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Post by gingerluna on Sept 4, 2019 12:55:38 GMT -6
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Amberhaze looked back at Shadowheart as he approached, the calico's cries raising as she approached her child's dead body. She pressed against his side, moving to lick the blood from his wound. Amberhaze shook as she stood beside him, not comprehending anything else happening around her. "You're alive," she whispered. "Oh, darling, we need to leave. Trenchflame, we need to take him..." She looked behind her at the body again. "We need to do something."
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Bayflower's frantic running about was interrupted by Flareheart's screams. He turned towards her, eyes widening in shock when he saw two limp bodies in the clearing. "Flareheart!" he cried, dropping his herbs as he approached. His gaze fell upon Troutleap, and already he knew he was too late. "Oh, Flareheart." His tail drooped, and he stepped up to Troutleap's body, nuzzling his fallen clanmate. "He walks with StarClan now." As he looked up, he realized another cat was dead too, one he didn't recognize. Two AspenClan cats, one injured, another with blood staining her maw, sat huddled by their clanmate's body. He didn't know what had happened, but his duty now was to his Clan, and it seemed they did not require his immediate attention. He flashed them a venomous glare that warned them to stay away before promptly ignoring them. "Flareheart, are you hurt? Come, come wait in my den, we can bring him there too." He knew this wasn't the best time to be moving bodies, but he couldn't risk having Flareheart attacked in her grief, and she knew she wouldn't leave her son.
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Post by niftyshark on Sept 5, 2019 7:35:58 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. WC: Cherryleaf was determined to protect WillowClan’s camp. Despite her uneasy feelings about where she belonged now, she knew she had to defend where she grew up. She always wanted to be a warrior as a kit, defending her clan against attackers. Well, now she had the chance, even though she didn’t feel how she did when she was younger. She looked around, claws flexing, as she tried to figure out who to go after. Cats were tussling all about the clearing. Someone moved near her, an AspenClan cat, and she could see their muzzle was smeared with blood. Did that mean they were weakened, or something else...? Choosing not to think about it, Cherryleaf leaped, prepared to bowl the peppered she-cat over. |
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Post by darkwolf45 on Sept 6, 2019 9:11:33 GMT -6
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Beanfallow's jaws opened in a silent howl of grief and pain, his own mother's lifeless body flashing before his eyes as he saw Troutleap's body still, blood splashing into the cold dirt. He was stock still, frozen as he stared at the death and then deaths in front of him, his fight forgotten, the cat he'd been wrestling with slashing him across his shoulders, bringing him back to reality. With a yowl he spun, smashing his long legs into the other cats face, claws drawing blood.
Hollowecho had been startled by the sudden battle, his eyes wide and heart racing as he tried to keep up with the more healthy and well-rested warriors. His own tiredness weighing him down as he more stumbled than jumped into the sudden war being waged. He didn't even know who his opponent was, other than the fact that they were fast.
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Post by 20mia08 on Sept 7, 2019 15:34:22 GMT -6
WC: Cherryleaf was determined to protect WillowClan’s camp. Despite her uneasy feelings about where she belonged now, she knew she had to defend where she grew up. She always wanted to be a warrior as a kit, defending her clan against attackers. Well, now she had the chance, even though she didn’t feel how she did when she was younger. She looked around, claws flexing, as she tried to figure out who to go after. Cats were tussling all about the clearing. Someone moved near her, an AspenClan cat, and she could see their muzzle was smeared with blood. Did that mean they were weakened, or something else...? Choosing not to think about it, Cherryleaf leaped, prepared to bowl the peppered she-cat over. Contact, just what she was longing for! Pepperfang took to the momentum as her enemy came crashing into her side, and decided to lock with the foe, claws sinking into the she-cat's shoulder blades. The starlight-like warrior continued to roll with Cherryleaf in a ball of hissing fury until, finally, she attempted to use force to her advantage once more. Jaws snapping savagely the entire time, Pepperfang finally attempted to force the WillowClan warrior into the ground with a ferocious pin, aiming to perhaps knock the wind out of her opponent. |
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Post by niftyshark on Sept 8, 2019 21:00:53 GMT -6
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Shrikestar wasn’t moved by Echostar’s taunts. He only had one thing running through his mind, and it was that he couldn’t be exposed. Not here, not now. Death would do a good job of revealing what he wanted to keep hidden.
He would have kept going, to a more remote part of camp, but another AspenClan cat was already waiting. A black and white tom who he didn’t try to remember the name of. Having no choice, he turned towards the enemy warrior and then towards AspenClan’s leader, backing away slowly. “Why are you doing this?” he hissed. “Attacking another clan’s camp? You were never like this. The leadership has gone to your head.” He had to be careful about what he said, but it was hard with how wildly his mind was racing.
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Haywhisker saw Troutleap go down in battle alongside several AspenClan warriors. He could see Beanfallow there, standing rigidly, Flareheart dropped to the ground. He threw off his current opponent and raced over. Beanfallow was off fighting before he could get there in time, so he faced Bayflower and Flareheart. “I’ll stay with her! Go, you’re in the way,” Haywhisker snarled to the medicine cat. What would they do if Bayflower got hurt? It wouldn’t benefit anyone. He didn’t spare a single thought to their fractured relationship, nor a thought that he wasn’t in a position to order Bayflower around. He didn’t care about any of it, though. He would defend Flareheart and Bayflower with his life no matter how heartless he sounded—they were crucial to the future he envisioned.
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As soon as Cherryleaf felt claws in her pelt, she quickly began to wonder if she would be able to hold her own. She was a new warrior after all, and this warrior... seemed ruthless. She kept her own claws locked in the she-cat’s pelt, hissing herself as they rolled together. It took all she had to avoid the bites to her face and neck, and by the time they stopped, the AspenClan warrior was above her. She felt her lungs struggle for air, and with a strangled cry she bucked her hind legs up and tried to rake them across the she-cat’s belly.
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The only thing Yarrowpaw felt was glee. She liked true fighting. It was something that couldn’t be emulated, not even with battle training. It was exhilarating.
She picked her opponents without care. Currently she targeted a tabby tom, and she swiped at him without concern. He seemed clumsy and uncoordinated, and it didn’t take her much effort to dance out of the way of his retaliatory strikes. “You’re making this too easy,” she sneered. Yarrowpaw darted into his personal space and raised her paw up, eager to drive it into his face.
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Post by Warrioress on Sept 10, 2019 17:08:25 GMT -6
AC Echostar felt a feeling of satisfaction and gratitude as Jaggedpeak appeared and prevented Shrikestar from continuing to flee. Her eyes narrowed at his words "so says the leader who can't keep his warriors on their side of the border!" she growled "we found another scent, after I warned you that we would not tolerate them!" she snapped, her claws digging into the ground. She lunged forward, not wishing to wait for his response, aiming for his shoulders and flanks.
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Shadowheart held in the wince as Amberhaze's tongue ran over his wounds, his paws shaking slightly. The calico's cries bringing back memories of his own grief at losing his own children. He nodded at his mate's words "let-t's get him out of camp" he mewed softly, ignoring the white tom that came running at the calico's wails. Their medicine cat with the obvious scent of herbs. Bracing himself for the pain, he crouched down and grabbed Trenchflame's scruff and started towards the camp entrance, his paws stumbling slightly thru the pain.
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Flareheart didn't acknowledge Bayflower, instead focused on Troutleap, her foreclaws dug into her sons fur, keeping his close. She ignored the blood that was now covering her paws and fur, she wouldn't believe that her son was gone.
She was aware of Haywhisker's appearance as he snarled at Bayflower to get out of harms way. She was a bit shocked but not really at the young toms promise that he would defend her, knowing that they had a plan for the future but couldn't bring herself to really care at the moment. "My dear son, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry for what I've done" she whimpered to the quickly cooling body, hoping that Troutleap was finally meeting his father.
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Post by gingerluna on Sept 11, 2019 16:19:05 GMT -6
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Amberhaze nodded in reply to Shadowheart, too dazed to do much else. She didn't know if they were winning, anymore, and she didn't really care. She grabbed ahold of Trenchflame as well, doing her best to carry the fallen warrior, rather than drag his body through the dirt. All she could think of was getting him, and her mate, as far away from the violence as possible.
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Bayflower bristled at Haywhisker's sudden appearance, a rare flash of anger showing in a tightening of his expression. Did the warrior think he was unaware of the risks? He said nothing, looking to Flareheart, who wasn't responding to him. Other cries of pain echoed throughout the clearing, and Bayflower knew he had no time to waste here. "Try to get through to her," he said to Haywhisker. "Don't let her spend too long with..." He couldn't bring himself to say 'the body'. He made eye contact with Haywhisker, ensuring the warrior understood, before darting amongst the outskirts of the battle once more.
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Post by darkwolf45 on Sept 13, 2019 9:26:56 GMT -6
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Jaggedpeak felt a surge of pride at the way Shrikestar seemed to be grasping at straws, looking as cornered as a piece of prey. Still he held back, letting Echostar have him, only making sure the coward couldn't run away.
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Hollowecho had just managed to get away from a small fight with an older tom, his flanks stinging with cuts from the AspenClan warrior's claws. He had just stumbled backward, turning toward the sound of a voice when a sharp pain erupted in his face, a screech erupting from him as he felt the white hot pain rip through his right eye.
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Post by gingerluna on Oct 13, 2019 22:42:35 GMT -6
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Bayflower's attention was caught by the tumbling forms of Echostar and Shrikestar, locked in battle. Frustration sprung in his chest, and against his better judgement, he sprinted towards them.
"Stop this!" he shrieked. "It was me, Echostar! I crossed your border! Now one of your warriors is dead!" His tail flicked back and forth behind him as he spoke, fury and despair seizing all semblance of his self-control. He dug his claws into the earth, and bowed his head. He should be the one dead, not Troutleap. It wasn't fair.
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Post by Warrioress on Oct 16, 2019 20:44:26 GMT -6
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Echostar at first ignored the sound of someone screaming at both her and Shrikestar, until they mentioned a death. She jumped back away from Shrikestar and turned her burning gaze on who she now recognized as Bayflower, the willowclan medicine cat. Her muzzle twitched as she registered his words regarding the border "there were two scents, one before and one after the gathering." she growled at him to drive home her point before her gaze was scanning the clearing and landing on Shadowheart and Amberhaze making their way towards the camp entrance, Trenchflame being carried between them.
Breath being inhaled and exhaled slowly, she turned her gaze towards Shrikestar once more "stay on your side of the border, this is a final statement!" she snarled at him before throwing her head back "Aspenclan! We are leaving! NOW!" Watching as cats seemed to stumbled and falter at the announcement. Her gaze snagged on her deputy "Pepperfang, lead them home!"
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Post by niftyshark on Oct 22, 2019 9:31:01 GMT -6
As soon as the battle started, it ended. Bayflower was there, shouting, and Echostar actually stopped. He watched as the AspenClan leader made a fierce retort, and then turned to leave. Shrikestar could do nothing but stand there and watch as the enemy clan streamed out of their camp. Dark feelings whirled under the surface of his skin, and he knew he was a failure. What was worse, he was almost certain his clan would agree with that sentiment. He wasn’t meant to be leader, and nothing proved it more. His gaze traveled slowly over the damaged camp walls, the injured, and Troutleap dead on the ground. This was all his fault, and part of him wondered if this was StarClan’s way of punishing him. He knew all he could do now was move forward, but he wasn’t sure how anymore.
(fin)
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