Turned Tides

[vellichor]

@Flippaw

The cold claws gripping their lungs finally let go. But they looked at their side and gasped. Even with the cobwebs on, Ravenpaw was bleeding out. They had lost too much blood... They were beyond survival. And they had to say one thing to the older cat. "My... My name is Ravenpaw... I'm from WindClan... and if you see Blazing... Blazingstar, tell him I - I hope he's proud of me..." With that, they took their last gasp of air and lay still.

[Brilliance]

The battle was on, and Passionstar was itching to throw himself in the fray. He was excited about delivering blows and getting his paws soaked in blood...was that a good thing? Was it a good thing that whenever there was a battle, he always turned into this malicious, bloodthirsty beast? He hated that about himself, that he had drive to fight, but then again, he always tried to justify his actions, convincing himself that he was doing all this for riverclan. They needed their home back, and all he wanted to do was take down the other three selfish clans just so riverclan can get what was rightfully theirs. The battle wasn't over yet, but the tom wasted no time in tackling whoever was in his way.

@Killer of Madness

[BEAR.]

Originally Posted by Sagittarius

@BILL.

Turtleclaws stalked the outskirts of the battle. His pale green eyes narrowed, he looked for an open cat. Only the cowards stuck to the outskirts of a battle. He would find those cowards and claw them until they begged for mercy. Oh, yes. The tortoiseshell tom locked onto a target, a RiverClanner who seemed to be talking with another cat. Grinning, Turtleclaws leapt from behind while yowling, “RiverClan scum!”

The small tom aimed for the back, hoping to wind the cat enough to get it to stay still. This would provide a large advantage to the vicious cat.

Originally Posted by Duskflight

Regardless if his shoulder stung from his scar protesting against all of his movements, Badgersong was here. He was going to fight for Shadowclan because it was his duty. If his clanmate wanted to disregard his duty to attack and instead chat with the enemy, that his his choice. But after his many moons of service, the black and white tom would never dream of disregarding an order to attack. There didn't need to be words exchanged in battle, some cats enjoyed hurling insults and yowling till their throats ached, but Badgersong did not. He would fight with all of his strength until the battle was called to an end, or he was killed. You would not see this senior warrior run from a battle, hell, a badger couldn't scare him.

So without so much as a grunt, the senior warrior with the scar along his left arm hurled himself at Firehawk, coming from his left side, and aiming to bowl him over and stun him. He didn't see Firehawk as a bad cat, only as an order. It was his order to put down Riverclan and any other clan that stood in Shadowclan's way. So that's what he would do. With his claws unsheathed, the tom began to prepare his next move in his head.

(ig fire's gonna get beat up)

Everything happened in an instant. One moment he was turning away from Quailears, and the next he was sent to the ground. It was like two cats collided into him, one onto his back and the other his side-- he was dazed, confused, and pinned.

His first instinct once he recomposed himself was to escape, and he twisted violently under his attackers, trying to break free from beneath them. The only scent he could detect with certainty was ShadowClan, but with the chaos around them it was hard to tell who else was targeting him.

[XllamaX]

Originally Posted by Flippaw

"Windygale is a ShadowClan cat. He was deputy before Ravenfrost, who is now apparently leader, unless Goldenstar shows up." His ear flattened. He pointed to the ebony tom in front of Windy and the she-cat beside him. "The black tom is Fallenstar, the RiverClan leader, and that she-cat? That's Buttercupbreeze, another former deputy before the 'peacemaker' incident."

@Lilyfur2 @XllamaX

"So I'm assuming they all want the same rank?" She meowed "Also why is he ravenfrost not ravenstar?" The confused she-cat swayed to one side unbalancing herself. As an outcome the black molly stumbled over her abnormally large front paws. Nearly falling but catching herself at the last second. She giggled slightly hoping she hadn't been seen.
Her amber eyes narrowed, trying to focus on finding her mentor Darktouch, she was still worried. Maybe it would've been a better idea to look for him? What if he was hurt? What happens if he was dead?! The panic overwhelmed her making her more tense then she should've been.

[Browneyedfox]

@XllamaX

Brokenpaw looked around for someone to fight, some way to help her clan. Her large amber eyes took in the turning battle. Why are my clanmates fighting for Riverclan? She thought. Traitors! Leaping into the fray, she attacked the first “peacemaker” she came across.

[Mango]

Originally Posted by Gemini

the white Tom sprinted into the battle. His mitchmatched eyes scanned the clearing for a cat to attack, his fluffy large frame looked like a white cloud in a stormy sky. As Cottonspirit stood bus ground he licked his paw and ran it over his ear before unshelthing his claws he slowly strolled in hoping that he would not have to fight the other cats he had never really enjoyed fighting to say the least, yet he was only following his clan. He had seen Asterbounce leave camp and just had to follow. As his mitchmatched gaze darted around the fray of cats and fangs he thought back to the first battle and the horrors that he had witnessed he had seen so much and it was.. terrifying to say the least, by no means was this his first battle but he always hoped that it would be the last one seen in his lifetime he always hoped for that. As he watched all of the other cats fighting he scanned the clearing for the possibility of any other cats to take on, that wouldn’t be to scared to come for him. Though in fact he was very sweet and lazy he was a massive cat.
The white maine coon rushed away from where he was standing and looked at his surroundings trying his best to find an open space with maybe a few flowers. Cottonspirit looked around upon noticing a grassy patch and began to walk over hoping his white coat would not become spattered with blood turning him red. Hopefully it wouldn’t make Asterbounce fret over him. If anything he would fret over Asterbounce but he wouldn’t let it happen the other way around with his white fur fluffed out he looked like a giant. He wasn’t preparing to fight only repelling others he plucked up a flower and yet kept his claws unsheathed. With the flower he moved it behind his ear and slowly took another step twards the mess of claws and teeth.
He saw the blood fly off another cat spattering his muzzle he hated the way that it looked with his eyes narrowing it appeared that he was going to leap into battle yet he was truly angry that this cat fighting had ruined his perfect white pelt. That his maw was now tinged red. With a lick he tried to get the blood of yet spat it out for he hated the way that it was thick on his tongue. He slowly took a step forward knowing that it his face was tinted red which made him appear to want a fight. With a careful pawsetep he prepared himself while his thoughts were still in Asterbounce he would fight for the tom’s love and show him his strength. With that he ran into the battle and smiled at his new motives.
[WindClan peacemaker OPEN]

Pikerunner stood staring at the Riverclanners growling slightly,” Fox hearts.” He spat. Pikerunner was a former Riverclanner, but his entire family was murdered by Riverclanners and resulted in a life-long hatred towards Riverclan and him leaving the clan to join Windclan. His eyes drifted apon a tom he recognized Cottonpaw.... Due to living in Riverclan for all of his kithood and half of his apprenticehood he knew most of the warriors. He approached Cottonpaw with unsheathed claws, snarling,” Cottonpaw.” He spat before aiming a blow for his nose.

[Mango]

Streamcloud stood glaring at the battle. She had no interest in fighting, but yet here she was in the battle needing to decide who to fight and whose side she was on, was she on the peacemakers side or would she obey Grousestar’s orders. She stood their feeling perplexed unsure of who to fight. They are a clan and were here before Skyclan, but Grousestar is my leader and his word is the word of Starclan, but so is Shinefang’s word who says the opposite of Grousestar...Cucumberpickle is fighting for Skyclan, and I would like to please my father, but my mother disappeared with my littermates she probably would have fought against Skyclan...

[XllamaX]

Originally Posted by Browneyedfox

@XllamaX

Brokenpaw looked around for someone to fight, some way to help her clan. Her large amber eyes took in the turning battle. Why are my clanmates fighting for Riverclan? She thought. Traitors! Leaping into the fray, she attacked the first “peacemaker” she came across.

Darktouch fell to the ground with the impact, his already aching legs had already given in. The dark toms eyes lit with fright. He no longer had the strength to keep fighting. Is this what dying feels like? Cant be!
He rose to his feet trying with his last bit of strength to fight back. He unsheathed his claws and began to viciously attack back.

[BEAR.]

Oakpelt prowled the edges of the battle, eyes scanning the swarm of fighting cats as he clung to the outskirts. The RiverClan had no intention of actually fighting, opting to instead watch his Clan-mates and allies get shredded while he pretended to participate. It was a fool proof plan! If he wanted to feign an injury, it wouldn't be hard to act like his paw or leg was injured. Now all he had to do was try to remain undetected, a missed feature in the chaos of the forest.

[open] @SuspiciousMindz

[The Cannibal]

Originally Posted by BILL.

(ig fire's gonna get beat up)

Everything happened in an instant. One moment he was turning away from Quailears, and the next he was sent to the ground. It was like two cats collided into him, one onto his back and the other his side-- he was dazed, confused, and pinned.

His first instinct once he recomposed himself was to escape, and he twisted violently under his attackers, trying to break free from beneath them. The only scent he could detect with certainty was ShadowClan, but with the chaos around them it was hard to tell who else was targeting him.

Battles were chaotic, Badgersong knew that, and sometimes two cats would attack the same cat. And in the chaos, that seems to have happened precisely at this moment. At the very least, the black and white tom was able to land his hit, though was surprised to find that another cat had also attacked the Riverclan tom he was currently focused in on. Another Shadowclan warrior. Feeling he had seniority over the other warrior, Badgersong would speak loud enough for the other tom to hear without yowling, his voice cold and direct and his yellow eyes showing the cool fierceness of a seasoned warrior.
"I can handle this one, I suggest you find someone else."

He didn't know the warrior's name, but he assumed that the other would get his point and back off. Regardless if he did or not though, Badgersong would viciously jab his right paw forward, aiming for the right temple of Firehawk. As long as he could keep the other dazed and confused, he could easily win this fight and move on to the next cat. The more cats he could put down, the better Shadowclan would fare.
@Sagittarius