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Post by Fawn on Feb 7, 2013 17:43:00 GMT -5
Cherrypool of LightningClan (Cherrypool vs Silentcloud)
“Yes an accident so your clanmates don’t know that you begged me to end your pitiful excuse for a life you horror!”
"Oh you're going to have to do better than that, filth. I've heard them all - and guess what? I'm still here!" It was true. Cherrypool had heard every insult under the sun, every whisper, every dark mutter, every hated, fearful glance her way whenever she stepped onto the scene. If this StoneClan wretch was going for originality, she was falling faster than a crippled bird. When Silentcloud charged her, Cherrypool's muscles tensed and rippled beneath alabaster pelt, ivory claws scratching the surface of the Sun Stones as she braced for impact. The enemy cat came so close Cherrypool could have counted all the whiskers on the other she-cat's face, but there wasn't time for something so pointless - not when Silentcloud had slammed into Cherrypool's shoulder with the force of a much stronger cat. Grunting from the collision, Cherrypool allowed the battle move to connect, and sank her claws and teeth into whatever warm flesh she could find, wasting no time with petty blows and weak attempts at striking each other.
If they were going to fight, then it was going to be a fight worth remembering. Though the albino feline felt as though her shoulder had been jarred all the way to the join, her thoughts hardly lingered on such an unimportant thing, her nostrils flaring, jaws stretched in a snarl as tufts of fur - both silver and white - were tossed up into the air as they ripped into each other. Somehow, in the midst of the bloodying and the battle screams, Cherrypool was conscious of a small dark shape speeding back towards the StoneClan border, fleeing the scene of the battle with the triumphant Nightpaw left in his wake. Cherrypool did not know the name of the little tom who had run away, and with an inward sneer, realized it wouldn't have mattered anyway.
He was a coward, and the names of cowards did not deserve to be remembered.
Had Cherrypool seen just who Whiteshade was fighting, she might've been almost concerned for Berrysong, before those stinging, hateful words would float back to her, and Cherrypool would turn a blind eye to the bloodlust and the precision with which her brother 'hunted'. No, he did not fight, he hunted, a true predator both in the forest and upon the battlefield, and if you were not a LightningClan cat, then you just weren't safe.
OOC: I can change this post if need be, I just wanted them to be one of the particularly...xD enthusiastic battles. lol.
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Post by Insidious on Feb 7, 2013 18:09:39 GMT -5
Frozenrain of StoneClan [Frozenrain vs. Burningleaf.]
Shortly after the gray-white tabby's body collided with Burningleaf's own, a stinging pierce enveloped the muscles in her shoulder blade. Frozenrain momentarily bit down on her tongue, enduring the pain as she lashed forward in a savage attempt to inflict harm upon the LightningClan cat. The fur on Burningleaf's back was tainting the inner depths of her mouth, attempting to click her jaws shut with a force that would hopefully send him cowering back to his camp in defeat. However, Burningleaf was quick to counter with a nip of his own jaws – successfully landing his attack in an area that Frozenrain truly wished could have remained unharmed in this battle. The shoulder he had collided with a moment earlier.
Normally, this particular body part wouldn't have been worrisome for the opponent to clamp down upon. However, it was made clear that Frozenrain should have been somewhat... concerned when her shoulder ached with an unusual sting after Burningleaf's body had rammed into it. Now, with the Senior Warrior's jaws interlocked upon the already injured shoulder, the she-cat's ears perked in alarm as a yowl of distaste emitted from her mouth, paws scrambling to pull away from the tom-cat's grasp.
The sharp, almost unbearable sting in her shoulder was increasing each moment the older tom kept his jaws locked. Right now, she wasn't bothering herself with attempting to scratch his facial region – clearly being in striking distance with the way Burningleaf was attached to her shoulder by the jaw. Her only thought was toward creating some space between them so the pain could begin to subside if it was in fact minor enough to do such a thing.
Emberflight of LightningClan [Emberflight vs. Fallenleaf.]
The StoneClan she-cat had been smart to launch herself forward instead of propelling backward. If she had motioned backward, he would have easily made a nice den-lining out of her pelt. Emberflight wasn't necessarily surprised she had make a quick decision that so happened to be accurate, more so, unusually shocked. Perhaps, he had underestimated the feline due to the clan she offered her loyalties to. Regardless, he didn't allow this thought to distract him from the spar at paw.
Fallenleaf was able to find a temporary position beneath the large, LightningClan tom: her claws meant to scrape the underside of his body. His eyes fluttered toward the ground in momentary surprise, leaping upward to create some distance between the duo and minimize the damage she could deal. Once she was no longer beneath him, the mild stinging began to be felt. A mild snort of distaste was released from the tom-cat's ebony nose, his gaze averting toward the blood trickling injury in the same moment Fallenleaf lashed forward once again.
Emberflight returned his attention to Fallenleaf in the nick of time, a snarl erupting from his jaws upon realizing the she-cat was targeting his neck. It was becoming increasingly apparent that Fallenleaf had the sharpness of mind and swiftness of footwork on her side, but Emberflight remained in control of strength. Now was as good a time as any to use his power to his advantage. As Fallenleaf leaped forward, her body angled toward Emberflight; instead of dodging, the tom-cat raised a heavy paw from the terrain and swat it forward. His extended claws were aimed to slash across the side of the she-cat's face, emphasizing the force behind this motioning of his paws in hopes of swatting her to the sidelines like a bothersome fly.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2013 9:48:29 GMT -5
. : burningleaf . of . lightningclan : . . : burningleaf . vs . frozenrain : . Teeth sank deep into fur, producing amounts of blood on both ends. Burningleaf fought back the pain as Frozenrain's teeth dug deep, and instead clamped his mouth down upon her shoulder. A sick pleasure shot through him at Frozenrain's yowl, the action causing her to release his fur.
Frozenrain attempted to move away, but Burningleaf was determined to do as much damage as possible. He set his jaw, keeping a death grip on the she-cat's shoulder. As she tried to pull away, the lean tom pulled back, as though trying to rip the flesh off her body. Hindpaws digging into the ground for support, Burningleaf used his forelegs to push his upper body back, thus tugging on his opponent's shoulder. It wasn't pretty, but if it worked to inflict pain, then it didn't need to be.
Blood tricking down his back, teeth locked to his opponent, using improvised battle moves, it would seem the tom had a passion for blood running through his veins. But Burningleaf's golden gaze was empty, almost dead. Not much these days made him feel much, not since he lost the only cat that mattered to him. But still, he survived, and here he was, fighting for LightningClan as though he actually cared, and that was all that mattered. Surviving.
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INVENTORY
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Post by BlooRey DVD on Feb 15, 2013 13:28:20 GMT -5
Nightpaw of LightningClan
Versus Umberpaw - Complete ~~~~~~~~ The black and white apprentice landed his mark, claws hooking into the fur on the older apprentice's back. His eyes were alight with something otherworldly. All it would take was a well timed bite, or a well placed claw through the thick fur of his opponent, and he would drop like a pathetic rabbit. There was only one little problem, however. This apprentice was much larger than a rabbit. Nightpaw certainly did not expect the other tom to simply take off, Nightpaw still clinging to his back. He lunged forward, nipping at him with sharp teeth, hoping to deal a little extra damage. He, however, was not about to be carried all the way back to StoneClan camp to be faced with the entirety of StoneClan, save for a few cats. He was aware of who the deputy was. He'd rather not face him. At least not today.
His muscles bunched as he prepared to leap. He had to time this right. With one calculated shove, the smaller apprentice launched himself into the air, landing on all four paws with a soft sound. He spat, disgusted, in the direction of the fleeing apprentice, before turning himself back to the area the battle was taking place in. He moved quickly, eager to return to the action. What was he to do now, however. His opponent had fled. Perhaps he would be invited to fight alongside one of his Clanmates. Fallenleaf of StoneClan Versus Emberflight ~~~~~~~~ She should have seen it coming. She was normally quite good at foreseeing attacks, but she had let the battle get the best of her. She only managed to tilt her head up slightly, avoiding any damage to her eyes, before claws sliced across her cheek, The force behind the blow threw her off balance, launching her off trajectory. She hit the ground with an audible thud, rolling a few tail lengths before she forced herself to her paws. She spat, expelling the taste of blood from her mouth. Her left cheek burned with pain, but she ignored it, her tail lashing. She was low, in a very much defensive position. She kept her distance, stalking a circle around him slightly, surveying him. "Well played." Those two words were offered, but their tone was flat, no hint of admiration. Only a frigid tone could be heard.
She took only a moment to herself before springing forward once more. This time, she was angled in such a way that he would have to move a lot more to be able to strike her like that again. Her claws her outstretched, lips peeled back in a snarl. Her goal was to land just short of him and strike out with extended claws, before leaping back and out of the way of any retaliation he might have.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2013 16:15:26 GMT -5
As Silentcloud landed the first strike against her opponent via slamming all her weight into her, she felt a quick counter strike from sharp teeth and claws on her skin. A little blood was drawn but she had avoided the full extent of the counter attack by being quick on her feet. It seemed her strike hadn’t been useless though, she had landed a hard blunt strike onto Cherrypool’s shoulder and it seemed to now be giving her a bit of trouble. She watched as the other warrior seemed to focus in on another battle, more so a stoneclan cat fleeing, and she used the opportunity to land as many heavy strikes as she could right on the demon’s injured joint. After which she would launch at her again attempting to take her to the ground so they could roll into a ball of furry, kicking and hissing across the battlefield setting an example for all others to see of how a true fight was to be had.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2013 15:56:29 GMT -5
BERRYSONG
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Post by Phoenix on Feb 23, 2013 23:04:49 GMT -5
WHITESHADE LightningClan || Senior Warrior || Hunting Berrysong | A grin flickered across his lips as his blow hit its mark, forcing the she-cat to stumble and fall to the side. He had not expected any different, of course, but it was always gratifying to see one's plans work just as they were supposed to. With a swift, fluid motion, the alabaster tom lunged forward in a follow-up attack, easily pinning the she-cat. Paws were placed deliberately to restrict her movement, ensuring that he could talk and play as long as he wanted and all she could do was lay there. "Shhh," He soothed her mockingly, murmuring absently. "Hush and you will survive." For the time being, he restrained his impulses, knowing all to well that should he let the monster have free reign, the game would end far too soon. Unsheathed claws, hooked and deadly, rested delicately on the warm flesh beneath them, and he raised a forepaw to her exposed neck in a silent threat. Lips curled upward, and red eyes darkened as they gazed coolly down at the she-cat.
"You are very rude," He commented idly, with the disappointed tone of a mother chiding her kit for something it should know not to do. "Particularly for a feline so vulnerable. But is it out of ignorance that you let your tongue have such free reign? Perhaps you do not realize just how weak the feline body is." His voice was low as he spoke, inventing excuses for her insulting words from earlier out of nothing more than amusement. It was always good to remind others of their misdemeanors, particularly when they thought that they would manage to escape unscathed. "I am a generous cat, however, and I think it would be prudent to remedy your situation. Knowledge is power, after all."
Shifting his weight, he removed his hooked weapons from the neck of the she-cat beneath him, instead choosing to run them gently across her gut, barely touching the fur. "If I apply enough pressure here--" He pressed down more, relishing the feel of flesh beneath his claws. But he did not break the skin yet. That would come later; for now, he was simply enjoying the game, the sheer exhilaration that such power over a fellow predator gave him. "--And rip back--" He made the motion with his claws, dragging them back toward his body. "--Your organs will be exposed. Painful and messy, but ultimately fatal." It was a beautiful death, though, and he believed that it did not receive nearly as much praise as it deserved. Such a foul creature like herself, however, was unworthy of such an honor.
The red-eyed demon removed his paw, shortly replacing it on her side. Lowering his jaws close to her ear, he explained calmly, "A gash to the side will, in most cases, have the same effect as a gut wound. The end result is the same, of course: a slow death. You will get to see the vultures circling far above." He grinned, returning his paw to its original place, resting it gently on her neck. "A simple slice here is just as effective, though infinitely faster and less painful. You will bleed out or suffocate on your own blood; I believe it is, perhaps, a mixture of both. But I apologize. All we have discussed is your vulnerability to a single blow. Multiple attacks, of course, will each take their toll. And there is only so much a body can handle." He wanted to test her limits, to let his monster have the complete control for which it yearned, constantly straining within the confines of his mind. And it was so close, too, so incredibly close to the surface. It would be so easy, so simple...
But he could not carve up the she-cat beneath him, not while there were others around them. And there were others, he suddenly remembered, abruptly acknowledging the sounds of a ferocious battle that began to overwhelm his senses. The scent of blood was so strong he could almost taste it, and with eyes fluttering shut for the briefest moment, he inhaled deeply, breathing in all that he could. As he exhaled, ears flicked at the cries and hisses. Red eyes, darkened with a bloodlust nearly too powerful for him to control, remained locked on their prey. Without warning, hooked claws dug into her throat, cutting deep. Crimson spilled out over his paw, staining it a bright red as he watched, transfixed by the sight. With the curiousity of a kit prodding a warrior just to see what would happen, he twisted his paw once, twice, before removing it completely from the wound. "Beautiful."
OOC: I figured that this would be as good a time as any to have him deal the final blow. I suppose there's a little godmodding going on here with the fact that he could do all of that without being attacked, but... If you want me to change anything, let me know and I will.
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Post by Fawn on Feb 26, 2013 16:22:12 GMT -5
Cherrypool of LightningClan (Cherrypool vs Silentcloud)
Cherrypool rolled with the sudden lunge Silentcloud made in her direction, managing to get under the she-cat and push up with her sturdy back feet, intending to send the StoneClan warrior flying despite the sharp, jarring twinge of her shoulder. Somewhere in the back of the alabaster devil's mind, she had been conscious of the possibility – of the likelihood that lives would be lost at this bloody battle of Sun Stones, and though there was a part of Cherrypool that would rather eat glass than admit it, the probability that it would be Whiteshade's doing was staggeringly high.
Her suspicions came true, however, as, in the midst of her intense fight with Silentcloud, Cherrypool caught a glimpse of the bleeding body of Berrysong – the obnoxious she-cat who had spoken so rudely to her at the start of this bloody engagement. Cherrypool felt a sharp sting at the back of her heart. Had Whiteshade killed her because she had mocked them? No.... One glimpse at the look of rapture on her snow-white twin's countenance told her otherwise.
Whether Berrysong had insulted either one of them, the StoneClan cat's death had been imminent from the moment she chose Whiteshade as an opponent.
This brought neither remorse nor pangs of sympathy for Berrysong, the sight of her brother standing over the dead she-cat's body, and nor would such feelings come up when Cherrypool truly had time to reflect on the situation. Whiteshade was going to do what Whiteshade wanted to do – and that meant spill a little more blood than everyone else, and cover up his monstrous urges well. With two StoneClan cats either dead or fleeing, the tide of the battle turned heavily in LightningClan's favor, Cherrypool's voice bursting out of her chest in a loud, thundering call of victory.
If StoneClan still wanted to fight – perhaps to avenge their dead Clanmate – then they certainly could, but as the blood dripped out of numerous scratches on the she-cat's body, her own claws and muzzle splashed with red on stark white fur, it became apparent that this battle had easily gone to LightningClan.
OOC: Let's get this battle wrapped up, guys! Whoever's in charge of SC's patrol may want to retreat now, lol.
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Post by Insidious on Feb 26, 2013 18:08:35 GMT -5
F R O Z E N R A I N – S T O N E C L A N Frozenrain vs. BurningleafHer attempts at escape were futile. Each tug in her own direction resulted in one of equal aggression from Burningleaf, the tom-cat unwilling to release his vicious grip around Frozenrain's crimson-red shoulder. The gray-white tabby bit down on her tongue, refusing to gift the LightningClan warrior with the satisfaction of knowing her pain was intensifying. As he pulled backward, Frozenrain forced her limbs to follow his movement – she despised being treated like a puppet, especially in battle. Despite what displeased her, her options were clear: pull in the opposite direction and likely imply even greater damage to her already throbbing wound. Or, allow Burningleaf to tug her in whichever direction he pleased; so long as her shoulder wasn't being given more pressure than absolutely necessary.
The pain was beginning to consume her. Frozenrain's baby blue eyes were alight with an unusual spite. Perhaps, it was adrenaline that momentarily caused the agony to depart from her mindset. Regardless of the reasoning, Frozenrain was overjoyed that the rush had finally arrived. She certainly required the extra boost of strength if she desired to get Burningleaf off of her.
Frozenrain raised her front limb; the one not currently occupied by Burningleaf's teeth. With a swiftness that could only be expected to accompany her lithe body type, she struck out with extended claws at the nearby facial features of the senior warrior. There was no hope in simply trying to shake the tom-cat off, she knew that. The best way to get rid of the pain, was to suck it up for just a few seconds and aim pointed claws for Burningleaf's eyes. He had two options, in this scenario: risk potential blindness by refusing to release his jaws from her shoulder blade. Or, have his eyesight spared by letting go of the tabby's throbbing wound and dodging the fast-approaching attack.
She hardly noted the victorious call that emitted from Cherrypool, nor the blood that trickled from Berrysong's lifeless figure. She cherished each of her clan mates as if they were her siblings, though it was impossible to focus her attention upon another when her life was still potentially being threatened. E M B E R F L I G H T – L I G H T N I N G C L A N Emberflight vs. Fallenleaf
Satisfaction rippled through the muscular tom's chest as claws encountered the delicate skin of Fallenleaf's facial structure, his bulky strike forceful enough to knock the she-cat off balance. His ears perked up instinctively, prepared to capture the sound of her collision with the terrain – a promising success on his part. Fallenleaf, however, was quick to rise once again. Light green eyes fixated upon her, a small grin tugging at the corner of his tortoiseshell jaw as she offered a brief comment. (No matter how flatly it was offered, he still fully accepted it as a compliment.)
The LightningClan warrior's eyes followed the she-cat's movements, though he had been somewhat foolish to not twist his body as she circled. Speed alongside a quick reaction time gifted the StoneClan feline a well-aimed strike at his side, fur tearing apart to loosen a trickle of blood. A violent hiss erupted from his vocal chords, twisting toward the slender feline with a strike of his own – though she had doubled backward before his claws could manage to contact her body. The sting was apparent, though bearable. It wasn't anything he hadn't dealt with before. Emberflight was prepared to rebound with a full-on charge; expectant that his strength would be efficient in bulldozing the she-cat completely off of her paws. However, a battle-cry highlighted with undertones of victory was introduced to his eardrums.
Emberflight halted, a moment spared to turn his attention to where Cherrypool stood; the tortoiseshell tom following the warrior's crimson-red eyes to where a lifeless Berrysong lay. He knew the warrior code as well as any, though he had never found himself fully dedicated to assure death remained out of the cards. Emberflight himself had never stolen a life; but he knew he would without second-thoughts if the situation called for him to have such a mouse-brained feline pinned. Emberflight turned back to Fallenleaf, a smirk pulling black lips backward to expose his rows of teeth. With a lash of his tail, he taunted the she-cat forward if she so dared to continue this battle while a cat of her own clan lay dead upon the ground.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2013 16:46:41 GMT -5
BURNINGLEAF of LIGHTNINGCLAN versus frozenrain
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Post by BlooRey DVD on Mar 4, 2013 19:45:50 GMT -5
[smear:fdfbc1]Fallenleaf of StoneClan[/smear:fff952] ~~~~~~~~~~ A staring contest seemed to initiate between herself and the tom that was her opponent. She could feel a dull throb of pain from her injuries, and the blood leaking down from various places, but she pushed it to the back of her mind, forcing her focus to remain upon the tom she was so lucky to call her adversary. Her tail moved slowly, a snake caught in slow motion as she remained in her lowered position, prepared to strike at any moment. She would prefer it if Emberflight would strike first. Defensive moves could be quite the fun thing to do, a surprise to your opponent. It would seem, however, that neither would get the chance.
A howl of victory tore through the other battle noises that had long since been passed off as background noise. Fallenleaf noticed Emberflight's momentary distraction, and felt her muscles bunch beneath her, prepared to strike the tom when he least expected it. Her pale yellow eyes, however, shifted slightly, just to get a glance at what had snagged his attention. And then she saw it.
A white tom with red eyes stood victoriously over Berrysong, who lay limp. "StarClan, no..." She whispered beneath her breath, eyes widening ever so slightly. How could that have happened? She'd been locked in combat for what seemed like but a moment, and now one of their warriors was dead. She noticed a black and white apprentice bounding towards them, eyes narrowed and ready for combat. It was then that she remembered seeing Umberpaw fleeing the battle. He hadn't looked injured in the least, but he'd taken off, with the younger LightningClan apprentice on his back. Her ears pivoted, pinning to the back of her head.
Three StoneClan cats against five LightningClan cats. StoneClan had lost a warrior today. Over what? A piece of territory? She made a decision right then, taking a step forward. If either of the two figureheads of StoneClan, Fallingstar or Hawkwing had a problem with her decision, she would take full responsibility. Her voice rang out, powerful, but tinged with grief.
"StoneClan! Retreat!" With a pang she realized the diminished size of the patrol she'd come with. "Frozenrain, Silentcloud, that's enough. Return to camp." Her hardened, yellow eyes flashed to the LightningClan cats. "Surely you will not prohibit us the chance to take our fallen back with us."
They had lost, but the senior warrior could not leave Berrysong out here as she was. In her eyes, the she-cat deserved a proper burial, just as any other StoneClan cat would. She waited patiently, awaiting the moment she'd grab the other she-cat and bring her back to StoneClan's camp. With her injuries, she wasn't sure how she would do it alone, but she'd figure something out.
For Berrysong. For StoneClan.
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