Battle of the Border

[gs29513]

@Sky13
If a being a clan cat is about indiscriminate slaughter and chaos for no reason, then yes. Dawnstar understands what being a clan cat is about. Deadpaw spat, her tail lashing. She wondered if Wolfy was doing alright. But she couldn't really worry about him now, and after all, he was the deputy. If she was fine, he was fine. This cat's insistence on only going for death blows was irritating, but she supposed that could be used to her advantage. Sidestepping the wild lunge she pounced almost immediately, hoping to land on Snakepaw's back and drive him into the dirt. She wasn't TINY, he was certainly skinnier, so she should be able to hold him down.

[Courage]

Lightheart padded along side her clanmates.

[seeingstars]

Originally Posted by Kunaiskrill

Swiftpounce -->

"There is no such thing as peace!" Swiftpounce growled, launching a paw at his ear. What the.. He thought. We'll be taking this territory.

The claws met with his ear, tearing a neat notch into it, he now knew there was no way out of this without fighting. Redspark struggled more, managing to wiggle a paw free he went to swat at the tom's face, hoping to throw him off long enough to get free. His wounds stung, along with his muscles, his next plan was to just go limp if this didn't work.

[shaae_26]

Originally Posted by gs29513

@Sky13
If a being a clan cat is about indiscriminate slaughter and chaos for no reason, then yes. Dawnstar understands what being a clan cat is about. Deadpaw spat, her tail lashing. She wondered if Wolfy was doing alright. But she couldn't really worry about him now, and after all, he was the deputy. If she was fine, he was fine. This cat's insistence on only going for death blows was irritating, but she supposed that could be used to her advantage. Sidestepping the wild lunge she pounced almost immediately, hoping to land on Snakepaw's back and drive him into the dirt. She wasn't TINY, he was certainly skinnier, so she should be able to hold him down.

(He's not skinny-, he's wide-shouldered and strong...)

When she pounced Rabbitpaw went with the same move he had done earlier, the pus upward, but this time, he reared up too, so that way if she went down, he'd be able to slam onto her quickly

[gs29513]

@Sky13
(Yikes, my bad. I stereotyped cats of Windclan descent lol.)
AND he was going up again. But this time Deadpaw was slightly more prepared, digging her claws in more tightly in an attempt to ride through the buck. Which worked, although a vertical tip......she did not have the strength for that. Sliding down his back, claws probably digging little lines into him, she found herself on her back. At the base of his legs. Kicking out with her hind legs from where she lay on the ground, she attempted to kick his legs out from under him. Maybe he would fall on her, or away from her, either worked really. At least he would be in the same downed position she was.

[shaae_26]

Originally Posted by gs29513

@Sky13
(Yikes, my bad. I stereotyped cats of Windclan descent lol.)
AND he was going up again. But this time Deadpaw was slightly more prepared, digging her claws in more tightly in an attempt to ride through the buck. Which worked, although a vertical tip......she did not have the strength for that. Sliding down his back, claws probably digging little lines into him, she found herself on her back. At the base of his legs. Kicking out with her hind legs from where she lay on the ground, she attempted to kick his legs out from under him. Maybe he would fall on her, or away from her, either worked really. At least he would be in the same downed position she was.

Deadpaws claws raking his back hurt a little, and drew blood, but not enough. All it did was anger him. When he realized she was sliding backward, he bucked backward, at the same time as her. Her legs went under him, just barely missing his belly, and hitting his chest. It drew his breath away for an instant, but he was back and ready in a heartbeat. He lashed his tail out hard, attempting to smack her in the face, before turning around quickly, to try and pin her.

[Moonraven]

Originally Posted by spade

Being on the moorland definitely gave the bunnies an advantage, and Grimhound much preferred to fight in the shadows where he could ambush in surprise. He felt a foreleg wrap around his neck while another claw came down repeatedly on his head. The blow dazed him a bit, but only served to make him angry as streaks of crimson flowed down from the small wounds the claws had created.

With a grunt the large tabby threw himself backwards using his front legs to push off from the ground and hopefully taking Batglare with him. The air rushed out of him as the hound landed on his back, but the pain was dull as he bunched his hind legs together, attempting to strike them down any part of Batglare's belly or hind quarters, claws out and curved to deal the damage.

"You're fighting a battle you're not prepared for," came the sweet honey hiss from Grimhound, amber eyes glittering as he fangs snapped shut just before Batglare's shoulder - he wouldn't go for a move that disabling yet. No, the hound wanted to have fun with this one.

There goes any semblance of balance he might have had, Batglare growled in aggravation as Grimhound purposely lurched backward, he had to release the grip he had on the dark tabby's neck and reposition both his front paws to keep him from fully landing on the tom. He pushed himself up, wincing as he felt claws burrow through his fur and scratch along his thighs. Yeah, that is a no.

Splaying the toes in his left hindpaw while digging his claws into the ground for stability and traction, Batglare thrusts his right hindleg in between Grimhound's, rather than going for the soft underbelly, Batglare attempted to push down on the inside of Grimhound's hindleg. If his claws hit their mark, they'd dig as deep as they could along the inner thigh and drag down till he met the inner hip where he'd try sinking his claws in as deeply as possible.

Grimacing to himself, he splays the toes of his front right paw and pulls his left front paw off the ground, he'd do his best to slide it in between himself and Grimhound so that he could try to hook his claws into the side of the tom's face and push him down into the ground away from Batglare's shoulder. The older cat knew this would leave him balancing solely with two paws on the ground. He was stuck leaning one side into the Grimhound's talons, it felt like he was leaning on thistles that were stabbing through his flesh.

"Stop playing toad." His spat came out as a warning before lunging forward aiming to sink his fangs into the side of a cat's bulky neck. He didn't go for anything vital, he didn't need to kill to win a fight, besides it went against his code and the code. Instead, he'd mimic a dog and shake his head in an attempt to maximize the damage his fangs did. Batglare found it somewhat insulting that Grimhound seemed to mess with him, considering he didn't bother biting Batglare's shoulder as he should have. Come now, did the toad think he'd bow out as easily as his clanmates?

[dino.]

Originally Posted by MooingPanda

"Yeah, thanks for trying to take our territory," Owltalon replied dryly, leaping after the apprentice as he fell. "Thanks for sparing us." Typical ShadowClan. Thinking they were always in the right, doing someone else a favor. Dawnstar could twist anything into sounding alright, he supposed.

Owltalon wasn't prepared for the speed in which Whisperpaw got back up and they met in mid-air with a loud thud. He yowled in pain as the apprentice's teeth latched into his shoulder's and kicked out with his back legs, trying to connect with his opponent's belly and get some separation. He wasn't much of a wrestler, so he didn't like the way this fight was headed.
@Papaya

>Whisperpaw<

Whisperpaw ignored Owltalon's response, keeping his main focus on the fight. He far preferred saving his breath to wasting it on some brainless rabbit who couldn't tell right from wrong. They owed ShadowClan, they were lucky Dawnstar hadn't led a raid sooner! Ungrateful ingrates, the lot of them.

He reared back just as Owltalon kicked out, not so keen on being struck in the stomach a second time like he had been with Antpaw. It had left him too winded to regain the upper hand and he feared the same would happen if he let this warrior strike him in the same way. Owltalon's pained howl told him that he'd done at least some damage, but if he wasn't running off with his tail between his legs, it wasn't enough. Snarling as he stood reared up on his hind legs (and painfully aware of his own exposed belly), Whisperpaw came back down with both forepaws outstretched, aiming to rake his claws down his opponent's ears or face. Bonus points if he struck an eye or two, he supposed.

[Little Timmy]

// @finnzel

Creamcloud was lowered down in a hunters crouch, ready to pound on a mouse before — a piercing yowl scared the prey. ”Mouse dung!” she hissed, what’s going on!? her mind suddenly came up with a billion more questions, like “what happened,” or, “is ShadowClan attacking already?” She quickly bounded the direction the sound came from, perking her ears as she heard cats fighting. She sped up her walk into a run, quickly jumping over fallen tree trunks, and a mix of bramble thickets, small thorn bushes, and rocks. She stopped in utter terror as the cats fighter each other. It seemed there wasn’t as many Windclan cats as there were ShadowClan cats, They were outnumbered! she gasped.

Not knowing what to do for a few seconds, she scanned her bright blue eyes across the battlefield. Some cats laid limp on the ground, she spotted the apprentice yellowpaw, and a few others dead. Before thinking she pounced at her closes opponent with her claws pointing at its neck. She kept as quite as she could, hopefully surprising the old looking cat and catching them off guard. She was going to kill this mousebrian! All ShadowClan was is bloodthirsty mouse brained idiots with their head in the clouds and bees in their brain! She hissed inwardly, about to land on the ShadowClan cat.

(Though this is clear, any and all of my cats thoughts may not be true. Insults and stuff are not my perspective on things, I don’t hate any cat if I’ve said that in rp. I’m not gonna kill a cat that doesn’t want to be killed, even if my cat was determined to kill them, they may have though about its but odd are they wouldn’t succeed.)

[MooingPanda]

Owltalon was a bit annoyed that his kick hadn't landed, but he was glad that the apprentice's fangs weren't embedded in his shoulder anymore. With how ruthless ShadowClan fought, there was no telling how bad that could have gotten. Now with a little breathing room, he assessed the situation. There was blood trickling from his shoulder and face, but other than that, he was still in relatively good condition. He hadn't landed any major blows to Whisperpaw, either.

Owltalon ducked quickly as the tom flew at him, rolling out of the way to avoid the flashing claws. He was aware of the missed opportunity to land a blow on Whisperpaw's belly only after the fact. He knew he needed to be more aggressive, but he was more comfortable to try and dodge attacks, rather than start tussling with the ShadowClan apprentice. That could end badly.

He hissed in pain again as claws ripped through his ear and he felt the skin tear. This wasn't how he envisioned this going. Recovering quickly after his dive out of the way, Owltalon scrambled to his feet, immediately going on the offensive. First lashing out with his front paw at Whisperpaw's ear, he soon followed that up with a headbutt to the flank, trying to unbalance the tom.
@Papaya