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After a deadly, calculated attack on an unsuspecting Springclan by Primal Instinct, Thistlestar and the rest of Springclan has determine vengeance is warranted and needed to honor the lives lost in the surprise attack. Springclan has enlisted the help of their alliance, Summerclan and the two have paired together to retaliate in a surprise attack at dawn in hopes of taking them by surprise which is successful.
After taking PI by surprise, PI will send out scouts to gain reinforcements from Dayclan who will then assist towards the end of the fighting and help run out Summerclan and Springclan from the fight.
FOR THOSE WHO WANT TO JOIN IN THE FIGHT:
In your first response, please note at the top of your response which cats you are willing to kill off or badly injury that way we can all plot amoungst each other within the fighting. I will be showing an example of this in my first response just in case this didn't make sense.
Aside from this, have fun and may you have fun in the bloody mess that will be this battle!
Thistlestar stepped forward through the brush, his sharp gazed focused ahead. His steps were silent and soft but his movements were calculated and powerful, exuding an equally powerful energy with each movement he made. He was ready, more than ready. Ratstar stood by at his side, probably taking in the scene before them, but Thistlestar couldn't tell. He was far too focused on the plan which had begun to unveil before his eyes. His ears flickered as he heard the smallest of noises behind him. The sound of quiet breathing, cat's following closely behind, soften rustling of grass beneath paws. Their numbers were large. Despite the losses, Springclan's mightest warrior stepped up to the plate, hungry for the vengeance they knew they deserved.
The faces of those lost passed through the Springclan leader's mind in quick flashes and he could feel his muscles tense and ripple with fueled anticipation. His usually stern expression was uncommonly cold and intimidating as he stared ahead...
Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 18, 2020 20:06:35 GMT -5
Primal Instinct
They must have been early, not close enough for the grass to become concrete. Primal Instinct wasn't set up like most clans. Rather than one camp where everyone slept, each district had its own camp with hunters running back and forth from each camp as they pleased. Eyes must have followed them, especially for such a big group. Not that most cared for the League in the first place, so the intruders were of no concern.
The sun was just peaking out of the sky when he caught the odd scent. When Funk slept, Venti sat awake, guarding him in place of the assassin they didn't have. Whatever was coming was not good, that much he could tell. The orange and white tom charged out of camp, heading towards the Punishment district to alert them. Though in his haste, he left the Nemesis sleeping. Only his ear flicking to even hint he was alive.
winterclan's leader and mistakenly caught floaty thing
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Post by simplylight on Sept 18, 2020 20:18:27 GMT -5
Primal Instinct
Yeet let out a yawn as he stood guard outside the Punishment district. His eyes strolled lazily over the grounds, clearly taking his job seriously. The mini-funk-looking-tom sighed as a figure started approaching from the distance. It was probably just a cat from one of the other districts trying to play a prank or something.
Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 22, 2020 13:32:06 GMT -5
Primal Instinct
Venti was not the fastest runner, he barely did it. He was used to just walking from place to place in the lab. Now it felt like his legs were overextending and his heart would pound out of his chest by the time he reached Yeet. The Enforcer took a few gasping breaths, wheezing as his breath came out as puffs in the cool air. "We... we have a big... group coming. Whatever it is... it's massive." Venti's paws shuffled in the midst of his panic, "Ugh... okay. I couldn't tell you where they're going to strike, but we should meet at the main camp, no? Tell Innocentia, then have her send someone to alert Foreign Affairs. I'll hit Internal and Ambassadors. And if this is nothing, you guys can beat me up later, okay?" An odd promise, but Punishment was always looking for new people to torture. Not like it could be any worse than what Funk had done to him. Before Yeet could respond, Venti ran off again.
(spring and summer, feel free to attack the main camp. it will take the districts a bit to get there so you'll still have the surprise)
Lucistic hardly slept anymore, especially on days when he was in the league. Working in the Punishment District he almost never had a good idea on what time it was given the dark chambers. Exiting the Punishment District he blinked a few times as light drizzled into the dark forest of the league. He let out a groan and began to pad out of camp to head over to DayClan like he always did, but there was a rumbling in the distance he couldn't quite place. The sound was coming from the west, which was ordinary because there was nothing exciting out that way but mountainous landscapes.
He rolled his shoulders back, before lying down, too tired to sit and wait for what was to come. Lucistic was a massive tom with sleek black fur and radioactive green eyes. He towered over most and while he didn't appear muscular thanks to his shadow complexion his body was toned to the point that he almost had a dark metallic look to himself.
Harewhisker followed her leader, calm and composed. She was ready to do what needed to be done, and it would be a lie to say the Trusted didn't want revenge. Awaiting orders, the she-cat raked her claws along the ground, trying to wiggle out the adrenaline that typically pushed her to move.
Primal Instinct Elyon had returned to her old abode of the Butcher's shop, the golden she cat in the back turning dirt over the rotting gore from her bone garden. The smell lingered but the plants were flourishing.
When she'd first created the bone garden in the back of her home in the butcher's shop she hadn't expected actual plants to flourish in it as a result. She'd truly just wanted an area to arrange her trophies.
But she had to admit she was quite pleased with the blood red blooms now draped over the harsh white of bleached bones. She left a few sticking out as she set about the work of cleaning up the garden. Making the garden haunting and beautiful.
"I'll need to make something this lovely in my new district at some point," Elyon mused. "Shame there weren't more trophies from that trip to Spring, but I'll fix that eventually." She mused.
Practice made perfect, she'd come up with a way to acquire more trophies soon enough.
Post by GidgetGal on Sept 26, 2020 20:58:32 GMT -5
Summerclan -- Seasparkleflash can be seriously injured, but not killed
Ratstar was fixed at Thistlestar's side, matching the larger tom's movements almost step-for-step. His single eye scanned the vast, darkly forested territory before them, running over the plan in his mind for not the first time that day. The limber brown tabby tom was not a fighter by any means - he had survived in the twolegplace for so long through speed and cunning, rather than muscle and force. But Primal Instinct was far more formattable than the mindless brutes he stole scraps from so long ago; if they were going to be victorious today, this plan had to go off without a hitch.
When they got close enough to the League's main camp - not close enough to raise immediate alarm, but it wouldn't be impossible for some cat to pick up their scent by now - the Summerclan leader stopped, glancing over his shoulder at their battle patrol and gesturing silently with his tail. The first part of their plan: Thistlestar would lead the main fighting force straight into Primal Instinct's camp, while Ratstar's group would sneak around the side, ideally cutting off any reinforcements that may come in from the other districts.
Without hesitation, Redguard member Mudthistle moved to follow close behind her leader; despite her personal reservations about this attack, the havana brown she-cat was at least relieved that apprentices were forbidden from being apart of this. With her family safe at camp, she could focus on her real goal; protecting her leader and fighting for the honor of both Summerclan and Springclan. It would be a lie to say that she wasn't secretly looking forward to it.
Meanwhile, Seasparkleflash remained to stay with Thistlestar's group. The ginger tom's claws dug anxiously in his cold dirt underpaw, though it was hard to stay whether it was a result of excitement or fear. The former Waterclan tom never had a chance to fight for his old clan before it was destroyed - this was his big chance to show what he could really do.
winterclan's leader and mistakenly caught floaty thing
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Post by simplylight on Sept 26, 2020 21:11:46 GMT -5
PI
Yeet let out a sigh at first, but seeing the urgency in Venti's expression made him a little more on edge. He gave a nod right as the other cat rushed off and turned around just in time to see Lucistic. "Oh hey, we might have an evasion on our paws. You happen to know where her majesty, Innocentia, is slumbering?" The bengal meowed a little too casually for the situation. (stalling for springclan c'x yeet is a good staller tbh)
Shina's whiskers twitched as he watched his groupmates sleep from his spot on top of the claw machine in Party City.
Spring - Viper will survive this Viperstream trailed behind the two leaders, deep in thought. There was a sense of excitement he still couldn't understand the source of. Ever since the battle back in the camp, he had felt a slight difference in his attitude But, for someone reason, the changes didn't feel unnatural, in a way. He was curious as to what brought the new feelings on but that expedition would have to come at a later time. Clearing his mind, he composed himself. Right now, they had a mission to carry out.
Summer - Asher will be living as well He didn't get to leave camp often so when this opportunity came up, he jumped on it. He didn't have any emotional ties to SpringClan it didn't matter. Besides, he would be able to see some action. As much as he didn't want to admit it to himself, he felt his fighting prowess wasn't where it used to be. Although Summer would be in more of a supportive role, this could prove to be a chance to finally release his suppressed lust for blood.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Sept 27, 2020 17:11:29 GMT -5
SummerClan - Dustfeather and Ravenmask will live and take minimal damage, Graythorn, an MC will not fight and will live not be injured
Dustfeather looked around at his surroundings, the stench of Primal Instinct in his nose. It had been far too long since he'd been in a real battle and he was actually looking forward to it. It surprised him, however, that they were able to come this far into an enemy territory unchallenged. Those Primal Instinct cats are probably so smug they can't imagine being attacked in their own territory, he thought. Well they'll have a deadly surprise!
Ravenmask walked near Dustfeather in the battle patrol. Ahead of him he could see Mudthistle and Ratstar. All this waiting for the battle to begin was getting on his nerves. He had never been in a major battle before. Of course there had been small border fights mostly with rogues but this was something different.
Graythorn who traveled at the back of the patrol looked about for a safe place to set up a field hospital. Around his neck was wound several layers of webbing and the hollow log which dangled from his mouth by a vine handle was stuffed full of important herbs that would be needed to treat any battle injuries.
Edited Sept 29, 2020 15:57:01 GMT -5 By Whitemuzzle
Springclan - Thistlestar, Oliveflight and Mossbreeze will live and take minimal damage.
With one last long look ahead, Thistlestar finally turned back to the rest of the group, nodding briefly at Ratstar before signaling his group with his tail. The dusty colored leader pulsed forward in a powerful yet eerily quiet motion. The anticipation was brimming in each of his movements but was controlled. This was Springclan's chance to strike back, and he wasn't going to let his emotions get in the way of a successful retaliation.
Oliveflight followed closely behind her leader, noting the predetermined signal. She glanced back briefly at the group, hoping to catch the sight of her brother but lost him in the group as the cat's in Thistlestar's group moved forward. The cream colored warrioress didn't hesitate further and turned, following closely behind her leader's trail. She had faith she would see her brother on the battlefield.
Mossbreeze stayed behind, leaning more into the end of the pack. She had chosen to stay with Ratstar's group and watched with a concerned filled gaze. She wasn't much of a fighter, by any means, but the kidnapping of Powderkit was enough motivation to push the she-cat to volunteer in the retaliation raid. Everything in her paws ached to move forward, to scavenge the camp for the missing Spirngclan kit, but she awaited the Summerclan leader's signal.
Thistlepaw followed her mentor, trying to keep her eyes open for a place Graythorn might approve of. She set down her own herbs and paused next to a covered, tight spot away from the group. "How's this?" she asked, hopping on her toes. It seemed like she often got things wrong, but she was determined to get this one thing right. "It's covered up so it's not so easy to find." Whitemuzzle
SpringClan
Harewhisker felt into step beside Oliveflight as the cats finally began to move. There was an urgency in the air, but it wasn't unpleasant.
working nights gives me a messed up sleep schedule- // Nightclan Deputy
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Post by hals on Oct 2, 2020 2:37:35 GMT -5
Springclan - Shadeguard can be quite injured, but will survive.
Shadeguard moved forward with his clan, determination and resolve in his every stride. His dull eyes scanned the group as he desperately tried to catch a glimpse of his sister before things got out of control, but she blended into the crowd. The long-haired warrior’s muscles tensed as he prepared for the upcoming battle. It was time for payback.
Summerclan - Oceanheart will survive this, but be seriously injured.
Oceanheart followed closely beside her clan, claws flexing in and out with anticipation. It was time for revenge and Oceanheart was particularly delighted to be apart of the battle happening soon. Her past was a mystery to her clan, and she preferred it that way but let’s just say this will not be her first encounter with cats from Primal Instinct. Her blue eyes were fixated ahead as she waited for Ratstar’s command.
Post by strawberrycupid on Oct 2, 2020 20:55:03 GMT -5
(quick reminder that we are in the city. the camp is in a dilapidated church)
Primal Instinct
"Looks like you got a rematch coming." was followed by a quick knock at the door of the butcher's shop. Sioux had just been told some interesting news by Venti, and now he was off to inform Agamede. The black and brown she-cat was no stranger to the clans, though she was only familiar with Nightclan. It gave her some relief that they weren't here. "He wasn't that specific, but it sounds like Springclan is coming. And if you knocked them down to size like I've heard, it sounds like they got back up. Most of the others are on their way to see what all the fuss is about." Sioux didn't want to admit her paws itched to get back there. She was all too concerned for the younglings.
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It wasn't like Internal Affairs were unaware. They were the eyes in the city after all. A group of them was already together to counter-attack. Shipman clicked his claws together as Venti panted next to him. Agamede would soon know, whether she would come join the fight was anyone's guess. "Well, well, well. This isn't too surprising." Shipman pondered to himself. "What do you mean?" "Did you really think they wouldn't counter-attack?" "Well?" "It doesn't matter what you figured. It matters what Funk E'tan figured." "I don't know." "No one does. But that Nemesis always has some trick up his sleeve. Wonder what it could be this time?"
Elyon looked up. "Oh?" She said pausing in her gardening. Her eyes narrowed pondering this. This was an unusual turn, it seemed she'd underestimated SpringClan's spine. She shook off the dirt from her paws and straightened up going over to Sioux, "I see."
She tilted her head narrowing her eyes as she considered this. Truthfully she hadn't really paid much thought to SpringClan, being more focused on sorting out in her mind who would be taking up the mantle of Assassin, SpringClan more of a means to an end. Rather than an actual problem.
'Suppose it comes with the change in rank, no longer a one cat operation, now they can actually come back and give me grief. Then again it was quite an event,'
"Thank you for informing me, go on and inform or prepare whatever you need to." Elyon said as she led Sioux through the butchers shop, Elyon considering the various items about. "I'll go find Cornelius and see what we can do about luring some of them to here. There are some devices in here I've been just itching to try. But didn't want to endanger any League cats. Oh this will be fun." She purred a dark glint in her blue eyes.
"Why am I getting a really bad feelin' mates." Ni muttered peering out of a broken store front window. The old bookstore serving as the home for the three brothers now, along with there newly adopted Powderkit.
San blinked. "Really? We're not out of food, so Powder is fine, right Powder?" San asked nudging a plump rat over to the kit. When the trio had learned that the kit liked food and was happy to exchange staying for food and training, they'd settled into a rather comfortable situation.
"No! Not Powder, just, getting the feeling that troubles on the horizon..." Ni muttered. "Like what'll happen if Ichi won't hurry up and get back already! He says it's so important that he go see if there's anything interesting going on in the main camp-" Ni's grumbling went on while San shook his head.
"I'm sure he'll be back soon, then we can take powder and show her some more places in our territory! Teach her to hunt rats by the twoleg dumping place!" San said.
(I skimmed, doesn't look like fighting has started, so---)
PRIMAL INSTINCT - idk just attack me, Louella is pretty strong & will be looking for a fight but Creek is not strong & is not looking for a fight
Louella drug her claws across the well-warn carpet as she watched the enemy forces close in on the main camp. She was looking out the window of one of the many vacant houses stationed around the church, waiting for the signal to attack, although at this point it seemed pointless.
"What is taking old man Funk so long!?" She cursed, lashing her tail, "We should have never let them get so close. What an insult to the League."
Creek just nodded along with whatever Louella was saying, it was easier, she wanted to shred the invaders and if he told her what he really thought, she'd probably shred him. And he needed to be un-shredded to heal all the cats that got shredded.
SUMMERCLAN - Wispycloud can be pretty beat up, this is her first real fight
Wispycloud did not like this. Even though the League started this when they raided SpringClan, she still felt like a villain. Isn't this exactly what SunClan did to her when she was temporarily living in SwiftClan? She understood why Ratstar made his decision, and she would support her leader's judgement, but it just didn't seem right. This was the heart of their camp. There would be kits and queens... maybe elders if the League even had those. Her first fight, but one her heart wasn't in. What as there to gain?
The gray she-cat tried to focus as she continued to close in on the target with the rest of the SummerClan patrol.
Thistlepaw followed her mentor, trying to keep her eyes open for a place Graythorn might approve of. She set down her own herbs and paused next to a covered, tight spot away from the group. "How's this?" she asked, hopping on her toes. It seemed like she often got things wrong, but she was determined to get this one thing right. "It's covered up so it's not so easy to find." Whitemuzzle
Graythorn sniffed the area and wrinkled his nose. He had never been in a city before and he didn't like the smells at all. The place Thistlepaw found looked suitable enough. "I guess it'll do," he grumbled, after setting his supplies down. "Not too many places around this dirty place to tend to the wounded. It'd be a miracle if no one gets any infections." He scuffed the dirty ground and a small cloud of dust rose up and then dissipated slowly. "I hope this doesn't take too long. Stay here and starting getting these things in order. I'll go tell Ratstar where we'll be and he can inform the others."
The gray tabby medicine cat ran his errand and then came back to the triage center, if that's what one would call an overgrown bush with a couple of large cardboard boxes wedged under it.
Harewhisker was tired of waiting. It was time to act. She launched herself into the territory, scenting the air for another cat. Maybe one would find her first. That was fine. The Trusted was itching for action.
Primal Instinct
Powderkit snacked on her rat, half-listening to her captors as she chewed. Their antics were very amusing. But a sound from outside their strange den had her perking up her ears. "What's going on?" she mumbled around the mouthful of rat.
