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Ransack screeched when Yarrowsong bit into his side the tom kicking out his back legs and ripping himself free, sending blood everywhere. After pulling himself free he went to town to pummel at her sides. This little tom was quick and wily, and once he was free he began to move all around Yarrowsong, jumping over her swiping claws to instead grab hold of the soft flesh of her ear and about to bite down hard, aiming to tear into the sensitive tender flesh of her ear.
Consuela Smokecloud woke with a start when he heard the warning call but before he could move, his beloved mate shot out of the den toward the nursery. Instinctively, he followed, racing hard on her heals. Although, he skidded to a halt at the entrance, spun around, and began guarding the nursery while Mossbreeze took care of the queens and kits.
Jetclaw Fawnheart nodded a thanks to Softpelt before grabbing as many of the herb bundles as she could carry and rushed out of the den. She was racing through the camp, keeping a close eye for any injured cats needing her assistance.
Jetclaw Finchwatcher felt Elyon attack and bite down on her leg. She yowled in pain and surprise as she was dragged into the undergrowth. Once in the undergrowth, Elyon continued to tear at her flesh. Hot rage pulsed through her and she raked blindly at Elyon wherever she could, forgetting every specific move she had learned throughout her years due to blinding rage. "You stupid furball! Get out of my camp!" She screeched.
(Jet, Eylon can take a trophy from Finchwatcher when she kills her! Also, anyone can attack Fawnheart at any time! But she won't be dying! Just seriously and badly injured!)
Viperstream frantically searched Yarrowsong for any wounds but there were only minor cuts.Thank goodness. A wave of relief rushed through his body, glad that she wasn't harmed. But that moment of time was only short-lived as he was caught off guard by a ginger mass. Before he knew it, his muzzle was scratched to shreds, blood starting to well from them. He winced from the pain, but luckily that saved him from getting his eyes gouged out from another wave of swiping claws. He stumbled back, more blood trickling down his face. He caught a break when he felt something spring past him and into his attacker giving him a moment to briefly to compose himself.
He cursed under his breath as he tried to wiped the blood from his eyes. Although he couldn't see what was going on, he could hear it. From the sound of it, Yarrowsong must be fighting his attacking. Through squinted eyes, he attempted to get an idea of what was going on around him. But all he could see was red and a vague outline of cats in front of him. Wiping furiously, he continued to clear his sight. The second time he opened them, it was better but still tinged red, but he saw just enough. The ginger cat was latched onto Yarrowsong about to bite into her. I can't let that happen. A deep feeling of rage filled him. He hissed, his lips pulling back from his fangs, further opening his cuts, he ignored the pain and lunged toward Ransack. He bit down on the small tom by his backside and slammed him down and dug the claws of one paw hard into his pelt. From the warm feeling, he must have drew blood. Good.
Looking back toward Yarrowsong, he called out to her. "Are you okay?"
Harewhisker hissed. She'd been about to fight the other cat when out of nowhere something sharp and painful had landed on her face. As the kit bit down on her nose, blood began to pour out everywhere. The Trusted reached up a clawed paw to bat the little cat off of her face. She wouldn't hurt a kit but she definitely didn't want it latched onto her either. Faith
Thistlepaw's eyes were wide as she watched everything happening. The cat who had thrown a kitten at the Trusted was holding down another cat and Thistlepaw only thought for a second about what she should do before turning around and fleeing. She wanted to help but she'd never fought before.
Jetclaw In his daze, Jackalfang lost which direction his PI attack was until she was upon him. Her chilling words left him feel confused as he sought to swat at her, claw extended but missed due to the powerful nausea that held him trapped. Then suddenly, a powerfully painful slap across his face made him stagger back, barley allowing him to hold his stance, but a follow up slap threw him back to the dirt forest floor and his vision was tainted red. The vicious slaps had caused a curtain of blood to cover his vision and he was left blind and weak. He slammed against the forest floor loudly, exhaling painfully as he remained sprawled on the floor, unable to move. He blink painfully, trying his best to look past the blood. The world was turning a hazy red and the howls and hisses were becoming muffled. In the midst of the scents, he caught the scent of the Springclan leader. A small part of him found relief. He wasn't sure if at this point, it was just his mind playing tricks or if Thistlestar had really come to their aid, but all he knew was that the pain was subsiding and his world was becoming more peaceful, more quiet...
Crimsoncrown had attempted to dodge the rouge's attack, but his reach was longer than the warrior calculated, managing to snag a clean scratch across her forehead. It wasn't deep, but the cut was wide enough to cause a small stream of blood to trick down her vision. She stepped back quickly to rub away the blood that began to stain her vision but to no avail. Luckily, it was just one eye, so she had maintained her sight on the cat. The attack, as painful as it was, was fuel for the ginger she-cat. With a powerful yowl, the warrioress broke into a surprisingly fast sprint, bowling into Ichi, her claws extended out as she latched onto the rouge and began to tossle with the cat, her growing rage building as the heat of the battle grew.
Thistlestar's iron grip remained tightly on the cat under him, an wild expression replaced his usual calm and collected appearance. His attacks grew more prominent and powerful as he dug deeper in his strikes, but a pain in his tail tore him violently from his first victim and he turned quickly, took quickly to his next target, San who had made the mistake to draw the attention of a very anger and protective Springclan Leader. The swift and expert turn was fast and before San could register what had just happened, Thistlestar threw a left hook, claws extended to the dip that met the rouge's shoulder and neck. His claws dug in painfully at the muscle located there and will his hook, Thistlestar threw himself and his full weight into the attack all while dug deep into the cat's shoulder, managing to throw the cat down into the dirt and onto his side with Thistlestar towering right above him "Get. Out." The leader snarled outloud into the clearing.
JetclawpLuto Yarrowsong yelped painfully as the cat fought back, kicking her back so hard that she went rolling into the dirt. Her once beautiful white pelt was now stained in a mixture of dirt, PI blood and her own blood which was now flowing from the deep scratching inflicted on her. She rose quickly, wincing painfully from the scratches but her duo colored gaze remained on Ransack who started to circle the warrior. She watched doe-eyed, mimicing his moments in attempt to keep her back safe. As she did, she glance back at Viperstream who was struggle to clear his vision. The moment was distraction enough for Ransack who lunged and delivered a painful blow, latching onto her head painfully as he barley missed the softness of her ears. She cried out as she felt the cat above her pull back, most likely to deliver a new attack only for the weight to suddenly leave her. She stumbled off to the side only to collapse. She felt her head pounding painfully as she freshest of wounds around her head and neck flowed with blood. She blink as patches grew across her vision. She couldn't see further than 3 feet ahead of her nor a clear picture of her dirtied paws but she could feel the searing pain of her wounds. They were deep, deeper than anything she had endured before. Panic set in as she struggled to catch her breath. She slowly rose to her paws, stumbling forward slightly as she fought to find the sight of Viperstream through the growing patches. "Viper-" She breathed, her eyes rolling around in the discombobulated mess. It felt like hours before she finally heard the voice she had been searching for. "Are you okay?" The words sounded so far and odd. Yarrowsong blinked in attempt to clear her spotty vision but it didn't help-
SpotJetclaw "Yarrowsong... look at me." A rough voice urged causing the she-cat to turn. Sapphiresmoke took in the white and red stained she-cat. The wounds were deep and were seeping with blood. The story-teller stared on with concern though fear clutched at his chest. "Fawnheart, Softpelt!" He called for the medicine cats, all while snatching the young warrior's scruff, dragging her away as far as he could manage from the fight, but his aged body ached with protest. The weight, though not much, proved to be difficult for the senior cat, but he fought through, his slow movements giving him some progress in his goal.
cookieSpot Mossbreeze stepped back out of the nursery to meet her mate. Before she could explain the plan, she noted the small exchange apprentice running by. The name came quickly to her memory as she called out to the apprentice "Thistlepaw!" She cried, watching as the apprentice turned to her. "Come quick!" She called, turning to Smokecloud, her green gaze pleading to assist the apprentice. As much as her motherly instinct urged her to grab the apprentice who was of age with her own kits, her paws remained planted at the thresh hold of the den.
Consuela Smokecloud really didn't want to leave Mossbreeze to defend the nursery by herself but he could never resist her beautiful eyes. She could get him to do anything for her just by looking at him. He let out a sigh. "I will go help him. Please be careful and be safe. I love you." He gave her a quick, affectionate lick between the ears before turning and bolting toward Thistlepaw.
cookie "Thistlepaw" Smokecloud called to him, coming to the apprentices side. "Why don't you assist me in protecting the nursery." He suggested, keeping an eye out to make sure they weren't going to be attacked while the apprentice made up his mind. He didn't want the apprentice to be seen as a coward if the clan saw him fleeing or hiding in the nursery. If he was assisting Smokecloud in protecting the nursery, they would have more respect for the young cat. "We can defend it together. It's the most important thing to defend and I know you can do it."
Ava stepped back from Jackalfang with a satisfied smile. It would seem he was quite tough to have pulled so much strength when he was clearly very close to dead. Though she wanted to make him suffer further for the humiliation, there was more cats to kill. So she darted around the dying Jackalfang to head towards the camp after the rest of PI. She wouldn't bother harvesting a trophy from this cat. That was Elyon's twisted preference. She was here to just rack up the kills and with Jackalfang dying there was nothing left to do here.
"Meep!" San squeaked, he heard the pattering of paws as Ava ran away from the bleeding out Jackalfang. "Okay, sure but your warrior over there is dying, maybe you should focus on that!" He said before he thrust his paws up, into Thistlestar's chest. His claws doing little damage as he was more focused on kicking Thistlestar off of him. Thistlestar's claw tore away a large chunk of his fur and caused a bloody wound on his shoulder.
"Let's get back to Elyon brothers!" San cried stumbling to recover his footing after escaping Thistlestar's claws, "Run!" He cried, and rather than run for the border he ran after Elyon's freshest scent trail and the trail of their cohorts which carried him back towards the camp.
Ni didn't need to be told twice, he staggered to his paws and rushed over to Ichi and Crimsoncrown, ducking his head and slamming his shoulder into her to knock her off balance.
In that moment, Ichi slipped out of her claws and the two brother tore after San running for the camp.
ConsuelapLutoSpot Softpelt hurried over to Sapphiresmoke and Yarrowsong, "Right, right, get her over here, we need to get a sheltered spot." She urged, nodding to a small overhang and guiding them towards it. "Fawnheart get the cobwebs, she's losing a lot of blood."
Ransack let out a cackle and twisted to focus on Viperstream, darting in and swiping at his head before drawing back. Trying to use his agility to keep Viperstream off balance then he bunched his legs and leapt to get onto Viperstream's back and start clawing, his ragged cackling continuing.
Spot Elyon didn't answer, and instead continued to bite and dig her claws into the flesh of Finchwatcher's leg, ripping into tendons and muscle. Then pulling back with a dark bloody grin even as Finchwatcher's claws landed a scratch on her cheek. Then the proxy opened her bloody jaws, and then chomped down completely. Teeth scissoring away muscle, tendon and flesh. Then she pulled back taking with her a chunk of raw flesh, exposing the bone underneath, effectively destroying the use of that limb.
Jetclaw Consuela Fawnheart immediately grabbed the cobwebs and began tending to Yarrowsong's wounds. "Hang in there, Yarrowsong. I need you to fight." She told the white warrior, even if she couldn't hear her. She then began putting pressure on her wounds, attempting to stop the fast flowing blood.
Jetclaw Finchwatcher yowled in pain, tears coming to her eyes as flesh was torn from her leg. She dropped her head, all energy drained from her body. She didn't even want to move. Hot pain pulsed through her body and she could feel the blood soaking her fur. She looked at Eylon out of the corner of her eye. "You won't get away with this, Eylon. Springclan will avenge all the lives you take today. You will fall."
SpringClan Camp Spot Elyon let out a soft hushing noise. "Shh, shh, enough of that," She said as if she was a mother cat hushing a particularly rowdy kit. She lifted a paw to turn Finchwatcher's head to look at her. "Sorry about the leg, but you looked so flighty I needed to make sure you stayed still." She let out a hum as she leaned in, studying her. "You have such beautiful eyes you know."
She moved forward planting her hind paws on Finchwatcher's body to keep her down. "As for getting away with this," Her paw holding Finchwatcher's muzzle shifted to pressing her head back down onto the ground, turning it forcefully to one side. Then she held up her other forepaw, the claws glinting as she moved them towards Finchwatchers eye. "I always do."
Jetclaw Finchwatcher stared in horror as Eylon's claws got dangerously close to her eye. She tried to squirm but Eylon had a strong hold on her and she was already exhausted and in pain and have lost a lot of blood. Even if she managed to get free, she wouldn't get very far. She knew this was her end. She knew she was going to die today and it would be at the claws of Eylon. Finchwatcher watched as her life flashed before her eyes. Of all the things she got to do, she had never found love. She had always worked to serve Springclan but never did anything for herself. She never passed on her genes, she never experienced what it would be like to fall in love and start a family. She still wanted that but it was too late...A tear fell from her green eyes. "Just end me..." She whispered, her voice shaking.
"Oh I will, but first, it's a shame to let those eyes go to waste," Then Elyon buried her claw above her eye and began to painfully cut it out. Using one claw to slice apart the flesh around it, blood flowing from the face wound. Even as Finchwatcher began to struggle and scream, Elyon just shushed her and continued to work. "Come on now, just grit and bear it, it'll be over soon." She said finishing clawing around her eye then reached in, and extracted it.
Jetclaw Finchwatcher screamed as the pain shot into her eye socket and into her head. It didn't take long before everything went dark in her right eye. Panicking, she began to squirm but it was pointless. Her good eye watched as Elyon pulled out her right eye. "Your crazy!' she screamed, still attempting to squirm. Honestly, she would have rather died before Elyon decided to take her eye.
Spot Elyon hummed, "If I am you should take it up with my mother," She said inspecting the eye. "Lovely, your eyes will be a lovely addition to a new pool in my bone garden," She purred as she set it aside, the green eye looking towards the remaining eye in Finchwatcher's head as Elyon turned her head to continue her work. "Now, shhh, shhhhhh, just one more and then I'll put you out of your misery," She said claws moving towards Finchwatcher's other eye.
Thistlestar snarled threateningly at San, but his words made his heart drop. He turned briefly just in time to see Ava breaking away from Jackalfang who lied in a pool of blood. This was the moment San took to escape Thistlestar's clutches. Before Thistlestar could full react, the rest of the cat's fled, one even slamming into a wounded Crimsoncrown who snarled in anger. Thistlestar watched as they ran in the direction of camp. His stomach dropped and as he took a step forward to begin the chase, Crimsoncrown's raspy voice called out "Thistlestar!"
He turned quickly to find the wounded warrior standing at Jackalfang's side, her amber eyes wide and glossy. He sprinted over to their side to find a blood tattered Jackalfang, his breathes slow and shaky as he struggled to hold on.
"Jackalfang, can you hear me?" Thistlestar urged, his voice stern yet shaky as he watched the warrior shift slightly at his voice. It took a moment before the bleeding warrior turned his head to the direction of the leader
"Go." He breathed, his eyes remaining shut as he lowered his back down, visibly exhausted by the simple movement. Thistlestar stared on, his own eyes glossy as he watched the warrior exhale one last time. The leader dipped his head in respect, his brows furrowed tightly. Crimsoncrown also fell quiet in the brief moment but she spoke up shortly after "Thistlestar, some of the rouges followed Yarrowsong back to camp. She left to warn the others." She urged quietly. There was emotion in her words, uncharacteristically, that revealed the her own inner conflict to leave. "We have to go."
Thistlestar looked up to meet the she-cat's gaze which was now brimmed with tears, but her expression was hard in attempt to control the emotions that raged within her. He nodded shortly, looking back to the now peaceful body of Jackalfang "Thank you for your service Jackalfang." He spoke up "Wait for us, we will be back." With those last words the leader rose and turned on his heels before breaking into a sprint. Crimsoncrown followed, though due to her wounds, she was much slower...
Ava had been a ways ahead of San, Ichi and Ni, so when she arrived the dark tabby took in the chaos and took a moment to just breathe it in. Watching the bloodshed and devastation that had taken hold of SpringClan's camp, then she spotted three cats crouched over the one remaining cat who had been in the patrol and she grinned darkly. Seemed the little messenger had made it home.
Then she could die at home.
Ava charged towards the three cats and seeing one of the cats applying cobwebs and with a bundle of herbs beside her, she targetted her.
With a yowl that made Softpelt's head snap up from her work to look towards the dark tabby, the dark tabby latched onto Fawnheart and slammed her to the ground.
San, Ichi and Ni burst into the camp the trio of golden toms blinking in surprise.
"Mates, I thought we were running away." Ni muttered.
"No this is perfect! We will redeem ourselves to miss Elyon! Find a target! Get a trophy, go for the eyes, she likes that!" Ichi declared and the three scattered.
"oooo I wonder what's over here!" San said going over to the nursery and poking his head inside.
JetclawSpot Yarrowsong's vision continued to spot, her head rolling around in attempt to figure out what was going on. There was pain in being dragged but nothing compared to some of the other wounds. Voices spoke up around her and she couldn't make out the meanings or whom was talking. In the mixture of scents she couldn't even figure out who was near her. "V-viper-" She tried calling out, but her words were slurred and almost incoherent.
Sapphiresmoke finally dragged the warrior into the direction the medicine cat's guided him to, placing Yarrowsong down careful. His body ached like it had never ached before but he kept his pains to himself, instead watching as the medicine cat's worked hard to assist the wounded warrior.
JetclawSpot A sudden and powerful weight bulldozed into Elyon's side, launching her some impressive tail lengths away. Thistlestar stood protectively over Finchrunner, his chest heaving heavily thanks to the race he made to camp and the growing anger that rose within him. His ears laid flat against his head as he stared down the leader of the ambush. A few moments later, Crimsoncrown entered, gasping with exhaustion "That's her-" She called to Thistlestar, donning a threatening look of her own as she recognized Elyon.
JetclawSpot Ava didn't get a chance to do more damage before she was suddenly tackled and pinned under the grey pelt of Sapphiresmoke, his sapphire blue eye glaring down at the rouge with eerie confidence "Not today." He snarled quietly, his full weight pressed tightly against Ava's chest, his claws digging deep. This was his moment, one he never thought he would have again. He was more prepared than Ava could imagine. Death did not scare the Story-Teller. He was ready.
Jetclaw The moment San popped his head into the nursery, he was met with a clawed slap to the face. Mossbreeze snarled loudly as she stepped forward from the nursery, her black and white fur standing high as she took a defensive stance, ready for retaliation. "Wrong den." She threatened in a low growl as she watched San recoup from the surprise attack.
Elyon shook herself as she was knocked aside. She took a moment to recover her paws and flicked her tail, "I hope you didn't get my trophy all dirty they don't look as nice when there's dirt covering the irises you know," She said narrowing her eyes then she let out a sigh of relief when she saw the eye she'd taken from Finchwatcher was still sitting beside the she cat. "Good you didn't ruin it, taking those out isn't easy you know." She said.
She sighed, "If you want the rest of her so much, then fine, now move aside so I can get my trophy," She said waving her paw in a shooing motion, the golden she cat looking not at all intimidated or threatened by Thistlestar or Crimsoncrown. Instead she looked more put out, like they'd just bumped into her while she was walking. Rather than having just thrown her away from a cat she was mutiliating.
San immediately jerked his head back from the slap. Crouching defensively when he saw the intimidating form of Mossbreeze. So once he got his wits back and blood dripped down from his cheek. He simply nodded and stepped back. "Right, wrong den," He said then backed away.
