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[frostheart]

^{OOC; Attention all Riverclanners, please wait a few posts by the other Windclanners, to join this thread. Thank you all!}

[atrb=border,0,false][bg=b0c6a7] » The slim form of a WindClan warrior sped across the plains. He was flanked by two others that had been asked to join him by his leader, Stripestar. The cat that was running to his left was his own, and most likely last apprentice. In the fading light of the ending day, you could barely notice too much different about this cat. From afar. The reason that Raggedpaw was running on his left was because he was blind in the right eye. For the patrol's and his own safety, his good eye was facing outwards. To his right was the warrior Silentbreeze. This other cat was also grey, like Greyfur himself, but Silentbreeze was mute. He could not speak, but communicated well enough through body language and facial expressions. Greyfur was not close with this silent cat, but close enough to be able to understand him. The group had left the camp and started patroling mid-way between the barn and fourtrees. They had found nothing too unusual as they came up to Fourtrees, and sped beyond, following the dirt path that twisted it's way towards the falls. Being followed by these cats gave him the confidence to let his mind wander. He was actually thinking about the cat he had met yesterday. Myth. She was such a sweet cat, and it was a pity that she was not in a clan with them. If only he were able to bring her into WindClan. He looked sadly up into the sky and noticed that Silverpelt was shining on the east side of the sky while just a sliver of the sun remained in the west. It was quite beautiful. Lowering his eyes back to the ground he slowed his gait, shortening his strides slowly. 'Be diligent,' he advised the others. 'We never know what is around here' He swung his head to the left and right looking for danger. 'RiverClanners are a devious and tretuous bunch, Raggedpaw.' He shared with the other two cats. 'I suggest that you never forget that. Don't underestimate the power of the waterlogged cats.' Greyfur enjoyed defouling the RiverClan name. His nose to the ground and his ears perked up, he swiftly approched the gorge. Listeing over the roar of the falls, he tried to discern any other noises. Finding none at the moment, he plunged into the darkness by the RiverClan border... Maybe for his last time. wordcount - fourhundrednintyfive muse - Train&Daughtry&Coldplay

[russia]

[bg=c9c4d8][atrb=border,0,true] » SNORTING, RAGGEDPAW ROLLED HIS eyes at his mentor. Even in this daylight, the young apprentice could see fine enough. He didn’t want his disabilities to become a burden to the group. Greyfur was already broadcasting how weak his blind side was, and fortunately the apprentice left out the part about being deaf in the opposite ear. Sometimes the other warriors treated him in a different way, and it was no exception with Greyfur. However, he felt a fatherly bond to the older warrior, whereas the rest of the toms lacked in that station. Shaking the fur our of his eyes, the ragged cat continued to pad behind his elder. » HE’D NEVER REALLY BEEN interested in any of the Clan stuff. Most didn’t want him around, and none seemed to care all that. Raggedpaw really felt close to only Greyfur, although knowing him for a very short period of time. Sometimes he’d see Caramelpaw and Stripestar together, and it made him wish he had someone of noble authority to lean on, someone special. As crazy as his leader was, Raggedpaw knew his job in life didn’t rest in the paws of the warrior path. In battle, he wouldn’t be able to see his enemies come up behind him, or hear the sounds of offensive attacks. His fur would give him away, and the thick odor of hair and oil could give their position away in battles. » RAGGEDPAW THOUGHT ABOUT WHAT his father had told him all those moons ago. ‘you’re half-wild, you dirty rotten rat.’ If they knew about his history, how would he ever . . . ? And his mother, oh, his dear mother. She’d never loved him. He was brownkit to her, plain, boring brownkit, the dirty one, the crippled one. He didn’t look like his brothers and sisters, no. His blotchy, patchy fur was spiked, never flat, and bi-colored eyes weren’t focused. It was as if Raggedpaw were staring into your soul. Sometimes he’d mope off into the darkness, but usually his eyes were fixed in an ironclad glare, full of hurt, confusion, and pain. » BE DILIGENT, HE SAID. Ha, yeah right. There was nothing persistent about this so called quarrel. He didn’t understand the whole aspect of it, but apparently WindClan and RiverClan would fight for reason beyond his knowledge. No one would answer any questions he had, anyways. It was always, ‘just listen to orders and do not question.’ Hmph. “We’re not new at this, you slug,” he growled at his mentor. Insults were one thing; Raggedpaw called everyone something terrible. However, he didn’t understand why Greyfur needed to act as if it were life or death. Perhaps it was, perhaps it wasn’t. Raggedpaw took it all in stride. Getting excited over little things bothered him; maybe they weren’t worth putting energy into. Scoffing, Raggedpaw followed suite with a walk, ears relaxed and drooping. » RAGGEDPAW LET OUT A CURT ‘hah!’ when Greyfur gave his thoughts on RiverClan. And WindClan wasn’t? They were famous for stealing and lying, putting on a sad little face and floundering around like fish out of water. None of the Clans trusted them, and it wasn’t RiverClan’s fault. Usually battles started when leaders insulted each other enough to hurt or be hurt, resulting in a war of revenge. Was this that type of battle? “I don’t think we’re any better than RiverClan, honestly.” Now, this would definitely tick off both cats. Bingo. » DON’T UNDERESTIMAGE, DON’T UNDERESTIMATE. Those two words rang like warning bells in his eardrums. Beware of RiverClan. Is that all these cats cared about? There were cats in RiverClan just like them, with kits and families. Stealing was a sign of wrongness, and WindClan should fix it, not blame them. Sometimes being in the Clans made him so angry. Cats blamed the weak; they never helped. And yet . . . Raggedpaw could not hate these cats. He just couldn’t. “Why must we hate them?” he asked Greyfur, looking up at the old gray tom. “They are just like us.” » HIS TAIL DROPPED AS Greyfur padded silently into the shadows. Come on, Stripestar, stop him! Deep within, Raggedpaw knew it was a lost cause. There would be bloodshed tonight. Turning his head, he gave Silentbreeze and pathetic look. What do I do? He thought, a million answers flooding his mind. His glowing green and blue hues rose to meet Stripestar, the most noble of them all. Tell me. Am I just going to end up in the Elders den, or is there more . . . ? 853

[darkheart]

Silentbreze listened, moving along to keep pace with his Clanmates. Poor Raggadpaw, not really knowing why he had to fight. If he could speak, he would explain, but the mute warrior was close to neither of the two he was with, therefore they knew very little of his form of 'speaking.'

He moved up alongside Greyfur, looking at him in an assuring way. He didn't think that anything bad would happen on this patrol, but the winds could change, as did the emotions of the cats present. With the twitch of an ear, he thought he would try, key word being try, to explain to the apprentice why the clans fought.

He nosed Raggedpaw in the side, then made a few paw and tail motions, trying to convey the words. 'We fight as Starclan knows we must. If harmony is maintained for a great amount of time, then nothing good can come of such peace. Our distrust is to keep us strong, and it helps maintain the warrior spirit that we so cherish within.'

When he was done, he looked between the two, hoping one of the other would have understood the motions. If not, he would just drop back and work on catching scents more. Not that he wasn't doing that now. He liked all that was with that heightened sense.

The grass, though a bit dry, still held that slight hint of freshness from earlier that day. The wind brought to his attention the scent of prey. It was dangerous to hunt so near an enemy clan's boarder, so he would leave that be for the other two to decide on.

His tail swished over a stone, making him pause for a moment to investigate a stale scent that was there. It was nothing more than an old rabbit scent, probably caught the other day by one of the other warriors on hunting patrol. He huffed at it and continued on, thinking to himself on the sky.

[Rainleaf]

As the evening was coming to a close, allowing the day’s light to filter just barely through the trees of ThunderClan territory, five lithe shapes sifted slowly through the reeds on the far side of the river. They were RiverClan cats, three warriors and two apprentices, a fairly large patrol seeing as it was only twilight. Darkness was closing in around them like a dark cloak, gradually claiming them as, one by one, they melted into the shadows. The tall grass rustled loudly around them in the wind, covering the sound of their rapid paw steps. At the head of the group was a Bengal she-cat, her green eyes sharp as she paused for a moment to sniff the air. Around her was the rest of the patrol: Ravenwing, Poisonpaw, and Smokeheart with his apprentice, Vixenpaw; the ginger and white apprentice had aided her in scaring a fox off their territory not long before. They were five strong, and, acutely aware of their strong numbers, Rainleaf decided that a visit to the gorge was due. A patrol had not passed close to it in over half a moon, and looking at the recent problem with WindClan, the young warrior knew it would be wise to go and take a look.

Raising her head to look at her companions, Rainleaf flicked her tail in the direction the gorge. Then, turning back, she began to pad forward again through the reeds, wincing slightly as the landscape turned to dense brambles that pulled at her pelt. Blinking her eyes through the darkness, the she-cat could then make out the sound of rushing water ahead, telling her that they were close. Flicking her tail again, Rainleaf increased her pace until she could see the gorge itself, cutting a fine line through the earth like the path of a knife. Only it was exceptionally deep, and treacherous.

Rainleaf slowed her steps, still making her way through the heavy brush, when she froze. Knowing her Clan mates would understand her movements, Rainleaf craned her neck forward, sniffing again as she had done earlier. There, on the strong breeze, was a scent she knew well. WindClan, she thought fiercely, turning her head back over her shoulder to look her Clan mates in the eyes. She narrowed her gaze slightly before gesturing with her tail the source of the scent. Whoever they were, they were right around the bend, and dangerously close to the border. Close enough, Rainleaf thought grimly. Pointless arguing had preceded the last quarrel between their Clans. RiverClan would have to make a quick, decisive move if they were to get the jump on WindClan this time.

Now Rainleaf raised her tail and, flicking the tip rapidly, indicated danger to her Clan mates. Unsheathing her claws, the Bengal warrior dropped into a crouch and moved forward slowly, keeping her haunches low and her tail lower.

At last she saw them through their cover. Three WindClan cats, all toms, two warriors and an apprentice by the look of it. Rainleaf did not recognize the brown tabby apprentice, but the two older cats she knew. Greyfur and Silentbreeze. A near silent growl rose up in her chest, drowned out by the roaring of the wind and the crashing inside the gorge.

Rainleaf decided to spare them no warning, and the fact that the RiverClan patrol was downwind would help with that. Her warrior blood was pumping now; the sight of enemies so close to the border was enough to allow her to make the decision that the WindClan cats needed to back off, and fast. Creeping closer in the undergrowth, Rainleaf waited a few more moments before she sprang forward, her mouth clamped tight as to make no noise as she slipped like a bullet from her cover and leaped at the nearest target, aiming to bowl him over--- Greyfur.

Attacking: Greyfur

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[vixenn]

V I X E N P A W ♥ ;;
I know a place where the grass is really greener.


Yawning, the small she-cat followed the many cats on the patrol. She had be awaken by her mentor whom didn't give her much of an option of going or not. Personally the young female could have used the extra sleep, but to her it wasn't something to dwell on. Her job as an older apprentice was to be on patrols and prepare for her warrior moons. Her mentor was just ensuring it happened a bit sooner, or so she thought. Either way she didn't care that much, but she was a little tired. She'd be awake soon, but for now, slowly, she continued on following the cats through the clumps of reeds, and up the river bank. Her strides became quicker after she felt a sudden burst of energy, and she almost squeaked in happiness. She knew though the best thing was for her to be very quiet, since she had no idea what was lurking around out there, and she could easily draw attention to herself if she did.

She then noticed something different, and smelled Windclan closer to Riverclan than usual. Normally they were fox lengths ahead of the river in the boundaries. Almost as quick as she scented them, she wandered away from the group of cats whom wouldn't have noticed anyway. She was moving quickly now, and she could see the other cats looking at the border, as if no one was even watching. She blinked a few times, hidden in a clump of reeds she strained to hear the older, gray tom, meow "RiverClanners are a devious and tretuous bunch, Raggedpaw." She almost snarled as the tom said that, but in order to keep herself safe, and away from harm she just stayed there, and watched as an younger, more scraggly looking apprentice approached him with disdain. She almost wanted to laugh at the words stated earlier, as she thought to herself, 'And they talk about us being bad, look at them, they are the ones whom are devious.'

She almost had enough and would have sprang at the tom if the apprentice wouldn't have said it. He defended Riverclan, and for that she just sneered, and really didn't care. It only made it interesting for her later on when she was in battle. She wanted to rip the three cats to shreds but she kept her temper inside and waited for them to make a false step. She was not amused with the three, and the gray cat came closer and closer by the minute. Her tail was flicking with rage, and impatience, as she wondered where her clan mates were at. It didn't matter if they weren't coming but until then she was going to taunt the other apprentice.

She popped out of the reeds, and only seconds later, Rainleaf was beside her, and launched herself at the gray tom. She blinked, and wondered what the point of this battle was. Fighting wasn't the solution for anything, but she sneered and decided to taunt the apprentice. The older orange and white she-cat, meowed, "Oh so you know, I heard everything Raggedpaw. How nice of you to defend us, but it looks like you are the the one that needs help, not us." She paced around him, her emerald orbs glowing with amusement, and her world was about to be shook up. The apprentice may look harmless, but she knew she could make him tick. She also knew that he had moons of training on him as well as she. It really came down to when his breaking point was. She then hissed, "What is it going to be? Does it really have to boil down to your life, or death?" She continued pacing around him, awaiting his response.

[frostheart]

[atrb=border,0,false][bg=b0c6a7] » Twisting around to speak with Raggedpaw once more, he did not realize that there were Riverclan cats so close to them. Unknowing to the danger he spoke louder than he should have. 'They are not like us.' he growled. 'They prey on innocent victims and steal our prey. Windclanners do not do those things. We are far from honest, but we are not underhanded about it.' As he went to turn back to face the gorge, he felt something hit his side knocking him over. He struggled out from under it, whiping around to face the object that had pushed him down. I knew it! He hissed in his thoughts. Riverclanners! Greyfur hissed at the Riverclanner, 'Why are you attacking us?!' He had become so angry at these cats. After cafefully looking this cat over, he realized it was Rainleaf. She was a younger warrior, compared to himself. Knowing what had happened to one of her previous appretices, he taunted her with it. 'Oh my dear Rainleaf!' He mewed, as if greating an old friend. He craned his neck to the side to look behind her, while still keeping his guard up. 'But where is the young Featherpaw? He sneered the name. 'I didn't see her at the last gathering...' He smiled with cruel malice, about to hit the point of his short rant. 'Did something happen to her?' He shook his head, not taking his eyes of the she-cat. 'I would be so disappointed in you if something did.' He let his voice go completly flat at the end of the sentence, implying that he knew exactly what had happened to the appretice. wordcount - threehundredsixtytwo muse - traviemccoy

[darkheart]

Silentbreeze sighed, being ignored again. He felt his fur stand on end as Greyfur was pounced upon. His eyes widened and gained his cautious watching gaze. This group of cats... why they had to act that way was beyond him.

He made a few frantic motions, trying to talk, but it was fairly futile. The RiverClan cats didn't know how he spoke, and his own Clanmates had a little more, but still too little of an idea of what he was saying.

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[~Ravenwing~]

Ravenwing had assumed it would be a normal day in the RiverClan camp. Until she was called to take part in the border patrol; the one that would check to see if the gorge was secure. She was so fed up with WindClan and their “higher than though” attitude. Last time she was in a patrol near the gorge, things got ugly fast. Hopefully it wouldn’t turn out as awful as it did last time. Ravenwing liked being picked for a patrol; she felt as if she was important to the clan, as if she was a true factor in the safety and well-being of it. But who knew for certain what would happen on the patrol, except for StarClan.

Rainleaf was the patrol leader. Ravenwing approved, even if Rainleaf was younger than her. Not by much. No matter, she was just glad that she could be around cats that wouldn't mind being around her. The other cats on the patrol, Poisonpaw, Smokeheart, and Vixenpaw seemed like decent cats too. Two apprentices and three warriors seemed strong enough for a patrol, especially WindClan...As long as none of them dared to cross the border and pick a fight like last time. Ravenwing started out of the camp, and took her place in the patrol line-up.

As they approached the gorge, Ravenwing's fur prickled along her spine. She wasn't usually so easily aggravated by her nerves, but WindClan was quite jumpy, and she didn't want any cats hurt for no reason. But just as she was thinking this, Rainleaf tore through the reeds and onto one of the WindClanners (who were indeed too close to their territory.) It's time. Ravenwing smiled, who could refuse a good fight? She surged through the reeds, a trademark of their territory, and out into the battlefield. Surveying it, she only found an apprentice and two warriors. That's it? How could she attack one of them and feel okay about it? Well, Vixenpaw has the apprentice...So I guess this other warrior is mine. She blinked twice, just to rid the pre-battle jitters, and faced the cat. A name stirred in the back of her mind...Something that started with a S..."Silentbreeze!" she remembered with a jolt, accidentely saying it outloud, and squared off, ready to pounce onto the WindClan warrior.

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[smokey]

The Russian Blue had a bad feeling about the day ahead of him, but he pushed it aside. He had better things to worry about, he didn't like that fact that he was picked for the patrol out for the the gorge, but what choice did he have? At least it would be good for him to take Vixenpaw out with him. She didn't seem happy to see him when he woke her up earlier than normal to take on the border patrol.

Smokeheart was fed up with WindClan's business of trying to one up from them. Acting as if they are the better ones trying to be honest to one another and not cause any mischief among the border. He couldn't stand the fact that the rabbit catchers believed to be the good guys and RiverClan to be the bad. The tom took the rear of the patrol as they made their way towards the border. His ears perked up as he heard voices before he smelled the stench of WindClan cats so close to the border. He didn't quite know if they were suppose to pass them or tell them they are too close to the border. Well Rainleaf and Vixenpaw already had an idea of there own. It must of gotten the better of them knowing that it's WindClan. Why give them mercy when they talk trash about RiverClan cats. Then Ravenwing chased after them toward the WindClan patrol. Poisonpaw on the other hand stayed behind not getting involved right away.

The tom wasn't much of a fighter when things were not provoked, he would have rather solved things differently, but since things happened this way it must go on. The blue gray cat followed after his clan-mates towards the WindClan patrol. There were only three cats, two warriors, one apprentice compared to the five RiverClan cats with two apprentices and three warriors. This wasn't going to be a fair fight, but maybe RiverClan can show these rabbit catchers what the waterlogged cats can do. He heard the insults they said before they arrived. Smokeheart didn't know if he should go for Greyfur with Rainleaf or for Silentbreeze with Ravenwing? Vixenpaw could handle the WindClan apprentice with Poisonpaw when he made his way towards them. He stood there dumbfounded unaware of what to do. He decided to help Rainleaf with Greyfur.

Smokeheart jumped for the tom as he tried to taunt Rainleaf about her previous apprentice, Featherpaw. He hoped to knock him off his guard and catch him by surprise. "One does not taunt a cat, for he then is a coward to fight with his claws. Words won't break the outer shell as physical fight does," Smokeheart hissed.

[darkheart]

Hearing his name, his head snapped around to look at the caller. It was Ravenwing, who had apparently forgot his name. He actually rather hated that, as one's name was not meant to be easily forgotten. It sent his fur bristling along his back as he snorted with a slight narrowing of his eyes. He made a couple motions of 'That's not nice to do,' but didn't hope they got through to her. He added in a couple more that seemed slightly more rude, but at the same time were really not.

His attention diverted again when he realized that their patrol was outnumbered. Bad odds were never his catch of the day. He moved to the side a bit, wanting to get to an advantage point in case he was attacked. Mostly it was just a position shift so that neither flank was showing to any enemy too much at once.

[russia]

[atrb=border,0,false][bg=cdcf44] » RAGGEDPAW WAS VERY SURPRISED at the elder warriors response to his question. Even if Silentbreeze was indeed mute, the apprentice understood basic body language. However, his words turned to disgust in Raggedpaw’s belly. These cats were just like everyone else; low, disgusting pieces of work. Nothing good could be made out of peace? Did this cat have fleas in his brain? Raggedpaw glared, angry bi-colored orbs staring right through the noble warrior. He was definitely not taking any of that. Of course, he knew that being silent himself would be a much better option rather than giving his own point of view. » THAT ALL ENDED WHEN when a cat named Rainleaf leaped out of nowhere. Hatred bubbled in his heart as well as confusion. They were all cats, why did Rainleaf treat Greyfur any differently. The mighty gray warrior didn’t see phased though. Even if the young apprentice feared for his mentors safety, he knew greyfur could take care of himself. However, this didn’t stop him from worrying. "Get your claws off of him, you rotten crow!" Raggedpaw snarled, tail lashing at about sixty miles per hour. Wait . . . That probably was not the smartest thing to say at this time. No matter; he held his glare, his good eye staring her down, the torn ear waving limply in the breeze. » IT ALL CHANGED FORhim when Vixenpaw decided to make him a meal for the birds. Yes, both Clans needed help, but she didn’t have to be such a prima donna over it. "Well, why can’t we help ourselves and leave this scuffle behind, hm?” Still shaken from the RiverClanners swift attack, Raggedpaw felt as if he needed to get under someone’s skin. So he pushed it. “I call warriors who are not willing to put their claws away weak.” His bright eyes seemed to twinkle in the dim light, and indeed he was challenging her. However, he slyly glanced at Rainleaf, a smirk playing on his furry lips. » NOW ANOTHER RIVERCLAN WARRIOR hurdled through the brush, a big tabby with tufts on her ears. It scared him badly, and he shied away from the earth-becoming-a-battlefield-too-fast. She seemed extremely interested in Silentbreeze. Raggedpaw had to do something. “Leave him alone, bird scat!” Oh, his insults were timeless. That, hopefully, would divert her attention away from Sientbreeze and towards him. “Are RiverClanners the type of cats to pick fights with only the disabled?” Oh, this was just too much fun. Even if he wasn’t exactly all there, Raggedpaw could run. But not walk. It was very strange. His blackleg was mangled and bent at an odd angle, but he didn’t need it as he plowed through the foliate. He’d remember that when the time came to scram, but not yet. » YET ANOTHER RIVERCLAN WARRIOR came steering towards the mini-clan. Did they bring everyone to tear their innards out? But this one looked different, not aggressive. The wheels in his mind started creaking. Everyone else here was out to rip them limb from limb, but the tension in his muscles seemed to disappear around this cat. But he stepped away from him and towards Greyfur and Rainleaf,whispering a comical but serious phrase. Hypocritical! Everyone was a coward when it came to fighting. Fighting and dying was the fearful cats way out. Words and meetings were for brave, noble warriors. “No, you’re the coward! You and your crowfood possy came here to fight us instead of talk." Bad idea, Raggedpaw. He’d said too much. 698

[poisonpaw]

poisonpaw's yellow eyes gleamed with a dim hatred as he stepped out of the camp. how why did he feel such a strong hate for the clans? all he cared about was feeling the soft flesh being torn underneath his claws, nothing more. although, he did brighten up a bit when he found out that the patrol was going to be stalking around the border with windclan, hopefully they would find a warrior or two and fight. in front of him was the she-cat named rainleaf, he didn't know her that well. but he didn't know a lot of his clan mates. he had the position on the left of her, on the right was ravenwing, and behind them was smokeheart and vixenpaw.

the wind carried the scent of fish from the rushing river and poisonpaw longed for a nice plump vole. this patrol was boring, they were slowly, very slowly, meandering over to the border. he felt that itch in his paws that made him want to run. but no, they had to sniff every stinking flower in the forest and watch every fish swim by. a growl that couldn't be heard by any cat was released in poisonpaw's throat and he grinned when he saw the windclan border coming up. in the corner of his eye he saw rainleaf slip into a low crouch, the tip of her tail flicking.

poisonpaw copied her movements, stretching his body so that he looked as if he was only a shadow casted by the...nothing. the stinking moors had no cover, no shelter. poisonpaw wanted to spit in disgust. up ahead he heard a voice, a young voice, say, 'why must we hate them? they are just like us.' poisonpaw laughed under his breath and thought, 'i am nothing like you. i know the feeling of hate, and you know what? i love it.' poisonpaw continued to listen to the conversation, an older male answered the question, 'they are not like us. they prey on innocent victims and steal our prey. windclanners do not do those things. we are far from honest, but we are not underhanded about it.'

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'oh shove a mouse in it, you idiot!' he thought and at the same moment, rainleaf leaped out of the bushes and then it seemed as if hell was slowly leaking through it's cage. he watched the other cats run by him but he lingered for a moment. how come they're patrols are so tiny?! i want a challenge, not a hunting patrol! he whined silently for another moment, and then he raced out of the bushes. he heard insults being thrown across the battlefield. stupid kitties! the battlefield is no place for words. i do agree that words are powerful, they can fill a cat with rage and make him uncontrollable, but there is a time and a place for them!

poisonpaw heard the voice of the young cat and turned. yes, this would be his victim. he had just finished shouting insults and he noticed that vixenpaw was in front of him. wonderful. slowly, he stalked up behind the apprentice, not daring to even breathe. if he made the slightest sound then the tom would know that he was going to be attacked from behind. but then the tom slipped away to where rainleaf and another warrior were talking. rat dung! oh well, he would just have to stalk a bit further until he was in leaping distance.

poisonpaw did not pay attention to what the tom had said, but he didn't care anyway. in just a few heartbeats, nothing would matter. now! he leaped into the air, a hellish snarl escaping his fangs. his claws were stretched out, aiming for the ears. he was hoping that he had calculated correctly and that the leap would be enough to knock the apprentice over. he could have always made a mistake, and missed the apprentice. then he would find another plan of attack.[/justify][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Rainleaf]

Behind her, Rainleaf could hear her Clan mates surging forward, and as she made impact with Greyfur, she let out her battle cry-- an eerie wail of a yowl that was as wild as it was grim. She knew she was going to get hurt, and hurt others in the process. Battles. They were a dirty business, but she was good at it, and that was all that mattered. Unsheathing her claws, Rainleaf did her best to hack her target to pieces as he lay under her, briefly stunned by her surprise attack. But the ash-colored warrior was bigger than her, and with surprising strength for his age, Greyfur surged his way out from beneath her flurry of claws and fangs. From somewhere beside them, the brown tabby tom yowled, “Get your claws off of him, you rotten crow!” Rainleaf almost scoffed. You’ll have to do better than that, kit. The Bengal she-cat then hissed angrily at Greyfur, jumping back to glare at him with her teeth bared and her tail lashing behind her. Mere tail lengths away, the WindClan warrior whipped back around to glare at her, bristling. Rainleaf stared back, ready for the challenge.

“Why are you attacking us?!” he hissed incredulously at her. Then his face changed, contorting into an oddly friendly expression. But it was only a mask, and a cruel one at that. “Oh, my dear Rainleaf!” he mewed sweetly, his voice barely audible of the sounds of fighting around them. Rainleaf allowed her gaze to flick away from him for only a moment, gauging the situation of her Clan mates. They had the WindClan cats outnumbered, but still they fought. Vixenpaw was circling around the brown tabby apprentice, Poisonpaw creeping from behind him, and Ravenwing was tangling with Silentbreeze not far from them. Smokeheart was hurtling forward nearby.

“But where is young Featherpaw?” Greyfur then mewed with a sneer. “I didn’t see her at the last Gathering…” The WindClan warrior smiled. Rainleaf only stared, saying nothing. “Did something happen to her?” he finished with a shake of his head. “I would be so disappointed in you if something did.”

Rainleaf flattened her ears, her face hard as stone. “Your opinion of me matters not, Greyfur,” she then snarled, lashing her tail and rising to her full height, compact muscles tensed. “Because you will die for what you just said.” A blue-gray blur then shot past her, launching towards Greyfur. Smokeheart. The RiverClan tom hissed something to the WindClan cat, something she couldn’t hear, but Rainleaf didn’t care. Her mind was white with rage, and all that mattered now was the idea of removing Greyfur’s head from his body. Featherpaw, her apprentice that had been killed and partially eaten by a dog seasons ago, still haunted her. How dare he use the young cat’s death as a mere taunt?

With a strangled screech, Rainleaf threw herself after Smokeheart and leaped at Greyfur, claws extended as she aimed to rake at his eyes and face.

[darkheart]

Seeing that the attacks would not stop, Silentbreeze unsheathed his claws and lept into the battle, aiming to ease Greyfur's burden. As he was mute, he could not snarl or yowl really, so his mouth's motions were very useless unless biting.

He felt some form of contact brush his flank, and moved out of the way of what could have been an attack. He was rather unsure of what it was that wanted after him, but he knew that this battle was going to get nasty in a hurry.

The wind seemed to pick up in his ears, muting the sounds that were usually so dominant around him. It was maddening to know that he was unable to use a certain degree of his senses...but he would manage.

[~Ravenwing~]

Ravenwing was face to face with her opponent, Silentbreeze. But something wasn't 'right' about this cat.
"You're mute, aren't you?" Ravenwing asked. Her question was then answered when the cat made several motions with his head. She could tell that Silentbreeze was angered by something...Perhaps that she had forgotten his name? That would do it.
Suddenly Silentbreeze took off and lurched to defend Greyfur. That fight was now even...But that wouldn't stop her from helping her clanmates. "No you don't."

How dare he turn from their battle to take on anothers? Anger rose up inside of her chest and erupted from her mouth with a ferocious yowl. She charged headfirst into Silentbreeze's side. "You may not talk, but I know you can fight."

[OOC: this is poo. xP ]