Blizzardwind didn't like this one single bit, everyone tryna kill each other, this was dumb, cats had no brain these days. He saw cats fall, Clanmates and enemies, but none fazed him. Not anymore, he had seen too much death, now it was a normality.
As he stalked forward, not exactly knowing what to do, he saw a kit scamper out of ThunderClan nursery. He let out an irritable hiss, and walked over. "Get back in the den, stupid!" Did ThunderClan have no discipline? He snarled at the kit, trying to look scary so it would run back inside. "Unless you want to be shredded!" He added, flexing his claws. Would he really kill a kit, no. But whatever worked.
[let's not have them chat, I just knew he would want to yell at Dawnkit]
He wasn't planning on fighting, but everyone else seemed to, so he looked for some ThunderClan cats that he could fight. RiverClan might be run by a psycho, but it was his home and ThunderClan had crossed so many flipping lines, so he knew he should fight.
Her opponent's claws missed her by a hair length, thank the stars. She needed to be more careful. She spun around and tried to rake his face. She wanted to scream, to tell him that the warrior code said 1. An honorable warrior doesn't need to kill (it's not explicitly forbidden) and 2. The warrior code is whatever the clan leader orders. But she needed to keep her concentration, only fools chatted during a fight.
Hemlockheart
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Ah!
The brunt of the attack had missed him, but a small scratch caught his nose, he hissed with pain as the scratch appeared.
How had she done that with such a small attack?!
He decided it would be good to get her paws out of commission, and attempted to crunch down on one of her paws,
Away from the claws, of course.
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This was her fault... all her fault.
Her neck fur was soaked with tears, and her face a wreck of mourning and sorrow.
What had she done?
The squirrel dropped from her maw with a soft thump, and she let out a whimper, “I was just trying to help my clan...” She murmured, voice cracking.
She looked at the squirrel, still whole and fresh.
Despite the war going on around her, she buried the squirrel. “We will need all the prey we can get once this is over, I might as well not let good food go to waste...”
Her clan, she was always thinking about ThunderClan.
And her father, her father was fighting, blood dripped down Hemlockheart’s face as he grappled with a RiverClan she-cat, who’s paws looked as if they were dipped in blood.
Once upon a time, she may have shared prey with that cat as an apprentice, but now if she tried to approach, she would be shredded.
She blinked tears out of her eyes. No, no, I must keep from breaking down, I have to save... save ThunderClan, She thought, I need to protect the clan, for the future generations...
She choked back a sob that was beginning to overwhelm her, and spotted him.
Kestrelstar.
Her blood boiled only with a single glance at his evil, cruel yellow eyes. He followed me, he brought his horrible clanmates with him, he brought evil on my home.
He must be stopped.
With a snarl ripping from her that was harsh, more animalistic than she had ever released, she pounced upon the RiverClan leader, intent on ending his life.
Her claws outstretched, she went right for the throat.
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By now her entire body was quivering. Olivenose was terrified, the stench of her fate hanging heavily in front of her nose. Bile coated her throat as she cowered before the claws of Ravenskip. Sharp, curved talons in which if she could still see, she might've seen her reflection; her fate. The shrill of the battlefield raged on all around them, but time seemed to slow down. The noises, the claws, even the words that were spoken to her.
"Please, I haven't done anything to you!"
Olivenose wasn't daft enough to think that her pitiful attempts at begging for her life would matter. Not to this cat. Without her sight, she was helpless, cowering on the ground and wishing for someone, anyone. Her mother. Jackdawblaze. Otterstorm, the young tom she had met at the prey pile once upon a time...
// @-Ash- [ any PP on Olive from here on is approved by me! ]
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short reaction between the two but here's some extra panic material for pepper ;w; //
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rainykits head pounded and their heart thudded in their chest, everything seemed to be doubling. their heart seemed to stop beating for a second, then rush to beat more times than it should've. the shaking made them shriek, paws flailing as they fell backwards, shuffling away from the cat. then, they noticed it wasn't a riverclanner.., just a thunderclan kit who was as scared as they were. they blinked rapidly, failing to find enough air in them to breathe out a response, simply nodding.
they were okay, if they just..ignored the overwhelming sense of dread that was about to engulf them.
more yowls made tears well up in their eyes, rolling down their cheeks. "it- it's..its - i don't..im.." they gasped, staring at pepperkit with wide eyes. everything was so LOUD. too loud for them - they felt dizzy and they weren't sure if it was because of the headache, shrieks, or their struggles to breath. before they knew it, everything seemed to slow as their vision black, head hitting the ground as they passed out.
He'd been on one of his usual walk abouts, his head too loud and that mixed with his clanmates usual chattering was just too much. After a good chunk of time he'd begun to make his way back, ears twitching as he heard a quiet humming that slowly got louder the closer he got. His blood froze the second he realized it wasn't a humming, it was shouting, fighting, howls and screams all coming from the Camp. The Air stunk of Riverclan, how had he not noticed this earlier?
The Calico launched himself forwards, paws thrumming against the ground as he practically leapt towards the entrance. Bursting through the fronds he stood there for only a few seconds, allowing himself to collect his thoughts, before he flung himself at the closest Riverclanner.
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He was late, but in his defense he hadn't realized they'd left. Considering he wasn't actually supposed to be coming along. He was still somewhat healing, spells of nausea and dizziness fell over him still, but he was beginning to be able to power through them.
The Maine Coon skid into the camp, blue eyes looking for a familiar pelt, specifically a grey and white one. He knew without a doubt Goosefury was in this fight, an angry Goosefury at that if he was remembering his kithood friend right. He wasn't an expert, but fighting while blinded by anger was a one way ticket to death.
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Spiderthroat is the Deputy of ThunderClan
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But these fingers and these palms
Full of love despite the scars
They show indisputably I have so much more to grow
Oh, I can change, I can evolve
I can get up when I fall
I'll live contentedly, I don't need a reason why
Standing tall and standing strong
I have found where I belong
In the arms of somebody, there is no more need to cry
Ah!
The brunt of the attack had missed him, but a small scratch caught his nose, he hissed with pain as the scratch appeared.
How had she done that with such a small attack?!
He decided it would be good to get her paws out of commission, and attempted to crunch down on one of her paws,
Away from the claws, of course.
Lizardfrost had already had her paws targeted by geckosprout. She quickly tried to use this bite as an advantage, trying to retract her paw and pull the enemy closer as she flailed at his ears with her othe paw.
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