Shellwhisker
Agatha Kitty [ ACTIVE ], Well Insulated [ ACTIVE ]
RiverClan Warrior - 36 Moons
Frostpaw's Primary Mentor
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As the fighting broke out around her, Shellwhisker launched herself into the battle and on top of the nearest ThunderClan warrior.
She recognized the tom - Mothdust.
Hissing aggressively, Shellwhisker dug her claws into his shoulders.
''Are ThunderClan cats always this mouse-brained?'' The golden-brown and white molly snarled. She leaped back down onto the ground whenever she left gashes on Mothdust's shoulders.
Shellwhisker reared up, lashing out with her forepaws. She gave a yowl of satisfaction as she felt her claws tear the flesh on his muzzle, slicing his nose.
Finchpaw strode without hesitation into the Riverclan clearing, tabby pelt bristling with uneasiness no matter how confident he tried to feel. He unsheathed his claws, watching some of his clanmates already charge into battle, and blood begin to spill onto the frosted grass. No backing out now...
(@Shellwhisker you said finchpaw could fight one of your characters, im ready whenever you are!)
The light of battle was in her eyes, and as her claws sunk into the apprentice, Starlingflight scowled in stern disapproval, scathing and unhappy. "Get your tail out of here," She spat, ducking away from the claws aimed at her face. She countered with an aimed swat at the apprentice's rear, as if spanking the naughty ThunderClan apprentice for his senseless invasion.
(what perms are allowed for your cats?)
Falling paw swung around andrammed his body into the warriors side
Flutterpaw's heart dropped to her
paws immediately. A battle. OF COURSE. Well,
at least she was good at fighting. But there was this...
this feeling. A feeling she didn't understand. Her mind
was... calm. A calm, almost, yes, that was it. Flutterpaw's
big hazel eyes darted around the clearing. The calmness sent
a line of icy terror down her spine, and her heart was lodged in
her throat. Why did she feel like this?
Oh, StarClan, no.
It was the same feeling she got in the fox attack, the same feeling
she'd felt before. Pain. Or worse- death.
It was coming. She could feel it in her bones. Soon, something deadly
would happen and she'd be no more.
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Thank you.
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Birdsnow was sitting in the shadows of her den. It was too early to do anything and she didn’t want to see the colorful sky. It reminded her of too much. She usually avoided the sunrises and sunsets for that reason. Only when the clearing was bathed in pale morning light, with sunlight stifled by gloomy gray clouds did she stand from her nest, feathery tail lashing, her nose twitching as she headed towards the den exit.
Yowls exploded from the clearing and she lurched forward, exploding out of the den, claws out and eyes blazing. Bumblestar. She had seen this cat in her clearing way too often lately. ”RIVERCLAN! Guard the nursery and elder’s den! Protect the medicine cats den!” She had a suspicion that Bumblestar would consider herself above attacking children, but she wasn’t about to risk anything. ”Defend our home! Show these trespassing fools what happens when they try to walk in here!” She shouted, lifting her voice above the already battling cats. Perhaps she would see a potential deputy or healer in the cats today. Not the most ideal test, but it would have to do. Perhaps she’d see some warrior-ready apprentices too.
As long as ThunderClan didn’t kill them all. That wasn’t possible. They wouldn’t.
Her claws remained out as she approached the ThunderClan leader, teeth bared and eyes narrowed to slits. ”I’ve seen you too many times recently, Bumblestar.” She planned on showing this conceited fool who she was messing with. Toe beans crossed that her warriors felt the same way. They had to defend their home- how would it look if ThunderClan beat them in their own home? What would happen to RiverClan then?
No. They wouldn’t win. She’d fight every single squirrel here if she had to.
Starting with this one. Lunging forward, she tried to slice her claws at the leaders face, and if the other cat tried to block, she'd aim a sharp kick to her chest. If the tabby was winded this would be a bit easier.
Finchpaw strode without hesitation into the Riverclan clearing, tabby pelt bristling with uneasiness no matter how confident he tried to feel. He unsheathed his claws, watching some of his clanmates already charge into battle, and blood begin to spill onto the frosted grass. No backing out now...
(@Shellwhisker you said finchpaw could fight one of your characters, im ready whenever you are!)
Emberfrost
RiverClan Warrior - 37 Moons
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Dark ginger and white fur was only just a flash as Emberfrost tackled Finchpaw to the ground, aiming ferocious swipes at the apprentice's ears.
''That'll teach you to fight us in our camp ever again!'' The RiverClan she-cat hissed.
Emberfrost aimed claws at Finchpaw's muzzle and her ice-blue eyes glowing with hate, giving a snarl of satisfaction and rage as she felt her claws slice his nose.
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Flutterminnow had to do this. She really didn't want too, but she wanted to prove her loyalty to Thunderclan. Besides, staying back at camp was for cowards. She wasn't no coward!
Looking for the first cat she saw, her eyes came across a Riverclan warrior yowling for... Birdsnow? Wait where was Larkstar? Something must have happened. Oh no now she feels even more bad...
No, Flutterminnow. You have to do this. Flutterminnow shook away her thoughts and dashed towards the older warrior. Aiming for a blow to the face.
(She's currently trying to fight Starlingflight, if that's okay! If not I'll change it to skunkstrike)
Hailstorm he guarded the nursery "Queens elders and any kits inside NOW!" he yowled as he stood infront of it tail lashing ready for the enemy. his blue fur raised and he growled as his ears pinned back with claws out
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cobwebpaw's head snapped up at the scent of thunderclan cats in the camp and goldfish's panicked calling. ' MINK! let's get our herbs ready.. ' her heart dropped at the small amount of herbs in the den. ' we're screwed. '
Goldfish spun around to face Cobwebpaw, eyes blazing.
She felt alarmed by the attacked, but her voice was fierce and
steady. "You listen to me, Cobwebpaw. You listen, now.
We'll be fine. We'll live. I'll protect you and this den with every
breath in my body, do you hear me?" she snarled, voice
more protective than angry. But what she didn't say was different. If I die, don't look back.
Not that she planned on it, though. No, that was silly. But hey- if
she had to go down today, she'd freaking go down fighting. That
was that.
Ah, there she- no, wait. Bumblestar's eyes narrowed. Birdsnow, not Larkstar, not the target she wanted. Come to think of it, she didn't see Larkstar anywhere. The hell was up with that?
She would take this instead. "Stop lookin' so hard if you're gettin' tired of seein' me, then." Teeth bared, she lunged forward, forepaw swinging out in order to slam into the side of Birdsnow's head and hopefully send her tumbling to the ground.
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