🌊 A Debt Repaid 🌊

[Akira]

Originally Posted by spade

[ Just a warning from here on out - Kestrelstar has claws laced with deathberry juice, so any claw hits that land will cause anywhere from mild to severe illness, or perhaps even death ]

So the claws really did work... the realization fully sunk in and Kestrelstar grinned. Looking at Silverdust he aimed a few more swiped in her direction, one to the face and the other to her chest. "You're low enough to kill a former medicine cat and former leader? And then slaughter apprentices and warriors alike on peaceful patrols?," he shot back, eyes narrowed into slits.

On his other side, this apprentice was getting on his nerves. Kestrelstar wanted him gone. Out of RiverClan, out of the Clans for good. Betraying his Clan and attacking his leader? What kind of almost warrior did such a thing? Why was he even here in the first place if he wasn't going to fight ThunderClan?

With a snarl the leader twisted as he felt Reedpaw manage to land on his back. The move was a bit sloppy, and Kestrelstar reached around with his head in an attempt to sink his jaws into the apprentices' forleg to yank him off. Enough pressure was applied that if it landed, not only would it rip the tom from his back it would severely injure his leg - hopefully to the point that the traitorous rat would just leave.

// @Silverfur & Co @Kyrieknight

Reedpaw squeaked in pain but refused to let go: after all, his life wasn't the only one on the line, especially after seeing what happened to Silverdust. Why would he stoop so low?! Well, if he could do that...

Well, he was a traitor anyway, right?

So, Reedpaw decided to forgo the warrior code, just for this battle, to give the other side an advantage. Given Kestrelstar was turned to him and pinning a leg, he raised his other and swiped at the dark tabby's face. He had enough training to fight, and instinct helped along. And if he was viewed as a traitor, then he'd take that title with pride and cause more havoc for this disgrace of a cat!

[spade]

Some of her blows missed, others landed, but the fact of the matter was that Olivenose was petrified. She lashed out again, those her blows were sloppy at best. Her vision blurred in the flurry of claws coming towards her, and before she knew what was happening the claws that came down on her face caused her vision to go red briefly and then black.

What? No. No, no, no... What was happening? Why couldn't she see?

"What did you do??" Olivenose stammered, backing up as the fur on her back spiked up, tail bushed out. Her head frantically turned as if on a swivel, looking this way and that. Darkness was all around her, yet the sounds of screeches and yowls became almost louder. Thundering in her ears light an everlasting storm.

She wanted her brother. Where was her brother??

"Jackdawblaze! Please help me! Where are you??" Fear began to settle in as she continued to spin about, unaware of the looming threat within Ravenskip that was headed her way.

She just wanted her family.

// @-Ash-

[dino.]

Originally Posted by poppy.

[ @Papaya [she won't die, but Ig he can do as much damage as he can, because I want her to suffer :O ] ]

Bloodthirsty numbskulls, couldn't think before leaping into fight. Aspenstrike was quite unsurprised about half her Clanmates wimping out and deciding not to fight, but some surprised her, like Thistlethorn. He must be tired, she guessed, and his brain wasn't working very well. Or not, she didn't know him too good, and a lot of these cats seemed to be two-faced. As the battle unfolded in front of her eyes, the horror set in. Quickening her trot into a run, she launched herself forward, teeth bared.

How dare they show their moronic faces here at all, the plain nerve. It was all she could do not to go crazy, but then Kestrelstar revealed the murder of Eveningstar.

NO.

Her idol, her leader, her role-model. Gone, gone, gone. At the claws of that horrible creature.

Her insides felt like they were wrenching to pieces inside of her, and she was falling into a void of darkness, suffocating darkness, there was no way out, and she let out a blood-curdling screech. Why was her Clanmates not reacting to this? Did they not care, or believe it was a bluff?

Ugh, emotions sucked.

First things first, she had to block this out, let it fester. Not wise, but also grieving piteously during a battle in her home. So she took a deep breath, and locked the sadness and anger away. Now was not the time, she had to protect her Clan.

Now ready to defend ThunderClan [it shouldn't have taken that long, stupid feelings] she looked around, but before she could move, teeth sank into her shoulder, and she bit back a shocked and pained yowl, turning vainly to try and see who it was.

Goosefury? Didn't know him well, only knew that he was a certified pain in the ass, from her spectations during the Gatherings. Not her favorite, but if she was being honest, she really hated every other Clan right now.

Why was she thinking so much?!

Being yanked to the ground, she twisted around and slashed her claws at his face in attempt to make him let go. Then she pulled herself forward, feeling her fur rip in his mouth and flesh tear, painful, but worth it if she got away.

>Goosefury<

Twisted satisfaction flooded him like a river as blood, ThunderClan blood, gushed into his jaws at last. Ah, finally, he'd been waiting for this moment for moons. He spat out the fur he'd ripped away as well, scarlet trickling down his chin, eye flashing with sick anticipation as he raised a paw, ready to score his claws over her throat and leave her to bleed out in the middle of her own camp - but she got to him first.

Her own claws tore open old scars beneath his empty eye socket and he snarled and leaped back, his own blood beginning to drip down his cheek. A short, harsh, dry laugh escaped him. "At least some of you have the guts to actually fight back," he jeered, before he lashed out with his claws this time, one forepaw flashing its poisoned points as he aimed for her other shoulder. Wound, incapacitate, kill - the pieces were falling into place.

[Shade.]

Yarrowhsade was a bizarre cocktail of emotion right now. This was it! Her chance to prove herself! To fight back! She needed this! The power to take someone's life away with nothing but your own body was exhilarating. She wanted to hurt someone. It felt horrible for them, she knew from experience. And it felt great for you. All your emotions just wash away, leaving you with the pure joy of power. Power, status, respect, self-improvement. Things the warriors of the clans valued. Yet they also feared. And being feared was the ultimate form of respect.
It was funny. Everyone else seemed to think different. Because they were weak. They didn't have what it took, held back by weak emotions like empathy. Yarrowshade did not understand the purpose of that emotion. Why? Instead of sticking together, of tricking people into "loving" you (whatever that meant), why not just become the strongest. That was the only thing that felt good, right? Yet everyone seemed to value something else. Perhaps the idea of saving people, of kindness, was some form of narcissistic power, even more self-indulgent than what Yarrowshade wanted. She wanted to be feared. The true monsters were the ones that wanted to be loved. Yarrowshade wanted to oppress people. They wanted to oppress people and for those people to like it. That was what love is. Forsaking your own life for someone else, someone who probably still cared about themself. She didn't demand any form of affection. She knew that was empty effort. No one just gave it to you. You had to manipulate, to pretend to be a friend. To act as if you're the one that loves. If you just stayed yourself no one would give you a second glance. Though she did not demand affection, Yarrowshade had at least learned how to appeal to people, to hide herself. Younger Yarrow did not know that yet. That's why no one had ever loved Yarrowshade.

The long-legged brown tabby dashed into battle, her eyes gleaming darkly. The sheer glory in her soul made her feel like she was radiating. A competitive environment is where Yarrowshade thrived. Her green eyes narrowed as she scanned the clearing, almost hating that she had to get her brain out of her own fantasy. She finally clocked a worthy opponent and, without a second thought, launched at his side, claws outstratched.

@BILL. @Ziera

[Jay.]

// @OhZeeWolf @Riverfly \\

Looncry was desperately trying to get air into
his lungs. He knew that he was no match for
Whitewolf, and his only hope in battle was
to dodge her attacks. Whitewolf unfortunately
probably knew this and had been clever
enough to block that as an option for him.

His only chance now was to pretend he
wasn't strong enough to continue to
struggle. Maybe she would finish him
off, but it was a risk he had to take.
It was his only choice.

Before he could do it, he smelled
stronger RiverClan scent. Whitewolf
seemed distracted for a moment so he
kicked with his hind legs towards her
stomach. He hoped that it would get most
of her weight off of her, and maybe he would h
ave a chance of escape.

But when he saw who she was trying to attack,
that all changed. He had hoped it was a warrior
that was trying to help him. It was only an
apprentice, and she was losing ing. Badly losing.

He hesitated for a moment, but he knew it was
time to stop being selfish. "Whitewolf!"
If there was any good left in her, she would
hopefully let poor Flypaw go. "P-Please let her go."
He looked into her eyes, all fear gone. "Take me instead."

[versailles]

closed /w\ //

➸ rainykit

their head hurt.
they couldn't sleep.
they were so tired.
things were blurry.

exhaustion pulled at rainykit, eyes closing and head drooping slightly. oh..they were so, so tired, but they couldn't sleep. ever since they had hit their head, headaches seemed to be a common thing for them and it made it hard for them to sleep. if i just..maybe.., they thought while curling up into a ball in their nest. they squeezed their eyes shut, trying to ignore the pounding ache of their head. they felt sleep start to come to them - but then they heard it,

screams and cries.

their eyes shot open, a deep pit of fear and worry quickly forming in their stomach. their head slowly turned towards the entrance of the nursery, staring at it for a solid moment. this was - mom - it reminded them of that and nausea had become a part of that pit, beginning to shiver and inhale deeply. they had thought they had gotten over that, or, at least pushed it in the far back of their mind so they wouldn't think of it ever again. apparently, they thought wrong.

the kit stood up, paws leading them over to the entrance of the nursery, catching sight of the chaos. cats fighting, all of them. (riverclan - why was riverclan so evil? why?) no matter how much they wanted to move away and run back to their nest and curl up as an attempt to hide, they couldn't. their paws kept them grounded, and they were afraid that they would collapse with how much their legs were shaking. or, alternatively, pass out - they could hardly breathe at seeing the blood of both clans.

 

seeing the blurry image of a warrior get their throat ripped open and a kit bolting out of the nursery to be beside the corpse was what really did it. their stomach twisted in pain, horror, and disgust before they staggered backwards, body lurching forwards as they vomited.

everything was making them queasy, the screams and cries made their head hurt so bad they thought it would explode - they couldn't breathe.

brown eyes frantically searched the battling cats for someone they recognized - whitewolf - only to be met with the blurred sight of their mother crushing a cat and trying to tear into another one. "m-mom..ma.." was that really whitewolf? they didn't - would whitewolf really be so brutal? everything suddenly felt ten times worse as they stumbled backwards, falling down on the nursery floor.

this was too much. far too much.

[-Ash-]

Ravenskip

The smile quickly faded and instead, a cold frown took its place. "You deserve this," she hissed cruelly. "This is for killing Buckstar. This is for probably having something to do with Eveningstar's disappearance. And most of all, this is for thinking that we were weak enough to let you get away with this."

Ravenskip continued to try and land some more blows. Only one Clan was going to leave this battle, and she was going to make sure it was ThunderClan. And if that meant taking every single life from ThunderClan, including all of Kestrelstar's, so be it. All that mattered was that ThunderClan reigned supreme.

"Any last words, coward?"

// @spade

[poppy]

[ @Papaya ]

Aspenstrike felt her claws rip through his face, and almost smiled with satisfaction, finally some revenge, gah. It looked painful, so good. She had completed her mindless mission, and was able to scramble to her paws. Curling her lip, she didn't even bother replying to his jeer immediately,

Nope, screw that, she had to reply.

"Oh please, you are all threatened by us, that's why you attacked." Her mind flashed briefly to Albatrosspaw, and how he certainly provoked the fighting, but it wasn't his fault completely. RiverClan were just a bunch of psychos.

The claws flashed towards her shoulder, and she pulled back, barely missing a claw-covered paw in the shoulder. That would've hurt. Baring her teeth, she swiped her claws at him again, lunging forward to sink her teeth into whatever piece of his body she could.

[you have permission to pp in your next post, remember she won't die but other than that, go crazy, to kinda help it along ]

[-Ash-]

Pepperkit

Blood... Oh so much blood...

Why must things end this way?

Pepperkit couldn't bear the sight of so many injured cat. She hadn't been in ThunderClan long, but she knew that RiverClan had wronged them. But still, there were so many RiverClan cats that were innocent. So much death... Why so much death? Why couldn't the Clans just talk their way out of this mess?

The kit couldn't quite understand it. She looked up at the sky, wondering if the number of stars would noticeably increase. Would she be one of them? The little kit was shaking in her skin. Fearful for her life, she fled to the nursery.

Not that things were much better there. So much crying... So much... Fear. The scent of fear, and the scent of blood was noticeable from both Clans. StarClan, please save us, she begged silently.

And then Pepperkit noticed the collapsed kit.

No... Were they injured? Was RiverClan so brutal they would hurt a kit?

From her six moons in ShadowClan with Dawnstar as a leader, she knew what death smelled like, and it certainly wasn't pleasant. However, this kit gave off no such scent, which was relieving.

She shook the kit a little. "Are you okay?!" she cried, having no idea what was going on. StarClan, please don't take this kit's life... They're innocent! Please...

// @finnzel

[panchiko]

Originally Posted by Socks

// @hope // Goldendawn

So this was a hiss-off, eh? He'd admit she was loud but he wasn't intimidated by that shrill hiss, she sounded more like a frightened kit to his ears and Goldendawn hated kits. He didn't even bother wasting his breath with a louder hiss, as much as he was tempted, because he'd rather hurry up and chase this she-cat out of his territory. "Enough squealin, run on back to yer pond now!" He felt satisfaction when his blows landed, he didn't relish in hurting somebody but when the other ticked him off so much it didn't bother him as much.

The force at which the bengal slammed into him hurt, but his thick body and short stature kept him sturdy enough not to tumble over. However, it did leave him coughing, curse his crappy lungs for being this way. "Darn breathin--" He managed to get out before retaliating, hoping to just put all his weight on the she-cat and pin her down. If he could give a sharp blow to her ribs and leave her coughing like him then he'd be happy.

When the ThunderClanner didn't hiss back, Spiderstorm took it as a forfeit from his end. Yeah, that was right! She won. Unbeatable. Take that, stinker.

Squealing?? How dare he. She was hissing— roaring. He was the squealer. “Shut up, pipsqueak! You go on and hide, as ya do, like a little birdy up in the trees. Chirp, chirp.”

Spiderstorm was busy wincing at the pain of the impact — ayee, she'd hit him, but oWWw, she'd hit him — when she felt something hit her. Dizzy, she blinked a few times before realizing she was pinned down. And then there was more pain. She didn't know where she'd been hit - all the pain was blending together, old and new. Wasn't a fun feeling.

Still, Spiderstorm found energy; she had to honor Lionstorm's memory and what he'd taught her; and tried to use her hindlegs to kick him in the ribs and hopefully get him off. Meanwhile she flailed around her forepaws -- maybe she'd hit something, but it was half-hearted and she was much more invested in kicking him off of her.