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"Hah." Lyn narrowed his eyes. If only. But he knew if he walked away from a fight and anyone saw, it would be his life on the line. The League he knew did not take kindly to cowards and defectors, and they would never let him walk away from here if he dishonored their group. The only way this fight would end was with victory or death.
The slender tom took a brief moment to rub at his eyes, though instead of soothing the itch it only grew worse. He huffed as he replaced his paw and turned to face her again.
"No. But if you run away now, maybe I'll spare your life," he suggested. He didn't give her much time to decide, already stalking forward.
If you want to shine like the sun, first you must burn like the sun ~ SunClan High Priestess
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Post by racer on Aug 22, 2020 11:58:28 GMT -5
Softcall swallowed hard, backing into a tumble of claws from other cats that were engaged in a battle behind them making her jump forward until the two cats were nearly nose to nose "I don't want to fight you!" she wailed, trying to turn around and flee through the crowd
Lyn's paw shot up as they faced each other, but by the time he was striking she had turned away again, and his paw passed harmlessly through the air. He hissed in frustration. She was fleeing, so he should let her go, like he said he would.. but then his eye caught one of his clanmates, and he sighed. Lyn sprinted after her and swiped low at her back legs to knock them out from under her.
If you want to shine like the sun, first you must burn like the sun ~ SunClan High Priestess
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Post by racer on Aug 22, 2020 12:19:05 GMT -5
Softcall fell the the ground with a loud thump as he back legs were swept out from underneathe her "You promised!!!" she squealed, scrambling to get her feet underneathe her before Lyn made his move but the ground was soft with mud and blood and she couldn't get any traction.
Ivory was in the thick of it, wounded. Her ivory fur was turning a blood red from the scratches covering her body from the battle. But she didn’t stop, didn’t care if she died even. The she-cat turned back into the middle of the fray, attacking the nearest cat.
(kill her please. Along with Sunrisemosaic and Swallowbelly.)
"I know," he replied reproachfully, unhappy with the reminder. But it wasn't going to stop him. He lunged onto her, pinning her down to the ground and using one paw to push her head down. His claws dug into the soft flesh of her throat and ripped across slowly. "Sorry," Lyn muttered, holding her down as the wound began to weep.
Veneta smiled a little sheepishly "I mean... Yeah,"
Shezri smiled at Fawnheart as she crept forward. "How unfortunate for you. Perhaps in the next life you will think on your mistakes. Your time is up medicine cat. Shezri will coat her claws with your blood." With that, she leapt forward and attacked.
Fawnheart's eyes widened in horror as Shezri launched at her but there was nothing she could do. She felt claws and teeth sink into her soft fur and into her delicate skin. The cream Somali cat hit the ground, struggling under the weight of the other cat. Luckily, Fawnheart had some basic battle training with her mentor and could at least get some good blows in. While Shezri had her pinned, she began thrash repetitively at Shezri's underbelly with her back claws, clinging to Shrezi's shoulders to hold her in place.
Elyon sneered. "Don't play at understanding my greater designs, you're already dead." She said giggling before she moved forwards aiming for one of Crimsoncrown's legs snapping to grab the leg in her teeth as her other paws went to rake into the joint where the tendons and important muscles to enable the limb to function lay.
If the cat refused to die, she'd simply start taking her apart until she expired.
Cornelius simply chuckled the massive ginger brute of a tom rearing up and swatting at Sunrisemosaic, knocking his meaty paw against her head. Then the rest of him surged forward to slam into her and force her to the ground, hind paws digging into the flesh.
Alright! And Sunrise is dead! And so is swallowbelly
Sunrisemosaic Laos dying, bleeding out form her wounds. Her eyes strayed to the den containing the kits and sent a prayer to StarClan taht they would live. Not far away another laid dead, Swallowbelly had lost his fight with his own opponent and was merely a body in the series of blood shed.
Spot In her blind panic, Mossbreeze didn't realize her mate was upon her until a dark shadow casted above her. His welcoming scent was tinged with blood but it was still strong enough to snap her out of her storming emotions. "Smokecloud- they took Powderkit" She cried outloud as her head bounced around the camp wildly in hopes of seeing the stolen kit in the crowd but there was no sign. They were already gone.
Jetclaw Crimsoncrown saw the she-cat's intention and felt prepared for the attack. As Elyon snapped at one of her legs, she moved just in time, but had not anticipated the other paw that raked it's claws down her other leg and the tender meat under her pelt. The warrior snarled in a mixture of pain and anger, but her sound was cut off as she felt her other legs go weak under her as the new pain ripped through her already weakened body. She felt her back leg slip, causing her to crash completely onto the branch, now fullly support on the branch by laying on her stomach alone. The only thing that kept her stable on the branch was Elyon's deadly grasp on her leg. Her bright amber eyes were now glassy with immense pain, but her brows were knitted tightly with a fury that went beyond. A storm of protectiveness, fear and anger pulsed through her powerfully through her. Knowing she was the underhand now, she did all she could to remain unfazed despite her heart racing hard against her chest. "That may be the case, but it looks like your other designs are falling quite short..." She pointed out with strange acceptance and peace, despite her jagged and pain-filled breathing. She turned down to watch as the tide of Springclan cat's began to overwhelm the rouge cats. "Your times are running up here in Springclan."
(I think this might mark the ending of the thread)
"Uh, Ichi! Think it's time we scram!" Ni said the two golden toms were feeling the stings of the scratches they'd been given by the SpringClan cats and the duo took off after where San had gone. Though Ichi let out an irritated hiss as he did so.
Cornelius stepped off Sunrisemosiac as she died snorting and shaking his head.
Then his ears swivelled towards a rustling bush and his eyes narrowed the brute opening his mouth. Sure enough there was his sister's scent and his eyes gleamed.
He stalked over to there, unbothered by the surge of SpringClan warriors as they rallied and surged to defend their home.
Elyon drew back chuckling. "Don't claim to know anything about my designs." The golden she cat was about to plunge forward when Cornelius stepped over to them eyes fixated on Crimsoncrown.
"This one should've died earlier." He said simply.
Elyon huffed. "She's stubborn that way," She grumbled. "I'll finish her and go,"
"No, let us finish this properly." Cornelius said.
He moved forward then before the weakening Crimsoncrown could react, Cornelius snatched her by her scruff and dragged her upwards clambering onto the perch from which Thistlestar spoke. Below Elyon looked surprised, then her eyes lit up with dark delight.
"This cat, shall breathe no longer, upon her death, we leave!" Elyon yowled as Cornelius whipped his head forward muscles straining with the effort as he released Crimsoncrown and let the she cat crash to the ground below.
Elyon didn't wait to make sure the impact killed her dead, instead the golden she cat let out a caterwaul, she ducked low snatching up the eye she'd stolen from Finchwatcher and darted out of the SpringClan camp, several other Primal Instinct cats taking her lead and following after her.
Cornelius leapt down, kicked some dirt over Crimsoncrown's fallen form before taking off after his sister as well.
