October Gathering

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(( Hey @Aleka you want to do a thing with one of your ThC cats before this is all over ))

Marigoldpaw found her heart racing as she made her way through the crowd of fighting cats. Her first gathering couldn’t have seemed to go any more wrong. She was panting and breathing heavily, despite having barely done anything, just watching the battle was enough to be stress enducing. As she darted past cat after cat, she tried to find the good in this battle, but it was really hard. There were Dusk Syndicate cats fighting everyone, and Thunderclan cats fighting Windclan cats. As a Windclan cat, she tried to stay away from every trace of Thunderclan scent, not really wanting to end up in a battle. However, there was the growing uneasiness that she would soon find herself in a battle, her eyes scanning the area wildly.

[Mango]

Originally Posted by SpiralWhirl

Confetti laughed,” You all are practically kittypets.” She purred slamming her face down once more in amusement at Ashen’s behavior. She didn’t hate her rather was amazed at his stubobornness.


Goatpaw was in shock at the battle. He staggered over to a fellow clan cat,” Whoa...Pst...Let’s kill Halite, if we do the battle will stop. They’ll stop in shock as they don’t have a deputy or whatever they call it.” He meowed his eyes glistening in pride,” Besides we’ll be young warriors if we are clan heroes!”

Not really waiting for a response he nudged his clanmate and ran over to Halite,” Yo! Halite! Face us! Two defeats one!” He growled smirking, then bust into laughter at his joke, but managed to stop his laugh quickly not wanting to be attacked off notice,” GRR! FEAR ME!” He hissed (He’s so weird to weird to deserve life imo)

"And you are all a piece of fox-dung. " Ashen said in a matter-of-fact tone. He shook his head, as he yank at her tail. Struggling to break it, but didn't look like he was succeeding. Ashen was known for being studdborn and.. talking. All talk and no bite.

@Rainbowsprinklestar[/QUOTE]
Confetti gave a hiss in rage. As she aimed her attempting to knock him unconscious with the tree next to him.

[graves]

Originally Posted by The Little Robin

Once the older warrior felt his claws rip through the ginger-furred tomcat’s thick fur, he knew that this plan was working to his succession. However, to his dismay and prediction, he felt Spireflare’s claws sink into the flesh of his back in the process. Unlike his opponent’s fur, Flintheart did not have a heavy coat to protect him, making the Burmilla an easier target to injure, but that just made the grey-furred male rely on the speed and stamina that he possessed as a warrior. He would not be getting out of his fight uninjured and Flintheart knew that, but he did not mind it either - the injuries he took and the scars that he was left with were all reminders that he was not an easy cat to just take down. Once he had passed underneath his foe, he turned to face the tomcat now, who wasn’t even panting or showed any sign of stopping at this point. The Burmilla was impressed with this cat, especially being a warrior of Windclan, but he did not question such things at this moment in time. Flintheart’s skinny tail lashed behind him as he stood before his enemy, a few tail lengths between them now, both tomcats covered in slashes and scarlet blood. “I must say, you are quite the challenging opponent to face.” The male mentioned, a small smirk coming to his maw again, “However, I am sorry to disappoint you, but I do not plan on joining Starclan on this day, my beloved foe, I have an apprentice to train and make a warrior - I have a promise to keep. You understand, do you not?” He looked upon the other male, seeing how angry and riled up they currently were with a fluffed up tail and bristled fur. He was quite the temperamental cat, but Flintheart was no stranger to these types. In the end, it was only more fun for him and so far, despite the sting in his face and the ache in his lower back, he was enjoying this more than he would like to admit. There was a moment of silence between them where his opponent did not move, which made Flintheart tilt his head to the side ever so slightly. “Well then, it seems that it is my turn again.” He said, his tone low, almost like he was talking to himself right now. He took about two seconds to go over in his mind what he would do and then charged directly at Spireflare, the muscles in his back legs pulsing slightly from all the motion that he had taken part in today. As he drew closer to the larger male, he lifted up his front paws and slammed them down onto his head and if this was executed properly, the tomcat proceeded to use the foe’s head as a stepping stone as he launched his body into the air before coming down onto the center of his back. This cat was larger than him, that was true, but speed and precision was on his side. He would abruptly turn on the male’s back and sink his teeth into the warrior’s scruff, digging his claws into their sides to get ahold of them and have an advantage if done without any error.

spireflare was done. he was done playing game, he was done with this toms cockiness. it got under his skin more then hed like to admit. feeling claws to his face his face was brought down close to the ground, the other tom stepping on it. he felt degraded, close to the ground like a piece of prey. but, he still had some windclan in him, being able to roll onto his side to avoid the incoming claws to his back. during this, he freed his face from the thunderclan warriors grasp in his face. not liking his side and some of his under belly exposed, he rolled back over to protect it, quickly getting to his paws in an instant. he looked at him. he thought back to moonpaw. he wouldnt let another cat get away. he wasnt like his brother, he had never been the type for self preservation. he didnt hesitate to get his claws dirty. he had been stripped of everything. his brother, his pride, his everything. because of that, he held no morals at the moment. he couldnt tell the difference between right and wrong and that was dangerous. he stood, blood gushing from his face. he could taste the bitter copper in his mouth as it dripped down his chin,dissolving into the ground completely. he let out heavy breaths, not out of exhaustion, but out of aggression. he wouldnt let flintheart take away his honor, too. his tail swayed against the ground. he could feel the plush grass underneath him, the slight breeze as it threaded through the strings of his ginger fur. it felt calming, the moment of silence. but once brought back to reality the sounds were almost overwhelming, the sounds of cats fighting at every angle. the sounds of bodies dropping like flies against the ground. he smiled. he took a dangerous step forward, large claws kneading into the ground. his eyes werent looking into flints. they were looking towards his neck. he pounced, claws outstretched. his mouth opened for a deadly bite.

with in a flash of his mid jump, another blur of ginger came his way, claws outstretched and digging into spires side. eh smelled strongly of windclan and looked exactly like spireflare, minus the scars and the kink in his tail. he had made contact with him when he was in midair, knocking him sideways and taking the breath out of him. he wouldnt let his brother kill another innocent cats, he wouldnt let another life be loss when it was unnecessary. they were suppose to be fighting dusk syndicate, not eachother. Spireflare let out a loud yowl, whipping around and snarling seeing his brother. spire immediately pounced on him, bringing him to the ground in an instant. but while spireflare was hot headed and impulsive, fireflare was both clever and sly. he slipped out of his brother grasp instantly. he hissed feeling him land a blow on his muzzle, a large gash just above his nose. despite the pain he still fought through, landing a blow on spireflares shoulder, tearing large tufts of his fur out. distracted from the pain,fireflare landed another blow on his face, one so powerful that it sent spireflare to the ground, landing against the earth on his side with a large thump. during this, fireflare leaned over his brother. he was bleeding heavily from his face, sides heaving for air-gulping down in an attept to catch it. he leaned down, grabbing spireflare by the scruff, him becoming immobile(as most cats do when they are grabbed by their scruff). the windclan tom looked towards the thunderclan ass he just saved,eyes in slits.

"go."

[Barnabas]

Originally Posted by Asriel Dreemurr

ReedPaw looked around at the battling cats wildly shocked that The Dusk Syndicate had attacked them she ran through the crowd shrieks of battle filling her ears. She soon came across two apprentices, they didn't look to be in the same clan as her "Do you guys need more fighting cats?" she asked panting for breath.

Nettlepaw and Trappaw looked at the other clan cat with a nod. "We could use as much help as we can." meowed Trappaw, being the more talkative of the two Thunderclan Cats. Nettlepaw let out a nod. "We wouldn't have to fight. We just need to dodge any threatening cat, so that we can make it out alive or unhurt." added Nettlepaw, not wanting to get hurt. She didn't really know any fighting moves, so she didn't know what she was doing.

[Captain]

Originally Posted by woly

spireflare was done. he was done playing game, he was done with this toms cockiness. it got under his skin more then hed like to admit. feeling claws to his face his face was brought down close to the ground, the other tom stepping on it. he felt degraded, close to the ground like a piece of prey. but, he still had some windclan in him, being able to roll onto his side to avoid the incoming claws to his back. during this, he freed his face from the thunderclan warriors grasp in his face. not liking his side and some of his under belly exposed, he rolled back over to protect it, quickly getting to his paws in an instant. he looked at him. he thought back to moonpaw. he wouldnt let another cat get away. he wasnt like his brother, he had never been the type for self preservation. he didnt hesitate to get his claws dirty. he had been stripped of everything. his brother, his pride, his everything. because of that, he held no morals at the moment. he couldnt tell the difference between right and wrong and that was dangerous. he stood, blood gushing from his face. he could taste the bitter copper in his mouth as it dripped down his chin,dissolving into the ground completely. he let out heavy breaths, not out of exhaustion, but out of aggression. he wouldnt let flintheart take away his honor, too. his tail swayed against the ground. he could feel the plush grass underneath him, the slight breeze as it threaded through the strings of his ginger fur. it felt calming, the moment of silence. but once brought back to reality the sounds were almost overwhelming, the sounds of cats fighting at every angle. the sounds of bodies dropping like flies against the ground. he smiled. he took a dangerous step forward, large claws kneading into the ground. his eyes werent looking into flints. they were looking towards his neck. he pounced, claws outstretched. his mouth opened for a deadly bite.

with in a flash of his mid jump, another blur of ginger came his way, claws outstretched and digging into spires side. eh smelled strongly of windclan and looked exactly like spireflare, minus the scars and the kink in his tail. he had made contact with him when he was in midair, knocking him sideways and taking the breath out of him. he wouldnt let his brother kill another innocent cats, he wouldnt let another life be loss when it was unnecessary. they were suppose to be fighting dusk syndicate, not eachother. Spireflare let out a loud yowl, whipping around and snarling seeing his brother. spire immediately pounced on him, bringing him to the ground in an instant. but while spireflare was hot headed and impulsive, fireflare was both clever and sly. he slipped out of his brother grasp instantly. he hissed feeling him land a blow on his muzzle, a large gash just above his nose. despite the pain he still fought through, landing a blow on spireflares shoulder, tearing large tufts of his fur out. distracted from the pain,fireflare landed another blow on his face, one so powerful that it sent spireflare to the ground, landing against the earth on his side with a large thump. during this, fireflare leaned over his brother. he was bleeding heavily from his face, sides heaving for air-gulping down in an attept to catch it. he leaned down, grabbing spireflare by the scruff, him becoming immobile(as most cats do when they are grabbed by their scruff). the windclan tom looked towards the thunderclan ass he just saved,eyes in slits.

"go."

@CandyFlossCat

For some reason, throughout this entire battle, the older tomcat did not once have the fear of his own death appear in his thought process. There could be many various reasons for such a calm, determined demeanor within Flintheart right now, from the experience that he had with him due to past wars or just the pure, raw acceptance that he could die one of these days and he would not know it. To some cats, the thought of death or just dying in general was a terrifying thing to ponder about, however, when it came to the Burmilla, he would just block out the risk that he took when it came to defending his clan. If he were to die at an enemy’s paws, Flintheart would go down fighting and be happy that he went out while sporting his fierce loyalty to Thunderclan in his final moments. As his paws went against his opponent’s face and he was launched into the air, Flintheart felt like he was flying for several seconds, having nothing but fresh air around him at all angles and directions alike. However, as the Burmilla’s bluish green-hued gaze drifted down to see his foe when he’d land, he was soon brought to the realization that this Windclan male would take this time to dodge his attack and he did exactly that, abruptly rolling out of the way of his claws and into the grass, sending the grey-furred tomcat into the cold, loose dirt with a softened thud. Thankfully, he landed on his paws on the comfortable sand and soil, but it still sent Flintheart into high alert, knowing that he was now exposed to attacks from the ginger-furred warrior that he was currently facing. The two were soon face-to-face once again, a deadly silence going between them as the fury of claws and teeth went on around the felines without much mercy, however, it did not take long for Flintheart to notice that Spireflare’s eyes were not locked onto his own, but the bare flesh of his untouched neck. He possessed the look of a killer within his eyes, wanting to rip his throat out within mercy and it made the taller male stiffen, but he did not show fear nor hesitation in their current stance as the Burmilla just stared at him with his own look within his gaze. “Do your worst.” The look within his eyes said in silence and like a bolt of lightning, the muscular tomcat was coming right towards him with his claws stretched out and his jaws parted in a fearsome snarl as he aimed to end this fight now. Flintheart was ready though, ready to die, ready to defend his clan to the very end if that was what it took to prove himself. His lips peeled back into a threatening growl as his whitened bare teeth gleamed in the darkness. Time itself seemed to slow for a few short moments as the Windclan male grew closer and closer to him, but then, without any warning or preparation, another force knocked Spireflare away, midair, immediately saving Flintheart from his most likely demise. He watched, frozen in place, as the two males fought now before him. At first, the Burmilla expected the other male to be the Thunderclan male that he had been working to save earlier, but no, this was another Windclanner - who looked similar to his opponent. He did not take the time to put two and two together due to the fact that the other male soon had his foe in a scruff lock, immobilizing him and preventing any further harm to come to Flintheart or himself, for that matter. Fireflare looked directly at Flintheart, eyes showing deadly slits as he ordered him to go. This shook the older warrior from this frozen stance, giving the other tomcat a dip of his head as he backed away. It was true that the Burmilla was many things, but he was far from stupid - he knew when it was time to leave and now was that time. He turned and walked away from the two Windclan cats, now focusing his attention to the Thunderclan male that he had saved from being killed. He looked down at the orange-and-white furred tomcat for a moment, feeling the sting of the wound in the side of his face as it was soaked with scarlet blood. There were slashes on his sides and even his flank that dotted his grey fur with red splotches, but it did not matter any less to him. Flintheart dipped his head ever so slightly to Firefall with a flick of his ears as a friendly, almost casual greeting. “Are you alright?” He said, his tone soft as he lifted his gaze to look the male in the eye now.

[Barnabas]

@Bad Wolf

Rainflower looked around at all the Dusk Syndicate fighting the clans in search for Horseradish. It had been a while, since she had last seen him and now she was hoping that he wouldn't fight her. The molly let out a yowl as one of the Dusk Syndicate cats scratched her side. Rainflower went to look for the cat that hurt her, but the cat was no longer there. Oh Starclan! I'm so sorry. The molly crept low to the ground with her pelt shaking. She covered her face from any cat that came after her.

[aleka!]

Originally Posted by .:Blue Wishes:.

(( Hey @Aleka you want to do a thing with one of your ThC cats before this is all over ))

Marigoldpaw found her heart racing as she made her way through the crowd of fighting cats. Her first gathering couldn’t have seemed to go any more wrong. She was panting and breathing heavily, despite having barely done anything, just watching the battle was enough to be stress enducing. As she darted past cat after cat, she tried to find the good in this battle, but it was really hard. There were Dusk Syndicate cats fighting everyone, and Thunderclan cats fighting Windclan cats. As a Windclan cat, she tried to stay away from every trace of Thunderclan scent, not really wanting to end up in a battle. However, there was the growing uneasiness that she would soon find herself in a battle, her eyes scanning the area wildly.

(Sounds good)

Petalfall looked around, looking for a cat to start fighting. She preferred not to just stand in one place during a battle, since she hated feeling useless. A airy growl rumbled in her throat, as her gaze locked onto a feline, a molly that looked around the age of an apprentice.
She dropped into a crouch, her jaws parting slightly as she inhaled the cat's scent, the WindClan smell tingling in her nasal cavities. She couldn't help but feel a pick of guilt for choosing this cat to fight. But now it seemed, after all, it wasn't like she would kill her opponent- she just couldn't let herself go that far. With a low hiss, she prepared to leap at the younger cat from behind.

[Empress Of Evil]

Originally Posted by Constellation

The Syndicate would be more powerful than ever after this day! Pompeii could feel it in her paws, making its way to her heart, and spreading through her entire form. When they were ordered to attack, Pompeii immediately sought out a rather challenging opponent. She wouldn't associate herself with the likes of any weaklings. Why would she? She was the daughter of a feared Tom. Though he may be dead, his blood, his heritage and talents lived on. Through her - mainly. She felt that she was more Onyx than anything, even if this thought displeased her. The lilac Molly walked gracefully around. Not running, not trotting, but mingling within the crowds, a grim expression placed upon her maw. She wouldn't attack lousy warriors. Oh, no! Heavens no! This Molly went towards the big guns. The deputies. One, specifically, she felt she held a connection with. Albeit, not a good one. The ebony feline of Skyclan... Looking around, preparing to jump into battle. Pompeii slowly made her way towards her. Strutting off an elegant walk with a pleased smirk placed upon her maw. It was as if she was saying, 'This one is mine.'

Passionblaze didn't think Windclan would declare war on Thunderclan. Upon, hearing such, He immediately jumped up, his lip curling back into a snarl. It was apparent that he stood by Snowstar's side. If Blazingstar wanted war...as mentioned, He would get war. Inwardly, Passionblaze knew all this was uncalled for. None of this needed to happen. He was a new deputy, this was already overwhelming for him. "It's never the easy way out." His voice deep, no sweet or polite tone. Just business because the situation they were in, meant everything serious. For once, Passionblaze wanted to unwind and make friends with the others, but Blazingstar had to be such a drama King! If that wasn't enough, an entire army of Syndicate cats ruined the peace. If there were even some in the first place. "War..." Passionblaze unconsciously stepped closer to Auroraflame, his fur bushing up quickly, making him take on the appearance of a porcupine. "Heh, I feel like you jinxed us." Oh, great - joking at the wrong time. At the wrong place. In the wrong situation. Passionblaze didn't think a fight would had broke out until Auroraflame mentioned it, and he stifled in laughter. Wrong time to laugh. Wrong place for that. The Syndicate cats were ordered to attack, and on instinct Passionblaze prepared himself. Oh how exciting! As much as this Tom didn't like fighting, he actually held a true passion for it. It gave him a feeling of euphoria. The elation of a challenge. He braced himself for an attack, keeping his ears and eyes looking every which way.
The precise moment when another cat lunged for the deputy of Skyclan, Passionblaze intercepted the hit, using a powerful blow of his wide paws to knock them off guard. "Rookies." Passionblaze mocked the fallen she cat with a shake of his head. Her body had been flipped, smacking the ground, emitting a powerful sound. Passionblaze didn't think he hit her that hard, but to be fair, she had rather surprised him when he saw her lunging at the other feline through the corner of his eyes. She asked for that blow.
Pompeii may have been knocked down, but she wasn't dead. Not yet. When, she did get back up, she barred her fangs at Passionblaze, sliding her luminescent hues to the she cat. "I can't wait to put you where you belong. Six feet underground." It was as if the red male wasn't there because in Pompeii's mind he wasn't. This was a battle between her and Auroraflame. She felt her father had connections with this she cat. As much as Pompeii couldn't stand her father at times, she wanted to avenge him. Because no one else would.

The she-cat's inky fur bristled as an order of attack slipped out of the mouth of a tom who was rather familiar to her. She jumped to her paws immediately, her eyes narrowed and claws unsheathed. Fury and alarm blazed in her icy hues. She was as unhappy as usual to see the faces of the Dusk Syndicate cats. She didn't like how they had come along and interrupted their time of peace. Even though it hadn't actually been that peaceful. But despite that, they had no reason to come in and barge in like that. It was just rude. Still, she could kind of see the logic in it. Attack all the clans when they were least expecting it. But at the same time, the she-cat couldn't help but view that move as stupid. The Dusk Syndicate was clearly outnumbered, so why would they bother if their numbers were bound to decrease even more? What was most annoying of all though, was that SkyClan and the Dusk Syndicate both had to be involved. Over the past moons, Auroraflame had been seeing way too much of the Dusk Syndicate. She just wanted them to get out of her life once and for all.

At Passionblaze's joke, Auroraflame felt a small smile forming. The deputy had a tendency to smile if something amused her, even in the most serious situations. The smile quickly faded as something suddenly came flying towards her. Her eyes widened and she hesitated to move, not fully registering what was happening. That only took a split second, but that was enough time wasted, there was no way she could defend herself. She shut her eyes tight and waited for the impact to come. She would just have to take the hit, absorb the damage and then stand back up to fight. A few seconds passed and nothing had hit her. Her eyes shot open quickly, knowing that a battle was no place to be slow. She noticed that the cat which had been lunging towards her a moment ago was now on the ground. She quickly put the puzzle pieces together snd worked out what had just happened. "Thanks," Auroraflame said, flashing Passionblaze a grateful smile. Her gaze then flickered back to the she-cat. As the she-cat got back to her paws, the deputy cautiously examined her. Something about the cat seemed familiar to her, yet she couldn't quite put her paw on it. She knew that she'd definitely never met her before, but she had the feeling that she'd interacted with her before. "Oh? Is that so? I'm sorry, but I'm not ready for a lonely life underground just yet," Auroraflame said politely, her voice calm despite their situation. Her eyes narrowed as she scanned the she-cat once more. Suddenly, something clicked in her and her eyes glimmered with recognition. That recognition quickly switched to fiery anger. That's why her face seemed so familiar. The way that her face was structured, she'd inherited it from her father. It was a cat that Auroraflame had not got along with at all. "Onyx's daughter eh?". Suddenly, the deputy was lunging at the fighter, her teeth bared and icy hues cold with fury.

Hades slipped through the crowd of fighting cats. He had just stripped away a life from one of the leaders, and now he was hungry for more. He wanted another cat of high position. Perhaps not a leader though, there wasn't as much in killing them again if you knew that they would still be alive. Perhaps a deputy. Oh yes, that would be fun. His pale green hues suddenly picked out a red tom from amongst the cats. Malice glittered in his eyes and he grinned. He snuck forward and when he was close enough, he leapt from behind, aiming to land on the deputy's back.

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[QUOTE=NightWarrior4Life;409523]

Originally Posted by Swiftheart

Aria sped out past Fox, not noticing him, followed by Fleck who padded out slowly, savouring the sounds of pure terror and the screams of cats around him. "Fox, good, you came. Who's the unlucky soul losing to us first?"

ShinePaw was frozen to the spot with fear as Blazingstar declared war with ThunderClan. She was so busy thinking about fighting her parents that she didn't notice the Dusk syndicate cats rushing towards her, nor did she hear Halite's cry to attack. @Swiftheart

He smiled,already knowing clearly who it would be."A orange skyclan shecat named slickfoot.We kill her,and anyone else we run into." He said,not mentioning his sister.Why would he,when he didnt even consider her his sister anymore?His fur was ruffled and there where scratches covering his body,but the only major ones where on his back and side,but he didn't seem to notice it and didn't mention them or his last fight with the she-cat he had ran into.

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Originally Posted by Aleka

(Sounds good)

Petalfall looked around, looking for a cat to start fighting. She preferred not to just stand in one place during a battle, since she hated feeling useless. A airy growl rumbled in her throat, as her gaze locked onto a feline, a molly that looked around the age of an apprentice.
She dropped into a crouch, her jaws parting slightly as she inhaled the cat's scent, the WindClan smell tingling in her nasal cavities. She couldn't help but feel a pick of guilt for choosing this cat to fight. But now it seemed, after all, it wasn't like she would kill her opponent- she just couldn't let herself go that far. With a low hiss, she prepared to leap at the younger cat from behind.

With anxiety beating down on her, Marigoldpaw almost wanted to scream. However, whether it was from horror or just a need to let something out, she didn’t know. Therefore, she kept her mouth shut. She had to avoid Thunderclan and the Dusk Syndicate, but she didn't Exactly know how she would do that. She knew what Thunderclan’s scent was like, but the DS’s was still somewhat unknown to her. She hadn’t been born in the second Evil Era, and not until after SkyClan and the DS had fought. However, with everything that had happened, she was starting to know now what their scent smelled like.

She didn’t have much time to recognize that scent anyways, as, all of a sudden, she heard a low growl behind her. The apprentince tensed up, before whirling around, her eyes wide. She stayed frozen to her spot, letting out the best growl she could. Marigold was trying to look intimidating, but with barely any practice, she looked more like one of those kits you see outside the nursery, instead of the intimidating warrior she was trying to imitate.