ThunderClan/WindClan War

[Mauve]

Originally Posted by Aleka

 

Rabbitstride yowled, haring across the clearing, toward the camp entrance. The small tom had been stupid to want to fight. He had been so stupidly excited, and now he didn't know why. His drab-shaded fur was flattened to his small frame, making him look even smaller. His posture was low as he dashed toward the exit, having to dodge clashing claws and punishing jowls. However, the tom wasn't exactly paying attention to where he was headed. After a moment, he bowled into a ThunderClan molly, nearly knocking her over.
Instinctively, blocked by a wall of fur, he aimed a blow at a shoulder before cowering back, his ears flattened. "Uh- S-so-orry!" He said softly, taking a few steps back from the tired looking-feline. The lithe cat looked up at the russet-furred enemy, quivering softly.

Feeling a rush of fur blunder into her, Emberwing stumbled back, eyes wide as she felt a claw connect with her shoulder. Her adrenaline kicked into high gear and the ThunderClan warrior whirled around, ears flat against her head and claws ready to fight. Her gaze landed on a trembling Rabbitstride. He looked frightened, and for a moment her heart faltered. It didn't last long, and the russet furred feline growled, lashing out with her own claw towards Rabbitstride's nose to give him a quick knick. "You'll pay for that," she snapped, eyes narrowed into tiny slits as she advanced on the warrior, grows rumbling deep within her belly.

[Static]

Originally Posted by NightWarrior4Life

CedarVine snorted seeing the ThunderClan Tom struggling under his weight and jumped off him, sheathing his claws. "That's what i thought...you made a wise choice..." The ShadowClan warrior then stood there, staring off into the distance, expecting Burning forest to take the hint and run.

"My only advice to you is dint getnseperated,because when you do,I'll be sure to kill you for attacking our camp." He growled,and then went into the thick fighting,cursing himself for running away.It hadn't happened often,but he knew when a fight was hopeless.'Ill just get a different opponent where it's one on one instead of one on three.I'll defeinently get one of them later though and while that stupid look off of their face.' he thought.
(Open)

[AbsurdJinx]

Originally Posted by Megan

Shatterheart was about to fight back, but the pain from his injured leg was too great. He tried to dodge Sandthistle by standing up just to fall back down again. This better not be how it ends! Shatterheart bit down on his opponents paw, finding his chance to get away.

Sandthistle hissed in a mixture of fury and pain as pointy teeth dug into his paw. Out of instinct he sharply tugged his paw back, ripping his claws from Shatterheart's shoulder. This left him unbalanced as he stood over his opponent and vulnerable to his enemy's defense.

Originally Posted by Shoes

Primrosemask had been so much expecting to dig her claws into a soft pelt so she was caught off guard when her claws fell on frozen ground. Her claws were pushed back, causing a hot pain in her paws, but this was nothing. She turned as quickly as she realized exactly what had happened, scraping her already sore claws on the ground. She wanted to look strong, to intimidate the other so maybe she didn't actually have to fight that much, maybe she could just scare the thunderclan cat off. Her lips were drawn back, showing her teeth in the most menacing way she knew. Then she smelt it, the gentle smell of a nursery. They were near the nursery, a kit could get in the way and get hurt.
She knew it wasn't good to fight here but she was too proud to back down before any blows were even made, so she would just get them away from here. Leaping with paws forward, Primrosemask intended to push the other over, hoping to get easy access to his underbelly. She might not remember much, but even she knew a cats belly was it's weakest point. The two were closer than when she had initially leapt and she hoped this meant he wouldn't have the time to get out of the way of her claws.

Unfortunately for Flareheart, there was very little chance of dodging the female's attack. Not only was she in close proximity but he was still distracted by the thought of defenseless kits. He was practically bound to the nursery now, determined to stand before it and prevent enemy warriors from bursting inside. However, his opponent was making it very difficult for him to defend the future generations of ThunderClan.
Amber eyes narrowed, Flareheart accepted the feline's attack boldly. With the time left remaining before she hit her target he was able to lean backwards and raise his forearms to meet her. When her body hit his he released a sharp hiss of pain. The impact caused him to lose his balance and he was knocked onto his back. He attempted to wrap his forearms around her torso, hopefully drilling his claws into her and taking her down with him.

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@Mystical

Sandthistle leapt from the wild audience of battling felines. Ever since RiverClan arrived the battle had been just about fair - the four quarreling clans were equally numbered and it was now just a matter of who gave in first. The older ShadowClan warrior was panting lightly, a cut just above his eye leaking blood. A jagged scratch split his skin along his hind leg and the blood of his enemies painted his coat in streaks. His pale ginger pelt was messy and tangled and his golden eyes had a blood-thirsty gleam among their vibrant depths. Sandthistle prowled the scene as if he were hunting prey, and maybe that's what his opponents were to him - prey.

[wren]

Originally Posted by Mauve

(Open as of now - might be short RP) Rushing out of the warriors den at a sudden call, Emberwing blinked the sleep from her eyes, her muscles still fatigued from the dusk patrol yesterday. Tensions had been high in the Clans, so sleep had eluded her for a majority of the night. Once she had finally been able to sleep, the russet she-cat had passed out like a rock, sinking heavily into her nest. But it was in her nature to be a light sleeper, and the startling call from WindClan's leader had awoken her. Now, she stood outside, fur fluffed up and hackles raised as her head swung back and forth. What in StarClan's name? They attacked this early? she thought, bewildered. It didn't phase her long however, and without much thought she launched herself into the fray of cats, letting out a yowl as she aimed her claws for the nearest WindClan cat. She was young, but determined to prove her fighting skills to Snowstar and the rest of the Clan. Perhaps this would pave the way for earning the honor to train her first apprentice.



Shadetail had jumped at the opportunity to join the battle with ShadowClan in allegiance with WindClan. It infuriated him that ThunderClan thought they could simply spill innocent blood and not face the ramifications. Determination to also prove his loyalty to ShadowClan raged through his veins as well, causing his heart to hammer inside his chest the entire night before they were to strike. Now, he raced into the ThunderClan clearing after hearing Blazingstar's command to attack. His eyes were narrowed and the gray tom searched for his first victim. RiverClan or ThunderClan, he felt the strong urge to sink his claws into enemy fur. The fishy scent of RiverClan caught his attention, and he turned his eyes to see Daisyshade. He wasn't aware that she had recently been made deputy, but seeing how she fell in step beside Fallenstar gave him a hint. "I knew RiverClan were fishy," he yowled, sprinting towards her, "but I never pinned you swimmers for traitors too! Why side with the Clan that murdered in cold blood?" His emotions were running high but his mind was sharp as Shadetail launched himself towards the RiverClan deputy, claws extended and and aiming for her shoulders.

( @Suspiciousmindz if Mintberry is free, it would be interesting to see the two sisters face off against each other!)

Heatherfur had felt sick the entire time leading up to the battle. She was well aware of Blazingstar's growing disdain towards ThunderClan, and Rabbitpounces' death had just solidified that fact. Once he had announced they would be striking at the dawn's first light, the light furred she-cat had almost visited Surgestorm in search of herbs to settle her stomach. Sleep had been pointless for her as her mind raced with what lay ahead. Would she have to face Mintberry? Could she really put their blood connection below her Clan loyalty? She was well aware that the warrior code ordered her to do just that, but that didn't stop the bile rising in her throat from the thought. All night she had tossed and turned in her nest, worry clawing at her heart and feeling like thorns in her pads.

As she rushed into the ThunderClan camp, she narrowed her eyes, trying her best to block her sisters' scent from her mind. She didn't want to go seeking it out. Her mind was sharp and claws unsheathed, allowing her to dig into the soft soil below her and propel herself forward. Her teeth were bared, and her moons of fighting experience at the fore front of her mind. Aside from Mintberry, she was ready to teach these fox-hearted excuses for warriors a lesson. Her blood roared in her ears, practically blocking out the sound from the vicious yowls errupting around the clearing. It was obvious ThunderClan had not been expecting their surprise attack, and a hint of satisfaction glowed within Heatherfur. She swung her head around, taking a quick moment to catch her breath as she scanned the clearing, eyes narrowed and ready to pounch.

With a furious snarl the riverclan deputy turned locking eyes with a shadowclan tom who was spitting insults at her about thunderclan. Her tail rose up and the tip flicked back and fourth waving in amusement. She wasn’t one to spit back at him instead she crouched flexing her claws and waiting eagerly for his attack, though mentioning riverclan as being traitors struck its mark and her ear twitched. “Riverclan may not believe it’s right to spill innocent blood, yet we believe it’s no reason to have two clans against one!” the tabby hissed lowering her tail and letting a hiss slither between her teeth. Distaste filled her mouth and her eyes appeared untrusting toward the shadowclan tom. Perhaps he was correct yet there was a chance for peace instead of dragging everybody else into this war, and she certainly didn’t agree that ganging up on one clan was the way to fix anything. Though without another word the tom leapt and came cascading down his claws sinking into their mark. The weight of the tom brought daisyshade down with a grunt of frustration, yet in enough time she was able to twist around and try to claw at his face flexing her shoulders despite the awful sting. As she saw an opening she turned back around to lay on her belly than pushed up trying to dislodge the tom from her shoulders. Sneaking angrily. “You must try harder than that!” she growled escaping so she could spin and face him again

[aleka!]

Originally Posted by Mauve

Feeling a rush of fur blunder into her, Emberwing stumbled back, eyes wide as she felt a claw connect with her shoulder. Her adrenaline kicked into high gear and the ThunderClan warrior whirled around, ears flat against her head and claws ready to fight. Her gaze landed on a trembling Rabbitstride. He looked frightened, and for a moment her heart faltered. It didn't last long, and the russet furred feline growled, lashing out with her own claw towards Rabbitstride's nose to give him a quick knick. "You'll pay for that," she snapped, eyes narrowed into tiny slits as she advanced on the warrior, grows rumbling deep within her belly.

Rabbitstride flinched, his short tail twitching. He hissed back in defense, his lips pulled back to reveal his teeth. He simiply didn't answer her statement, since what was the WindClan cat supposed to say? The tabby wanted to say something purely awesome, like 'Oh, are you sure about that now?' but coming from a cat his size, it would seem stupid. His claws sank into the ground for a moment, and he tucked his body deep into a crouch, ready to spring.
If I could just knock her over, or at least get her off balance, I can escape... He thought with a scowl, growling as he mostly held his ground, his steps backward growing slower. After a few seconds, he sprung towards her, aiming to sink his teeth into her foreleg, then perhaps he'd be able to tug her off her feet.

[Cosmo]

Originally Posted by AbsurdJinx

@Mystical

Sandthistle leapt from the wild audience of battling felines. Ever since RiverClan arrived the battle had been just about fair - the four quarreling clans were equally numbered and it was now just a matter of who gave in first. The older ShadowClan warrior was panting lightly, a cut just above his eye leaking blood. A jagged scratch split his skin along his hind leg and the blood of his enemies painted his coat in streaks. His pale ginger pelt was messy and tangled and his golden eyes had a blood-thirsty gleam among their vibrant depths. Sandthistle prowled the scene as if he were hunting prey, and maybe that's what his opponents were to him - prey.

Brindlestream growled quietly as she stalked through the battle field. Her multi colored pelt would have been easy to spot if not for the tussling cats with all different colored pelts around her. Brindlestream had never been in a real battle, much less a war, but she was an experienced warrior who had been trained by both WindClan and ThunderClan. Despite her young age, she knew how WindClan cats fought, which was a great aid to her and her clan. Brindlestream was hoping that she would be able to fight a WindClan cat, not a member of her family, because she would know their moves. She was looking around for a cat to fight, suddenly her eyes locked on a sandy colored tom, ShadowClan by the fowl smell. She crawled closer, and then leaped claws unseathed.

Originally Posted by Constellation

Passionblaze was ready to deliver another blow as he watched the Windclan tom screech at his attack. A little swollen pride swelled into his chest, and Passionblaze bent down ready to strike more. As a young apprentice, he recounted the many times his mentor told him to always strike first. When that first hit was cast; don’t stop. If you stop, your opponent have a chance to recuperate and strike back. Normally, Passionblaze wouldn’t stop. He’d deliver blow after blow, as he was planning to do now, but the Windclan tom retaliated. Passionblaze let out a snarl. A feeling of agony on his hind leg. Passionblaze shook his hind leg free of the pain, which settled there, but blinded by his rage in this battle, he charged towards his opponent. Most likely, after this battle, Passionblaze would definitely have a slight limp much later, but that didn’t matter. What mattered most was that he mustered much strength in his broad forepaw. He calculated to meet the side of the windclan’s toms face determined with a harsh blow.

Weaselshade shrieked as the deputy's paw connected with his face. Forgive me Silhouettekit, Raccoonkit, Clearkit. He thought, what would his kits think if they saw their father after the war. He knew that they would be scared, and if he didn't return their little kit hearts would be broken. The reason he had decided to fight in the war was so that he could protect his kits and his friends. Weaselshade cared for his clan, and he would have been fine guarding the camp in case another patrol attacked, but he knew his decision was final. Unlike some warriors he felt no pride in putting his skills to use, he felt only shame. The tan and ginger tom swung his paw at the same leg he had hit before, this time harder, hoping to harm the tom.

[Socks]

Originally Posted by AbsurdJinx

Unfortunately for Flareheart, there was very little chance of dodging the female's attack. Not only was she in close proximity but he was still distracted by the thought of defenseless kits. He was practically bound to the nursery now, determined to stand before it and prevent enemy warriors from bursting inside. However, his opponent was making it very difficult for him to defend the future generations of ThunderClan.
Amber eyes narrowed, Flareheart accepted the feline's attack boldly. With the time left remaining before she hit her target, he was able to lean backwards and raise his forearms to meet her. When her body hit his, he released a sharp hiss of pain. The impact caused him to lose his balance and he was knocked onto his back. He attempted to wrap his forearms around her torso, hopefully drilling his claws into her and taking her down with him.

Primrosemask felt successful the minute she felt her claws hit the tom. The other’s movement had yet to register in her brain at first, all she thought of was how she was doing well in this fight, how she would be successful and Shadowclan would leave here with no more worries. As the other fell, she was suddenly jerked down with him by his claws caught in her pelt. She didn’t know what to do, she’d had a plan but now she was caught in her common confusion. She tried to think fast, what would some better warrior do, what would her brother, or her father do.
A sudden thought came to mind, causing her to retract her front claws. Her back claws stay sharp and she kicked her legs back, trying to hit the other to both hurt him and push herself out of his grip. She remembered this from back in her training, to rake her back claws over an opponent's pelt.

[Brilliance]

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Originally Posted by Mystical

Weaselshade shrieked as the deputy's paw connected with his face. Forgive me Silhouettekit, Raccoonkit, Clearkit. He thought, what would his kits think if they saw their father after the war. He knew that they would be scared, and if he didn't return their little kit hearts would be broken. The reason he had decided to fight in the war was so that he could protect his kits and his friends. Weaselshade cared for his clan, and he would have been fine guarding the camp in case another patrol attacked, but he knew his decision was final. Unlike some warriors he felt no pride in putting his skills to use, he felt only shame. The tan and ginger tom swung his paw at the same leg he had hit before, this time harder, hoping to harm the tom.

Passionblaze got the pleasure of sadistic battling inflicted in his heart. The usual courteous tom, always polite, kind-hearted, motivated...couldn’t really be seen as more than a harmful monster. Truth be told. Passionblaze loved fighting. He considered himself as a martyr. He wouldn’t fight for no reason. He was fighting to show Windclan - and Shadowclan - Thunderclan wasn’t going to back down. He took a sick pleasure at watching the tom shriek in pain, and he wanted to double that until he twisted about having to feel the blow in the same leg that the Windclanner struck earlier. Passionblaze almost shrieked himself, but he clenched his jaws and leapt away for a moment to move his leg. It stung. “Can’t worry about that now.” He muttered to himself. The pain should had caused Passionblaze to stop, but it only caused his anger to sear. He leapt back towards his enemy once more, using his claws to rake his hind leg with great clarity. Passionblaze wanted to inflict the same wound that this tom done to him. But, as he slid forward to give the blow, he felt the pain in his hind leg heightened, causing him to stifle a whimper. It was almost a sloppy attack, but Passionblaze delivered it with diligence as he twisted his leg to try to lessen the pain on it. Once he skidded to a halt, Passionblaze growled.

[wolfie]

Originally Posted by Megan

Splashpool couldn't keep it in anymore, especially when they were now alone. "This is something big and I really need to discus this with you." replied Splashpool. The molly looked in her head for the right words to say. The Riverclan molly looked around in case anyone noticed them walking behind the nursery before she said anything to Flarestrike. 'Come on you gotta tell him now,' thought Splashpool. "Okay here it goes. I'm expecting your kits." the molly replied in a whisper that only him and Starclan could hear.

Flarestrike didn't even have time to think that he was going to be a father. Any cat would be overjoyed but remind you, this was a battle and the tom didn't want it to go this far. He promised he wouldn't do this, yet he did. He promised he wouldn't have kits, but now he broke it. His ears flattened, a angry but scared expression. "Your lying." He said, it was barely auditable. A dreading feeling bubbled in his stomach. Flarestrike was disloyal. "Splashpool, how..just.." The tom was speechless. His tail lashed, as he stepped back. Flarestrike eyes darted around, he couldn't cope right now. He couldn't catch his breath.

[Liekki]

Leafshadow leaped onto the field, licking her fangs. While she didn't want to have to kill anyone, she wanted to show ThunderClan cats what they were messing with. Her tail twitched as the bold scent of blood hit her nose, and she shivered slightly. She slowed her breathing, and the scene around her came into focus. Leafshadow's mouth twitched slightly into a smile, but she pushed down her nervous laughter as she scanned the crowd, looking for a ThunderClan cat to fight or a WindClan cat to help. Her eyes darted around, catching bits and pieces of each individual battle and she closed her eyes slowly. She stood there, trying to drown out the feel of blood matted on her dark fur. @Cheshire cat