[Fawn]

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The Owl Queen wrests herself free of the attacking party, but she is injured. Her flying is jagged and getting steadily lower as she tries to escape into the rest of the forest. As warriors of NightClan, you pursue without question. Injuries are present in the attacking party as well, but it's clear to everyone involved that you are so close to finishing this.

She gets maybe fifteen, twenty feet before the damaged flight feathers finally give way. A messy landing and angry screech make for a cornered wild animal.

Be careful.

Greenleaf 17 - A cool morning heralds a beautiful, refreshing, and sunny Greenleaf day. Birds are heard chirping everywhere, but the sounds of the valley are dominated by the incessant noise of the cicadas. Even the Tribe can hear their distant mating calls, though faint.

OOC:

The battle continues! Her health stats have been drastically reduced (now 60 HP!) to make this go much, much faster and reflect the damage done. Per the rules of the first thread, please pick one mini boss and one mini boss only - we don't want to confuse the plugin's algorithm by having one user in multiple fights.

The cats who bring her down will earn a prey reward for their player, a badge, and a beautiful owl feather item with which your character can decorate their nest as a trophy of their victory.

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clovermask.

NIGHTCLAN DEPUTY // 48 MOONS

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hen Clovermask's claws sank into the owl's feathers, a wave of satisfaction surged through her. It was softer than she had imagined, and she realized the creature's feathered belly was much thicker than she had anticipated. She felt her claws dig at something harder, but when she came away, a flurry of downy fluff showered upon her. Annoyed at what felt like a cheap blow, she prepared to launch herself again at Deathclaw - when the owl suddenly vanished from sight, and pain exploded in the she-cat's spine.

Barely suppressing a screech of pain, she fought through the fog of agony to try to get herself out of the owl's grip. She twisted, claws flashing, but Roachpaw and Bramblepaw were already at her rescue. Deathclaw was distracted, and in that moment she tore herself free, though felt her flesh tear in the process. She bared her teeth in a furious snarl, but the pain only brightened the scene before her, adrenaline flooding her system as bloodlust rushed through her. If Deathclaw was going to leave a scar, Clovermask was going to make sure she regretted it. The owl already appeared to regret her actions, tearing away from the patrol and attempting an escape. "Not so fast!" she snarled. Her eyes locked on the predator's flight, noting with a thrill that her flying appeared to be weak and jaunty - as if she had suffered from bad injuries.

She glanced briefly at the patrol of her Clanmates. She didn't need to give the command; they all knew. "Let's finish this."

They raced after the Owl Queen, following her on the ground, and she was sinking fast. She tried to give an almighty pump of her wings, but collided with the earth at the last second. Quickly making sure other warriors were near, she launched herself at Deathclaw, determined to give her hell.

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There was a swoosh of air where the massive tom's claws tore through feathers though hardly did any damage before his paws landed him on the ground with a heavy thud. Within seconds the heat of searing pain rippled through his body as he placed weight upon all four of his limbs. Glancing to the side the tabby noticed a deep slice within the thick coat of his shoulder. 

Blood was already starting to welt up with each pump of his heart, though the warrior hardly had time to stop and think about the injuries he might receive from such an altercation with a predator like Deathclaw. There was a specific reason she bore that name, the Queen of the Owls was as deadly as she was powerful. 

The long coated tomcat was already feeling his breath run ragged, he wasn't made for long distance or stamina, or even long winded fights. If anything, he was a tank when it came to battle but after such a fast dash and a length leap, Heavy breaths clouded from his nostrils as he moved to chase after the two apprentices leaping like lightning a the raptor who screeched with pristine fury.  

The beast was growing tired itself, each flap of it's mighty wings as the many Nightclan felines attacked from almost every side it seemed. The silver fur of Moondance shifted into Buckfur's peripheral vision as she slipped within the shadow of his own looming form, her blue gaze never once giving away her thoughts as she watched, waiting for a precision strike without getting smacked by wings or talons.

With a lash of a plume tail, continuously ignoring the stinging pain within his shoulder, Buckfur leaped into action once more. Thudding behind his deputy, the tabby tom's pawsteps were by far the loudest compared to the other swift-footed Nightclanners within tail-length of his long coat. Brilliant green pools never once strayed from the raptor as she fell to the ground in a heap and a screech. 

Clovermask leaped first, her claws lashing out with a precision that almost reminded the tabby tomcat of his black coated, devious brother.

With a growl that rumbled deeply within his broad chest, Buckfur once again bunched his haunches as he leaped only moments behind his shorter-coated deputy. Their attacks may have not been similarly timed but they came from separate directions in an uncoordinated, unplanned attempt to cut off any escape routes from either side. Curled claws reached out, the hope to shred feathers and rip through flesh bright within his gaze. 

This bird had terrorized them long enough, a Queen Predator or not, Buckfur had too many clanmates he cared about to let her flee to forest of claws this time.   

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BuCKfUr

40 Moons Warrior NightClan

Katara Fawn ♛ 𝔽𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 ||  476 words || notes

[Fawn]

The kid has got a dark side

Push too far you'll see

Buckfur and the owl queen crashed to earth like a falling star. Roachpaw hissed against the spray of dirt - and blood - as they impacted. A horrible screech filled the whole forest, and terror spiked the fur along the apprentice's back as he thought the sound had come from Buckfur. But the sound wasn't feline; it was the ear-piercing shriek of a bird of prey becoming prey itself.

Roachpaw stumbled forward on leadened, tired paws, desperate to make good use of himself in killing this winged menace - but Buckfur had it handled. The massive tom stood triumphant over the owl queen's corpse. Roachpaw couldn't disguise the stab of envy and awe across his face, jealousy turning copper eyes into narrowed slits.

Foxdung. If he'd been faster, if he'd jumped higher, stronger, better, he could have landed the killing blow on Deathclaw. That Roachpaw successfully dodged both of the owl queen's attacks aimed at him should have filled him with pride, the satisfaction of training paying off.

But it didn't.

Dodging a target wasn't the stuff of glory. It wasn't the sort of story elders told to wide-eyed kits fresh from the nursery. Roachpaw's ears flattened, and he circled the dead beast as if half-hoping it would rise again and he could have a proper chance at glory. In the midst of his agitation, the sheer size of the creature was enough to be... overwhelming. With Buckfur for comparison, the owl queen looked just as heavy if not heavier, the feathers covering large wings, powerful legs and a wide torso. Tufts of cat fur were mixed in with the bloodied feathers, and Roachpaw suddenly remembered the rest of his Clanmates.

Turning quickly, he stared at Bramblepaw in scrutiny. "Still alive then," he grunted, bottling his relief for another time. Why Bramblepaw being okay after that fight matter to him? Foxdung if he knew. Thoughts of Hollowpaw and the grief that hit his littermates after tried to push into Roachpaw's focus. He fought them down like a piece of bad prey, not ready to relinquish the adrenaline still humming through his veins.

Roachpaw

nightclan apprentice | 15 moons | 340 words| Ghost the Undead Goddess ♛ 𝔽𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 Katara

OOC: The Owl Queen is dead! Ignore the damage she just did to Roachpaw, I wanted to see if the plugin would still react. x'DDD

Feel free to have Clovermask wrap up the thread! Good job everyone!

[Katara]

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clovermask.

NIGHTCLAN DEPUTY // 48 MOONS

A

coordinated attack hadn't been what Clovermask had in mind, but when her claws barely scraped the Owl Queen's downy feathers as she surged into the air, she knew immediately that someone else needed to jump to knock her back down. It was Buckfur that was there, leaping at the same moment she'd attempted to strike, and she whirled as a bone-chilling shriek split the air. A second later, the owl and the warrior crashed to the ground, feathers flying everywhere at the impact. Buckfur's strike had been deadly - when he staggered off the body of Deathclaw, she didn't move. To be certain, Clovermask slipped closer and placed her paws on the creature's neck, shifting all her weight onto them as she bent her head to listen for the heartbeat. But there was none, and when she stepped off the body, she unsheathed her claws and plucked one long feather from the Owl Queen's wing before raising her head triumphantly.

"Deathclaw is dead," she declared, green eyes gleaming bright in the darkness. A part of her was simmering with envy that she hadn't been the one to deal the death blow, even though she'd played the part in cutting off the owl's only other exit while Buckfur killed her. But logic was winning over her, and the satisfaction of leading her Clanmates against the deadly predator - and coming out successfully - would be enough for her. This was her first triumph as deputy of her Clan, and she wasn't going to let anything spoil it. The only thing that could've made it better was if Shrikesong had witnessed it.

"Well done, all of you," she praised her Clanmates, her gaze sweeping over all of them, lingering on those she felt most impressed with: Buckfur, Roachpaw, and Bramblepaw. "This wasn't a typical predator we dealt with tonight. This wasn't a fox we needed to chase off, or a badger that wandered too close to camp. All of you just helped kill a legend. Every NightClan cat has heard tales of Deathclaw and her might, the Owl Queen that was thought to be unstoppable in our stories. We have just become part of a new legend - because we are the cats that conquered her." She gave a single lash of her tail, her tone filled with pride. It was mostly pride in herself and her own success, but it was easy to manipulate it and inject it into her words. It was usually easier for her to find the right thing to say, and harder to make it sound like she meant it - but tonight, she was certain she sounded like she meant it.

Now what would Bluecloud do? The question was always in the back of her head, guiding her way to be the most well-liked leader she could be. Her eyes flicked to the two apprentices again. Bluecloud would definitely glow about them to Darkstar if he'd seen what Clovermask had seen, so she put a reminder in the back of her mind to praise Bramblepaw and Roachpaw specifically when she reported to Darkstar. After tonight, they'd more than proven themselves to be ready to become warriors.

The gash along her spine was beginning to burn furiously again as the adrenaline faded away, and she was reminded that the others would have wounds as well. "Anyone with minor wounds can help me carry Deathclaw's body back to camp," she ordered. "The rest of you - make sure Smokefur or Shadowchaser sees to you as soon as you step into camp. I don't want to hear about anyone going to sleep without their injuries being treated." She flexed her claws again, and looked down at the long feather she'd torn out of Deathclaw's wing thoughtfully. "And take a token of tonight with you," she added, nodding down at the feather she'd pulled out. "It's only fitting the feathers of the Owl Queen herself should line the nests of NightClan warriors, don't you think?"

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Bramblepaw

nightclan she-cat 16 moons

There was something terribly sad about seeing Deathclaw injured. The powerful bird ruffled her battered feathers, yellow eyes flashing with sudden fear and defiance as the patrol of warriors and apprentices alike advanced on her. She had attempted to fly away, a jaunty flight abruptly cut short as her injured wing gave in and she rolled to the ground strewn with pine needles, feathers and blood. A piercing screech erupted from her beak, blood-stained talons digging ferociously into the ground. Bramblepaw felt fear trickle through her veins, but she neither turned to run nor cracked a joke to ease her nerves. There was a fierce determination in her golden eyes as she advanced with her clanmates, teeth bared. NightClan was stronger together. Darkstar's words to her as a kit rang through her thoughts, and she found strength in the courage of those around her. Even her irritation for Roachpaw was forgotten. He was her clanmate, and she'd fight to the death beside him if she had to.

This was what it meant to be apart of a Clan. For the first time in her apprenticeship, Bramblepaw understood what that meant.

She wasn't even fully aware of what was happening around her. She knew that she had sunk her teeth and claws into avian flesh, the taste of blood on her tongue as yowls and snarls sounded nearby. She felt a powerful wing knock into her chest, winding her. It took her a moment to recover, breaths coming in ragged gasps. She saw an arc of blood spraying from Buckfur's claws, his whiskers glinting red in the moonlight. The owl was dying. The smell of death crashed over Bramblepaw's senses, and she watched in an almost stunned stupor as Buckfur tore into the owl. She looked down at her paws, dark with blood, lifting one tentatively to unsheathe her claws. Scraps of owl feather were caught between them. She seemed almost surprised by their victory, like she had expected this battle to last for eternity.

Roachpaw's grating voice caused her to lift her head. He frowned at her in that familiar scathing way he always had, but there was a relieved note to his voice. Like he was glad she wasn't dead. For the first time ever really, Bramblepaw grinned at him. Her face was dotted with random flecks of blood and mud, giving that grin a somewhat wild look. "Still alive." She purred, bumping Roachpaw's shoulder. "You'll be stuck with me for a few moons yet, fur-brain." She looked down at the massive body of the owl, shaking her head. She couldn't believe they had brought down something so huge. She couldn't believe that this creature had haunted their home for so long. "What a beast. We'll be getting our warrior names for this for sure."

She listened to Clovermask's speech, chest swelling with pride. Everything she said was true. This had been her first battle for her life, and she had come through with courage and only a few grazes to show for it. She wasn't as strong as Buckfur, but she hadn't been badly injured in the fight and felt well enough to attempt to help drag the creature home. But as she bent her head to latch on to the winged limb, an owl pellet lay against the forest floor beneath it. She caught a whiff of that small pellet, the familiar scent of mice and small birds making her flick her ear. But... but no. She bent her head to smell again, her heart quickening. No. It wasn't just prey-scent that was familiar about this little left-behind scrap. Bile rose in her throat, the world tilted and spun frantically around her. She looked up at Roachpaw, a cat she had never had the remotest respect for, a cat she had never considered a friend. And yet he was the one she looked to when the realisation dawned in her shell-shocked eyes.

"Hollowpaw." She gasped out, her voice barely above a whisper. She couldn't catch her breath. She couldn't move a pawstep. Her brother. Her littermate.

She placed a paw gently on Hollowkit's throat, not putting any weight on it. After catching her breath, she sprang back to let him regain his paws. "I know you let me win, newt-brain." She flicked her tail at him, smiling. "There's no way you, mister nimble paws himself, trips that easily."

Hollowpaw was dead.

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There was a terrible, ear piercing screech that wracked his brain as the massive tabby tomcat collided with the Owl Queen as she moved to fly away despite the obvious injuries to her feathered limbs. In all honesty, the heavy set warrior was not truly prepared to once again land his claws into the soft flesh of her chest upon his heaving leap from the forest floor below. 

He had been lucky enough to land a blow the first time, let along crash down to the pine needled scattered along the roots and knarls of the Nightclan's forest with the intimidatingly stature of Deathclaw beneath him.

Pain, like a fire blazing through his veins, shot down Buckfur's spine as a sharp and rather curved beak slammed against his head. She barely missed gouging out one of his emerald pools as it sliced the thin skin above while colliding with his skull beneath the brown striped fur of his face. Her second blow tore through his ear, splattered blood down his muzzle and nearly blinding him with the copper scented crimson liquid. 

Despite the swelling pain building within his head, Buckfur merely dug his claws deeper into the belly of the owl, feeling feathers crunch beneath his paw pads as he held on for dear life. Either Deathclaw was going to die, or the warrior was at least going to try and take her down with him. At that thought, there was a ping of pain that lanced his heart at the idea of leaving Nettleheart alone. 

The beautiful calico had already been through so much, especially with the recent loss of her white coated brother. A new fire flared within the tabby's chest, fueling the notion that he had to come back to Nightclan. He had to come back to where she waited within the comfort of their cavernous, underground camp. There was no owl that was strong enough to keep him from her, not even Starclan would stay his paws and claws at a time like this.

Baring his fangs, Buckfur wrapped his muzzle around the twisting neck of the raptor below him. The tang of blood drenched his tongue as she struggled and screeched. In a last ditch effort to relieve her body of the tabby warrior's weight, she kicked out her curled talons against the softness of his unprotected belly. 

Blood splattered her feathers and the ground around them as Buckfur hissed through her plumage. His belly burned as those deadly hooks of Deathclaw slice through thick fur and soft flesh, though the Nightclanner refused to acknowledge the wound or the pain for the time being. The bird was growing weaker with each passing second, her wings beat harmlessly against the ground below as she tried to send out another high-pitched cry from her bloodied beak. 

Moments passed as the red liquid from her throat slowly stopped bubbling against his mouth, causing Buckfur to release his hold on the creature. Her wide eyes stared blankly into nothingness as her round head fell to the ground with a soft 'thud'. 

Taking a step back the large warrior felt a light-headedness ease it's way through his body. Blood coated his long fur, a combination of both his and Deathclaw's as he wearily watched Clovermask make her way up to check on the bird, to check and make sure the wretched thing was truly gone from their nightmares. The aches of his body quickly making their presence known as the rush of adrenaline slowly started to wean away.

And ear twitched upon the sound of Bramblepaw nearby, the normally bubbly apprentice with a mask of pain and grief stretching through her gaze. Buckfur wasn't entirely sure what she said, his head pounding from the blood-loss and inflicted wounds among his body. Each paw-step felt like the ambush pond was sucking him down as he tried to get up. He had a sinking feeling though, the faint scent of a lost apprentice reaching his nose as he tried to make his way to where the young she-cat stood.

"Bramble...paw." His deep tone rumbled within his chest, though as he heard it, it sounded farther away than it should have. The massive tom's legs felt weak with each movement and without realizing it, the warrior seemed to be swaying on his paws. He felt the need to comfort Graywolf's apprentice, but for some reason a seeping blackness started to coat his vision as a distant voice called out his name. Moondance, perhaps? 

Nettleheart... It was his finally thought before inky darkness completely blocked his view of the world around him and in a sudden occurrence the massive tabby warrior collapsed in a heap of ruffled fur, feathers and blood. His body was drained and exhaustion was setting in with blood-loss.

Light up your wildest dreams

BuCKfUr

40 Moons Warrior NightClan

Fawn Katara ♛ 𝔽𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 || 814 words || No death, just blood loss xD get him to Shadowchaser <3