°Rowan’Mane°
Male / Warrior / 25-35 Moons / Riverclan
large, strong mackerel-striped brown tabby with long fur and gray eyes
Purrks: None
Interaction For: @IDIOTICBEAN
When he leapt back from his opponent, he tore a bit of skin will this, throwing it to the side. What if this had happened to the other cat? How would he feel? Really though—the other clans should lay off.
The tuxedo tried to shake the pain off of his now bleeding leg.
This was a lot of blood loss. Stacking the belly scratches, side wound, and now the torn off flesh on her leg, Skunkridge was feeling pretty nauseous.
Were they wobbling?
No.
Okay, yes.
They weren’t very stable at the moment, they may have to retreat soon.
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ART SHOP! PURRKS: Rapid Recovery-Raccoonsun(RiverClan), Silver Tongue t1-Orangepaw(ThunderClan), Chill of Death-Leopardpaw(WindClan), Dreamwalker-Ravenpaw(ThunderClan), Agatha Kitty-Catfishwhisker(RiverClan), Kitty Softpaws t1-Caveclaw(RiverClan), The Collector-Dewfawn(WindClan)
Despite blows hitting her stomach, bruising the soft skin of her belly, the apprentice’s claws managed to dig through old lacerations of the deputy, droplets of blood tinkling down her claws and to her stomach – but not enough to entirely deter her, it seemed, still, Sleepypaw found a surprising ease in skittering back up the moment even the slightest bit of space was created. She hissed, painful, as she put too much pressure on her wounded paw, blazing eyes watching the deputy with careful alertness – when she suddenly jumped forth. A viscous and calculated set of claws met the deputy’s face in a satisfying rip through the skin while RiverClanner’s jaws closed around her ear, painfully tearing the thin layer of skin apart when Dusklion was suddenly pulled back from the dual attack on each other, leaving their fight unfinished.
Sleepypaw looked ahead as the deputy squirmed and fought against the assailant, a larger felines dragging her away by the tail, a pop sounding through the air. Sleepypaw stood watching for a few moments, mixed feelings of both admiration for his strength and irritation of unfinished fight filled her body, when a sound resonated behind her.
[ @taillow @BEAR. - Hi | face bapped with perms from Tal! PP below done with Perms from Red < 3 ]
All colour drained from her face as the lack of expression in her face became replaced by a freezing, burning cold. Her head turned around slowly, eyes gleaming with nothing but contempt – towards herself, towards the attack. As if something took over, as if she was no longer her own – the mere act of being preyed upon, of being harmed when she should be winning these fights, with no room for mistake or less; it drove something within her mind that brought the young apprentice to rear up on her back legs with a drawn out a rough hiss, her movement sloppy but with just enough preciseness to perform the task.
Paws and claws clasped around Alpinepaw’s shoulders, using the momentum of each their charges to slam the young apprentice down into the ground, razor sharp claws flexing deeper and deeper into the apprentice’s skin. Sleepypaw snarled when she felt the shock of pushing the other to the ground reverberate through her legs, fighting the pain of her ear, fighting the pain of the deputy-bitten paw, the various scratches littering her shoulders falling to the background, pushing through the soreness of her stomach.
Claws began ripping into the apprentice with a furry of blows, aiming the legs and surrounding area of the shoulders to make moving painful, maw opening wide to sink her teeth around the apprentice’s muzzle and shake like she had never before; an attempt at discouraging any biting, and disorienting the feline around her age.
Rearing back, ignoring any attempts at fighting back, Sleepypaw reared up on her back paws and brought her paw down slam down upon Alpinepaw’s head with a calculated blow, intricately, slowly, dragging her claws down the side of the apprentice’s head and neck, leaving a long trail of pooling red blood. All she saw was red, red fury.
She hissed again, tail lashing when she finally – much unlike herself – slammed into the apprentice, paws pounding the cat’s body with a fury of claws, jaws finally enclosing around the apprentice’s scruff and once again roughly shaking her head until she fell from her grasp, leaning down only to bite her legs then rise to slam down a paw against the nape of her neck with little mercy.
She stepped back, observing the apprentice with a furious, monstrous eye. Her claws flexed, splatters of blood littering her body, various scars littering that of Alpinepaw. She hesitated; observing for what felt like an eternity, watching the cat suffer. Sleepypaw did not like that. She trembled, only for a moment, before taking a tentative step closer. She was uncertain whether Alpinepaw would be able to fight back; deliberately, Sleepypaw unsheathed her claws again, brushing them over her pelt, pushing her to her side, before deliberately and slowly sinking them into the soft of her stomach. With care, Sleepypaw dragged her claws through the apprentice’s pelt, starting as a slow agony, increasing speed and strength as she went until long, deep red lines oozing with blood covered the apprentice’s stomach. By that point, Sleepypaw pushed forth in one fell swoop, pushing the apprentice’s head aside to lock her jaws around the weakness of her throat, digging sharp fangs deep until an oddly familiar snap sounded – was it the neck, or the windpipe like before? She did not know, but surely, Alpinepaw’s body grew quickly grew all the more weaker, until falling completely limp.
Sleepypaw held her victim for some more seconds, releasing only once the pulsing in her chest had downed, carefully laying the limp and bloody-scarred body to the ground, observing her wild and intricate work of claws and attacks on her body. Sleepypaw stood paralysed for some seconds, blood dripping from her maw, covering her paws and chest – most of it not her own. What led her to such actions? She blinked, swallowing, a metallic taste filling her mouth as she retreated back a few steps, taking in a deep breath only for her nose to be filled with that same metallic smell, sounds and tastes and smells once again growing overwhelmingly strong. She hated this. But Alpinepaw was dead, like Mousepaw. Her second victim of the day.
WISTERIAWREN - RIVERCLAN [OPEN] Just A Scratch: Active
{ Wounds; R shoulder bite, R forearm bite, flank injury }
Her vision was blurry, her mind was confused, her heart was weighed down, her countenance sad. She'd managed to escape the WindClan Fury on her tail and stumble away, blood dripping down her side as her right arm was kept aloft. The ex-kittypet was limping at a pitiful pace, her face wet with tears of both pain and sadness already shed. But she'd abandoned the crying to focus on doing something, anything at all. She was useless to the chaos, useless. . .
Breath catching in her throat as she turned and re-spotted Sedgetwist's mangled body amidst the fighting cats, Melody swiveled to go back to the youngster. He hadn't deserved to die, not like that. Like so many others today.
Wrenpaw
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94/100
10 moons || she/her || RiverClan Apprentice || Silver Tongue medium furred silver smoke she-cat; blue eyes
[wren rolled a 15 to dodge]
Crafty little rabbit, Wren spat in her mind, muzzle drawn back in a snarl as the cat under her paws managed to wiggle away yet again. She's a good fighter, she knows she is, but so far the only hit she'd managed to get on this cat was one when she had the element of surprise. It's annoying. It's frustrating. But then Wren get's a good break and manages to keep facing her opponent and anticipated the attack coming her way so she managed to avoid it.
Now it was her turn again. Putting on a burst of speed, Wren tries to use her large size to ram into Winterpaw and send her sprawling to the rocky ground where she can try and tear at her stomach the same way the white apprentice did to her.
Honeystep
Kind ❀ Sweet ❀ Patient ❀ She/Her
“Sweetness can be found anywhere, you just need to look hard enough.” @Neptune. @zozelen
Honeystep rolled a 12 to attack!
Honeystep hated fighting, she hated it so much but yet again she was forced to do it yet again. The warrior froze at the sight of it all. Why did all three clans decide to become so cruel.. Then again the clans were always cruel, weren't they?
Her attention was dragged towards one of Riverclan's apprentices getting beat up badly from a Windclan cat it seemed. She had to push herself, she had to come and help or they might die... Wrenpaw already looked so hurt in her eyes. Swallowing down her convictions Honeystep ran in to the recuse.
By the time that she got there, Wrenpaw knocked Winterpaw to the ground so she took the opportunity to bite down on Winterpaw's tail as hard as she could. Which wasn't break your bones hard mind you, as her pacifist nature was pulling her away from actually doing the true amount of damage she could do. Honeystep wanted Winterpaw to cry to give up but she didn't want to break anything. "Tap out whenever, Windclanner." Honeystep said in a rather muffle voice.
The silver apprentice rushed straight at Winterpaw, and this time he couldn't get out of the way before she barreled into him, knocking the tom down with all her weight. Trying yet again to attack him while he was pinned, she used her claws to tear into Winterpaw's belly, mirroring what he did to her- Winterpaw could only attempt to push back, using his legs to try and push her off. Still, she drew a long gash of blood from the apprentice's bright fur, and the crimson hue began to spread across his stomach. Winterpaw grit his teeth, pupils shrunken and split, but not yet defeated- instead of agonizing pain, Winterpaw could feel the heat in his blood and the harsh, metallic air filling his lungs.
Coming from somewhere that definitely wasn't Wrenpaw, there was a sudden bite into the meat and fluff of his tail while he was still down. "Tap out whenever," came the muffled voice of his new attacker, like she thought this was near enough to stop him.
Just A Scratch is activated!
Winterpaw's back leg kicked out to hopefully claw into the tail biter's face, and he turned his head to sink his fangs into Wrenpaw's foreleg as she stood above him. Once one of them let go, he'd be able to regain his footing and fight them both face to face, taking on the two at one- even as the blood kept coming, he could still stand on his paws.
There's was...a lot of cats, a lot of mixed scents, a lot of everything. Too much of everything. And Sunsetpaw didn't even know if they themself could defend themself properly let alone fight someone. But it's not like they should hide, when they should be out here fighting for their clan. Their mentor hasn't taught them much yet. But to the other cats, they were already the age of a warrior and probably almost looked like one too. It'll be more surprising if they ended up untouched. Okay, they just need to calm down for a bit and believe everything'll be fine soon. No. No it won't. Why do they keep telling themselves that. A clan can't just hold up against three others
[Sunsetpaw's battle training is still in progress]
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purrks ; the collector , herbal knowledge t2
15 moons . one lame leg
tags ; @Neptune. - lichenpaw
trigger warnings for this post: head trauma, tongue trauma, and blood
[ cob rolled a dodge of literally 3 ]
cobwebpaw triumphantly laughed, about to tell lichenpaw to get out of camp and not come back, before her laugh was cut off with a scream. her legs swept out from under her and her head cracked to the ground. she bit her tongue as she fell, blood spilling from her mouth. newly renewed rage in her eyes, she struggled to her paws, spitting out blood. cobwebpaw looked a step away from psychotic, grinning maniacally with blood coating her teeth and dripping from her mouth and a cut on the top of her head.
' oh-ho-ho. you. right. ' spitting out more blood to the side, cobwebpaw advanced on the crumpled cat. ' now, you have two. goddamn. choices. you can leave and run right now and never come back to my stars-damned home, or you can stay and fight. because i will try to kill you. you have not showed any of us here mercy. you have not showed me mercy, ' her eye twitched, and she looked truly insane. ' so what do you choose? '
Lichenpaw
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14 moons || she/her || WindClan apprentice || honed skill [INACTIVE] scrawny calico with one blind eye; blue eyes
"Don't you dare speak to me about mercy!" Lichenpaw snaps, also getting quickly to her feet. The audacity of this feline to go preaching about mercy of all things! To her!"Where was RiverClan's mercy for us?! Huh? Where was that mercy when your warriors tortured Twistedpaw?! Where was that mercy when one of your 20 leaders in the past six moons murdered Twilightstar without reason?! Where was that mercy when three of your warriors infiltrated our camp?! WHERE WAS THAT MERCY WHEN YOUR FLEA RIDDEN DEPUTY KILLED FALLOWNOSE IN COLD BLOOD?!"
She's shouting now, she knows she is and that she sounds incoherent probably, but so much had happened while she was away for those moons... there was so much that Lichenpaw had missed... cats she couldn't say goodbye to... and this cat had the gall to question her about mercy of all things.
"You have no right to say such things to me after all your clan has done!" She shouts and lunges forward, forgetting that her claws are useless and unable to tear into flesh, but she's angry, she isn't thinking clearly, she just wants to make this cat hurt as much as possible.
[ you've got full pp perms to knock lichen off cob and move on to the next thing as i will be logging off for the night very soon <33 ]
MorningMimic stepped to the side in an attempt to avoid the other cats claws before attempting to run his claws down her flank.
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MorningMimic rolled a 12 for dodge
MorningMimic rolled 19 for attack
Silverrose - WindClan
Narrowly avoiding the set of claws thrown her way, Silverrose twisted around the RiverClan warrior, constantly moving about, launching herself forth to throw several quick slashes and nips at Morningmimic's legs.
Tufted heard the amused laugher bubble in her throat as more blood came from her maw, clogging what little he could hear from the molly. The tom spun around as the wily she-cat dodged, expertly avoiding her strike at his face.
Now, he would swipe his own paw, dripping with blood from her earlier attack, attempting to swat her in the face, then follow up with a flurry of blows to attempt to open the wounds on her muzzle and chest more deeply.
(Also using a d20 dice roll now! No joke he got a nat 20 lmaoo)
`~Owltalon
She, Her\Lionheart\43 moons\Riverclan
"Are you listening, starchild?"
She felt pain all over so letting this cat get another hit in was not something she wanted to deal with. This cat obviously wasn't dying, but she wasn't about to die either. One of them had to call it quits, right? The Shadowclan cat easily avoided her attack. It was disappointing, but she'd allow it. Not like she could stop him from dodging or anything.
A large paw swatted at her face, a trail of scarlet following close in suit. She narrowly missed the attack as the Lionheart staggered back, her back arching as she stood on her toes. Shadowclan cats were always the stubborn ones, she doubted this one would be up for compromise. Worth a shot though, right? Just incase this idiot got cocky though, Owltalon still had teeth, regardless of what scars were on her maw, and she wasn't afraid to use them.
She gargled up the blood that trickled from her maw up to her mouth before spitting it all out completely. It was quick and easy, nothing to cause a scene about. But that taste... It was absolutely disgusting.
"Aye chap," She said icily, amber eyes locked on the warrior. "Name's Owltalon. Not very important, eh? Anywho, I'm thinkin' we all got our hits in---" the Lionheart darted her eyes away for a moment, her gaze temporarily searching for weak spots. His paws would be a good place to strike, might throw him off. "Maybe call it quits? I gotta fight more chaps than the likes of you. Much offense." Owltalon mused with an easy shrug.
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◆◇ Honeybite: The Devil, Reversed
ShadowClan she/they ◇◆
Honeybite's nose twitched as the recognized the warrior holding down the fishy - Beetlejuice. Seemed bug had the warrior in a tight bind all on bugs own. But it would be too much work to find someone else to fight, so they opted to remain right where they were.
Before Honeybite could get a proper attack in, Duskleaf's hind paw lashed out in their direction.
[ Dusk's's 10 vs Honey's 14
Attack misses? ]
Honeybite ducks beneath the lashing appendage.
Teeth bared, the ShadowClan warrior reaches to snap their teeth into the offending appendage, to hold the bottom half of the warriors since their Clanmates had the upper part of his body.
The ShadowClan warrior barely has a moment to regain their posture when the sensation of claws ripping at the fur on their flank causes them to whirl around on their assailant. Teeth bared, the lithe warrior side-steps to avoid another flailing limb. Besides, Beetlejuice seemed to have that fish well and truly caught in bug's claws.
Honeybite rears up and launches themself at Azaleablood's side, bloodied maw parted to snap at her belly, not even caring that she was a queen. You poke the bear, you get bit.
[ Honeybite rolled a 20 ]
[ @Ladiebugg ]
//Sorry if I'm not doing the dice system properly! I wasn't sure how we were going about it\\
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Battle. Fighting. Elder stood frozen at the mouth of the nursery, watching the chaos break down, memories of father slashing mother flashing before her eyes. Her heart pounded in her small, weak chest as she hurriedly scrambled about, mind racing and reeling, growing almost disoriented. Elder panted, afraid, back and leg injuries stinging as she quickly found Starry, shaking her sister awake. “Leave, Starry- we have… To leave!”
She urged hurriedly, trying to nudge her sister upright, and push her towards the nursery’s exit. She hardly knew anyone here, she knew no one here! They had only just arrived – all they knew was the cat in a fight (Dusklion) and the other, that healer. She had to be in the healing den, right? “Misty, Misty, …”
She repeated, wanting to tell her sister to hurry, to go to the healing den, to go to Mistyshard because surely she would be able to keep them safe again, right? She had done so once, maybe she could do it again! But in the fevrent movements, trying to evacuate her sister out of the den and towards the medicine cat’s den, paying little mind to her surroundings as her mind focused on keeping Starry safe, it seemed Elder encountered one of her denmates by running straight into them, nearly toppling over from impact with a yelp.
Re: The Forest Roars
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