'the guillotine' WC VS RC FIGHT HERE

[frostheart]

[OOc;; I am too lazy to get my table... ><]

Greyfur watched the turmoil being unleashed around him. The small space was now packed with cats, all pitted against one another, and some even outnumbered. While keepping himslef low to the ground, his eyes flitted around and saw there were five of them, and only three Winclanners. Knowing if they kept fighting, they were doomed. Cursing his foolishness, he knew what he must do.

Before he could act, or say anything, he heard a screech that clawed at his ears. Whiping back to face the Riverclanners once more, a bundle of fur hit him head on. He felt claws rake across his face, just below left eye. Pain exploded as blood gushed out and soaked his cheek. He might have been in pain, but he was at least happy that the cat had not hit his eye, or above it. That blow would have been blinding and detramental to his battle skills.

He realized it was Rainleaf that had attacked and slashed him. She was still attacking him, and he needed to get away. Without even think about a route of esacpe, he rolled to the side and scrambled to get on his feet. He might have been old, but he was not slow. He got his paw under him swiftly. Panting, he looked for his apprentice. Raggedpaw was facing off against another apprentice, as another cat sneaked behind him. Knowing it was an underhanded trick, he ran to the stalking cat. As he blundered toward the other cat, he yowled at Raggedpaw, 'Raggedpaw! Go back to the camp! NOW!' He paused, hoping the appretice was listening. 'Inform Stripestar what has happened!'

When he came to the smaller apprentice that was stalking behind Raggedpaw, he jumped toward him, hoping to push him to the ground. In the back of his head mind, he knew it was a bad idea to leave Rainleaf and Smokeheart open to attack another, but he had to protect Raggedpaw. He was like a son, and Greyfur felt as if he needed to keep him safe. 'Go! Now!'

[vixenn]

V I X E N P A W[/font]
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The young she-cat sighed, as Raggedpaw taunted her clanmates with his rude comments. Life was not meant to be for fighting as her mentor had always taught her. She was no longer listening to it though. She knew that she had to fight, and all those years of training would come to her advantage this battle. She was not going to back down either. That's how her mind worked when she was furious. Also the young she-cats eyes were lit with a burning hatred, so it showed how mad she really was.

As she braced herself to spring into battle, she noticed her mentor came flying out of the undergrowth, and bowled Greyfur over, and it almost made her laugh. She knew that the cat would lose that battle easily. She couldn't understand why he would tease Rainleaf with Featherpaws's death. It almost made her want to spring on him, and claw his ears off, but she didn't and instead she went for the young, and perhaps a bit charming Raggedpaw. She knew though, she couldn't ever have him nor did she want him, since he was a bit snobby to her. She hated rude cats all her life, and it made her stomach turn.

Suddenly another blur of fur came flying out of the undergrowth, and she recognized him almost immediately. It was Posionpaw, one of the apprentices she was supposed to train next to. Well that didn't happen, and instead this huge battle broke out. Again, she almost didn't spring at him, since Posionpaw could hold his own against Raggedpaw, but she heard a cat yowl, "Raggedpaw! Go back to the camp! NOW!", and she hissed with fury. Her blood went cold, and she knew that Posionpaw couldn't be nearly as fast as she.

She leaped into mid air, and yowled, "Never!", as she landed next to Raggedpaw, and hissed. She attempted to land a blow to his hand legs which were already tattered from a past injury as it seemed. She knew she had to hold him off, and she was ready for the chase. She wasn't going to back off him, and instead all the way through the moors, she planned to chase him to the Windclan camp. She hissed silently to Posionpaw, "Are you ready?", as she continued aiming blows at the scrap of fur.

[poisonpaw]

poisonpaw's eyes lit with venomus hatred as another windclan warrior knocked him to the ground while he was in mid-leap. he landed with a harsh thud on the grass and the world swirled around him. but only for a moment, because he knew that he could not show weakness in front of these cats. he would go home yowling like a little kit. he would fight and win the battle with these cats.

as quickly as he had fallen, he was back on his paws. he saw in the corner of his eye the apprentice, vixenpaw, was battling with the raggedy apprentice. he growled and then jumped to land behind vixenpaw. are you ready? at first, the apprentice wanted to screech at her, ready for what? but then it clicked in his head.

he grinned and prepared to chase the apprentice.

[[ wow, this post is a flaming piece of poop.-_-

[russia]

[atrb=border,0,false][bg=cdcf44] » HIS INSIDES TURNED TO rubber. everything around him slowed to a sickening halt. he could hear a new cat, poisonpaw creep up from behind. no, he couldn't be afraid. fear was useless at times like this. but feel rose from the ground, and poisonpaw took a daring leap right at him. there was no time to calculate. paws hit fur, throwing raggedpaw right off his own four feet and into a nearby tree. with a slam his back hit the dark, murky bark, mouth gaping in pain. raggedpaw had never felt anything so terrible in his entire life. his lungs felt like deflated balloons, and for a few heartbeats he couldn't breathe. his brain wouldn't remember. with a thud, raggedpaw's limp body hit the forest floor, paws twitching in an effort to save himself. He knew it was useless. RAGGEDPAW BARELY HEARD GREYFUR above the sound of blood rushing out of his mouth. No. not his mouth. His eyes? His ears? The apprentice didn’t know where blood was coming from. He lay there, limp, breath scraggly and uneven. Go to the camp? Get Stripestar? How could he move when his body basically felt blown to bits? No. it wasn’t for him; it was for his clan. He had a duty to finish. Weak and exhausted, Raggedpaw attempted to regain his balance, puling himself on two paws. Wait. Two paws? Turning his head, the tabby cat looked behind him. His feet. They were sprawled out like a dog carcass. They wouldn’t move! HE‘D HAVE TO THINK of something fast. Using all his strength, Raggedpaw dragged his broken back legs behind him, propelling himself with two unsheathed paws of pure muscle. He looked like a squirrel who’d escaped from a hunt. Oh great. Vixenpaw decided enough was not enough and continued to pursue him, probably smirking at what her little friend had done. “G-get awa…” Not only could he not walk, he couldn’t talk either. Raggedpaw had completely forgotten. Foxdung! Frantically, he tried to scamper, well, drag himself out of the path of the two pouncing apprentices. Now was the time! While both of them stood smirking in his way, Raggedpaw scurried past them, using all his strength, attempting to barrel right past the two cats. Camp. He needed to get to camp - raggedpaw exits - 466

[smokey]

The grey WindClan warrior was going towards his apprentice, Raggedpaw, but that also meant he was going towards the Russian Blue's apprentice, Vixenpaw as well. Smokeheart wasn't going to attack Silentbreeze, Ravenwing had him covered, but he didn't think of him as threat. Greyfur on the other hand was more of a threat. Smokeheart didn't know what the warrior was going to do, but he wasn't going to risk it. If he had just left his apprentice to fend his own battles it would have been fine. But things didn't always go as planned. If Smokeheart had knew this patrol was going to attack a WindClan patrol he would have never had insisted on going with them. He didn't want to fight. He never thought it was right, it was a dirty job to do. Except it was the lifestyle of the clans, to fight and defend.

Smokeheart ran towards Greyfur had ran to. What was his problem with apprentices? Or was it because he had to protect his own from the RiverClan apprentices that were gaining up on him. Smokeheart watched at what Poisonpaw had down to Raggedpaw, it disgusted him at what had happened. That was the reason why he didn't want to fight. To not be able to do something again like to walk or speak would be a death sentence for Smokeheart. He wouldn't even tried to better, he would probably just send himself in the river or be attack by the other clans. It wasn't worth trying to live with injuries that bad. He watched as Vixenpaw and Poisonpaw were about to run after the injured apprentice as he ran back to camp to probably get more warriors. He felt like he was disappointment, he never taught Vixenpaw to go after the injured. It wasn't to the death did battles were fought for to win.

The Russian Blue ran towards Greyfur and blocked his way to get to the apprentices. "Look at that, an injured apprentice. Maybe you shouldn't taunt Rainleaf for her apprentice when you look at yours!" Smokeheart hissed. "Looks as if he might not be able to train for some time now. What a disappointment for you, Greyfur."

[darkheart]

In response to the statement slash question, Silentbreeze opened his mouth in a silent battle-yowl, moving at the same time that Ravenwing plowed into his side. He rolled with the momentum, digging his claws into the dirt and pushing himself forward as he did. It made his counter attack rough, and that sent him slightly off, but he was in battle mode soon and properly enough.

He brought down a paw to hit the enemy upside the head before dipping low, belly against the grass, to try and land a headbutt against Ravenwing's chest. It might not work, as the attack failed in the past, but he just wanted to try it. He had to think about how he would teach his apprentice, and only useful attacks would be passed on.

[~Ravenwing~]

Ravenwing grinned as she made contact with Silentbreeze. But something was off...The enemy cat had moved, shifted his weight so that he would roll with her attack. What was he planning? Ravenwing soon couldn't think about his next attack, because of a heavy paw landing into the side of her head. She staggered back, her eyes blurring for a second, as if she had stood up too fast. Ravenwing willed them to clear, and they soon did. Luckily for her, she could see Silentbreeze crouch down. Was he going to pounce onto her? No, that was an amateur attack. His head was too low to the ground for a jump anyway. Making sure to be careful, she kept her weight off of her front paws and onto her back legs. This way she could jump away, whatever the attack was. In the blink of an eye, Silentbreeze surged his head forward, a headbutt. No way, she thought and leapt to the side. As she landed, she sank her claws into the dirt, and made sure she was secure on all four feet. He might have missed this time, but his next attack might not. Ravenwing was sure the other cats didn't think Silentbreeze was a threat. She couldn't possibly see why; just because a cat was mute, didn't mean he didn't have the full battle skills as her or her clan mates. She'd prove that her own battle was just as fierce as the others. Of course, not too intense for her to get severely hurt. Ravenwing had a feeling that she'd get an apprentice soon, and she wanted to be in top shape; just in case. Ravenwing calculated her next move quickly in her head. Silentbreeze had just attacked, so he would be off balance, a perfect time to attack. To make sure she wasn't being a bad opponent, she chose to attack his side, not his back. That was the coward's way of fighting. Ravenwing's eyes glinted, and she put all of her energy into her back limbs. Pushing back, she jumped up and forward, into Silentbreeze's side, with her claws outstretched.

[stripebird]

(Second patrol, follow my lead)

The words that echoed incessantly through his mind were stammered in rage; a simple question, but he already knew the answer… How dare they!? The leader recognized the culprit; the signs were so blatant… that RiverClan was to blame for Raggedpaw’s injuries, because who else would beat on a smaller cat and watch him (with obvious pleasure) drag his legs behind him as he crawled away? A badger would have finished him off right then and there, with their strong blows. He'd seen a cats spine snapped with just one. Merely thinking about it surged a sudden breathtaking hatred through his willowy veins, and he prayed that StarClan would have mercy on them… for the reason that Stripestar would not. Like a bullet, his pale ginger figure flickered past the open moorland, and his long legs seemingly consumed the earth: his lean mass was a flicker, a blur as he shot over the flat, windswept terrain. Behind him, he could both hear and feel the movement of the battle patrol.

If there was one thing he reviled more than lies, more than harsh reality, more than death itself, it was injustice. Would the Clans fight until they could fight no more? Would they claw eternally, ongoing, until the forest floor ran red with warrior blood? While a lurking enemy crept along with paws the weight of a plume, the Clans would fight each other instead. How much longer before the prophecies rang through every Clan cat's ears, drumming them into their foxholes? Maybe then they would regret the war, and the hostility; because they would need to make allies out of their rivals, or else fall, one by one, to a shrouded evil unnamed.

But he, Stripestar, was just as much a victim to the aggression as everyone else. His contemplation didn't separate him from them...

That was why he would offer reprisal. Vengeance. That was his justice. Perhaps then RiverClan would see that WindClan was both tired and pained by this endless crusade, and they would push back.

They would make them suffer.

He still grieved for poor Sapphirepaw, and he would never forget her; a RiverClan apprentice that sacrificed her very own life for his, for reasons he could not begin to fathom... He'd been a young, naive warrior then, and even now, his doubts were a flurry. He didn't want to acknowledge that she and him had shared a special friendship, and that she might have valued their connection more than she valued her own Clan-mates... he did not feel the same, but he respected her for what she'd done. It was not in vain, not completely... He would unleash hell on RiverClan for what they had done to WindClan then, and now; if Silentbreeze and Greyfur still stood, it was twice the retribution. Thick tail whipped behind him like a flag, before he slowed and grounded to a stop at the foot of the ravine. This was where he told his patrol what to do, and how to do it... My first couple days on the job, and we have a battle. This should be swell. He silently cursed, glancing back at the cats he had chosen... Greencloud, Cinderwing, Elmfrost... his brilliant spring olive gaze was veiled by a dark cloud: concern was blossoming.

There was a pause, a moment where he quietly deliberated. "Whatever awaits us beyond that slope, we will deal a heavy blow, and my gut tells me it's another one of RiverClans games." he murmured, his voice surprisingly gruff, "Sliverwing, you, Elmfrost and Dovepaw go that way-" He flicked his tail to his right, indicating that specific direction, "Cinderwing, take Moosecreek and Copperpaw go that way," then to the left, "Greencloud comes with me. We're going to slip into the undergrowth in RiverClan territory and attack them from behind. When you hear my battle cry, attack immediately and not a moment sooner!" For a cat who despised warfare, he dipped his head mournfully. Whatever would happen, StarClan knew.

Like a shadow he hurried along the edge of the rise until he was certain he was far enough to be ignored by the enemy; he sensed his Deputy trailing behind. Passing into the moist vegetation, he was cautious... if either were caught by a RiverClan patrol, they were goners. Ears flicked backwards, his lips curled- a snarl in waiting. He could see distinctly ahead, Greyfur and Silentbreeze being attacked simultaneously by three warriors... further up, two apprentices watched. Were... were they snickering!? Rage engulfed him, and he unsheathed his claws. Thankful for his tall, swift stature, he was like a tacit missile...

He shot directly for Rainleaf, only making himself known one single second before he [aimed to] flipped her from underneath herself. Towering over, his supple, slender cadaver tensed offensively.

"I hope you prayed this morning," He growled; tail lashing.

"Because I am not in a generous mood. WindClan! Attack!" He yowled, signaling for the others.

And then he leaped, once more, for the Bengal she-cat...

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[dovepaw]

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[atrb=background,http://i32.tinypic.com/2ir213s.jpg] Without question the young apprentice followed Stripestar out onto the moor, her long slender legs propelling her toward the target destination, anger swelling deep inside, ‘How could they do that to such a young cat?’ She let out a low growl as they came closer to the gorge. The blood swelled in her ears and she could barely hear what Stripestar said. Sliverwing, you, Elmfrost and Dovepaw go that way- Dovepaw nodded silently and did as she was told following the two warriors she pressed hard against the ground, slinking up around waiting for the signal to attack. WindClan! Attack! The words broke through the silence as she hurled up over and quickly observed the scene laid out, not too far away she could see two apprentices one orange and white the other black. Hurling herself at the smaller orange and white one she [attempted] to bowl her over. If she succeeded a swift rake to the belly would suffice, if not she would [attempt] to spring back and try not to take any damage from a resulting counter-attack. "Speech"'Thought' Word Count; 179 Notes; Sucky post is suck Marionettes; Blah Muse; Fight

[! C O P P E R P A W]

Copperpaw scrambled to her paws and raced after Stripestar, without a glance at Raggedpaw. What she had seen made her stomach churn in anger, but she tried to remain calm. She didn't know what had happened yet, and she wasn't really a cat to get worked up about things. Besides, maybe it had been their fault. Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, Copperpaw streaked over the moors, short legs working doubletime to keep up with her leader's long ones.

The cats slowed on the crest of the hill, eyes searching simultaneously for the skirmish. Nothing. Copperpaw bit her tongue as her amber eyes flicked back to her leader's, awaiting instruction. She didn't want to fight today.

"Whatever awaits us beyond that slope, we will deal a heavy blow, and my gut tells me it's another one of RiverClan's games." she listened silently, her fiery pelt glowing in the sunlight. She winced subconciously, aware of the bright color, and shrunk down to the ground to avoid being seen. "Cinderwing, take Kestrelfall and Copperpaw go that way," without thinking, Copperpaw headed off in the direction indicated by his tail. She knew that she was supposed to be following Cinderwing, but she had to keep moving, or she would lose her nerve. Battles always made her upset.

"we shouldn't have to fight, StarClan," she thought, glancing up to the heavens. She bit her tongue then, and trotted down to the dip in the moor, towards the sound of cries and battle calls.

Copperpaw watched as Stripestar threw himself at one of the RiverClan warriors, her gaze drifting to the two apprentices that sat aside, watching the blows being dealt. A streak of gray caught her attention - Dovepaw was flying towards the orange and white one. Frowning, Copperpaw moved in to help her friend and Clanmate, deciding to keep her claws sheathed until things got nasty.

The two apprentices were looking smug, sitting there together, recovering from a previous attack? Copperpaw felt bile rise in her throat as she realized they had fought against Raggedpaw. Her dislike for the scruffy apprentice vanished as her heart thudded angrily. Screw sheathed claws. She felt the ivory weapons slide out of her pink pads as she stalked forward, her flaming amber gaze burning into the black tom's pelt.

keeping her distance, Copperpaw examined the black tom with dislike. "so you're the one who hurt poor raggedpaw," she observed, noticing the fur caught between the tom's claws. Her copper eyes narrowed as she flicked her tail angrily. What had started this fight?

"unfortunately, it won't be that easy to hurt me," she tilted her head, eyeing the apprentice, hoping he would decide not to fight with her. Although she was quick and clever, she really disliked getting her paws dirty. "try it, why don't you?"

[darkheart]

The attack had hit, bowling the mute feline over and causing him to lose his perception of the reality around him for a moment. What was that? The sounds? Was that Stripestar? He heaved himself up as fast as his legs could get him, shaking a little with the odd delirium that the hit had set into him. He had to catch his breath as well, which caused him to notice a burning on his side.

He'd been scored by Ravenwing's claws. The wounds were of a decent depth, and he moved, working on moving into another stance, holding up defense. He gave another silent hiss, mainly of anger, and his claws slid out, digging into the earth beneath him.

Then he moved, slower than usual with his hurt side, he circled his opponent, and upon seeing an opening, dashed in, aiming his claws at the warrior's shoulder and side. He wanted to make this fight quick, as he felt the pain in his side eating away at his strength.

[Greencloud]

Greencloud followed Stripestar without hesitation, without any fear of the inevitable bloodshed to come. His paws collided into the earth as he followed Stripestar closely, ever vigilant of an attack from RiverClan. The thought of battle infested his mind, as it had done so on the way. Would this be his final day? Would he rest with StarClan shortly? His spine shivered, but left his thoughts dormant. Suddenly then Stripestar halted, his gaze locked upon the battle. Two of their own, Greyfur and Silentbreeze caught in unfair odds. Greencloud followed behind his leader, who had begun the assault on the RiverClan warriors.

The battle was something that astonished Greencloud, he hadn’t been in combat for much time and it brought many thoughts of horror back into his mind. Blood had already been split, an apprentice already forced to flee. How many more injuries would have be sustained for the battle to stop? Would the price of blood one day become worthless, a foolish way for one to succeed in their hatred? It wasn’t the time to think so widely of the forest, his clanmates needed assistance, something he wouldn’t dare not provide them.

Greencloud’s eyes fell upon Smokeheart, the RiverClan warrior, a sheer rage burned through Greencloud’s eyes as he raced toward the tom. Any regret would have to be answered to later, the battle brought the adrenaline needed for Greencloud to pounce at Smokeheart with little exhaustion.How dare they attack WindClan, how dare they!

[Rainleaf]

Rainleaf emitted a small grunt as she slammed head on into Greyfur, baring her teeth and snarling as she attacked him with both fang and claw, determined to rip him to pieces and then scatter them into the Gorge. One talon in particular sliced down right under his eye, causing Rainleaf to hiss in triumph. This cat would die, or she would get herself killed trying. Suddenly the tom rolled, effectively dislodging the RiverClan warrior and causing her to stumble. She landed hard on her belly, but the she-cat hauled herself to her feet and whipped around, glaring after the gray WindClan cat as he raced away. “Coward!” she screeched after him in frustration. “Face me!” Her eyes then narrowed as she realized what the WindClan warrior was yowling, his voice carrying easily through the dark winds around them. It was nearly completely black now, but the Clan cats had no trouble seeing. They were made for this.

“Raggedpaw!” the older warrior yowled, and Rainleaf noticed his gaze was aimed at the small brown apprentice that was tangling with Vixenpaw. “Go back to camp, now!” Rainleaf then froze, watching as the WindClan tom streaked straight towards Poisonpaw. Growling deep in her throat, Rainleaf leaped after him. “Inform Stripestar of what has happened!” Rainleaf felt a pang of panic. Thistles and thorns! she hissed silently. WindClan backup is the last thing we need!

“Never!” yowled a young voice, and Rainleaf looked on as Vixenpaw leaped towards Raggedpaw, blocking his way and slicing at his hind legs with thorn sharp claws. Poisonpaw, having managed to evade Greyfur, leaped almost eagerly to her side. However, with an explosion of surprising strength and determination, Raggedpaw launched himself towards him, barreling past the two enemy apprentice before racing back towards the moor. A gray blur shot past the running Rainleaf, and she skidded to a stop as she watched Smokeheart leap in the path of Greyfur with a threatening hiss.

“Look at that,” he snapped at the WindClan warrior. “An injured apprentice. Maybe you shouldn’t taunt Rainleaf for her apprentice when you look at yours! Looks as if he might not be able to train for some time now. What a disappointment for you, Greyfur.” Rainleaf crouched then, preparing to leap at Greyfur from behind and land a swift bite to the back of his neck. Let that old bone bag rot! she hissed silently. Just like that, the battle raged on between the two Clans.

The blow came unexpectedly, and with a power that initially made her think that a dog had plowed into her, Rainleaf was thrown clear off her paws, landing with a small thud not to far away. She gasped for breath and rolled over quickly, green eyes flashing when the scent of WindClan filled her nose. “I hope you prayed this morning,” a voice snarled not far from her, and she twisted her head to take in the sight of Stripestar, the WindClan leader, looming over her. “Because I am not in a generous mood. WindClan! Attack!" His battle yowl was soon followed by others, and Rainleaf watched, stunned as more WindClan warriors came from seemingly every direction.

Well then.

When the beige tom leaped again, Rainleaf flipped onto her back, well aware of the risk she was taking. However, if she succeeded, Stripestar would get a face full of claws, which was exactly what she wanted. The tom came down on top of her a half second later. With all four paws raised and centered to try and protect her stomach, Rainleaf lashed out with all of her limbs, aiming to shred Stripestar with everything she had, aiming mostly for his face and eyes.

[smokey]

Smokeheart knew this was going to end bad, and yet his clanmates had to start this fight. A fight that caused an apprentice to break his back legs, by the doing of his apprentice and another. He couldn't stand the sight of it. This was what his father and brother had wanted. They wanted bloodshed, they always want to start trouble and yet here's trouble even without them being in the clan anymore. He still stood in front of Greyfur as he heard more WindClan cats coming to help the two warriors. Back up, what fun.

[/b][/color] He wasn't pleased.

The Russian Blue watched as Stripestar jumped for Rainleaf, he was going to help her, but he was the target for the WindClan Deputy, Greencloud. He felt the black and white tom pounced on before rolling over with him still on him. His fur was thick so it would have been a lot harder for him to not have any wounds. Smokeheart was a good fighter, all due to the fact of his father and brother tormenting him about not being up to their standards and being a weak one. He proved them wrong when a battle erupted and they were the ones with more wounds on them than himself. Smokeheart, has a harder time of getting wounds, but his ears are more fragile than the rest of his covered skin.

Smokeheart hoped to regain his balance and be able to fight Greencloud face to face than underneath him. His eyes held fear with in them, he knew this fight could have been prevented if Rainleaf hadn't attacked the patrol first. The RiverClan cats were now out numbered. But hopefull they will be okay to fight off the WindClan cats.

Smokeheart wasn't going to wait for his opponent make the first move after regaining his footing. The gray tom lunge for the WindClan deputy before he was able to stand. He was going to bring him down, even if it wasn't the wise choice, but it could be the way for the fight to stop and come to end without anymore injuries. The warrior aimed for black and white tom's ears for them to bleed and make a distraction for his next move. He would hate to be doing this, but it's only because of his father's taunting that made him prove himself to work harder and try to beat his father at his own game, at being good at fighting or defense. Smokeheart went for Greencloud's throat, knowing it was big mistake in doing so. He wasn't the one to kill, and he really didn't want to kill the deputy of another clan. The other cats would call him a deputy killer or taunt him some more because he killed the WindClan deputy on his own turf. It wasn't right, but it might have been prevented if the fight had not occurred in the first place. The tom was inches away from his throat. All he had to do was put his teeth around it and bite down.

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[elmfrost]

What was it that intrigued them all in the fight? In the threat and the adrenaline of it? He wasn't entirely sure, but it was something he found himself pondering over as the group spend across the stretching moors which they controlled. His fur and mind were both ruffled still from the scene which greeted the two warriors earlier, finding the injured Raggedpaw. At the thought of the tabby apprentice, the tom found his vivid blue gaze flicking to Sliverwing, not far off. It wasn't every day that they were faced with finding an injured cat, so without a doubt, it was a disturbing moment, especially in such times. He was starting to enjoy his little talk with the white she-cat when it had happened, and now that they were speeding off toward the border, he couldn't help but wonder if after this he'd have another chance to chat with the fascinating she-cat. Now was not the time for such thoughts, and slowly, he came to a halt behind the majority of the patrol due to his speed. "Whatever awaits us beyond that slope, we will deal a heavy blow, and my gut tells me it's another one of RiverClans games." Theleader'svoice came out rough, and padding carefully forward, through the patrol, he came to the leader's side, not far from Greencloud. a look of clam across his otherwise emotionless face. "Sliverwing, you, Elmfrost and Dovepaw go that way-" Watching the tom flick his tail to the right, the tabby and white tom gave the smallest nod, his bright gaze not leaving the tom as he continued. "Cinderwing, take Kestrelfall and Copperpaw go that way, Greencloud comes with me. We're going to slip into the undergrowth in RiverClan territory and attack them from behind. When you hear my battle cry, attack immediately and not a moment sooner!" The tom gave another nod before turning to Sliverwing, giving a small flick of his ear to the she-cat, before gently tapping Dovepaw's shoulder with his tail. Padding forward, the tom moved with a surprising grace for his size, ducking down and moving forward carefully in cooperation with the leader's orders. Feeling the familiar tingling along his spine of the fight, he moved forward, keeping hidden. Offering a glance back to the two other cats, he moved till the group had a clear view of the tussling cats, openly ripping at each other. Peering at the flashing pelts of a mixed lot of colours, he spotted a familiar gray pelt, fighting with a less familiar tabby and white cat. The scents in the clearing indicated the chances where the less familiar one was a RiverClan warrior. "I hope you prayed this morning, because I am not in a generous mood. WindClan! Attack!" As the ginger tom's yowl ripped through the air, the tabby and white tom automatically launched into action. His heart pounded against his ribs, a uncomfortable constricting settling in his chest as he moved. Watching Silentbreeze circle the tabby and white RiverClan cat, he darted around the other fighting cats, until he was within range. The scent of blood hit him like a tree trunk, and he could see as his clan mate launched, he was injured down his side. Knowing a distraction would come out of the other tom's attack, he waited till the other warrior retaliated before tensing his legs and leaping forward, a strong, yet almost silent glide to his movements as he unsheathed his claws, and aimed his attack to land on Ravenwing's back and his claws in her sides. [bg=1c1c31][atrb=width,400][atrb=border,0,true]