Deerpaw heard a cry for help for someone to help that shortly after he pushed his sister towards the bush's to hide. His eyes scanned the area looking for the source of the scream and saw a she-cat with a tom on top of her tearing her ear off. He had the scent of the strangers so he quickly lunged on top of the tom and dug all four sets of claws into his back and began to rake his back claws down it's back while sinking his fangs into his shoulder. "You will not take this clan cats life today," he hissed. Everything he did was from instinct for he had yet to have a training session to teach him how to fight.
Fawnpaw remained frozen at the edge of the bush's frozen in terror from the smell and scent of blood and all the yowls of pain. Her eyes huge and filed with fear wondering if any of those cries were her brothers. She crouched low to the ground and began to just shake with fear.
The cries and yowls of cats around him got his blood pumping, Eaglewatcher soon join into the mass of both clan and tribe cats. The elderly Ivyclan cat was no match for any of the larger Homeguards, whom swatted and spat at him. The prey hunters, however, where an easier target. The peaceful Gathering chime had been chinged away by the sudden fight that had exploded, invaded by these heathens of cats. The elder tabby went for it..A slender she-cat (I dunno care, who it is, feel free to snag the spot.), was his target. With a quick charge, the elder used his old yet bulky body in hopes to drive the cat away. Seeing it was no effect, he gave a loud half yowl and half growl, showing that he would rather die than have these fleabags win this round. His focus was drawn on the cat before him, and not any were else around his form. Easy to attack from behind and both sides. His hearing and sense of touch dulled by the woes of age. Who would challenge him next? Who would attack? How..Find out more once the next person replies. [ANY HOMEGUARD CAN KILL OR MAIM EAGLE, PREFER IF YOU KILL HIM.]
The white warrior. Swanfur, gave a sour look to the now invading tribe cats, her tail fluffing out ten-fold. She was ready. With a mighty leap she went after Song Of Bird, Whom immediately yowled and went into attack mode. The two she-cats went for each other, screaming and snarling, claw and claw, tooth and tooth. The fur flew between the two, Swan clinging to the back of the larger Song, the multi-colored cat swinging her body around to try and get the other off. Both soon got wound along their bodies, scratch and bite marks big enough to bleed. The pure surface of the moon stained with red; marked the coloring on Swan's pelt and Song's. Which female was to make it? Which would conquer? TL:DR Song of Bird and Swanfur fight, bloody wounds seep through their white pelts, much like the red stained moon. [ANY CATS CAN JOIN THESE TWO IN THIS FIGHT..IRONICALLY MAKE IT WHITE CATS. ;3 BUT FEEL FREE TO JUMP BETWEEN THEM. You are allowed to seriously injure or maim Swanfur. ]
The ever so headstrong, Ivyclan she-cat, Dogdusk, with her green eyes shining, tackled the nearest tribe cat to her. She barrelled into the action, grabbing onto a random tail. (Feel free to claim the spot). "AH I GOT YOU! YOU SHALL TAKE ON ME, DOGDUSK!!" [You're welcome to seriously injure Dogdusk! Maim them even, no killing!]
Littlepaw watched the battle grow with intensity as her paws shook, how the tribe had suddenly lurched at the gathering to attack and planned to kill clancats. She hadn't even yet learned to battle and defend herself, so she had to jump away at each time a battling pair came hurdling toward her, the occasional tribe cat barreling into a nearby Mistclan Warrior.
The fear made her throat swell up and her fear scent grew stronger. How would she defend herself? How would she when she knew only a small bit of hunting mice and rabbits? What would that do with anything?
The she-cat stared across the gathering, filled with bloodshed as her two-colored eyes filled with horror and fear.
Edit: Feel free to injure Littlepaw, but do not kill her!
ROAR OF RUSHING WATER
Roar hadn't known how to fight yet, but he had been taken along to attack what they called the Clans. Clans was a funny word on his tongue. The word Tribe was much better. He already had good tribe names to replace the world 'clan'. There was Mist that Falls Tribe, Tribe of Slow Ivy, and then Tribe of Fluttering Moths. But he knew they wouldn't agree to being a tribe any day. He wondered why.
But bringing himself back to the battle, he spotted an apprentice. He crouched, his back-legs tensing, ready for him to spring at any moment. He moved slowly along the undergrowth, following it until he faced forward. Lurching forward suddenly, he barreled through the crowd and rammed into Fawnpaw. Though he did not know how to attack, he figured it was something with his claws. Unsheathing his claws, he swiped randomly with his paws at her flank.
Edit: Feel free to intervene Roar's attack and injure him. NO KILLING HIM!
Fawnpaw had stood frozen in fear for who knew how long when all of a sudden she felt something stumble into her sending her off balance and making her squeak in fear. She felt claws rake her flank though clumsily and wondered if they were a new apprentice as well. But she had no time to think of that she had to try to defend herself. Fawnpaw spun around to see a small tom cat. She was right they were an apprentice or whatever these tribe cats called them. "I don't want to fight," she squeaked hoping to make them to stop. She felt a claw score above her left eye causing blood to drip into her eye. She hissed in pain and in anger and attacked back She tried to slide under the tom and score her paws on their stomach. She had seen another cat in the battle do that and hoped she could make it to work for herself. Intrique
(Feel free to seriously injure her but do not kill her)
Post by gingersnapsdacat on Oct 18, 2018 15:43:13 GMT
DAISYPETALS The small--eared warrior let out a nearly inaudible squeak as a clump of cobwebs were tossed at him. Okay. Okay. Patch up the warriors, get them to safety... Gancing around, he tried to find a sprig of chamomile for those who were more frazzled. Like tiny daisies... He tucked the sprig of calming flowers into his fluff, and dutifully walked back out towards his wounded clanmates.
STOATWHISKER Stoatwhisker hissed at the terrified prey-hunter, teeth shining white in the light of the crimson moon. The little cat she was clawing looked terrified, clearly afraid of what was to come. P-please…let me just l-l-leave. I d-don’t want to hurt anyone. I’m just a h-hunter… Stoatwhisker made no move to attack again, but her claws did not sheathe. "Then get out!" She watched the bloodied tortoiseshell flee, still hearing her cries of pain. If she did not want to be hurt, she should have stayed away...
HERONFLIGHT The brown and white warrior had barely been able to open her mouth and speak to her cross-clan friend before they had to launch into battle. As if by instinct, she crouched low, standing slightly behind her bulkier friend. "If you can take care of the tough guys, I can try tripping them up," she mewed, hoping that Wildstep would hear her over the roar of battle. Spinning, she was face to face with a young looking she-cat, who was batting desperately at her face with sheathed claws. Heronflight easily dodged the blows, and even those which did land were soft and unsure. She really has no idea what she's doing... So, Heronflight kept her same stance, simply moving around Cloud's flailing paws, the same way she would do when training her apprentice. A few times, she swung out a fuzzy foreleg and tapped the unsure prey hunter, doing no more than nudging her back when she got too close for comfort.
BUNNYBLOSSOM Bunnyblossom watched with wide eyes as Lionstorm grappled with Fang. She tried to get closer so that she could rip Fang away from the ginger tom, but every time she kept getting pushed father and fatter back, caught in the cross-blows of both tribe and clan cats alike. By the time she was close enough, Lionstorm had already breathed his last. Oh StarClan no... Bunnyblossom did not care that much for the flirtatious warrior, and they had never hunted together or even shared tongues. But still, she knew one thing; this was the father of the cat she loved. And now he was dead. "Murderer!" she screeched, launching herself at the long-toothed tribe cat.
"My horse is the greatest horse CUZ ITS NOT REALLY A HORSE AT ALL! Its more like a tortilla, On top of another tortilla Filled with gooey cheese fresh salsa too They forgot my sour cream....."
Cherrypaw staggered back, feeling the hot drip of blood blind one of her eyes temporarily. With only one eye, she hurriedly steadied herself, ready to fight the unknown tom, before another cat launched themself into battle. She rolled over and spun around to find her bearings once she was out of the way. Cherrypaw lowered her stance and flattened her ears; she needed to help that other warrior! Her eyes were wide with adrenaline and her flight and fight feeling has turned to 100% fight. She let out a battle-cry and jumped onto the back of the tribe cat, starting to bite at him recklessly. Her claws dug into him in order to keep balance, hopefully enough balance to not fall off and get pinned. Just like Shadowstorm said! Hold your balance then roll off at the last second! She tried her best to keep her training in mind, but it was difficult to focus clearly in her first real fight.
Post by Miss Tactical on Oct 18, 2018 17:13:00 GMT
SECTION 1 Talon was satisfied that the tribe was making it well known that despite being normally peaceful, and caring that they were a force to be reckoned with. The long travel here was well worth it, and perhaps then they would think twice about storming into their home again. Flowers scent was last seen at the rushing rapids, perhaps he did simply just fall in, but to disrespect their ways when they were the ones who invaded wasn’t right! He growled slightly as he spotted an Ivy tribe cat. Narrowing his eyes he quickly lunged forward grabbing the cat with his teeth and giving the apprentice a large shake. When he dropped the apprentice on the ground, the body was limp the cat had died. Despite this being a fight, Talon was still respectful. He placed the apprentice down and with a paw closed their eyes.
Talon ran forward pushing clan cats out of the way, he saw fang fighting some other smaller cat heading into the clearing to take out a few others, he knew for a fact these cats were fighting with everything they had, and they were honestly losing. They should just run give them the satisfaction of the win. He watched a few of his own scurry off into the darkness, a light mist was starting to settle in making the battle grounds more dangerous to navigate.
TL:DR-Talon Killed Creampaw SECTION 2 Birchpaw fought side by side and was about to lunge at seed when her sister let her go. Her eyes widened as she looked at Currantpaw her lip drawn into a snarl. ”HOW DO YOU EXPECT TO BE A WARRIOR IF YOU KEEP LETTING PEOPLE GO!?!? Birchpaw clearly enraged left Foxpaw and Currantpaws side. She didn’t want to be involved with these weaklings and needed to take her rage out on someone. Birchpaw spotted just who she wanted, competition. She could see the rise and fall of the flank of Acornpaw laying on the ground. Everyone just seemed to be jumping over him he was probably dying anyways so why not just end the poor guys misery right? Her lip curled slightly as she looked at the angle the tom was laying in and took off at a high speed run. If she jumped at the right time it would a.) not only look like an accident… and b.) no one would notice with all the fighting cats.
When Birchpaw felt she was close enough she jumped, bringing her hind legs down on his throat. There was a quick snap, and Acornpaw had stopped breathing, night night sweet prince and soon his eyes closed. She smirked slightly proud of her sneaky work before running off and tussling with a to-be. She felt claws rake down her side but the adrenaline, and the addiction to violence seemed to fuel the young apprentice and give her more energy to continue. MistClan didn’t need Acornpaw anyways…he was weak…what was one less weak cat to them anyways?
Tl:DR-Birchpaw finished off Acornpaw in a sneaky way and quickly ran into the fray of fighting with a random To-be.
Section 3 Mintpaw felt oddly calm by Beetleshades presence despite the obvious pain. He felt weak sobbing in front of her, looking for his father. Perhaps it was the stress that was causing him to break. The pressure of coming home alive. The pressure of not knowing if his siblings were alive, if his dad was alive. He growled when he felt the poulstice hit where his eye had once been. His vision was starting to return in his other eye, and the ringing in his ears was starting to slow down. The andreline was starting to wear off, and everything hit him at once. It hurt to breathe, each breath caused him to wince, he could feel stinging pain in all of his cuts, luckily most were superficial and wouldn’t require attention, the big one though…that’s what he knew was bad by Beetleshades reaction.
”It’s gone isn’t it….I can’t see because it’s not there. He felt stick to his stomache and decided to lay down. When she asked about all the fighting cats out there he nodded, his body in a light shake. ”I…I did my best but they are so big and strong…I should have been more careful…. Mintpaw felt hopeless, and sour. He wanted nothing more than to defend his clan and he felt like a failure. Soon the pain did become too much, and his one eye closed, and the tom drifted into a deep state of unconsciousness.
TL:DR-Mintpaw succumbed to his pain just let the boy sleep
Goldeneyes sent the tribecat in his jaws flying into incoming others who were trying to help, the neck of the feline had been snapped and ripped violently. He let out a snarl that could mock a big cats, his tail lashing as he charged towards them. His paws slammed into the dirt, and without fear he bashed into the two assisting toms. They were knocked back into the soil, as he padded towards them with almost a devilish look in his black and gold eyes. Placing a giant paw onto one of the cats, he dug his claws in.
"Take you and your friend, and run." He spat coldly, his voice chilly and terrifying. "Or I'll rip your throat out and leave you for the birds."
With those words, he let go and the two went flying off, leaving their broken companion behind while Goldeneyes lashed his head around to look for his next victim. Blood dripped from his paws, his head lowered slightly, and his ears perked, alert. Quickly, he lunged fowards, his paws thundering as he weaved his way through the injured and fighting cats, finally tackling another tribe cat
(If you want to fight him, say you are the tribecat he tackled. Just tag me please!)
Briarfrost in the meantime, was neck to neck with a Prey hunter, weaving in and around and darting to try to get a hit in. Her tail flickered faintly and she lunged fowards, before a larger Caveguard suddenly bashed her down. She was thrown away from her first opponent, this time stuck with two and on the loosing end. Even with this knowledge, she continued to fight back, tooth and claw.
Darting under the Caveguard, she raked his belly with her claws before snapping her jaws around one of his hind legs in an awkward spot. The tabby latched on and he spun around in attempt to reach her and get her off, and eventually she was flung aside.
The preyhunter got to her and slashed down her face as she was still recovering from another throw, knocking her back into reality as she clawed aimlessly and frantically towards her legs.
(Shes open for someone to help her out, or more cats to fight her!) +±++++++±+++++±++++++±+
redpaw didn't care too much about these cats until he started to watch Clanmates fall around him, and it hit him hard in the heart. If he wanted to prove himself to his clan, and show he was stronger, he had to help fight back. Lunging towards a To-Be, he tackled them over and rolled with them down, not noticing the bites along his belly. His teeth bit into the shecat's ear and snapped a chunk off cleanly, as if he never felt the pain of a wound and didn't know how much that would hurt. Redpaw continued to get his own fur ripped from his belly with the felines pain, while he noticed nothing and continued to tear away before a claw to the face gave the Tobe some time to run for her life.
(Someone can fight him! Just tag me! He is up to get maimed, injured, etc.)
Wildstep heard Heronflights suggestion and nodded his head. "Sounds like a plan." He watched as a lean she-cat attacked his friend but it was obvious that Heronflight had the upper paw and easily dodged her attacks. As he watched Heron he was attacked from behind and felt claws sink into his flank causing him to spin around and leap up onto his back legs to tower over the guard. He flung his paws with claws stretched as far out as he could flicking them one after the other at any part of the face he could reach. An ear, an eye, the muzzle. He didn't want to kill so he hoped to scare them off but if they didn't turn and flee he would have no choice but to put everything he had into this battle and possibly severely injure the cat from the tribes.
(Wildstep is fighting a a random cave guard. If you wish to be the one he is fighting just tag me in your post.)
Diamond That Shines In The Cave stood among her clan mates. She was not a cave guard but a prey hunter. But she along with many other prey hunters were told to participate in the attack so here she was. She ran through the few battle moves that some of the cave guards had told her about on the journey here. She had practiced them whenever she had the chance. But a couple days didn't make her a great fighter. But she would do her best to protect her clan. The snowy Bengal she-cat saw a young clan cat attack one of the to-be's and she quickly rushed in and shoved Redpaw off of them. She hissed and flung a clawed paw at the clan to-be, she thought they were called apprentices but she wasn't sure if that was right.
Oddly, and rather strangely, Redpaw didnt flinch away at the new opponent's claws. After his previous opponent ran off, you would have thought he would be at least a bit tired. However, that wasn't the case with him. Instead of backing away from the strike, he let it hit his face but tried to bite one of her toes, or claws, roughly. His tail lashed from behind him, and if it was successful, he would try to twist the paw out of place. If not, he would lunge fowards for a risky attack towards her face. Not that he would mind the cuts and bites he'd got anyway, and the blood filling his left eye didn't bother him too much at all.
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