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SunClan racer Tenebrouspaw shook his head. "Gods can't do everything, sometimes we gotta help ourselves." He told Ferventpaw. "Come on, let's shift to the back, we really can't take that big guy. So let's fall back and be ready to back up some of the others."
Cleaver Goldengrace's throat tightened as she watched everything go down. Then she saw Arcticsong facing Omega. "I'm going to back up my sister." She said softly, shifting back to go towards her sister.
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 Oct 18, 2020 12:38:12 GMT -5
Romancefable was finally forced to let go, tears forming in his eyes from the pain as he leaned harder onto Azura trying to keep her in place even though his grip had loosened "Thats better than loosing you" he spat back refusing to relent "I was able to catch you off ugard and bring you back here, but do you think those trained killers would do to you? Azura you are pregnant, and you know as well as I that getting yourself killed isn't what you mother would want" stardance
both are open to attack/injury, though no killing/serious maiming
SUNCLAN Layne growled at the smaller she-cat on top of her. “Neither” she pulled up her hind legs and stuck out her claws trying to throw off Louella or disembowel her, preferably both. As she moved she felt the claw dog into her face just missing her right eye. Hissing, she lashed her tail and lunges for the throat of her attacker. The brown tabby was by no means an elegant fighter, but she had plenty of fury and rage. Her eyes seemed to glow as she arched her back and stalked in a circle around the smaller cat. At the call to retreat, Layne moved to block the league cat’s exit.
PRIMAL INSTINCT Vera Lynn frowned as the call to retreat came in. She wasn’t sure weather to obey or not, the order did not come from Funk. Yet she threw off whatever sun crazed cat pounced on her and slunk to the side of the cave. Her slimmer frame was helping in weaving between the warring cats.
Sweetwheat’s ears flattened. She wasn’t a better warrior just because she was stronger now than she was in SunClan. And no, maybe Foxbane didn’t care, but she had also spent her life proving how strong and independent she was. She had already done the hard work. She hesitated at the leader’s call, then nodded once. “Be safe,” she told Scarletblush, and turned to flee with her sister.
stardance Floodfate landed on his paws — not gracefully, but he held his ground. He spun around to face Nightfury again, his torn lip curling up in a snarl. “Scared? If you run and hide now, I won’t skin you. Stay here much longer and I’ll leave your eyes at your mother’s den.” Fierce words, but empty ones; Floodfate might kill if he was pushed, but he wasn’t going to mutilate a body.
Jetclawracer “Okay.” Festeringfruit let her go. For once, there wasn’t time to waste arguing or needling her choice. He looked swiftly over the fight for Weepingpaw and saw her breaking down by her mother’s corpse. The small tom darted to her side and nudged her urgently. “Come on, weakling,” he muttered, “let’s get you out of here before you someone other than me tears your throat out.”
"I don't know, I saw Bravepaw with dad at the execution, but then too many cats came in. I know I heard Darkpaw's voice somewhere in the crowd," Faithpaw said staring around the battle field, but it appeared that cats were falling back now so she quickly moved her mother out of the path of danger before finally leaning into her embrace. "Why do these cats hate us?"
Arcticsong knew Omega was a battle she wasn't going to win, she hoped he would leave when the troops were being called back, but he didn't. However Ferventpaw was her apprentice, she was a warrior, it was her job to intercept even if this was a battle she would lose. She expected a hard swing and received the damage to the side of her face with such a force it sent her to the ground. Luck wasn't on her side though, her head smacking audibly against a rock knocking her unconscious.
DAYCLAN
Tigerlily stood at the entrance waiting for everyone to leave, "NOW! LEAVE CAMP NOW!" She growled to everyone remaining. She was only going to wait around five more seconds before leaving herself. She was not about to be captured on one of the biggest missions of her life by some snot nosed bratty clan like SunClan.
CleaverstardanceFaith Goldengrace blinked, sparing a glance back at Festeringfruit, surprised that for once there was no comment. But she shook it off and darted over to stand near Arcticsong pelt bristling as she took in the sight of the cat her sister was facing. Seeing the tom lash out with his paw Goldengrace moved forward and struck the toms side. "Back off!"
We need an authority figure... heck I am an authority figure // Springclan Deputy
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Post by Nova on Oct 18, 2020 12:58:56 GMT -5
Sunclan: Weed (Open to Attacks) “No!” Weed shouted at Mountain. “This is my clan, my family and friends! I will not hide away in the initiates den! Tiny, I may be, but I will fight for my clan!” The mottled tortoiseshell wasted no more words on the humongous tom, and leapt away from him. She swerved through the clearing and made her way towards the nursery. Weed wasn’t entirely sure how well protected it was at the moment, but she knew for certain that Lionpride would be there with Pollendrone. The large tom was only one cat however, and the nursing queens would probably be busy herding their kits to a safe spot within the walls of the den. They would have been the easiest targets to attack, at least that was what Weed thought. Cleaver
Sunclan: Paintedcanyon (Open to Attacks) Paintedcanyon swiped out at any of the invading cats that he could find. He never stayed on one cat for too long. Instead he would attack, retreat, attack again, and then retreat. There were too many clans attacking Sunclan at once, and the long furred tom could hardly keep up with it. He had just finished battering the head of one of his opponents when he heard the familiar voice of his apprentice. When he looked over, he couldn’t believe it. Rocks? Desertpaw was throwing rocks at one of the invading cats. The tom could feel his ears droop, and if he wasn’t in the middle of a battle, he may have actually ran his paw over his face. Instead he ran forward, towards his apprentice ready to flay open anyone that would dare touch him. racer
Sunclan: Scorchedwhisker (Open to Attacks) The cream colored tom fought with a fire in his belly. He didn’t hold back when it came to his blows, and he did what he could to drive the intruders back into the tunnel as Bloodystar ordered. He grabbed the scruff of one of the intruders and threw them back before swiping at their muzzle. He looked around at the other cats near him. This wasn’t enough. They would need more if they were going to keep these intruders in the tunnel. Scorchedwhisker let out a snarl as he dove back into the fray. He would not let anyone past him.
"Tsk... Tigerlily, always a kill joy." Louella said calmly even as it seemed Layne got the upper hand. The she-cat was used to being beat up, a scratch here or there didn't bother her much, although she did do her best to move before she had her own guts were spilled across the sandstone, "You've got more spirit than I thought! Even trying to block my exit, it's so cute!"
In the blink of an eye, the cut scarred-up she-cat was standing right next to Layne, having move so quick that it was hard to track it. It wasn't supernatural, she was just that swift, "I'll keep my eye out of you next time, dear." She then bee-lined it for the exit, although it did leave a pretty big opening for a counter-attack, should Layne decide to take it. @atomheart
Wolfconstellation usually tried to avoid fights like this by making himself small and standing at the sidelines, just like a non-competitive kid on dodgeball day. It wasn't worth his time and energy especially since the winner was going to be obvious. There were three groups here that he could recognize, some that he couldn't, but he just didn't believe that one battle would be enough to overthrow SunClan.
All was going great until, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a little golden floof fall hard on the ground and not get back up, and his blood ran cold.
Arcticsong? What in the world was she doing in the middle of battle? She should be standing here with him, watching it from a safe distance, not going after one of the scariest cats here!
Normally Wolfconstellation had no problems leaving a clanmate behind but Arcticsong wasn't just a clanmate. He bit his tongue until he tasted blood, telling himself that someone else would save her, that she brought this upon herself, but his paws were already moving and his small size made it easy to navigate the crowd, and in no time at all he was standing between her and Omega with a feral look in his eyes, "Get away from her! She doesn't like being touched!" Faithstardance
Post by Honeystorm on Oct 18, 2020 14:13:32 GMT -5
DAYCLAN Foxbane was half a second away from administering the antidote when Oakshade hit her, feeling blood run down her flank as she rolled, then rose to her paws, barely dodging the next attack aimed for her throat. "Let me save her!" Her voice was a pained hiss, tears still running down her cheeks. "I need to give her the antidote." Even looking at him, she knew it was a losing battle. The only way to save her daughter would be to fight him, to give him as much of the poison in order to stop him and allow her to save Tinymutiny. Despite that, she kept her claws sheathed, hoping for a brief moment that he might actually listen to her words. Jadieracer
Pollendrones ears flattened from where she lay in the nursery, she tried to get up from her nest but froze when Lionpride turned and curled around her. "What's going on?" She tried to wriggle free but between her largely swollen belly and her mate not budging she couldn't, her eyes filled with panic at the sounds of fighting that began to erupt and she began to push harder trying to get up until finally she had broken away from her mate. "We have to help! Lionpride!" She was standing now, her breath coming in shallow gasps from the effort, her eyes pleading. She would have already tried to run out but she knew that he would stop her before she even took a step toward the exit. racer
Someone hurt Swelteringeclipse really bad for me, like close to death but not quite cx Swelteringeclipse was headed for the nursery, trying to slip around the edges of the thickest parts of the fighting but she was stopped in her tracks when a few of the fighting cats moved in front of her, she let out a growl and turned her attention to the battle. She unsheathed her claws and dove head first into the thick of it her eyes raging as she locked onto the nearest enemy.
JetclawFaithJadie Omega just found his life to be hilarious. He had some affinity for small cats. One of his mates was well below average in size. His best friend Innocentia was barely more than a kitten herself. Now here he was, in the middle of the largest battle he had seen in a long time, and he ended up facing three of them. As he felt Goldengrace's claws dig into his fur, he rolled onto his back and kicked her with his hind legs to send the small cat flying.
As he rolled to his feet Wolfconstellation appeared between him and Arcticsong. The tom looked strangely familiar... yes. He knew who this tom was. Well, he knew what he tasted like. He liked his lips as he stared down the small tom. "Sweet-blood." He growled. A gift for his best friend. With speed rare for a tom of his size he feinted with his forepaws as if he were to do the same move he knocked Arcticsong with. Instead, he slammed his paws back into the earth and used them as a pivot point to spin and kick the smaller tom's head with his hindlegs.
He rushed forward and threw Arcticsong on his back. She was surprisingly light, even for a small cat. That got him thinking. He glanced over at Wolfconstellation. He take him too. He grabbed the small tom by his scruff and gave a him a some violent shakes before sinking into the shadowy edges of the camp and making his way to the exit.
racer She shook her head. It made too much sense... but she couldn't just stay here. She kept trying to push against him, but she just couldn't break free. "Then go out there and make sure she's okay!"
Cleaver Nightfury shook his head. "Not afraid. Patient." He cast a quick glance to the exit. "Retreating. Don't get stuck."
But Oakshade was well and beyond listening, it was amazing that he had spoken at all to keep Foxbane away, there was no reasoning with him when he was like this. The best response she got was a grunt as he swung his massive paw at her head.
He was strong, but his coordinance was lacking, a swift she-cat like Vixenkismet would be able to dodge most of his blows with relevant ease. The problem was that he would keep on going and going and going past exhaustion. Hitting him would do nothing. He traded logic and reason for brute strength and pain delay, that was the nature of his element... Honeystormracer
SunClan Goldengrace let out a shriek as she was practically knocked across camp by Omega's kick. The golden she cat crashed into some of her fellow SunClan cats and landing on the ground in a dazed heap.
"Arcticsong." She groaned weakly, able to blearily just make out her sister's form.
Arcticsong is such an idiot... Were the last thoughts that Wolfconstellation had before he felt Omega's paws slam into the top of his head. He fought unconsciousness by the shaking at the end was really the cherry on the top. He was out like a light.
DayClan HoneystormracerJadie Burningsummer heard Tigerlily's orders, and immediately looked around spotting Foxbane screeching by one of her daughters. Burningsummer's heart jumped to her throat and the ginger she cat ran over to her friend. She might not be able to assist her, but she wouldn't leave her or Glowstar behind. Not when she had spare lives to lose.
So she ignored Tigerlily's calls for retreat and instead pressed forward.
Tigerlily left through the tunnels unable to wait any longer as SunClan numbers began to block the entrances. Anyone who didn't leave with her now would likely be stuck at the mercy of SunClan. She knew they could take out SunClan, but given the clans layout they were going to have to wait them out rather than strike head on the way they planned to.
Walking outside of SunClan's camp she met the crowd of warriors eagerly awaiting for what to do next, which wouldn't make the adrenaline junkies too happy. The answer was going to have to be to simply wait.
PRIMAL INSTINCT
Everyone evacuating suddenly dawned on Lucistic as he got up to leave, but noticed Vixenkismet still in camp. He didn't know her family enough to recognize that was her daughter on the ground, but he could tell she wasn't going to leave. He promised his loyalty to Funk E'tan, but he was equally certain that the nemesis would want to ensure at least one of his mates were safe so he didn't make a move to leave.
Dr. Pickles watched as the retreat was called but he made no move to leave with them just yet, his powder blue eyes had locked onto a rather large tom near the tunnels and he refused to go, he would make his exit as soon as he tested a sudden idea he had. The mostly hairless tom snaked his way forward, his blue sweater covered in blood and dirt both his and others, it infuriated him but that anger only pushed him. His eyes were lit up with excitment, such a large subject, how much could this cat handle.. Dr. Pickles wanted to know. As he approached Scorchedwhicker, his unusually long claws extended he laughed and launched himself into the air, landing on his back he let his paws wrap around wither side of his neck and he dug his claws in. "I would very much like to know your capacity for pain, I hope you dont mind." Nova
"That's DayClan retreating. Are you a DayClan cat? Because I'm not." Floodfate didn't move, his gaze trained on his enemy.
SCPhantomNova Mountain growled as the initiate dove back into battle, but there was nothing he could do to stop her. Perhaps somewhere, deep down in the empty void of his chest, he was pleased by her dedication.
Then he turned, tearing through the fight and destroying the enemies in his path. Smashing one cat's head into the ground and tearing his teeth through another's throat, the mountain rode on. As he dispatched his latest enemy, he looked up to see another victim ahead of him. Mountain surged toward the unfortunate warrior. He shoved Swelteringeclipe to the ground as he passed by, thoughtlessly throwing his clanmate down and accidentally stomping on her as he continued on his way.
SC: Scorchedwhisker Scorchedwhisker had been too focused on chasing out the invading clans through the tunnels. It was his first mistake. He should have been aware of what was going on around him. His ears though were pinned back against his head as he lashed out at one of the retreating cats. The moment he straightened back up there was a new weight bearing on top of him. Scorchedwhisker let out a startled yowl, which quickly turned into a choking sound as sharp claws dug into either side of his neck. The siamese tom backed up quickly, nearly tripping over his paws as he did so. He couldn’t think past the burning pain. But he forced himself to focus. Scorchedwhisker reared up on his back legs and fell backwards, slamming himself and the cat on his back down onto the ground. He took the opportunity to dislodge the claws quickly as he scrambled onto his paws. The cream colored tom took in deep breaths as he felt the cuts around his neck. He was lucky that his opponent hadn’t slit his throat. His blue eyes locked onto the strange cat, a snarl forming on his lips before his blue eyes gleamed with confusion. What… was that? “…What kind of alien looking thing are you?” He rasped, his tail lashing behind him. “And is that… blue fur? A little tacky don’t you think?” He spat. Phantom
SC: Weed The mottled tortoiseshell could feel her muscles burning, but the ache was worth it. She caught sight of her shadow as he practically bowled through his enemies. She let out a breath of relief. At least he was on their side. But when she looked back up, her green eyes lit up with horror. “Mountain, stop!” She screeched. But it was too late. Weed sped towards Swelteringeclipse, doing her best to avoid Mountain. “Swelteringeclipse…” The mottled tortoiseshell nosed through her fur, unsure of the extent of the damage done by Mountain’s large paws. Weed swallowed thickly as she stood over her fallen clanmate. She looked up at Mountain, her lip curling slightly. How could he have been so reckless! She looked back down at the Sunclan she-cat. “Swelteringeclipse, can you hear me…? We have to get you somewhere safe…” CleaverPhantom
SC: Blissfulkit She had no idea what was going on. All she knew was that her mother had herded her and her siblings towards the back of the nursery, standing over them as she glared at the entrance. Blissfulkit could hear the yowls and screeches of the fighting. She was scared. Was her father okay? What about her brother? Blissfulkit just had to know. The fluffy gray kit stuck close to the walls of the nursery, carefully climbing the others quietly as she made her way towards the entrance. She poked her head around the corner, shrinking back a bit at the sight. Her wide eyes looked around the camp. She couldn’t find her father, but had spotted her brother’s familiar cream colored coat. He had looked so cool! She was so lucky to have a big brother like him. Blissfulkit secretly cheered him on. And then it happened. “Scorchedwhisker look out!” Blissfulkit screeched, just as the strange looking cat leapt at her brother.
“Blissfulkit!” Wistfulsphinx surged forward. Quickly pulling her daughter back into the safety of the nursery. “Blissfulkit, now is not the time for such foolishness!” She snapped nudging her back towards the back of the cave.
