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.
Yowling...why was there so much noise outside? Falconflight lifted his head from where it had been resting in his nest of moss and looked around in confusion. It hit him. Blood. What was happening? Leaping to his paws, the warrior moved swiftly towards the mouth of the den. Orange eyes widening as the witnessed the scene in front of them, it took him a moment before he could process what he was seeing.
All three clans...attacking them?! A growl rose up from the grey tabby's throat in anger and disbelief. No way. Jumping into the battle, he maneuvered around his clanmates before spotting a formidable looking enemy warrior. All the scents confused him but he knew this cat was no Riverclanner. Launching himself at them, Falcon attempted to claw into their flank.
Ah. Mousepaw had landed a hit. He tried to feel proud, watching the blood trickle down her face, but the only thing he could really feel was the tight knot in his chest.
His opponent drew back for a moment to dodge, but after that, she... began to walk away? Maybe she was as inexperienced as him, then. Couldn't handle even getting a scratch. Again, the thought was almost amusing, but at the same time really wasn't. He was familiar with the sick feeling that might've, must've, been running through her veins.
Then, the apprentice's gaze sharpened, and she attacked once more.
This time Mousepaw couldn't even react, only watching in horror as the enemy went straight for his throat, sinking her sharp, sharp fangs in, causing Mousepaw to cry out at the burning pain and helplessly flail in her grasp. Blood dribbled into her mouth and onto the grass, the flow not stopping as she ruthlessly clawed into him, not even stopping as he felt the slight crunch of her teeth into his windpipe. Mousepaw tried to scratch back at her, get the monster to let go- but the most he managed were a few cuts, nothing enough to make her pull back, make her feel a fraction of what he was.
Over the next few moments, his shaking and clawing began to get more frantic, like Mousepaw was truly panicking- then, weaker. Against his will, his claws sheathed again, like Mousepaw couldn't keep control of his muscles anymore. Now he was just hitting the apprentice with his little black paws, as she fought him like Mousepaw even stood a chance. Blood continued pouring from the young, scrawny apprentice's throat. He couldn't say a word, only make a small, whining gurgling sound.
Finally, Mousepaw stopped moving entirely, going completely limp. His pupils dilated again, the black filling his now dull hazel eyes, and the only mark left that he even put up his pathetic fight were the few narrow cuts on Sleepypaw's dark pelt. Nothing that could stop her. Nothing that did stop her.
They would heal in a week, maybe two. Leave no scar. No memory of his attempt to fight, attempt to live.
Please, Riverclan... please, make it.
Sleepypaw - ShadowClan
Sense had left Sleepypaw's mind as she tore into the apprentice, vicious bite after vicious bite digging deeper and deeper into the RiverClanner's throat, claws tearing at whatever flesh of his body she could reach; merciless, cruel, unforgiving. Sleepypaw saw nothing but red, the shark metallic taste of blood gracing her tongue and dripping from her mouth, occasionally pausing to spit the waves red back out. Her claws, tainted crimson, her maw, tainted with murder, her actions, driven by murderous intent. She couldn't stop. She didn't know when to stop. Only subtly was she aware of the claws digging into her shoulders and face, weakly tearing her own skin and fur, scratches upon scratches forming proof of the RiverClan apprentice's struggle. But Sleepypaw did not relent. She did not stop, still not, not even when his windpipe snapped, or claws retracted and aims grew weak. She pushed forth, only further, ripping and tearing at his throat like she had never before (she in fact never had before) - a monster decimating its prey until only a limp, bloody mess was left behind.
...When did the body go limp? Jaws tightly locked around the body, eyes snapping open, she it - that dull look, those empty eyes, the lulling head in her grasp with no counter attack to be seen. She froze. She stopped. She released Mousepaw's throat, letting the body fall limp on the ground. His throat torn open, markings of ruthless claws littered his body. Did she do that? He was unharmed when she first attacked... She was unharmed when he first attacked. Sleepypaw stared down at the body, expression dull yet body frozen in shock. Blood dripped from her maw, teeth and claws tainted her - splatters covering her chest. She grew faintly aware of the stinging cuts around her face and shoulders, of the new nicks and drops of red that bulged from the small scars. But it was nothing compared to the splatters of red covering her... Covering him, splatters that were not his own. She took a step forth, pushing the body - there was no reaction. A shiver ran down her spine. What... Did she do? She nudge the body again, but still no reaction came and as heat left it's soul the realisation dawned. Did she... Kill him? Sleepypaw gulped, taking a step back. Was this... How? When? She had barely realised. She meant to fight. She meant hurt like he had her, she meant to win. But kill. She had killed. Eyes hurriedly scanned the battle surrounding her, the fighting and yowls and scent and taste of blood growing overwhelmingly strong. But she saw bodies, albeit few, she saw bodies much like Mousepaw's. Is this... How it was meant to be? What they were meant to do?
Her claws flexed, taking in the sight around her, mind subconsciously looking for mama or Miss Grandmama - their approval, their guidance, their words. They would know, but a flash of black and red speeded past her. Vibrant blue gaze was pulled along with the flash, mind reeling when she noted its inevitable target - Rookpaw. Rookpaw, the RiverClan-turned-ShadowClan delinquent who had been hanging far too close to her mama. Sleepypaw did not know what the deal with that was, why Rookpaw had to spend so much time with her mama when she hardly saw enough of the ex-medicine cat herself. She wished she could spend as much time with mama as Rookpaw did; a few moons prior she would have thought Rookpaw was just another replacement of herself. But Sleepypaw fought that thought, deciding that perhaps, once again, mama was waiting for her to reach out and that Sleepypaw had to do better. That she had to do more. ...She would approach both mama and Miss Grandmama after this fight, Sleepypaw decided, she had to.
But right now she could not get distracted. The RiverClan deputy was rapidly approaching Rookpaw and though she hardly knew the older apprentice, Sleepypaw could not disappoint her Grandmama or mama in letting another ShadowClan apprentice get hurt - her claws unsheathed, her teeth bared and the young apprentice leaped away from Mousepaw's body (a twinge in her heart as it pounded heavily against her chest) and she leap with all her might to try and land on top of Dusklion, her practice with Yellowtwist paying in the well-calculated leap, though, would it land? With unsheathed claws she intended to grab onto to Dusklion's back, to bite down on her scruff and vigorously shake while sharp claws would try to tear at whatever body part she could reach - preferably, shoulder, upper leg and, naturally, the throat while back claws aimed to dig into the she-cat's back to help the apprentice stay in place. She had a duty, and that was defend and protect her clan and clanmates - even in battle, even if she knew she was outmatched by the undeniably older and more skilled RiverClan warrior (or was it deputy?), Sleepypaw could not let a RiverClanner with murderous intent close to those of her own clan, or allied.
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Re: The Forest Roars
Thrushfreckle - WC - Closed
Well, this cat wouldn't get away with mauling his face without retaliation. He threw himself at Stagheart, snarling. He aimed to slash his face with his claws, hopefully blinding him. Thrushfreckle lifted his paw after attempting to slash Stagheart's face. He wiped the blood still trickling down the mauled side of his face, facing the RiverClan warrior with his good ear flattened and good eye narrowed, tail bushed and fur bristling.
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Rose side-eyed the cats and rats. Was she here because her name was Kat? | oakcrane graffitis "oakcrane wuz here" everywhere | pinto bean tells a hampter to walk all over your keyboard | Myling un-un-un-unevaporates here, sees the cats and rats, unmanifests, snatches some birbs, reappears and adds them to the pile | Snowheart promptly dumps a huge pile of snow on top of the cats, rats, hampters, and birbs. (and everything else), but they survive |
Just as he expected, the thunderclan warrior took the opportunity to pounce at him landing heavily on mudsmokes back. Though he wasn't expecting that much wait, he pushed of the ground with his front paws managing to get himself into an upright position to dislodge his attacker. Taking a few heavy and fumbled step back, he pushed backward forcefully falling heavily against the Floodstone. It's jagged and sharp features enough to bruise and cause some damage. Not only was he already outraged by thunderclan and shadowclan joining a battle they had nothing to do with but also raggedear's comments had really ticked him off. Sure he couldn't fight like a warrior but he could fight like a rogue.
Slamming back against the rock once more, hopefully dislodging the tom from his back, he swung around claws extended aiming for the place he had seen that revolting smug expression on his opponents face. He could feel the steering pain near his lower back where the thundclan scum had managed to claw through but he decided to ignore it. Ignoring the fact the he was not at all guarding himself he swiped again and again with more force then he needed. All it took was a good kick to make mudsmoke stumble back but he was at the point that he didn't care to think logically.
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|{side note: since mudsmoke is a warrior and isn't labelled complete defenceless, is it ok if he lands a few hits? Not insane ones but like a few that would leave a scar. Raggedear is still a better fight then him, considering reckless fighting comes with its own downfalls so you will still win o7}|
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Garlic Feather
Purrks; Just a scratch| Beefed up tier 3|
He-Him { River Clan } Warrior
At the success of his move, GarlicFeather felt a gush of pride for a moment. This was interrupted by the insult whirled into his face, narrowed eyes growing evermore narrow, GarlicFeather tried to sink his claws into the cats shoulders, and in an act of pure pettiness attempt to keep them pinned down. He would, infact, not being getting off. And he absolutely was not riverclan scum. They’d chosen to invade riverclan camp and chosen to pick a fight on others. All garlicfeather was doing was retaliation. Riverclan clan had a lot of cats that were bad, yes, but not all of them. That was the important part and they certainly didn’t deserve to be attacked like this with no reason then other disputes in the past.
STONETAIL-Windclan
Stonetail bucked trying to get the other cat off his shoulders he turned and flashed his teeth trying to snap at his attackers paws
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The world seemed to shift under paw as Dusklion moved too slow to save the new apprentice. Her tear-stricken face as Minkpaw delivered the final blow shattered what was left of her heart and the deputy willed herself faster (she was already too late). From here she could spot the life fading from the young she-cats eyes as she succumbed to death underneath the claws of a -
”You mons-,” the deputy had started to snarl towards the already fleeing Minkpaw when she felt a weight land on her back. Letting out a grunt the dark tabby stumbled a bit, eyes widening in horror as she twisted around to see her attacker; a young ShadowClan warrior from the looks of it. New maybe? ”You find honor in lettin’ your Clanmates kill kids??” she roared as she aimed to sink her teeth into one of the she-cats front paws, moving to try and bite down as hard as she could. Even if that didn’t work though Dusk was already thinking of how to get this cat off.
A gleam appeared in her eyes and soon enough Dusk was throwing her weight to the side in an attempt to roll and crush her opponent (Sleepypaw) underneath her, or at least get her off her back so she could scramble back around and face her head on.
Well, this cat wouldn't get away with mauling his face without retaliation. He threw himself at Stagheart, snarling. He aimed to slash his face with his claws, hopefully blinding him. Thrushfreckle lifted his paw after attempting to slash Stagheart's face. He wiped the blood still trickling down the mauled side of his face, facing the RiverClan warrior with his good ear flattened and good eye narrowed, tail bushed and fur bristling.
very large & muscular light brown tabby tom with stark greenish-blue eyes and a torn ear; beefed up tier 2
[ riverclan warrior | tomcat | 50 moons | gruff & battle-hardened, yet thoughtful; loyal to a fault ]
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This was the first warrior that would try to come back to him? The same one that had fled after a few blows? A scoff left Stagheart's throat as he watched Thrushfreckle run up, seeing the vengeance in his eyes. One of his ears was gone... he'd done that, hadn't he? Well, if this warrior was coming back for seconds... Stagheart didn't want to disappoint.
Echoing Thrushfreckle's snarl, Stagheart managed to just back up his face, the claws just barely missing his eyes — they did, however, score across his nose and muzzle. Stagheart shook his head, scattering droplets of blood everywhere and bared his teeth. The infuriated look had reentered his face.
"So you're tryin' again? After you're done rippin' apart innocent apprentices I presume, right?" He spat, his own fur bushed out and bristling as he sized up the warrior. Yeah... digging his claws and teeth into this fool would feel real nice. He just prayed Berrypaw wasn't watching this time — because he didn't plan on going easy. His muscles felt reignited with adrenaline and anger, pulsing through him and urging him to draw out as much blood as he could. It was rare when Stagheart became this angry — but with the entire world crashing down around them and Berrypaw only a few foxlengths away in the medicine den, there was no way this cat was going to pass him, alive or not.
"And you say we're the savages," Stagheart hissed before launching himself at Thrushfreckle once more. He aimed to try to bowl into Thrush's side, scoring his claws all down his flank. If that worked, after he knocked Thrush off balance, Stag would lunge and sink his teeth into his enemy's leg — and not let go.
Deeper and deeper, tugging his jaw to try to worsen and widen the wound. The tang of blood filled his mouth, nearly gagging Stagheart at its sudden rush into his throat, but he pressed down until his teeth scraped bone. He did his best to tear up the tom's leg as much as possible with razor-sharp fangs, his eyes glittering coldly in the moonlight as he ignored any attempt to flee or cry of mercy, if they were there. He wouldn't be able to hear them anyway over the roar of blood in his ears. Stagheart used his large paws to try to hold Thrushfreckle's retaliating attacks at bay as much as he could, ignoring the sting from his opponent's claws as he held on — was he practically trying to rip it off? Not even he knew, but he wouldn't let go just yet. Not until this apprentice-attacker made him.
So long as he could help it... this cat would leave with something to remember him by. Whether it be here or in StarClan.
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Re: The Forest Roars
Leopardlily
50 moons || ThunderClan Warrior || She/Her
Kitty Softpaws: ACTIVE || Shadow Fiend: ACTIVE
The Huntress
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As fighting erupted all around Leopardlily. Everyone was charging into battle, while she stayed towards the back like she was ordered. Everyone was charging into battle, while she was backup. Bumblestar did say they could fight though, and fight she would.
The feelings that the scene invoked were mixed. She'd been a part of this Clan for about a season cycle, yet she'd still not grown accustomed to the violence that surrounded the four Clans. It was quite pointless. She wasn't even sure of everything that RiverClan had down to promote these ancients grudges. Sure they'd done a lot, from poisoning prey to murder, to just starting conflict overall, but it was nothing that ThunderClan hadn't done. They'd had a whole raid. She wondered if the Clans would ever be satisfied, or if they just enjoyed the bloodlust.
It was certainly possible. She couldn't deny that battling was exhilarating... It was alluring... She was guilty of that same bloodlust too. Maybe even more than some of her Clanmates. After all, she'd been determined to learn how to battle, even if she'd been declawed from her days in the shows. And she couldn't deny that she was itching for a fight herself.
With gleaming eyes, the Bengal began skulking through the RiverClan camp, easily weaving through the many battles as she navigated through the shadows. Her pawsteps were light- undetectable even as she snuck through the camp. A sneak attack was a dirty move, but it wouldn't be her fault if the warrior she attacked was off guard. She crept out of the shadows, leaping out and onto the RiverClan scum, attempting to pin her to the ground.
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Re: The Forest Roars
Thrushfreckle - WC - Closed
Thrushfreckle was taken by suprise as the tom bowled into his side. He attempted to flip over, but failed. He was trapped. He felt teeth sink into his leg, lightly at first.
And then harder. And harder. He began to yowl in pain, tears springing into his eyes as he felt flesh tear and be ripped off. He swore he felt Stagheart's teeth scrape his bone. He tried to wrestle out, knowing he was hurt enough, but it only worsened the wound. "Please! Let me go!" he wailed, feeling kitlike as he blubbered. But who wouldn't in this situation? He finally managed to wriggle out, hobbling on 3 legs away. He stole a glance at his leg and saw that you could see bloody bone clearly in the middle of his leg.
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Rose side-eyed the cats and rats. Was she here because her name was Kat? | oakcrane graffitis "oakcrane wuz here" everywhere | pinto bean tells a hampter to walk all over your keyboard | Myling un-un-un-unevaporates here, sees the cats and rats, unmanifests, snatches some birbs, reappears and adds them to the pile | Snowheart promptly dumps a huge pile of snow on top of the cats, rats, hampters, and birbs. (and everything else), but they survive |
The fish went limp beneath her with a sharp crack of bone. Bumblestar stood from the fresh corpse without even a second glance and turned to refocus her attention, but before she could move a weight landed on her back and furious words battered her ears.
Without a second of thought, she twisted underneath her newest victim, raised her hind legs, and drove them sharply upward toward his stomach, intent on tearing into the soft flesh and throwing him off as she bared her teeth. "You'll rot with your legacy by the time I'm done with you!"
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A N T L E R B R A N C H
He/Him - 31 Moons - Purrks: N/A
Dark brown tom with white stomach, tufts of fur on his
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TW: Blood, Death
Two things flashed through Antlerbranch's head.
1. WHAT THE HECK HE PINNED BUMBLE OMG
2. WHY DID HE CHOOSE BUMBLESTAR??
3. Is that a dead cat? Yup it is.
Okay, three things. Maybe that's why he was able to sneak up on the ThunderClan leader, she was focused on mauling and killing one of his clanmates. But still. Why the hell did he choose a leader of all cats to fight? Maybe it was just rage, or maybe it was because of how overly-confident the squirrel could be. Either way- OH DRAT SHE WAS ATTACKING HIM!
[Wheel: Attack Lands Barely]
As the leader turned beneath the RiverClan warrior, he leaped out of the way to dodge her attack, but Bumblestar's claws hooking his stomach barely. Once he had pulled away, the longhaired tom turned to face bumblestar, his green eyes shining against the darkness.
[Wheel: Duck and Headbutt]
Antlerbranch faced bumblestar head on, running to make it look like he's attacking her head on. At the last moment, he jumped to the side. He lowered his head and lunged forward in an attempt to headbutt the leader's side and push her back. Antlerbranch was tired, and wasn't in the mood to fight right now. But, fighting an asshole leader was an exception.
[ Note: I am using a wheel to decide if bumble's attack lands and what attack anter uses ]
[Antler's thoughts do not reflect my own. Apologies if this post is messy]
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Re: The Forest Roars
Berrypaw is RiverClan's medicine cat apprentice! 
