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Post by elmfrost on Feb 13, 2011 4:40:28 GMT -5
Attention completely on the tabby she-cat, Elmfrost almost jumped himself when another voice yowled out from behind the RiverClan warrior.'Because it's pretty awful! Glancing up only enough to recognize the cat as a clan-mate, the warrior gave a small dip of his head, an acknowledgement of sorts, just before the injured she-cat disappeared from his view. Blinking, he lifted his head up, in time to see her darting away from the battle, something that for the briefest of moments, brought a satisfied smirk to his lips. But, as quick as it appeared, it was gone, and he was back in neutral, ears swiveled around toward the leader, his keen hearing even like that unable to really interpret the leader's words.
Not letting himself get caught up in it quite yet, the tabby and white tom glanced around the bloodied battle field, before backing up the hill again, giving a small flick of his tail for Moosecreek to follow him up. While RiverClan were low on numbers right then, they wouldn't stay that way for long, not with that apprentice having raced off to get help. Teeth clenched together for the smallest of moments, the tom turned only temporarily to get up the hill quicker, his large paws balancing him almost perfectly as he landed smoothly by the leader's side, just as the ginger tom stepped back, and in time to catch Cinderwing's soft words. “Greencloud is dead." It was almost funny, how just those three words could turn what could have been a typical border fight into something so much worse, something that would be remembered.
Grief welled up through the tom, glinting in his vivid blue gaze, his heart clenching painfully in his chest. He was dead? The deputy was dead? Wrinkling up his nose slightly in disbelief, the tom glanced from the leader to the warrior, a question. It was answered quickly however, when the familiar black and white figure caught his eye, the limp body more than enough to stop his heart for those few long milliseconds. It was Stripestar's howl which snapped him back to the reality of the fight, which brought his full attention back to what they had to do. Glancing back behind him, the tom let his gaze fall blank, taking in the tilt of the hill. What if they got up higher? What if they used standing up at the top when the next patrol came to knock them off guard? Finally turning his gaze back to the
"Now!" The leader's yowl snapped him once again out of his thoughts as he spun around fully, gaze flicking from Moosecreek to Cinderwing, the tom dug his claws into the ground, gaze scanning the battlefield with a calm mind. There was only that apprentice and Rainleaf left mostly uninjured, if they could get them down for the count before the back up came, maybe then they'd have that chance. Noticing the latest arrival on the scene, Elmfrost glanced toward Stripestar for a moment before pointing his tail sharply toward the line they had almost completed formed. All they had to do was stay in this line, work together to push these cats back. Right then however, there was one cat who needed to be dealt with. Taking careful note of which direction Rainleaf was, Elmfrost stalked forward, waiting till she lunged at Greyfur once again before making his move. Coming in from the uphill side, he unsheathed his claws once again and lept, aiming to charge straight into the she-cat's side and knock her off balance, not a sound escaping his jaws.
If he could knock her off balance at least that would catch her attention. From there, he could move back into the clan's line of defense.
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Post by --*doveFLIGHT on Feb 15, 2011 15:46:26 GMT -5
doveflight of riverclan She's all laid up in bed with a broken heart | [atrb=border,0,true] War pounded in her ears. As she pushed her way out of the reeds with her clan close to her, she flexed her claws once. She smiled with pleasure, knowing she had not forgotten anything her mentor taught her, and she had got better since then. It wasn't exactly a pleasure to her to fight, but if it was to defend her clan then she was going to fight to the death.
All she could see in her head was Vixenpaw. She knew the young apprentice would be fine, but she reminded her too much of her former apprentice Vanillapaw. She always regretted not being there for Vanillapaw when she was on her last breath. Instead of being there, Doveflight was out fishing for her. She was going to try to make her apprentice as comfortable as she could. Before she could even reach camp, an apprentice bounded out to tell her that Vanillapaw was dead.
It came as a harsh blow. She was in dismay. Doveflight could not believe that her apprentice was dead. The cream and white colored she-cat didn't go back to camp right away. She sat at the river, with tears brimming in her eyes. Everyone mistook Doveflight as harsh back then because of how hard she trained Vanillapaw, but at the same time, it was worth it. She knew that the apprentice was learning so much from it.
The grass was still smooth by the river, because of the moisture. It was almost a beautiful sight. The sunlight was shining, but she knew that eventually even the sunlight couldn't brace her for the bloodshed that she was about to stumble upon.
As they neared the Riverclan and Windclan border, she let out a silent hiss. She heard the wails of cats further down in the moors. It was almost gut wrenching, as she passed a cat's corpse laying close to the borders. She knew it was time. It was time to go defend her clan, and at all costs.
She yowled, "Riverclan, fall in! Let's show these mongrels who is really tougher. Do not give up, and do not let them get you into a weak spot. Keep yourselves up, and don't be afraid to try to get some of our most injured out!" Her paws now padded the ground, as she neared the brawl.
She grinned, as the Windclanners established a line of defense. It was like their leader was determined to wipe out the rest of her battered clan, who were trying to be strong. She whipped around and meowed calmly to Feathertail, "Don't worry about me. I will be fine. Make sure that you don't get harmed."
Her golden orbs were now glowing with hatred, and she sneered, "So this is Windclans plan? I got one better. Riverclan, attack!" As if on cue, she launched her slender body into the air, attempting to land on one of the many Windclan warriors that were there. She was in no mood, and personally it irked her to see her clan so torn up. She let out a silent prayer to Starclan, hoping that she would make it out alive. | [bg=443e43]
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Post by feathertail on Feb 15, 2011 17:33:22 GMT -5
Feathertail's paws seemed to shake the ground as she ran towards the gorge. She could feel her heartbeat in her ears. Her breaths were quick and her chest grew tighter with every one. She could feel the hair on her silver tabby pelt rising. The hackles on her neck began to sand on end. She felt the adrenaline pumping through her veins. Her nervousness began to fade away. She felt lightly more focused. The setting around her became a blur, she had only one thing on her mind. This was war. The irony-y scent of blood flooded over her nostrils. She grimaced at it's unique scent. This was not just a little border dispute. But who's blood could it be? Her mind bean to race through the faces that had left for border patrol at dawn.
She pushed herself to go faster. To get there in time, no one could die today. She heard the sound of cats in the distance. The unfamiliar screeching sounds. Feathertail let out a loud ferocious yowl. She was ready for this. Her clan was more important to her than anything. And she was needed right now. She would not take a life, not unless her own was threatened or another RiverClan cat. But it had never come down to that in battle for her.
Her and Doveflight led the pack of RiverClan cats. A swirl of color against the snow running in line toward the unknown. Feathertail saw a body, but just ran past it. She could feel the fear gripping her heart, the blood pounding in her ears. A lump swelled in her throat, was it a RiverClan cat? Or WindClan? "Riverclan, fall in! Let's show these mongrels who is really tougher. Do not give up, and do not let them get you into a weak spot. Keep yourselves up, and don't be afraid to try to get some of our most injured out!" Doveflight yowled as they met the battlefield. It was now covered in blood, numerous cats fighting each other. It reeked of death almost, or maybe that was just her mind playing tricks on her.
The sleek silver tabby didn't know who needed more help, her icy blue eyes searched for familiar faces. "Don't worry about me. I will be fine. Make sure that you don't get harmed." [/color] Doveflight mewed to her. Feathertail was almost taken aback. She would be just fine, she'd been through plenty of battles. She had learned from one of the best, BadgerClaw. He was a magnificent warrior, and one of the best fighters. Him and Feathertail had spent many moons working on moves for battle alone. She shook off the white she-cat's comment. She looked back into the crowd for her apprentice. She spotted the small silver tabby and felt relieved. She didn't want the she-cat to be out of her site for a second, but she was sure it would happen. The RiverClan cat's were so out numbered when they got there,only two are three remained. They had gotten there just in time. Feathertail sent a silent thanks to StarClan. She needed to regain her composure and look on the battlefield with new found eyes. She felt the hared building up inside of her. The anger from Minnowpaw's comments from earlier. At the ShadowClan warrior's for killing her mother and destroying her father. She saw noting else but targets on each one of the WindClan cats. She ran to a rock and flung herself off it and onto a cat's back, claws unsheathed. She did not make a sound. She did not talk much in battle, she ignored their insults. It was just another way to distract you, and that was not affordable. words - - - > 620[/size][/justify] |
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Post by stripebird on Feb 15, 2011 21:34:55 GMT -5
The second they broke through the reeds, their sleek bodies sliding into the river effortlessly, it was clear that they were going to attack without bothering for an explanation. Nonetheless, this was WindClans territory and the pale tabby knew as well as any of his Clanmates that RiverClan would not be able to defeat them here, where they ruled every square inch. The enemy she-cats advanced, darting straight for the hillside where a thick row of WindClan cats were positioned.
Stripestar didn't tear his spring green rays from the coming Warriors, he simple spoke, before anyone but WindClan was close enough to hear. "If this doesn't work, I want Cinderwing, Graywind, and Kiteclaw to fall back and circle around. Attack from the dense reeds along the riverbed, we can surround them that way... " He growled, flattening his ears and squaring his haunches.
"And the minute they get here, all duck and strike, so the sunlight will blind them. I'll say "leap" so while they prepare themselves for pouncing attacks, we come from below!" And that was it! It was time! (Yes, he liked to encourage his Warriors during battle, often coming across as chatty)
They already knew to use the sunlight to their advantage, and to stay on higher ground during combat; RiverClans heavy, compact coats would make them slower up on the mounds of Earth, considering they were not naturally lean and agile like the fleet-footed felines of the moorland. WindClan took extreme pride in this, actually.
He had fought in many battles before, against his moral wills, but for the good of his Clan. The only difference at this point was that he was leader now, and everything had changed drastically. Every decision he made mattered, and if he made one wrong move... his entire Clan could be in jeopardy. He prayed to StarClan that whatever happened here, that he would not lose anymore of his Warriors.
Doveflight and Feathertail were nearly on them, hatred glimmering in their eyes, their claws open to lunge.
Little did RiverClan cats know, however, any of WindClans strategies. Just as WindClan didn't know any of RiverClans... these were well-kept secrets of the forest. Every Clan had a direct way of fighting, depending on it's environment.
His heartbeat drummed madly in his chest, in fear that another life would be lost to these foxhearted fishfaces; he had suffered a blow to his head from Rainleaf, but the strength of his adrenaline upstaged the ache, and kept the sting from dragging him down. Blood pounded in his ears, so hard that the tall, oriental could feel every pulsating throb in every centimeter of his veins. It was hot, like molten lava had erupted from the depths of his own fury, into his biological roots.
"Leap!" He screeched at the top of his lungs as soon as Doveflight was a mousetail away, but instead of soaring through the air for her shoulders, he instantly dropped like a torpedo, the sun glaring down on his back, boiling the dusty ground - it would seem much hotter to paws unfamiliar to the terrain. Moonstones narrowed, his mouth was a pursed thread, more concentrated on winning this border dispute than anything.
After a tick had passed, with claws unsheathed, he attempted to latch onto her hind legs as he slid beneath her tabby mass.
Don't even. As he had treated Smokeheart, he would not make any exceptions for these stupid barbarians.
570ish. RiverClan shouldn't know much about WindClans fighting styles. xD I got these ideas from Battles of the Clans~
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Post by --*doveFLIGHT on Feb 17, 2011 19:18:05 GMT -5
doveflight of riverclan She's all laid up in bed with a broken heart | [atrb=border,0,true] As if the second she leaped she had the Windclan leader on her tail. She fell underneath him, and snarled in pain. It felt like thorns were raking her back legs as he landed a harsh blow to them. The pain was beating on her, but she did not give in to Stripestar. Quickly, she got to her paws and shook the dust from her pelt.
She hissed softly, "If you only knew how bad of a day it was to pick a fight with me." Her golden orbs were now glimmering with amusement, as she unsheathed her claws and attempted a blow to his head. She was personally fed up with it all, and she knew eventually the Windclan cats would wear down. The Riverclan patrol was refreshed, and ready for anything. Even if it meant battling to their death.
She remembered that moment something that was important to her. Her loyalty, and determination. She pressed on with the Windclan leader, as massive as he was, aiming blows at his pelt, and head. She wasn't completely sure they would land on him, but she tried. The leader was very quick, and that was something Riverclan did not have on them. They were not all that swift, and the only fast cat they had was in the camp.
As moments passed she snapped back to reality, and yowled, "Riverclan, keep it up! Do not let them escape. and do not give in!" That moment she felt brave, and she was much smaller in size compared to the Windclan leader. She wondered why it had to come to this. Doveflight did not always get why everyone fought. She knew now that this was a war. It could not be stopped now, and she could not let them win.
She glanced over at Feathertail, as she yowled, "Feathertail, cover them now!" Her muscles were tense and she felt the adrenaline pumping through her veins. Doveflight knew there was not going to be an end to this. As much as she wanted no fighting, she wasn't letting her clan fall.
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Post by daisy on Feb 17, 2011 20:19:34 GMT -5
A silver tabby followed the rest of the patrol. Not taking anytime to think, Silverstorm lept at a WindClan cat, hissing at the other clan. Who started this fight anyhow? she thought, backing away and trying to find another warrior to atack. Growling softly, the RiverClan warrior listend to her clanmates and yowled her encorgement, "Do you best RiverClan!" her green-orange eyes glowing in the dim light. Shaking her pelt, she frowned, leaping at another warrior, hopping to hit the WindClan warrior square on his head. "You wont win against us," she growled, her eyes scanning the ground for her leader.
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Post by poisonpaw on Feb 17, 2011 21:14:15 GMT -5
Everything seemed silent except for the loud echoing boom of screeches. Poisonpaw had no idea what was going on, but every screech that a cat made seemed to split his ear drums. Crouching down, he did everything he could not do let the pain over come him. 'What the hell is happening to me?' And then, it was gone, and the reality of battle smacked him across the face as a pair of fighting cats trampled him. He hissed and swiped at the paws moving away from him, hoping he got to trip some cat. He didn't care if it was one of his own Clan members. As he ran through the battle, looking for worthy opponents, he recalled what he had done to that ragged piece of mouse dung the WindClan cats called an apprentice. Poisonpaw grinned from the sweet memory, revealing his blood stained fangs.
The tom heard paw steps approaching behind him, and he whirled around. A WindClan warrior he couldn't recognize was charging at full speed towards him. Acting quickly, Poisonpaw jumped into the air and landed directly behind the attacker. Now he had the short moment of surprise on his side while his attacker had to turn around and regain balance. Poisonpaw took this moment to crash into the cat's legs and knock him over. 'Yes!' Poisonpaw sank his sharp fangs into the cats leg, biting down harder as he yowled in pain. 'This is too easy!' But the WindClanner was swiping at his face now, so he jumped away. He was planning on gaining on his attacker, but another RiverClanner was already taking care of that for him.
Pleased with the progress he was making, he searched for another opponent. He knew his good luck was going to end at some point, battles should never be this easy! A yowl made him glance up, and he saw more RiverClan cats charging into the battle. 'Hm, I guess the idiot apprentice made it back to camp.' Well, at least it would give his Clan a better a chance to winning this thing. Weaving through hoards of cats hissing and writhing in the dust, he heard a hiss in particular. Turning sharply, he saw the WindClan leader fighting with Doveflight. Poisonpaw grinned and stalked around the cats he had passed moments before. He didn't care if Doveflight wanted to tackle the leader by herself, Poisonpaw was going to join in this fight.
By the time he was in leaping distance, Doveflight was just randomly batting at Stripestar's head. Searching for a target on the leader, he waited for the perfect timing. Doveflight was still doing her paw batting move. 'Now!' Poisonpaw darted forward like an explosion behind him. His claws outstretched, his teeth bared, and his blazing yellow eyes hard and cold, he was ready to create a triple battle. The sun blazed overhead, making his skin boil under his black pelt. Suddenly, Poisonpaw knew what hell was. And he didn't care, the adrenaline pulsing through his blood was making him excited, and he absorbed every ounce of it. With luck, he would land on the leader's tail and be able to attack the back side of him, while Doveflight attacked the front.
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oh, in the middle the cat poisonpaw fought was an npc, i hope that's okay. and sorry to whoever was fighting poisonpaw before this. i just forgot who it was. and doveh and smallie, if you don't want poisonpaw in this little mini fight, then i'll have him leave in the next post, but stripestar should totally wallop him. ;3
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Post by ¿ emberflare ? on Feb 17, 2011 22:26:15 GMT -5
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A mottled figure lurked among the tall grasses, legs bent in a tight crouch. The cat's muscles ached; she'd been this way since what felt like ages ago, ever since she had been called on to serve as back up for a dangerous situation by the gorge. Her vibrant tangerine eyes surveyed the area, resting on her clanmantes near her, all poised in the same position.
It never had to end up this way. But oh-so-clever RiverClan had to goad on the situation, until they had finally violated the border. And now, here the two Clans were, facing each other. It was destined that one would fall, while the other claimed victory. Kiteclaw's lids slid over her eyes as she sent a prayer to her WindClan ancestors. Watch over us, she called mentally. Help us to show those cats from the river that the moor belongs to the wind.
The monochrome, blotched warrior blinked. From her vantage point, she could hear the yowls of RiverClan cats as they advanced up the hills. The rasp of a voice floated towards the line of warriors. "If this doesn't work, I want Cinderwing, Graywind, and Kiteclaw to fall back and circle around," hissed Stripestar. "Attack from the dense reeds along the riverbed, we can surround them that way. And the minute they get here, all duck and strike, so the sunlight will blind them. I'll say "leap" so while they prepare themselves for pouncing attacks, we come from below!"
Kiteclaw liked it. Those RiverClanners would never suspect it. She admired her leader's ability to conjure up an impromptu battle plan in the blink of an eye that used their surroundings to their advantage. Sure, this was home ground, but there were many ways to misuse it. They could have done something like sneak around the hill and attack from behind, something that was both bothersome, laborious, and rather useless.
The rustling of paws churning grass crescendoed as RiverClan drew closer. The drumbeats escalated in Kiteclaw's ears as the blood rushed through them. Ivory claws slid out of their sheaths as the she-cat prepared to attack.
"Leap!"
As Stripestar's voice rang through the air, Kiteclaw bunched up her muscles, and sprang forward. She landed beside an enemy, but did not pay any attention to that particular cat. Out of the corner of her eye she caught sight of Stripestar being harassed by a she-cat. The WindClan she-cat recognized the mottled pelt as that of Doveflight's, a cat that she had briefly met at a previous Gathering.
The black and white warrior leaped towards the bulkier RiverClanner with claws outstretched. She headed for her pale flank, aiming to unbalance her. The warrior also decided to do this reckless charge for another, greater reason, to drive RiverClan towards the base of the hill and back into the territory they belonged in.
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Post by feathertail on Feb 18, 2011 10:37:37 GMT -5
Featthertail's silver sleek coat was a blur as she soared through the air. She was thin and quick, an advantage over more of the bulkier cats of RiverClan. Her pelt was short,, and her body streamlined almost perfectly for swimming. Her agility was a skill she had gained from many moons of training with BadgerClaw. He always pushed her to try harder, to run faster, to be stronger. She could feel the blood pulsating in her ears. Her body felt on fire, her limbs stretched out toward the enemy, whoever that may be, she didn't quite care.
Right now all that mattered was the RiverClan warrior's from the first patrol, and getting them all home safely. They had to be tired. The cat beneath her shadow moved, disappearing beneath her. It came beneath her, it's claws raking her soft under belly. Feathertail landed on the ground, her stomach on fire from every claw's mark. Thin lines, that swelled a red lined, burned like a thousand needle pricks. She turned to her attacker only to see it had moved on, her ears pinned back as she scanned the battlefield. Doveflight was attacking StripeStar, and other RiverClan cats spread out among the WindClan warrior's.
"Feathertail, cover them now!" spat Doveflight. Their eyes connected but only for a second before Doveflight returned to Stripestar. She tried to focus on and enemy, so many color pelted blurs covered the small area. All moving one way or another, too far away to reach out and touch. It seemed unreal. Dream like really.
"Leap!" Stripestar spat to his clan mates. They came out of nowhere, from high above, their bodies blocking the sun's rays. But, only for a second before they hit the ground with heavy paws.
Her icy blue eyes spotted a black and whiter furred she-cat who seemed to come out of nowhere. The cat seemed to be in the same state as Feathertail, judging where to go. Plotting her next move ever so carefully. Feathertail's muscles swelled with energy a rush of adrenaline. It's eyes fell upon Doveflight, and it took off after the white mottled she-cat.
She was reckless in her approach, claws outstretched in a leap toward Doveflight. Feathertail ran swiftly after the black and white she-cat. It all seemed to go in slow motion. A world far from the one she knew and loved. The noise of the battle seemed to grow muted, distant. Always present but never really concerned about. The smell of iron-y blood rose from the earth. The sun shone high about the cats. The sky blue and wide, with few puffy clouds. But it's demeanor didn't hold the hell they were going through. It was just another day in the forest.
She rationed her breathes with new found confidence. She ran into the black and white she-cat hoping to knock her out of the air. And away from Doveflight.
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Post by smokey on Feb 18, 2011 18:09:12 GMT -5
His eyes yelled in pain as blood rolled down his face from the wounds that Stripestar had already given him. He knew if he found the cat he could easily give him a few wounds or two for the ones that he gave the gray warrior. As it was, it was only seconds before that Smokeheart had finally found where Stripestar was, but the leader's claws dugged into his shoulder. He yowled in more pain, but Stripestar also yowled, "Now". That wasn't good news to hear, Smokeheart wasn't quite sure what that meant. Then moments later he yowled, "Leap." Smokeheart would have leap at Stripestar at that moment, but he was already beaten to the spot.
Reinforcements have arrived. Doveflight was going after the WindClan leader now. He heard a few yowls of encouragement from his clanmates, but that wouldn't help them. WindClan was more prepared than RiverClan, Smokeheart knew that, but did the rest know? This battle wasn't suppose to happen. Greencloud wasn't suppose to die. Raggedpaw wasn't suppose to fall against a tree and losing feeling in his back legs. The gray warrior wasn't suppose to be blinded by his own blood and be in excruciating pain from his shoulder wound from the WindClan leader himself. This was not how this day should have gone. Cats injured, fighting to their deaths. When would it all stop. Stripestar would fight until RiverClan was finished. Smokeheart knew this fight wouldn't not end soon enough, everyone would want to get their fair fight out on each other. The injured warrior wanted to pulled the plug, but at this point of time, he really needed to get out of the battlefield and back onto RiverClan territory to sit there and regain some strenght back to walk back to camp with a badly injured shoulder, and blood running down into his eyes.
Another battle Smokeheart would get Stripestar back, but now he was already taken care of. Hopefully he will take some battle wounds. Smokeheart tried to maneuver his way towards RiverClan territory with his nose and the sound around him. He didn't want to be attack as he made his way back to his side of the border. He was done with this fight.
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Post by graywind on Feb 18, 2011 19:15:00 GMT -5
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This was not necessary, was it? The slender, agile tom knew very well that war would always remain in the blood of the warrior cats, always pulse through their veins - but did it mean that fighting, even killing, was truly necessary in their lives?
He was rather certain that every soul had seen their fair share of death, or at least, they would, in the end. Why couldn't they just get along?
The scene continued to whirl through his mind as his footfalls paused for one moment, his tail lashing once, his pearls gritting harshly. The stench of blood was beginning to overwhelm him. But his adrenaline was fast approaching, faster than the RiverClan reinforcements; it was only a matter of time before his judgement was thrown to the mercy of the fight or flight instinct - and the fight would win.
Slowly, while he still had his own logic within, his mind began to wrap his mind around an answer. Why can't we stop fighting?
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Post by stripebird on Feb 22, 2011 14:29:25 GMT -5
The moment RiverClan and WindClan collided, everything became a confusing flurry of tooth, claw, and fur. Scents of his Clanmates mingled in with those of enemy warriors, and Stripestar could barely keep up with his comrades as they lunged angrily to hook their attackers. The she-cat he had targeted turned on him when she felt his claws successfully assault her hind legs; she was mottled, and before a moment, the tabby tom identified her as Doveflight. He first met her at a gathering when he was still a warrior. If you only knew how bad of a day it was to pick a fight with me. She hissed softly at him, but he was apathetic in return. He could personally care less how bad of a day it was for her. "I'm sorry," He growled back, the lightheartedness of his tone almost sardonic as he mocked her statement, "Next time RiverClan ambushes a WindClan patrol, we'll serve you up a pinch faster," he chuckled, but the sound was off then, because it became very dark in his attempts to block the many lunges she was throwing his way, specifically aiming for his head and shoulders. He swung from side to side, rearing his front back when necessary, and at one point, attempting to batter her ears and forehead. Not like they had any problem keeping in step with the hefty RiverClan fishfaces.
When Poisonpaw rounded behind him, he was taken by surprise, his attention divided between the apprentice and the warrior she-cat; Doveflight's claws slit a shallow wound across the plane of his shoulder, and he leaped into her awkwardly, trying to throw her towards down the hillside while he swatted at Poisonpaw with his tail. Why were they all gaining up on him? His spring green gaze traveled swiftly over the mount, where two other RiverClan cats were being kept at bay by both Kiteclaw and Graywind; there was a pang of pride in Stripestars chest. At least WindClan was holding themselves up good against fresh enemies.
But it quickly vanished, and the waves of anger and defiance once again filled his heart. RiverClan would never win this fight, because what they had done was both vile and unjust. If anything, knowing that WindClan had done nothing but defend themselves sent extra flare in their limbs. They had protected themselves against the bullied attacks of the other Clans many times over, and surely, this would end no differently. Justice would be served. No matter how many encouragements the RiverClan cats exchanged.
The lean oriental squared and rammed his head for Doveflights chest, attempting to shake her up some more, before he readied himself and swung out with his back legs for Poisonpaw. All the while, he was scarcely aware of blood trickling down his left side, dripping from the incision the mottled she-cat managed to deal; it throbbed a little, dulled by his adrenaline. He cursed silently to himself, he was going to feel all of these injuries when the border fight died away. And when that happened, he probably would make sure the others were tended to first. He could wait. He wasn't on his last life yet.
"You have one last chance to get off of WindClan territory before we start throwing fatal blows!" He warned them with a deadly growl, it also indicated to the WindClan cats to be more vicious, in the event that RiverClan pressed onwards. If they had any common sense within their thick skulls, they would retreat back to the river, and leave WindClan to the woe's they had already caused.
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Post by feathertail on Feb 27, 2011 18:41:54 GMT -5
feathertail "It's got me mixed up, trying not to give up. tell me there's a way to get out of here.
riverclan Feathertail collided with the she-cat. Her small frame rammed into the black and white fur. The strong scent of WindClan rushed into her nose, burning her nostrils. She felt a paw slip from underneath her and she tumbled to the ground. Oh no! she thought, what a stupid mistake.. She jumped back up on her paws gingerly. One throbbed from the fall, she shot a glance at the black and white she-cat. Fangs drawn, ears pinned. But then from the corner of her eye another cat came barreling her way.
The spotted cat looked quiet vicious, "I don't think so!" he hissed menacingly. Feathertail actually noticed the spotted fur of Graywind. He was usually a very quiet and calm cat at the gathering. But something had snapped, changed him on the inside. Like it did to them all. Their pride over shadowing their judgment. Feathertail felt her fur tense again, stand up on end. Her muscles tensed as the tom neared the silver tabby. Her blue eyes watched him closely, analyzing his next move. His claws were outstretched, seconds away from her.
A voice yowled over the rest of the cats,
"You have one last chance to get off of WindClan territory before we start throwing fatal blows!", It was Stripestar. Feathertail ears pricked with disbelief, that was against the warrior code. Or at least for the most part. An honorable warrior did not need to kill another, unless in self defense. But no one here was being held down by the throat. A sudden urge of anger rushed through her body, her silver striped tail twitch back and forth. Her icy blue eyes narrowed on Graywind.
Her belly didn't hurt anymore, although she could could the scratches burnt into her skin. Just another scar to attend to later. She watched the spotted tom barreling towards her, he wasn't thinking. He was consumed by a blind rage. He knew of nothing else, but target, and defend. She waited patiently, her muscles prepared.
Her eyes glittered in the sunlight. He came nearer and nearer until he was but three tail lengths in front of her. She flew into the air, claws unsheathed. She aimed straight for his spine.
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Post by poisonpaw on Feb 27, 2011 23:16:49 GMT -5
poisonfang of riverclan Don't wanna reach for me do you, I mean nothing to you! | [atrb=border,0,true] Poisonpaw's vivid yellow eyes gleamed with hatred as cats tackled each other all around him. Blood stained the once-green grass, and he wondered how much rain it was going to take to cleanse this hell of the battle that took place. Judging from the grass caught up in his own claws and pelt, he guessed that the others must have the same problem. If every cat had the same amount of grass stuck to them, then they must have ripped this field to shreds. Suddenly, a ginger tabby tail smacked the arrogant apprentice in the face, bringing him back to reality. Poisonpaw noticed a decent sized gash on the WindClan leader's shoulder, and wondered if Doveflight had caused that. While the leader tried to shove the she-cat away from him, Poisonpaw saw his moment to catch a breath. 'You are loosing this battle! You can't win now, the only thing you can do is go down with a fight!'
Poisonpaw watched as Stripestar gazed at two WindClan warriors fighting off some of his Clanmates. The warmth in the tom's gaze made Poisonpaw's stomach churn. Partly because of the jealousy bottled up inside of him. The apprentice had never seen anyone gaze at him with so much warmth. His sister thought that he was a bother to the Clan. She was one hundred percent correct, but it still left a gash inside Poison's heart. But in the same second, Stripestar's eyes harden with such powerful rage that for a moment, Poisonpaw was startled. The small shock quickly ebbed away from him as he saw the leader's head aimed for Doveflight. Poisonpaw was about to see the outcome of the move, but instead he felt two strong back legs pummel his stomach.
Poisonpaw flailed his claws about in a fast way, hopping that he was meeting some flesh. If he hadn't been dazed by the blow to the stomach, he might have noticed the blood running from Stripestar. Posionpaw wondered how much blood was coming from him, his head hurt very badly, and his back felt wet and sticky. He closed his eyes and groaned. How much of an idiot was he really to think that he could take on anything the world thrust in his paws. The throbbing pain on the back of his head reminded him just how mortal he was. A furious growl erupted from Stripestar's maw, and soon the growl was followed by words. 'You have one last chance to get off of WindClan territory before we start throwing fatal blows!'
With one last attempt, Poisonpaw aimed a blow for the leader's side, while the black tomcat was still on his back. Slowly, the tom rose to wobbling paws. As he stood up, blood began to trickle over his eyes and run into his own mouth. For once, the tomcat didn't enjoy the salty tang that wrapped around his tongue. Maybe it was because it was not a victim's blood. While cats around him still fought, Poisonpaw took this chance to look at where he had fallen. He wasn't so surprised when he saw a good sized rock covered with blood.
Sighing, Poisonpaw realized that it was over. RiverClan cats began to struggle all around him, while the WindClanners seemed to grow stronger every heartbeat. Poisonpaw stumbled around to face Stripestar. He stood next to Doveflight and opened his jaws to speak, 'Hm, I had no idea you little WindClan cats could even dare to break that warrior code. Are you sure you are leading warriors, and not just a bunch of crow-food eating rogues!' |
[/color][/font] Poisonpaw hopped that he would not collapse onto the grass. He could still feel the blood rushing out from behind his head. The black tomcat turned around for a split second, wondering when the RiverClan cats would decide to leave. He turned back to face Stripestar, his yellow eyes blazing and his tail flicking wildly. [/div][/td][td][bg=101010] status complete tagged windclan &
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Post by stripebird on Feb 28, 2011 11:14:57 GMT -5
CRAP POST BELOW D;
The tall pale tabby leader gave a satisfied grunt when he realized he had successfully kicked the RiverClan apprentice straight smack in the gut, but was cautious and leaped back before the black tom could scrape him in return. Somewhere, he acknowledged the ache of his limbs and the throb of his wounds with every movement. He was aware of the blood trickling from his shoulder, but noted it was a shallow slice, and it posed not much of a threat to his life. It was the least of his concerns, he decided, rounding on Poisonpaw with eyes full of agony and woe.
They had stolen a precious life, poor Greencloud, he thought quietly, grief an overwhelming emotion. It ached more than the throb of his wounds, and upstaged his adrenaline by twice the amount. In fact, his grief powered his strength, sending surges of ambition to every attack he aimed.
RiverClan had no idea how bad a blow they had dealed. They had better take his warning seriously, he thought, because it was the last offer he would make them. After that, he would try to kill whoever he got his claws on first, like a man possessed. StarClan would understand. They would understand how hurt Stripestar was at what RiverClan had done. The pale tabby turned on the apprentice, his claws digging in and out of the freshly uprooted soil; to attack him now was tempting.
Poisonpaw got to his paws wobbly, his dark fur streaked crimson as if he had personally caused this blood bath to arise, but Stripestar didn't attack, no. He watched both angrily and proudly, his tail lashing behind him at the same rate as Poisonpaws.
Hm, I had no idea you little WindClan cats could even dare to break that warrior code. Are you sure you are leading warriors, and not just a bunch of crow-food eating rogues! He hissed dangerously, offended by the WindClan leaders warning, but did their own actions mean absolutely nothing? Stripestar couldn't even believe what he was hearing. This cat was accusing WindClan of breaking the warrior code, simply because he warned them. He warned them. They didn't even deserve a warning. Hatred bubbled like lava in his veins, and his gaze glinted callously. When he replied, his honey voice was a reflection of sinister emotion, mimicking his stance in equal feel. Ears flattened, he curled his lips in the beginnings of a snarl.
"RiverClan killed WindClans deputy, Greencloud on WindClan soil!" He hissed, teeth bared, wanting more than ever to tear Poisonpaw's throat out. "I have been more than kind to you murderous filth by offering you an alternative. You took the life of one of our Clanmates, and continue to preach to me about breaking the warrior code!" Tail raised, he prepared to give his Warriors the signal.
"Leave now or die!"
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