While a very easygoing cat, Sweetleaf would not have others intruding on Skyclan's borders- she felt more protective towards her clan than the usual cat, very likely due to her kittypet roots. Stepping up beside Fennelsnarl, she narrowed her sapphire eyes into little more than slits, hackles raised and fur on end as she took in the exchange. Warily, her eyes followed the movement of the DS cats' feet, a low hiss crawling its way from her throat as they drew closer. "One more step," she began, a dangerous tone creeping into her soft voice, "and I swear I'll rip you to shreds." She... couldn't, probably. Her fighting skills had never been the best, to be honest. But intimidation was always worth a try, she supposed- even if her purebred, fluffy pelt wasn't the most frightening.

Originally Posted by ¤Insert_User_Name¤ (Post 213853) Shadow padded up next to Pardus, smiling devilishly as he spots the SkyClan cats. "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" He asks, unsheathing his claws and walking along the border line. His green eyes had already looked over the SkyClan cats, spotting any weak spots or injured locations on them. He was ready for a fight. "Looks as if a bunch of kittpets just came out of their warm twoleg den to the real world." He mocks, baring his teeth at them.

Albeit a bit irked that Fennelsnarl had given the attack command without consulting her clanmates- after all, she was no high rank- Sweetleaf was glad to have a release for her anger. Being called a kittypet, while it would formerly have been true, ignited a spark not much could get to, dragging back not-so-fond memories. A soft and rumbling hiss erupted from her mouth as the longhaired feline, teeth bared and claws unsheathed, stepped towards one of the Dusk Syndicate cats. She didn't notice how dangerous the Savannah looked, being almost twice her size- only that he seemed vaguely familiar, and the memories she had of him weren't good ones. Eyes only slits at this point, the molly leaped, claws pointed straight towards the chest of the tom.

Originally Posted by Crow (Post 214265) Albeit a bit irked that Fennelsnarl had given the attack command without consulting her clanmates- after all, she was no high rank- Sweetleaf was glad to have a release for her anger. Being called a kittypet, while it would formerly have been true, ignited a spark not much could get to, dragging back not-so-fond memories. A soft and rumbling hiss erupted from her mouth as the longhaired feline, teeth bared and claws unsheathed, stepped towards one of the Dusk Syndicate cats. She didn't notice how dangerous the Savannah looked, being almost twice her size- only that he seemed vaguely familiar, and the memories she had of him weren't good ones. Eyes only slits at this point, the molly leaped, claws pointed straight towards the chest of the tom.

Singe was about to leap at the mouthy Skyclan cat. How dare they just, call an attack? It was some harsh words, but nothing, even the evil hearted tom knew was nothing to fight over. He wished to leap to his companions aid and shove the fierce and rude cat away, but he had to deal with another problem. Like that the Skyclan cats seemed to be listening to the rude warrior. Some mouse brains they seemed to be. But if it's what they desired, Singe would take some anger out. Besides, they seemed to be asking for it. As the warrior launched at him, he braced, standing his ground, flicking his ears back with a vicious snarl. He wouldn't allow his patrol to be taken down by these battle happy cats. He would fight them.

Originally Posted by Chameleon eats a doughnut (Post 213958) Fennel couldn't control her rage," SKYCLAN! ATTACK!!" She snarled hurling a step over the border slashing at Shadow's left eye."One eye won't do you go in a battle." She retorted. (Can she only be fighting one cat at a time?)

Originally Posted by Lilly (Post 214252) Padding along the trodden down grass, a light breeze ruffling through her fur, Ashenpaw felt genuinely happy for the first time in awhile. Her paw was practically almost healed and she was back to her regular apprentice training after being cleared by Ebonypaw. Despite the fact that Cinderpaw was still being weird around her, life for the young SkyClan she-cat was rather well off. "Ashenpaw," she mewed in response to the warrior's question. She admired Sweetleaf and her colorful personality, always happy and smiling. She hoped that one day her life could be that splendid. Swiveling her ears forward at a sudden noise, her blue eyes widened in shock as just across the border, three Syndicate cats revealed themselves. Her fur stood on end and a slight tremor traveled through her. "Are those Syndicate cats?" she whispered to Sweetleaf, not taking her eyes off them incase they decided to attack right then and there. Unconsciously, her claws slid out and sank into the grass, more so to steady herself than anything.

Originally Posted by ¤Insert_User_Name¤ (Post 214305) He then turned his head to see the last SkyClan cat on the patrol- an apprentice. "Well, I may not fight as well with only one eye, but I sure can win against a mouse-brained apprentice." Shadow growled, smiling a wicked smile as he starts to run towards her, claws unsheathed as he was about to knock her legs out from under her.

Originally Posted by Nighty (Post 214284) Singe was about to leap at the mouthy Skyclan cat. How dare they just, call an attack? It was some harsh words, but nothing, even the evil hearted tom knew was nothing to fight over. He wished to leap to his companions aid and shove the fierce and rude cat away, but he had to deal with another problem. Like that the Skyclan cats seemed to be listening to the rude warrior. Some mouse brains they seemed to be. But if it's what they desired, Singe would take some anger out. Besides, they seemed to be asking for it. As the warrior launched at him, he braced, standing his ground, flicking his ears back with a vicious snarl. He wouldn't allow his patrol to be taken down by these battle happy cats. He would fight them.

While Sweetleaf had been hoping the tom wouldn't dodge, she also wasn't very experienced in fighting, and wasn't certain how hard to leap. As such, her jump was rather lacking in strength. Her claws- while striking a glancing blow against the tom's chest- didn't pierce as deeply as she'd hoped. The molly, stunned by the force of the tom's chest after he'd braced his muscles, fell backwards, rolling onto her side and breathing heavily before beginning to climb to her feet. Her long fur, though, had other plans- tangling in a nearby briar, it significantly hampered her movement as she continued her attempt to stand, the tug at her side rendering the scrambling of her long legs futile. A deep hiss coming from her throat, Sweetleaf helplessly continued tugging. Her battle skills were bad enough as it was- but this added another element to the equation, and one she knew was not in her favor.

Originally Posted by Crow (Post 214334) While Sweetleaf had been hoping the tom wouldn't dodge, she also wasn't very experienced in fighting, and wasn't certain how hard to leap. As such, her jump was rather lacking in strength. Her claws- while striking a glancing blow against the tom's chest- didn't pierce as deeply as she'd hoped. The molly, stunned by the force of the tom's chest after he'd braced his muscles, fell backwards, rolling onto her side and breathing heavily before beginning to climb to her feet. Her long fur, though, had other plans- tangling in a nearby briar, it significantly hampered her movement as she continued her attempt to stand, the tug at her side rendering the scrambling of her long legs futile. A deep hiss coming from her throat, Sweetleaf helplessly continued tugging. Her battle skills were bad enough as it was- but this added another element to the equation, and one she knew was not in her favor.

Singe was shoved back somewhat by the collision. He was momentarily shaken and took a second to realize what exactly had happened. Sure he was big, tall and menacing, and used that to protect himself, but he wasn't invincible, he still felt pain, even if he didn't show it. He was winded, the air knocked from him. He saw though, the weak excuse for a warrior, her long fur tangled in a bush. Smiling menacingly, he advanced, letting his body loom over her. This scene for him looked oddly familiar, similar to the time he killed Kestrelglide to show his capabilities. This was a different situation though. This was an act of revenge. "How does it feel, knowing that after so many victories, you are finally loosing?" He asked, bending down and placing his maw closer to her.

Originally Posted by Ludicrous Lunacy (Post 214333) Pardus made a last minute turn from Fennelnose and looked at the apprentice. She was shuffling her feet a lot... wait.. Nice try. Quietly, he slunk across the border, close enough that he could cut off her escape route if she ran.

Originally Posted by Nighty (Post 214346) Singe was shoved back somewhat by the collision. He was momentarily shaken and took a second to realize what exactly had happened. Sure he was big, tall and menacing, and used that to protect himself, but he wasn't invincible, he still felt pain, even if he didn't show it. He was winded, the air knocked from him. He saw though, the weak excuse for a warrior, her long fur tangled in a bush. Smiling menacingly, he advanced, letting his body loom over her. This scene for him looked oddly familiar, similar to the time he killed Kestrelglide to show his capabilities. This was a different situation though. This was an act of revenge. "How does it feel, knowing that after so many victories, you are finally losing?" He asked, bending down and placing his maw closer to her.

Sweetleaf bared her teeth at the tom, snapping her maw at his nearby visage in anger- and fear, although she was trying not to show it. Struggling against the grasp of the briar, she felt a sharp pain at her side as she began to break free. In between tugs at the prickly bush she spoke, spitting the words stright into the ear of the larger tom. "I..will..not...lose!" spat the molly, her frantic writhing only getting her coat more tangled. The knot of fur was beginning to tear from her body, but Sweetleaf knew it wouldn't be fast enough. She nevertheless continued the struggle, unable to flee from the claws and fangs she was sure were soon to come. Eyes locked on the tom's, she could see the glint of evil Singe bore, almost shying away as she pulled, getting more desperate every second.

Originally Posted by Ludicrous Lunacy (Post 214364) "How... Intelligent," drawled Pardus as he darted up to the apprentice and aimed a quick slash at her leg, his long claws flashing menacingly. The trainee knew it'd be hard enough for jer to regain her footing without the slash, and hoped it connected with the desired affect.

Originally Posted by Crow (Post 214362) Sweetleaf bared her teeth at the tom, snapping her maw at his nearby visage in anger- and fear, although she was trying not to show it. Struggling against the grasp of the briar, she felt a sharp pain at her side as she began to break free. In between tugs at the prickly bush she spoke, spitting the words stright into the ear of the larger tom. "I..will..not...lose!" spat the molly, her frantic writhing only getting her coat more tangled. The knot of fur was beginning to tear from her body, but Sweetleaf knew it wouldn't be fast enough. She nevertheless continued the struggle, unable to flee from the claws and fangs she was sure were soon to come. Eyes locked on the tom's, she could see the glint of evil Singe bore, almost shying away as she pulled, getting more desperate every second.

Singe was getting that feeling again. The feeling he had had as leader, as the killer that every cat in Windclan feared. It was that feeling of victory that feeling of power. It was the feeling he always had as he was about to claim another victim. Some times, he held at least a little remorse, a little grief over the cats he was killing. He normally felt a little respect for the bravery if the cat that stood up to him. It's how it was with Kestrelglide and those two elders in Windclan when he was establishing his rulership. He hadn't felt it when he stole a life from Dapplestar, and he wasn't feeling it now. Singe's face was twisted in rage that just kept throbbing and pulsing underneath his pelt. This was it, he would take a least a piece of revenge on Skyclan. This poor she cat, stick and entangled in the briars, would pay for his rage and anger against her entire Clan. He knew nothing about this cat, except for the fact she was a part of the Clan that had caused his demise. He wanted revenge. He lunged, and it was over. He dug his teeth into her neck, caring enough to make it quick. As he felt e warm satisfying flavor of fresh blood, he slowly pulled back. He smiled once again down to the cat who's life was fading away. "You are paying for your Clans wrong doings against me. If you need to justify anything, you can go off the fact you died for your dumb, worthless Clan." and with that, he turned away, almost completely unharmed, ready to help if the others were in need.

Originally Posted by Nighty (Post 214380) Singe was getting that feeling again. The feeling he had had as leader, as the killer that every cat in Windclan feared. It was that feeling of victory that feeling of power. It was the feeling he always had as he was about to claim another victim. Some times, he held at least a little remorse, a little grief over the cats he was killing. He normally felt a little respect for the bravery if the cat that stood up to him. It's how it was with Kestrelglide and those two elders in Windclan when he was establishing his rulership. He hadn't felt it when he stole a life from Dapplestar, and he wasn't feeling it now. Singe's face was twisted in rage that just kept throbbing and pulsing underneath his pelt. This was it, he would take a least a piece of revenge on Skyclan. This poor she cat, stick and entangled in the briars, would pay for his rage and anger against her entire Clan. He knew nothing about this cat, except for the fact she was a part of the Clan that had caused his demise. He wanted revenge. He lunged, and it was over. He dug his teeth into her neck, caring enough to make it quick. As he felt e warm satisfying flavor of fresh blood, he slowly pulled back. He smiled once again down to the cat who's life was fading away. "You are paying for your Clans wrong doings against me. If you need to justify anything, you can go off the fact you died for your dumb, worthless Clan." and with that, he turned away, almost completely unharmed, ready to help if the others were in need.

She wasn't fast enough to break free of the briar- wasn't fast enough to escape the snapping jaws of the Savannah looming over her. The bite of his maw around her neck was nearly painless. A moment of pain, a cough of blood, and then- nothing. No piercing cold or burning heat, nothing the elders' stories had informed her was true about death. Floating a few fox-lengths above the new grass, she could see everything- her own body, blue eyes staring into space; Ashenpaw, Fennelsnarl, the Dusk Syndicate cats. She wanted to tell them to run, but she couldn't- her mouth refused to make a sound. If one looked closely, they would see the faintest outline of a cat, moving steadily up into the sky. She'd died young, but happy with what she'd done. She'd left a legacy of kindness, of friendliness, of love. She would've liked to have done much more- but this was destiny, she supposed. A soft, sad smile curling the corners of her mouth, the molly ascended into Starclan, leaving behind the world she'd lived in.

Originally Posted by Lilly (Post 214373) Ashenpaw let out a yelp as she felt pain seer down her formerly injured paw. Crimson blood flecks flew from the cut that Pardus has created, staining the frosty ground. She landed hard on her good paw and stumbled away, limping badly. A growl escaped her chest and she turned, not ready to give up just yet. "Is that all you got, Syndicate scum?" she roared, eyes blazing as she charged towards Pardus, limping heavily but aiming the best frontal attack she could, claws outstretched.

Originally Posted by Ludicrous Lunacy (Post 214386) The silver tom jumped to the side, feeling claws snag on his shoulder. Barely stopping himself from flinching, the young tom retorted, "The only scum here is h." Jumping forwards somewhat clumsily, he aimed for her eyes with his right forepaw, spitting, his aim fairly on piunt as he lunged.

Singe had finished with the first, now he had to move on. He watched as Pardus and the Skyclan cat dueled it out. He stood by in the sidelines, rp ready to help. To him though, Pardus looked capable of taking care of this himself, but he was young, so he was there to help. He didn't want the cat to get away with just a few injuries. And if it came to it, another casualty.

Originally Posted by Nighty (Post 214393) Singe had finished with the first, now he had to move on. He watched as Pardus and the Skyclan cat dueled it out. He stood by in the sidelines, rp ready to help. To him though, Pardus looked capable of taking care of this himself, but he was young, so he was there to help. He didn't want the cat to get away with just a few injuries. And if it came to it, another casualty.

Originally Posted by Lilly (Post 214398) Seeing an opening, Ashenpaw narrowly dodged to one side, missing Pardus' oncoming attack and retaliating with her own, a claw flashing out and aiming to knock the tom over. She snarled with satisfaction as she watched her blow land rather calculated and lept, using her good claw to pin the tom down. She let her razor sharp claws dig into his shoulder. "Let the rest of your Syndicate fox-hearts know that SkyClan isn't to be messed with," she snarled, leaning close to his face as she dug her claws in harder, tail lashing behind her. Her eyes gleamed with adrenaline as it pumped through her veins.

Seeing that the trainee had become pinned under the Skyclan cat and was suffering from wounds, Singe decided to intervene. Sure he knew Pardus could most likely handle it to a certain extent, but he didn't need the younger cat getting mortally wounded out here. He didn't want to give the Skyclan cats a sliver of victory. As he charged, aiming for the apprentice. He aimed to ram the cat in the side, enough force built up in his muscles to knock Ashenpaw off his paws.

Originally Posted by Nighty (Post 214425) Seeing that the trainee had become pinned under the Skyclan cat and was suffering from wounds, Singe decided to intervene. Sure he knew Pardus could most likely handle it to a certain extent, but he didn't need the younger cat getting mortally wounded out here. He didn't want to give the Skyclan cats a sliver of victory. As he charged, aiming for the apprentice. He aimed to ram the cat in the side, enough force built up in his muscles to knock Ashenpaw off his paws.

Originally Posted by Ludicrous Lunacy (Post 214431) The silver tom's eyes glinted with malice and pure hatred as she leapt to his paws and aimed a paw at the she-cat's throat. "Sorry, not sorry," said Pardus simply, bringing the paw down to deal the death blow.

Originally Posted by Ludicrous Lunacy (Post 214469) (Uh, her clanmates are... dead)

Originally Posted by Chameleon eats a doughnut (Post 214475) (both of them?)

Originally Posted by Nighty (Post 214482) ((Yep))

Originally Posted by Pathos (Post 214842) [ aren't we starting on the 30th, tho?? also i have all of our posts saved in a google doc in case that happened ] [ also i would respond via vm so as not to clutter up this thread but like i have my vms closed ]

Originally Posted by Chameleon eats a doughnut (Post 214908) (No, it had to conclude yesterday, I believe.) Fennelsnarl stood up and hobbled off towards camp.

Originally Posted by Chameleon eats a doughnut (Post 214908) (No, it had to conclude yesterday, I believe.) Fennelsnarl stood up and hobbled off towards camp.

[[no. it concludes today.]]

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The brown tabby stalked through the territory, his companions by his side. They were ordered to go sniff around for clan cats, make sure they knew their place when it came to border lines. In all honesty he didn't care for the new system, borders, rules, they didn't have to follow them, they could do as they pleased. Sadly the commander thought it was...best if they abided by Skyclans rules for now, it made his blood boil. Orion stopped and perked his ears, he could have sworn he heard another cat talking. The fighter turned his golden hues upon his companions and shot them a toothy grin, his eyes lit up with menace and amusement, finally, something he could look forward to. "Smell that? I smell the weak. What's the plan? Wanna attack them? Cuz I really want to." he giggled, his tail lashed as he waited for an answer from his comerads. He wanted that pleasure of ripping apart those clan cats, hearing their cries, it was one of the only pleasures he could find nowadays. Even if they said no, he wasn't going to listen to them, his mind was made up, from what he could tell there was only one, possibly two cats patrolling at the moment, it shouldn't be too hard to kill them.