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  • #6366
    Shy
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    Sleekfeather
    Warrior of Riverclan

    A wave of relief washed over him once he caught sight of the small Windclan patrol, and just as he’d hoped, he could see his father traveling with them just a short distance behind his sister. Normally he would hide these sorts of emotions from Swanpath, but how he felt couldn’t possibly be masked. He could barely keep his voice from trembling with anticipation when he spoke to her, but despite how angry he felt, his words were surprisingly sweet to come from bared fangs. “I love you dearly. Please be careful,” he quickly told her before taking off in a full sprint, eagerly tearing at the ground with his claws.

    His eyes never once left Sandadder, his expression dark and longing as he honed in on him. The need for revenge was like a rat gnawing at his soul. If anyone happened to see the fury in his gaze, they’d immediately be able to tell that he wasn’t fighting for Riverclan’s sake. This was much more personal. All of his inner peace had been shattered and he had scores to settle. His lips peeled back in a frenzied snarl, the anger that had waned coming back in full force. With one leap, he easily cleared Desertrose, crashing into his father behind her with outstretched claws. The force of it flipped Sandadder onto his back, and Sleekfeather secured his grip by pinning him down; claws buried deep in the Windclan warrior’s neck.

    #6368
    Roach
    Participant

    Firestar ~Skyclan Leader

    Observing the two leaders before him, noticing their slightest movements as the three clans lower into position. Many felines within Sky, River, and Shadow huddle within the tall grasses or behind boulders protruding from the ground. Keeping silent as they creep closer to the edge of a small cliff that looks over the small valley that the Windclan patrol reside in. His muscles tensing with each calculative movement he makes, his heart beating loudly as adrenaline courses through him. Firestar was itching for action, but knew that they needed to wait for the perfect moment for the element of surprise. 

    One of the felines accidentally cause a loose stone to break from the cliff. His ears twitching at the unusually loud clacking that echoes within the valley. Closing his eyes briefly as he mentally curses whoever made the slip up. Holding his breath as he peeks slightly over the tall dry grass. His golden ember gaze landing on Wolfstar and his small patrol. Sadly; the tall dark grey and white brute of a tom senses a stir, causing the patrol to halt. Licking his dry lips in apprehension as he studies each feline below him. 

    Turning his large cranium slightly to the side as he side-glances toward Hornetstar and Wisteriastar as they stood not too far apart. Eyes narrowing in a calculative gaze, waiting to see what the calico she-cat had in mind. After all this was mainly her fight, he would not have his clan interfere unless absolutely necessary. That’s why when the Riverclan leader rises from her hidden spot and announces her clan to attack; he signals his clan to remain hidden. Firestar saw no point in revealing all their numbers and cards just yet when concerning the small patrol down below. Patience is key to ultimate surprise.

    #6370
    Wolfstar
    Participant

    Wolfstar ~WindClan Leader~

    The silence was almost deafening. Wolfstar’s ears almost began to ache from the unending silence, his attention fixed on any sign of sound around them. Then suddenly, as if it were a crackle of lightning in the distance, the call for an attack rang in his ears. It was Wisteriastar. An attack! Wolfstar watched with horror in his gaze at the streaming line of cats pouring from the other side of the hill they were below. The scent of RiverClan flooded his nose. They had attacked his patrol very sneakily, staying downwind and on the backside of the hill in order to stay invisible. Quickly, Wolfstar looked at his patrol until his eyes rested on his son, Breezepaw.. “Hurry! Go and tell Goldenrose we’re being attacked. Then have her send someone to ThunderClan for their aide!” Wolfstar had a feeling Wisteriastar wouldn’t attack alone, and he was right the moment the stench of ShadowClan came with the wind. Fox-dung! They were incredibly outnumbered.  

    Their enemies were gaining on them, and Wolfstar bared his teeth in a menacing snarl, unsheathing his claws as he prepared for the ambush. “Defend your Clan!” He shouted to his patrol. A few seconds later, Hornetstar’s face was inches from his and he braced himself for the sudden blow of the ShadowClan leader. He hissed as they rolled together on the grass with claws and teeth bared. Hornetstar’s body had slammed into his so hard that they were rolling on the grass until they came to a stop and Wolfstar found the opportunity to quickly step away and stand up, his blue eyes sharp with hatred. “Mange-pelt!” Quickly, he lifted his front paw to claw at Hornetstar’s muzzle.

    #6373
    Feared
    Participant

    Breezepaw ~ WindClan Apprentice

    He was in shock as he heard the call screeched from Wisteriastar’s vocal cords, chin lifting up as his green eyes immediately locked in on the many felines that were just pouring over the small lip of the short cliff. His blood felt as though it had turned to ice within his veins, making his limbs feel heavy and unusable as his mind clouded with panic. Unfortunately, being so young he didn’t have hardly any battle training besides play fighting with his siblings. Pupils narrowed as the enemy was getting closer and closer, their heavy foot falls vibrating under his paws as he could feel the dirt shake with their advance. Scents glands were over taken with the stench of RiverClan and ShadowClan as they rushed forwards to meet the small WindClan patrol. Ears swiveled in the direction of Wolfstar as the large Tom spoke in a hurried and panicked tone, his blue eyes wide with surprise but determination. Mother! Breezepaw’s mind instantly sought out the comfort of his mother, she would know what Wolfstar meant! “Of course, father!” Breezepaw meowed hastily, the heat returning to his joints as he took a moment to look at his mentor, but he didn’t have the time to say anything as the long legged tomcat sprinted past Darkwolf and Tawnypaw, his ears pinned back against his head as he could just hear the sounds of bodies colliding with one another and the hisses being spewed. The battle was here.

    Thump. Thump. Thump. The rapid sound of his heart beating in his ears was the only thing he could hear as he raced back to camp, his paws thundering against the ground. Panic clawed at his heart as he knew that his father and mentor had been left behind but they were trained professionals and stood a chance against the army of River and Shadows. By nothing but mere muscle memory and scent, the young tomcat was able to find the camp of WindClan, but he wouldn’t be relieved until the backup was sent to his fathers aid. Quickly, he slid into camp, unable to slow his pace quick enough as he slammed into the side of Eveningstorm. “What the… Breezepaw?” The older tomcat meowed bewildered, the sleep not quite out of his eyes. “Where’s … my …. mother?” Breezepaw gasped, the words hurting his throat from how fast he had rushed back. “What’s going on?” Tender words pierced the timid air as Goldenrose quickly padded from the leaders den, her delicate eyebrows pulled together in confusion. “RiverClan… ShadowClan…. attack.. near Shadow Border… so many.” He barely gasped out as he informed his mother and the rest of the felines within the camp.

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    Goldenrose ~ WindClan Warrior

    Goldenrose felt her heart sink with the information given about the attack that was occurring near the ShadowClan border. She knew exactly who had been on that small WindClan border, both lines of authority. However, she didn’t allow that to stop her as her green eyes immediately roamed towards Eveningstorm, who was suddenly more awake. “Eveningstorm, I want you to gather a backup patrol and meet Wolfstar at the ShadowClan border. Keep a few warriors here to protect the queens and the elders.” Goldenrose instructed the large tomcat, who merely nodded without a second thought. Goldenrose wasn’t deputy or leader but at times she was rewarded with small traces of such respect. “I will meet with you shortly, Eveningstorm.” Goldenrose meowed before she looked down at her son and gave Breezepaw a gentle nudge. “You will stay here, help Startledcrow protect those in the medicine cat den.” She licked Breezepaw’s ear before her eye caught Eveningstorm’s and they simply nodded before turning their separate ways. Goldenrose felt as though her tail would never stop rattling but she was trained for battle and this wasn’t her first fight. But first… reinforcements. She raced out of the camp, running in the opposite direction of the battle but she knew of the alliance with Hollystar. She better honor it. She thought bitterly, rushing through the tall grasses. Finally the scent of ThunderClan tickled the back of her throat, chin tilting slightly as her eyes flickered along the border of ThunderClan. Goldenrose couldn’t spot a single warrior, but she could only hope that being Wolfstar’s mate would allow her near their camp.

    Goldenrose couldn’t afford to hesitate as she rushed through the border, the clearing morphing into trees. Weaving through the trees, she used her nose to guide her in the direction of a lone ThunderClan hunter, who appeared shocked to see her. “I am no threat. I need to see Hollystar, please!” Goldenrose spoke in a rush, but Darkberry seemed to sense the desperation in the Golden and white warriors tone. “This way.” Darkberry nodded, hesitating only briefly before both she-cats were walking briskly in the direction of ThunderClan’s camp. Goldenrose felt awkward being in another Clan’s camp, but her clan mates and family were in jeopardy. Moments went by before they finally reached the brambles of ThunderClan, green eyes searching the felines as they began to gather with curiosity. “I’ll get Hollystar.” Darkberry explained as the grey and black speckled she-cat rushed off towards an overhang. Goldenrose ground her jaw together before Hollystar finally appeared, instantly lowering her chin in respect for the black furred she-cat. “I’m sorry for the intrusion Hollystar. My name is Goldenrose.” She meowed and looked back up at the she-cat, frowning. “Both RiverClan and ShadowClan have joined forces and are currently attacking a small WindClan patrol. WindClan comes to ThunderClan for aid.” She finally meowed, keeping her chin up as she gazed at Hollystar. Would she come to WindClans aid after all?

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    Eveningstorm ~ WindClan Warrior

    He was surprised that Goldenrose was running off but the molly had her reasons. He looked down at Breezepaw who appeared worried and upset that he wouldn’t be rejoining the fight, but all he could do was gently rest his long tail on the young toms shoulder blades before the big tomcat turned briskly. “(Anyone willing to join this patrol can include their name here.)” He called out the names of the certain members of the clan that he knew were battle ready and wouldn’t hesitate to aid their clanmates in defending their territory and clan mates. “We are to join the previous patrol at the ShadowClan border, prepare yourselves for battle.” Eveningstorm warned the select felines, before he turned his chin in order to spot the other warriors gazing on with confused looks. “Willowfur, Snowdove, Grasspelt and Harefoot. Stay here and guard the camp, just in case the enemy advances to the camp.” Eveningstorm meowed before the large dark brown and white tabby turned to look at the patrol that was just humming to get out there to aid in their clan mates. “Let’s go kick some ass.” He growled, his adrenaline slowly rising as he padded swiftly out of the camp, nostrils flaring as he breathed in the scent of Breezepaw. They would follow his scent in order to find the battle in time.

    Swiftly the large patrol was running through the tall grass of the moor, ears twitching as the sound of yowls and screeches were becoming more and more apparent. Ears twitched as the large tomcat could sense they were getting closer and closer. “Aid your clanmates!” Eveningstorm screeched out as the patrol broke through the tall grass to see RiverClan and ShadowClan overpowering and advancing against his clan mates. With a yowl, the large tomcat pushed his way through the tall grass to where he barreled into a ShadowClan Warrior, Roseshadow. “I don’t think so, Beetle-scum.” Eveningstorm growled as he lifted a large paw to smack against her muzzle, pushing her away from a fellow clanmate.

    #6374
    Hollystar
    Participant

    HOLLYSTAR, THUNDERCLAN LEADER

    Hollystar had just finished hunting, and had started to settle down in her den for a power nap, when suddenly Darkberry appeared with new that Goldenrose was here to see her. The Thunderclan leader nodded towards the warrior, and quickly got to her paws. She sprinted towards the Windclan cat, sensing urgency in the air. “Hello Goldenrose, what can I do for you?” she asked nervously. As the Windclan warrior explained the situation, Hollystar’s eyes grew wide. She knew this day was coming, she just didn’t expect it so soon. “Thunderclan will come fight along Windclan!” she announced, then turned to face the rest of her clan. “Shadowclan and Riverclan are attacking! A few cats should stay back to guard camp, but everyone else should join me on a patrol to assist Windclan! Apprentices, it is up to your mentors on whether or not you are ready to participate in this battle!” the leader announced. “It could get ugly.”

    Hollystar waited a moment for her clan to get together, before turning to face Wolfstar’s mate. “Lead the way,” she meowed, dipping her head courteously. The lithe molly bounded after Goldenrose, and flicked her tail to signal the rest of the Thunderclan patrol to follow. As they approached the scene of the battle, the she-cat could already smell the blood in the air. She braced herself. I’ve trained for this. I will not be overpowered again! she thought to herself, filled with determination. She spotted Wolfstar out of the corner of her eye, and she gave him a quick nod to let him know she had brought reinforcements. Thunderclan had arrived! 

    #6377
    Tori
    Participant

    – W I S T E R I A S T A R – 

    RiverClan warriors swarmed down the side of the mountain at her command and Wisteriastar noted that Hornetstar’s cats were not far behind. She watched with narrowed orange eyes as her mate flung himself directly into the fray, launching himself at Wolfstar. The two toms wrestled and exchanged fierce blows between themselves, each of them fighting so aggressively for not only their own pride but also for the sake of the Clans they had devoted their entire lives to serving. Stand your ground. Don’t give in, she silently urged him, knowing that he didn’t need her shouting for his victory from the sidelines. 

    The calico’s head turned, surveying quickly their surroundings and the cats that crowded its space, her tattered ears were swiveling to and fro, taking in the sounds of yowling cats. WindClan’s patrol seemed to be so small and insignificant to the amount of warriors that RiverClan and ShadowClan had brought with them and they were clearly out-numbered. It was as clear as day that the WindClan cats would fall shortly under these circumstances, so much so that it did not bother her that Firestar did not yet call SkyClan into action. The tree-climbers weren’t quite needed yet, as far as she was concerned. WindClan would lose the war they themselves had declared at this rate.

    However, Wolfstar’s voice cut through the vastness of the area and carried to her tattered ears. He was calling for help, that much she expected, but to hear him send for aid from ThunderClan upset her. “You can’t even protect your own Clan by your own warriors!?” She spat, clearly choosing not to focus on the fact that RiverClan and ShadowClan had attacked WindClan as a pair themselves. For some reason, she just loathed the aspect of WindClan having an ally in this situation. It wasn’t long either before the ThunderClan cats were pouring into the mountain clearing and coming to WindClan’s defense. While she held nothing personal towards the ThunderClan leader, her appearance here had highly aggravated the RiverClan warrior. Wisteriastar’s paws began to propel her forward as she yearned to surge forth into the battle scene– despite knowing deep down that she could not personally participate in the war she had taken such a pivotal part in. However, before she could even get anywhere, a sharp pain stung her from within and she felt her legs collapse on her. Shocked, a gasp left the queen’s breath and she struggled to cushion her fall with her paws before she hit the hard ground directly and risked hurting herself. She felt the first spasm wrack her body and immediately panic surged through her. Amber eyes wide, the RiverClan leader searched the clearing frantically for her medicine cat, Rainysky. Her kits were coming, and they weren’t going to wait for a proper opportunity. She had to get out of here and she had to do it as quickly as possible. 

    #6381
    Tori
    Participant

    – P A N T H E R S T O R M –

    His cold yellow eyes gleamed from the darkness and protection of the shadows as he watched the Clans erupt into battle. Cats from River, Shadow, Thunder, and Wind alike darted out to defend the names of their Clans, earnestly fighting with everything they had to honor themselves and to shield the pride of their homesake. Mirth trilled the dappled warrior. These felines truly were trying their best to fight in the name of justice and what they believed to be right, but he couldn’t help to sneer at them with the knowledge that what they were fighting for was nothing but a tact of manipulation from a lone RiverClan warrior. He wondered if any of them truly understood that these circumstances only occurred because of his actions. Typically, Pantherstorm would have simply just waited out the blunt of the battle from the safety of the darkness, as he usually did not dirty his own paws and instead resorted to using those around him to fulfill his goals. And yet, something about the shrieks and cries of the warriors around him lulled him into serenity and urged him to act. He wanted a piece of the bloodshed himself, he had decided.

    So, the bulky tom abandoned the long stalks of grass and stalked forward, surveying the mountainside with slit golden eyes. There were many cats that were currently preoccupied with a fight of their own, meaning that their teeth and claws were otherwise engaged, as well as their concentration being thin and directed entirely onto their opponent. Closest to him was the brawling of Eveningstorm and Roseshadow, the two warriors were locked in a tumble of blows and would be an easy take down from an unexpected attack on the outside. The predatory tom sank his body to the rocky ground beneath him and crept closer, his narrowed eyes fixated on the battling duo.

    #6382
    Feared
    Participant

    Goldenrose ~ WindClan Warrior

    Goldenrose felt immensely relieved when Hollystar immediately declared that ThunderClan would go to WindClan’s aid. A soft sigh was released from her lips as she gave Hollystar a dip of her head and watched as the warriors began to assemble quickly behind their leader. As Hollystar addressed her, she hesitated slightly as she was unsure of how exactly to get out of the territory and gave a small nod to Hollystar. “This way.” She meowed, although she wasn’t exactly certain. Pupils narrowed slightly for a moment as she walked out of the camp, using her nose as she followed her own scent trail out of the camp and through the territory. It only took the patrol minutes before they were running through WindClan land once more, chin tilting slightly for a moment as she could just hear the sounds of cats yowling and snarling just a few feet ahead. Just over that hill! She thought to herself, pupils narrowing slightly for a moment as the whole patrol rushed over the hill. Goldenrose was shocked to see that her fellow WindClanners were being over run with ShadowClan and RiverClan scum. Thank StarClan for this alliance. Goldenrose thought to herself, but her vibrant green eyes were immediately searching for the familiar sight of a dark grey and white pelt. “Where are you…” She whispered over and over again, but she couldn’t catch sight of her mate as Hornetstar’s bulky build was hiding Wolfstar from her gaze.

    However, she caught sight of a large spotted black tomcat lurking in the shadows of the tall grass, her chin slowly moving as she noticed that the dark furred tomcat’s line of sight was planted upon Eveningstorm and Roseshadow. The two cats were locked in a brawl with Pantherstorm stalking up behind them, heading straight towards a fellow WindClanner. Before she could think about what she was doing, her paws were already taking her down the hill as she hurried down to where she was now standing in front of Pantherstorm. Pupils narrowed she gazed into the face of a hollow shell of a feline, his eyes so cold that it could have pierced the heat of a hot green-leaf day. “I don’t think so, fish scum.” She snarled, the fur along her spine was sticking up as she glared at the tomcat. Before she could give him another second to think, she moved forth with an outstretched paw with white talons reaching for skin as she swiped her paw across his muzzle in a slap before she took a step back to get out of reach of the tomcat.

    #6383
    Roach
    Participant

    Firestar ~Skyclan Leader

    Battle cry’s rang out throughout the grove. Flinching slightly at the pain filled yowls as the fiery tabby coon lays hidden within the tall dry grass. Squinting through the faint openings of his hideout. Easily spotting felines tumbling and lashing at one another; Firestar sighs quietly as he flicks his tail in a subtle sign for his restless clanmates to remain hidden. He was not going to send his clan into the fray and make the fight so hectic. No, there was no point in Skyclan making their appearance when it was only a small patrol of Windclan. Breathing deeply through his nose to calm his racing heart at the adrenaline rushing through his veins.

    His attention snaps over to Wisteriastar as her voice yells out through the battle. Snorting softly as she hypocritically snaps at Wolfstar for sending aid. It wouldn’t be long now for more Windclanners and thunderclanners would come storming to Wolfstar’s aid. Shifting from his position, letting his ember gaze flicker towards the sudden appearance of Hollystar and a few other warriors he could care less about. Seeing the dark Thunderclan leader confirmed his thoughts; Wolfstar had indeed sent for reinforcements. Smirking as he finally rises to his full height, ignoring the tickling of the grass against his thick pelt.

    Clenching his jaw as he looks over his shoulder at his comrades. “Time to fight with Shadowclan and Riverclan!” He calls out before swiftly gliding down the hillside to join the fight.

    #6384
    Tyler
    Participant

    The forest floor was moving at an alarming pace under the ThunderClan deputy’s paws, her pace faster and wider than her clan counterparts who were instructed very quickly after Hollystar’s announcement by the ex-rogue to stay low and wide in accordance to the clan’s favored fighting styles. Her bi-colored eyes searched the grounds around her for her mate but over the mass of clan cats she was unable to locate the black molly. No doubt the leader was far ahead of the rest of the clan considering how eager she was to show her new found skills off t0 the rest of the clans. Kass let out an impatient growl, feeling much like a wolf amongst a flock of single-minded sheep. That would just not do. “Keep going,” she barked at her clan, stepping to the side to let the party of ThunderClan warriors and apprentices speed past her. 

    It wasn’t her fight, it was barely even ThunderClan’s. And yet here they were tending to Wolfstar’s aide because he couldn’t protect his own clan. The drive for a show of power and the need to prove something would be the ruin of WindClan and ThunderClan alike. The safety veil Kass hid under, the reasons she had the audacity to do the things she did was because she knew she could defend herself and her actions. WindClan, she wasn’t so sure about. And yet.. Her mate was at the front of it all ready to dive in head first and claws out. She needed to be there for her, even if she couldn’t fight this battle for her. 

    Without a second thought the deputy took off into a sprint, separating herself purposefully from her clan in order to hit the battle from the side instead of dead on, the ground morphing from thin grass and into rock within a matter of minutes. The clearing was full of warriors from every clan, running in waves at each other to do their leader’s bidding. Finally the ex-rogue spotted Hollystar somewhere along the battlefield but the distance between them was too great for her to really get any sort of message across. 

    That was when SkyClan officially entered the fight, the clan cats sliding down the hillside and charging towards the clan cats. Eventually, Kass rationalized, the alliance of WindClan and ThunderClan would be heavily outnumbered. What was the point of SkyClan’s attendance? Just a fear factor for the other clans? A last ditch effort to force a retreat? The ThunderClan deputy spied Firestar stalking down a moorside, headed in the vague direction of Hollystar and bile rose in the deputy’s throat. That would just not do. 

    Springing into action the ex-rogue found herself barreling out of the treeline into the battle, dodging over compensating warriors spitting one-liners and apprentices cowering behind their mentors causing herself to roll her eyes. “Get a grip ThunderClan, for StarClan’s sake,” she hissed into the air before finding herself in the vicinity of the SkyClan leader. “Hey Firestar!” She called, slowing her gait and raising a kitty brow at the ginger tom, “Sorry I don’t have a one-liner for you, I’m just here to do my job.” She greeted with a shrug, the apathy for the world around her growing in her stomach. “What d’ya say?”

    #6390
    Shy
    Participant
    Sleekfeather
    Warrior of Riverclan

    Sandadder was knocked back by talons that threatened to slit his throat; the claws adorning his neck sinking deeper, spilling small rivulets of blood down his front. He felt the pain and saw the second blow come for his abdomen, tearing long lines into his skin. The Windclan warrior’s eyes burned furiously before slamming his back legs into Sleekfeather’s soft underside, kicking him overhead. Sleekfeather stumbled forward, skidding painfully across loose rocks before turning on a heel to face him.

    “You have no idea who I am. Do you!?” the words tumbled clumsily from his mouth, surprising even himself at how thoughtlessly he’d blurted that out. He felt supremely exposed, as if he’d pulled back all of his defenses and left himself at the mercy of the elements. He wasn’t even sure why he bothered trying to talk to him when he could be spilling his blood instead, but he wanted answers. He wanted to know why he had suffered.

    “What are you talking about!?” Sandadder spat, brows furrowing in confusion. He genuinely didn’t know this dark colored tom, or why he was so crossed with him.

    Sleekfeather grimaced. Saying it out loud made all the memories come flooding back, crushing him beneath their weight. “Did you ever consider what might have happened? I bet you don’t even remember her,” Sleekfeather’s words were cryptic, but if this tom truly was his father, he would pick up on what he was saying. “I have her eyes.” He stared coldly at his father, hoping that, if anything, he might see her in him and remember.

    Recognition lit like a flame in the warrior’s gaze. “I know who you are,” he began slowly, a cruel grin etching across his lips. He’d heard that she had a son, and he suspected that it was his. He never cared enough to truly look into it. “You’re that Riverclan she-cat’s son. What was her name again?”

    “Rippleshine.”

    “Ah, Rippleshine. So tell me, how is she?” Sandadder laughed, remembering how heartbroken she’d been when he cut her off without much explanation. He had no qualms talking about it aloud knowing that everyone would be too busy fighting to hear them.

    “She’s dead,” Sleekfeather’s face was as hard as stone, and just as emotionless. His mother had grieved herself into lunacy. The pain was too much for her gentle heart, and she lost herself one day at a time until she just disappeared. Everyone assumed she’d mindlessly wandered off, and as much as he hated her for what she did, he could still picture her: silky black fur, the same raven-feather color as his, and clear sea green eyes that looked far too tired.

    Sandadder didn’t respond immediately, almost preferring to let the silence linger. “Hm. I’d ask what happened to her, but I could truly care less about it,” he bared his teeth. 

    The breath that escaped Sleekfeather had been too bitter to be a laugh. “You know, you’re  worse than I expected you’d be,” he scoffed, the scowl on his face easing into something more pained than angry.

    “Oh?” his tone was amused, which only irritated Sleekfeather more. He took a step forward with a smirk on his face. Sleekfeather stiffened, refusing to step back.

    Sandadder laughed humorlessly. “What were you expecting, then? If closure is what you want, then know that your mother meant absolutely nothing to me,” he took another step closer to him, reveling in the pain that shone so clearly in his eyes. “Our relationship had no meaning, and if she had half a mind, she would have known that. Does that make you feel better, or atone for your pathetic life? Does your suffering mean something now?” he laughed cruelly, amused that the kit had even gotten this far. It truly sickened him to think that this Riverclanner shared his blood. “You should have just killed me instead of wasting your time with meaningless conversation! I don’t care about some half blood kit claiming to be mine,” he hissed angrily.

    Sleekfeather’s eyes were wide with fury, the anger swallowing him whole. There was something that burned deep within him. It was filthy and intoxicating, and dangerous, but there was something oddly comforting about the sensation of red-hot rage clawing up his spine. It gave him sharpened clarity, and strength.

    #6391
    Pheebs
    Participant

    Swanpath pushed through the sea of cats, ramming into a small orange Windclanner. Leaping back the molly eyed the she-cat, Tinyflame was her name if she was remembering correctly from last gatherings, and ducked into a crouch.

    “Lovely day, hm?” Swan greeted, expression serious despite her playful tone of voice. “I suppose you wouldn’t consider hightailing it back to your moorlands?” Without waiting for a response the taller molly tackled Tinyflame to the ground, pining the feline beneath her easily. Swanpath held no ill will towards this molly, they barely knew each other and as far as Swanpath was concerned this entire battle could’ve been settled between the leaders alone, but she had volunteered herself for this battle and she would fulfill her oath.

    Swanpath managed to land a scratch across the others nose before being pushed back, green-gold eyes flashing dangerously. Swan wasn’t aiming to kill or cripple but should the fight come to that the white warrior wouldn’t hesitate. “I keep thinking this mess could’ve been avoided if your leader didn’t come barging into our camp. Wonder what he did that could encourage Wisteriastar to retaliate like this.”

    #6392
    Pheebs
    Participant

    Falconpaw sat ramrod straight when the news reached him, hurrying to follow Eveningstorm and Goldenrose to battle. Flanked by Windclanners and Thunderclanners alike the tom allowed himself a moment of pride, legs pumping and following the rapid beat of his heart as all around him the song of war sang to him. Skidding to a halt Falcon let his amber eyes wander, catching on Brookflower who he quickly ran to.

    “Where’s Scarletflood?” Was the first question that left his mouth, eyes blazing with barely contained rage. She’d been aiming to maim him last time they’d collided, and Falconpaw was seeking revenge for that. He may be an apprentice but he was determined to not let some ruthless piece of foxdung have a victory over him.

    roseshadow huffed, scrambling to her feet after being rammed into. ‘You’d think he’d be a Thunderclanner…’ but one quick sniff revealed that the warrior in front of her was definitely a Windclanner. Rose wasn’t much for witty banter and got right into it, darting forward and ducking down, jaws clamping down on Eveningstorm’s leg and tugging roughly to unbalance him. Quick as a flash, the shadowclanner shifted back and away, rearing back to slash her claws across the tom’s face. The black Molly’s focus was on Eveningstorm one, hardly noticing Pantherstorm’s approach until the tom was engaged in battle with another warrior. ‘Huh…’

    #6404
    turnip
    Participant

    Applepaw 🍎 Skyclan Apprentice

         This wasn’t what she expected at all.

         Applepaw followed her leader into the moors, keeping close behind Firestar, her paws meeting his tracks with every stride. Appearing alongside the forces of Shadowclan and Riverclan, the young molly burned a steady glare into the leader’s skulls. Her clan had only been roped into all of this because of the dramatic duo. She wrinkled her nose at their stench. But she would rather lose her tail than sit out on this battle. The ginger tabby had much to prove, her warrior name so close she could almost hear it ringing in her ears now.

         This was her first real battle. She had trained most of her life, only unsheathing her claws for prey, and today she would show just what she’s made of. When stories were shared under starlight, war was told with glory and honor. She watched as the armies of River and Shadow tore through the grasses and charged for Windclan. Applepaw knew it wasn’t fair, there was so much wrong here. She looked to her leader, kittybrows scrunched tight as she tried to read his expression. Did he know it too?

         Firestar suddenly rose to his feet, calling his clan to arms before taking the lead. Applepaw set her sights on the Thunderclan party racing down the hillside and took off. This is for my clan and no one else, she growled to herself. Her pluming tail streaming behind her like a wild flame in the dry brush.

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    Hareflight [Mel]
    Participant

    ~ Scarletflood, ShadowClan Warrior ~

    This is what she had yearned for. Of course, Scarletflood didn’t think war was good, and she certainly wasn’t happy about the death of Russetstorm. However, she couldn’t deny the bloodlust that had grown in her since the run-in with the WindClan patrol, and although to most cats it would be unnerving, Scarletflood revelled in it. To her, it was an advantage, a tool to be used to win her battles, and nothing would keep her from using it. A rumble of excitement grew in her chest as she lunged forward with her clanmates, heart beating quickly in her chest as she weaved through the battle, claws tearing up the soft moor beneath her as she did so.

    Now, where was that little brat she’d fought with on the patrol? It was clear that he wasn’t in the initial patrol, but it wasn’t long before reinforcements came sprinting across the moor, and Scarletflood spotted Falconpaw among them. Beginning to slink towards him, she couldn’t help the cruel grin that broke her face as she heard his comment. Tail swaying in wicked amusement, she pierced her golden eyes on the apprentice, head tilting to the side as she spoke.  “Aw, does little kit want some revenge? How cute.” Her mouth curled in a sneer and her claws dug into the soft earth, though her posture remained nonchalant, dismissive. “Go on then, kit. You were so pathetic last time that you deserve a second chance. I’ll even let you make the first move. Let’s see what those hare-brained WindClan warriors teach their pitiful little apprentices.” This said, her golden eyes narrowed fiercely and she prepared herself for the apprentice’s attack.


    ~ Roaringpaw, ThunderClan Apprentice ~

    It had all happened so quickly. One minute, Roaringpaw had been resting in the apprentice den alongside his sister, and the next minute there was a call into battle. He hadn’t even had a chance to see if Birchpaw had been alongside the ThunderClan cats going to WindClan’s aid or not, but Stars, he hoped she was staying back. If anything happened to her… Pressing his ears back against his skull, he banished these thoughts. He needed to focus, now. He’d keep an eye out for Birch, but he couldn’t let himself get distracted in the process. If he got hurt, or worse… Well, he couldn’t let that happen. Roaringpaw could be a good ThunderClan fighter while looking out for his sister. He could and he would. 

    As they broke into the moor, he let those thoughts fall behind him, and focused on the feeling of his paws hitting the ground. He leaped into the first opposing warrior he saw – a SkyClan warrior, by the stench that had hit him – and slammed into her with the full force of his run. He wasn’t a small cat – his form was muscular, and close enough to being a warrior that he was full grown. His fur puffed up, making the large apprentice look even bigger, and without hesitation, he threw a few sharp swipes towards Snowyowl.

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