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Post by Warrioress on Jul 29, 2019 23:31:05 GMT -6
OOC:
Okay so this is the official thread for the Aspenclan attack on Willowclan camp, everyone is allowed to reply with the following rules: - Every roleplayer is allowed one char per clan to play in the battle. They may play a second char for either Aspen or Willow if they plan on killing them or incapacitating them for future threads.
- For Aspenclan, apprentices 8 moons and older only
- Aspenclan will automatically be starting so everyone is okay with replying with their aspen characters, wait until Sharkess has replied with Shrikestar the first time before replying with your Willowclan char, no random posts of Willowclan cats on edge because of 'feeling off'.
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Echostar rolled her shoulders as she slipped out of the nursery, her tail tip flicking behind her. She had left her kits with Driftfire, not intending to miss out on what was going to happen. She had given her warning to WillowClan but they had apparently refused to listen, as they had caught the scent of another trespassing cat, Willowclan heavy in the scent. She felt a growl rumble in her throat, she'd already talked with Whispermoon, Raggedtooth, and Tinybreath, wanting their input but knew that if they didn't do something to back up her warning it could possibly lead to a worse situation.
The sky was still black, stars shining down upon them, she had informed those that would be accompanying them the night before, and now watched as cats emerged from their dens. She could see senior warriors settling in place, while younger warriors and the apprentices seemed edgy and ready to go. Her gaze swept over them, practically freezing them in place for a moment before she spoke, loud enough for them to hear but not disturb the still sleeping camp. "Everyone will remain with the patrol, remaining silent and quiet until given the signal. I don't want anyone thinking about playing hero or big shot in this, this is a protection of our borders" she growled out, her gaze hard on the younger cats.
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Shadowheart slipped out of the warriors den, practically unseen besides the glint of green eyes, his fur blending in with the shadows around him. He looked around at the gathered cats before focusing on Echostar as she stepped forward, her own amber eyes glinting in the darkness.
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Post by gingerluna on Jul 30, 2019 19:25:23 GMT -6
Amberhaze had spoken to Redflame and Peatblossom that evening, and as she stepped out of the warrior's den to follow Shadowheart into the clearing, she glanced back at their sleeping forms. Everything would be fine. They'd come back with another story, another scar. Truthfully, she was grateful they wouldn't be joining the attack. She wouldn't be able to concentrate if she was constantly looking out for them. She settled down beside her mate, nodding in reply to Echostar's words and giving Shadowheart an affectionate lick on the shoulder. "I'll watch your back, you watch mine," she whispered, a gleam in her eye as she tried to get her spirits up.
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Post by niftyshark on Jul 31, 2019 12:06:10 GMT -6
Yarrowpaw stood at the back of the gathering attack party, practically shaking with excitement. She was selected to go—and even if she wasn’t, she’d find some way to attend. There was no way she was being left out of a fight. WillowClan was pushing their clan’s patience, and it was time to make them pay. Her claws sheathed and unsheathed, and she was growing impatient. The longer they waited, the less night they would have to disguise their attack. Time was of the essence, and it wasn’t something they could afford to let slip by. The WillowClan cats would be numb with sleep and from the cold snow, and they wouldn’t even know what hit them.
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Post by 20mia08 on Aug 5, 2019 14:46:32 GMT -6
At long last, an itch that could finally be scratched.
The warrior was hungering for war ever since she and the rest of the patrol with Amberhaze had picked up the scent of an intruder. It was Pepperfang's honor to find and give a reason to put WillowClan into their proper place: underneath AspenClan's claws. Oh- she just couldn't wait! She had been up practically all night from the sheer excitement of it. Pepperfang loved a good fight, and finally, she could have it! The code called for a fair battle, commending that no lives be lost in a verbal or even physical feud.
...However, Pepperfang wasn't always the best at listening.
Karma: WillowClan would get what they had coming.
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Post by browntail on Aug 5, 2019 17:02:31 GMT -6
Sunthistle shifted her weight from paw to paw, in a mostly failed attempt to keep her nervous energy in check. Admittedly, there was a certain pride in knowing she had been part of the patrol that had been the reason for this whole operation- she'd been itching for a proper battle for moons now, and finally she was going to get it.
But obviously she wouldn't mention it. She doubted the rest of the clan was all that keen on something like this when tensions were as high as they were. The chance of a war starting was far higher than most cats would like, and she couldn't blame them. So she stayed silent, waiting for a sign from Echostar to move.
Which reminded her- her leader had just left the nursery. Was it really a good idea to have her come on this so soon after having kits? She trusted Echostar's abilities, of course, but nevertheless, she couldn't help but worry.
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Post by darkwolf45 on Aug 7, 2019 17:40:19 GMT -6
He twitched his ears at the mutterings of the cats around him, all gathered to shed the blood of another clan. It was familiar to when he had lead his own attack on WillowClan, except this time it had the approval of the leader. Jaggedpeak opened his eyes at the sudden hush of the group, the sight of Echostar standing before them, her voice hard with warnings to the more volatile of her cats. He caught her eye and nodded slightly, he'd have her back. She was his friend, the mother of his kits, and he wouldn't dare let anyone hurt her, spare lives or not.
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Post by Warrioress on Aug 10, 2019 11:38:02 GMT -6
Echostar felt a flicker of warmth at Jaggedpeak's nod, stealing herself as she flicked her tail before exiting the camp, breaking into a loping stride after a few taillengths from camp, wishing to get to Willowclan before the sun rose above the horizon. She made a direct path, only veering slightly so they wouldn't have to cross the river. She paused a moment on the border, noting that the moon was now halfway below the horizon, the other side of the sky was starting to lighten up. She caught a heavy scent on the border, and felt a viscous glee that apparently, the dawn patrol had already been by, seems they had decided to do an early start.
Not knowing where the Willowclan camp was, she followed the scent of the patrol, feeling a deep sense of satisfaction curling in her belly as it veered into the territory, heading deep into the heart. She slowed down more as the scent of Willowclan got even stronger than before, indicating that there was a strong concentration of cats up ahead. She raised her tail to halt the cats behind her, inching forwards until she spotted what looked like the camp entrance, a guard outside. She was thanking Starclan that their scent hadn't been caught yet, and was hoping that the wind would remain absent.
She flicked her tail and started creeping forward, wanting to get as close as possible before attacking. She nearly grinned as they managed to get within five tail-lengths before she noticed the guard snap to attention, their ears flicking and mouth opening to scent the air. She waited a beat before flicking her tail once more to indicate for her warriors to attack. She lunged forward as well, eyes flashing as she hit the guard, catching flashes of calico and white fur as the warrior screeched at the attack and lashed out back.
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Post by niftyshark on Aug 12, 2019 20:21:39 GMT -6
(WC can now post!)
There was barely a streak of brightness in the sky when Shrikestar was awoken by the sound of screeching and screaming. There were the sounds of snapping branches and bracken, and he immediately leaped from his nest, his fur standing on end.
Their camp was under attack. But from what? His mind was spinning, and he was too panicked to think properly at first. He peered outside of his den and saw the clearing was flooding with enemies. It was then that the scent hit him. It reeked of AspenClan.
Suddenly, it became clear, and he knew what he had to do. Shrikestar felt rage ignite under his pelt. There were already WillowClan cats out defending, but there weren’t enough. He scrambled out of his den, dodging rolling and snarling cats, and leaped upon the speaking rock right above.
“WillowClan! We’re under attack!” he yowled as loudly as he could. “Defend the nursery and the elders’ den! Drive them out!”
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Post by gingerluna on Aug 12, 2019 20:47:25 GMT -6
(these are my only posts for Clover and Bright, hope that's okay! just wanted their reactions)
Bayflower was awoken by the sound of shrieks, and bolted out of his den. He was taken aback by the violence unfolding in his home. What had they done to deserve this? Was this his fault? Panic seized him, and he stood frozen for a long moment until he forced himself to move. His Clan needed him. There would be injuries, he needed cobwebs, horsetail, marigold, maybe that bit of goldenrod would come in use, too...he gathered herbs in his jaws, darting about in a frenzy as he tried to remember all of his lessons. Willow twigs and poppyseed for later...hopefully he wouldn't need to use the rushes. Oh, this had to end soon. Where was Otterspirit, Marigoldflare? He prayed to StarClan everyone would live through this and be alright.
Brightsplash was awake in an instant, racing towards the nursery. She stood before it, teeth bared and pelt bristling, ready to skin any cat who dared to try and enter.
Cloverkit awoke to fear-scent and screams. She stumbled to her paws, racing to see past her mother. Everything was strange. They were under attack! She knew she wasn't allowed to fight, but she desperately wanted to. She clawed irritably at her bedding, wishing she was an apprentice already as she stood before Lakekit. No one would touch her precious brother.
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Post by Warrioress on Aug 14, 2019 13:23:00 GMT -6
WC
Flareheart managed to disentangle herself from Echostar, hissing before the Aspenclan leader bolted away, aiming for a different target. Flareheart scanned the clearing with a hiss, slightly uneasy as she hadn't thought that Aspenclan would actually attack! She lunged forwards towards a Aspenclan cat, swiping out with her claws at their shoulders and flanks.
Troutleap jumped up from his nest at the screeching followed by Shrikestar's yowl. He bolted out of the den and came to a stop in surprise, his gaze scanning around in shock. He spotted movement beside him and turned his head to see Beanfallow "together?" he asked the tom, unsheathing his claws.
AC
Echostar growled at Shrikestar's announcement, as if they would attack kits! She bolted away from the calico and towards the dusty tabby. "You make it sound as if we are without morals" she hissed once she was within range before lunging upwards, her claws unsheathed and tail lashing. "You should have kept your warriors on your side of the border!"
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Post by niftyshark on Aug 18, 2019 22:23:32 GMT -6
AC:
Running with her clan to attack WillowClan normally would have excited her. Well, part of her was excited, but considering what she knew now, it was hard to find the enthusiasm she normally had. While WillowClan wasn’t her clan, she shared blood with them. It felt... strange. She could have family there that she didn’t know about. What if she hurt them? ...But that was the point of what they were doing. She grumbled and shook her head. It was too complicated.
They broke into WillowClan’s camp easily, and Rubyspark realized they caught the clan completely unaware. Cats screeched and tumbled all around her. She stood, uncertainly, looking around. Should she attack?
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WC:
Haywhisker wasn’t surprised that his prediction from the gathering came true. AspenClan was fuming then, so he expected them to go for blood next. He didn’t mind, actually. They were doing him a favor, little did they realize. This invasion only proved that WillowClan’s current leadership was inadequate. Their camp was now in harm’s way, under the crossfire where kits and elders could come under harm. It was unacceptable.
The camp was a cacophony of screams of anger and pain. He dodged tussling cats, eyeing who he would target. He spotted a calico standing in the midst of the fray, unmoving. She didn’t seem to notice his presence.
He moved quickly from her blind spot, then leaped with his claws extended. He landed on her back and he heard her screech as he knocked her down. His claws dug into her pelt as his teeth sunk into her throat. Blood flowed over his tongue, and she flailed wildly. The she-cat landed a swipe above his eye and managed to push him back, before immediately turning and bolting from camp.
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Shrikestar didn’t even dignify Echostar with a response. If she took measures to this extreme, he didn’t dare expect kits to be out of their reach. She ran straight for the speaker’s rock, lunging upwards with the grace that AspenClan cats possessed. He found it hard to believe that he actually felt something for this cat. Instead of engaging her, he slipped down the rock on the opposite side. If Echostar wanted to fight him, she’d have to try harder than that. Not to mention she would assume him to have more than one life. If her aim was to take it... he wasn’t coming back. It was as much a move to preserve his own life as it was to draw her away.
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Post by Warrioress on Aug 26, 2019 12:45:42 GMT -6
AC
Shadowheart growled as someone's claws slashed over his ears, nicking the top off of his left ear. He bared his teeth and lashed out at them, scoring a wound across their flank before he darted out of range, looking around the clearing for Amberhaze, having lost sight of her in the initial attack. A yowl sprang from him as he was bowled over from an attack from behind. He felt claws tearing at his fur and teeth locked into his scruff and tried twisting in order to get his own attack in, only to let loose a screech of pain as claws scored down his flank, leaving deep wounds behind.
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Echostar growled as Shrikestar slipped off the rock "too scared to fight" she taunted him from where she now stood on top of the speaking rock, her tail lashing. "I thought the almighty Shrikestar would have been a better leader, guess I was mistaken"
WC
Troutleap had been swept into the battle, though he strived to remain near Beanfallow to help assist him and if need be have assistance himself. He set his sights on a black tom who was looking around the clearing, clearly distracted. Lunging forward, he bowled the tom over and started using his position to get in some good hits, locking his teeth in the toms scruff to keep him vulnerable. When the tom started twisting and turning, Troutleap growled and lashed out, aiming to get as low on the toms flank as he could, close to the stomach, and was rewarded when his opponent let loose a screech of pain.
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Post by darkwolf45 on Aug 26, 2019 20:51:44 GMT -6
AC
The chaos of the battle was quick, sending Jaggedpeak into a whirlwind of teeth and class as he swiped and snapped at the WillowClan cat he had latched onto. He was quick to abandon his first fight though, streaking after Echostar, eyes wild as he spotted Shrikestar slithering away from the top of the rock he had originally been on. He hissed, pelt bushing up as he prepared himself to cut off Shrikestar and give Echostar a chance to beat the mouse-heart into the dirt.
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WC
Beanfallow had nodded quickly to Troutleap, eyes narrowing and ginger pelt bushing up as the battle started, the screeches of the cats around him echoing in his ears in a familiar way. It wasn't the same, there were no coyotes, but other cats, and somehow that was almost worse. He'd quickly lost track of Troutleap when he had turned to make sure Haywhisker was okay, and he growled, swiping his claws at the invading AspenClan cats, fighting his way towards Troutleap, bowling over a she-cat who was about his age, her short gray fur catching in his claws as he slapped her face.
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Post by gingerluna on Aug 26, 2019 20:56:51 GMT -6
The chaos was immediate. Amberhaze raced into the battle at her mate’s side, but she was quickly separated from him. She batted and hissed about, scrambling amongst the camp, when she heard a scream that sent her heart plummeting to the earth. Instantly she moved towards it, desperately racing to Shadowheart’s side. She lunged for the WillowClan cat on top of him, jaws outstretched to seize his scruff and drag him off her mate.
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Post by darkwolf45 on Aug 26, 2019 21:31:15 GMT -6
WC
Beanfallow had just kicked away the she-cat he'd been fighting with, his head turning to spot Troutleap fighting with a black tom. Face twisted into a snarl he was ready to enter the fray once more when he saw an AspenClan she-cat launching herself at Troutleap, going unnoticed as Troutleap grappled with the tom below him. "Troutleap, look out!" He yowled, scrambling away from his own fight to try and get to his friend in time to hep him fight the new she-cat.
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Post by Warrioress on Aug 26, 2019 21:50:09 GMT -6
WC
Troutleap let his grip on the tom's scruff go at Beanfallow's warning, turning to try and see what he had yelled about only to gasp and jerk as fangs sank into his neck. He gaped in surprise as he jerked backwards, coughing as blood flooded into his neck and down his chest. He stumbled backwards, his legs trembling for a moment before he crumbled to the ground, trying to gasp in air only to cough immediately afterwards. His eyes flickered slightly as he looked around him, trying to find his sister, to ensure that she was safe. His gaze latched onto the calico and white pelt of his mother, only to see her watching him with wide eyes and despair on her face.
Troutleap felt himself slipping away, gasping as his eyes started closing "Troutleap" the sound was a welcome but also unknown. His eyes opened to see a gray tom standing in front of him with kind blue eyes "hello my son" Troutleap gaped at the stars before it hit him that he was talking with his father, Creektooth. He looked around, noting that the clearing was familiar but faded looking now. He closed his eyes before standing up and brushing his nose against the other toms. He looked back once before stepping forward into the stars beside his father.
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Flareheart was fighting with a small she-cat when she heard someone call out her sons name. Slashing her claws across the other's face and causing them to stumble away, she turned instead of pressing forward only to stop and stare, Troutleap was in the grasp of a ginger she-cat, her fangs buried into his neck. She stood frozen as he jerked away and stumbled backwards only to collapse to the ground. Despair was crawling its way thru her as his gaze landed on her before his eyes closed and his flanks fell still. She stood for another moment before anger swept thru her "Troutleap!" she screeched, pain and anger shooting thru her voice as she bolted over, her eyes wide with anger as they locked onto the she-cat.
"You killed my baby!" she screeched as she lunged towards the she-cat, her eyes wild with anger and despair.
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Post by niftyshark on Aug 26, 2019 23:10:53 GMT -6
AC:
The rush of battle was an intriguing spectacle after moons of avoiding it. It brought feelings he’d long since forgotten, but it no longer made him smile. It was a heavy weight, knowing that fighting could bring him nothing he wanted anymore. His body didn’t respond to him like it used to anymore. His ability to command any fighting tactic he wanted was there, but he was no longer the quickest, no longer the strongest, no longer the sharpest.
He fought with the practiced ease of experience, but nothing more. He found himself tired as he grappled with a WillowClan tom, found himself distracted as he thought about all he wanted to change. But most of the change he sought could never happen, not with all the family members left behind in his wake.
He pushed off the enemy warrior, watching with a tortured expression as the tom darted away. He wanted to mean something. He wanted his life to have value. He…
His eyes focused as a scene unfolded before him—screaming, a cat falling dead, another lunging with lethal intent. He wasn’t aware of his legs moving, just that he needed to get there in time—
The killing blow meant for Amberhaze would never meet her. Trenchflame moved in the way of Flareheart’s strike, and time seemed to slow down as her claws bore down on him. His ears rang as they met his throat, and he crumpled under the force of her momentum.
Blood filled his mouth, and shortly after he was aware of nothing else.
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Post by gingerluna on Aug 27, 2019 17:55:02 GMT -6
At the last second, the tom turned, and blood filled Amberhaze's mouth. In a panic she let go of the warrior, stepping back and spitting blood out onto the dirt. He crumpled, coughing and bleeding all over, and in a panic Amberhaze pressed her paws against his throat. She hadn't meant to, she'd just wanted to get him off Shadowheart, she never wanted to kill anyone, but a moment later he was completely still. A mournful cry interrupted her thoughts, and she looked forward just in time to see a cat lunge for her. There weren't any thoughts. Just staring, and then someone was in front of her. Amberhaze watched as Trenchflame crumpled into the ground, and there was blood, more blood, and everything inside her was cold. She moved from the body of the WillowClan warrior to that of her fallen Clanmate, pressing her nose against Trenchflame's fur. "Shadowheart," she called raspily, looking behind her. He had to be alive. Oh, and the angry WillowClan calico was still there, and she couldn't think of much else. There was so much blood, so many screams, she just wanted it to end. "Shadowheart." You killed my baby. Baby. With glazed eyes Amberhaze looked up at a fellow grieving mother, except now it was her fault. "I'm sorry," she gasped, her gaze falling to Trenchflame again. Dead, for her mistake. For her murder. "StarClan, I'm sorry. Forgive me. Please, please, StarClan forgive me."
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Post by Warrioress on Aug 27, 2019 18:16:46 GMT -6
WC
Flareheart stumbled backwards away from the now dead tom, her eyes wide. Her previous anger seemed to dissipate away in the wake of killing another cat. Her mind floated over the thought that she probably would have killed the ginger she-cat who was now crouched over her clanmate, repeatedly apologizing and asking for forgiveness. Her gaze shifted from the aspenclan cats to the body of her son "oh starclan, no please no" she breathed as she moved forward, curling her body around Troutleap's. "I know I haven't been the best mother, I've made mistakes but please! Don't take him away!" she whimpered, ignoring the battle now raging around her.
AC
Shadowheart wasn't sure what happened, it seemed to go by in a blur of both pain and surprise. He managed to push himself up and limp his way over to Amberhaze, his gaze wide with shock and pain as he looked at Trenchflame's body, 'Starclan, what has happened?' he thought as he forced himself to remain standing next to his mate, ignoring the throbbing pain coming from his flank, noting that the blood had already lessened and seemed to be close to stopping.
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Post by 20mia08 on Aug 29, 2019 14:27:13 GMT -6
AC
Pepperfang mingled among the flying bodies and droplets of blood, her movements swift and fluid, similar to a fish navigating up a stream it had known for countless years. While her motion was elegant and driven, the gleam in her eyes was all but ladylike. Amber optics revealed a hungered emotion, a longing for bloodshed. She looked crazed, like a rabid animal, perhaps while anyone was yet to approach her and challenge her to a skirmish. Nonetheless, Pepperfang already had a fair bit of scarlet lacing her maw.
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