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Originally Posted by Suspiciousmindz
@ AbsurdJinx
Thrushflight raced into the clearing after his leader, Blazingstar. The WindClan tom was so happy to be apart of the battle despite his leader's distrust of him and his family. If only the leader knew what he and his mate had caused over the past few moons. This war wouldn't be happening without Caramelblood. Oh, Caramelblood, the tom he'd fallen head over heels for. He'd gone missing after that kill and it left Thrushflight angrier than ever before. This wasn't the time to think of him now, the calico tom burst through the entrance and launched himself at the nearest warrior. His claws were unsheathed, pale blue eyes alight with bloodlust, Thrushflight's true colors were really coming out now. The warrior he launched himself at happened to be Flareheart, a Thunderclan warrior.
@ Bloody Bandit
This would be Foxspring's last battle. The older tom had refused to join the elders as he still had enough in him to continue warrior tasks. He wasn't injured or disabled in any way, the thing giving his age away was how achy he was from the cold. Not to mention the grey furs starting to grow around his muzzle, sparse, but present. The fox-colored warrior was the true representation of a fox in cat form, just without the long snout. He was a larger feline too. Nonetheless, he wasn't as graceful as he used to be. At Goldenstar's yowl, he followed the other warriors into the clearing, pausing in the center to take in the mass of writhing cats around him. His gaze settled on a nearby Thunderclan warrior, but he didn't move, he wanted this warrior to notice him and make the first move.
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Thrushwing scanned the clearing for his next target, deciding that standing motionless wasn't doing much for him. Eventually, his yellow eyes came across a fox. A what now? A fox? You would think that fiends like them would be smart enough to avoid a crowd of hissing and spitting cats. He turned his gaze to search for a more suitable opponent, sniffing the air to follow the WindClan and ShadowClan scent to his battleler. Until he realized that he didn't scent a fox at all. He had thought that the creature wouldn't pose as a threat and was just looking for its babies or something, but he couldn't smell it. He turned back at it, it was looking at him now. Really Thrush? He thought, giving himself a mental smack between the ears. By the cat's muzzle and scent, it clearly wasn't a fox. Also noted that he forgot that foxes wouldn't be found in the forest during leaf-bare. ShadowClan! He alarmed himself, baring his teeth and lowering his head to protect his neck. His claws were already unsheathed as he raced directly towards the warrior. Before he could reach a tail length to him, he quickly leaped into the air. His claws were outstretched towards him, planning to land on or near enough to evade an attack. If he succeeded, Thrushwing would push down on the fox pelted opponent's spine and claw at his hindquarters. Or his claws would make in contact with his face.