|| The Fury ||

[Pitou]

**Cougarivy**

@Lullaby

With the brief moment to regather her bearings, the enforcer looked up in time to see that Thunderclanner coming at her again. There was a momentary flash of regret as she realized this tom's tenacity was surely going to leave her with not enough to go after Springpaw as she'd been hoping to earlier. No time to mourn the lost opportunity, Cougarivy faded backwards, missing the worst of the claws at her chest. If she didn't start dodging the blows she wasn't going to keep the stamina to keep pushing forward. She'd already let one debilitating blow hit her and now she was paying the price, her strength would surely begin to fade sooner than later now. But then she realized the guy was catching on. His strike was not a lone strike but a decoy. Cougarivy smiled as the tom's weight barreled into her from the side. A proud warmth filled her like seeing one's own apprentice master a move they'd been struggling with. She let her body go limp with the roll and felt claws graze over her skin through her pelt. As she twisted over the ground, she kicked out blindly with her back legs, hoping she'd get lucky and land another blow but ultimately fine if it simply backed the attacker off. She realized she was in a fairly vulnerable position but didn't care to let that slow her down as she struck out with her claws looking for purchase in flesh or dirt to right herself once more.

[Goopysharkboi]

Originally Posted by vellichor

•° Violetfreckle °•
Rapid Recovery • Collector • Master Scout

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The start of a headache bloomed in the Violetfreckle's temples as she grew irate. "If you don't like death, go home. You do realize this is quite literally a battle to the death, right?" Did this cat not hear Bumblestar order ThunderClan to go for the kill? "I'm going to be honest with you right now, even if I was in full fighting shape, I wouldn't help you stop this battle. Y'know why? Because it's pointless and stupid to stop a battle at a literal battle." Her tone grew sharp and impatient, but Violetfreckle managed to reign herself in a little. "If you wanna go ask someone else for help, I don't care. But I'm not helping."

Brokenheart sighed and just began to walk away.

[Morrigan]

Originally Posted by Silk_Cradle_Ruler

Brokenheart wandered cautiously now, nervous. She was gonna make crowfood out of the first Shadowclanner that attacked her.

Brokentalon and Rateye rolled by, attacking each other angrily. Their harsh growling and hissing was heard.

Darkcloud
Shadowclan warrrior-Purrks: Just a scratch and Shadow fiend

It wasn't long before a shape entered her range of sight, a Thunderclan cat she could tell easily by the scent and because she didn't recognise the warrrior any way now this was her target and she wanted to kill this one quickly.

Without warning Darkcloud exploded from the shadows that had graciously hidden her and aimed a hard swipe at the Thunderclanners hind legs to knock her over and, if it worked, pin her.

[Levi 99]

Originally Posted by eris

Springpaw
long-furred, oriental-shaped, gray-and-orange calico molly with blue eyes; torn right ear
purrks: herbal knowledge - tier 2 | the collector | mind reader[all perm. active]

Shadefrost’s laugh was unsettling; shiver-raisingly unsettling. Springpaw’s vision felt blurred around the unsettling wave of nausea that clawed its way through her system and up her throat, clinging to her esophagus with the taste of strickening panic that bore through her like sharp, thorn-like claws. His booming laughter was drowned against the ear-rupturing caterwauling battle-cries of both ShadowClan and ThunderClan, driving her instincts to rush into the lecherous woods of her territory and hide in the deepest thickets so that this tom-cat bore no chance of spotting her. She shouldn’t have considered coming to this battle; she should’ve stayed back at camp and holed up in the comforting warmth of the medicine den and kept a close eye on the injured patients that were occupied in random moss-beds to keep themselves at bay and heal. No, she was standing here face-to-face with this massive, broad-shouldered, dark-furred tom-cat whose eyes glistened with malice and the pure intent to cause harm, only making Springpaw’s life-long anxieties swirl deep within her belly.

She knew that she bore no chance against fighting this tom-cat and she knew it gravely; given their immaculate size differences and her initial lack of battle experience, this was going to be nothing but troublesome for the young dilute calico to bear.

His words broke through her frigid mind, instinctively making her fear-drenched eyes dart up to face his icy hues as she listened to the mockery that laced his voice. She could almost feel the spittle from his voice as he stepped closer to enclose to close the gap between them, making her instinctively take a step back, her stomach chunneling as her large, oriental-shaped ears pinned instinctively against her tricolored head against the loud roaring of bitter panic that flourished throughout her system. A shiver rippled up her long fur as she listened to the vile words escaping past Shadefrost’s lips, her mind fizzling and working desperately to think of something to retort in response.

Yet, every word that helplessly clawed up her throat was quick to die just as soon as it came, only replaced with unsettling nausea as her frightened lapis hues stared into his icy depths, her heart pounding as aggressively as a rabbit stuck in a wired cage. This monster wanted immortality, respect and prosperity, and the tri-colored feline felt her whiskers daintily twitch against the complex emotion that rushed through her system, the brisk pace of the cold, early autumn wind hitting against her face and drying her moistened lips. Her mind worked and worked to properly respond to tom-cat who spat out his words of pure vengeance in her direction.

If this monster wanted respect, there was no way in hell she was going to give him the respect that he desired. He wasn’t a clan-cat that belonged in her clan; he wasn’t Dovefluff, Bumblestar, Drizzlecloud, Alderstep, practically anybody that had actually decided to give a damn about her. Those cats cared deeply for her, and she cared deeply for them. Her muscles flexed against her shoulders as she watched him take two more steps closer to her direction, her throat muscles tightening as her sharp claws tentatively slipped from the safety of her paws, digging into the life-rich soil as bits of brown dirt collected around the corners of her sharp claws. The golden rays of sunlight that reflected past the gray skies and rested against her thick pelt didn’t help improve her churning anxieties; further worsening the situation in itself.

The slight fact that this tom-cat could sense her growing fear was more than enough to make her mind scream at her to get the hell out of there. To get out of there and dive into the remaining lush green of the woodlands behind her. He could sense that she was afraid of his very presence and he was going to use that tactical knowledge to his advantage. However, she had something that his headstrong tom didn’t, and that was initiation. She could tell that this tom was entirely reckless and was willing to make a decision that would clearly affect his clan, but she wouldn’t say that openly. This tom still had words to spew and his words only made her be filled with more and more uncertainty about slipping out from the situation.

He was getting closer, and Springpaw felt dumbfounded that she hadn’t bothered to move from her single spot. Why the hell wasn’t she listening to her instincts? Why wasn’t she moving? Why was she listening to this tom’s cruel words in the first place instead of listening to her gut and getting the hell out of there? His scent was overpowering her nostrils, and her stomach twisted and churned as she felt the unbridled urge to retch at the nausea that climbed its way through her stomach and latched onto her throat. Her mind fixated on the words that escaped his lips and her heart felt like it decided to skip more beats than intended. This murderer wanted to feel her pain and agony; wanted to see her body lifeless and entitled to the ground. The metallic taste of panic was practically impossible to get away from, as it was now clinging to every corner and place along her taste-buds.

Her brain screamed, and her ears took in the faint calls of her mentor calling out her name. Drizzlecloud, where was she? Her mind now moving onto the next problem at paw, she broke eye contact with the murder-intent tom right in front of her to search the scarlet-stained clearing for her mentor, and maybe, even potentially her mother. Where in the hell were they? Were they alright? Were they dead? The familiar sight of a blue-gray pelt caught her eye, and she opened her full jaws to yell out her name before her mind had suddenly switched to the current situation at hand as she caught sight of movement from the dark form in front of her.

The tom-cat practically propelled himself forward, using one of his forepaws to make her slip and lose her balance along the dying grass below, making the calico abruptly land on her back. Her jaws quickly loosened their grip against the bundle of herbs that she had held so delicately for anyone that needed any aid in healing. The leaf-like pouch fell to the ground and busted open like an egg as its contents scattered onto the decaying grass, revealing all that she had been carrying; two meticulously wrapped wads of cobwebs along some thin, lanky twigs, a few, barely noticeable poppyseeds, and two, perfectly rounded, bright golden heads of marigold. Her fuzzy mind tried to wrap itself around in the situation, barely even reacting at first as her body grappled with shock to fully comprehend the situation that had suddenly crashed down onto her. A dull, numbing pain throbbed up her side, slowly making its way towards her head as she tried to flail her limbs, her body sluggishly moving to try to get herself out of the situation. Her movements subsided as a set of claws came crashing down onto her underbelly, sinking into the soft skin and promptly tearing open flesh with ease, resulting in a pained reaction to come off from the calico.

Bits of scarlet were quick to collect at the freshly built wounds, and Springpaw’s brain worked restlessly to try to figure out how in the hell she was going to get herself out of this. How was she espoused to fight back? He was nothing but too large and there wasn’t any way in hell that she could simply kick him off, but she had nothing else to do besides make meander attempts to escape and writhe from his grasp. Panic began to set in, and her brain began to scuttle desperately for any plan to get this unnaturally large dark-furred tom off her. Rearing back her hind legs, she aimed them directly towards the tom-cat’s chest as she raked her claws repeatedly at the area, doing anything in her power to try to lift this tom-cat off her. She couldn’t get herself stuck in a situation like this and she surely wasn’t going to allow this tom-cat to gain some victory all because she looked to be filled with impotence.

@Levi 99 @Omari [brief drizzle mention] @poppy. [brief dove mention]

SHADEFROST
Agatha Kitty | Active, Mind Reader | Active, Silver Tongue | Active

Shadefrost had successfully and easily managed to pin the medicine cat apprentice to the ground. Which was quite a relief, seeing as how he didn’t like it when his murder attempts took too long to carry out. Briefly he wondered if she had any battle training prior to taking up her current position. The Shadowclan warrior had fought against many apprentice’s who, for some odd reason, were incredibly skilled in combat. They usually always posed a challenge against him and if this one happened to be just like them then he worried he wouldn’t be able to kill her within a reasonable time period. Or at the very least before one of her stupid clanmates came to intervene. “Now then, he said cheerfully, how should I start this o-” The warrior’s words were suddenly cut off as sharp claws began to berate his chest leaving stinging cuts that made him flinch backwards with a grunt of pain. He removed his paw from her underbelly as well, finding that it would be hard to keep it there when she was doing something as annoying as defending her life, but he didn’t back down. The second he released her, the black tom took his claws and raked them against Springpaw’s face. He made sure to cut as deep as he could while also avoiding her irises. Now, now, I know what you’re thinking. “I thought Shadefrost wanted to kill Springpaw.” Well of course he does, but he didn’t want her blind. How else would he be able to see the fear in the young molly’s eyes. Although, a blind cat would be more vulnerable and therefore an absolutely petrified mess in the heat of danger, but Shadefrost wasn't going to indulge all of his evil natured desires (at least not on this cat). “Stop being such a pest,” he hissed furiously, “I have waited and toiled so long for this moment you will not ruin my fun.” He brought another claw across her face, letting them travel along the same route as the first, then padded around to one of her wretched hind legs to deliver a powerful bite to it. “It will be so much better for you if you’d just let me do my job without all your kicking.”

[shoomy]

Originally Posted by Shadowed Flower

Fawnpaw

Fawnpaw had ran from her mentor and the Shadowclan warrior, picking her blood off of her lips. She looked to her shoulders, which had long, bleeding claw marks along them. Fawnpaw saw another apprentice nearby. She unsheathed her claws into the sandy ground as she listened to him speak, ready to pounce.

Yellowpaw
Shadowclan
Silver Tongue: ACTIVE | Shadow Fiend: ACTIVE

Yellowpaw stared at the cat with gleaming eyes. What fun he would have this time! The cat in front of him looked like a fighter, which usually meant you could make them angry enough through empty threats, although he wouldn't use empty threats. He lashed his tail, brushing up dust with the tip. He blinked not often, his legs and eyes unmoving. He took a small, sudden step forward, trying to antagonize the cat who was around an average apprentice's size.


He gazed at the cat intently, pretending to prepare an attack. He was going to attack the cat, but only once the cat was aggravated. Even then, he would attack in a special way. "Oh no, the Blunderclan apprentice songbird is attacking me. Whatever shall I do?" He said sarcastically, a little bit of blood dripping from his broken snout.


He refused to lose every he was in this battle. Shadowclan should have justice against these murderers! He would fight and fight until he won a battle, if he didn't win this one. "Can you even fight? Because you sure haven't even tried to nip me." He taunted. He swatted at the cat as if he was a kit.

[ChaosBringer.]

Originally Posted by TheShoomy

Yellowpaw
Shadowclan
Silver Tongue: ACTIVE | Shadow Fiend: ACTIVE

Yellowpaw stared at the cat with gleaming eyes. What fun he would have this time! The cat in front of him looked like a fighter, which usually meant you could make them angry enough through empty threats, although he wouldn't use empty threats. He lashed his tail, brushing up dust with the tip. He blinked not often, his legs and eyes unmoving. He took a small, sudden step forward, trying to antagonize the cat who was around an average apprentice's size.


He gazed at the cat intently, pretending to prepare an attack. He was going to attack the cat, but only once the cat was aggravated. Even then, he would attack in a special way. "Oh no, the Blunderclan apprentice songbird is attacking me. Whatever shall I do?" He said sarcastically, a little bit of blood dripping from his broken snout.


He refused to lose every he was in this battle. Shadowclan should have justice against these murderers! He would fight and fight until he won a battle, if he didn't win this one. "Can you even fight? Because you sure haven't even tried to nip me." He taunted. He swatted at the cat as if he was a kit.

Fawnpaw

Fawnpaw let out an amused hiss. "That's the best you can come up with? An attempt to taunt me?" She said, licking her lips. Her shoulders burned with pain, but she brushed it off. Fawnpaw circled the other apprentice, her claws unsheathing as she hissed. "What? Scared of making a move on some Blunderclan apprentice who doesnt care for your taunts?" She said.

[MockingRabbit]

Originally Posted by Tecumori

Sharpclaw
TC | Warrior | He/Him | 14m

[2 - Failed Dodge]

Damn, guess leaping from the front wasn't the best idea. As Sharpclaw lept, his opponent ducked, and so the reckless teen flew and landed with the grace of a wingless duck. He hissed, more of anger than of pain, as he picked himself back up. He turned swiftly, and as he did he was met with claws digging into his shoulder. For StarClan's sake, again?

Sharpclaw yowled. His old scars ripped open and leaked blood like a river. He lept back, heaving and snarling as he tried to drown out the pain. Somehow, his shoulder hurt worse than it did last time. Well, wasn't that nice. Now Drizzlecloud would have an excuse to drag him into her den again.

Alright, enough complaining; he wasn't a kit. He was a warrior with a fight to win. Though, he would have to find a smarter way of winning it. His opponent was bigger, stronger, and way more experienced-- and considering he was from ShadowClan he probably played dirty too.

His move from earlier was reckless. Stupid even as he'd lept from an angle his opponent could easily dodge from. Sharpclaw raked his eyes over Froststorm looking for any weak spots, before noticing the blood streaking one side of his face and over his eye. He couldn't ask for a better blindspot.

Biting back the pain in his shoulder, Sharpclaw lunged toward the bloodied side of Froststorm. As he swerved around the older tom he raised his claws and attempted to shred them down his pelt, and hopefully hook them in if possible.

(For this one, you only roll to determine if Sharpclaw does shred his claws down Froststorm's pelt. You get to decided whether he hooks them in or not~)

[1 - Fail dodge]

His lips turned at the corners when his blow landed. He felt warm blood on his paw, and by the amount of it, he guessed that he had reopened an old wound. Froststorm recoiled his leg to make another attack, but the ThunderClanner streaked forward, his claws digging into his flank.

That was his fault. He should have noticed the flaw in his guard. Unable to see properly, he was too slow to react. The marbled warrior tried to lurch away, but Sharpclaw's claws snagged in his fur. Froststorm yowled at him and kicked out at him with his hind paw.

[ChaosBringer.]

Originally Posted by dino.

Bumblestar's eyes snapped up as her opponent leaped upwards, no doubt trying to get the upper paw even for just a few brief seconds. She let Dreamingbloom land squarely on her back and then threw her head back, trying to ram the top of her skull harshly into the bottom of the ShadowClanner's chin, before she hurled all her weight to the side in order to crush her beneath her back and roll back to her paws.

Dreamingbloom

Dreamingbloom's claws dug into the leader's back, but before she could bend her head down to make a fatal bite, she felt Bumblestar's head ram into the side of her face and turning to ram Dreamingbloom into the ground. Taking note of this, Dreamingbloom snapped her teeth at the Thunderclan leader before jumping away, landing squarely on her paws despite her injuries.

[shoomy]

Originally Posted by Shadowed Flower

Fawnpaw

Fawnpaw let out an amused hiss. "That's the best you can come up with? An attempt to taunt me?" She said, licking her lips. Her shoulders burned with pain, but she brushed it off. Fawnpaw circled the other apprentice, her claws unsheathing as she hissed. "What? Scared of making a move on some Blunderclan apprentice who doesnt care for your taunts?" She said.

Yellowpaw
Shadowclan
Silver Tongue: ACTIVE | Shadow Fiend: ACTIVE

This cat was repeating his strategy, like the Thunderclanner before her. Truly, Thunderclan was just about exactly as mousebrained as the next. "The REAL question is, how does your clan make every cat as id10tic and violent as the last Starclan-forsaken cat?" He said. he slanted his head antagonizingly. He was going to continue, because it was working, even if the vermin had caught him.


"My point stands. You seem too forget we're not afraid to end your entire clan. After all, you killed so many members of our clan. By luck, because apparently Thunderclan mentors forget to teach there apprentices how to fight!" He said, still kit-like. This was fun and exciting! " What do you plan on doing when I win?" He launched a small cat punch at Fawnpaw. "Are you scared?"

[dino.]

Originally Posted by Shadowed Flower

Dreamingbloom

Dreamingbloom's claws dug into the leader's back, but before she could bend her head down to make a fatal bite, she felt Bumblestar's head ram into the side of her face and turning to ram Dreamingbloom into the ground. Taking note of this, Dreamingbloom snapped her teeth at the Thunderclan leader before jumping away, landing squarely on her paws despite her injuries.

Bumblestar felt the bite of claws at her back seconds before her head rammed into the side of her opponent's face. Unfortunately Dreamingbloom sprang free before she could crush her underneath her as she rolled, and Bumblestar's shoulders slammed into the ground instead of a body, knocking the breath from her lungs.

She staggered back to her paws, coughing, but wasted no time in launching another attack. Her forepaws reached to wrap around the ShadowClanner's neck and wrestle her back to the ground so that she could sink her teeth and claws into whatever flesh they could get to and tear violently.