliage and into the heap of battle. Extended claws hooked into the fur of a rat and pulled it toward her waiting jaws. As her teeth sank into the rat, she couldn't help but grimace. Even the blood of these little beasts tasted terrible on her tongue.
She threw the limp body aside only to have a rat climbing onto her back. She hissed angrily and twisted around, her jaws snapping around the wretched creature's tail. She felt fangs sink into her leg but ignored it, yanking the rat off of her back and slamming it down on the ground. Instead of getting more foul blood in her mouth she finished it off with her claws, now she turned her attention to the snake that had snagged her leg. She swatted at the thing's head in an attempt to loosen it from her limb.
While she focused on the snake, another rat managed to climb onto her back, it's teeth sinking into her shoulder. To say her patience was wearing thin would be an understatement as her teeth snapped shut around the spine of the snake and flinging the long body aside. She didn't even get a chance to gawk about how much blood was coming from the bite before she had to deal with the rat on her shoulder.
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Foggymask launched himself out of the shadows, furiously snarling and swiping at rats. He noticed in shock as a snake flung its scaly, disgusting body at his son. Throwing himself in front of Silentpaw, he felt tiny fangs sink into his shoulder. He turned and looked at his son before leaping back into battle.
Birdpaw
ShadowClan Apprentice
she/her | 10 moons | 104/100
[Grey tabby with a dark overcoat, white underside and amber eyes] Purrks: Lyrebird's Lullaby [PERMANENTLY ACTIVE], Don't Mind if I Do!
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ The Fool ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
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[Sleepysunrise - @Estelle ]
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It felt like the moment Birdpaw had scaled the tree, Dawnstar called for an attack. The apprentice gasped for breath, watching the rats and snakes--considerably more of them than she thought--tear into each other. The addition of cats to the mix created a chaos unlike anything Birdpaw had seen. She could feel her heart pound in every whisker, her toes, her ears. Sleepysunrise's gaze burned a hole into her pelt, but she didn't react. Only glance sidelong at her sister as she leapt down. Soon enough Birdpaw could take a deep breath without choking on it, and she threw herself into the fray.
Birdpaw had never been in a real battle before. The sounds, the scents, the visuals overwhelmed her as she dodged this way and that, crushing bodies threatening to throw her around. Her small size provided her agility, however, and she managed to slip around, under, even over the warriors locked in brutal combat. A rat doing the same came face to face with her, a juvenile, from what she could tell. The both froze, fear flaring in both of their eyes as they wondered who would attack first. But Birdpaw had gotten good at shutting herself down, recently. The apprentice lunged forward, sinking her claws into the diseased creature and gouging its stomach open, warm blood and flesh oozing over her white paws, staining them red.
The last time Birdpaw had done battle training, she had imagined her claws sinking into the pelt of her mother, tearing the fight from her limbs and life from her chest. The intrusive thought had haunted Birdpaw for moons, seeding a deep-rooted fear of battle. The blood soaking into her paws should have sent her spiraling, the grey-brown of the rat's fur turning into a sleek silver coat that always smelled like herbs and home. But Birdpaw did not falter, this time. Instead she threw herself headlong into the battle, clawing anything that came close, tearing tails and faces as she scrapped with rat after snake after rat, some getting away only to fall into the waiting claws of her clanmates. A snake reared at her, but instinct took hold and she dropped to her stomach, rolling to the side before slamming her paw down on the snake's head, feeling its coiled muscles thrash in desperation. It died with a bite to the neck, falling limp onto the soil.
But she wasn't without her injuries. With every fight, she gained scratch after scratch, bite after bite. Some stung badly, others hardly registered. A particularly large rat, almost her size (though still small to a normal warrior), bared its fangs at her. The apprentice did the same, icy blue eyes slits of fury. It lunged, and Birdpaw dodged to the left. At least, she tried to. She hadn't been paying attention to her paws, and tripped over herself onto the dirt. The rat took advantage of this, leaping onto her side and sinking it's teeth onto her foreleg. Birdpaw shrieked--a shrill, harsh sound--and rolled over so the rat was under her. Her back legs came in, clawing at the rat's underbelly while her fangs sank into the rat's scruff to hold it. The rat let go of her forearm, trying to skitter away, but the bleeding feline was not going to let it. She stumbled forward, swatting at the hateful creature and knocking its hind legs out from under it. Weak already from the fight, the rat squeaked pitifully and struggled to scramble to its little feet to run. Birdpaw gasped, her chest hurting more and more with each fight, foreleg pounding with each beat of her heart. But she pushed through the pain. She had never experienced the pain of a severe bite before. It was so different from the dull, ever-present ache in her chest that she was used to. Would it scar? It would be her first ever scar. The thought didn't spark any emotion in the apprentice, her face blank as she scanned the battlefield for her next target.
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"There's a hand on my throat, and a blade at my feet; but the weight of the world won't bend my knees."
Mistlewhisker
ShadowClan Deputy
she/her | 45 moons
[Large black cat with a half white muzzle and a pale green eye] Purrks: Killer Aptitude T3 [ACTIVE], Shadow Fiend, Mind Reader
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ The Chariot ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
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[Dawnstar - @Undertaker ] [Ratflame - @Nalia ]
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Briarsplash and her patrol returned not long after the group had hidden away, reeking of blood and rats. All four of them made it up the trees safely, and then the ground exploded.
Snakes shot forward from under bushes, from burrows, from under leaves as the rats thundered over them. Blood and fur flew, squeals and shrieks filling the air. Dawnstar's call to action came as a surprise, but Mistlewhisker wasted no time before leaping up herself, swarming with her patrol to box in the creatures so they couldn't escape.
She snarled as a rat swiped at her, her sheer size making throwing it to the side a trivial matter. Its spine cracked against a stone, and it lay limp. Another rat latched onto her leg from behind, and she whirled around to slam her paws into its head, its squeak muffled by dirt as it was shoved into the ground. She killed it and tossed it to the side, wincing as she put weight on her leg. Ugh, disgusting creatures. Who knew what had been in their mouths! Shaking it off, the Deputy returned to battle.
Leaping over a squabbling group of rats and snakes, Mistlewhisker swiped them apart and took them out one by one, her claws sinking into stomachs and tearing while teeth crunched around scales and spines. It was like a dance, and one Mistlewhisker had practiced for a long time. At some point during the battle, Mistlewhisker had ended up near Dawnstar, the Leader taking on veritable hoards of rats herself. Mistlewhisker wasn't going to get in her way, but then she spotted a particularly large snake darting away into the brush nearby, Dawnstar in her path to it. The Deputy took a running leap, flying over her mate and landing on her other side, flashing her a teasing smirk before heading towards the runaway.
Mistlewhisker slammed her forepaws down on the snake's tail just before it could slither away, the scaled creature hissing angrily and shooting up at her. She narrowly dodged a bite to the face, darting forward and clamping her jaws around the snake's muscled body, biting down hard. The metallic taste of blood mingled with the sharp scales falling over her tongue, flooding her mouth and nearly making her gag. But the snake died without trouble, and she spat out the blood and scales next to it. Yuck.
The Deputy thundered back into battle, noting with pleasure that everyone had been doing well. The number of rats and snakes was rapidly dwindling. Mistlewhisker continued fighting her way through the hoards. A cat's hiss nearby caught her attention, and Mistlewhisker spotted Ratflame dealing with a rat on her shoulder. The Deputy bounded to her side, able to reach the rat from her vantage point and tearing it off of the young warrior. She sank her teeth into it's neck, feeling its feeble spine snap under her strength. She gave Ratflame a nod, noting how much she was bleeding, and jerked her head to where Rookfire lie in wait in case she wanted to get it checked out. "Don't let that overwhelm you." Was all she said before she turned back into the thrall.
Even though their numbers were diminishing, rats still managed to swarm Mistlewhisker, snapping at her with yellowed teeth. She hissed, swatting a few away only for them to come back in droves. She felt teeth sink into her back leg, the same one that had been bitten earlier. Another hiss escaped her, pain lancing like fire up her leg. Adrenaline flooded her pelt, her strength tripling as her nerves and muscles worked overtime. The black feline threw all of the rats off of her with one twist, her claws snagging in two and sending them hurling against a pine tree, their spines snapping on impact. The other rats fled, only to be met with the claws of the cats around her.
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Mistlewhisker is ShadowClan's current Deputy!
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"There's a hand on my throat, and a blade at my feet; but the weight of the world won't bend my knees."
〚~Willow'Paw~〛
| 10 Moons | ShadowClan Apprentice | Female, She/Her | Purrks:
Kitty Soft Paws, Heightened Perception [smell]
[a small, fluffy tortoiseshell she-cat with pale green eyes and an atrociously fluffy tail, a small tick in her right ear, and a scar on her cheek]
Suddenly, everything seemed horribly impossible. Willowpaw's heart was already trying to leap out of her mouth before the bait patrol came, leaping up to the trees. The sight of the creatures she was going to be fighting was so frightening that she nearly shut her eyes. There were so many of them. Shallow breath after shallow breath tried to calm Willowpaw down as she stared, petrified, at the mass off writhing scales and fur and splattered blood. She used to have somewhat of a fear of blood, but she'd thought she'd gotten over that. Maybe it was the snakes and rats, but now, her entire being seemed to be stabbed by a fierce, horrible longing to stay away as far away from the critters as possible. But she couldn't do that. ShadowClan didn't back down; they were supposed to be wily and aggressive. So she couldn't allow thoughts like 'Nobody will miss a mere apprentice, would they?' to be swarming her little head. It probably wouldn't even work, quietly slipping away. Somebody would notice her, whether it was the Medicine Apprentice she'd just handed her load of herbs to, or a warrior or apprentice.
Willowpaw forced her muscles into moving, at Dawnstar's call to attack. She'd barely entered the densest part of the fighting when a rat began crawling up her foreleg. The apprentice held back a shriek of terror, and dropped to the ground. The rat was flung off as she began rolling viciously, and before either Willowpaw or it could recover properly, she lunged. Her aim was a bit astray with dizziness, but her blow still landed. It was weird to feel guilt and sorrow as she bit into the neck of the rat. Why did she care about some random pest? Why not spare her empathy for someone else? The only reason she could come up with was that she thought the rat she'd just killed might have had a family. Which, first of all, were rats even intelligent enough to grieve? Willowpaw guessed not. And then she realized she'd missed the rat's spine and it was still alive, and watched as it scurried off. That didn't stay on her mind long though. Another rat accidentally stepped on her tail. She jumped, startled. They stared and each other for a few moments. Then it bit down on her tail, which it was currently sitting on. She yowled as fiery pain flared on her brush, and tried to claw at the rat. She missed pathetically, instead stabbing into the already bleeding wound on her tail. Willowpaw was able to hold back her cry of pain this time, instead gritting her teeth. The rat had fled, probably to bite someone else's tail. The apprentice sighed. She wanted to fight alongside Turtlepaw; she was pitiful right now.
And she hadn't even fought a snake; rats weren't venomous, and rats weren't exactly nimble either. Worry stirred in her stomach, begging that the tail-nibbling rat would be the last thing she had to fight today.
As the young calico cat rushed into the battlefield, it seemed so did a little lucky but unfortunate opportunity. The rat that Willowpaw failed to kill navigated its attention to her as she ripped apart some rat pups, in one fell swoop the rat clamped onto her right hind leg, honestly it all happened too fast for Turtlepaw so all she could do was yowl in pain as she tried to get the vermin off of her before she gets infected with some unknown disease.
Her mind racing as she kicked he back legs like a horse trying to get the vermin off, no words left her mouth, but none were needed except the sounds of her screams and yowls, which could attract more of them if she didn't get this one off. She can't be a future clan leader if she dies right now, she can't and she won't... Just not now oh stars not now. Tears of stress streaming down the young ones maw as the wrestled and shouted in pain with the rat.
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At the feeling of her mentor´s mate´s amber eyes seering into her fur, Pondpaw´s river-blue eyes flicked over to meet the black-and-white tom´s gaze before flicking back to see Briarsplash and her patrol reach the trees. Her gaze widened with worry as it landed on Birdpaw.
As her leader´s yowl to attack, Pondpaw hared out of the undergrowth at Starlingcall´s and Dawnstar´s sides. The she-cat made no noise, her scent hidden as her claws met with the oily fur of the rats.
A cry of pain hit Pondpaw´s ears, and she recognized the voice at once.
Turtlepaw.
River-blue hues flicked to the calico, and Pondpaw flung the rats she was fighting to the side. ´´I´m coming, Turtlepaw! Hold on!´´ She yowled.
With a burst of energy, the apprentice made sure that her blue-gray mackerel tabby pelt was only a flash in her denmate´s eyes as she appeared in front of her, gripping rats between her claws and opening deep wounds in their flanks. She gripped the rat that was holding onto Turtlepaw between her jaws, crushing its neck as she bit down.
The rat went limp at once, and Pondpaw threw it to the side. ´´Tail to tail,´´ She instructed Turtlepaw with a sharp hiss, a snarl escaping her throat and her claws caught the fur of her Clanmate´s rat.
[ @MangofDoom - Slight Starling Mention // @FruitBatz - Turtlepaw, Pondpaw has come to save the day // @Myling - Willowpaw // @Undertaker - Dawnstar // @Daragca - Owlthroat // @Mica - Birds ]
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Sootstorm is open to teaching apprentices ambush training!
Owlthroat
he/him | Shadowclan Warrior | 41 moons Killer Aptitude T3 - Just A Scratch - Silver Tongue T2 The Dancing Bird
He finally flicked the vermin from his side, at the same time watching Briarsplash dive forth to his side. He’d usually fight on his own, but this time with the sheer numbers. Partnering up wasn’t a stupid idea. Quickly he swivelled his bulky frame, reversing til he was practically back to back with the enforcer. That way they had eachother covered, no surprise devils clinging from tail fur.
Another heap of grey came rushing forth, they seemed enraged, but so was Owlthroat now. He was far too sick of the scratching, scrabbling and nipping. His claws curled forward, hooking and flinging. Then another and another. The sheer volume of them struck panic into the hardened warrior, he knew not to underestimate an opponent however small.
”These damned beasts”, the tom hissed darkly before crunching into another's flesh. Eyes anticipating more snakes to burst forth from the dark flood of vermin. He was revelling in the bloodbath, yellow eyes glinting with determination to rid himself of every last one.
╔══ ≪ °❈° ≫ ══╗ Silentpaw
Patched tortoiseshell tabby tom with deep blue eyes that look purplish in certain light sources and a short fluffy tail.
He/Him | 8 Moons| + every 1st | ShadowClan Apprentice | Silent
[N/A/100]
Purrks:
Ultimate Predator [Permanently Active] • Agatha Kitty [Permanently Active] • Katty Krueger [INACTIVE]
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Silentpaw was quick to leap at the rats, slashing at them. This was... Almost just like hunting, he presumed, and he was half-right. He grabbed a larger rat in his jaws and bit down, snapping its bones. Shaking his head, he dropped it, just in time to see a long, scaly body launch itself at him.
Just in time to see, not react.
But before he could do anything, a blur of grey and white quickly move infront of him, shielding him from the snake. He let his usual emotionless exterior falter just for a minute, staring wide eyed at his... At the warrior. He could have sworn he felt something... Something much more than what an apprentice would feel if a normal warrior had saved their life. Something he wasn't sure what to feel about. Foggymask... He felt a little too... Close, to be considered any normal warrior.
The patched tabby tom shook him out of his thoughts, throwing himself in battle again, after sharing a glance with Foggymask. Now wasn't the time to get distracted.
This time, he went after the snakes. He tore their long, disgusting, scaly bodies with his teeth and claws, noticing they weren't as fast as the rats. But they were twice as more dangerous. Silentpaw hissed as a small snake flung its body at him, tiny fangs piercing his paw. He stomped it down with his other paw and leaned over, swiftly killing it with a powerful bite. He let out a hiss again as he put weight on his injured paw, but refused to stop fighting.
[If someone can help Dawnstar get her snake collar off, she'd appreciate it. Also wrapping up this fight on the 23rd. I didn't know the mention was broken for some so a few are jumping in here a little late.]
They were dwindling, slowly, but dwindling. Dawnstar spat out tufts of fur she ripped out the back of a rat and nearly bumped into her mate in her haste to avoid another nasty snake bite to her flank. Mistlewhisker's smirk was met with an exaggerated roll of golden eyes. Mistlewhisker caught the snake by the tail and killed it with ease before darting off to help one of their more unfortunate clanmates.
Dawnstar didn't see where the deputy ended up as she crushed another rat's spine in two for trying to crawl up her flank. Hot pain blistered in her neck where sharp teeth took a stab at biting the scar that lined her neck. She lifted a forepaw to swat the rat away and glimpsed around the battlefield.
The rats, which had been so many she had been barely able to see the forest floor during their arrival, had shrunk in size. Dawnstar took a gander and assumed it had more to do with the rats knowing better than fighting a losing battle against two enemies than actually killing them. It was harder to tell with the snakes, they kept coming out of the woodwork, but seeing as there were fewer than when they started she assumed they were making a dent there.
Her clanmates seemed alright, most of them smart enough to stay close to each other and offer aid when needed. Or... well, okay maybe not him. Dawnstar slams her weight into a nearby tree trunk, scraping off two rats aiming bites at her flank, and leaves her slowly growing pile of bodies behind to head towards Starlingcall. They had a snake tangled on their flank and were having a hard time getting it off.
"Hold still, I don't want to nip you," Dawnstar warned as she lowered her head to reach the snake. Rather than try and rip it off them, the leader wrapped her fangs just below the snake's head and bit down harshly. It took two powerful bites for her to fully bite through the snake's body and sever the vermin's head.
She was going to try and carefully remove the head and fangs from the warrior, but she quickly got tangled up in her own problem when a snake lunged forward, biting into one of her ears as she lifted her head and coiled its muscular body around her neck.
She twisted, vainly trying to grab it with her teeth or claws. Blood seeped into her eye from the bite on her ears. Her claws scrabbled against the snake's scales, unable to find purchase but kept slipping as trying to sink her thorn-tipped claws into its hardened body was proving difficult. Breathing grew uncomfortable, but it didn't seem to bother the pissed-off clan leader as she worked her blood-soaked paw between the snake's body and her neck and tried pushing it off.
It gave her more room to breathe, but that snake held steady. The leader plopped back on her haunches, paying no heed to the tiny paws or smooth scales she felt moving around her. Dying wasn't a major concern here, this would hinder her ability to fight though. Like a cat with a new collar, Dawnstar wiped her head to and fro trying to get this stupid snake off her neck!
She felt another snake biting at the already open wound on her shoulder, and she could not even reach it cause of this damn nuisance. She was three seconds away from screeching at Mistlewhisker to get over here and get it off her. This kittypet experience was not fun!
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Killing the rat that had attacked Turtlepaw with a final blow to its neck, Pondpaw spotted Dawnstar struggling with a snake wrapped around her neck. Eyes widening, she glanced at Turtlepaw. Would the she-cat be okay?
Shaking her head, she mewed firmly to her denmate, ´´Keep your rats busy. I´m going to help Dawnstar.´´ She wasn´t just thinking about the ShadowClan Leader, but her kits, too. Those kits needed Dawnstar.
And with that, Pondpaw raced off towards the dark brown tabby leader, feeling as if she was running on feathers. With a fierce yowl, she landed beside her and cautiously ripped the snake around Dawnstar´s neck in half with thorn-sharp claws. The snake fell to the ground, torn in half.
With a snarl, Pondpaw tore it to shreds just to make sure that it wouldn´t come back to life and try to snap at one of them. ´´Are you alright?´´ The former RiverClanner asked Dawnstar, rearing up on her hind legs to fend off a rat that was making its way towards her. Her claws ripped through its oily fur and eyes, and she sent another rat flying backward with a powerful kick from her hind legs.
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