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Post by Fate Admin on Mar 9, 2013 19:07:22 GMT -5
Cricketleap of StoneClan VS Russethawk of RainClan Cricketleap shifted where she sat on guard… on SILENT guard. She had made sure to sit herself far from any cat who might be up in the middle of the night to make dirt or something. She wanted to stay far away from anything that would tempt her to speak before her vigil was over. She hoped at least that no one would blame her for the short runs around camp she had done now and then… she had tried her best to be quiet and not disturb anyone, and she had technically not spoken. She didn’t think there was any rule about staying in one spot for your warrior vigil, but she just couldn’t sit still ALL NIGHT LONG. They hadn’t been long runs… just a quick trot around camp and then back to position! That would be fine, she was sure….
It had to be close to dawn now. It was still dark, but the sky seemed a little lighter than it had been for most of the night anyway. It shouldn’t be too much longer before she could speak and find herself a place in the warrior’s den. She puffed up a bit at the thought. Cricketleap, Hawkstar had named her. She liked it a lot. She yawned, bored out of her mind, when the faint sound of pebbles under some cat’s paw made her ears perk. She looked around, trying to figure out where the sound had come from. She couldn’t see any of her Clanmates leaving their den to make dirt, and she knew none of them were out camp at the moment so they couldn’t be coming back either.
Some instinct had the fur on the back of her neck prickling uneasily. Something wasn’t right. She stood slowly, peering around in the pre-dawn gloom, and thought she saw the flash of eyes in the darkness before they were gone again. Suddenly a strange scent wafted over her and it took her a moment to figure out what it was. Wind and rabbits mixed with the rank odor of fish and water. When she realized what that scent meant, a screech of alarm tore from her maw, “ATTACK! WE'RE UNDER ATTACK!” As she screeched, enemy cats leapt into the camp, yowling battle cries and they pelted for the various dens of her sleeping Clanmates, claws and fangs flashing. The mingled scents of LightningClan and RainClan flooded the camp with their combined stench.
What in StarClan’s name was happening!? She only hoped her warning had come in time to wake at least some of her Clanmates before their attackers were upon them. Without another thought, she flung herself at the nearest enemy cat. The sky was growing brighter for sure now, but it was still a little difficult to see, so when a vaguely familiar scent coupled with what was becoming a familiar pelt dawned on her, she leapt away from her chosen enemy with wide eyes, “R-Russetpaw!?” GuidelinesSince this thread would be chaotic and extremely hard to follow without them, there are a few guidelines for this battle, please read them carefully and follow them! - Please speak with the people your cats are fighting against, either in the cbox or in PMs to determine the basics of what will happen during the battle.
- Keep each battle short, with only 2-3 posts per person for each match-up, or this thread will drag on forever. This is the reason for the first guideline, so that everyone knows what the outcome will be and there is no quibbling about it and drawn out battles, etc.
- Double check match-ups and who kills who so cats aren't being killed twice or more and you are fighting the right opponent so people don't get confused.
- Use a header for each of your cats participating in the battle, stating their name, their Clan, and who they are fighting. See the top of my post for an example.
- After everyone has post in their battles 2-3 times and the NPCs/PCs who are dying have been killed, Rookfrost will kill Blackeagle and Hawkstar/Wolfclaw will sound the retreat, causing StoneClan to flee into the mountains. (I added Wolfclaw because Hawkstar might be recovering from losing a life or something, Amber and Bloo can work that out between you two, but one of them should see Blackeagle die and sound the retreat pretty immediately).
Battle Match-upsHawkstar (StoneClan) VS Redstar (LightningClan) & Razorfang (RainClan) Wolfclaw (StoneClan) VS Blizzardclaw (RainClan) & Sandstar (RainClan) Cricketleap (StoneClan) VS Russethawk (RainClan) Eagletalon (StoneClan) VS Emberflight (LightningClan) & Gorgelight (RainClan) Silentcloud (StoneClan) VS Firesky (LightningClan) & Honeygaze (LightningClan) Frozenrain (StoneClan) VS Rootstride (LightningClan) & Sharpfang (LightningClan) Hailstrike (StoneClan) VS Murkypaw (RainClan) & Weaselpaw (LightningClan) & Peachpaw (RainClan) Larchdance (StoneClan) VS Cherrypool (LightningClan) & Whiteshade (LightningClan) Swiftstrike (StoneClan) VS Goosewing (RainClan) & Tideripple (RainClan) Oceanpaw (StoneClan) VS Nightpaw (LightningClan) Kill ListBrighteyes (RainClan) - Killed by Blacksmoke (StoneClan) Tawnyleaf (LightningClan) – Killed by Eagletalon (StoneClan) Honeynose (StoneClan) - Killed by Cherrypool (LightningClan) Spiderpaw (LightningClan) – Killed by Oceanpaw (StoneClan) Coldgaze (RainClan) – Killed by Hawkstar (StoneClan) Tumblefur (StoneClan) – Killed by Rookfrost (LightningClan) Dewdrop (StoneClan) – Killed by Whiteshade (LightningClan) Blacktide (RainClan) – Killed by Wolfclaw (StoneClan) Amberwave (RainClan) – Killed by Smokeface (StoneClan) Yellowheart (StoneClan) – Killed by Goosewing (RainClan) Beetlenose (StoneClan) – Killed by Rookfrost (LightningClan) Minkfur (StoneClan) – Killed by Whiteshade (LightningClan) Gorgeshadow (StoneClan) - Killed by Razorfang (RainClan) BATTLE ENDING KILL - Blackeagle (StoneClan) - Killed by Rookfrost (LightningClan)
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Post by Fawn on Mar 10, 2013 15:43:51 GMT -5
RUSSETHAWK VERSUS Cricketleap of StoneClan Warrior || RainClan This was the battle that should have never been. With a surge of energy, Russethawk, jaw set hard and exhilaration pumping adrenaline through his veins like a full on rainstorm, the new warrior had invaded the camp along with the surging tide that was LightningClan and RainClan combined. He could not recall the exact number of warriors StoneClan had, but even if they were a sizable lot, it wouldn't matter against a fighting force of two healthy, well-fed Clans with a desperate need for more territory. Emerald eyes lit with battle fire, he dove into the gray dawn-lit camp with vigor, intending to make his first battle a good one, intending to apply all of the knowledge that he had been taught by both Razorfang and any other RainClan cat who had given him valuable battle techniques and pieces of advice over these many, long moons. Would his parents be proud, to see him attacking a Clan that wasn't going to know what hit them? It was difficult to say. This was not a battle that would sit well in the stomach of a tom who followed his gut instincts - especially when it gut instincts did not like the unfairness of this full on war that had been declared upon StoneClan.
Even with the sound of cats striking and screaming and spitting against their opponents filling his ears, Russethawk had not been so swept up in the surrounding conflict that he was utterly unprepared for a shape attacking him out of the gloom. Snarling, the ruddy warrior absorbed the impact, though it jarred down one shoulder and into his paw, numbing it slightly. Tail lashing, his eyes flashed in the gloom as he whirled around to retaliate with all the fierceness of his suffix. Who was-
“R-Russetpaw!?”
Russethawk stopped dead in his tracks, feeling the blood singing through his veins start to freeze before it could reach his heart, green orbs stretched wide in astonishment at so familiar a voice. He should have...he should've anticipated this... One could not attack an entire camp without attacking your friends as well. Stepping closer, jaws parted to inhale the familiar scent in front of him, Russethawk felt his throat tighten, recognizing the she-cat. "Cricketpaw," he mewed with a deep pang of regret. "It's Russethawk now." What was he supposed to say to her? I'm sorry we're going to destroy you? It has to be this way?
Everything you've known is about to come crumbling down because of us, but can we still be friends?
Russethawk's heart squeezed, releasing a painful throb against his ribcage at so unpleasant, so impossibly fateful an encounter. My first battle can't be with her! Please, StarClan. Anyone but my friend.
CHERRYPOOLSenior Warrior. LightningClan. vs. Larchdance. StoneClan. (Paired attack with Whiteshade. Senior Warrior of LightningClan.)Her usual inhibitions were gone, this moonless, bloody night. She had let the bloodlust take over, a rare chance for the monster to become an ally rather than an enemy, to let the beast drink it's fill before she shoved it back into the cage it was normally locked in. An alabaster shadow surged towards the StoneClan camp with a swift, gliding stalk that ate up the ground, white paws treading over stone-mottled landscape and the dusty, trampled center of their home.
Like a battle spirit that had alighted from the stars to see that the havoc was fully wrought and blood spilled without reservation, Cherrypool stalked in front of a row of rocky overhangings, able to see with a glitter of ruby bright eyes that she had coincidentally found the apprentices' den. It had not been her intention to strike down the younger members of a Clan, to corner them despite the fact that if they could get over the shock of her presence, they could band together and take her down. Though the white devil's thoughts had been centered around the art of battle and a detrimental lust for blood that would finally be sated, a flashing memory of golden and white fur kept her from plunging into the apprentices' den and making them squeal like kits, crying out for their mothers.
She smiled grimly at herself, her hesitation costing her the advantage she had gleaned by her frightful appearance, Cherrypool forced to back up when they all gathered their strength and surged forward, the blizzard-hued LightningClanner forced to attack before they could successfully regroup - or perhaps come to the aid of their mentors, who were surely fighting even now. The whole camp had been roused, filled with the howls and hisses and the madden screeches of cats both defending their homes and doing as they were told. With the blood pounding her ears like war drums, Cherrypool reveled in the sound and the intensity in the air, her teeth sinking into the shoulder of a young tom and tossing him from her with such ease, it occurred to her then that his nursery days had not been far behind him. I don't want to fight a bunch of overgrown kits! Roared the embodiment of everything that made her a danger to every living thing, and, listening to it's demands rather than pretending it didn't exist, Cherrypool broke through the throng of apprentices, seeking out a proper target.
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Post by Insidious on Mar 14, 2013 23:28:20 GMT -5
Frozenrain // StoneClan Vs. Rootstride & Silentcry Her slumber had been peaceful; tranquil, of all things. With Hawkstar's sudden leave for the leader's den, it had certainly become less... cozy, in a sense. She fully understood that his new responsibilities would sometimes interfere with the endless amount of time she desired to spend with him. That was okay, though. The clan's survival was important; it was worth putting aside her thoughts of stereotypical romance for. StoneClan was in desperate need of protective, fierce warriors – more than she ever believed it to be.
A terror-struck battle cry was released from the vocals of one of the newer warriors, Cricketleap. The gray-white tabby's ears pricked cautiously, the urgency of the situation not yet fully registered as sleepy limbs struggled to break free from the tiresome knots threatening to restrain movement. It wasn't relevant whether or not Frozenrain would have been able to arise quicker than she had. Regardless of how fast she had entered the cruel scene now sprawled before her pale blue eyes; it wouldn't have changed the fate that had befallen StoneClan in the dark, gloomy mess that appeared to be combined forces of RainClan and LightningClan. What in the name of StarClan was happening?
For a moment, the she-cat lay motionless as a frantic gaze swept from cat-to-cat meeting in confrontation. It was horrid; the intentions of RainClan and LightningClan seemed far more gruesome than she, reluctantly to admit, believed any clan – even NightClan – was capable of possessing. StoneClan was outnumbered, this made clear as a few familiar warriors of her clan met with the unfair odds of one-on-two. A part of her was unwilling to engage in this most terrible battle; who knew what losses would come from it in the end? But, she knew that StoneClan was in grave danger – it needed the assistance of all of its warriors. StoneClan was nothing less than determined and fierce. The odds were not upon their side, but that didn't lessen the fact that the reputation of StoneClan was not to be known as the clan that gifted their territories to another without a reasonable fight.
Muscles stiffening beneath her thin coat of gray-white fur, the she-cat composed herself into a defensive stance, pale blue eyes skimming the battle-engulfed felines in search of the cats StarClan was destining her to face. Razorfang // RainClan Vs. Hawkstar Razorfang was not pleased with what was occurring on this battle field. StoneClan was being invaded against their will; their territories selfishly desired by the combined forces of RainClan and LightningClan – StormClan. It was not in his knowledge what had exactly brought this decision into action. All he knew was that, as a dedicated deputy of his clan, he was not one to go against the order of Sandstar and what he believed best for RainClan.
For the time being, Razorfang stood at the sidelines – gray-green eyes skimming the fierce warriors of his clan, (Russethawk in particular) in search of any that perhaps needed the assistance of their deputy to overcome a difficult, StoneClan opponent. He briefly examined the situation Russethawk was in, searching the facial expression of the newly announced warrior's opponent in hopes of discovering what caused their hesitation to attack one another. Perhaps, it was friendship that caused it? If so, Razorfang expected that Russethawk would do what was best for RainClan – put aside cross-clan friendship to bring victory to RainClan, even if the risk was loss of a close friend. It would certainly be even harder on the reddish brown tom if Razorfang was to get involved – he had no mercy for the opponent and whether or not they were classified as friend or foe. But it came down to simplistic reasoning: if Russethawk would not do what was required to provide for RainClan, Razorfang would. Allowing himself to find trust in his former apprentice and the decisions he would make, gray-green eyes were averted to his flank – where a white-as-snow frame briefly brushed passed.
Gray-green locked with cloudy blue for a heart-beat. The Senior Warrior, Coldgaze, flashed a small smirk to the deputy he once referred to as his apprentice; pride gleaming in the depths of his icy pools as a nod of determination and battle-ferocity was offered. Razorfang returned the gesture, the worry bordering though not entirely visible. Be safe, Coldgaze. The words drifted helplessly in the deputy's mind, gaze fixated upon the snowy frame as it pivoted to unleash a strike of claws into the mess of battling felines that lay sprawled a fox-length ahead of Razorfang's still-as-stone position of content wait.
He would not get himself involved, not yet. There was not one soul that currently provoked the ire of his pointed teeth; not one soul he currently sought to drive out. He would sooner calm his inward desire for adrenaline-pumping spar; wait on the sidelines to observe those of RainClan so that, if called necessary, he could save a RainClan – perhaps LightningClan – life as opposed to being too held up with another.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 17, 2013 4:48:00 GMT -5
Redstar Vs. Hawkstar Redstar leapt into battle, a flurry of red-ginger fur. With RainClan as their allies, she was certain that they would win this battle; they would outnumber the StoneClan warriors two to one and besides, they had the element of surprise. Razor-sharp claws unsheathed, she quickly spotted the sandy coloured form of Hawkstar. Time to do battle. The LightningClan leader wasn’t a battle-hungry cat, in fact she was rather peace-loving cat, but this was a necessary battle and so at her top speed she raced towards the StoneClan leader, darting in and out of fighting cats. ”Hawkstar,” she hissed, fur fluffed up in an attempt to look as formidable as possible. Hawkstar was bigger than her, but she was fast and light on her paws. Redstar sprung onto her opponent’s back, unsheathed claws digging into the StoneClan tom’s shoulders. They would win this battle, they had to. Honeygaze Vs. Silentcloud Honeygaze absolutely hated battles. She still couldn’t quite believe that RainClan had made an allegiance with LightningClan; it seemed so unreal. As her clanmates leapt into battle around her, her honey-amber gaze sought out Rootstride’s tan pelt, perhaps they could fight side by side? The pretty golden-furred warrior shook the thoughts from her mind and tried to concentrate her mind. Summoning all her courage, she leapt into battle and sprung at a blach-spotted silver she-cat who she recognised as Silentcloud. The golden tabby she-cat hated what her clan and LightningClan were doing. So what if it was in some prophecy from StarClan that ‘five would fall to four’? It was still wrong, driving out a clan. What if they find nowhere to go? She shook her head and concentrated her mind on battle. Sorry, she mouthed to Silentcloud before aiming a swipe at her ears, claws unsheathed. Swiftstrike Vs. Goosewing & Tideripple The dark grey tom couldn't quite comprehend what was going on. The last thing he could recall was sitting vigil near the rear of the camp, then he heard Cricketleap's yowl. “ATTACK! WE'RE UNDER ATTACK!” The new warrior leapt to his paws, pale amber eyes wide. What in the name of StarClan? Cats pelted into the StoneClan camp, of both RainClan and LightningClan. Clearing his mind, he sprung into the midst of yowls and fighting cats, he hated battles, but he had to fight, he had no choice; he had to defend his clan at all costs. The LightningClan and RainClan warriors outnumbered them two-to-one. The long-furred dark grey tom wanted to run away, but he couldn’t. Two RainClan warriors stood before him; Tideripple and Goosewing, is it? Pale amber eyes stretched wide, he unsheathed his claws. Fighting two warriors at once, StarClan, give me strength.
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Post by BlooRey DVD on Mar 17, 2013 18:55:43 GMT -5
[smear:996600]Hawkstar[/smear:663300] of StoneClan
Versus Redstar ~~~~~~~~~~~ A cry tore through the thick haze of sleep that had just barely begun to settle over the large tom. His ears pricked up, quickly followed by an amber head, and the rest of the large StoneClan leader's body. For a moment, he stood straight, frozen by shock and confusion. Amber eyes were wide, simultaneously trying to force away sleep, and focus on the world around him. What in the name of StarClan is... The haze cleared, and the StoneClan figurehead registered Cricketleap's cry. The moment it all settled in, Hawkstar surged forward, busting out of his den, so that he could get a clearer perspective on the whole situation. Narrowing his eyes, forcing them to focus, he began to make out different shapes. Just as the cry had said, StoneClan was under attack. It was his nose that told him just who was attacking, however. Two scents were mixed together, but he was able to pick out the different scents. LightningClan and RainClan.
On paws that were surprisingly agile for such a large tom, he bounded down from his den. Landing with a somewhat heavy sound, his sandy ears pinned to his head as he heard someone call his name. His head swung around, sharp gaze landing upon the she-cat it had come from. "Redstar." Suddenly, she was on his shoulders. The sand colored tom couldn't help but think to himself that she was incredibly light, typical of the LightningClan cats. Claws pricked at his skin, causing the tom to hiss, bellowing at her as he reared up slightly onto powerful hind legs, typical of StoneClan cats. "What in the name of StarClan are you doing?" Hawkstar wasn't a violent cat. He would much prefer to talk things out with others. That didn't mean he wouldn't fight if provoked. And by all definitions that he could think of, attacking in the middle of the night for no apparent reason qualified as provoking.
Amber eyes flashed about, picking his best action, before he suddenly dropped one shoulder. Like a breaching whale, the huge StoneClan leader dipped to one side, rolling. He had to make it fast. He couldn't leave his stomach exposed, or he'd risk massive injury. And he knew of massive injury. He crashed into the ground, in an expert roll that showed he'd practiced this many times. It was an effective way of dislodging an opponent who'd comfortably seated themselves on your shoulders, because it dealt them two options. One, release their grip and leap off, out of harm's way. Two, be crushed beneath the weight of a rolling cat. And when the rolling cat was Hawkstar, it was best to take option one. He wasn't light, in any sense of the word.
He was quick to get back on his paws, leaving the scar that ran on his belly in sight for only a fleeting instant before he was right side up, body low and defensive as he faced his opponent. With a shift of his muscles, he charged the she-cat. He didn't care whether or not he'd gotten her with the roll. It didn't change his attack. If she'd dodged it, good for her, meet charging Hawkstar. If she'd been caught by it, and found herself attempting to breathe and get up at the same time, too bad, meet charging Hawkstar.
He was not pleased.
With a wild swipe, force behind it evident in the whistling sound it made as it cut through the air, he aimed for her shoulder, once again leaving her to decide whether she'd let it hit, or get out of the StarClan-forsaken way.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 21, 2013 14:03:49 GMT -5
REDSTAR Vs. Hawkstar Hawkstar hissed and reared on his hindlegs underneath Redstar, but the slender she-cat clung on and dug in her claws even more to compensate for this sudden new angle. "What in the name of StarClan are you doing?" The red tabby didn't get the chance to respond because the next thing he knew, he was rolling. But Redstar had anticipated this move and leapt off him, landing nimbly on four paws. And now she was presented with that rare scenario. As Hawkstar scrambled to his paws, his belly was left exposed and it seemed that time itself had frozen. Redstar had to make the most of this opportunity and she lurched forward and aimed to rake her paw along his underbelly. But her paw whistled through thin air. He had been too quick and she had missed out on the opportunity. She growled to herself in annoyance that she'd let it slip, I could've ended the fight with that! But she forced herself to move on from her mistakes and concentrated her mind on the fight ahead. Hawkstar charged towards her, Redstar stayed put. This was intentional; she would leap out of the way at the last minute and attack again. She felt a whoosh as she leapt out of the way and his paw narrowly missed her shoulder. Twisting round, she aimed a blow at Hawkstar's muzzle. That should give him a scar to remember.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 28, 2013 2:17:38 GMT -5
Goosewing of RainClan versus Swiftstrike, Yellowheart The warrior hadn’t questioned the order to attack StoneClan once she heard of it. True, upon first hearing about it, the RainClan cat had been unsure; however, the leader issued the order and the medicine cat (her sister) supported him. Goosewing might disagree with some of Sandstar’s decisions regarding their seemingly open borders with accepting cats from other clans, but an order was an order. An order was something she could work with. The slim she-cat raced into the StoneClan’s camp with the rest of them, light blue eyes hunting for any warrior she might take out. A small, long-haired cat with StoneClan’s scent almost seemed to fall into her trajectory, and the question was answered. The older warrior didn’t hesitate to ponder how old this cat was as she crouched down preparing to leap; it didn’t matter whether they were an apprentice or just small. It was a StoneClan cat who was facing her down, and who she would take out. Finally, something Goosewing was good at. Finally, she could be of some use. And if the blood-rushing heart-pounding thrill of battle could be enjoyed, all the better.
Just as she prepared to leap, another StoneClan warrior barreled into her side. The first noise the lynx-point cat made this night was a shocked and angry yowl. Quick as lightning, Goosewing twisted her head and sunk her teeth into a brown-and-cream shoulder, clamping down harder when she felt bolts of pain along her own back. As soon as her claws found purchase on the sandy StoneClan camp ground, the warrior shoved her back against the muzzle of her attacker, forcing said cat to pull back. Mouth free, the half-tabby cat hissed angrily at the other cat, who she now recognized to be Yellowheart, a senior warrior of some moons. Undoubtedly, this cat would prove a more worthy difficult opponent than the fluffy young tom that had been trying to face her down earlier.
Yellowheart didn’t return the hiss, instead launching her counter-attack as soon as she could, swiping at Goosewing’s face in an easily prediction motion. When the half-tabby crouched down to avoid the swipe, however, the tortoiseshell leapt onto her back, biting down once more. A trick! The leap didn’t have a full force behind it, so Goosewing’s yowl was far more anger then pain, but the embarrassment clouded her vision. Collapsing her shoulder, the slender warrior let momentum and gravity aid her in shaking Yellowheart, not feeling where the other warrior’s claws dug and scraped into her back. With the tortoiseshell senior warrior on her side, the younger she-cat sunk her claws into the StoneClan cat’s stomach. Once her hind paws readied themselves, the tabby jumped back, evading the full effect of the claws she felt graze her own stomach. Blood rushing, the younger warrior didn’t hesitate this time before lunging at the other cat. This time, however, she went straight for Yellowheart’s throat.
Larchdance of StoneClan versus Cherrypool, (Whiteshade) A sharp screech forced Larchdance from her dreamless sleep, and her first thought was a decidedly unflattering one. I knew that hyperactive overgrown kit couldn’t sit through the night. A few other new warriors had trouble keeping silent for the entire night, although she couldn’t recall such a yowl as the silence-breaker before… Suspicious but still tired, sleep-dulled blue eyes glancing around the other cats to see their reaction. Unsurprisingly, none of the other warriors seemed to know what was going on either. Deciding the other cats could deal with the new warrior, the white-brown-and-cream cat let her eyes began to close…
Only for the angry yowling of other cats to cause blue eyes to spring open once again. That definitely sounded like something was wrong. Larchdance wasn’t fast enough to her feet to beat the rest of the warriors out of the bottleneck the den entrance became. Everyone’s panicked and confused… By the time the warrior was able to leave the den, complete chaos greeted her. StoneClan was under attack, that much was obvious, but by whom? Ice blue eyes glared at a black tom with an orange muzzle off to the side of the fray. RainClan. She had heard the clan among the rivers hadn’t been doing well, but to attack StoneClan? They will regret this. The she-cat was a bit bulkier than some of her clanmates, and she intended to put it to good use. A smaller cat she didn’t recognize appeared in front of her, perhaps looking for an easy fight, but one tackle seemed to dissuade them, and they dashed off in search of an easier target.
Instead of chasing down the smaller cat, Larchdance scanned the battlefield, trying to pick out where she might be needed most. The elders hadn’t left their den, it seemed, so she didn’t have to worry about her father or mentor. Crowdance couldn’t be spotted, nor could her former apprentice, but Yellowheart, her mother, was in the middle, fighting a skinny RainClan cat… Just as the dappled she-cat took a few steps towards the fighting pair (her mother was a decent warrior, but she wasn’t in the best position), an eerily-familiar shriek forced her legs to dash in a different direction altogether. The apprentice’s den, a place the kit-unfriendly cat usually avoided, seemed to be under attack as well, although that simple fact alone wasn’t what drew her to that location.
The cry she had heard came from her son.
Despite her distaste for kits in general, her own were quite close to the ex-queen’s heart, and now that they had been alive for six moons and properly wormed their way into her heart Larchdance had no intention of letting either of them die. Not bothering to stop and comfort her tossed-around son, the mother went straight to facing the attacker: one of the two white-furred red-eyed siblings in LightningClan. Later, the she-cat would wonder why LightningClan and RainClan joined together, but asking “why” was the last thing on her mind in the moment. “You’ll pay for touching my kit, Bloodeyes!” Larchdance hissed, words near incomprehensible but the rage unmistakable. The larger she-cat charged the small albino, coming in lower than normal to account for the smaller cat’s size. Not wasting any time with playing around and swiping paws, the mother planned to go straight to hard-hitting mode: a shoulder-slam to the other cat’s throat. If it connected, great, but if it didn’t, the agile cat was easily prepared to recover quickly and pounce on the demon cat like it was a bird of prey.
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Post by Phoenix on Mar 28, 2013 21:28:47 GMT -5
WHITESHADE LightningClan || Senior Warrior Hunting Larchdance with Cherrypool | He had always thought that he became an interesting contradiction while in battle, though the idea had only been considered by himself. Despite the energy and anticipation flowing through his veins, spreading throughout his body like a wildfire, overwhelming almost everything, his mind managed to remain unscorched, cold and calculating, as if to ensure that he still had enough wits about him to pick out the cat whose screams would serenade him. It was far from a particular process, as any feline would do, but in his experience, he had realized that some cats had more beautiful voices than others. White paws planted themselves on the outcropping above the StoneClan camp, alabaster fur illuminated in the silvery remains of the fading moonlight. Crimson eyes, deep and glittering with malicious intent, peered down, barely flicking to the side as his sister joined him. After the briefest of moments, the signal was given and as one, they launched themselves from the outcropping in one fluid motion, moving as one body of cats, a formidable force.
With the air of a wolf amongst sheep, he analyzed his surroundings for a few moments, quickly orienting himself with the mental map he had developed from the bird's eye view. He and his sister had landed beside the apprentice's den, and lips parted in a sinister grin as his paws carried him swiftly toward the unsuspecting cats. While he would have appreciated a greater challenge than mere apprentices, whom he knew he could dispatch with his eyes closed, his bloodlust drove him to fight, to maim; in the monster's opinion, neither size nor experience mattered as long as blood pumped through its veins. A part of him noted the hesitation of the other red-eyed demon with disgust, even as he swept aside a small apprentice, frozen in fear, with a swipe of his claws. Unlike his sister, he relished the reaction of other cats when they saw him for the first time; their expressions were priceless, and even if they did not meet in battle, where their hesitation would cost them greatly, he fondly remembered the unease and fear that he could strike through them simply by giving them a glance.
As expected, he grew bored toying with them, and just as he turned away to find a feline more worthy of fighting him, red eyes lit upon his sister, who brushed aside a pathetically small apprentice without the least bit of hesitation. Approval filtered through him, though it was not shared by the she-cat who leapt at his sister. Evidently she was the mother, and he idly wondered if the term "Bloodeyes" was supposed to be an insult; if so, he was far from impressed. But here was a suitable opponent, if only for the maternal instincts that would be fueling her attacks. After a few quick steps forward, he launched himself across the gap at her flying body, even as she leapt toward the neck of his sister. He did not wish to interrupt what would have been a lovely one-on-one battle out of a misplaced desire to protect Cherrypool from an attack. He was not nearly as disgustingly sentimental as that.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 19, 2013 12:28:33 GMT -5
~~Sharpfang~~ Lightningclan With Rootstride VS Frozenrain
With the cover of night, the dark pelted tom was able to use the cover of the darkness to plunge forwards into Stoneclan territory with the rest of his Lightningclan-mates. Amber eyes burning with a deep passion to fight for his clan and drive out Stoneclan shone brightly as the course furred tabby launched himself forwards, over rocks and rubble that formed around the clan's camp. With a yowl, the stout tom's rather large fangs glinted coldly in the faint light of the mostly hidden moon above his head. Tail lashing, he leaped forwards, into the frenzy of battle that writhed down below.
Sharpfang's amber eyes caught sight of a frozen she-cat, his tongue reached out to lick at his muzzle before he leaped fowards, claws scoring against the ground as he pushed himself into the battle. The black stripes in his dark brown fur blended into the darkness, almost masking his body to a perfect camoflage for fighting on this dark night. Landing heavily, the stout Lightningclan tom raised himself up, chest pushed out as his muscles rippled. His amber eyes narrowed coldy, and a light of amusement ran through them as if he almost enjoyed what he was about to do to the she-cat.
"Frozenrain." Sharpfang called out in his deep, graveled voice called out in the night, recognizing the pretty she-cat as Hawkstar's little female friend. How lovely. With his tail lashing, the tabby tom padded forwards on his large, but nible paws, edging him closer to the pale she-cat in his eye sight. Hopefully Frozenrain knew how to put up a fight and this just wasn't some weak she-cat. Crouching, the aggressive tomcat planned to make his move, scenting the overwheming stench of Lightningclan and Rainclan overpower the smaller Stoneclan smell.
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Post by Insidious on Apr 19, 2013 23:30:24 GMT -5
Frozenrain // StoneClan Vs. Rootstride & Sharpfang What surprise had managed to linger upon the gray-white tabby's facial features was quick to evaporate when a thunderous, aggressive voice caused the fur along her spinal chord to prickle uneasily. Sharpfang, she recognized the tom as LightningClan, mostly from the stench that clung to his coat more and more thoroughly with each step closer he took. Frozenrain buckled her frame closer to the terrain, paws set defensively as pale blue eyes fixated upon Sharpfang with paralytic intensity. Inwardly, her heart was threatening to burst from her chest; blinded by fear, though she refused to allow such emotion to crawl upon the surface. StoneClan was outnumbered, one would be mouse-brained should they not realize that. But that was needless to say that she wouldn't do everything in her power to fight.
Frozenrain stood, still-as-stone, watching Sharpfang as he seemed to contemplate his first move. All around her, the hisses and blood-blinded screeches of sparring felines boomed in her eardrums; Frozenrain layed them against her skull, flatly as she could manage, as to avoid getting distracted from the large, muscled tom now threatening to attack. She wasn't about to remain immobile, not while Sharpfang was so keen to create his battle tactics. If he wanted to fight her, amongst all of the candidates StoneClan could offer, she was going to do her best to make sure he regretted it.
Releasing a fierce, sharp battle-cry from her throat, the she-cat lunged forward – sheathed claws aimed to lash across the tom-cat's cheek should he have not been prepared for Frozenrain to take the first move into her own paws. She wasn't going to allow this LightningClan feline, nor the peculiar source of his name, to unnerve her. His clan, alongside RainClan, had done the unthinkable. For this, Sharpfang would pay.
Being so focused on Sharpfang, Frozenrain neglected to recognize a pure white frame that hungrily clawed an opponent into submission. The RainClan Senior Warrior scurried to the sidelines with quick, phantasmal steps – his sights set on Frozenrain and the pending task he was now contemplating how to propose...
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Post by Deleted on May 17, 2013 4:11:50 GMT -5
Wolfclaw v. Sandstar; Blizzardclaw Stone v. Rain
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