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Flock Together [Tier 3] - Active | Mind Reader - Active
Even as the healer waited for the ShadowClan leader to give the order as they were lead to their destination, it seemed the chew toy had taken it upon himself to take complete control of their little patrol. The spotted molly couldn't help but quirk a silent brow at this, deciding not to comment even as he chose a ShadowClan cat to substitute the WindClanner who had failed to so much as show her face before the battle's start. She honestly did not understand Bearpelt. It would have been much simpler to stay at home than pretend to be devoted to fighting the minks alongside ShadowClan. Then again, this laziness was about on point with WindClan as a whole as Hawkfur's sudden knack for leadership. WindClan did like to hear the sound of their own voice, and they certainly enjoyed commanding at any possible moment. She could remember many a moment like this, she simply hadn't assumed as much from the normally quieter tom. Perhaps the new title had gone to his head already. Little things like a change in rank seemed to be all the rage among some cats if she could recall correctly.
Iceclaw approached their merry little band, and Lightningstorm frowned mildly. Hawkbite's choice of words for the tom had been... interesting, to say the least. She assumed he hadn't realized the tom was blind, it wasn't exactly like she expected any one WindClanner to be especially aware of any one ShadowClanner, although it did merit some level of unease from the healer. Why assign a cat he knew so little of? Did he not consider the runners to be especially important? Or did he prefer to have cats he trusted in the battlefield alongside him, relegating those he deemed untrustworthy to her instead? The lithe calico knew she was letting her paranoia get the better of her, and yet the knowledge did little to quell her doubts as she narrowed her eyes lightly but divulged no more than needed.
Turning her gaze towards the battle as the fight begun in earnest, the molly twitched an ear, hearing her former mentor speak to the tom he had been assigned to be rescue partners with. As usual, his words were blunt but they had a point. She didn't need her fetchers to be at risk of injury due to not being able to properly work together. Yet another reason she had found it so odd a ShadowClanner of all cats had been chosen, especially when WindClan outnumbered them greatly. It was instantly clear, however, that Iceclaw was not pleased with this partnership for whatever reason, his voice gruff and laced with irritation, earning little more than a bored side glance from the WindClan medic.
"If the job is too difficult for you, love, then I suggest you find a better use for your abilities. Cats' lives might depend on how quickly the both of you can get the injured out of danger and back to me. Mistakes and incompetence are not bloody well welcomed here. It's not us who will suffer the consequences, but those we are meant to serve, and I do not tolerate miscalculations when it comes to my job. Not when others might not survive them," she mewed, her voice lacking any vitriol, more matter-of-fact in tone as she turned her attention back to the battlefield, needing to make sure she could send her runners out for any cat that might be too injured to call out for help itself.
Stagskull hissed and snarled as she and the mink rolled on the ground, biting and clawing relentlessly. She shoved it away with all her strength before descending upon the mink again, crashing her left paw onto its head. A sickening CRACK filled the air as her paw shattered the mink's skull. Stagskull caught a glimpse of Mistlewhisker before she came into view, tugging the second mink away and tossing it to the ground. "Not at all." She answered, her eyes too glimmering with bloodlust. It felt great to fight again.
Stagskull's eyes flickered to a mink charging for Mistlewhisker. She had been about to pounce on it when it crashed into Mistlewhisker's side. Stagskull held in a chuckle at how scared the mink had become. The molly stood up with her teeth bared as Mistlewhisker dragged the mink back. In a moment's notice, Stagskull leapt forward, her claws digging into the mink's eyes. She hooked her claws into it's head and slammed her paws down, sending the mink's head crashing into the ground below.
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Twilightstar barely noticed Crowtooth as she lashed out at another pair of minks. She did notice the pain in her leg lessen as the mink was knocked free. She'd thank the warrior later, he was busy helping Larkspring as she jumped to his aid. Another mink locked its jaw into a healing wound along her flank, causing her to hiss sharply in pain. She battered the pest away with a fierce swing of her paw, but she ended up losing a chunk of fur as it fled out of her sight.
While removing another mink from her shoulder, this time making sure to crush its neck between her fangs, she glanced around to keep an eye on the cats, uncaring whether they were ShadowClan or WindClan in the heat of battle. Twilightstar jerked to the right avoiding a flying mink coming for her neck again. Lynxshade was fighting alongside a mildly winded Palesong, doing well.
Twilightstar yelped, stopping her frantic surveying as a mink's claws ripped along her face. Her eye would have been mouse-fodder if it had been there. This is why she needed someone to cover her blindside! Turning her head, she caught the lengthy furry torso in between her mouth and bit down hard until the mink relinquished it hold with a screech. Twilightstar dropped the heavily injured mink and let it retreat, assuming it would die on its own.
Her tongue darted out to lap up the blood dripping down her face and went back to surveying. She was giving a little more breathing room as the number of their enemies slowly decreased. Hawkbite was fighting with one of the apprentices, Eggpaw. The WindClan leader was a little dizzy after that last fight. Dreamlight and Whisperingpaw were fighting near each other. There was Silverlark and Slytiger together. No one is dead or severely injured yet.
She was missing several cats but those that were here fought as fiercely as LionClan. She'd have to sing their praise later, it was right back into the battle. Each mink that was killed or chased off was a victory for the clan as far as she was concerned. The deep scratches on her face, the gash in her side, the bite on her leg, and her shoulder hurt terribly, but as she still had four working paws, she didn't see any reason to call it quit now.
Whisperingpaw wasn't hers, but Dreamlight couldn't help but peer at him proudly as he expertly took care of two of the minks. He fought as well as a warrior. It was certainly something any warrior would be proud of in any apprentice of their clan. She would have loved to praise the apprentice, but they were kinda in the middle of a battle.
The pudgy warrior dared forward and reared up on her hindlegs to thwack the mink that sprang at Whisperingpaw out of the air. She came down on her forepaws, stomping the mink underneath her, and heard a satisfying break as its spine broke. She was uncertain whether it was dead or not and wasn't going to bother checking right now. She was pouncing at another mink, already injured thankfully, and was about to bite its neck when she got a nip to her flank.
More annoyed than hurt, Dreamlight left that mink be and snapped her fangs at the small brown creature trying to scale her back. She dropped into a sideways roll and sprang back to her paws, shaking out her pelt, delighted to see she was free of mink. It's been so long since she's felt this alive. This was scary but kinda fun. Dreamlight's gaze drifted back toward Whisperingpaw to ensure the apprentice was keeping up.
Warmsun Joined In With The Others In His Group, With Minks Charging Towards The Sleek Tom. He Glared And Rushed Towards Them... Those Rateating ShadowToads Might Think Twice About War If The Clans Got Into A Disagreement.... A Few Minks Swarmed Him, Biting Down On The Fit Cat, And Tearing At His Flesh. He Raised A Paw And Raked Claws Down The Largest One, As A Mink Tore Off A Good Bit Of Ear. Minks Screamed As Warmsun Began Tearing Them Off And Killing Them One By One, Until The Group Of Minks Attacking Him Were Dead. He Rushed Back Into The Chaos.
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Beefed Up T1 [ACTIVE] Survival Instincts[ACTIVE] Just a Scratch
With the voice screaming in his ears, all Whisperingpaw saw was red. He wanted to destroy every mink in the area to protect his clan. Whisperingpaw looked straight at Dreamlight, his muzzle caked with blood. Dreamlight had just shook off a mink from her back. In a flash of orange, the apprentice darted for the living mink who attacked the warrior, jumping onto its back and using his weight to drive it down. His claws hooked into its shoulders, making the vile creature scream. Whisperingpaw reared onto his hind legs and tossed the mink to the side, were it hit head-on into a rock. After a second it whimpered and crawled away. Oh, if Berryfrost could see him now. Breathing heavily with bloodlust and excitment, Whisperingpaw padded back to Dreamlight. "Are you ok?"
@Moonraven @Rose [Berryfrost mention]
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Hawkfur
WindClan
he/him | 50 moons
[Russet tabby with tuxedo markings and sky blue eyes] Purrks: Flock Together T3, Beefed Up T1
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The clashing of mink and cat below him split the air in a chorus of shrieks and snarls. The red tom resisted the urge to pin his ears back to have some semblance of quiet. It wouldn't help regardless.
Now, Hawkfur wasn't a very smart tom. He had a mind for strategy--at least he liked to hope so--but pretty much all memory and social tasks took extra effort for him. Cats seemed to really like to point out that flaw of his, but he had learned long ago that explaining himself was just taken as defensiveness. Better to seem like a stupid idiot than a defensive stupid idiot.
As Hawkfur raced down the hill after the minks, he spotted Leechscar helping along Iceclaw, who seemed to be moving based on the voices of the cats around him. Blind. He was blind. Hawkfur almost stumbled over his paws as he chased the minks, realizing his mistake. Stars, what must Lightningstorm think of him? He hadn't known Iceclaw was blind--in fact, he hadn't even known there was an Iceclaw in WindClan! Then a horrible thought struck him. Was Iceclaw a ShadowClan cat? That was exactly what he wanted to avoid putting near Lightningstorm! But surely, that couldn't be the case. Twilightstar had assigned Iceclaw to his patrol, in fact he was the first name she called. Surely she wouldn't order a ShadowClanner around! And Hawkfur distinctly remembered of the six ShadowClan cats here, Iceclaw was not named to be one of them.
Hawkfur snarled under his breath, fury at being made a fool and putting a potentially dangerous cat near his healer blazing in his eyes. But he had to focus. He couldn't split from his mission just to tear Iceclaw away. That would only cause more problems, and he was certain that no matter what he did now, he would be considered at best a fool and at worst an antagonist. Two things Hawkfur tried really hard not to be. The cats in this clan did their best to ensure that anyone who messed up either constantly remembered it, or didn't live long enough to. Hawkfur knew that personally.
Besides, if Iceclaw tried anything, Leechscar and Bravebird would take care of it. He was sure he would be receiving sneers from the former and words from the latter after this battle. At least Bravebird spoke her mind.
Leaping up with a hiss of fury--mostly directed at Iceclaw and himself--Hawkfur reached out with both front paws and landed heavily on the mink closest to him, ducking down and sinking his teeth into the creature's throat. He ripped it away, blood spurting from the wound and splashing on his legs. He spat the flesh and sinew from his mouth, wasting no time before throwing himself at another mink.
He had fumbled his first test as a cat with authority in this clan. In front of Lightningstorm, Bravebird; clanmates he actually cared about, no less. Pain blossomed along his side as a mink leapt at him, distracting him from his haze of bloodlust. Right. Minks. Focus.
Hawkfur dropped to the ground, crushing the wiggly creature beneath him so it let go. Then rolling over, Hawkfur batted at the mink with unsheathed claws, fur and skin tearing under his assault. The mink shrieked and made to run away, but Hawkfur was too quick. He slammed his paw down on its hindquarters, hooking his claws in and dragging it back to him where he killed it with a swift bite to the neck. A quick scan of the battlefield revealed that while some cats were injured, everyone was still fighting. Good. He trusted Leechscar to get his job done, but if he was busy toting around that moron ShadowClanner (who apparently Hawkfur was no better than), he might miss someone needing help. But so far, everything looked good.
Throwing himself into the fray once more, Hawkfur battled mink after mink, driving them towards other cats. He used his speed to herd minks back into the crowd, making sure none escaped.
Perhaps normally the senior warrior would appreciate the sass and devil may care attitude but right now Larkspring was just irritating the tom. It was hard to tell given his expression was already that of anger going into the battle, Crowtooth downright furious at the little beasts that'd created so much trouble and who'd taken over his tunnels. But part of that anger was not at Larkspring, and so he only grunted at their chattering and didnt even reply that he at least hadnt gotten hurt yet.
If the other warrior wished to run off it was hardly the fury's issue, and he quickly focused on his own troubles of body slamming a mink that was sneaking up on that weird shadowclan medicine cat helper, ripping off its ear with a snap as he did. He couldnt quite kill it, being distracted by the next 'incident' but it was tumbling right towards Hillstriders paws and would be an easy kill the tom hoped wouldnt be wasted.
Not that he could hope or think on that for long as, the referenced incident hit him. Literally.
Crowtooth had but a second to wheeze out a "Wha-?" At Larksprings cheer of a 'rat day' or something before he was hit in the back of the head with a live mink, not even having the time to look at the other warrior to see what they were doing before the impact. Tunneler and mink went down in a fury of claws and blood went flying everywhere, not just the minks by the pained roar that came from the surprised tom that was now embroiled in a fight he hadnt been expecting.
Still, this wasnt enough to get him down for long and even flat on his back trying to push the feral mink away from his throat Crowtooth wasnt to be beaten by this creature. With a firm kick with his back legs, claws fully extended, the mink was gutted and summarily shoved off of him, the skunk striped fury wincing as he felt his new slash to the hip and even more tattered ear sting.
It wasnt deep enough to stop him fighting, thankfully, but it was enough to have him snarl at Larkspring with a low rasped "What the hell was that?!?! What in the world made ya think it was a good idea ta toss a mink at me when I was busy?!? This aint a game ya fool, go find someone else ta fight alongside and take this seriously!" and to have the tom storm off, throwing yet another mink against a rock with crack (a broken bone that'd send this mink running but not dead in this case) as he did.
Larkspring could be someone elses problem and could leave Crowtooth alone for a bit (though by the time the battle was over the tom probably wouldnt care anymore) as he went to instead guard Twilightstars blind side.
@Mica(for the mink downed for hillstrider) @Moonraven (for crow helping in defense) @Littlesun0112(sorry crows being grumpy lol! Dont worry he'll forgive and forget quickly dude is just a little tense)
A flash of cream-colored fur and a wave of an odor that carried the foul musk of rot and the sharp bite of pine quickly captured Wolffang's attention. The WindClan warrior whirled to find a hissing she-cat with distinctive ginger tabby patches scattered across her cream-colored coat. A ShadowClan warrior, he thought with no minor amount of disdain. She was... helping him. The mink was now trapped between them both. Unfortunately, it seemed Wolffang would have to work with her.
He sprang forward, claws extended and another impressive roar ripping from his throat. The mink, distracted by the appearance of the cream-and-ginger ShadowClan cat, hardly had time to glance his way before he landed on top of it. His powerful jaws quickly closed around its neck. Snap! The sound of its neck breaking and the blood that burst onto his tongue like a freshly popped berry filled him with satisfaction and joy. More minks would fall beneath him. WindClan will be free from their vile clutches.
Wolffang dropped the limp, dark brown body and gave the ShadowClan warrior a look that said, If you try to take this one, you'll be crow-food.
Wolffang whirled in time to find another mink lunging for him. He dodged its snapping teeth and lashed out with his claws. It caught the predator on the cheek. Blood sprayed.
"If you insist on working together," he growled at the ShadowClan cat, "watch out from behind. If we defend each other's backs, we won't be caught off guard."
The words tasted vile as they slipped off his tongue, like the crow-food he'd silently promised to make the ShadowClan warrior if she laid claim to what was rightfully his. No, not mine. WindClan's. Trusting a ShadowClan cat to defend his back? In a heartbeat, no time wasted in the roar of battle, Wolffang remembered that "playdate" with RiverClan. A mock battle... where he'd nearly been drowned.
Everything pointed to this being a disaster.
But Wolffang knew he had to follow Twilightstar's orders.
He knew he had to fight for his Clan.
So, he had to trust this toad... and, if it came to the worst, he knew how to look after himself.
Honeybite hardly had a moment to react when the mink lunged at her, and she'd gotten into a defensive position, ready to strike when the larger WindClan tom had seized the opportunity to snap the mink's little neck. The spray of blood splattered onto her pelt, and her tongue darted to clean some that had landed in her cheek.
The glare from Wolffang was enough to dissuade any thoughts she might have had about stealing the corpse, though those had already been stamped out by Dawnstar's warnings. A reminder never hurt, though.
She nodded to show that she understood, and that he could keep his kill.
The hissing shriek of another mink made the ShadowClan warrior's head quickly turn to look in the direction it came from, and the massive and muscular tom was already on it. She was begining to feel that her presence was less of a help, and more of a potential hindrance. The solution was found when Wolffang suggested they simply watch the other's back, and not allow and mink's to sneak up behind them.
With a flash of her teeth, Honeybite turned her back to the WindClanner, trusting him to protect her back, as she intended to protect his.
Honeybite growled as a mink came barreling towards her.
The ShadowClan warrior leaps out of range of the minks gnawing teeth, and her claws slash towards it's face, yanking the creature from its trajectory and flinging it's body into the air. The mink lands without an issue onto it's feet and chatters angrily at Honeybite, darting in for another attack. Deep claw mark marr it's horrible little face, an eye now missing, and blood freely soaking into it's pelt.
Honeybite returns to her defensive posture at the rabbit's flank, returning the snarl the mink gave.
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She was unsure if it was because they weren't as overwhelmed or because this was her third time fighting them but ripping through the minks was easier than usual. Dawnstar sent one more flying and pinned another to the ground, dug her claws in before tearing them free leaving a large open wound in the mink's shoulder. She left the bleeding, screeching pest behind and moved on to the next problem.
While mercilessly sinking a claw into the throat of a mink she had pinned underneath her claw, her tattered ears turned towards the mouthy bunny giving Briarslash orders. Urghhhh! These bunnies were becoming far too cocky! Dawnstar was right there and they just figured they could order her warriors around like it was nothing?! Twilightstar will be hearing about this! That or Dawnstar would be ripping out the tongue of the next bunny who gave an order in front of her.
It was one thing if it was Twilightstar, but the other bunnies she'd drop off cliffs like their former deputy if they kept this up. She was satisfied when Briarsplash ignored Swiftfire in favor of dealing with the mink on her back. Dawnstar swatted another mink out of her way with a powerful swing and moved closer to Briarsplash, glancing at her back as she flanked her.
She looked alright, still ready for a fight. "Pay no mind to cheeky imbecile and stick with me," Dawnstar told Briarsplash, a faint flash of amusement in her burning amber glare. She saw the irritation in the warrior, Silverrose's, eyes before she turned out of Dawnstar's line of sight to deal with the incoming minks. So it wasn't just ShadowClan's nerves Swiftfire was getting on. Funny, that was something to laugh about at a later date.
"She is so pathetic that not even her clanmates want to listen to her foolish order." Dawnstar quipped before propelling herself at the next mink, quickly ducking her head, she grasped the mink's throat and bit down hard, then dropped the dying mink. Dawnstar jerked back as one mink darted between her forepaws and bit her hindleg. Her fangs snapped at the incoming mink, hurtling itself towards her chest, while she worked on furiously shaking the one off her back leg.
Leechscar rolled his green eyes with Iceclaw's irritable response. How had Iceclaw become a warrior if he couldn't even make out his surroundings? Baffling! Iceclaw had working ears, whiskers to sense incoming threats, a tail to help him gauge how close he was to others, a nose to scent, and so on. Yet instead of using them, he just wanted to whine. He should be in the elder's den, or maybe not even come if he wanted to be useless.
Grinding his teeth, Leechscar quietly padded over to the tom and circled him. Using his shoulder, he aimed to give Iceclaw a gentle nudge and pad forward a few paw steps. "There's no one around here. The rest of the cats have already gone to join the fight, so you don't have to worry about running into anyone." Leechscar occasionally used his tail to lightly swish near Iceclaw's whiskers so he knew where Leechscar was going.
He led the tom toward the edge of the hill and sat so he could observe the battle. It looked like it was going well for the time being. No one seemed to be in a critical state, he could only hope the same could be said of Twilightstar's patrol.
"I didn't know Dawnstar allowed blind cats to become warriors within her clan," Leechscar commented, glancing at Iceclaw. Leechscar closely watched their surroundings to ensure none of the minks strayed over to them. ShadowClan, as expected, seemed too preoccupied with the minks to even think about fighting any WindClan cat. So far everything looked okay.
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Blind white furred tom with pale blue, almost white, siamese points and long, non-sheathable claws. They’re cold! Perhaps they’re ice?
He/Him | 30 Moons | Blind | Aggressive, Harsh
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Iceclaw gave a small snort before slowly trudging towards Leechscar, his tail lashing dangerously behind him.
"She hasn't said anything about demoting me, and there's no reason to. There's a half-blind cat running around there currently," Iceclaw flicked his tail towards a crowd of ShadowClan cats, assuming the cat he was talking about was among them. "I am also perfectly capable of doing everything myself. I only ask for help because I love bothering other cats." He added sarcastically before pausing. Hopefully Leechscar didn't take that too seriously.
He looked back at the warrior, eyebrows raised.
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Breathe in. Breathe out. Goopypaw felt his nerves kick in at the sudden thought of battle. His first actual battle, and it was against minks. Not exactly how he had thought his first chance to prove himself would go. He still couldn't help the twist of his tummy as he thought about hurting the creatures without trying to communicate with them first, but there was no use in dwelling on it. He had a task to do.
Honeybite dashed into the fray like a lightning bolt, and the apprentice could only watch in awe as she and a gruff Windclan cat wrestled away the oncoming minks. The apprentice stood still for a moment as he watched the clash, trying to figure out what to do. The two were working in sync with one another perfectly, even if the tension between them was... much too high. Where do I come in? What do I do? Am I even needed here??? The calico suddenly felt very out of place. Like he didn't belong in the sea of brave and fearsome warriors.
A searing pain on his back right leg caused him to yowl in pain, whipping around to spot a mink's sharp fangs deep in his flesh. You IDIOT! He thought angerly at himself. Once again you've allowed yourself and others to get hurt!! DO SOMETHING!
Bucking like a bull to shake the mink off didn't work - and Goopypaw realized with a panicked jolt it was because of his stars forsaken curse. The mink was locked onto his leg whether it liked it or not. And judging by the way it wiggled around, it did not like being glued to a stinky cat like him.
"S-shoo!" Twisting at a slightly awkward angle, he managed to rake his claws down the minks face, immediately drawing blood. He grimaced at its howls of pain, but continued to slash until it's face was nothing more than a bloody blob on a wiggling body. Its own claws managed to slash and tear at his fur, but it did nothing to deter him. His leg felt like it was on fire, and he needed the thing off now.
Now in a twisted sitting position, Goopypaw was able to grab the minks head with his claw tips - careful not to touch it with his fur or skin - and rrrrriiiiiiiipppppp it off his leg. Clumps of his fur came with it - oh stars he hoped that wasn't his skin too - but he was free to shove the mink away. It scurried away - blind and defeated.
Breathe in. Breathe out. He took a moment to wince at his torn up leg, before limping back over to the warriors. This battle wasn't over yet.
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