Nightgaze followed Drizzlecloud and Snakepelt into the battle with unsheathed claws. Black fur bristling, she hissed at any Riverclanner who came close and only gave a fierce glare to any other non Thunderclanners. She had to protect the med, her clan was depending on her to do her job.
The black warrior glanced at Drizzlecloud as she spoke. "Got it!" She could point the medicine cat to their injured clanmates, no problem! Afterall, guarding didn't restrict them from being helpful! Surveying the battle, her green hues fell upon an apprentice collapsed on the ground. One of their own, it was Fallingpaw. Dread setting in she immediately turned to Drizzlecloud "Hey, Driz! Fallingpaw's down!" Using her tail to signal to their clanmate one phrase repeated itself in her head. 'Please don't let them be dead...'
It was… She did not know how to say it. But the feeling of landing square of her opponent’s back, claws digging in before furious attacks landed on a paw that appeared to be lame – her whiskers twitched, eyes finally lifting up to notice an apprentice – one that scented of herbs – a medic. Her expression darkened; so this is who Cobwebpaw tried to reach – who she couldn’t fight. Before she could say anything, the medic helplessly flailing in the corner of her eye, Sleepypaw just narrowly escaped the older apprentice’s claws ruffling through her fur as she leapt back, teeth baring. Her eyes flashed with a sudden anger, a sudden fire; they glanced over to Berrypaw – cold and uncaring.
“Run.”
She ordered before the ShadowClanner leapt back forth, mouth opening and claws raising with the intent to lock around Cobwebpaw’s scruff and – with great struggle – try to yank, pull and drag Cobwebpaw as far away from the medicine cat’s den – from Berrypaw – and into the large fray of fighting as she could; she had no intent of harming Berrypaw, she had no wish to and did not want that medic apprentice to get involved.
If she had succeeded, Sleepypaw spit Cobwebpaw’s scruff from her mind, jerking her towards the ground despite the difference in height – Cob appeared a bit taller – vibrant, piercing blue eyes once more flashing towards Berrypaw.
“Run.”
She insisted again, this time harder, more serious – less forgiving before she dashed forth again, body set to ram into Cobwebpaw and claws raised to dig into the skin of her head, intent on dragging her claws across the RiverClanner’s ear – or head, if she failed that mark – much like what Dusklion had done to her ear.
Sleepypaw hissed, wasting no time to rear up on her back legs, more wobbly than she would’ve liked, pushing through the pain of her paw as she furiously lunged forth to wrap her paws and claws around Cobwebpaw, intending to slam the apprentice into the ground. Should that succeeded, Sleepypaw would move forth, a clawed front paw reaching out to press down on the top of Cobwebpaw’s throat with little mercy, her other paw moving to deliberately dig into Cobwebpaw’s skin and dragged down to leave a long, red scar across her chest.
Sleepypaw sneered, irritated by her counters, by her inability to submit like Alpinepaw had – whiskers twitching as her stance grew rigid, frozen, fearful of her own self yet vengeful of not yet having won this fight. Of needing to win this fight. Words stuck in her throat, unable to speak, only able to – if she had the upper paw – look down at Cobwebpaw was a mix of indescribable emotions.
[ @squidz @finley !! - She’ll most likely go back to cobleg by her next post !! ]
BeetleJuice easily avoided the swipe to his muzzle and lunged for the other cats leg, attempting to lock Bugs jaw around DuskLeaf's leg and pull. It wasn't aiming to dislocate or break, just cause some pain.
AzaleaBlood shrieked as HoneyBite bit her belly, flailing with her claws out in an attempt to hit the other cat. 'Y-You.. Monster! I.. I have kits! What.. What are you doing?'
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AzaleaBlood rolled a 7 to Dodge
AzaleaBlood rolled an 8 to Hit
Silverrose - WindClan
Silverrose snarled as she felt a pair of claws rake across her muzzle, blood dripping where the hit landed. Angered she took a leap back, swiftly turning on her paws and utilizing her swift movement to send a calculated kick with both her back legs in Morningmimic's direction.
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ﾟ。 Mossfreckle (ShC)
ﾟ･｡･ﾟ they/he ~ medicine cat
❦ Lanky form barrelled into the larger grey molly and successfully removed her from Fogwatcher, the medicine cat’s retorts hadn’t hurt… then again no one’s words truly got past his skin, nothing was as bad at the wisping haze of all too real taunting… Mossfreckle didn’t want to attack his fellow healer, he didn’t want to fight when he had better things to do with his time but necessity had made him and as he uprighted himself and took a step back on white tipped, mud stained paws he spoke once more, his calm tones where quite and within the cacophony of yowls and pain laced howls, undetectable to any but Mistyshard and himself, ”I know, I know…” his words trailed off - he didn’t include that clan life was hard, she knew that - he didn’t say that sometimes things happened for no reason, she knew that, all the freckled herbalist did was acknowledge his words while true were harsh and that her words also held truth… but life wasn’t fair. Words spoken and the situation as smoothed over as one could hope for as a battle raged on before then, oriental shaped form ran to Fogwatcher’s side, a snagged herb bundle clench between his white twinged maw and his heart pounding in ocean static in his downturned angular ears, within the confines of his starry mind was a tête-à-tête of his usual medical detachment - cold, calculated, and unfeeling - and the fear of a panicked lover watching crimson leak form their mates throat… it wasn’t like they were official, like Fogwatcher had accepted him… but damnit he loved the fluffy, silvery, white clouded tom and he would rip him from the claws of Starclan if he needed to just to have him stay by his side. The leaf bundle sprawled open on an organised tumble as the tom nipped the package open, he didn’t have moss which was useful when they had space but in a battle it wasn’t something worth taking up a space, ”Here love, please take these,” Mossfreckle spoke in hushed mimicked calm tones, a shaking paw pushing forward two poppy seeds he had paws from the dry vermillion flower before his angular head stooped downwards to gingerly lap away at the crimson shrouded wound that adorned the felines silvery throat like the red strings of fate that the herbalist hoped still bound him to the living realms of the world, white muzzle grew ever more crimson stained as bile rose to the medicine cats throat and the cloying, bittersweet tang of metallic blood overwhelmed his senses, freckled nose twitched uncomfortably but he continued until the gash was visible… he was going to live… relief flooded through Mossfreckle’s system like ice cooling the fiery holds of adrenaline. A gentle white tipped paw applied pressure to Fogwatcher’s neck, hard enough to keep the blood flow staved but light enough to ward off any undue strife, a sole marigold bud went from whole to paste before being dabbed gingerly onto the white splotched tom along with a crushed oak leaf to help clot the still flowing bud, tightly bound cobwebs came next and were pulled tight and taunt but remained lose enough to prevent breathing issues… he was going to live. Mossfreckle pushed the larger tom up right and braced Fogwatcher’s fluffy form against his only lightly muscled, lanky body taking a moment to like the toms muzzle a few times for his own relief… he was going to live…”Can you walk Fogwatcher, let’s get you off to the side,” he wasn’t in fighting or guarding shape so it seemed Mossfreckle would have to pull both their weight - guarding himself and the ton alongside watching the battle and taking in those too wounded to fight - although it seemed Shadowclan was holding its own, ”you’re going to be alright, it’s okay,” he reassured the tom in emotion filled soothing tones before shuffling his herbs and the wounded fluff ball back to their vantage point.
A screech escaped Falconflight's maw as claws grazed the side of his neck, trying to grab him. He was lucky this time, as he swiftly yanked himself away from his opponent's side, though not enough to fully escape the damage of the blow. Shaking himself off, a look of surprise briefly crossed him features as Springburst, his former apprentice, attacked in his place. Guess they were gonna take this Fox-heart down together.
He shooted their opponent a furious glare as they leaped away from the two Riverclanners. Alarm washed over him as the enemy suddenly pounced on Springburst causing her to crash to the ground. No, no, no, no, no! Horror glimmered in fiery hues as they ripped his former apprentice to shreds like she was just a piece of prey.
Ears pinned back, and thoughts racing Falcon was watching something he thought he'd never have to witness, nor did her want to. He had to help her! Get the huge cats off her and stop them- It was too late. The damage was done. He wasn't fast enough...he couldn't save her... but he could get avenger her pain and make this cat pay for the scars Spring would recieve from the brutal attack.
A thunderous roar erupted from the grey tabby "HOW DARE YOU HARM HER, YOU FOX-HEART!" No apprentice of his would be treated in such a way. Former or otherwise. The black and white cat's shoulder crashed into him and a wave of pain flooded through him but he retaliated. Fueled by anger and a thirst for revenge he attempted to sing his fangs down hard on their shoulder and rake his own claws down their half-white muzzle. Falconflight would make them suffer in return.
Salamanderkit is quick to cling to Aspenkit's suggestion when it comes, his hopeful voice jogging her memory of the evacuation practice—the helpful bits, not just all the scary stuff Dusklion had said about getting gutted by Windclanners, the memory of which sends a cold shiver crawling down her spine. Her hackles rise anew, a bristly litte ridge of orange and black splotches—she will not let these warriors (Dapplewing and Bearsnout] let those warriors (the monsters) gut her, or anybody else here for that matter. If digging a path to safety is their best bet, then digging shall be done...!
Or—or maybe no? She aborts her scramble to the back of the den at Aspenkit's direction, turning her round face toward Marigoldkit. Salamanderkit's not the sharpest thorn on the branch, but hearing such tearful caution from a much older kit has her wary of the plan already. Marigoldkit confesses (in that broken voice that has Salamanderkit's chest all tight) that she doesn't think she could dig, not in her condition, and Salamanderkit sneaks a curious look down at her own paws. Soft pads that've never tread on anything much rougher than moss and feathers, bitty claws that could barely split a moth's wing. She stomps around a bit, testing her own grit. Come to think of it, digging sounds like hard work, and while Salamanderkit's always excited by the idea to so something hard, she isn't sure now is the time to try new things. Aspenkit's looking a little less sure, too. Salamanderkit can feel herself deflate.
So, no digging their way to freedom, then. Maybe that's for the best: how can she know if Brokenstream is winning out there if they all leave before he's done whooping all of Windclan*?
(*Salamanderkit has yet to realize that this attack is far larger in scale than any of them were anticipating. To her, this must be what's normal of a one-on-one conflict.
It is likely for the best that she doesn't really grasp the severity of this battle for now. She'll learn soon enough.)
She watches, grappling with that nasty, dirty, no-good fear as Aspenkit backs down and finds a quiet place to tuck himself. Marigoldkit's tremulous tone sticks in her head and she can't bring hersef to look back at the other she-kit for fear that she'll start crying, too. She hates this. She hates it more than she's ever hated anything, more than she's ever hated getting washed or getting scolded or being carried when she doesn't want it. It's not fair. Not for her and not for anybody. With no grasp on any of the politics that had led to this battle in the first place, all Salamanderkit sees is pure injustice: monsters coming to get them all, just because they could.
"Because they're monsters!" This is the accusation she shares with Cloudykit in her biggest, angriest voice, barking like an outraged lapdog. "And they can! And that's it! They think we're all too little, don't they?" This question she poses to Bearsnout and Dapplewing, though it's largely rhetorical. Salamanderkit's projecting somethin' fierce, and while she uses the word 'little', here, what she realy means is 'weak'. "They think we're little, and they get to do bad stuff to us just because they can. But Riverclan's not little, right?" She knows she is. This is part of the problem. But what's worse to Salamanderkit is that the biggest cat she's ever seen is sat between her and her first battle, and he can't tell her that they're winning.
And she wonders if that means they're all little, after all. If it makes any difference whether these warriors are with them or out there fighting. And she wonders about Brokenstream, who's supposed to be saving them all right now. If you don't know if you're winning, then you're losing. And if every Riverclanner out there is too little to fight the monsters and be the winners, then where does that leave them? The mention of evacuation comes back up again, but Salamanderkit's got this horrible pit in her chest because, what does she know about monsters? They're mean. They're scary. And every monster likes to...
"What if they chase us? What if we have to 'vacuate and they chase us? Aren't Windclan cats fast?" She's her own worst enemy, working herself up like this, but it's impossible to stay calm right now. Not with what she can hear happening just beyond the nursery.
"Do we have to stay here?" Is where all this panic finally leads. Rationally, she knows the answer already—but rationality is already something Salamanderkit lacks on a good day. The way she's thinking now is, if even the warriors are too little to win this, then why should it matter if the kits are there, too?
"W-We....we could...!" She starts up impulsively, back arching again, feet tamping the ground like she's revving up for something. Could what? She's not smart. Not even for a kit her age, and she knows that. She's not an idea-haver, but it makes her so angry that none of them can do anything because they're little that she's going to run her mouth anyway. "We could get their feet and bite them up! We—We could chew their ankles right through, so they can't stand! Y-You can't do a war if you can't stand! They won't even see us, we're too little," she chokes a bit. Too little. What a stupid, awful thing, to be too little.
She rounds on Bearsnout and Dapplewing with renewed ire. "Swear you're gonna let us! If you two, and if the others, and if Brokenstream can't save us then swear we get to bite them! I bite hard, did you know that? Even if I'm little, okay? I could win!" Oh, dangit, and there she goes, voice cracking the way she'd been scared it might ever since hearing Marigoldkit speak. Oh, she hates it, and she makes it known with a few more stomps and another commanding spit that just because she's shaking and afraid doesn't mean she's not ready to throw down, too. Every monster there is will have to pay for making her feel like this. Not just her, either. Every monster has to pay for Marigoldkit crying, and for Aspenkit putting himself in the corner, and for Cloudykit covering her ears, and for scaring Beaverkit and Snailkit and making Springkit have to hide in here with his mama.
Salamanderkit paces a tight circle, tripping over nests. "How hard can you all bite? I mean if you really try, how hard??"
i think nearly every character is namedropped or referred to at least once but the last line of dialogue is being posed to any & every other kit in the den right now to interact with if you want!
Duckkit stood up, she was afraid of what might happen to riverclan because of the madness of all of the clans, she wondered why the clans were mad at just riverclan, of course she didn't understand, she was just a little kit who knows nothing except food nap and war in that little brain of hers, sometimes she felt like she had one braincell. She's trying to focus on what Salamanderkit is saying, salamanderkit was so serious about stuff, she just thinks Salamanderkit should calm down, but it wont do no use to tell salamander to calm down, it'll just make it worse! Duckkit wanted to fight in the war, she wanted to be one of those fierce warriors out there, but sadly she has to stay in the nursery, everyone tells her that she cant fight being that young! But, in her opinion she can fight out there, she just has to try.
"what's up with all this fighting? why cant the clans just get along for once!"
She hadn't been expecting the WindClan leader to fall so easily, to the stumble backwards made Dusklion's stomach do flips as she crashed down onto the ground with her. She had felt her claws hit their mark but there was no sign that it had even hurt the other. Too slow in recovering from the fall to notice the hind legs in line with her chin, the deputy felt her head get shoved back repeatedly, enough to retract her claws from the leader's flank and scramble backwards. Blood was oozing from the gash in her flank and it was making her head spin a bit.
Regaining her footing Dusklion looked up in time to see a sharp claw headed for her cheek. The impact stung and sent her stumbling backwards, jaws agape as she stared at Twilightstar. "I can't just walk away, I-" she started, ears flattening. There was a heartbeat, then another, and finally - "I'm sorry, okay!? Im sorry!! Is that what you wanna hear? Or do you wanna hear about the fact that his death's been hauntin' me ever since it happened? Or how I see the light leavin' his eyes because he didn't expect the blow every time I close mine? Or maybe how I know Lions 'n Bites 'n even Fury would all shake their heads in disappointment when all I've ever wanted is to be just like them?? I never meant to kill him! He just. Didn't. Move!"
Releasing the pent up guilt felt similar to how the floodwaters had washed out her fur. She could feel the desire to fight draining from her, and suddenly there was nothing else happening except for Twilightstar in front of her, shining the light on who she truly was, and who she had tried to keep hidden. "We apologized, at the gatherin' - we owned up to all the mistakes of the past leaders. Yeah we got a long way to go, I know that! I know RiverClan's dug its claws deep into WindClan, 'n if I could bring all of the cats who've harmed yours 'n shred their ears, trust me I would!! But I didn't want RiverClan to look weak! We can't... I can't be weak - I can't be! A deputy isn't mean to bow or be weak, they're meant to be strong, 'n... 'n..."
Breathing was suddenly hard, Dusklion's eyes widening in a panic as she fought to get more air in. Just over Twilightstar's shoulder she saw him; bloodied with narrowed yellow eyes; Fallownose. He was staring right through her, into her soul, and at that moment something clicked in her mind. She didn't want to face it right now, she didn't want to admit she had been wrong. She needed to be... to be... to...
With a defiant snarl the deputy leapt again at the leader in an effort to block out the horrid voices in her mind. She darted to one side and ducked before aiming to rear up and lock her claws into the leaders shoulders. Her jaws were parted, aiming to bite down on the space between Twilightstar's neck and shoulder.
[Deerspark]
He, Him\Warrior\24 moons\Riverclan
"Da da da we're dead-"
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DEERSPARK FUMBLED HIS DICE!
this permanent injury was discussed OOC and requested by me^^
Just as he predicted, Bumblestar's paw was raising to meet his face. Good thing he thought ahead, the panic hadn't gotten a hold of him yet. That was a good thing. He dug his claws in just a bit deeper. Deerspark knew he'd be thrown off balance within seconds, so he needed all the support he could get to possibly drag his claws across her face in a clean line.
But what he overlooked, his single miscalculation, was now coming for him and at full speed. Large sharp paws smacked him across the face. No. Not his face. His jaw. The Riverclan warrior wailed, a numbing pain accompanied by the loud crack of his jaw. He heard the sound echo in his hollow skull as he stumbled to the ground, pulling Bumblestar down with him.
His jaw had to be broken, no doubt. Tears swelled in his eyes and made his vision blurry, but he couldn't slow, not with his clan on the line. The clan that was losing.
Deerspark raised his lengthy hindlegs, aiming them at Bumblestar's hanches. His muscles tensed as he kicked, hoping to get a gash or two in her legs. He also needed to get her off of him as soon as possible. With Bumblestar's jaws so close to him he doubted she wouldn't at least try to deliver a finishing blow to the neck.
Yet another failure. Yet another broken bone. Bumblestar wished it was the neck again, but she'd take rendering the jaw useless just as well. Her flank hit the ground, and she felt kicks barrage her haunches, claws strike her flesh. A furious snarl ripped from her throat and she raised another paw, talons glinting, and brought it down with intent to rake it across Deerspark's face, ignoring the pain smarting from the gashes she had taken.
She had words she wanted to spit and sneer, but their weight would be nothing compared to the agony of her teeth ripping out this cat's throat. Her jaws snapped open and she lunged, aiming to sink a killing bite to his jugular.
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the young warrior peeked outside of the nursery, she saw warriors fighting, she thought it was so cool, but she had to close the curtain, she didn't want to be attacked, its not like she cant fight, but she is just to young right now to get injured, she has considered that they cant fight the kits in the nursery because they are to young.
she remembers what she saw and what moves the warriors made, she saw a lot of blood to, it kinda spooked her at first, but blood is natural! At least that is what her little mind thinks, she cant wait to here stories from the elders later tommorow of the fight that went on, she saw so many cats outside, her ears were turning everywhere because of all the hissing and stuff.
Though Heroneye knew that the other warrior would soon re-emerge, Heroneye had failed to predict from where. She hissed with pain as the ShadowClan warrior’s claws struck her pelt, sending her stumbling to the side. This wound was much deeper and more painful than before, and she gritted her teeth as she felt blood streaming down her pelt, dripping onto the ground. In that moment, Heroneye just wanted to land a single decent hit on the slippery ShadowClanner.
Heroneye lunged back at the other cat, aiming at her muzzle. However, the wound would quickly remind Heroneye of its existence, aching and making her more sluggish and clumsy.
Re: The Forest Roars
Mossfreckle is Shadowclan’s Medicine Cat 
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