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  • #6151
    Roach
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    Ravenwatcher ~Shadowclan Warrior

    The tall dark tom couldn’t help but roll his eyes in distaste as he listens to Scarletflood boast about wanting to fight. To sink her teeth and fangs into something; to win a battle that hasn’t even begun yet. He wasn’t sure how he felt about listening to the scarlet molly as well as the russet brown tom talk back and forth. He found Russetstorm to be odd as he thought talking about the weather and season was a good ice breaker. It just made everything seem so laid back when everything wasn’t. He knew that he was taking all of this maybe too seriously, but he couldn’t help but see everything in a different light from his life as a rogue. The sleek obsidian tomcat has the scars to prove that war isn’t everything. Pushing away his discomfort as he knew that allowing his emotions to control him would not result in the best outcome. Nostrils flaring as he takes a deep breath, though his black nose wrinkles at the different scent of Windclan.

    His piercing periwinkle hues shift suddenly into the tall broad form of Hollowflame. Tilting his wedged cranium slightly as he regards him in interest. Out of all in the patrol, Hollowflame seemed like the one with the most level-head. Raven could tell that the older reddish brown bengal knew what he was doing just by how he held himself and walked silently with a purpose. Flashing a small smile in his direction, his once stiff posture relaxing at the needed joke. “Toads are the least of my problems” Ravenwatcher chuckles as he follows the other Tom’s lead as he rubs his slender built form against a pine tree.  His smile suddenly disappears as he spots the Windclan patrol. His paper thin ears flickering in their direction as he strains to hear their conversation.

    Though he didn’t have to wait long to catch the jest of what they were saying thanks to Hornetstar. Grumbling under his breath as he truly believed that his leader lives for the drama and the thrill of egging others on. Shaking his head as he ignores the brief exchange between his comrades and the Windclan patrol. Ravenwatcher already knew that sooner or later a battle would commence; majority of Shadowclan would get what they want. He wished he could avoid fighting all together, not because he is a coward, but because of how he loses himself in battle. Part of him will always long for the thrill of fighting, he had hoped becoming part of a clan would help suppress his barbaric behavior when forced into a corner for survival.

    #6154
    Hareflight [Mel]
    Participant

    Scarletflood couldn’t help but let out a light cackle at Hornetstar’s words about Wolfstar and his arthritis. This was the kind of banter she could only get with her brother and it was something she quite enjoyed. The nasty grin sealed on the russet warrior’s maw didn’t shift even as the WindClan patrol appeared on the other side of the border. In fact, though no one could be quite sure, perhaps it had even grown. Her posture straightened, golden eyes narrowed mischievously on the WindClan cats. She remained right close to Hornetstar, her eyes across the border, but her ears were twisted to face her brother as he spoke.

    As he addressed her, Scarletflood’s grin grew and she let out a mock sound of thoughtfulness. “I don’t believe we do, Hornetstar,” She rumbled back, feathery tail lashing as she stared over at the other cats. Her entire posture displayed that she was more than ready to show her worth as a warrior should anyone make a wrong move. Even as Hornetstar continued on, Scarletflood stood there, her fur fluffed and tail lashing as she glared on at them, just waiting for someone to challenge her. There was so much she could say to these fleabags, but if she started the conflict, how would that reflect on Hornetstar and ShadowClan? If both patrols decided to continue on, of course Scarletflood would go peacefully with them. But if there was the opportunity for a fight… She was always ready to take it. 

    #6156
    Pheebs
    Participant

    Russetstorm’s smile melted away to a scowl, a flicker of something dark passing over his face before settling into a stony expression. Russ was not a tom of words, rather, he was one of action. Words never seemed to fit with Russ or pass from his lips as eloquently or as bitingly as he wished. It’s why he stuck to friendly chatter with a side of teeth and claws if situation called for it.

    “It’s not our fault we have a leader willing to speak up, what does your leader do? He makes himself as small as possible. Call that wisdom or control or whatever the hell you want but to me that’s spineless!” The tom broke his unspoken rule of not speaking when an issue needed to be handled. This rule was of course made because if he started a physical brawl with Hornetstar close by he might claw Russ’s ears off. The warrior was rather fond of said ears. However, that didn’t stop the dark furred tom from grinning fiercely, a thinly veiled threat lurking in his blue eyes.

    Falconpaw frowned, standing up straighter while keeping his movements still. Falconpaw had been to gatherings but not these recent ones, and from the sound of it the gathering had been anything but friendly.

    Wordlessly the apprentice puffed out his chest, doing his best to look as unflappable as the warriors around him. ‘In three moons you’re going to be a warrior, you have to be able to handle this.’ The grey furred tabby winced at Hornetstar’s words, but was proud that his mask of calm remained in tact.

    #6164
    Shy
    Participant
    Desertrose
    The Deputy of Windclan

    That was the breaking point of her patience. One snide comment about her beloved leader and clan had her face rigid as stone, her jaw tensing with each taunt. Every time the Shadowclan leader opened his mouth, the angrier she became. Anger. She’d always considered it to be a puerile concept, seeing that she’d always managed to easily withhold it. No matter how passive aggressive, she would always smile, nod and give every impression that she was the gracious lesser of the skirmish. Perhaps it had been a combination of her lack of sleep and the exhaustion of being a newly made deputy that made her prone to such primal feelings as of late.

    She cast her eyes upward from the ground, turning them ever so slightly until their amber coloring peaked from the side of her face in an angry glint. She took a deep breath, eerily swallowing her rage and forcing herself to smile placidly. No trace was left of the crack that had steadily formed in her veneer of calm. While she’d make sure that Shadowclan knew their place, she wouldn’t let them get the best of her, either. The deputy would hold fast to her integrity. Oh. You’re absolutely right about that,” she spoke with the fluidity of a soft babbling stream, each syllable that dripped from her bared fangs were both sweetly honeyed and venomous, “Windclan couldn’t possibly bore cats like that, but bully you?” she laughed at the mere prospect of that, closing the distance between them in long, thoughtful strides.

    Her slender legs seemed to move of their own volition, and she didn’t stop until her paws met with the edge of the border.  “You should mind your tongue, Hornetstar— or is the Shadowclan leader’s ego so fragile that he’s more interested in bullying a meager Windclan patrol in an effort soothe his wounded pride than lead his own clan. At least my leader has more tact,” her words were bitterly cold and callous, and a threatening sneer formed on her normally delicate face. She leaned forward, eyes bearing straight into his. “Disgraceful. All of you. I suggest you get going if you have nothing better to do than waste my time with disrespectful remarks as if we’re haughty apprentices.”

    #6198
    Feared
    Participant

    Eveningstorm ~ WindClan Warrior

    Wordlessly he watched as Hornetstar and his patrol walked up to the border with a step in their walk, as if they had all the rabbits on their side of the border and wanted the WindClanners to beg. Whiskers twitched with distaste as his dark amber gaze slowly roamed over the ShadowClan leader and then the golden brown tomcats sister as the two sneered at them. The fur along his back rose as he listened to the arrogance that was spewing from their muzzles, causing an eyebrow to rise as his eyes flickered between the two shadowclanners. “Unbelievable.” He muttered softly under his breath, barely noticing Ravenwatcher, Russetstorm, and Hollowflame. Although when Desertrose began to speak and throw shade in the direction of Hornetstar. Slowly the corner of his lips twitched in amusement, more like that of a smirk as he moved to where he was now standing just a tail length behind Desertrose as he watched the ShadowClan patrol.

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    Hollowflame ~ ShadowClan Warrior

    He smirked slightly in amusement as he listened to Ravenwatcher, although before he could respond he heard Hornetstar’s deep voice spew out as he called out to the WindClan patrol. What is he playing at? He wondered silently as he listened to Hornetstar sneer at the WindClanners, physically rolling his eyes in Hornetstar’s direction but he held his tongue. Hornetstar was his leader and unfortunately he had to support his leaders decision to act like a complete ass. Nostrils flared as he exhaled a slow sigh, pupils narrowing slightly as he walked with the rest of the patrol as they stood on the mere edge of the patrol. Emerald green eyes slowly roamed over the WindClanners, watching as their pelts were beginning to bristle and their eyes were starting to glisten with anger. I don’t blame them, Hornetstar is bruising for a fight. He thought silently to himself, meeting Desertrose’s words with a faint frown but remained his stance. He completely agreed with her, but he also had little choice.

    #6234
    Wolfstar
    Participant

    A corner of Brookflower’s lips curled up into a smile when Desertrose not only didn’t glare at her to keep quiet, but joined in on the taunting. It was unlike the silver-and-white she-cat to behave in such a manner, but these smelly ShadowClan cats were getting on her last nerve, especially with how she was told they behaved towards her father in the Gathering. She huffed and turned her head away from the ShadowClan leader as he spoke, not wanting to pay him any mind. However, the words from the ShadowClan warrior named Russetstorm made her blood boil. She snapped her head towards him, her yellow eyes sparkling with malice. “Spineless? I think you ShadowClan cats should look at yourselves in the reflection of the river water before you start calling our Clan spineless. My father is more courageous than you pathetic lot ever will be! All he wanted was peace, but its your fault for lowering yourselves down and acting like pitiful kits who don’t know their left paw to their right! It’s not our fault your leader doesn’t listen to reason. Wolfstar is obviously the most intelligent leader out of all of them, you fox-heart!”

    Brookflower’s fur spiked up on the back of her neck as she gave Russetstorm a threatening glare. Her claws unsheathed and her tail lashed behind her ferociously, but she didn’t dare make one step forward. There was no way she would go back to camp and have her father yell at her for starting a fight. Anyways, it wouldn’t be her fault if a ShadowClan cat got mad by her own words; she had no control over their feelings. 

    #6243
    Pheebs
    Participant

    Russetstorm tensed, a clear snarl rising up as he bared his teeth. Could he have made a vaguely witty and definitely offensive retort? Probably. As was noted before, Russ wasn’t exactly fond of verbal combat, he’d much rather cut and slice then whip out sharp words. Within seconds the russet and white furred tom had leaped forward, pushing off of strong back legs and ramming into Brookflower with all his weight. Hard, merciless blows were landed, and if his tail were still there it would be lashing angrily.

    “Your biased opinions are complete mouse dung. Peace is for those too weak and too gutless for conflict.” Russ leaned forward, blue eyes narrowed and filled with a touch of violent rage. Russ could only be cheerful for so long before his temper, one not well known but the cause of lots of trouble for him, caused the situation to escalate. “I’d watch your mouth, hare-brain.”

    #6292
    Shy
    Participant
    Desertrose
    The Deputy of Windclan

    Her blistering gaze bore straight into Hornetstar’s as she patiently awaited his response, but the sudden commotion caught her attention. A quick glance behind her confirmed that things had turned for the worse. Whatever peace was left between them had been shattered. Russetstorm had pinned down one of her warriors, and the sight of it alone made her claws unsheathe.

    Whipping back around, she gave the Shadowclan leader a frustrated look.Can you not even control your own warriors!? her words were closer to a snarl rather than speech; eyes alight with rage. It was appalling to see how brutish and unmanageable they were under his rule. As much as she didn’t want to fight, she wasn’t about to let one of her warriors take a beating for no good reason.

    In one swift, fluid movement, she was on top of Russetstorm. Landing squarely on his back, her aerial assault drove him to the ground with all of her weight, knocking the warrior off of Brookflower and into the grass beside her. Desertrose’s expression was full of fury, and the paws still located between Russetstorm’s shoulder blades pressed down painfully against his spine; beads of blood beginning to gather around her pointed claws. “I should rake your pelt for setting a paw on one of my warriors!” she spat furiously, her claws digging even deeper until her fur grew damp from the wet, sticky liquid that pooled there. If this were a true battle, she would have dealt a great deal of damage by now, but this was just a show of intimidation. There was no real reason to truly hurt him.

    #6294
    Hornetstar
    Participant

    HORNETSTAR.

    He had been perfectly content to toss one last smirk over his shoulder and get a move on with their patrol, pleased to have so visibly ruffled the WindClan cats’ feathers, when one of his warriors broke formation. Hot annoyance spiked within him, though he found he wasn’t truly that mad at Russetstorm. Though a petty border fight over simple words was ridiculous, even someone so tactless as himself, as Desertrose so kindly put it, could realize this, he found himself eager to exchange blows himself. So when Desertrose took after his warrior, even if his warrior had taken after one of hers first, he jumped into the fray without hesitation.

    “I could say the same to you, harebrain,” he snarled, slamming into the agile WindClan deputy with all his larger frame. No one touched his warriors like that while he was around, even if his warrior was the one truly in the wrong. Screw peace. He was going to put this new WindClan deputy in her place. Without mercy he was soon upon her again, using his previous momentum from slamming into her to brutally pursue her. With a large paw he lashed out, a dangerous glint in his green eyes as his blood sang with the excitement of battle.

    #6297
    Wolfstar
    Participant

    Brookflower ~WindClan Warrior~

    In just a blink of an eye, Brookflower felt Russetstorm’s body slam into hers, forcing her fall on the springy ground. She let out a gasp of surprise, although part of her wasn’t surprised he had attacked her at all. She winced when he pressed her shoulders against the grass with his claws in her skin, and she bared her teeth in a malicious snarl. She unsheathed her own claws and opened her mouth to say something, but as quickly as he had attacked her, he was off. Brookflower quickly stood up and saw Desertrose was now on top of him. I can defend myself, thank you very much, she thought, crossly, although she knew it wasn’t personal. 

    She found her chance, however, when Hornetstar brutally slammed into her deputy, leaving Russetstorm open once again. “You fat, piece of fox-dung!” She growled. Her anger was boiling deep within her, begging to be let out in a rage. How dare these ShadowClanner’s attack their patrol? How dare they cross over the border? Brookflower jumped and pounced on Russetstorm before he could get the chance to stand back up. Her hind legs were on his belly, her claws digging into the thinner skin, and her yellow eyes were as bright as the heated sun, beaming down on Russetstorm’s face. “Looks like ShadowClan needs to learn some manners!” Her front claws were digging in his coat just below his neck, and she pressed down with enough force to cut off his airway. 

    #6298
    Hareflight [Mel]
    Participant

    ~ Scarletflood, ShadowClan Warrior ~

    The russet warrior’s ears were pricked as harsh words were shot on either sides of the border, but this wasn’t what she was focused on her. Her muscles were tensed, eyes like needles as they flickered along each of the WindClan cats. Then, as Russetstorm leaped forwards, a malicious looking grin split Scarletflood’s maw. Now this was what she had been waiting for. She didn’t even have to look over to know that her brother was already leaping into the fray, and with a lash of her thick tail, she joined the fight.

    Her large body collided with a smaller one with enough force to knock the WindClan apprentice back. Despite the obvious imbalance of the fight, Scarletflood didn’t hesitate in throwing a few harsh swipes his way, her eyes glimmering with the thrill of battle. Scarletflood was sure someone was frowning on her for going after an apprentice, but in all honesty… she didn’t really care. If all else failed, she could always say she had been seeing red when she attacked, and hadn’t even noticed this was an apprentice. Really, how could these kits ever hope to be real warriors if they couldn’t take on a challenge? She was doing this cat a favour. Grinning wildly at him, she kept her gaze fixed tightly on Falconpaw, tail lashing and ginger fur fluffed up to make her look twice her – already large – size. “Well, kit? What’s your next move?


    ~ Shadepounce, WindClan Warrior ~

    What in the stars was going on? One moment, ShadowClan had been tossing insults and then going on their merry way, then Shadepounce had been distracted for a second – a second – and the next thing he knew, there were fights breaking out. Amber eyes wide, Shadepounce looked on, horrified. Where could he get involved? Should he even get involved? Or should he be running back to get help? Uncertainty gripped at the warrior’s heart, and he took a couple steps back, glancing over to the ShadowClan cats, brows furrowed. This was just a little border skirmish: they weren’t overly common, but he had seen them from time to time, so why did this feel like so much more than that? Claws unsheathing, Shadepounce watched the battle waiting for either an opening, or for this whole thing to be over – whichever came first.

    #6300
    Shy
    Participant
    Desertrose
    The Deputy of Windclan

    When the large Shadowclan leader barreled into her, all the breath within her lungs had been knocked out. The sheer force of it sent her tumbling forward in somersaults, and had it not been for her gracelessly flailing about until her claws found the ground, she probably would have kept going. Gasping for air, she regained her balance and slowly stood up. Her chest rose and fell with rapid breaths, yet the fire in her eyes burned all the same. “I wouldn’t be attacking your warriors if you knew how to control them!” she shouted angrily, still breathless and panting from the intensity of the blow.

    The deputy took no pleasure in fighting Hornetstar and his warriors. Had it been possible, she would have avoided any and all conflict to preserve what little peace they had left. A true pacifist by nature— but no cat, especially not her, would stand back and watch her clanmates get attacked without stepping in to defend them. Before she could gather her bearings, a set of sharp claws edged closer to her face and swiped across the soft flesh of her cheek. Crimson droplets trickled down her face like tears, and she winced as it began to burn like a hornets sting.

    Blood hummed in her veins as determination and anger took over. Desertrose snarled furiously and threw herself at the leader, dropping abruptly at the last minute to ram into his chest with everything she had. She executed her attack perfectly, rising only to butt her head into the underside of his jaw with such force that it made her own skull ache.

    #6309
    Pheebs
    Participant

    Looking back maybe this wasn’t the best idea. Russ was on his back with his belly bared and claws digging into some potentially fatal areas which wasn’t a good thing. With a yowl the tom shoved the molly off and scrambled up, leaping forward and striking her shoulder with one hard blow. Russetstorm was mad, beyond mad now, and his attention span wasn’t the best but at least he was stronger. Surely he could use that. Pushing off his back legs the red furred tom managed to tackle Brookflower on her side. “How sweet, protecting your pops?” Russ spat bitterly as his brain (a cruel, cruel thing) shoved an image of his own father into his head. His own father who could care less if he was dead or alive. The thought only served to enlarge his temper.

    Falconpaw yelped as one of Scarletflood’s blows struck his jaw leaving a cut that just barely touched the bridge of his nose. Automatically he fell into a crouch, lean limbs bending and tucking beneath him as he let out his fiercest snarl. Falconpaw prayed he could remember all his training before he darted forward and left claw marks over the molly’s shoulder (he’d been aiming for her throat but his anxiety and adrenaline made Falconpaw shaky. Leaping back the apprentice had to remind himself to keep his eyes on his opponent, even as the battle around him left him trembling with a distinct buzzing sound in his head. ‘Fox dung, c’mon you can do this.’ The oriental tom raced forward and collided into the warrior, praying his speed would help push Scarlet back as he attempted to gain the upperhand (hard to do when you were an apprentice fighting a seasoned warrior).

    #6323
    Wolfstar
    Participant

    Brookflower ~WindClan Warrior~

    Brookflower bared her teeth at Russetstorm, her claws unsheathing to their extent and ears pinning back to her head. “Wolfstar doesn’t need protection!” she spat, her muzzle lifting in a snarl. She was proud her father was leader, and proud of what he believed in, but she disliked only being known as Wolfstar’s daughter. It definitely didn’t help being his kit when the Clan’s were at odds and her father was in the middle of it all. Brookflower lifted a paw to swipe at Russetstorm again, but was surprised at suddenly being pushed down on the ground, his paws pressing firmly on her side. Her ribs stung under the ShadowClanner’s weight, and it was making it hard to breathe. Quickly, Brookflower lifted her hindlegs and twisted her body to claw his side with her back paws. “Get off of me!” She growled, digging her claws into his skin. It didn’t deter him, however, and she began to panic when he pushed down even more. Her breathing was coming out in gasps from her ribs crushing against her lungs. I have to get him off! 

    Like a fish, Brookflower wriggled her body back and forth to sway him off of her. She lifted her hind legs up once more and slashed at the thin skin on his belly as quick as she could, her paws getting warm from the blood that now trickled from his underside. The WindClan warrior didn’t stop swiping even though she knew she was going a little overboard, pressing harder and harder with each thrust of her legs. Her anger was getting the best of her, and when Russetstorm backed away, she didn’t stop. She lifted up off the ground and barreled into him, forcing him down onto the ground. “It’s you who needs the protection!” Her teeth met the soft skin of his neck, and she bit down as hard as she could, wanting to gag at the rush of blood that poured into her mouth. 

    Suddenly realizing she just bit another warrior’s neck, Brookflower jumped off of him, her eyes widening with shock. What have I done? Her white-and-silver pelt was bushed up with fear, staring at Russetstorm’s bloody body. His neck was red from his blood, and she assumed her muzzle looked just the same. His stomach had several gashes in it, blood pumping out of some of the claw marks. No, no, no. Brookflower stepped forward and looked down at Russetstorm’s face, hoping he was only shocked and not dying like she feared. 

     

    #6502
    Hornetstar
    Participant

    HORNETSTAR.

    “Forgive me for letting my warriors have a mind of their own,” he hissed, tail lashing behind him. He knew it his warriors truly respected him that they would listen to the orders he gave, but at the same time he didn’t expect them to follow those orders to a “T”, especially without complaint if they disagreed. He wasn’t a dictator, he only dished out punishments when they were truly needed. When they got back Russetstorm would certainly be talked to about learning when to let the border squabble devolve into physical fighting, but not right now. It was a personal matter, to be handled in private, when they returned to camp. He wouldn’t offer Desertrose the satisfaction of watching him remind a ShadowClan warrior of proper behavior.

    He grinned when his follow up attack easily landed, enjoying the drag of his claws through her flesh. However, her own follow up move left him reeling – literally. He saw stars from the force of her blow, idly noting how lucky he was that he hadn’t bit his tongue as her headbutt forced his jaws closed. Where he had brute strength, she had speed – in the end, this fight was going to be about who had more stamina and drive to win. Pressing in close to force her to grapple would probably be his best tactic, unless she proved to be boneless, like a slithery snake. Actually, Hornetstar wouldn’t put it past her.

    The golden tom had been going to do just that, when the overwhelming stench of blood perforated the air. Blood, on any battlefield, was a common scent. But the gagging stench of the blood red liquid that assaulted his nose? No one could possibly lose that amount of blood and be okay. Shoving Desertrose back with a broad shoulder, to put distance between them, he whirled and surveyed the writhing mass of fighting cats on the border. He noted some had opted to stand back, which he wouldn’t hold against his warriors. Then he saw Russetstorm.

    Stomach dropping out of him, he rushed towards the grey tabby standing over his still form, giving her a firm shoulder shove as he snarled at her. “WindClan scum,” he hissed, venom dripping from his voice as his green eyes bore into her. He raked his brain to remember who had been on the patrol, swinging around to spot Hollowflame. The tom’s son was Saplingskies. Perhaps he could help keep Russetstorm stable enough to get him back to camp, or alive until someone could fetch a medicine cat and get them back here? But even as he looked over the dying ShadowClan warrior, Hornetstar knew that hope was going to be futile.

    “You fool,” he growled as he pressed a paw to the other tom’s throat, mentally gagging as an unhealthy amount of blood coated the appendage and flowed through the gaps between his toes. Even if Russetstorm had been the one to first attack, this blood was both literally and figuratively on Hornetstar’s paws. How could it not be? 

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