╔══ ≪ °❈° ≫ ══╗ 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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Oh. OH. That was not looking good for Dawnstar. Silentpaw quickly made his way towards the leader, and ignoring how the snake could potentially turn on him, grabbed the snake with his jaws, biting down hard. He doubted it would do anything to the snake, given he was still pretty small for an apprentice, but he'd managed to separate one half of the reptile's body from the other half, feeling a strange and uncomfortable taste in his mouth.
Hopefully, this would do. Assuming Dawnstar could probably take care of teh rest of the snake, Silentpaw stepped back, not wanting to interfere any further.
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~ BRIARSPLASH ~
stocky, large, & fluffy dilute gray tortie she-cat with goldish-green eyes; just a scratch
[ shadowclan enforcer | she-cat | 28 moons | abrasive, standoffish, loyal ]
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Briarsplash wouldn't have admitted it aloud, but she was silently grateful for Owlthroat implicitly accepting her assistance and fighting back-to-back with her. It was certainly not her strong suit, working in tandem with another cat, but there seemed to be a mutual agreement that the sheer multitude of nasty creatures going for their throats was not to be trifled with. Even her pride could step aside for a moment to acknowledge that.
Another hiss of white-hot pain left Briar as a snake struck just beside her, sinking curved fangs into her leg and drawing out a hefty stream of blood. What were the fangs on these darned things made of, thorns themselves!? With an irritated hiss she slammed down her paw on the head, wrenching its teeth from her flesh, creating another jagged gash that would take annoyingly long to heal. She blinked for a moment, trying to keep herself grounded; the pain wasn't too terrible, at least not yet with her adrenaline. But she wasn't quite aware of how much blood she was losing, her head getting woozy for a moment when she whirled around too fast.
"...You can say that again," she hissed in agreement to Owlthroat's utterance, pushing off the brief dizziness and stinging pain as best as she could as she crushed another rat beneath her grip, claws sinking into its putrid flesh. Dawnstar was in trouble, she noticed at some point, but two apprentices had already raced up to help. Deciding to keep an eye on that for now in case their efforts weren't enough, the Enforcer stayed where she was, watching Owlthroat's back. The horde was dwindling, and many bodies lay strewn across this strange battlefield; it was a sight that the she-cat wouldn't soon forget. If not for the spots dancing across her vision here or there, that is.
Her movements began to slow as more blood leaked from the snake bites — why were they bleeding so much? — and Briarsplash silently prayed for it to be over soon so she wouldn't have to drop out early, her breathing growing a bit ragged. But the stubborn she-cat persisted as long as she was able, throwing swipe after swipe in the direction of her foes.
The group dislodged, and they took their place at the edge of the woods. Now the waiting. He had to hold his tail stiff as a branch, fighting the urge to lash it in a response to whatever anger? Excitement, resentment, disgust feeling? This was. All he knew is it was welling up through his entire body, pushing and pushing, and he needed to let it out now.
Serpents were all around. He'd only seen one before, in passing. Would he be able to kill something like that? Yes. He despaired at himself for even doubting it. What kind of warrior would he be if he couldn't take on a snake?
Attack
Finally. Everything he'd been waiting for. The tom sprung into action, barely thinking for a moment, fixating on the very first thing he saw. A snake. Dastardly thing. Instinctually, he went straight for it with his teeth, biting straight in - giving it an opening. This thing's head propelled forward in a way he couldn't even imagine - thank the stars he saw it. He released almost instantly, flinging the creature. These things were fast. He'd have to match it. The creature hissed, almost like a cat, before coming right back at him, latching onto his leg before he could stop it. Pain flushed through him, nothing like the fox's bite, this almost stung. He couldn't get caught up on that - he couldn't let himself. With the other paw, he slammed down on it's head - he'd gotten there quick, so the snake hadn't had time to sink its teeth in too far - still, the fangs dragged down his leg momentarily, causing him to let out a muffled yell, until they finally lose go.
Now he had the advantage, he dug his claws deep into the head - it's skin was thick. Harder to cut than he'd imagined - then, he went for it, going straight for the neck. Teeth secured their way in, and the thing went limp. He felt no remorse.
Before a thought could fill his head, tiny nasty teeth had latched into this back leg - really?? Already? He hissed, spinning round in a flurry of anger, but it was latched right in there. A frankly huge rat.
As the rat was removed from her shoulder, Ratflame gave the deputy a quick appreciative glance before throwing herself back into the fray. She reared up onto her hind legs, claws slicing into the throat of a rat that lunged at her, sending the corpse flying away. She dropped back down onto the spine of a rat unlucky enough to flee close to her. She gave her pelt a shake, scattering a few droplets of blood around as she looked around at her clanmates, and when she spotted Newtbelly struggling with a pest on his leg she shot forward. Her jaws clamped down on the rat's neck, the spine breaking under the force before she tossed it aside, another point for Ratflame and another loss for the rats.
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At Dawnstar's behest, Mistfall fell in with Mistlewhisker's ambush patrol. Nerves were sending the grey cat's senses into overdrive. Paws pounding the ground beneath them, cats scaling the trees, freshly killed vermin left out to entice the rats and snakes to clash; it was all culminating into the attack she would be part of. Her ears were alert and flicking toward any wayward noise. The cats around her, those that would be joining Mistlewhisker in ambush, were huddled together. They stayed low and out of eyeshot, waiting for the signal. As they waited, she could hear as snakes came out from their burrows, hissing menacingly, to intercept the rats that were pouring in. The metallic smell of blood and viscera was becoming overwhelming.
And there was the signal. At Dawnstar's yowl, Mistfall scrambled into action with the rest of her patrol. In her periphery, she saw Rookfire for only a moment and felt a momentary flash of relief that the medicine cat apprentice was there if any cats befell dire injuries. Then everything became true chaos. Cats, rats, and snakes, oh my.
The first life she took was a rat that she'd almost tripped over in her rush into the clearing. It's matted fur left a putrid taste in her mouth after she snapped it's neck with a swift bite. She spit out the blood and fur before rounding on another. Then a snake. All around her were hisses and screams of dying snakes and rats. Blood splattered from all directions as cats and vermin alike were getting bitten and slashed.
Dodging a snake that launched itself in her direction, Mistfall maneuvered around. Time seemed to slow momentarily and she observed for a split second. It looked like the number of vermin was slowly decreasing. They just might make it out of this without too much detriment to their fighters. Dawnstar was overrun with snakes but a few apprentices were helping her fend them off. Mistfall sprang in their direction in case their leader still needed help.
A shock of pain made Mistfall whip back around, hissing as she did. A rat had clamped the base of her tail between it's yellow teeth. Lashing her tail did nothing but increase her pain, encouraging the rat to bite deeper. She let out a muffled yowl. Claws extended, she raked along the side of the rat that she could reach. Blood pooled onto the ground below it, but it held on until it's very last breath finally falling with a splash into it's own blood. With a breath of relief, Mistfall continued to bite, claw, and stomp on any disgusting creature she stumbled across. The pain in her tail faded to a dull throb that she knew would come back with a vengeance when the adrenaline slowed down after the fight.
ⵌ ➜ #gutspaw ˗ˏˋ ✮ it . teeth . bite . // seventeen moons ˎˊ˗
small spiky-furred black tabby with striking icy blue eyes. has a huge fluffy tail & a few scars in the shapes of bite-marks - notch in left ear.
❝HIGH ACHIEVER, DON'T YOU SEE? BABY, NOTHING COMES FOR FREE !!❞
『 彡 ➜ @/open if anyooone requires help/etc !』
For a brief moment, Gutspaw watched the chaos unfold beneath them. Vermin and flash of fur was all it could make out, dying squeaks that echoed throughout the woods. And then the apprentice was skittering back down the bark, and once it reached almost to the ground it pushed itself off the trunk and tackled a nearby snack. Adrenaline ran through its body as claws sunk into scaly flesh, perhaps teeth could keep the skin afterwards .. It was a fun texture.
The snake let out a hiss, thrashing about in bite's grasp. Gutspaw swiftly sank its sharp teeth into its neck, keeping a tight grip until it eventually fell limp. Pain shot up its spine and dropping the snake, it whirled around to stare at a rat clinging to its tail with blunt teeth. "Oh, you pest, " It growled, swishing its tail back and forth in a quick motion to send the rat flying. It let out a defeating squeak once it hit the ground, attempting to make an escape and skitter away. Gutspaw braced its limbs, leaping at the vermin once more.
It sunk its teeth into its body, shaking it back and forth until it stopped trying to escape. It didn't stop there, taking a chunk out of it and swallowing to satiate its growing hunger. The immense amount of blood around bite made its head spin. Clearly, this buddy had friends because it wasn't long until another rat was running at its front. Gutspaw lifted a paw and sent it sprawling with a growl. It didn't stop, of course - having a death wish teeth supposed. However ShadowClan had managed to get such a bad pest problem was out of teeth's knowledge.
It slammed a paw down onto its head, feeling its small skull crack underneath the weight. Though, Gutspaw didn't escape without a few nips on its front legs.
Owlthroat
he/him | Shadowclan Warrior | 41 moons Killer Aptitude T3 - Just A Scratch - Silver Tongue T2 The Dancing Bird
It truly was a strange sight, Shadowclan’s wrath against the miniature monsters. Almost laughable the way their bodies were now strewn across the battlefield, the floor spatter with all shades of pink, red and guts.
He hadn’t quite taken as much damage as Briarsplash had, it was commendable. She kept going after her foes despite her ragged breathing and beginning to become bloodsoaked. She’d need medical attention after, if only for the rats and the diseases they could carry. He caught another rat square in his jaws as it sprung towards Briarsplash’s side, they were nothing more than desperate creatures now. Clinging on to what remained at life and their home.
Shadowclan their executors, proudly so. His greedy smile still remained present, Owlthroat revelled in this. It’s what he did best, using claws and sheer aptitude for blood. Keeping a watchful eye on the enforcer, if she was to go down he’d need to be there to catch her weight. Ensure they didn’t lose another valuable Clanmate to these vermin.
@Madelaine
Shrewstep had been doing adequately in his fight against the snakes and rats, but he had been injured a bit too recently in the fight with that rat Foggymask to be on the top of his game. This hadn't hampered him so far, keeping to the outskirts of the violence and whatnot, but as he was both wading further in and being more aggressively surrounded by the writing mass of serpents and rodents it was getting harder to protect his left hind leg. Mossfreckle had patched it up, but it was still sore. Tender. Their opponents today weren't smart enough to recognize this, but it was only a matter of time until one of them got lucky.
And, finally, one did. A rat had pulled his attention of the right, and in his moment of distraction a snake struck at that left hind leg. Torn between two enemies Shrewstep was pulled to the ground, clawing at the snake but unable to get it off of him. It loomed over him, and he struck out at it, but it avoided his blow and lunged at him. He parried it back but more critters were becoming Aware of his rather unfortunate positioning, and were heading in his direction. Uh oh.
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As the rat was removed from her shoulder, Ratflame gave the deputy a quick appreciative glance before throwing herself back into the fray. She reared up onto her hind legs, claws slicing into the throat of a rat that lunged at her, sending the corpse flying away. She dropped back down onto the spine of a rat unlucky enough to flee close to her. She gave her pelt a shake, scattering a few droplets of blood around as she looked around at her clanmates, and when she spotted Newtbelly struggling with a pest on his leg she shot forward. Her jaws clamped down on the rat's neck, the spine breaking under the force before she tossed it aside, another point for Ratflame and another loss for the rats.
Thankfully, a cat soon shot forward, tearing the rat from his side. Who was that? He'd remember her, and try to put a name to the face. "Thanks!" he called, before flicking his head back toward the fray. Another rat. [Rolled: 5] He slammed a paw down again, attempting to trap it - but it wasn't as easy as the snake. This thing was big, his small paws barely contained it. The rodent erupted forward, another joining it. Great. The first latched to his front leg, giving him seconds to go for the other [Rolled: 18] This time, he'd use his jaws. Leg aching, he went for the second. Jaws secured round its fat body, quickly sinking in as it went limp in his mouth. That was great and all, but the other one was still going at it on his other leg.
⟡ starlingcall ⟡
• shadowclan - XX moons •
⟡ dilute tortoiseshell, white chest and face spot, green eyes ⟡
• they/them - it/its •
⟡ #StarlingcallSHC2024 ⟡
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Starlingcall glances down at Pondpaw, distracted for a moment from its search of rats and snakes. They hadn't noticed blue apprentice, were they really that distracted? It wonders if its nerves are getting to them already. They look up from Pondpaw, only barely registering her nervousness.
The cream and blue warrior jumps at Dawnstar's call for battle, momentarily lost in the onslaught of the piercing cries of rats and rush of pelts past them. Once it regains its mind, Starlingcall darts into the fray, slamming their paw down on a rat to snap its neck, and biting down on another before it runs past them.
While distracted making sure its first two kills are truly dead, Starlingcall yowls at a sharp pain coming from their bag leg, and whip around to see a rat trying to climb up its leg to get away from a hissing snake. Stars above. Starlingcall bites at it to get it off while keeping their distance from the snake, their breathing quickly becoming more shallow and fast as the snake gets closer and closer to sinking its fangs into their flesh.
Just as Starlingcall manages to get the rat off its leg, they see another snake slithering towards Willowpaw, fangs poised to bite down on the apprentice. Stars above, Starlingcall thinks to itself.
"Willowpaw! Behind you!" Starlingcall hisses as it pounces for the snake. With a quick bite, Starlingcall stops it in its tracks, and it begins to bleed out onto the grass.
Unfortunately, the snake that was chasing after the rat on Starlingcall's now bleeding leg decides to get revenge for its fallen comrade, and bites down onto Starlingcall's side. They hiss in pain and try to bite at it to rip it off, but it manages to stay coiled around it, just out of their reach.
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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 ]
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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〚~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]
[tw: minor gore]
The shudders running through her entire body froze for just a moment. Willowpaw! Behind you! It felt like she was trembling too much to move, but she managed to turn her head around and spot Starlingcall leap on a snake that had been slithering towards, and finish it off swiftly. Alarm shot through her. Willowpaw hadn't even noticed it was there within all the noise and fighting going around. Another bolt of dread shot through her, worse this time. What about Turtlepaw? The other apprentice might not get as lucky as she'd been, with a warrior warning Willowpaw about the approaching reptile. And if it was particularly venomous and bit her.... The thought sent her gazing frantically back and forth through the crowd, searching out her friend's calico pelt, whilst worried thoughts billowed through her mind like thunderclouds.
Willowpaw nearly died of relief. Turtlepaw had another apprentice fighting with her; she was safe. She was fighting off rats back to back with an apprentice called Pondpaw, if she remembered correctly.
At that time, she hadn't notice the snake, camouflaging itself in the grass, slowly, slowly slithering towards her. It was only at the last second, when a shrill hiss sounded, that Willowpaw had a sliver of awareness. But by then, it was too late. Fangs slid into her foreleg. The apprentice took a bit too long for comfort to process what had just happened, and then began shaking herself vigorously. After a while of clawing at the snake - she saw it was already wounded a bit - that seemed to be holding on with the power of its entire life force and fourteen greek gods and shaking her foreleg, it released its hold. Willowpaw would've let the snake go without impunity, but brain said
Before it could slither away, Willowpaw pounced without thinking. Her paws slammed down multiple times on its head, as hard as she could muster. The snake hissed one final hiss that seemed to say "YOU WOULDN'T DARE! I SHALL HAUNT YOU FOR A THOUSAND YEARS AND MORE, MY CURSE A BURDEN UPON YOUR FRACTURING SPIRITUAL SOUL SLUGGISHLY COLLAPSING FROM WIT-" just before her paw slammed down on its head, killing it. She stared at the surprisingly big mess she'd made of it, blood and bone and other pinkish mush splattered across the ground where a skull and scales once were. She did that. But she didn't feel proud, not even a bit. Willowpaw nearly threw up at the sight of it, gagging at the horrid smell. It was already overwhelming with the other scents melding together into whatever frankenstein concoction she was smelling at the moment. She decided to not let her instinct to do anymore fighting.
The headache hit a while later. The apprentice had managed to kill her 3rd rat, with the same strategy; slamming her paws down onto its head. She'd only meant to knock it out, so she could maybe give it a more painless death. Instead, she'd killed it in what was probably the most painful way she could. Willowpaw already had a deep, horrible sense of guilt and sick stirring in her belly as she stared at the rat she killed, when a headache blistered through her skull. It was followed by a throbbing pain by her foreleg, where she'd been bitten. The apprentice had nearly forgotten about it, thinking the snake must've just not done the venom thingy they should do
That theory was proven wrong. Willowpaw was basically death fodder as another rat saw her clutching the swelling bite mark. Fear flooded every single muscle, even her foreleg - that she, for some reason, could not move - wanted to sprint away........ from the tiny.... little..... mouse like.... rodent...... wow she was really wea- It was hard, relying off three legs and a half-holy-whats-that-a-unicorn???-nvm-just-dizzy brain. The rat crawled up her paralyzed leg, giving her a feeling like bugs crawling all over her pelt. Then up, and up, and up all the way to her face. Willowpaw frantically scratched at her own muzzle with one paw, thankfully avoiding injuring herself this time, knocking the rat off and unbalancing herself. It was on her flank before she could get herself back to her paws, biting and gnawing. The apprentice let out a high pitched and squeaky "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" of pain. Willowpaw dug her fang into her own shoulder, ripping a bit of fur off as she yanked the rat's tail. She was able to fling back into the battle, the rat escaping with minimal injuries.
For a moment she lay there, certain she was going to die and everything would be over and nothing wouldve been worth it and she'd never been useful once in her entire life and senpai had never noticed her and now that she thought about it maybe markiplier had hated her. 'Well, i'm fairly certain crying about it won't do much, huh?' She thought sternly to herself in a hiss, 'Get up and deal with it'. Willowpaw heaved herself up with a massive effort. She briefly wondered what would happen if she by any chance took an approximately 7000 year nap in the middle of a battle field. Before that amazing very appealing reality could happen, Willowpaw dragged herself over to Rookfire. Willowpaw carefully avoid the critters they were fighting, seeing with a guilty pleasure (*snipes word guilty with shoe ranged attack* go away!!!!!!!!) that the rats and snakes were dwindling in numbers. "Hey uh... d-d-d-d-do you hav-hav a-anything f-fo-for l-like, snakeb-bites? A-And r--rat bites.. to-too" The apprentice whispered. Willowpaw presented the twin fang marks on her forelimb. A part of her prayed to StarClan that the Twoleg writing her listening to the coconut song or smth wouldn't make them scar; she had enough of those already.
Re: Dawning Woods
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