RiverClan's Liberation

[chancey]

"You can't just barge into a clan and say that they believe in evil! You believe in evil, MURDERING IS EVIL!!!" Shallowpaw walked up to the cat that had spoke, "And murdering is disobeying in what YOU believe in, at least the dark forest has LOYAL beleivers..." Shallowpaw muttered in the cats face.

[Trashy Sky]

Originally Posted by Wolf

"Darkforest?"Spat sunpaw looking in disgust. "Over my dead body you darkforest rear kisser!"called the apprentice leaping at him picking up her agile side. She raked her claws down the side of his face and danced around his rear before headbutting him in the stomach, "Darkforest bee brain!"

Nightflash paused with an 'oof'. He didn't attack again, the SkyClanner's face softened a bit. "Hun, I'm on StarClan's side..." he said softly, chuckling before looking around to make sure he wasn't attacked by an actual Dark Forest supporter.
(well i guess this is my last post here cause this is like prob ending tonight and i gtg to bed lol)

[Serendipity]

(Wait, so I can't rp anymore?)

[mapledash]

(You can roleplay, but technically the fight's over, so do what you think your character would do now. Beware, we're all still here.)

[Razmoose]

(Im about to go to bed so goodnight)

[Mango]

Cucumberpickle paused," Can one of you from Riverclan tell Walnutpaw (RP'd by me) that I'm sorry I didn't save your eye and I'm sorry I had to kill your brother let her know my name is Cucumberpickle. She's with your medicine cat."

[chancey]

Shallowpaw felt outraged, "YOU FLEE HEARTED SKYCLANNERS!!!" Shallowpaw snarled, "Disloyal flee pelts!"

[wren]

Originally Posted by Crow

[[Ok guys this is closed now please don't reply anymore unless we're already in a rp {Maple, Wolf, Frisk, Dusk, & soon Ever} bc Thorn will soon be in 5 rps lmao so any other responses will be ignored, sorry!]]

A slight scoff marked her visage once Mapledash had finished speaking, a laugh crawling from her throat. "Of course you don't fear them. I'm sure, Starclan will save you, right? Ha! I'd like to see them try. There's no way to know whether or not they'll attack, and yet you're asking them to kill our leader? And you're from Thunderclan, is that so? Honestly, your clan will be the death of us all. But that's what you're trying to do, isn't it?" the femme asked, smirk continually plastered onto her maw. "Destroy our clan? Why, for territory? For prey?" 'To bring Starclan to the clans' was surely not the reason for all this- halfwitted belief placed in dead cats couldn't be worth this much. It must be some plot by the other clans, to take down Riverclan.

Shaking her head, a puff of wintery air exited her nostrils, forming a slight cloud as she whisked her head around to yet another conversation. These were becoming so tedious- it was like arguing with a wall! What the old tom had said was actually quite amusing, though, and the deputy couldn't help but spurt laughter from her throat. "Nursery tales? I mean, I gathered you were too old to be debating, but nursery tales? Really? Nursery tales are made to scare kits, to keep them from wandering off prematurely. Most kits know they aren't true. Considering your age..." The Chausie let the sentence lead off into midair, sure the tom would gather that she was implying he was more puerile than a kit. "How is Bucknight's existence an insult to the code, exactly? Indulge me, please. I'd love having some specific examples of times he's broken the code himself. That Starclan hasn't themselves broken, that is. oh, wait- they've broken every part of the code. Forgot- whoops." A battle with that tom should be easy, at least, seeing as he should probably be an elder by now anyway. His bones seemed to creak every time he moved, muzzle quite deeply grayed. The Thunderclan tom seemed fit enough, though, and the chance of a double-team was nothing if not worrying. She was an accomplished fighter, with her quick reflexes and intimidating size, but by no means infallible. As indicated by her multitude of battle scars, it wasn't too hard to land blows if the cat was good enough- which, although she didn't enjoy admitting it- many cats were.

The molly was getting tired already as she turned to face her brother, keeping her eyes steady on his face, glaring. "Russetswirl, you are not needed here. There is no evidence that Bucknight killed to get into his position, and as such, I will not believe it. If you would like to place your trust in rumors spread by a fake clan, go ahead. However, please, don't try to sway me. It won't work, and it's senseless to believe a cat has broken the warrior code simply because you've been told it's so. Don't be so gullible, Russetswirl- you must realize these cats are only trying to get rid of Bucknight because he's our leader. All they're trying to do is take our clan. Are you willing to let them seize your clan, little brother?" He'd always been annoying, and a bit gormless to say the least, but she'd never really known him to believe such blatant lies. Hopefully, he wouldn't go so far back on his nature as to attack her, but it seemed a possibility now. Noticing that she was basically surrounded, the deputy clenched up into a defensive position, making sure she'd be prepared for whatever attack scheme they might think up next.

It was a good thing she'd been in such a defensive posture, her body automatically curling further as a brown streak barreled into her, knocking her completely onto her side. A huff of breath escaped her mouth, and instantly the she-cat squirreled out from under the tom, pausing a moment to look at his face. Grousestar, leader of the self-proclaimed Skyclan. Breathing deeply to fill her emptied lungs, Thornfrost lunged at his side, attempting to stretch her claws downwards, hopefully lashing at his side. It brought back memories of a similar fight- although this one had been more contained, and there'd been less yowling filling the clearing. It had been the same position, though- her lunging, claws outstretched. That one had turned out perfectly, but this one she wasn't so certain about- Grousestar seemed quite strong, judging by the power with which he'd knocked her over. Besides- and this was much more worrying- three cats who she was certain disliked her were surrounding her on all sides, seemingly ready to strike. If worst came to worst, at least someone would come to her rescue... right?

Yarrowpounce hissed irritably, the she cat was getting irritating. Did she not know how to treat her elders? Yarrowpounce limped back towards the tense circle, he was certainly feeling it. The weight on his chest was almost to hard to bare. They hadn't even locked each other in battle yet and he almost saw the end nearing him, creeping up like leaf bare snow during leaf fall. He knew it was coming, he could feel it like the cold creeping up on his old bones. Lashing his tail yarrowpounce started to circle thornfrost. The simple auroa of the Molly was frosty and heated at the same time. Her come backs burned like coals from a crackling fire and yet she cooled your inwards til they seemed to stop their function. "Nursery tales may seem like little tales to keep the kits inside the nursery, but those dark forest tales are not far from the truth. Perhaps you would have learned that, instead you where too busy chasing your own tail!" spat Yarrowpounce. By now he was too mad to continue on this blabber, apprentices threats. He started to circle the she cat by passing other quarrelling cats. Odd thing was he had yet to be struck down by another opposing warrior, even more interesting how none came to help the deputy fight of three cats. A smirk grew on his lips as he continued to circle the she cat. He could point it out but it only seemed rude. I mean who acted if it was rude? They were supposed to be fighting, why not pour burning coals into a claw wound? "How depressing, these cats are not loyal. Not to you at least!" he meows as he by passed her rear and came up near her shoulder. "Bucknight, spat on the rules we set down. Living cats set down. Obeying the commands of dark forest cats. Where they not sent to the dark forst for a reson?" meows the Tom. "One day you will regret these stupid choices!" he meows calmly as he stopped next to rainpebble. Fur bristling and the hot breath of the Warriors on his neck, it made him uncomfortable. The sun beaming down onto his back and neck, the feeling of dry sand on his lips, the taste of blood fresh on his tongue, the sweat on the nape of his neck. It was too much for his old body to handle. He would see starclan today.

[Socks]

Originally Posted by chancey

Shallowpaw felt outraged, "YOU FLEE HEARTED SKYCLANNERS!!!" Shallowpaw snarled, "Disloyal flee pelts!"

Spottedstone turned to the younger one, one of his own clan. "Hush." He said simply, he couldn't do much to make the other calm, but he couldn't stand all the sound.

[Brunch]

Before Cloudyfoot could indulge his claws into any cats' necks, the familiar shrieks of battle met his ears, but the kinds of the yowls that erupted from the two fighting cats were different. As he turned his giant head towards the form of Bucknight slouching against Almondfall. Though the tom would have wished to sink his teeth into his leader's scruff, Cloudyfoot appeared too late; the RiverClan leader was bleeding, and his body wasn't even conscious, which would appear normal for a cat who had lost a life, but Bucknight appeared... dead. His body was limp, and after a few moments, the leader's body didn't shift, but stayed still; the spirit of Bucknight now drifting to the Dark Forest. Cloudyfoot --as many others had-- stopped, frozen in his paws, realizing that the fight was over, that now, StarClan would reign once again; powerfully and peacefully. The large tabby tom let out a sigh of relief, his amber eyes scanning the clearing, everything dredged in blood, the scent almost as suffocating as the fire that had ravaged the neighboring clans. Though his amber eyes watered, Cloudyfoot payed no attention to the spine-chilling smells, pride coursing through his veins, replacing the adrenaline.