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

[Miss Tactical]

Green eyes peered around looking at his sister Wingedpaw and just like a bolt he saw his father run into the masses of fighting cats. Puffing out his chest it was time for him to show off what his mentor had been teaching him. Sure longstride was a bit cooky at times, but the tom could fight and be deadly that was for sure. Mintpaw found himself staring eye to eye with a smaller cat, probably apprentice aged, or young warrior compared to the clan cats that was. Still larger than he, he lunged claws outstretched aiming to jump on the cats back. After all he was told if you were fighting a bigger opponent that’s what you should do. Chunks of fur went flying around, hissing and spitting could be heard. He stood up and felt claws hook into his face and rip with large force. The red and white tom let out a loud wail as he froze. He couldn’t see!!! His vision blurred as he felt warmth around the right side of his face, the pain soon turned numb but even blinking did not return vision.

Mintpaw heard a loud yowl before moving out of the way and taking off towards the bushes. “DAAD BEETLESHADE I CAN’T SEE…I-i-i-“ His cries turned to sobs as he found himself wandering in darkness with ringing in his ears. Little did the older apprentice know, his right eye was gone.

TL:DR=Mintpaw lost an eye and his crying out for his dad or beetleshade.

When Fang spoke and initiated the attack, Lionstorm rushed towards the large home guard. Now was not the time to be looking at the ladies after all. His eyes scanned the clearing looking for Thunderbird. He was concerned for her safety, but if the tom had done anything right, she would make it out of this. He nodded slowly raking his claws down the toms flank, but the home guard didn’t even seem to be in pain or phased by the attack. Lionstorm watched him smirk slightly before he was lunged at, his jaw opened slightly in awe as he looked at the massive fangs coming from the toms mouth. Was he even a normal cat?

Very carefully he dodged out of the way, another warrior seemed to noticed the large home guard and come swinging too but was knocked away with a quick movement from the tom. How could he fight like that? With a nervous gulp Lionstorm decided the only thing to do which was considered dishonorable would be the death bite. With all the fur and crimson droplets around there was no way they would win without eliminating some of their enemies. Closing his eyes for just a moment the red tom jumped trying to get on the home guards back, but was shocked when he quickly rolled and had him pinned.

Lionstorm struggled under the toms weight, thrashing trying to get free but the large front paws held him down tight. His gasping turned into a gurgle as he felt the claws prick his neck. He narrowed his eyes spitting at the tribe cat with distaste. He couldn’t say anything as his air way tightened. His vision started to blurr and he seemed to be drifting in and out of consciousness.

Fang looked at the tom making a tsk tsk noise clicking the roof of his mouth with his tongue. “I was taught that move as a Homeguard…the death bite RIGHT HERE!” He took his paw jabbing the tom right below the shoulder. “I didn’t think another tribe cat would stoop that low. Let me show you how it’s done!” Fang flipped the red tom over sinking his large fangs right above the tom shoulders almost instantly Lionstorm went limp, his fear scent clouding the clearing. He was dead.

TL:DR Lionstorm was killed by FANG.

Stormwatcher didn’t hesitate to move even before the tribe cats initiated an attack. She was slinking in the darkness making her way towards her sister. She already let Hailstrike get hurt once as apprentices, she wouldn’t let that happen again. As the tribe cats spoke about being invited to the party she held her breath making each move silent, and clever. One step then another. Her eyes fell on her sister, and her tail brushed her shoulder. “I’m not going to let you out of my sight this time.” Before they had made a rooky mistake of separating and Hailstrike had sustained horrible injuries, not this time. Not on her watch.

The dilute she-cat stood by her sisters side, muscles flexed, and eyes shining with determination, but also kept a close eye on her father. She had a bitter taste in her mouth. He told her a good leader always knew when to withhold and when to tell information. Would she telling Hailstrike her father was on her last few lives if not his last life a good idea? She bit back words but instead could only offer a smile, and a soft touch to her sisters shoulders with her tail. She didn’t want her sister to get hurt over something like this, and decided it was best left unsaid. “We fight together okay?”

As if on cue there was a loud yowl and suddenly all the gathering cats were into the fray. Stormwatcher smirked slightly tail waving with excitement. It had been a long while since she got to sink her claws and teeth into something and boy was she excited. Nursery life took a lot out of you. “Shall we?” She chuckled softly trying to lighten the mood before leaping at a brown she-cat presumably a prey hunter with claws striking through the tribe cats pelt with ease, almost as if she had no fighting training at all. “Let’s kick some tail!”

TL:DR-Stormwatcher is with her sister Hailstrike

Birchpaw watched Foxpaw and rolled her eyes, did he not learn anything fighting with her? She gave her hind leg a quick lick, a small flesh wound from where he sunk his teeth into her leg a few days prior She trotted over, stomping the ground with her paws, excitement in her eyes. She had never seen so much injury, she stumbled over a limp cat and chuckled slightly. “Woopsie daisies better luck next time yeah?” Before her eyes fell on Saltweed and Foxpaw attacking some smallish cat, and her sister as well. She is SO going to get herself killed… Part of her didn’t seem to care, but the other part of her knew that if she let her sister get hurt her parents would never let her hear the end of it.

She moved with haste, dodging paws and flying fur before she reached the two. She took her tail trailing it on Foxpaws shoulder until it tickled underneath his chin. “Won’t get anything done without a real warrior Fox breath.” She teased slightly. Then she looked at Currantpaw. “And you…don’t fight like a kit and get yourself killed.” Despite not really caring all too often she wouldn’t let her sister make fool out of her or herself and launched herself at the nearest to be, instincts taking over she bit down into the cats neck not lighting go until the body went limp. An odd adrenaline took over her. HER FIRST KILL. She looked up to the red moon eyes sparkling brightly. My first kill Flowereyes I bet you are proud!

TL DR: Birchpaw is fighting with Foxpaw and Currantpaw, killed some random To-be and is now praising the Darkforest.

[noctemq]

Cherrypaw stood away from her mentor and closer to the apprentices of Mothclan. This was one of the first formal Gatherings she had been to, and the sea of cats around her left the small apprentice slightly confused. Yes, she knew the clans were big and that there was more out in the wild besides her fellow clan-mates, but she had no idea to the sheer amount of cats that were living the same lifestyle. She popped her head in and out of the crowd, noticing new faces and new scents everywhere. Yes, this was a serious meeting and yes, the weight of the air was much heavier than usual, but she couldn’t help but feel a slight tinge of awe through the tenseness.

She sat back down on her hind legs, listening to the cautious words of the clan leaders before an unfamiliar smell hit her nose. Cherrypaw sniffed once more. Was that a scent of a clan she didn’t recognize or something else? A panic from the crowd swept over and made her pelt shoot up defensively. Soon enough, she was being jostled to the back by warriors she didn’t recognize and battle cries filled the air. Her small form prevented her from seeing what was actually going on, but her gut told her it was an emergency. “Batst—oof!” She tried to call for her mentor, but was quickly shut down by another warrior rushing ahead. Like a disoriented rag doll, Cherrypaw tried to weave her way through the crowd but was eventually stepped on once more. What was going on?! Where was her mentor? Her denmates? Her ears flattened and she looked around, slightly panicked, for some cat she could recognize.

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Honeyspark scanned his surroundings, jumping and ducking in the chaos. His breath had already picked up despite the little action he had recieved. The young tom stepped back to try to observe. Which cats were part of the clans? Which were.... other? He could barely tell and didn’t have enough time to stop and sniff every cat. Honeyspark was just trying to stay out of trouble for the most part and keep an eye on those he knew. He has very little battle training, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t risk his life to save one of his clan-mates should the moment arise. He unsheathed his claws hesitantly and stood his ground, eyes wide with fear. 

[mewmehh]

The scent of blood and fear weighed heavily on the air as caterwauls filled the sky with screams, and among them, Wingedpaw joined in. A white-hot pain lanced through the she-cat’s face and pulled a howling scream from deep within her throat. Still, her legs remained steady despite their shaking and they carried her forward towards her opponent. While the angular cat's long reach did well to slash her face at a distance, Wingedpaw's surprising speed and brazen demeanor forced the Tribe cat backwards as the white apprentice rushed the tall cat's chest. Long, hooked claws caught themselves in the she-cat's wild, white fur and in spite of the fiery pulling sensation she felt down her back, Wingedpaw dug her claws into the sides of the Home-Guard's inner legs and belly. It was only once the cat let go of her pelt and ran off with a hiss that Wingedpaw felt herself deflate with a heavy breath and grow wobbly on her feet.red filled her watery, burning visible and pain crushed her heart inside; she hadn't wanted to take it so far, but this was a war. And she was going to be a warrior.

The massive snow-colored Home-Guard swung her muscular body to and fro, aiming to crumple all the clan cats she could as she closed the distance on the Ivyclan leader. Still, like persistent ants, it seemed the clan cats kept forcing her back with their sheer numbers, like a flood of bloody fur. Wrinkling her nose, Wisp of Icy Star’s Tail spun on her heels and dove to her left before making a sharp turn to move around the bulk of the cats acting as guards for the medicine cats. In her actions, heavy, clawed paws landed on a smaller form. Autumn-brown fur stuck up between her toes as she felt bones beneath her break, and in her sudden surprise, the serval Home-Guard sprang off Honeyspark. Her periwinkle gaze was cast to the ground, roving over the young tom and she felt a little twinge of guilt; his broken body appeared like one no older than a To-Be and she sent a silent apology to the young tom for his short life. You were in the wrong place, at the wrong time, kit. She could mourn her mistakes later, but for now, she had other business to tend to.

The fresh scent of blood hit Longwing like a rough blow to the face as he blinked his odd eyes open, weakly. Within an instant, his eyes locked onto his clanmate’s crumpled form and his blood turned to ice. His body ached and screamed, but he forced himself to his wobbly paws, padding over to Honeyspark. Working as efficiently as he could while allowing the young warrior’s dignity to remain, Longwing flung him onto his long back and headed for the edge of there clearing where he knew there would be less trampling feet. He would lay Honeyspark there and return to the fight, he decided as his exhausted and dizziness was replaced by a fiery burn for vengeance. They aren’t going to get away with this!

Longwing's bright pelt was like a streak of light and flame as the long tom dove past cat after writhing cat, moving only to help his comrades in a scrap which proved too tough to brave alone. Beyond that, the tom was playing the tank; taking the heavier hits as one of the larger cat's on the battlefield, matching the warriors of the Tribe in stature. Using this to his advantage, it allowed for the Ivyclan warrior to draw the opponents' attention while the smaller, darker warrior launched surprise attacks of their own.

Keeping to his role, Longwing threw himself at lanky brown she-cat as the unfamiliar cat stalked the pale Beampaw. Despite the fierce look the younger cat wore on her blood-soaked face, Longwing was glad to have arrived in time to assist the apprentice. Having caught a reluctant, yet smiling expression from the normally stubborn Beampaw, a selfish smile lit up the warrior's features and he kicked the Tribe cat over roughly, leaving a gap for the curl-earred apprentice to land a few blows.

As the brown she-cat howled and turned tail, Longwing's attention was pulled to a sharp yelp from Beampaw. "What is it?!" his voice crackled as he launched over to stand beside her.

"It's Wingedpaw! She's hurt," Beampaw crowed sharply as she tore off towards the white apprentice, shoving herself beneath the unsuspecting, swaying albino as to help carry her weight while Longwing hurried after. Beampaw did her best to assist, but in the end, Longwing directed her to return to the battlefield carefully and with his eldest daughter swinging from his jaws like an oversized kit, he made way for where he had placed Honeyspark.

As Birchpaw approached and barked her bit through the hissing and spitting, Foxpaw rolled his eyes with distaste. It seemed the annoying little she-beast hadn’t had her fill after their training session and reveled in all the gore about the battlefield. At least she’ll do well enough out here. However, as he worked the large-earred tom’s back into a bloody mess, clinging to Seed of Fallen Fruit’s scruff, Foxpaw felt him lurch and break free of the Mistclan cats’ grasps. Whipping his head to face Currantpaw, he glowered harshly as it was a result of her slackened force that allowed Seed to bolt away with only a trail of red left behind.

Landing nimbly upon his stick pets, Foxpaw swiped at Currantpaw and tore a cleft into her red and black nose. Currantpaw screeched venomously and staggered back with wide eyes to stand closer to Birchpaw despite it being her sister’s words which shook her resolve. ”How could you be so bloody stupid?! You’ve let him go, you damned idiot!!” Foxpaw roared, rufescent black fur looking like blood under the red moon’s light as he bristled angrily.

Spinning around, he pushed past the red apprentice nursing her split nose and after Birchpaw as she worked to make her first kill, decided he too needed to work off some steam. Watching as she cast her eyes to the sky, Foxpaw’s gaze narrowed quietly inquisitively. I see. I suppose she would be watching, wouldn’t she? With a snort, Foxpaw dove beside Birchpaw as a second tribe cat moved to tackle the Mistclan she-cat, ramming into their wide flank and sending them to the ground, stunned. Sending his denmate a quick look with his orange eyes, Foxpaw invited his sparring partner for another session, but this time on someone worth killing.

Spider Legs of Speckled Petal squirmed in her steps, her large eyes watery as she looked back at Stoatwhisker, threatening to cry. Little droplets of blood fell lightly from her stomach and while it wasn’t the most grotesque wound, Spider was guarding it as if her insides were spilling out. ”P-please…let me just l-l-leave. I d-don’t want to hurt anyone. I’m just a h-hunter…” she croaked out miserably to the shorter white cat, a pleading look in her eyes as the Mistclan warrior sent blow after pummeling blow towards her, the Prey-Hunter struggling to stumble back as far from danger as she could muster in her pain state. A trio of blood lashes raked her flank and burned like a fiery inferno, followed by and second and third set, and a garbled cry like a kit’s rose shrilly in the air. ”N-no no no n-n-no no no please! Please have m-m-mercy!! I don’t wanna die! I don’t wanna die!!” Spider wailed, limping away with her face cast to the night sky as more and more blood spilled out from her sound with a sickening splat. ”Mama, save me!! Save me, pLEASE SAVE ME!!!”

[M'Lady]

A storm.
That was the closest word you could use to describe the Ivyclan leader. Her movements were thunderous, her claws flashed like lightning, her eyes glowed with a fury that would strike fear in even the bravest of cats. She moved as though she were a whirlwind, beating off those that dare come close to her or attempted to chase after the medicine cats as they escaped. They were mostly gone by now, so her frantic attacks lessened, instead becoming stronger and more precise. She couldn't save everyone, but her warriors could take care of themselves, and it only fueled her spirit as they rallied beside her.

And then, Owlstar saw her. A snow white cat, larger than many of her warriors, taking them down with what seemed like no trouble or remorse. Anger seethed inside of the smoky furred leader, blazing yellow eyes quickly analyzing the opponent. No doubt, she was stronger than Owlstar when it came to pure strength. But Owlstar was clever, and had lives to spare.
The rest of her warriors did not.
With a decisive pounce, the leader cleared an opponent, leaving them for Maplespring and Timberheart to deal with. Instead, she narrowed down on the beast furred in white, an ominous aura beginning to cloud around the Ivyclan leader, one that would usually demand respect from those around her, but instead forced fear upon them.
She lunged forward, a blur of grey and black fur, and swiped down with silvery claws at the face of this ghostly stranger.
"How dare you harm my warriors!" The snarl ripped from her throat, as furious as the growl of a mother bear. A mother that had lost before and refused to let it happen again. A mother that wouldn't back down until justice had been done.

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Greenpaw, needless to say, wasn't doing great. He shouldn't have come to the gathering in the first place, he didn't even like gatherings! A jumble of tastes that made him sick to his stomach, and this was even worse. When the strange cats had come, he'd slunk away from the clan cats to breathe on the very edge of the clearing. And then, battle struck and all he could taste was blood.
Thankfully, the medicine cats had ended up around him, and here he could do some good, instead of getting caught up in the vicious brawl that was taking place. Hopefully, they wouldn't come over here. If they did, Greenpaw didn't know if he could fend them off.
He had quite a knowledge of herbs and the like, from both hanging around the medicine den and hearing Wingedpaw talk about it, so as injured cats came, he did his best along with the rest of their little group to stop the bleeding and get them out of serious danger.

And he remained composed for once!

At least, until Wingedpaw's screech ripped through the air and the taste of cinnamon grew hot on his tongue. Fear darted through his green gold gaze, and it wasn't long until Longwing delivered the she-cat to their capable paws.

"O-oh Starclan, ohnoohnoohnoohno.." He rushed forward, wincing at the sight before him. Sweet Wingedpaw, Wingedpaw who always looked out for others, who always made sure everyone was okay. Fear welled up inside of him, but he swallowed it down violently. No, he couldn't panic. Not here where lives depended on them. Though tears welled up in his eyes, he remained silent as he motioned for Longwing to bring her over and set her down, and he quickly went over to grab spare leaves and cobwebs, practically the only materials available on this godforsaken battlefield, and began to carefully cover up the wound in order to stop the bleeding.
"Shh, it's o-okay, we've got you." He spoke softly, barely loud enough to hear over the shouts and screams, as he tried to still his trembling paws as he worked.

It would all be okay.
He had to believe it would be, or else he'd lose what little calm he had left.

[Dragon]

Wildstep stood near the his clan mates his eyes casting around looking for Heronflight. At one point he spotted her and before the leaders began to speak he slowly and calmly began to walk towards her. He gave a bow of his head. "Hows it going?" His heart beat a little faster as he remembered how they had met. "How is Bloompaw? Catch any more squirrels?" He kept his voice normal with a slight tease in it as if he was talking to a normal clan mate.

As the leaders began to speak he paid close attention. But it wasn't long before a strong scent reached his nose and made him crinkle his nose. Do you smell that Heronflight?" Just as he spoke unknown cats appeared. Wait weren't they the tribe cats that lived a couple days away? One cat stepped forward and began to speak ending their speech with how the were here to kill them. He hissed and dug his claws into the ground. "I'D LIKE TO SEE YOU TRY!" Wildstep yowled and took a step forward automatically protecting Heronflight without even thinking of it. As the tribe cats leaped towards them he let out a yowl of rage. "How dare you come and destroy our time of peace." His his angrily and puffed up his fur but some part of him told him to stay at Heronflights side so instead of leaping into battle he stayed at the she-cat from Ivyclans side.

(gingersnapsdacat I'm assuming this takes place before their secret rendezvous if not let me know and I'll edit this. Feel free to attack Wildstep but no life threatening wounds.)

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Deerpaw and Fawnpaw sat side by side listening to the leaders. It was their very first gathering. Fawnpaw was scared and nervous with her pelt brushing against her brothers. While Deerpaw was excited and wanted to go out and talk to apprentices from the other clans but didn't want to leave his sisters side knowing how skittish she was. Everything was going great and Deerpaw was starting to think the omens of death were nothing but stories to tell kits when strange cats began to appear. His fur bristled and he looked up at the sky. The moon was clear of any clouds as it cast it's bloody color down on the gathering place. A tom spoke up asking why they hadn't been invited. He could feel his sisters pelt tremble with fear and he pressed harder against her. But then after a pause the tom spoke of them being here to attack and possibly even kill them. He hissed angrily. Then before Deerpaw knew what to expect they strangers lunged forward and attacked them. Turning to Fawnpaw he nudged her towards the edge. "Go and hide Fawnpaw I'll come find you after the battle. Climb a tree, do something to stay safe." With that he turned and ran into the battle disappearing from his sisters site.

Fawnpaw knew something like this was going to happen. The color of the moon and the omens this night was going to end badly. When the strangers appeared and attacked them she barely felt her brother pushing her towards some bush's and telling her to hide. Her feet tumbled towards what she hoped was safety but at the same time she paused and looked back worried for her brother.

(Feel free to attack Deerpaw and Fawnpaw. Nothing life threatening for either but feel free to seriously injure Fawnpaw. Give her a head injury or something if you want just nothing bad enough to kill her. I have plans for her to loose her memory. Whether it happens hear or later in leaf bare all depends on what happens.)

[Meow]

Frostfall stiffened as someone dove into the bush after her, though the overwhelming fear-scent of Daisypetals immediately told her who it was. The pale she-cat took in a deep breath, knowing her suspicions about the tom's lack of aptitude toward fighting had just been confirmed. Without even glancing at her companion, Frostfall batted a wad of cobwebs toward him, her eyes hardening. "Patch up whoever you can. If they're too badly wounded to keep fighting, take them here and do what you can. Give them chamomile if they can't calm down, and, if anyone is beyond your help, call for me," Frostfall ordered the warrior, her tone final. There was no time for fear or hesitation. They weren't fighting in this war, but it was up to them to keep their clan mates alive.

Then, the she-cat burst out of the bush, cobwebs filling her mouth as the muffled sounds of battle suddenly roared in her ears, and the scent of blood and fear nearly choked her. Already, cats were lying in pools of blood, thick with the scent of death, while others moaned as their wounds overcame them. Frostfall forced herself to clear her mind as she hurried to the sides of the injured warriors and apprentices, working at a feverish pace as she kept her ears pricked for the sounds of approaching paws- if the tribe cats got to her, she was done for. She had to work quickly!

[Ava]

LEAFPAW
Hidden in the shadows as the fighting began, Leafpaw snickered and smirked as she slipped towards a skinny white tom. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw her father, Lionstorm, in a battle with a massive Tribe home-guard. Stopping mid bound, she widened her eyes as he fell limp beneath the home-guard, dead. Rage and vengeance the only thing on her mind, she took a massive leap towards the tom and dug her teeth into his shoulder, flipping him over while she had the chance. With the tom terrified, though writhing as he tried to escape, she held him with all her might and managed to keep him down at she gnawed at his claws. Tearing at them, she began to pull at them and eventually had yanked one off, leaving the tom yowling in distress. However, there were lots of other cats howling and screeching, and his was unheard over the fighting. Her grin widened as she yanked more and more from his paw, until it was bleeding horribly and his screams were louder than ever. Each time he struggled it bled worse and worse, until the grass was a deep crimson from all four paws' claws ripped away. As she finished, she sliced a deep gash into the prey-hunter's neck, cutting into his trachea before slowly killing him. Content with her first torture and kill, she drifted back into the crowd of battle. Though her tortoiseshell pelt was caked with deep red blood, she felt better than she had ever before.

Notes: Leafpaw has her first kill, Pond When Ice Melts is dead

CLOUD THAT FLOATS ACROSS SKY
This was not what she had imagined the Clans looking like. They were much larger than she had expected- and she was terrified. Her paws shook in fear. She wasn't muscular and stocky like the other cats here, and she figured she would be picked off by one of the best fighters. Sighing, she leaped towards one of the more slender cats, flinging her claws everywhere awkwardly. Her claws were rather dull and didn't do much, and she pressed lightly instead of digging into the she-cat's fur. As she aimed her odd technique of fighting towards her, she looked away as if she was scared her own claws would fling backwards into her eyes.

Notes: gingersnapsdacat

SCREECH OF MIGHTY EAGLE + CROWSTORM
Screech's mood changed drastically as he remembered his love for fighting. Entering the eerie clearing with his tribe, he seemed to float towards the cats with his overgrown black claws outstretched. Instantly he bounded for a black tom that almost blended in with the night air, catching the tom off guard and digging his long claws into his fur. Crowstorm instantly snarled and began to fight back, digging his teeth into Screech's shoulder and pinning the much larger tom down with some odd luck. Screech grinned as he stretched his neck towards Crowstorm, snapping his jaws at his neck before reaching around, biting down hard on the back of his throat as the tom went limp, falling on top of him. Green eyes narrowed in attempt to pretend he wasn't excited, he shoved Crowstorm off and bounded towards a pure white tom, quickly slashing through his fur and aiming a blow at his face. Pinning the tom to the ground, he snarled and raked his claws across his pale chest, before biting his shoulder. The red blood stained his white fur a dark pink, and he released for a split second as the tom fought back, writhing and managing to somehow shove Screech off.

Notes: Crowstorm is dead, Mama

[Mama]

Frozenpaw, knowing the risk of battle, had thrown himself right in and already a cat had flung themselves onto him. The stranger had him down in seconds, blood dripping into the white cats eyes from his wounds as he shoved him off desperately. His claws unsheathed, determination and rage in his eyes as he lunged back for more.

His claws appeared to aim for his side, however at the last second he tried to slide under and go for the belly, which was rather risky but the best move he could think of. His now pink tinted pelt stung with his wounds, but he knew others had more, as he saw that cat in front of him get slaughtered, he wanted to at least get a few hits for revenge.

[Cosima]

BEETLESHADE - -

(tagged ;; Miss Tactical)

There was howling from every direction, but the nearest cat to her that she could hear was Mintpaw, who was calling out for her. She scurried over to the young apprentice's voice, dodging claws to reach him. When she got to his side, he was already badly wounded. His face was bloody and, unfortunately, his eye was missing. "Starclan," She whispered, wincing from the sight. She'd never actually encountered a cat losing their eye before. "Uhhh-- stay calm and lean onto me. I've got you." She guided the apprentice into the two-leg monster, where there was little fighting happening. When she believed they were safe, she swiftly opened her bundle of herbs and dug through until she found cobweb and horsetail. Beetleshade quickly chewed the horsetail into a poultice and applied it to the wound before covering it with a layer of cobwebs. "You really must've put up a fight out there," She said in a calming tone to ease the apprentice. Only Starclan knew how much pain this young cat was in.

[GnawingOnIce]

Coyote That Hunts at Dawn was in this battle, too, of course. How long would it last? He didn’t know.

Everyone seemed occupied with their own opponent already, but one significantly smaller cat caught his eye. She wasn’t moving but was looking around as if she didn’t know what was happening.

Coyote didn’t take a second thought and bounded toward Cherrypaw, claws unsheathed. When he reached her he raised a forepaw, his muscles rippling underneath his cream tabby fur, and sliced his claws over her face.

Meteorfall, Cloverwing, and Ashleaf were all still together as well - until Meteorfall spotted an apprentice being attacked by one of the tribe cats. She gasped, “Cloverwing!” and gestured toward the apprentice, who she believed was Cherrypaw of Mothclan.

Cloverwing responded by racing toward the cream colored tom that was attacking the apprentice, throwing herself onto his back.

Coyote had the breath knocked out of him by a cat throwing herself onto his back. He thrashed around catching glimpses of her. She had long fur that had spots of crimson on it from the surrounding cats.

Coyote snarled and threw her off, pinning her down and taking her left ear in his maw, yanking and pulling on it.

Cloverwing yowled when the tom got a hold on her ear, battering at his chest and belly with her paws, pulling fur out. She finally saw blood start to well from claw marks on his chest, but he would not let up. It looked like he was determined to take her ear off, which scared her.

She felt her ear begin to give way. On top of that, the tom’s claws felt like they were digging impossibly deep into one of her shoulders and her her side.

“Cherrypaw! Someone! Help!”

OOC: noctemq