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Old September 27th, 2019, 04:59 PM
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Default Re: ShadowClan Raid!

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[Open for one more cat - @Moonraven - can injury Wrath, should probably partner up to fight her.]
Finally some fun! The ragdoll with the crazy blue eyes had all but sprinted into the camp as soon as Lust let them off their leashes. There was really no style or planning with Wrath, she hit hard and she hit fast and that was all that matter. She sort of just jumped the first cat she set eyes on, a pretty Russian blue she-cat, Wrath didn't get to kill clan cats all that often. She wondered how red she could turn Snowfrost before she died? The ragdoll aimed to bowl over the smaller cat over, hooking her fangs into the muscle and bone near the chest. Wrath bit down on anything she could get a hold of, clearly wanting to see if she could break a bone or two.

[Open for one more cat - @Moonraven - can injury Gluttony, should probably partner up to fight him he's rather big]
The towering tom found Wrath as amusing as ever. She was quick and as hot-blooded as ever. The largest of his family moved after her as she bolted ahead. Why she couldn't wait was understandable, she's been a bomb since yesterday. The long-legged Sin kept a few lengths behind her as the Ragdoll took off without warning. As she went for a she-cat, he took on the second cat. Yet unlike Wrath who seemed to be in a playful mood, Gluttony merely wrapped his enormous mouth around unsuspecting clan cat's neck and snapped it with one powerful bite.
He let the body drop to the ground limp and unmoving, as much as he'd like devour his prey he should probably go help Wrath. She had a habit of biting off more then she could chew. Gluttony peered around finding Wrath playing with some of the more alive clan cats, his interest quickly settled on a small apprentice, she looked tasty. He could probably eat her in one go.

[Open for assistance | can injury though not kill | @Undertaker]
The slender Russian blue had been looking around for her apprentice when a multitude of cats started pouring to camp and fighting. As fur and blood started flying, Snowfrost did her best to stay out of any battles more concerned about finding Rabbitpaw. She was sure Rabbitpaw could handle herself, but that didn't stop that dreadful feeling from building deep within her chest. She wouldn't interfere in her fight but would like to keep an eye on the apprentice. This attack was pure chaos and the outcome of it worried her like nothing else.

She spotted the familiar pelt of Redpaw and caught sight of Leaftail at his side. Although concerned for her clanmates, while recalling some of Redpaw's mistakes during that training match with Rabbitpaw, Snowfrost didn't intervene. She spotted the pure-white pelt of a maine coon not too far away, knowing Whiteshadow's mild fondness of Redpaw she assumed he'd at least keep an eye on the pair. Demontail and Citrusflower, that blind queen, looked as if they could use some assistance, but Owlfeather was already watching out for Citrusflower at least. Snowfrost's pale azure orbs finally spotted the Scottish fold she had been searching for near the nursery with a rogue but founded herself distracted before she could dart over to the apprentice.

She saw someone approach out of her peripheral vision, but at the speed she was running around in search of her apprentice, Snowfrost was unable to slam on the breaks as swiftly as she would of like. She felt razor-sharp claws sink in deep through fur, muscle, and flesh, the momentum and weight carried her straight off her paws as the breath was knocked out of her lungs. A pain-filled yowl tore through her maw as she felt the long incisors plunge into her chest. The pain was near blinding, but Snowfrost endured while focusing on getting the cat off her.

The yowl twisted into a threatening snarl as she reached up with her fronts paws, wrapping them around the ragdoll's neck forcing the rogue to at least arch her spine, and pushed up into the rogue's soft belly using her hind legs with a tremendous amount strength so that the rogue's back legs were no longer on the ground and her own spine was arched, Snowfrost rolled them over if they were a living wheel, to claim her place on top. Once certain the ragdoll was caught off guard, loosening her grip on Snowfrost, the warrior quickly shook her off and put some distance between them with a violent hiss. She could feel blood leaking down the puncture wound in her chest and the claw marks along her flank, but it was not life-threatening and could be put to the back of her mind as she eyed the rogue with a frightening amount of calmness and steely determination. Snowfrost was lacking in brute strength and size, but no longer pinned down and certain where her enemy stood, Snowfrost had no doubt she'd win this fight. This fox-hearted cat was blocking her from getting to her apprentice and that just wouldn't do.

"Move, you're in my way!"

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[Open | can injury though not kill]
Whiteshadow had been working on cleaning his pelt, mind turning to the odd tom they had met in the training clearing. He was mildly annoyed at not have noticing him sooner, Snowfrost had naturally taken control of the situation recalling that he was not big on words, but it still bothered him that he hadn't noticed that cat before paw. The maine coon is drawn out of thoughts when the first cry claims his attention. He is on his big paws in a heartbeat, thick muscles bunched with tension as more cries and hisses cut through the air and the heavy metallic scent wafted. He darted into the sea of fighting cats, not looking for any cat in particular.

He spots Demontail, Owlfeather, and the blind she-cat, Citrusflower. What as she doing out here? The russian blue steals his attention momentarily as she bolts past him in a mad dash. He noticed that her scottish fold was nowhere near her which explained her odd haste. As Redpaw came to mind, he found the apprentice and his mentor already being confronted, he had a strong urge to assist them rather worry about both cats, then he recalled he hadn't seen his daughter anywhere. He was torn for a moment between finding his kin or helping his clanmates when felt a startling amount of weight at his left flank, knocking him off his paws. He gave a low grunt as he was tumbled to the ground, however, quickly used size to knock the cat off and roll to his paws lips curled over his fangs as yellow eyes burned into his attacker.

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[Open for assistance |can injury, have plans to blind her, though not kill| @Undertaker]
Elfinpaw had left the apprentice den as soon as she heard the commotion going on outside. The paralyzing hurt spread through her body like icy, liquid metal. She clenched her teeth as she hesitantly took each step. Eflinpaw noticed her paws tremble. Her legs twitched, fighting the impulse to whirl around and sprint back inside the den. She didn't have much training in fighting, but she doubted she could live with herself is she just hid while her clan was fighting with their lives. So the tiny apprentice carefully made her way into the thick, making sure not to get in any cats way as she tried to figure out the best way to help without being a burden.

She froze right in the middle of brawling cats as her eyes found him. He was unnaturally large, or perhaps it was just his legs that made him seem big, with sickly yellow eyes, a dirty tawny pelt of black spot and big ears, was that blood around his maw? Eyes widened, breaths ragged and harsh. Her entire body trembled at the sight of this cat as he set through beady eyes on her and licked his maw. Elfinpaw really wanted to go back to her den now, that serval was like a monster in a dream, but if she was going to die she was going to do it fighting for this clan.

So she dug her claws into the unforgive earth and lifted her lips over her teeth as she hissed at the big cat. She loved this clan and everyone in it, so she just had to fight. Elfinpaw lunged forwards, going for a paw. It wasn't like she was big enough to reach anything else here.