The Sun will Turn Dark, and the Moon Will Turn into Blood

[foggy]

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Jaggedtooth couldn't stand the sound of silence, it was like an empty pit that just kept getting deeper, in metaphorical terms, and in times like this, especially, he wasn't sure he could take the lack of anything for too long, and there was already a lack of anyone in the know, the lack of noise would've been the last straw. It felt natural to try and fill it up, though he knew that his fellow medicine cats were all of the quieter sort. There was a small part of him that expected a one-liner from the brilliant white she-cat, not that he could blame her, if anything was a mood dampener it was the moon foretelling death, but he was immensely glad that she seemed to feel the same way as he did. Frostfall was a fair bit younger than him, but he found comfort in her words anyway. She wasn't the sort to say what she didn't mean, from what he knew of her anyway, so for her to be on the more hopeful side of this was reassuring. Though, she did seem to be a fair bit more prepared than him, he wondered somewhere in the back of his mind whether she had some snake in her. Jaggedtooth remembered when he was an apprentice, so long ago now, when he saw a snake eating its meal. It unhinged it's whole jaw, leaving him staring in wonder, and a little bit in envy.

His thoughts were a bit sporadic apparently, and even Jaggedtooth was a little confused as to why he was thinking about snakes all of a sudden. He quickly brought his mind back to the present, chastising his inner voice for trying to distract him from the current circumstances. Now matter how much he wanted to ignore this, he couldn't, it wasn't fair to his clan or everyone else present, he was their healer and he had to stay alert, ready. However, his mind wasn't ready to deal with the current conversation either. "Thank you, I..." The tom wasn't one to be speechless, he always had something on the tip of his tongue but right now, he wasn't entirely sure what to say or how to thank her properly for sharing her herbs if needed, it sounded so trivial out loud but it meant a lot more to him than perhaps he'd originally thought a few moments ago. He struggled for words for a second or two longer, eventually deciding to just fall back on a simple thank you, Jagged figured Frostfall was smarter than she let on sometimes so it wouldn't surprise him if he saw right past his inability to speak a heartfelt thank you.

Luckily, he was given a reprieve as the topic turned to something that he too had been thinking about. Starclan had been so quiet before this, even when Mistclan had found that weird-looking cat's body, who they could now safely assume did belong to the so-called tribe. Why did they not speak out before, warn them of the danger that would come if they followed the river? That would've been the prime time, stop the trouble before it even started, before they even knew it existed. Yet they had remained silent right up until the eve of 'the great and terrible day.' He wasn't sure what to think of that, whether he should feel betrayed or accept what couldn't be changed. "If anything's going to happen, I'm betting it will happen tonight," Saying that, he still had his doubts, or maybe that was just wishful thinking, but after looking at all the faces around him, faces from all clans, the look of morose apprehension connected them all, all of them knew something was up. "I wish Starclan had given us more time, but at least they still have style," Because if you want to communicate danger, a massive blood moon and a night of weird dreams is how you do it. He'd have to take notes for when he got there.

The weak smile she gave him was returned in kind, though he was still at a loss of how to act right now, and yet he didn't feel pressured or uncomfortable about it, if anything he felt the more at ease than he had back in the safety of his own camp. Here, they were all in the same position, and Jaggedtooth knew that if he didn't have the company of Frostfall or Cedarleap, he would've felt a lot worse than he did now. They gave him some sort of hope that this would all turn out okay in the end, which was a foolish belief really, but he'd take it over the continuous dread. "Yeah, we will. No matter what's thrown at us, we will get through it," The soft tone of his voice could've conveyed his inner conflict but Jagged decided the best thing to do was believe in both Frostfall's and his mentor's words, whose came next. Cedarleap was no-nonsense, not that there was much time for nonsense right now, and she was definitely the most experienced of all the current medicine cats so if she said they were well-prepared, Jaggedtooth was going to believe her.

[Miss Tactical]

The odd colored mood turned the brown toms fur a crimson color. Talon's eyes stared into the darkness as he padded through unfamiliar territory. How could these other tribes live in such an open area? He snorted slightly in disgust and couldn't believe how they lived. Very carefully the prey hunters had tracked the clan cats. Even though the scent was rather stale, prey hunters spent moons simply focusing on just that. Hunting. It was a game of cat and mouse. When Firstspeaker declared war, and chosen Talon to lead the brigade he certainly didn't say no. Behind him were the other home guards, and when of course they reached the clans territory he told the prey hunters to slow down. He would never put a prey hunter at first line, even while training along the way it was still...sloppy.

He raised his nose to the sky, their scents mingling and stronger. He followed the river downwards, although he couldn't tell which scent belonged to which tribe, he could pick out distinct scents rather fresh perhaps by just a few moments. The large brown tom unsheathed his claws, voices...he could hear voices! A large grin spread across his face as he pushed his way through the tall grass, his eyes fell on the cats who instantly stopped talking and turned to face him. With a slight smirk he shouldered his way through to the edge of the crowd, the eerie silence fell over them. "Why didn't we get an invitation to the tribe meeting...after all I figured since your FRIENDS seemed so sincere it would be the best of regards to at least invite us here. Don't you think?"

His tone was INCREDIBLY sarcastic and deep as it bellowed across the clearing speaking to the cats atop the monsters. He assumed those were all firstspeaker for each of the tribes or firststars whatever they called them. He gave his body a quick stretch before looking back at his rather large group. This was just a portion of it, with Prey hunters hanging back until the call was made. What was great about home guards was how they were trained to attack without a call..silently...surprisingly. All it would take was a special flick of Talons tail, before they would lunge, doing the most damage.







Eveningblaze watched listening to the leaders give false words of home. To raise their spirits, but with every omen came death and that was something that just needed to be accepted. His ears swiveled however as an odd scent hit his nose. It reeked! It probably smelled similar to Owlstars den, closed up and like mildew. He smirked at his own thoughts slightly but that smirk faded and his jaw opened slightly in a slight gasp. He didn't even know what to say. His eyes fell on a tall tom, slim but broad shouldered.
He had an angular face similar to the dead cat that was supposedly found in MistClans territory. Were these the tribe cats?

He determined that they weren't too friendly by the way the warrior aged tom spoke. He muttered a few words to himself. He wanted to say something, but once the tom who normally had something to say, closed his jaw tight. He had an odd feeling this wasn't some friendly reunion. That being said he instinctively fluffed up his fur and unsheathed his claws, which many of the other cats seemed to do as well. However everyone waited, looking to the leaders to make the war call. Would this end peacefully or would it end with cats dying. By the way the tribe cats looked, so Hungry, thirsty...he figured that this was the Omen StarClan was warning about.







Fang listened to Talon as he spoke to those Firstspeakers. He opened his jaws into a yawn revealing rather large teeth, much larger than a clan cats. His tail thumped across the ground as he locked eyes with some of the clan cats who seemed to be fearful. The fear scent wafted his nose which made the tom purr with excitement. It wasn't often something exciting happened in the tribe territory anyways. Maybe a bear, perhaps large birds but nothing of this excitement!

He waited for Talon to give him the signal with two flicks of an ear before he stepped forward. Good it was his turn. The tom was known for being blunt, and cold at heart, so perhaps it was his time to shine. "Look, I'm not here to sugar coat or make formalties quite honestly, we've come to attack and well some of you are going to die. So shall we?" He paused for a few moments waiting to see the expressions on faces. When he saw the fur rise on the some of the cats, the fear scent growing larger, Fang gave one swivel of his tail, and all of the homeguards lunged forward, attacking the gathered cats.

[ladyspectral]

Briardawn rose to her paws as the stranger began to speak, ears flattened and eyes narrowed. Her tail lashed as she moved in front of Wingedpaw, head held high as she felt the rage return to her body. Some us us are going to die? Really? She snarled to herself as she leapt forward with her claws outstetched, the two faced she cat seeking to collide with Fang as he lunged forward toward her. "You made a mistake!" She hissed furiously, hoping to catch the tom off at least a little as she shoved her faces into his.

She attempted to grasp at his shoulders, lunging her head for his neck, attempting to clamp her mouths down tight on his scruff and give the tom a shake.

[Meow]

Frostfall's weak smile widened as Jaggedtooth returned it. That was all she needed- for them to work together. She wasn't really comforted by the assurance, but it felt good to have someone working beside her, willing to lend a helping paw if it was needed.

There was no need for her to say more, to continue their little conversation. Even if she'd wanted to, though, she wouldn't have had the chance. Frostfall's fur snapped to attention along her spine as malice filled the air. A sudden sense of being surrounded tensed up her muscles, and her sharp eyes flicked to a red-laced shadow as it bellowed out a declaration of war. Then, everything happened at once.

A wave of crimson-tipped, dark bodies washed out of the trees like a wave, breaking the clans' outer shell as screeches tore through the air. Frostfall didn't think- as soon as the wriggling bodies of warring cats hit the ground, she'd already had her bundles stuffed into her mouth again. The pale medicine cat moved just in time to dodge a hissing mass of claws and teeth as clan collided with tribe, her eyes focused on a bush on the edge of the battlefield. Frostfall made a break for it, dodging the battling cats as she went and trying to ignore the dread that had gripped her chest. With a huff, she pushed herself into the large bush and immediately set to spreading out her herbs as quickly as possible. In a pinch, anything could be a medicine den...

Now all she needed was someone to help the wounded off of the battlefield.



Pigeonfang had been ready as soon as the ugly, musty scent of unfamiliar cats hit his nose. Truthfully, he hadn't thought there'd actually be a battle that night, but... he was always happy when he got to stretch out his claws. The ginger tom growled as he unsheathed his claws, the wave of tribe cats approaching at an alarming pace as they tackled their opponents. Without a hint of hesitation, Pigeonfang threw himself into the fray, raking his claws along the flank of a hostile tribe cat.

[M'Lady]

With a snarl, the Owlstar leaped off the monster's carcass, the epitome of grace as she moved through the air, and landed with a thud in front of the medicine cats, which were gathered below. Over her dead BODY, would anyone hurt the ones that were dedicated to healing the rest of their clanmates! Without the medicine cats, they were lost, and she wouldn't let that happen while she still had the power of multiple lives pumping in her veins.

"Starclan is with us!"

Her voice was loud and proud, ringing above the sudden chaos as clearly as the red moon shone above them. How DARE they attack her home? On the sacred night of the full moon? Owlstar didn't fight often, but when she did, she was a beast, a whirlwind of claws that moved so fast you could only focus on the ever burning yellow eyes, as she lunged out at the first Tribe cat that dared get to close to the medicine cats.

"Warriors, to me!"

[Mama]

Frozenpaw didn't know what to expect when strange cats suddenly appeared, but as they declared war the young apprentice threw himself into battle. The first thing the white cat did was Sprint at the nearest enemy cat, trying to get a good attack though he wasn't the best fighter. This... Might not end well.

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Briarfrost took a sharp breath as cats swarmed in, from all over, and she threw herself in to fight also. The senior warrior lunged towards a cat a bit larger then her, though she had plenty of fighting experience and wasn't too scared. The Tabby's thin body flew neatly through the air and the crowd, her claws extending out for a launched attack.

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Goldeneyes had always wondered where he came from. He didn't look like the others, and when this new cat appeared, the feline thought that maybe, maybe, there would be one like him. Thankfully, and sort of sadly, there wasn't, but he didn't have much time to linger on the odd appearing new cats as they started to .. attack?

Fear filled his heightened senses, and his eyes dialated before darkening with a feral look. His wild instincts took over in battle, the giant bangled cat only narrowing down on the others. His paws thundered against the ground as he ran, his head raised above all cats, his pelt glowing in the night while his long and thick teeth and claws were bared for battle. A pale red tribe cat was in his path, smaller then him, and he suddenly charged at her. His head ducked and he bashed her over without fear of getting hurt, and while she was dazed, he grabbed her by the neck and shook her a bit violently.

[Cosima]

(OOC: I am far too lazy to properly code this)

The moon cast crimson light over the gathering as cats from every clan sat together, as they did every moon for as long as any cat could remember. However, this gathering seemed different. This moon, there was unity growing between the three clans that hadn't quite been there before.

Sparrow, of the tribe home-guards, slunk through the grass. She found that being able to see the sky above was just as haunting with the blood-tinted moon above. It was not her first battle, but nevertheless felt like it. The once hard, battle-ready she-cat was now biting her lip and curling her claws with even the slightest bit of anxiety. She cast her gaze to her brother, Snake, who gathered with the other prey-hunters far behind the home-guards. His life, along with the lives of the tribe, laid in the paws of the home-guards.

Beetleshade, along with the other medicine cats, was forewarned of this night. She had gathered all of her herbs she would need for battle-wounds and insisted upon warriors having their share of chamomile and burnet to strengthen their hearts for what was to come.

Olivenose, Brooksong, and Ravenstrike sat among-st the Ivyclan warriors, prepared for just about anything.

Beebreeze sat up tall and, seemingly, towered over most of the cats, trying to get a better view of her surroundings. Daisysun, however, trembled immensely. His mind was prepared for anything, but his heart yearned to be at home in his nest, far away from this non-sense.

Smokegaze and Littledash, two charming Mothclan brothers, sat side by side, as always. "There's trouble in the air, you can smell it," He purred. He flexed his claws into the soft earth and kept a watchful eye over his brother's back.

(OOC: psssssssst feel free to @ me and attack any of them except Beetle!)

[GnawingOnIce]

Dogear’s large ears swiveled back and forth. He could hear something. Smell something. He had never smelled this scent before.

He twisted his broad head around, toward the back of the crowd of cats. The pupils of his green eyes narrowed to slits as a cat, as big as him, entered the clearing. It didn’t take a minute before the cats that had followed the first cat that had entered the clearing lunged at the Clan cats.

All the cats that were now attacking them looked like Dogear. Large ears, taller than the average cat, an angular face. He snarled to himself. Why did he look like them? If anything, he had an advantage.

He didn’t take a second thought and lunged himself at the nearest cat, his large paw bashing them on the side of the head, ready to defend each and every one of these cats in the clearing, especially his mother and his half siblings.

Honeywing let out a shriek at the sudden growling, backing up against her brother. Robinheart supported her, stepping in front of her so he could defend her if needed.

Toffee’s fur had spiked, flashes from the past clouding her thoughts as she staggered back toward her younger kits. As her first son, Dogear, who she had practically just been reunited with, threw himself at the cats that were his size, her heart beat faster.

“Dogear!” She took a step forward, “Come back!” but was shoved back by a cat rushing past her.

Ashleaf, Cloverwing, and Meteorfall all were unsure about what to do. All of them were dazzled at how big these cat’s fangs were and cringed at imagining their claws slicing through their fur. Should they fight or wait for their leader’s command? They decided that they’d wait, unless they were attacked, of course, then they’d have to defend themselves.

Maplespring and Timberheart felt the same way. Timberheart stood beside Maplespring, anxiously looking at the new cats that had entered the clearing and were now attacking them. They both charged to Owlstar at her command, splitting up onto either side of her.

Cedarlea’s fur spiked up, making her appear fluffier than she already was as the tribe cats rushed into the clearing. Frostfall ran off, out of the way of the fighting cats. Cedarleap figured she’d join her, or somewhere near her, at least.

She picked up her share of herbs and bounded off, calling over her shoulder to Jaggedtooth. “Come on, Jaggedtooth!” Her voice was muffled, and rather unheard through all the howling going on around her.

She settled down outside the edge of the clearing and dropped her herbs underneath a bush, spreading them out and sorting them at a fast pace, making room for her apprentice beside her. This was the first time she was healing in a real battle, and she was determined to do the best she could.

OOC: You may attack any of my cats, EXCEPT CEDARLEAP, and if you attack Toffee(she’s been through enough already) or Honeywing(she’s so precious) PLEASE only give them small wounds! You may not kill any of my cats
It’s up to you if you want to say that Dogear attacked your cat (only one person can say this, obviously, until Dogear moves on to another cat)
Please @ me when you’re attacking one of my cats or Dogear is attacking your cat

[mewmehh]

The air was tense and cold as everyone seemed to sit with bated breaths, drawn in by their leaders. However, it was once the unfamiliar scents and foreign voices filled up the area that the air turned hot and heavy with anger, with vengeance. Many a cat writhed in their fur as the newcomers spoke their bit with a venomous tone and among them, all hackles were raised. In practically an instant, the silence of the clear erupted into war cries and cats rallied to their leaders at a single beck and call.

Of these, Longwing's large body was like a flash of white and ginger as he bolted from his seat, making his way for the smoky queen who summoned her clanmates. He was like a bolt of lightning with his long, quick stride, yet somehow Wingedpaw and Beampaw followed him a little ways back, trying to match his pace. He was glad they were keeping close- he'd be able to keep they safe that way, but he'd be damned if he allowed any of these barbarians to lay a claw on Owlstar. Not after all the kindness she had showed him.

Flinging himself towards the medicine cats as another member of their defense line, the warrior felt himself stumble back a tad at the surprising weight of one of the tribe cats who clashed against him. It wasn't every day that the angora tom was met with an opponent of a similar build, and Longwing wondered if he would find himself struggling this fight. Long claws raked his side and in retaliation, he lanced through the dusty brown home-guard's ear. They were quick, but he was quicker. In their surprise at his high reach, the Ivyclan warrior swept his thick tail beneath the tribe cat's thin legs and tripped them up, only for Longwing to sink his teeth into their short-furred flank. The cat screeched and writhed, but he held on tightly. At such a sight, his daughter cringed.

Wingedpaw's white mass of fur was like a flame in the darkness, starkly bright and like a blazing target for the young she-cat. Fixed in her steps for a moment by the sight of her normally gentle and kind-hearted father's actions and blood-soaked face, the apprentice was like a sitting duck. It took a rough headbutt from Beampaw to shake her petrification and having returned to reality, she had just enough time to side step out of the way of a stray blow from a scrawny tortoiseshell. "Eep!" she squeaked lightly, moving nimbly out of the way of the wild claws being thrown her way- even as an apprentice, Wingedpaw could tell that the slender tribe cat was not well-versed in fighting. Capitalizing on the upper hand she held, the albino she-cat ducked and weaved under the prey-hunter's legs, catching the older she-cat off guard. This elicited a yowl of fright from the dark cat as she scrambled backwards from the white apprentice, getting off with only light graze to her belly and scampering off back out of the fray.

Flustered and breathing heavy from the adrenaline coursing through her, Wingedpaw cast a glance around and spotted Aloestream and Bushfire fighting side by side against a massive Home-Guard and Beampaw mercilessly thrashing a smaller tribe cat, albeit one still larger than Beampaw herself. However, the golden-eyed Ivyclan apprentice fought without fear as she kicked with unsheathed claws at her opponent's belly. With a short sigh of relief, Wingedpaw figured her friend would be fine on herself, and with a second deeper breath, Wingedpaw plunged herself into the thick of the fighting cats towards Aloestream and Bushfire, hoping to help the two as more tribe cats approached them. Such was what it meant to be a warrior of the clans, and such was Wingedpaw's destiny.

Crimson splattered the ground lightly like rain droplets as Spider Legs on Speckled Petals scrambled backwards out of the brief fight she had with a curly, white she-cat. Her grey eyes were wide as saucers as she hurried back to the line of tribemates helping to seal off the clearing. Her fur was spiked up and dripping with fear scent as she found herself next to Wisp's hulking form. "W-Wisp, I've beeen h-h-hurt! L-lo-loook!" She flashed a glimpse of her scratched belly with tears in her eyes. She only received a cold, distance look from her tribemate.

"Are your innards spilling out?" Wisp of Icy Star's Tail answered back in a flat, matter-of-fact tone.

"N-n-no, but I-"

"Then you are fine. Go back out there." Her tone was dismissing and as such, the serval she-cat finished the conversation be leaping out into the sea of fighting cats, her periwinkle eyes locked onto the fluffy smoke she-cat who snarled and called her warriors to arms. She would be the first one Wisp would take down; it would break these cats' resolve for sure and weaken them.

Racing like a spotted streak to Owlstar's side, Wisp lashed at Longwing's open flank and dropped the tall tom. Her face was steel cold as she watched him fall and stepped over his form with a rough kick to his head for good measure. Closing the distance on the Ivyclan leader, Wisp narrowed in on her prey.

Among the throng of cats, yellow amber eyes glistened with an unreadable emotion as a slim white and cream body practically danced around the battlefield. Seed of Fallen Fruit was a strong, large cat already, but despite the tom's foolhardy nature, he had grown to be quite efficient at maneuvering. After each collection of graceful steps, he would barrel his thick body into a nearby cat, unbalancing them and leaving openings for his battling tribemates, but nothing else beyond that. For a Home-Guard's To-Be, Seed was a general mild-mannered cat.

Growing tired, however, of simply darting around, Seed settled on a pretty white and lilac spotted tail, deeming it a well enough target for how soft it appeared. With almost a blissful smile upon his face, the dimwitted tom frolicked over and landed on the smaller cat's rear, lightly grabbing their tail between his teeth as he savored the smell. Mmmm! Waterlilies! However, his nose wrinkled as the lovely fragrance was quickly stained by the harsher scent of wet musk and blood. Looking up from his pounced position, Seed was met with seething orange eyes as the young tom had unfortunately met with Saltweed of Mistclan. His scream of terror rallied more orange eyes to lock onto him, and before he knew it, the large tom had a black and red tortoiseshell pair of apprentice clinging to his back, claws embedded deeply into his skin, and a spotted warrior lunging at his neck from her shorter reach. All which save his life from Saltweed was how much taller he stood than the reasonably short she-cat.

Foxpaw kicked Seed with all his might, scraping the white and cream tom bloody as quickly as he had pounced on his mother. It wasn't that Foxpaw was dying to protect Saltweed; he knew she could protect herself plenty. It was merely on principle. He and his mother were better than all the other clan cats, and that meant these strangers were even further beneath them. Disgusted by the idea of this forest yankee's claws even touching his mother made the black apprentice see red. At his discretion, Foxpaw launched himself at Seed with his awkward denmate, Currantpaw, in suit. Both had stuck to the To-Be like annoying ticks and were out for blood. Hoping to prove themselves, they would make sure that the cat wouldn't be able to walk himself out of such a fight.

Not too far off, Sabletail's creamy fur was splash in crimson as he rolled across the ground with two slender Prey-Hunters, his dark amber eyes blazing as he thrashed against a grey she-cat and a spotted brown one. He spit to the side, avoiding their pained face, for even as enemies, they were far too pretty to disgrace with his bloody saliva. Craning his head back to the ground as they worked together to pin him, the Mistclan deputy smacked his forehead against the silky grey cat, hearing a resounding crack as it rang within his ears. He was dizzied briefly, but he could make out the she-cat's squeals of pain as she stumbled backwards, and felt as the pressure pinning him slackened. In a wobbly motion, he lurched upward and forced the brown she-cat off him, though his attempted blow to her face missed and landed just below, against her chest. The force was enough to catch her off guard and knock the wind from her, but not enough to spook her like he had done her ally. Shaking his head to rid himself of the buzzing ringing he heard and blinking rapidly to clear his bloody eyes, Sabletail ran at the spotted Prey-Hunter until he knocked into her, sending them both to the ground. If he couldn't see or hear, he would have to rely on his sense of smell and feeling.

Smacking the spotted brown cat against the ground, Sabeltail kicked at her soft belly with his powerful hind legs, repeating the rough motions until her paws felt warm and wet, and her writhing ceased. Pulling himself up on shaky legs, his vision cleared a little and as such, claiming to see, he rushed back into the thick of the battle with his blood-soaked tail raise high and meow belting out among the caterwauls.

Fennelpaw shrank back and cried out any time an unfamiliar cat came close to her, her curly tail flared out and tiny body struggling to keep between Darkpaw's thick legs as the world whirled around her. Even as she occasionally tripped the black tom, Fennelpaw was resolute in sticking to her hiding place. Despite the horror surrounding her, the black she-cat felt safe enough; Plushtail stuck close, battling off any cat who grew too close for comfort, with Darkpaw acting as a second line of defense. Her brassy eyes were glossy and full of fright, even even she stuck out an occasional clawed paw in the hopes of nicking someone's leg. Without much battle training under her belt, it was about all she could muster. In between blows, however, she focused on watching her mentor and fellow denmate do their work.

Darkpaw's long claws sliced through a Home-Guard To-Be's ears as the black Mothclan cat sent his younger opponent running. In all honesty, the muscular tom felt his battle prowess could be better spent elsewhere on the battlefield, perhaps alongside his silver beauty, but all it took was the occasional shiver of the small she-cat between his legs to remind him that right here was where he was supposed to be. Darkpaw was going to be a warrior of Mothclan, dedicated to all his clanmates and their wellbeing; not Bunnyblossom, not to the sport of battle. He was where he was most needed in that moment, working beside Plushtail and defending the frazzled Fennelpaw. Still, he could do his best to glance around and see the rest of the fighting.

Bunnyblossom evade his sights, but off to his right, he caught a flash of white and ashy fur as Milkberry battled alongside some of their clanmates against a group of tribe cats of varying sizes. The slender pale tabby's blue eyes flashed dangerously as she darted from cat to cat, biting and drawing blood from her opponents' heels as she moved like a snake. Her tail lashed wildly as she then attached herself to one of the back of a Prey-Hunter equal in size, and the two rolled in a struggle against the grass, fighting to pin one another. Blood soaked through their pelts into the grass, but neither let up, and it filled Darkpaw's belly with both worry and pride for his clanmate. As he forced off another overzealous To-Be, the black tom-cat sent a quick prayer to Starclan, hoping to his ancestors that they would land on the side of victory this night.

(Feel free to fight with any of my cats; both Bushfire and Spider are open to be killed, and Aloestream prefferable maimed. All others can be hurt as far as wounds w/ scarring, but feel free to get creative ^^)

[gingersnapsdacat]

DAISYPETALS
Daisypetals shivered with fear. What was he supposed to do? He had no idea who these cats were, or why they were so angry. Had the clans done something wrong? He looked around wildly, trying to understand where he was going when a large-eared tomcat bit down on his leg. He kicked out at the tom's nose, momentarily dazing him, and ran off towards the bushes. 
He panted, crouching in a tiny thicket of leaves. The sound of battle echoed in his folded ears, and he buried his face in his fluffy tail, trying to block out the noise. 
Just go away...
But the sounds did not cease, and he was not going to be able to get rid of the noise by hiding. 
What was I thinking?! I never should have come here...I am useless...
He trembled at the thoughts that raced through his mind. There had to be something he could do. Anything to help the clans that took him in. That was when he heard a noise in the nearby bushes, and caught a glimpse of a snow-white pelt. 
Frostfall! 
He pushed through the bushes until he was close to the medicine cat. 
"P-please! I can help!"

STOATWHISKER
Stoatwhisker was on her paws the instant that she heard the tribe cats. She plunged into the battle, ready for anything. Almost immediately, she locked into battle with a thin tortoiseshell (spider). Slashing angrily with sharpened claws, she hoped to land at least one blow on the she-cat's flanks.  Already, drops of crimson blood stained her pelt, though she had no idea whose it was. 

BUNNYBLOSSOM
Bunnyblossom's eyes were wide with sudden fear as she was forced away from her dark prince. Although she tried to see him in the crowd, his night-colored pelt vanished in the masses of fighting cats. Knowing that she would not be able to find him, Bunnyblossom turned to the tribe cats, fur fluffed up in fear. Bunnyblossom had to defend her clan. She blindly slashed at the tribe cats, just hoping to drive them back for even a moment.