Deerpaw's eyes widened as the tribe tom told him he was doing this because he was told to and because one of their friends had killed a tribe mate of his. "That's a rat faced lie," he hissed angrily. "We would never attack and kill for no reason. You live far away why would we go so far to kill one cat? Use your brain it wa..." Deerpaw's sentence was cut off as the tribe cat slammed his paw into his head. He felt the claws rip through his fur barely missing his right eyes. He yowled in pain unsure if his eye had been hit or if he was just blinded by the blood. He looked at the other apprentice through his one good eye and watched as the tom attacked her next. Deerpaw struggled to his paws and hissed angrily. The she-cat wasn't from his clan but she was a clan cat fighting for the lives of all clan mates at his side Deerpaw had to protect her. As the top grabbed her to throw her Deerpaw launched himself in front of the she-cat as she was thrown to the side and caught her hoping to soften the blow of the ground. As he hit the ground with the apprentice she-cats weight on top of him his breath was driving out of him. "You ok," Deerpaw coughed.
(Deerpaws face has been slashed leaving three large deep cuts one claw skimmed his eye whether blinding him permanently or temporarily it is unknown as of yet.)
BEARSTAR _________________________________ The sounds of battle roared in the leader's ears. How dare they. The rogues she could almost excuse all those moons ago, ignorant as they were and carrying children with them, but the tribe... They clearly had similar rules of their own to the clans, with a system of ranks, although their leader remained out of it. Perhaps they were weaker than she thought, but the threat they posed now was very real, and she summoned up all the protective rage in her heart determined to chase them off with a body count of their own.
A high-pitched meow drew her attention to the left, and she leapt upon the strange narrow cat covering up whoever it was that had called for help, dragging both of them to the ground. The mostly-white tortoiseshell stood with a sharp hiss, raking a claw across Bearstar's forelegs. Rolling to her paws with a grimace, she glanced at the warrior she'd unpinned, "Dustfur! Go find a medicine cat, you're in no shape to fight anymore." It was true, the black tom's long fur hung ragged and loose on his body, wet with blood and broken up by fresh wounds. With a staggered nod, he disappeared into the throng as Bearstar squared off against the tribe cat known as Frost Creeping Over the Ground.
In a split second, the two she-cats launched themselves at each other, meeting claw for claw as both tried to give the other some wounds worth worrying about. However, the MistClan leader finally landed a lucky, if underhanded, blow on the other's belly by swiping suddenly low. With a gasp, the preyhunter crouched low, glaring fearfully at the leader. Bearstar hesitated only a moment, her mind arguing about the code but her heart set on exacting punishment for these interlopers, before diving her jaws forward into the narrow neck of the enemy she-cat. Frost scrabbled at the brown clan cat, her claws leaving numerous little nicks in her shoulders and chest, but eventually fell limp with a gurgling mewl.
Bearstar loosened her grip, licking her teeth as she looked at the fallen cat. This wasn't the first death of the night, and it wouldn't be the last, she was sure of that.
SMALL STREAM BETWEEN THE STONES
"Mom!" the young home-guard-in-training stared agape in the midst of war at what he'd just seem. A clan cat stood over his mother's body, removing her teeth from her neck slowly. My... my mother, Stone froze to the spot, feeling frozen and nauseous and completely dumbfounded. How could this happen? It didn't have to have happened! "I..." Stone's jaw hung open in shock, his legs locked in position until another pair of fighting cats barreled into him, knocking him over winded onto his side. Blinking, he scrambled to his paws, dark blue eyes focused on just one cat. Moving with a burst of speed unexpected from such a short cat, he closed in on the brown she-cat with the help of surprise, leaping on her back and clinging to it as he tried to get his jaws in the right place.
Sensing how small he was, the other cat tried to roll on top of him, but she couldn't have known that he was used to this. His siblings pulled this on him all the time when they played because he was too short to reach around or get them off of him. For once, it was advantageous. "You killed her," his voice shook as he caught sight of his foe's burning coppery-orange eyes. "You killed her!" Stone's voice cracked but he had finally found the right place to aim, digging his teeth into the back of the brown cat's neck. She tried to kick him off, but too late. She fell unceremoniously, and the to-be stepped off with grunt before turning to the corpse of Frost. "Mom..." he sniffed, nuzzling his face into her shoulder. She was already barely warm at all anymore. However, behind him, something he could never have expected was happening.
Her death there had been... not from the sort of cat she'd expected, to put it one way. She admired him, to a degree. There were few cats built the way he was in the forest, and he fought with ferocity. With a sigh, she peered down at the young tom and the cat she had killed. We've lost family members too tonight, she reminded herself. They had been the ones to start this mess- Mudjaw's story was that the other cat's death was an accident, and having seen the body herself in the river she could attest that he had no wounds. "I have to go back," she turned to the starry cats around her. A pale grey and white warrior, the former MistClan warrior Shrikeheart, nodded with a weak smile.
"That you do," he murmured, brushing her side with his starry tail.
Her eyes flickered open, her muscles aching but ready to go on. "Get out of here, I have bigger threats than you," she warned the small cat who sat dumbfounded before her. He backed away, running off into the bushes. Confused but somewhat thankful for one less combatant involved, she returned to the fray.
(Frost Creeping Over the Ground has died; Bearstar has lost a life)
Cherrypaw tumbled off to the side, her face bloodied to the point where she could hardly see. It pulsed with warmth and the wetness of blood, but adrenaline still held onto her tightly; it was probably one of the only things keeping her conscious right now. She tried to get to her feet, but staggered down. Cherrypaw still felt full of life mentally, but her body needed rest. She remained crouched, blinking rapidly as she tried to regain her vision. All she could see was splotches of flesh tones and blurry images of cats that seemed much farther away. The Mothclan apprentice heard the familiar voice of the other apprentice and looked towards his general direction.
"I've never been better," she grinned before closing her mouth when she recognized that familiar metallic taste that was leaking down from her eye and the bridge of her nose. 'Tis just a flesh wound. Despite all of the destruction and chaos, Cherrypaw did her best to remain high spirited. The clans were much stronger than the tribe-cats thought, and she felt confident that this surprise battle would end in their defeat.
( Cherrypaw has injuries all over her face and she's a bit tired from fighting, lol. She'll definitely have scars but will retain the ability to see. ) GnawingOnIce
Slamming into some random tribe cat, Eagle gave a loud hiss. How dare she, she call me that! The threats got to his head, and rage burned within him. Clan cats all around were falling back and becoming injured and for some, the joined with the stars above. The elder tom took the swipe to the face, before returning his own fire, sending a double swipe at the brown, lanky cat before him. "You heathens will be slaughtered by us! IVYCLAN WILL PREVAIL!" He yowled, baring his cracked and yellowed teeth. "How about you heathens beat it?!"
(( Tagging: Cosima )) [Eagle attacks Sparrow back] -------------------------------------------------------------------- Song of Bird + Swanfur The two she-cats continued to swap bites and claw marks. It didn't seem to the two didn't want to light up from their intense heat of a fight, fur flying, claws swinging. Thier voices became a screeching mess of chorus, the sharp and angry hisses and growls mixing to make the moon just dance the ground red in it's new light. Swanfur took a sharp kick to her stomach, Song taking a bite from the other. Their blood mixed together, almost adding to the mess of the other cats. It was Swanfur who decided to break away, her stomach red from blood. Song had gotten a back claw to Swan's belly, giving her a major wound, blood seeping from the wound. "S-Sable.." Swan whimpered, her eyes watering from the pain. Song on the other hand, quickly decided to retreat, the scent of blood around her making her feel sick. She had to get way. She gave a cry of retreat, scampering away from the scene. "T-Talon I can't do this! This fighting is wrong!" She cried, rushing away into the bushes. [Swan is injured, Song of Bird flees from the fight] Meowmewmehh ----------------------------------------- Ringtail + Wingpaw
The cream father and son duo stuck to each other like glue, the older cream colored tom protecting his song. The under-trained apprentice, Wingpaw, didn't know what to do, he didn't know how to fight. He didn't know what to do. His father was trying his best, having taking the younger tom under his frame to try nd protect his son. It was hopeless, it was useless. The two toms were vulnerable. The older tom, Ring, was easily distracted from behind, staying focused on his enemies in front of him. The younger tom, Wing, cowardly hid under his father, letting out a mewl, a scared mewl. He wanted his mother. He wanted his sisters. He wanted this all to end. "P-Please someone help us! I w-wanna go home!!" The apprentice cried, tucking his tail closer to his body, appearing more like a kit. "Please Starclan, let us live! Let this end! I wanna go home!!" Ringtail gave a snarl to his son, "Wingpaw, hush now! I will end soon, just in there, we're trying our best!!" The father was worried. Would they both be able to get home to Cherryheart? Ringtail thought it best to try and bond with his son once again by bringing him to the gathering, but clearly Starclan had other plans. [RINGTAIL AND WINGPAW ARE OPEN FOR SERIOUS INJURIES, POSSIBLY DEATH. I'd rather the latter, serious injuries!] ------------ Dogdusk
Dogdusk took a slamming from the tribe cat, a home-guard, falling back against her hunches. She never thought they'd be strong. The dog-like cat gave a growl and chased after the home-guard, snapping her jaws like that of a dog. Very unlike the fighting style she had been taught. She had added her own quirk to her fighting style, her green eyes blazing like a one of the familiars of a Twoleg. "Bug off, fleabag!" She snarled, snapping her jaws again at the tribe cat, who only seemed confused by the other cat. What the hell were they? The home-guard, though, didn't back down, slamming into Dogdusk and pinning her to the ground, soon sinking his teeth into her shoulder. She gave a scream, using her back legs to try and kick him off, but to no success. She was smaller than he was and he was just too heavy. "S-SOMEBODY! P-PLEASE HELP ME!" She cried, lashing her tail and folding her ears back, has the cat brutally ripped a large patch of fur out of pelt. The bite mark was the worst, thanks to the other cat's jagged teeth, having shredded the area. [Go ahead and save her, or join in and injury her some more.] ----------------------------- Honeydrop
Back at home, Honey continued to work around the clock, having had some very sleepless nights. Her punishment from her outburst some moons ago had made her become a working zombie, gathering moss and nesting materials for nests and fetching food and water for those that needed to it. Her duties never ended, from cleaning to patrols. It never ceased. Until Moth's final word or his last breath, she would never stop, or risk being banished from her clan. [Finally mentioned a tired Honey, whose at home.] ------------------------------- Firstspeaker + Rain That Never Falls
"WHY DIDN'T YOU LET ME GO?!" Hissed Rain at her father, whom only calmly looked at her. "CLEARLY YOU'RE A BIG IDIOT STREAM SAYS YOU ARE." The young tribe kit puffed out against her father. Her rebellion against her father now started, since having listened in on Stream's argument against her own father, she seemed to connect a few things. Yes, rules were meant to be followed, but they were also meant to broken. Firstspeaker only stared at his daughter, an exact copy of himself. How dare she? Where did this sudden spark come from? "Rain, you know how I feel of letting my kin go-" He was interrupted by the young female. "I WANT my TRAINING,NOW! ALL THE TO-BES GOT THEIRS.WAS OURS?! IF YOU WANT EVERYONE TO GO, I WANT TO GO." The young she-cat continued to stay puffedout, her father letting out a disgruntled sigh. His words had bitten him in the butt. Via his own daughter. "Maybe Stream is right, you're no good against those other cats!"With a gentle thwack, Firstspeaker bopped Rain on the head. "Clearly you need to go to time-out, young lady." And with that he take her to time-out because he clearly doesn't need a another 'Stream' to argue with him. [Firstspeaker deals with enraged Rain at home, lmao. Stream be proud of her.]
Mothstar was in his element. The unrelenting chaos of battle was where he thrived. Moons of time seemed to have been taken off him as the large, hairy warrior danced throughout the battlefield - fending off any enemy that tried to take him down. He was a formidable opponent, but still challengers continued to approach him.
Fur drenched in blood and sweat, Mothstar delivered the final blow to a lilac coloured tribe cat - snapping his jaws closed around her throat and tightening his grip with his jaws before, finally, allow her lifeless body to drop to the floor. One more enemy out of the way, Mothstar leapt up onto one of the dead monsters that lay scattered about the gathering. From this high point, he watched the fight below while, simultaneously, watching for any approaching challengers.
Below, he could see his son, Bristleblaze, aiding Moorwhisker of IvyClan as they fended off a tribe cat from an injured Rowan. The MothClan warrior would survive - his injuries were limited to some nasty looking claw marks on his side. They'd make it difficult for him to continue fighting in this battle, but Rowanfrost would survive.
A common enemy was a beautiful thing. It had brought the three clans together, and he could see other examples of cats that were usually enemies aiding each other elsewhere. For a second, Mothstar watched Littledash detach himself from the side of his brother to leap over and defend Milkeyes's rear while the blind cat's own brother - Rookheart - shouted out where enemies were. Perhaps they shouldn't have brought a blind cat to a fight, but he supposed it seemed to be working out.
Some cats weren't quite so fortunate, though. Some distance away, Mothstar watched a black and white tribe cat with piercing green eyes strike down Slateface of MistClan before leaping forwards to attack Tigertooth. Behind them, Silvertongue watched. Mothstar's closest advisor did not join in, though, and his attention quickly flicked elsewhere.
Following his friend's gaze, he saw what was happening. Owlstar seemed to be facing up to some kind of formidable beast of an enemy. StarClan, that cat was huge. Not wanting to leave his fellow leader to fight that foe alone, the warrior leapt down from his high spot and directly to her side, hissing at the enemy as his ears flattened against his skull.
He didn't say a word to Owlstar - simply glancing at her to ensure that she was still there before returning his line of sight to the stranger and lashing out with his claws.
IvyClan: Blackheart, Cricketjump, Kinktail, Milkeyes, Rookheart, Raccoonmask, Moorwhisker, Honeychase MistClan: Twoface, Goldenmane, Rottentooth, Stagleap MothClan: Silvertongue, Sheepfur, Littledash, Rowanfrost, Bristleblaze, Fallowflight, Palepaw, Tinykit The Tribe: Night That Passes Slowly, Fox That Screams in Wind, Owl Hidden in Mist Other: Tormund, Whiskey, Pierre
Coyote still stood with his tail high before lowering it and lashing it back and forth.
“Have you had enough?” He growled to the apprentices, baring his teeth. Coyote never thought of himself as one that would kill, and he would try his best to keep himself from coming to that point.
Despite how aggressive the tom was acting right now, he didn’t want to kill these to-be’s. But he would defend himself and kill if he must.
He staggered, his legs giving away as a much heavier weight brought itself upon him. He twisted his head around to see who had attacked him, his green eyes wide, and for the first time they showed fear.
Dogear had attacked him, his weight enough to bring down the cat under him. Dogear was the same as these cats that were attacking the Clans; he had the same angular face and tall form. But he was not one of them.
“How dare you hurt these apprentices!” He had snarled before dragging his claws through Coyote’s pelt.
Coyote yowled and struck back at Dogear, snagging one of his claws under the older tom’s lip, cutting through and leaving a noticeably missing chunk of flesh.
Cedarleap ducked in and out of the battlefield, racing around on her stubby legs with herbs in her maw. She was short, so it was easy to duck under the tribe cats without them noticing her. She spotted two apprentices, Cherrypaw and Deerpaw, leaning against each other. Their faces both looked badly beaten up.
Cedar bounded to them, skidding to a halt behind them. “Come with me!” She shouted, her call muffled by the herbs.
Buckleap tore away from an opponent, narrowly escaping her teeth in his neck, and sent a hard kick her way as he fled. Blood had welled up around the top of his ear, everything ached, and one of his paw-pads left a trail of blood where he walked, but it could have been a lot worse. The tom whipped around at a she-cat's call for help and launched himself toward her, landing right in front of the sparring cats. He didn't recognize Dogdusk or the tribe cat the younger warrior was battling but it didn't matter. Without hesitation, he dug his teeth into the tribe cat's hind leg. Fur filled his mouth, tainted by a little blood, and he knew he had a good grip. Buckleap gritted his teeth, digging them deeper, and pulled back as hard as he could.
Summary: Buckleap tries to yank the tribe cat away from Dogdusk. Ringtail
Pebbleshade of MistClan
Pebbleshade flicked an ear worriedly when Daisypetals answered him instead of any of the medicine cats. Has something happened to them? Does this cat know what he was doing? In the urgency of battle, offered refuge for the poor tom he dragged along, Pebbleshade didn't waste time with questions. His stomach flipped at the sight of Redpaw but he couldn't look away. Nothing he'd seen before this blood-drenched night could compare. Nothing. The warrior could only tear his stare away when Dasiypetals gave him a task. This was the strong voice he'd been waiting for. The heap of fur and bones and blood was still breathing and he needed help.
A deep inhale brought the scents of blood and fear but Pebbleshade had adjusted to them by now. He dashed out of the makeshift medicine cat's den. Frostfall's voice fell on his tufted ears, bringing a temporary relief before a prickle of guilt tensed his muscles again. He needed to be moving! Pebbleshade's wide eyes caught onto a web-covered stick by the side of the main battle. Skirting around the maze of claws, he followed the edge. He wanted to stand ferociously on his hind paws and plow through the tribe cats until they fled, as he could see some of the other clan cats attempting, but Pebbleshade knew that wasn't his strength. A few other clan cats he could usually handle, but this was a full-scale battle and experience was not on his side. Pebbleshade couldn't force them back. The best he could manage now was damage control. Yes, it was important that the tribe cats left the clans alone, but it was more important that there were still clan cats left when the tribe did go.
His teeth closed on the stick. He looked up in dismay as he felt a cat's weight land on him and quickly lift again. Looking around in confusion, Pebbleshade saw a surprised young tribe tom on the ground. Oh, thought the warrior, my best battle move is tripping them over. The prey-hunter struggled to stand with unsheathed claws. He only managed a small swipe at Pebbleshade's face before the twig had clattered to the ground and the grey warrior was batting him heavily. Pebbleshade was prepared this time. He didn't realize it, but he was returning the attack this cat's tribemate had given him earlier. His young enemy was easily defeated, cowering on the ground, and Pebbleshade had neither enough time nor enough hatred to slaughter him. He scooped up the broken half of the stick with the most webs clinging to it and hurried away.
Elsewhere, he could see Ringtail with Wingpaw. The apprentice was in better condition than he had been when Pebbleshade found him falling in and out of consciousness near camp, but he still didn't seem well. Pebbleshade wished he could stop to help, but it was too far off of his path. Beside, he was sure Ringtail could protect them. Almost sure. Hopeful, at least. As he passed, the warrior caught sight of Owlstar and Mothstar fighting. Not each other, because they were all just clan cats here tonight, but some tribe cats. He knew he didn't have time to stop and watch and he didn't have the strength to do anything but get in the way. He had to keep moving. Pebbleshade dropped the stick once he'd pushed into the bush and swayed, dizzy and nauseated by this seemingly endless battle. Things had to let up soon. This had to end at some point. He stood up straighter despite the weight of the world trying to force him down. The clans would feel the impact of this attack for moons to come, but he couldn't worry about that now. For now he just had to help lessen the deaths. "Do you still need cobwebs?" he asked, somewhat comforted by the solid tone in his own voice.
Summary: Pebbleshade goes to get cobwebs for Redpaw, sees a bunch of fights, briefly fights a young tribe cat and brings the cobwebs back. He also feels a bit like he sucks because fighting isn't his forte. MeowgingersnapsdacatMama
Deerpaw brought his paw up and wiped the back of it over his one eye trying to wipe the blood away before trying to force his eye open. But it was completely swollen shut causing him to hiss in anger. How was he going to protect anyone with only one eyes? On the up side at least he had managed to protect the she-cat from further injury when she was thrown. He was glad to see her in such high spirits considering her face probably looked the same as his own if not worse. He turned to face the tribe cat as he asked if they were ready to give up.... was he? There was no way he could do much without being able to see through both eyes. But then out of no where another cat shot out of the battle that raged on around them and attacked the tribe tom. He hissed in pleasure as he saw the fear in the tribe cats eyes. He didn't know who any of these cats where or what clans they came from, but he knew they weren't from his clan but together they would win this battle. The clan warrior gave him hope. Using his one good eye he snuck around behind the tribe tom and watched his tail flicking from side to side for a moment before leaping and trying to catch it in his mouth. If he did he would clamp down with all the pressure he could.
Fawnpaw staggered out of the battle covered in several minor cuts. She had been attacked by an apprentice but they had quickly got distracted giving Fawnpaw her chance to run. She ran straight for the bush's to one side hoping to flee. But she felt a paw hook one of her back legs and trip her up.
(Fawnpaw was fleeing when an unknown tribe cat attacks her from behind. Feel free to throw your cat in if you want to be the cat who did this to her. Serious injuries are ok but not dead.)
Post by gingersnapsdacat on Oct 22, 2018 13:04:37 GMT
Daisypetals breathed a sigh of sweet relief as he saw the snow-pelted medicine cat nearing him. She will know what to do... At Frostfal's order, the fluffy tom diligently pressed down on the IvyClan apprentice, silently urging the blood to stay put long enough for him to squeeze in the healing juices. He would not let this apprentice die on his watch! The blood was slowing, but he still continued to press down in fear that it was not enough. No, I have to clean the scratches or else there is no point! Getting down on the level of the passed out apprentice, Daisypetals licked away the dirt and excess blood, surprised to see that some of the bleeding had already ceased. Tiny specks of dirt and pine needles were dutifully cleaned away from his wounds, until Daisypetals could see everything clearly. "Do you still need more cobwebs?" Daisypetals glanced up, seeing Pebbleshade's return. "Yes, I am sure all of the injured will need more. In the meantime...Can you help anyone else get over here? Or to the other medicine cats." Daisypetals chewed his pile of leaves, squeezing the juices over Redpaw's cuts, and covering them back up with webbing.
"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....."
Pain tore through Briardawn's body, blood covering her tabby coat from gashes and bites. Her paws and faces had become slick as well, parts of her fur nearly black in appearance. She pinned one of the smaller tribe cats under her, claws dug into the base of the gray she cat's neck and shaking furiously at her scruff with her mouths clamped down hard.
After what seemed to be a lifetime, a form thudded into her body as another prey hunter saved the to-be from the mutant's rage. She forced herself off her side as she felt the tom's claws rake across her belly, snarling in her terrible two toned snarl as she lunged,"You're going to remember my face and shudder!" A strange battle cry, but it was what escaped from her throat and erupted into the sounds of battle.
Her bulky body slammed into the prey hunter, focusing on the new tom now. She barely noticed the to be crawl away, to relative safety. Her body was beginning to scream with fatigue, she had never fought this long and hard. Her lungs burned, tendons and limbs begging to collapse and let the battle fade to white noise. But she continued on, the rage only growing in her as she knocked the taller cat onto his back to tear at his white mottled underbelly.
((Any tribe cats can join in if you wanna save that poor NPC from Briardawn))
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