Diamond felt the pressure on her leg only increase causing her extreme pain. She feared at any minute she might hear it crack. Why wouldn't he just let go? She was getting scared. The pain in her leg became unbearable and just as she let go to yowl her pain the young tom collapsed pulling her down with him twisting her leg as he fell. She was unsure how badly her leg was injured but when she tried to stand up she found she could put no weight on it and collapsed back onto the ground at the toms side. Blood ran from her many injuries and she turned to look the tom in the eyes. She noticed she had accidentally clawed one of her eyes and flinched wishing she had never come. Diamond wasn't a fighter, but yet here she was fighting for her tribe, would the young apprentice die because of her? She hoped not, she hoped someone would come to help him.
(Complete List Of Injuries: Diamond's left leg has been badly chewed up and and has a severe sprain from when the apprentice collapsed twisting her leg as he fell. Her left ear has lost it's tip, a chunk of fur has been ripped from her scruff and her second toe to the left of her right front paw has been ripped off. What happens to her next is up to you guys but no killing.)
It took him a few seconds, but he slowly got to his feet, watching out for his twisted leg as he glared towards her with his good eye. It seemed like he would attack, for a second, before he flicked his tail and turned away. He was here to defend, not kill. And besides, she had a life to live too... Along with other cats he should be helping. Leaping fowards into the crowd, his leg bucked once more, making him suddenly fall on his side with a dull thud. He tried to get up once more, his leg now jutting out rather violently, and he got to his feet before his eyes rolled back and the tom collasped.
(After fighting two To-bes, Redpaw sustained multiple head injuries and blindness in one eye. His leg is broken and ripped apart, along with his belly. A chunk of his ear is missing. He passed out from blood loss.
A cold feeling rushed through Buckleap and stiffened his muscles as a wave of unfamiliar scents crashed into him. His long ears flattened at the tribe cat's words and his eyes narrowed to slits. The tabby's mouth fell open to retort, but he found that nothing came out. His mind was racing faster than he could keep up with. Great StarClan. There are so many of them. The fighting had started in no time. He didn't waste precious moments worrying over what to do. These cats weren't warriors. So it was a surprise attack, hm? He could do that. Buckleap sprinted toward the attackers with an emotionless look of determination.
Lives were quickly being torn away on both sides. The only rules here were nature's rules, so it was without restraint that he launched himself at the closest tribe cat. His paws landed on a large but apparently inexperienced she-cat. His claws tore through her. Her teeth dug into his side. He whipped around and she was gone, already trying to rip up someone else. It was all so quick, so fast-paced, but he could keep up. The warrior flung himself onto another of the tribe cats and yanked out tufts of fur, sinking his teeth into the cat's back until he was wrestled to the ground. Buckleap almost cracked a smirk. Bad move. He latched his claws onto the cat's shoulders and kicked out with powerful hind legs until the blood was enough for his grasp to slip. The cat fell backward and Buckleap considered it a win.
Now in the straightforward and inconsiderate state of mind that served him well during battle, Buckleap whipped around in search of another opponent to send running. He'd already stepped toward another large tom before he blinked and nearly tripped over his own paws. That was Longwing, a tom he had met some time ago before joining MistClan, but more importantly a clan cat. The cats with him looked vaguely familiar too, but Buckleap didn't have time to think about it right now. This wasn't really the perfect setting for a causal conversation. The tom spun and lunged at a different cat.
Was that blurriness in his vision blood in his eyes, or fog in the air? He couldn't tell anymore. Blood catching in his throat, the air itself seemed like an enemy he had to fight. Buckleap coughed and stole a triumphant breath only to waste it on an exclamation of pain. "Maybe this is why you weren't invited," he growled upon recovery, though he couldn't find the callous cat that had originally made the remark. He was fighting, and he was going to keep fighting until the battle ended or his life did.
Summary: Buckleap fights some random tribe cats, sees some people he knows, and goes back to fighting.
Pebbleshade of MistClan
Pebbleshade stared around at the battle as if he really was his namesake; just a little pebble frozen in place as horrors spun around him. He had lost sight of Flametail, but what he saw instead of his former apprentice wiped thoughts of the ginger tom from his mind. There were cats writhing and falling limp. Small cats with big scars. An apprentice with... with half of a face? He urged himself forward, toward that young clan cat to offer help, but his paws just wouldn't move. He couldn't move. Pebbleshade blinked in terror. Why? He'd always been taught to attack. Why now, when it mattered, did he fail? Yes, fighting had always been one of his weaker skills and his training over the past few moons hadn't done much to help that. Yes, the only thing that hid his smaller-than-average build was his long grey fur standing on end. But he wasn't a coward. He just needed a strong voice to tell him what to do.
The realization that his leader's words wouldn't pierce the cacophony of yowls hit him at about the same time as a tribe cat, and both simultaneously knocked the breath out of him. His pale green eyes widened as the huge she-cat bowled him over and he screwed them shut. Surprised and unprepared, the best he could do was ball up and hope to get a good shot in with his instinctual swipes. Pebbleshade's usual rational thinking was nowhere to be seen. When he finally did claw through the skin on his enemy's belly, she batted him to the ground with a litany of hard blows and moved on. Pebbleshade stood up, dazed, and shook his head to clear the fuzz. He narrowed his eyes and searched for someone that needed help.
What he saw instead was his clanmate Stoatwhisker with a fearful tribe cat. Serves you right, he thought, you shouldn't have attacked us on a Gathering night. Maybe in a different situation he would have felt a whisker of sympathy, but not now. These tribe cats were cemented in his mind as outsiders and as beasts, barely more than foxes that spoke the language. He couldn't get the trauma they had caused out of his sight, and when he closed his eyes he couldn't get it out of his mind. Dead apprentices... scared apprentices... scarred apprentices-- if they survived. That was without mentioning the warriors flung about in a frenzied whirlwind of claws and fur, necks snapped and throats slit and things he'd never seen in his wildest nightmares. Worst of all, there were cats on the ground. Dead cats and living cats, trampled and stepped over with a fleeting sorrowful look at best. Nobody had time to spare to help them up. Nobody had the heart to look for their clanmates there. Pebbleshade snapped into action with a rejuvenating gasp as he saw the rapidly rising and falling chest of yet another young cat, blood pouring out of his wounds. Unbeknownst to Pebbleshade, the name Redpaw suited the apprentice well right now. He dove in and grabbed the tom by the scruff, dragging him through the fray any way he could manage. He threw out a few small attacks to clear the path when he had to but mostly just focused on the side of the battlefield. "Frostfall! I've got a- he's young!" the tom struggled to call through the fur and the sickening taste in his mouth. He couldn't pick out a clan scent through the blood and for once he didn't care. "There's lots of blood!"
Summary: Pebbleshade freezes up. I prattle about the horrors of war for a bit. He tries to drag Redpaw to Frostfall. Feel free to power play a little if I don't reply in time.
MamaMeow Pebbleshade tries to take Redpaw to Frostfall.
Diamond watched as the apprentice got up some how and she prepared for him to attack her once more knowing she had not the energy to defend herself even if she wanted to. As he stood looking down at her she looked over all the injuries she had caused and flinched. This wasn't her, she had never injured anything in her life that wasn't prey before. She didn't want to be here, she wished she had stayed back in their camp safe with the kits, queens and the Teller. Diamond didn't want to fight anymore, didn't want to hurt anyone anymore. Why were they even here? What did the clans do to the tribes that caused them to attack them so mercilessly?
As the apprentice turned away from her deciding not to kill her she let out a breath she didn't realize she had been holding and slowly struggled to her paws keeping all her weight off her badly injured leg and began the slow and painful limp through the battle as she tried to find a way out. She cowered from time to time as battles came close to her. As she padded through the blood soaked ground passed dead and injured cats of both tribe and clan her eyes grew bigger and bigger. Is this really what their ancestors wanted? All this death? No it couldn't be it had to be wrong. As she stood there frozen from the site of all the death and injuries she felt someone slam into her and send her flying onto the ground where she thwacked her head on a rock and yay motionless as blackness swamped all her senses.
(Diamond is not dead but has been knocked unconscious on her way out of the battle by a clan cat. I don't know if there are any tribe cats out there looking for injured tribe mates but if so feel free to take her for healing or just to safety.)
The tom laid limp on the ground after his fall, sprawled out with his left eye still wide open. There was two claws that dragged down his eye, tearing into the soft flesh and through his Iris. He'd probably be better off if he'd moved away or tried to dodge, but that was always a silly thing for a cat who still believed he was invincible. Nevertheless, that same eye was dull but full of determination, not a drop of fear left behind.
His other side of his face was luckier... Well, sort of. There was another claw slice aiming for his eye, but this one had just narrowly missed. However the wound was quite deep. A plus to this side not getting ripped open was that, well, it was softly closed and didn't flitter with movement, so it'd probably be fine.
His breathing was a bit choppy, but it was there, and his heart was still pounding with adrenaline but slowly let down as it realized that hey, that cat was asleep.
His chin also had a nasty slice up to his cheek and down to his jaw, which ran over his maw and across his lips. Another facial scar was his ear, which was torn apart from a quick but savage bite.
Away from his face, and his right leg had most of the shoulder fur missing, teeth scrabbles all over it and it was hanging out of the socket. Along with this, he had fallen hard on it and snapped it to where it stuck out oddly. The fur was ripped away mostly, and blood dripped down. While he was dragged, it left a red trail behind him.
His stomach was also torn open with bites and claws, tbe flesh exposed and bleeding out rapidly. There was dirt in it, and at this point the fur that remained was a mess. It streaked the ground a dark red, like the pelt of it's source.
Redpaw, in the meantime, didn't show any signs of startling or waking up, he'd lost too much Blood and would probaly sleep for a while before even getting close to waking up. But the cat was surely alive. He was going to fight.
Post by gingersnapsdacat on Oct 19, 2018 16:49:50 GMT
Daisypetals looked around, trying to find out where he was going, when he heard his clanmate, Pebbleshade calling for Frostfall's help. Running towards him, Daisypetals saw a passed out apprentice clutched in his maw. He was scarred and battle-weary, having put up a brave fight to drive away the intruders. "Here, in the bushes. He will be safe there!" Daisypetals led his grey-coated clanmate towards the impromptu medicine den, casting occasional glances back towards the bloody apprentice. There is so much blood... The moment that Redpaw was away from the battle, Daisypetals was desperately pressing cobwebs into the wounds, soaking up blood. His eye.... Daisypetals stared down at the bloody apprentice, trying to think of what else to do. I have to stop the blood.... "Pebbleshade, get me more cobwebs! And see if you can find Frostfall." FireflakeMama @meow OOC hope its okay that Daisypetals popped in to slap on some web
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The blood red moon glared down upon the MothClan deputy as strange cats tore into the gathering. His pelt bristled in surprise, immediately ducking past Eveningblaze and into the horde of cats. He looked up to the monsters, trying to spot Mothstar but could not through the blur of pelts in front of him. Mousedung. He growled, until a large angular feline barreled into him. He rolled onto his side and chomped hard onto whatever part of the cat he could get into his mouth. He pummeled with his feel until his attacker leaped free in fear, dashing into a shrub nearby.
Meanwhile, Thunderbird had been looking all over for Hailstrike. Her soft tabby pelt brought an unusual comfort to the young warrior, but StarClan forbid she ever admit to it. She wouldn't know what to do with herself if something happened to the tough daughter of Mothstar. However, she was pretty confident the feline could care for herself. Prowling through the mass of screaming cats she'd occasionally lift a paw to bat her enemies passing by, but none had directly attacked her. Everyone seemed locked in their own combat. The hot smell of blood began to fill her nose and clung to the roof of her mouth. It almost felt suffocating. Finally, the cat she was looking for appeared in her sight, alongside Stormwatcher, and her stomach dropped.
As she made her way quickly towards the pair of she-cats, she was cut off abruptly by a tall, dark-faced tom. Blood was smeared across his cheek, but she guessed it wasn't his own. Thunderbird had never felt true fear in her life, but this is what she imagined that this was. For StarClan's sake, this cat was twice her size! He stalked towards her coldly, each pawstep ringing in her ears. She sucked in hard and moved lower to the ground, bunching her muscles in preparation. They circled each other. Time slowed. The sound of the other battling cats drowned out behind her. This was it, she'd determined, this cat was going to kill her.
Sky was looking around anxiously for his To-Be, Seed. He'd instructed the tom to stay close to him but of course, the young ones never listen. He prayed to the ancestors that they would watch over him even if he could not. It seemed this battle was going in his favor. He'd already dropped a few of these strange tribe cats, and his eyes locked onto another. She looked quite frazzled, and in a hurry. It'd be a shame if something was to slow her down. He thought to himself, amused. He could feel the blood from one of the cats he'd fought drying on his cheek. He leapt over a few cats to reach her, crouching down and blocking her path. She mimicked his motions, and they began to circle one another in a violent sort of dance, matching the others pace.
It was like lightning. Sky sprung from the ground in a single motion, Thunderbird delayed as she went to move forward, but he'd already caught her in his paws. She fell from the air and her back hit the ground, hard. The breath flew from her lungs and her eyes glazed over. Her entire body burned in pain from the impact. She wasn't sure, but she thought she could feel his paw holding down her throat. Is that why it was so hard to breath? She struggled as much as she could underneath him, but she knew it was pointless. Her snarls of protest became mewls of panic. Her vision was getting blurry as the pressure continued. She saw him raise his other paw and flinched.
"May your ancestors grant you peace." Sky hissed, feeling the cat go limp under his paw, raising the other to deliver a final blow. He brought it down quickly upon her, but was knocked off balance by another large cat, and instead swiped his claws just over the bridge of the she-cats nose. Gasping with the sudden ability to breath, Thunderbird shot up, shaking her pelt. Everything ached, and her face stung with a deep claw mark right above her nose. The blood was beginning to run into her mouth, but she didn't care. She was alive. Her gaze traveled to where the tom had rolled off her and discovered it was her father, Brackenfall, that had torn the tribe cat off of her.
Frostfall's ear twitched as the scent of blood flooded in from the other side of the medicine bush. This time, it was Daisypetals who had said her name, and, shortly after, an order to Pebbleshade to fetch more cobwebs. A bleeder. The medicine cat simply dipped her head to Cloverwing- she'd definitely check up on the she-cat again after the battle was over. The pale medicine cat then slipped to the other side of the bush, leaves rustling to indicate her arrival. "I'm here," Frostfall mewed, quickly zeroing in on the bloody apprentice. IvyClan- she didn't recognize him. The she-cat took just a moment to glance over him, before she picked up another bundle of herbs and cobwebs, placing it down next to Daisypetals.
"He has some nasty wounds- keep them covered with as many cobwebs as you need, and don't be afraid to apply pressure to his wounds. It'll help slow the bleeding until the wound can clot. When the bleeding slows, try to clean the dirt out of his scratches and trickle some horsetail and marigold juices into them," Frostfall ordered her helper calmly, setting aside a small pile of marigold and horsetail for him. Then, she stepped around Redpaw, taking in the sight of his face.
Frostfall barely kept herself from wincing as she saw the claw marks over his face, as well as the juices leaking out of his damaged left eye. "Poor guy," Frostfall murmured to herself. She picked out a few petals of celandine and a sprig of horsetail, quickly chewing up the herbs before dripping the juices into his injured eye. "That should keep his eye from getting infected for now," Frostfall mewed, before gently wrapping cobwebs over almost the entire left side of his face. It was never easy for cats to adjust to life after losing an eye- which seemed very probable for this young tom. She hoped this cat's clan mates would be there for him when he healed enough to continue his training.
Redpaw wasn't getting worse, though every now and then he would tense up, and then relax a moment later. Other then that, the ginger cat was relaxed in his dreamless, dark sleep. His maw occasionally twitched open and hung there lazily, his half of a remaining tongue sticking out every now and then (he'd bit it off as a kit, so now grooming was an issue and he shrugged sometimes. Thus, his messy pelt.)
The tom didn't exactly have the best terms with his clan at the moment, though. Most knew him as a rude, grumpy tom, who'd attacked his own mother and had no friends (besides his brother, Green paw). All Redpaw wanted was to prove to his clan, and to his mother, that he wasn't just a pile of dirt who bragged that he might be invincible, even though he'd been told many times that it was just something wrong with him. But wasn't there always something wrong with him? Maybe this right could change all those wrongs, even if it was just a little bit.
Coyote stood still and panted, his hot breath coming out in clouds in the cool night air.
”Leave us be! What did we ever do to you?” One of the apprentices had asked.
The muscular, cream colored tom chuckled, a sneer on his face.
“Truthfully, we were sent to fight at the order of Firstspeaker. I’m doing what I’m told. And one of your friends sent one of my Tribemates to his death and I will fight for him!” With a snarl, he bashed the side of Deerpaw’s face with his forepaw, enough to knock the apprentice down, and then turned to Cherrypaw.
He sprung at her and pinned her down by gripping the side of her face and holding it in the blood-stained soil beneath the cats.
“You don’t scare me,” He growled, baring his fangs and digging in his claws into her face. Then, he snatched her up by her scruff and threw her to the side.
“Think twice before trying to take on a home-guard!” He called to her, standing with his chest puffed out and tail held high.
Meanwhile, Cloverwing slumped to the ground. The long-furred she-cat winced as a poultice was applied to her wounds and was informed that Frostfall wasn’t sure if she could do anything about Clover’s badly torn ear.
“It’s alright,” She mewed, breathing heavily and flinching again as Meteorfall kept the cobwebs pressed to her daughter’s wounds. Cloverwing had hoped she would be able to get back out there and help her clanmates, but clearly not now. She inwardly sighed, trying to block out the screams and yowls she could do nothing about.
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