'the guillotine' WC VS RC FIGHT HERE

[~Ravenwing~]

[bg=2E0B00] Ravenwing grinned; she had successfully hit into Silentbreeze's side with her claws. She had felt her claws sink deeply into the tom's skin. She could tell that the attack had hurt him, the grimace on his face showed that. She took a few steps back to try and think of her next move. Suddenly though, Ravenwing heard a loud yowl come from her right. "WindClan! Attack!" Ravenwing growled as she saw a bunch of cats pouring out and into the battle. Now the RiverClan cats were outnumbered. This is not good. Trying to ignore the new WindClan patrol, she turned back to Silentbreeze. Unfortunately for her, Silentbreeze had decided to attack at the second she glanced away. That's the first thing you learn, never look away from your opponent, never give them an opening. His claws found a way into her shoulders and down her side. Searing pain shot through her as the claws ripped her pelt. It felt as if her shoulder was on fire. She let out a fierce yowl as she felt the blood trickling down her side to the dusty ground below. No one could do that and get away with it! "WindClan scum!" Ravenwing yowled as she whipped her head around to attack Silentbreeze. His neck was right there to the right of her, and she could reach it easily. That's why you never let your guard down after an attack! With the ferocity of what felt like all the cats of StarClan, she sank her teeth into Silentbreeze's neck. She tasted the sharp tang of blood as it hit her tongue. Disgusting, she thought. Ravenwing didn't want to kill the WindClan cat, but the sooner he gave up, the better.

[poisonpaw]

the tom grinned, a grin that was just a little bit evil. vixenpaw was next to him, even though he had never even spoken to her. he never spoke to any one in his clan, oh how he hated the world. fighting was the only way to distract him, and he loved it. he poisonpaw's grin only grew bigger when he saw a flood of more cats fly into the feild. good, we need to pick this up a bit.

the tom leapt up and began to run to the middle of the fight. 'so you're the one who hurt poor raggedpaw, the voice of another cat turned him around. in front him was a windclan apprentice. he pulled his lips back to reveal glinting white teeth, 'unfortunately, it won't be that easy to hurt me. try it, why don't you?' he flicked his tail and his yellow eyes gave nothing away. he decided he would play along with the taunting.

'haha, sorry kitty, but i don't play kitten games. and hurting your little friend was his fault. he's weak, and deserves to suffer. all of you do! his eyes lit up again and he threw himself at the she-cat. his claws were out and hopefully he would land on the cat's back. if he was correct, his claws would dig into the skin on her back and he would see what she would do from then.

[[ ok, so sorry i took so long to respond. i have a lot of threads going on, but i knew i had to post in this. :3 ]]

[darkheart]

The pain! It shot through him, causing ever muscle to tense, every hair to stand on end, and his mouth opened, wailing his silent yowl. The fangs in his neck were not appreciated, and he felt that it could only be an end to him. So, as retaliation, and upon noticing his clan-mate entering to assist, he pulled back a bit, opening the wound, but also providing distraction. His tail lashed, a signal he used to say attack!

He moved then, trying to get away. He'd done his part, or at least a decent chunk. He writhed and moved away, bolting to the hill and looking back for a moment, hoping that his descision had not left much of a downfall to his clanmates. He then rushed off toward camp, slowing the closer he got. He was tired and needed rest.

[stripebird]

Dammit StarClan, why now? Why would RiverClan want to start a fight with WindClan when there were so many problems arising right under their noses? Stripestar felt the impact with the burly she-cat before they even collided; He cursed silently to himself when he noticed her claws, all of them, unsheathed and seemingly pointing for one destination... Thinking quickly, he used his own paws to slam into her chest— enduring shallow scratches up his forearms in the process. His expression was void all the while, occassionally flickering with concern or hatred, but for the most part it was vacant.

He kept asking himself the same question. A question that served no purpose, because he would not recieve a reply. How dare they!? If they thought they would get away with this fight, they were wrong. Their efforts to overpower WindClan would be in vain, he promised them that. What other Clan here would openly vouch for a border skirmish, especially when so many cats had been lost already?

None of mine.

Despite his anguish (anguish that came from his reluctance to fight), the pale tabby tom was triumphant as WindClan cats poured down the slope, crashing like shells into the RiverClan scum. His brilliant olive gaze was narrowed with revulsion as he then looked on the Bengal she-cat he had thrown into place. Maybe he hated fighting, and maybe he despised the consequences to it; but that didn't mean those reasons were at odds with his skill. He wasn't raw at battling, and some would say that he moved in a flash. Foxlengths away from him, Greyfur lay awkwardly. Breathing, but noteably in pain... he wanted to hustle to the tabbies side, but he knew just the same that he couldn't turn his back on his opponent. He didn't trust her or any of her Clan-mates.

Flicking his tail, he dashed towards Rainleaf in a zig-zag formation, his gaze locked on her. He aimed a lunge for her forehead, before leaping back and rolling to a different location; going back at her again, he lashed both paws out for her hind leg, preparing to swing her mass into the ground on his left, ever closer to the border. His long, thick tail lashed frantically.

"Get off my land," He spit furiously through clenched jaws. "Before I chuck you and your fishface'd patrol off in pieces!" His voice was a snarl; he meant every word.

Ignoring the sting of his thin injuries, he summed up as much strength as he could. If she wanted to jeopardize the lives of her patrol, she could do that; but WindClan would not hold back for their sakes. They crossed the border.

Now they would be punished. Feel my wrath!

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

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[atrb=background,http://i523.photobucket.com/albums/w351/glenfeather/bgback.png] Copperpaw blinked as the RiverClan apprentice spoke, his golden eyes burning into her amber ones. She felt a slight shiver run down her spine. If the Clans were all fighting among each other, then what would happen to the forest? "sorry kitty, but i don't play kitten games. and hurting your little friend was his fault. he's weak, and deserves to suffer. all of you do!" with that little speech, the apprentice leaped towards Copperpaw, his claws outstretched, hoping to gouge into her back. The golden WindClan apprentice merely rolled to the side, her gaze steady. Even she had been trained better than that. Honestly, leaping head on towards an opponent would only get you hurt. For good measure, the golden apprentice twisted onto her back and stretched out her hind legs, aiming for the black tom's soft stomach, which was exposed as he flew through the air. She was lying slightly to the right of him, her face emotionless as cats cried all around her. [eh ma god this stinks.]

[Rainleaf]

Rainleaf snarled as she proceeded to slice at the WindClan leader’s legs, hacking at the tom as hard as she could. His beige paws shoved into her stomach, causing her to gasp, but a moment later his weight was gone as the warrior danced away, nimble as a rabbit. Hissing, Rainleaf rolled back to her paws, whirling around to face her opponent once more. Stripestar stood facing her from not far away, his green eyes narrowed with what the RiverClan she-cat recognized as hatred and frustration. Let him hate, she growled silently within her thoughts. Around her, the border fight was far from quiet; screeches, hissing, and snarling rose up around her like walls on all sides, somehow managing to overcome the sound of the Gorge nearby. Rainleaf quickly repositioned herself, sidestepping farther away from the treacherous waters. She was a RiverClan warrior. She wouldn’t die from drowning. Her fate would come to a close on the battlefield.

Rainleaf blinked when a large form shot past her, disappearing quickly into the brush. It was the WindClan warrior, Silentbreeze, bleeding heavily from the neck. Rainleaf turned away for a moment, watching as Ravenwing looked after him with a triumphant gleam in her eye before whirling around to wrestle with Elmfrost. Nearby, she caught sight of Smokeheart tangling with what looked like Greencloud, judging by the black and white fur. The WindClan deputy looked as furious as his leader. Vixenpaw and Poisonpaw fought the other two WindClan apprentices side by side beyond them, and Greyfur lay not too far away, breathing heavily. Anger flared up inside the RiverClan warrior as she caught sight of the gray tom, wanting nothing more than to race over to him and tear his ears off with her own fangs.

The sound of rushing paws brought her back to the situation at hand, and she looked in time to see Stripestar bounded towards her in an odd manner, clearly trying to avoid coming at her from a predictable angle. Rainleaf immediately made her own stance lighter, less fixed. She’d have to fight fire with fire if she wanted to have a chance at taking a piece or two out of the WindClan leader. She flinched away easily from his first strike, one beige paw aimed at her forehead. Keeping light on her paws, Rainleaf then leaped backwards, surprised to see her own movements mirrored in Stripestar’s. I’m thinking like a WindClan cat now. It wasn’t so bad. This was the moors, not the soft banks of the river. Rainleaf hissed when her brief lapse in focus rewarded her with both of the tom’s paws gripping her right hind leg; how he got there so fast was unknown to her.

“Get off my land,” she heard Stripestar hiss. “Before I chuck you and your fish-faced patrol off in pieces!” Rainleaf narrowed her eyes, furious at both his words and the force she felt pulling violently at her leg. Making a snap decision, Rainleaf let him pull her and allowed Stripestar to wing her around to his right. Utilizing the momentum, Rainleaf then twisted her lithe body and aimed a blow, fueled by the WindClan leader’s own strength, right at the side of his head.

“Go ahead and try!” she half snarled, half laughed, claws extended.

[kestrelfall]

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[atrb=background,http://i36.tinypic.com/2wbxrac.jpg] WindClan, attack! The leader’s voice rang out, making her adrenaline run that much faster. Numerous amounts of emotions overwhelmed the feline as their patrol reached the area of the battlefield. Obviously, thanks to them RiverClan was outnumbered, and as much as it hurt the she-cat to see her clanmates, fighting, she was a little more relieved. The first thing she noticed was Stripestar lunging at a RiverClan cat whose name she couldn’t quite remember. All of the RiverClan cats were paired up with WindClan cats, but the closest pair to her were Greencloud and Smokeheart. The female rushed in, doing as much as she could to help the deputy. Stripestar seemed to be handling everything well, but she wanted to do as much as she could, and seeing as Greencloud and his rival were closest, it seemed best to help the deputy out. The smell of tension and blood hung thick in the air, and Kestrelfall couldn’t help but wonder if the blood was spilled from her Clan or the rival Clan. The smell alone made the female’s nostrils flare, and her claws came out of their sheathes and dug into the ground, as the female considered the best ways to attack the RiverClan warrior without screwing up much of Greencloud’s concentration. The female’s heart leaped and hammered, and her muscles were tensed and ready to unleash as much fury as she could possibly unleash. Although Greencloud seemed to be doing fine with the other warrior, it would be quicker and more effective on their part for another cat to jump in, resulting in the RiverClan warrior to run off. It also allowed them to have one cat gone, and two other cats to stay and help with the other warriors who seemed to be in more trouble than others. Kestrelfall let out a hiss as she attacked Smokeheart from the side, hoping to knock the tom off his feet, her ears flattened and claws ready to break through fur and into skin. three thirty three.

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[cinderwing]

The senior warrior, a black and white she-cat of many moons, shot across the moor on legs that seemed to belong to a cat much younger than herself. Her claws remained unsheathed as she ran among a tight knot of warriors and apprentices, with Stripestar in the lead along with their deputy, Greencloud. The older warrior, Cinderwing, narrowed her eyes as she sprinted, itching for the fight that would be fought in defense of their families. RiverClan! she nearly snarled aloud, flicking her ears and lashing her tail. I’ll drown them in their own river! Eagerly awaiting sinking her fangs into some enemy flesh, the she-cat emitted a small hiss as she continued to race through WindClan territory on paws as light as feathers.

Ahead, the sound of battle drew near to their ears: hissing, yowling, screeches of both triumph and pain… It took all the she-cat had to not release a cry of her own, a warning to those water loving scum that they were about to enter a world of pain very, very quickly. How dare they attack us? Cinderwing thought in exasperation. And on our territory no less! The patrol was slowing to a stop now, and Cinderwing watched as their leader turned quickly, eyeing his Clan mates quickly as he most likely prepared to dish out orders. "Sliverwing,” he said suddenly. “You, Elmfrost and Dovepaw go that way-" He flicked his tail to his right, pointing to a slope that would lead down into the clearing. "Cinderwing,” he then said, causing the she-cat’s ears to flick. “Take Kestrelfall and Copperpaw, go that way." The tip of his tail twitched to the left. Cinderwing tensed her muscles, ready to leap into action. She nodded.

"Greencloud comes with me,” Stripestar said lastly, green eyes bright. “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!" Quiet mews of agreement rose up from the patrol as all cats prepared themselves for a fight. With another nod, Stripestar sped off into the undergrowth with Greencloud hard on his heels, and with a nod to Kestrelfall and Copperpaw, Cinderwing raced to the left, slipping silently into the tall grass.

Peering through, Cinderwing could see cats wrestling with each other all around, with the second party reeking of RiverClan. Tail flicking eagerly behind her, Cinderwing waited for Stripestar’s signal. To her right, a beige blur shot out of the reeds of RiverClan territory and picked a Bengal she-cat right off her paws. It was Stripestar. He snarled something to the warrior that Cinderwing recognized as Rainleaf before yowling, “WindClan! Attack!”

Yowling, two other groups of WindClan cats broke through the briars and launched themselves at the enemy patrol. Copperpaw shot past Cinderwing and threw herself at one of the RiverClan apprentices, a dark black tom. Kestrelfall leaped at another warrior, Ravenwing, just as Silentbreeze made a run for it, bleeding heavily. StarClan help him, Cinderwing thought gravely. Realizing that everyone had a target except her, Cinderwing narrowed her eyes and quickly scanned the clearing, and she hissed when she realized that everyone was fairly squared off. Rats! she thought. I guess today’s just not my lucky- She broke off of her mental rant when she caught sight of Greyfur lying hunched over nearby, bleeding and exhausted. Without a second thought, Cinderwing raced towards him, her black and white pelt a blur. As she neared the other senior warrior, the she-cat flicked her tail. “Greyfur!” she hissed over the tumult of the battle around them. “Come on, you have to get up!” Cinderwing attempted to hoist him to his paws with one strong shoulder. “Get back to camp if you can, Silentbreeze just left a moment ago. You can head to camp together.” Her yellow eyes flashed. “We’ll take care of this.”






Tagged; Greyfur
Of course he'll ignore her xD

[poisonpaw]

when the windclan she-cat rolled onto her back and batted at his soft belly, poisonpaw did a somersault and flipped neatly onto his paws. he stopped for a split second to catch his breath, hoping the dull pain would subside. it was stupid of him to try that move, now he would have a weak spot. but he would not make it easy to reach. his glowing yellow eyes gave nothing away and his lips were pulled tightly up to his nose. with narrowed eyes he pulled his claws back.

the black tom then proceed to feint to the she-cats right side. now that the tom was on his paws it was dangerous for the she-cat to be laying on her back and he seized the moment. he reared up on his hind legs with almost perfect balance and decided to use the classical front paw blow. with lightning speed, he brought down his front paws, with claws sheathed, and hoped that he was quick enough to get a good blow.

[C!NDERDUST]

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[atrb=background,http://i523.photobucket.com/albums/w351/glenfeather/bgback.png] The black tom flipped over Copperpaw, her paws making contact with his stomach, before he landed on his paws, clearly winded from the move. She sighed inwardly, hoping that nothing too bad would happen today. The Clans didn't need more trouble than they already were facing. Lying on her back, Copperpaw began to twist up, but suddenly the tom was there, rearing up above her, his claws unsheathed. They glinted dangerously in the sunlight, and the small golden she-cat winced, her amber eyes narrowed. That would hurt. So she tucked her hind legs under her, muscles tensed, and shoved outward, hoping to make contact with his already bruised stomach. He had exposed himself when he reared up over her, and although his claws were already scratching her shoulders, the tom would hopefully go flying backwards into the fray of writhing cats, giving her time to breathe and to recover from his somewhat strange attacks. [no muse. blegh.]

[vixenn]

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[atrb=background,http://i31.tinypic.com/295suh0.jpg] Her eyes burned with hatred, as she saw Raggedpaw had exited and escaped her. She hissed in fury and was cut short by a smaller younger she-cat. Vixenpaw felt her body fall almost limp from the impact. It didn't stop her though, it only fueled her anger. She pushed on, and rolled out from underneath the apprentice whom attacked her. She knew her time was coming and it was only a matter of time before she couldn't take much more of the battering, and fighting. Her paws felt weak from the fighting, and her limbs ached with tiredness. Although it didn't stop the young she-cat from trying to win this. She noticed everyone around her was so badly injured, and about as tired as she was. It was like never ending. It seemed as if time was just creating so much chaos which to her was not something she could accept. Whirling around she aimed a blow at the she-cat who attacked her, with her claws unsheathed. Her eyes showed nothing but cold hearted anger which for her was not normal. She was not meant to kill, and she knew deep down she couldn't kill anyone, but these cats could, so it was not a chance she was willing to take. Noticing Posionpaw beside her, she yowled, "Don't let her beat you, I have faith in you." Vixenpaw was not going to let him down either, and she continued battering blow at the she-cat, not sure if she was even hitting, but not caring either. She just didn't care, and wanted it to be over and done with. She hissed again to the young she-cat, "You lose.", as she sprung into the air, trying to land on the she-cats back. "Speech"'Thought' Word Count; 420 Notes; Blegh. Muse; Getting there.

[poisonpaw]

poisonpaw eyes widened when he felt his claws starting to slip from the she-cat's skin as she tried to throw him off. he closed his eyes as he flew through the air and he let out a hiss when he landed awkwardly on his shoulder. 'damn it!' he whispered through clenched teeth.

around him, cats screamed and fought, and he couldn't tell who was riverclan or who was windclan. 'Don't let her beat you, I have faith in you. the black tomcat looked up and saw the she-cat who helped him fight the raggedy windclan apprentice. he pulled his lips back and said in a harsh voice, 'who the hell are you? keep your faith to yourself, thank you very much!'

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poisonpaw would have loved to rip that she-cats face off, but he had a another she-cat to fight. the young tomcat charged through the mass of cats until he found the she-cat. he ran as fast as he could with his head aimed against her ribs. hopefully he would feel the clash of bones against his skull.[/justify][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]

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

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[atrb=background,http://i523.photobucket.com/albums/w351/glenfeather/bgback.png] The apprentice flew backwards, and Copperpaw blinked at her own strength. Suddenly, a fleeing warrior nearly trampled her, and she curled up into a small ball, trying to avoid the screaming cats around her. She slipped across the field, her amber fur brushing the ground, and scanned the moors for the black apprentice, hoping that he would just leave. She hoped that she hadn't hurt him too badly, but at least enough to teach him a lesson. Suddenly, a rush of black fur barreled into her side, and Copperpaw flew several tail lengths and lay there, winded, before getting to her paws, her side aching dangerously. She struggled to stay on her feet, spots dancing in her vision as she sucked in air, trying to expand her crushed lungs. Ouch. she thought, dazed. The cries of the cats were surrounding her, ringing in her ears, and she shook her head, blinking her amber eyes furiously. When she recovered, they burned golden. Without a second of warning, Copperpaw flew at the apprentice, claws unsheathed and outstretched. She aimed directly for his chest, neither exposing her stomach or her back to him. This was a full-on collision, if she hit her mark. She hoped to knock him over onto his back, so that she could snarl at him from above and dig her claws into his shoulders, the way he had done to her. He had left several long, deep scratches. [ahhh i hate battles.]

[frostheart]

With Cinderwing yelling in his ear, Greyfur felt himself return to his body. He had been floating in the black space between awake and asleep.He struggled to open his eyes. Attempting to get up, was quite easy considering the blow that had knocked him to the ground. Smokeheart had cut him off as he went to help his apprentice, and had been knocked to the side. there had been a small stone hidden in the grass, and as Greyfur landed he had smacked the side of his head off the rock. There was a pounding in his head now, along with the bleeding cut just below his eye. He was tired, but was not going to give in.

He turned to Cinderwing, saying to her softly, 'No. There was a set look on his face as he said the words. 'I have a duty to the clan. I will not give in.' As Greyfur spoke with Cinderwing, he was not looking at her, but at the battle around them. Everyone seemed to be in a fair fight so he decided that he would go and assist Stripestar. Might as well finish what I started. With that, he turned away from the she-cat and ran to near where Stripestar was.

He was locked in a heated exchange with Rainleaf, the one he hated so. He had mocked her, and she had tired to hurt him. Understandable. But what was not, was that she had attacked him in the first place. He had not been on their territory, only close, to mark the border. He knew the warrior code, and attacking anothre cat on their own land was against it. Stripestar had just attacked Rainleaf. While running, he could see what Rainleaf was going to do.

'NO!

Greyfur pushed himself harder trying to get there before the blow landed. Just before he reached the two, he unsheathed his claws and lunged at Rainleaf. He aimed for her haunches, planning to sink his claws into the soft tissue and hold on. Maybe try for a few bites to the lower spine, and the base of the tail. Those would hurt the cat if his teeth were buried deep enough. Wordlessly snarling, he launched using the momentum he had, and the power from his thick hind legs. Claws out, fury unleashed.


CODE;; Speaking, Thinking, Other Speaking
Muse;; Okay... Finally posted Though!
Tagged;; Cinderwing, Rainleaf

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[stripebird]

There was no denying it. The truth sat there on its crimson throne, its sword at its side, the hilt evident; just a fraction of the shimmering silver visible atop the sheath where it laid so plainly, but so beautifully. RiverClan weren't leaving without a serious beating, and despite his unwillingness to serve it to them in the first place, he felt eager enough to give them what they wanted. And just this once he would do just that. Stripestar knew that his Clan was at risk, and he knew very well that each and every one of them would sacrifice their lives for its very sake. A selfish, but honorable action it was, they were soldiers of their word; their oath, to the death-no matter what. Was it fair to say that he almost hated RiverClan?

Being a new leader, a sudden border fight was the last thing he had wanted. Just like it was the last thing he’d expected, in all honesty. What were their motives? Had WindClan crossed the border? Would Greyfur have let that happen? The thought was unlikely, but still an option… maybe in his decrepit senior moons his mind was faltering. The beige tom doubted the probability of it, since he knew Greyfur was a very loyal and dignified warrior; what would he have to gain by crossing RiverClans border? (With a fresh apprentice, his own, to be exact- with or without an aged swiss cheese mind) Stripestar didn’t believe for a second that the gray tom would have allowed such negligence to take place. It had to be RiverClan, every little whiff of it.

But then, if the Clans were to band together, as Cinderdust and Hawkstar had spoken amongst themselves for a short period of time, did that mean RiverClan was completely oblivious to the danger that lurked somewhere in the forest? And if they weren’t, they were carelessly starting fights. It was weakening their Clan as much as it was weakening WindClan… he would never admit that vocally, it was just to be assumed by the best of us. To put an end to the pessimistic over-thoughtful contemplation, Stripestar loved his Clan, he worried for their safety; he acknowledged that this was putting them all at risk, even the most cunning and brave; but he would let RiverClan know.

That if they pushed first, WindClan would push back. He wasn’t afraid to own up, either.

When he lifted the Bengal she-cat, he felt the momentum of her weight swing them both towards the ground; her blow landed on the side of his head; it didn't sting right away, but it gradually numbed. He was scarcely aware of a dreary blur tearing her from his grasp before he'd had the chance to land her; he was dumb struck for a single heartbeat as he crashed into the brittle earth, alone; his claws unsheathed and digging abruptly into the supple soil. Brilliant olive depths were rapid as he scanned the battle field, the pain in his cranium throbbing now. He could hear his breaths, and all around him the screeches of battle hushed. His Clan was knotted tightly with the enemy; he rose to his lean limbs shakily, trying to recover from the surprise strike to his head. His ears flicked backwards. Close by, Greyfur was a whirlwind as he attempted to strike the strong she-cat again and again. The whole Clan was almost matched.

What to do, what to do... wincing, he shook his head. They were agile and swift, not meant for brute strength combat.

They had to win, or else it would never end, this horrible chain of warfare. RiverClan would terrorize them for seasons to come unless WindClan could show them that they were done taking the hits. “WindClan! Establish a line of defense!” He yowled, backing up away from the crowd, to form the first thread of their wave. Lips curled back in a snarl, he crouched, prepared to drive RiverClan back with his current of warriors. Five RiverClan cats against twice that would hopefully intimidate them. “Let’s give these fishfaces something to gossip about! Push them over the border, and by force!”

This was their last resort, because he didn't have any tunnelers to use the feigned retreat with...

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