🌊 A Debt Repaid 🌊

[MooingPanda]

Stormfang came down on Ottersplash's shoulders with a satisfying thud. His ears twitched at his words. "Yes, but I can still hurt you," he retorted, digging his claws into the tom's broad shoulders as he thrust upward against Stormfang's chest. "And once I'm done with you, I will go hunt down your mother, too," he added. "And your siblings, if you're unlucky enough to have any."

Not really sure why, but hopefully the RiverClan fleabag would become shaken enough that Stormfang could finish him off and track down Kestrelstar. That was the real prize. The massive grey tabby was enraged enough to kill the RiverClan leader who had attacked his camp. Nothing would stop him from his goal, especially a cowardly warrior who wouldn't unsheathe his claws. "Attack me like a real warrior," he taunted. "Make it a challenge."
@Ziera

[Ziera]

// @MooingPanda

Geez, this guy was a tank! Instead of falling back Stormfang held his ground when Otter tried to tackle him and now they were sort of deadlocked, Storm's claws digging into his shoulders as he made threats. Which...made him even more confident that this was the right choice, keeping Stormfang away from his friends. Ottersplash couldn't help but chuckle through the pain. "R-really? Sounds like a lotta work...let me know if you find them."

Good luck with that, sicko.

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// @Shade.

Stormtalon's fur bristled with irritation when he missed Yarrowshade's leg by a hair, but he didn't have time to dwell on it. The thundercat was jumping at him again, showing a serious obsession with biting his throat out that Storm just didn't have the time for. He dodged with a grimace.

From the corner of his eye, it looked like Kestrelstar could use help facing Sweetsong, but it was hard to determine how badly he needed it - what with Yarrow's annoying persistence. She kept him occupied.

Tabby markings slick with blood, Storm's ears flattened. Everything throbbed but he wasn't done. Not yet. The warrior aimed several jabs at Yarrowshade's bleeding chest, the spot he'd managed to tear his claws deep into her flesh before Sweetsong tipped the scales in her favor. Well. More like broke the scales with his ridiculous poundage.

[wolfie]

Wormbite | Riverclan Warrior | @Zee @Papaya @Starfall powerplay permission granted for wormbite to hold whitewolf down ! //

When his claws met with air Wormbite hissed in frustration. He was certain that it should have landed. However squinting his eyes at the blurry colors - ah, was she missing a leg? His ears perked up at the sound of a woosh and Whitewolf was trying to bring her paw down on his nape-- Wormbite jumped away. It was too close for comfort. His fur bristled with rage at the fact of what she had tried to do. Surely something she had done similar to Looncry and all he good think about how desperate his clanmate had sounded. Wormbite wanted to hear her cry out in pain and beg for mercy. (He could no longer smell Looncry nearby so he assumed he fled thankfully.)

Wormbite rose up on his hindlegs, lifting both of his claws to try and bring them down her shoulder. He leaned into the move, putting all his weight behind it. Rowanmist had joined in he realized, throwing a glance in his direction. Wormbite wasn't so sure if he was thankful on the fact it meant they could wrap this up quickly or frustrated that it would wrap up quickly. He didn't bother to pull away from Whitewolf, whether or not he succeeded Wormbite was already reeling back to try and go for another blow. It did leave his torso open.

Whitewolf hit the ground with a slump and Wormbite moved forward to help Rowanmist with holding her down. He kept his paws firm on her backlegs, tail lashing back and forth. "Surrender, " He hissed into her ear, amber eyes swirling with emotions. Urging her to not give up because ah, then it justified what was likely to happen next.

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Cloverkit | Thunderclan Kit | @finnzel @Shade.

A familiar scent filled their nose and they whipped around, eyes widening with relief. "ROSE!" Cloverkit gasp, resisting the urge to tackle her to the ground. Honestly? A small part of them was worried Rosekit's misfortunate would act up again here.

Now with both of their siblings at their side Cloverkit felt UNSTOPPABLE. "OKAY, OKAY. BAD THINGS ARE HAPPENING BUT WE WILL BE OKAY!" They yelled, this time it was on purpose. It wasn't just to their siblings. It was to all of Thunderclan. Riverclan was stinky and would regret this!!!

"We need a hiding place! Uhm, Rose? Sage? Anyy.. ideaass?" Cloverkit asked, tilting their head.

[Zee]

[ @x ghostie ] [ @Starfall ]
[ @Papaya ] [ @Ziera ]

Grunting with a effort, Whitewolf planted her forepaw outward in a strained attempt to stand up. These three Warriors had come together to attack her--the one that asked her to surrender wasn't going to keep his word. Kestrelstar lived outside the Warrior Code; RiverClan lived outside of it, and that made them no better than a group of savage rogues. Whitewolf was not supposed to look like this. While she tried to stand against the insurmountable weight of three cats holding her, (wounded and beginning to suffer from mild poisoning) she knew some of her clanmates were watching. They weren't supposed to see her lose. She was a senior Warrior, three or four times more experienced than most of her counterparts, and that should have given ThunderClan some semblance of hope. She had made one RiverClan cat flee and her duty now that a fight had broken out was to make the rest follow suit.

But she could hardly move despite all her effort, limbs shaking as she picked herself up a grass blade's height only to come crashing back down. Whitewolf was strong--strong enough to survive several winters on three legs--strong enough to live on after losing her entire family--strong enough to rise from the ashes and earn her Warrior name in the face of adversity. But lately her world had come crashing down and had crushed her like these RiverClan cats, and all she could feel was rage. She was not worthy of the mantle of senior Warrior, not capable of providing her clanmates with the hope they needed, unless she banished these RiverClan cats from her home. She'd already failed to save them from Kestrelstar's obvious desire to enact violence on them.

This was her last stand.

[Infernoclaw]

War raged all around Infernokit, and he was lost in the chaos. He scrambled up onto a nearby rock and looked around him. He could hear the screeches of warriors all around him. Whimpering, he cloaed his eyes and sat down, traumitized.

[Shade.]

@Ziera

Yarrowshade missed and grunted. Ugh! She needed to finish this cat. How humiliating was this. Sweetsong had done all the work and she couldn't kill this worthless garbage! She shrieked suddenly as claws ripped into her already wounded chest. She panicked and swiped madly at Stormtalon's wounded shoulders.

[Shade.]

@x ghostie @finnzel

Rose tried to think fast. Where should they hide? Maybe....
"Shouldn't we just stay in the nursery? I mean, I think the other kits were evacuated annaaaaaaagh!" she was cut off as some cat rushed past and stepped on her tail.
"We really should go!" she mewed and tried to look for a way out.
"Leave camp maybe?" she muttered.

(I kinda want her to get stuck in the heat of the battle lol)

[BEAR.]

Originally Posted by gs29513

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[ Being short and large doesn't really work .. you might want to rework your description for Firepaw. ]

RiverClan must've been raising real stupid cats, because despite the odds being stacked against the apprentice he opted to stay. Sweetsong was tempted to kill him just to save the world from dealing with another bonehead in the forest.

As he raised his paw to prepare for another attack, something landed on his back. Immediately, his head whirled around and he snarled at the deputy. "Another fish come to play? Must be my lucky day." With her distraction, Firepaw's kick landed - but not where he planned. Paws struck Sweetsong in his chest and it only strived to make him angrier. (He ignored the part where it knocked some air from his lungs, he had more important things to worry about.)

Wheezing slightly, he doesn't hesitate. He jerked explosively, bringing his body into a roll with the plan to crush Splashleap. As he rolled, his paws slashed out toward Firepaw.

[BEAR.]

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At this point, Sweetsong had one goal in mind: EXTERMINATE.

Kestrelstar was at his mercy - something that didn't exist right now. He was angry, he was tired, and most importantly, he was out for the blood of the cat who caused all this pain and suffering.

The force of Kestrelstar kicking his underside made him gasp, winded, but he didn't budge from where he pinned the leader. (He almost wanted to jump up and crash all his weight down on this oversized ball of fat. See how he liked the air being knocked out of him.) Truly, Sweetsong's fault was trying to bite Kestrelstar's shoulder. Fangs sank into the side of his neck and he recoiled instinctively with a furious hiss, the sudden movement likely ripping out a chunk of Fish Meat in the process.

Pissed and missing a part of his neck, Sweetsong raised his claws and swiped them down at Kestrelstar's face as a SLAP.

(In the corner of his eye, he sees a gray shadow. It's familiar. It's a thief. He puts it aside for later.)

[Ziera]

// @MooingPanda | @BILL. | @x ghostie - for viewing purposes

It was a split second. One split second's distraction of grunts and groans, a scuffle, a flash of tangled fur that caught Ottersplash's attention over Stormfang's shoulder. For a minute he...didn't believe what he was seeing. What were they trying to do, kill her!? It was a horrifying spectacle, three cats against one, three RiverClan on an older ThunderClan she-cat no less and stars - what they were doing was just! Oh. Oh.

Suddenly it was so much worse. Otter's heart constricted, the pain wholly different than Stormfang's blows, even when his nasty claws were still embedded in the ginger tom's wide shoulders. No. No, you can't.

"Stop," Ottersplash heard himself say. What was he doing? He never really knew. Impulse drove him toward that familiar pelt of speckled stars - the cat he spent late nights 'brooding' with, or complimenting to make him blush, or just...talking for hours. The tom Otter trusted. Who seemed smart and brave but so completely lost without his family that when Otter looked at him, he saw a kindred spirit in those milky amber eyes. "No!"

He was never good at looking before he leaped. Ever since kithood. Everything Ottersplash chose to do was on a whim, disregarding consequences and sometimes...sometimes deep down inviting them just to feel the exhilaration. Now was no different. Otter didn't have a good why, justification, or reason. He just couldn't watch someone important to him make such a big mistake; it wasn't in Otter to just sit there while Wormbite held her down.

This was wrong. The battle, Kestrelstar, this war. ALL OF THIS was WRONG.

Brimming with newfound energy, Ottersplash jerked away from Stormfang, dislodging his claws in one foul swoop. It hurt like blistering hell but Otter was possessed by a single-minded determination that drove him through the pain. Ottersplash WOULD stop this if he could, and even if he couldn't, they would know he tried.

He started running, heart beating out a frantic rhythm. Ottersplash's eyes widened with panic and he shouted at the top of his lungs: "WORMBITE STOP!"