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Post by Fawn on Oct 3, 2017 10:49:22 GMT -5
blinded by the light of a new sun take it to the world, gonna sing it like an anthem The sky was finally clear, and the warmth of a leaf-fall sun on his fur was the sign he'd been waiting for. Lionstar had let the day carry on as normal, but the camp was buzzing with activity come sunhigh; they all knew what the plan was. TreeClan was pushing into NightClan.Lionstar spoke briefly with Gorsetail. "Keep the camp secure, send Whiteclaw and his battle party to the old border in case we need back up." The tom wished him good luck, and Lionstar accepted it with a satisfied nod. Luck would have nothing to do with battle, he had participated in enough of them to place little faith in such a concept.What he could place his faith in, however, was his Clanmates and his claws. Both had proven themselves reliable. Both could be counted on, even in the darkest of times. Finding his apprentice, Thornpaw, (it wasn't hard, the tom was quite tall now) Lionstar's tail swept towards Falconstorm's den. "Give our medicine cat any help if he needs it, otherwise, listen to Gorsetail and Skyfall.""Nightfury, Maplebrook, Owlstrike, Amberwing." Rallying the battle party to the camp entrance, Lionstar briefly locked eyes with each of the four cats as they joined. When they were all accounted for, the golden tom strode forward, movements powerful and certain."Stay safe, Amberwing!" called Fawnpaw, waving her tail gently after her sister. "You too Maplebrook!""Fight well," said Mockingbird as they passed.They were led through a forest of reds, golds and muted greens as leaf-fall strengthened its hold on the valley. The crisp leaves under paw did not make for the stealthiest approach, but Lionstar was hardly tiptoeing. They were stealing territory, not sneaking into NightClan's camp like foxes in a rabbit warren. The air was fresh in his lungs and throat, and he felt alive, energized by what was about to happen.Detecting the pungent scentline, Lionstar crossed over it, noticing the subtle difference in the texture of the forest floor and brownish, black shades of the trees. They were approaching the branch trail. "Remember the plan," Lionstar's voice carried like the wind, reaching the cats bringing up the rear of the party. "Climb, then wait for my signal."Lionstar crossed the branch trail, and though the stink of NightClan was making his muzzle scrunch, he placed the new scentmarkers, then went to a nearby pine. Long claws gripped the bark, his muscles bunching as he propelled himself up the trunk and into one of the sturdy branches. The foliage was thick, and offered decent cover. Golden eyes scanned the forest floor - good, his Clanmates had done likewise.The higher perspective gave him full view of an approaching NightClan patrol, led by none other than Pinestar herself.With a bracing breath, he perched on the bough, waiting. Their scent was detected, and the patrol rushed in with raised pelts and searching eyes.Lionstar yowled a battle cry and leaped down, aiming straight for the leader of NightClan.leader of TreeClan 527 Words | Silver (so you are aware of the battle), BlooRey DVD (Thornpaw mention!) | notes Battle Match-UpsLionstar versus Pinestar Maplebrook & Nightfury versus Adderfang Owlstrike & Amberwing versus Rootfall Posting Order:Fawn @kahani @poptart Phoenix Justice Try to end each battle in 3 or 4 posts, feel free to coordinate with your battle partner through the cbox or PM to ensure the fight goes smoothly.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 4, 2017 6:17:25 GMT -5
MAplebROOk 29 Moons || She-Cat || TreeClan Battle had never really been Maplebrook's idea of progress, and that was probably why she was not leader or deputy, she was content to let other's do as they wishes so long as it didn't affect the quality of life for others. However she answered the call when Lionstar approached her, asking if she would help him claim some of Nightclan's territory to compensate for the loss of territory in the fire.
Briefly she had wondered why they were not taking from Lightningclan but they had lost a lot more to the fire than anyone and she admittedly felt a little bad for them, however, they should not have annoyed Starclan so much. As Lionstar announced the departure and the start of the battle party's trek to Nightclan territory. Admittedly the journey felt longer than usual, with the crisp leaves crunching under even her delicate pawsteps and likely alerting every living thing around to their presence.
Lionstar headed for the tree's and upon finding a suitable tree Maplebrook leapt up to a medium hanging branch with practiced ease and elegance. Her ear's twitched as her leader's battle cry echoed around the woods and she leapt into action. Her target was Adderfang, a tom cat that looked to be much bigger than her but she had luck on her side, well that and Nightfury.
She was a princess,
with the strength of a warrior Fawn@poptart PhoenixJustice
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Post by Deleted on Oct 5, 2017 13:22:46 GMT -5
Worn and broken, reassembled, Forgive our thoughts when they're shameful TreeClan - 29 Moons - She-Cat Nightfury hadn't given too much thought to Treeclans' loss in territory after the fire, it was just the harsh reality of the situation. After a quick assessment Nightfury didn't see the aftermath of the fire impacting Treeclan in any significant way, however it was clear that Lionstar thought differently. Upon being informed by her leader that she would be taking part in a patrol with the mission to relieve Nightclan of some of its excess territory Nightfury replied simply, "Yes Lionstar." It wasn't a warriors place to question their orders and she was sure Lionstar had selected her for a reason. As Lionstar led the patrol out of camp Nightfury wondered what was going through the minds of her clan mates, she wasn't worried in the slightest by the pending battle but that didn't mean everyone was as calm. It seemed like only moments after they left they were crossing the boarder, and in what seemed like a blur they were dropping down onto the Nightclan patrol below.
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Post by Phoenix on Oct 7, 2017 21:40:40 GMT -5
OWLSTRIKE you'll see him in your nightmares you'll see him in your dreams In the pawsteps of older warriors and with Amberwing by his side, Owlstrike walked through the forest with his mother’s words ringing in his ears. Fight well. Those two words were more than simple instructions not to disappoint. Hidden in their depths were a quiet pride and a strong fondness whose presence would undoubtedly surprise some of their clan mates. They held a mother’s concern for the well-being of her son but also the faith that she need not truly be worried, because he was of her blood and he was well on his way toward becoming one of the forest’s most formidable fighters.
With a suitable combination of solemnity and nervousness, the gray tom walked with the rest of the patrol through the familiar trees until leafy boughs began to give way to pine needles and evergreens. They approached the border. Lionstar crossed the invisible line without hesitating, as did Maplebrook and Nightfury, and he expected no less. The younger tom, however, paused ever so slightly before glancing across at Amberwing with something like anticipation in his yellow eyes. ”NightClan won’t know what hit them.” Very deliberately, he lifted a paw and proceeded to stop onto NightClan land.
Admittedly, Lionstar's ambush idea was fairly clever, Owlstrike mused as he turned away from the new scent mark and began to scale a nearby tree, though he would die before ever voicing such a compliment. Rarely did cats look upward, especially those who would be tired and just looking forward to the warm nest that waited for them in camp. Yellow eyes glanced across until he found Amberwing's familiar green, and he waved his tail in greeting before peering back down toward the ground. And now they waited...
you're one microscopic cog in his catastrophic plan designed and directed by his red right hand
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Post by Justice on Oct 7, 2017 23:01:30 GMT -5
Amberwing 13 Moons, She-Cat, TreeClan Amberwing kept her head up and ears erect, the picture of confidence. Inside she was dancing not with nerves but with excitement. Finally, a chance to prove that there was no better mentor in TreeClan than Mockingbird. She felt she'd been trained by the best, only her mother could have done better. And even then, Moonfeather was likely to have forgotten a few things since she wasn't as versed in hunting in the forest and glades as Mockingbird was.
Fight well, the older she-cat had told her. Stay safe, her sister said. These meant things to the young she-cat. But not so much as her mother head-butting her before they left camp and telling her that she was proud of her and to do her best. Perhaps, as she left her younger moons behind her belief in her mother would shift, but for now, as for her entire life, Moonfeather's word was law. With Mockingbird's making up the difference for the things her mother didn't know. Between the two she-cats Amberwing felt as though she had all the answers in the valley. That was enough for her.
As they left the safety of TreeClan behind them she kept pace with her battle partner. With Owlstrike, given his warrior name the same time she had been. She dipped her head to him and flashed a quirk of a smile as they travelled along together, silent and not feeling the need to fill the quiet with inane chatter.
His words at the border made her pause a moment and nod. "And we will be victorious." Her smile was momentarily anticipatory as well as she mimicked his action of deliberately placing her paw over the border. It felt almost ceremonial to her somehow, or like she'd just shared some sort of secret with the other cat. Curious.
They were now warriors, and this was their first taste of battle that wasn't pretend. She contemplated more as she scaled a tree in carefully measured leaps. No reason to waste her strength or energy trying to make it in one go. They had time to set up, they had time to wait for the patrol to get there. She met Owlstrike's gaze and returned the greeting with a wave of her own tail before concentrating at the task at paw.
The tactic was an interesting one, for a tom she didn't think had an ounce of tactical thought to him. Lionstar was all bluster and fluff, a bully and a lightweight. She honestly felt like TreeClan needed firmer handling, but would never voice that thought aloud. At least, not to anyone but her former mentor, who would understand where she was coming from. If her reaction to being told she felt the need to poison Finchpaw was any indication that is.
She put her back paws up slightly against the trunk of the tree, to use it as a spring board when the time came. Her advantage was in the trees, in striking fast from above and climbing back up before her quarry could react. At her age that was the best she could do. Owlstrike was bigger than she was, he'd hit harder than she could at this point. Practical that they'd ended up side by side, a hopefully complimentary battle team.
She saw one of the NightClan cats come into view. She didn't know his name, didn't care to know what it was. He was of average size, not large like some toms. He would be the prey she picked, leave bigger ones to others. She knew her strength, and silently she angled her body just a little and leapt forward, darting from branch to brach gaining momentum until she got low enough to pounce on her chosen opponent.
Hopefully Owlstrike would follow her down, deal with this threat in a decent amount of time. And what a lovely night it is To walk a moonlit field To see the softer shades That are by starlight now revealed ✦ Words ✦ Fawn @kahani Phoenix @poptart ✦ Notes
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Post by Fawn on Oct 8, 2017 10:01:49 GMT -5
blinded by the light of a new sun take it to the world, gonna sing it like an anthem With her deep ruddy pelt and his dark golden ticked fur, they clashed like colors in a sunset. Lionstar's surprise attack had landed him right on the she-cat's back; memories of black-and-white fur flashed through his eyes, and he remembered with a kind of grim detachment how easily Ravenstar's life had slipped through his claws. He'd stood awkwardly, waiting for Ravenstar's life to return to her as the rest of his Clan fought on around him. He hadn't meant to kill her - and he did not mean to kill Pinestar, either. Murder was never Lionstar's first, second or third choice in battle. No piece of land was worth a cat's life.The she-cat was far sturdier than Ravenstar, and a properly sized adult. She yowled in fury as his claws raked her spine, rolling to dislodge him. His heavy weight made for a hard sideways fall, and the Clan leaders separated - blood already speckling the ground where he'd scratched her. Pinestar snarled, fox-like and spitting with all the anger befitting a NightClan warrior.Pinestar fought valiantly. As she took the brunt of his attacks (several heavy swipes that staggered her) and gave back what she could, a begrudging respect began to form in Lionstar's eyes. That was not enough to distract him, however, and as they grappled in a spray of pine needles and torn fur, Lionstar sank his teeth into Pinestar's leg. She shrieked, writhing to get free but he held on fast - even when her claws scoured at his ears, ripping through the thin cartilage of one, blood welling down the fresh gash.But she could not get loose. Not until, with a reddened muzzle and a triumphant glare, Lionstar let her go. "Give up! NightClan has lost this fight."Pinestar got back on her feet, though she could no longer put weight on the injured leg. She was breathing hard, and a wild gleam had set fire to her eyes, and he saw the blazing hatred residing there. It was almost enough to make him harbor doubts over this decision; territory expansion was a part of life in this valley - but had he started something else? A feud that TreeClan would be paying for, in moons to come?"Never!" Snarled the she-cat, and they clashed again. leader of TreeClan
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2017 5:20:14 GMT -5
MAplebROOk 29 Moons || She-Cat || TreeClan Maplebrook was ready, dropping from her perch on the tree like the silent predator she was, the silvery she cat did not have the colouring of her more muted clanmates, her silvery tabby coat and bright green eyes made her stick out in the rustic earth tones of Leaf - Fall, but now was not the time to think about colours.
It was time to fight and Maplebrook charged at her opponent , taking small quick jabs and then darting out of the way of her adversary's heavier more damage dealing swats all while keeping an eye on Nightfury for the other she-cats tactic.It was Maplebrook's plan to wear Adderfang down so that perhaps she or Nightfury would deliver the final blow but her ears alerted her that Nightclan's leader would not back down.
Her distraction cost her as a heavy paw made it's mark on her left flank and she yeowed loudly before biting into the nearest flesh of Adderfang that she could find, which so happened to be his front leg, the she -cat closed her eyes to protect them as she clung to the tom. She was not a loser, she would never back down.
She was a princess,
with the strength of a warrior Fawn. @poptart, Phoenix, Justice
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Post by Deleted on Oct 22, 2017 17:07:10 GMT -5
Worn and broken, reassembled, Forgive our thoughts when they're shameful TreeClan - 29 Moons - She-Cat Nightfury had an analytical mind when it came to combat, and she had already decided the outcome of the battle as soon as she saw the approaching Nightclan patrol. The numbers were heavily in Treeclans favor and Nightfury settled on the exact amount of intensity she would bring to the initial fight. Falling on a tom who she didn't remember the name of, nor frankly did she care, Nightfury began the assault with Maplebrook at her side. Loss of life was not one of Nightfury's objectives today, and she knew the possibility was elevated today given the unbalanced nature of the ambush. This caused Nightfury to temper her strikes, even holding back the Nightclan warrior had no chance in a two on one battle. That clearly didn't matter to the tom however as he attacked with as much ferocity he could muster, and after landing a solid strike that caused Maplebrook to cry out Nightfury decided it was time to end the battle. Whilst her companion lowered the toms mobility with a determined bite the leg Nightfury aimed multiple blows at his head, perhaps he would think twice about fighting on now?
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