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Attack!
Apr 11, 2009 10:01:03 GMT -5
Post by Destiny on Apr 11, 2009 10:01:03 GMT -5
The dark enveloped all. The moon was hidden behind clouds, and a glance upward would verify that it would be for a few minutes. Which is all the he needed.
The only sound, the sound of the current lapping. Sometimes it was out, and the splashing often seemed desperate but through fear, most did not make a sound.
When the group was large enough, a silver tom yowled, a horrific sound, harsh against the peace. The peace, now shattered.
Scrabbling from the leader's den and Dawnstar erupted from it, not even pausing to yowl for her Clan to rally, instead doing it as she flew at the nearest rogue. She ripped into him, feeling fur snag under her claws, feeling the blood run, and still she refused to let go until he screamed and kicked her off, before retreating.
Suddenly, she was knocked head over paws as a huge tom loomed over her. "Easier than I thought." he sneered, obviously thinking that it was all over. However, there was more than that in the ol' she-cat! As he leaned to bury his teeth in her throat, she rolled and kicked out with her forepaws, punching him in the soft flesh of his neck. He reeled back and roared and she sprang to her paws as two bolts hit him from the side.
Dejectedpaw and Daypaw had knocked him and he growled, but more in fury than pain. With a wink at Dawnstar, Daypaw whipped off with Dejectedpaw in tow, leading the rogue leader on a merry chase before losing him, allowing the rest of the Clan the chance to fight with as many rogues as possible.
"Where'd he go?" Daypaw panted, adrenalin pumping through her veins and making her stand on tip-toe, ready to spring. "I dunno..." Dejectedpaw meowed somberly, stormy eyes meeting hers. "But you can bet it's not good we lost him."
The she-cat shrugged and leapt back into the battle. True, Renegade was a force to be reckoned with, but it wasn't worth the two apprentices getting themselves killed, was it? He would have just gone on and attacked others anyway. There was nothing the two could do, other than honour their Clan by fighting to the end.
Dawnstar had wasted no time in leaping back into the fray.
Neither had Renegade...
((I know that was crap. Deal with it. Anyway, the fight is on! The rogues get driven off here. But let's keep it going for a while. Make it worth the wait!))
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Apr 11, 2009 10:21:12 GMT -5
Post by » Sacrifice on Apr 11, 2009 10:21:12 GMT -5
Wasting no time, as when he had first heard those dreaded snarls echoing, the time he had known, and been in the dark for so long, had finally come. The final battle was here, and Cresent could not be allowed to fall! Let us show them that they are messing with the wrong cats, that Renegade will not be allowed here, nor any of his band! "Lets go CresentClan! Fight for what your worth!" The tom yowled, somehow getting his usually soft voice over the roar of battle. And now, it was his time to join in what could not have been stopped.
The silver Darkangel snarled, ears pulled back, ivory fangs gleaming as he joined the fight, only watching who he was hitting, so not to hurt his own clan mates. For the moment, he would focus only on Renegade's sidekicks, but some time, he knew from the pit of his being, that Renegade would finally dance the the battle dance as well, just with nobody he had ever expected. How exactly this was known to the tom, was something that even he couldn't figure out, and something he didn't puzzle over for too long. There were rogues waiting. This was a different Darkangel though, then what others had seen before. Gone was the quiet peace he seemed to bring, the deadly when angered, yet somehow all the while soft voice. Gone was what you would have expected from the silver tom. Now, he was like a complete opposite cat, one that was going to shred any rogues that he happened to come across. Just when he needed the personality change.
Nodding at Dawnstar as he passed, Darkangle lunged at his first rogue, hissing and driving his claws deep into the flesh of the other cat, hitting rapidly, and hitting hard. [/size]
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Apr 11, 2009 11:54:14 GMT -5
Post by Marrowbone on Apr 11, 2009 11:54:14 GMT -5
As the paws thundered and the cats began to screech, one stopped at the entrance to camp, black fur dripping from the swim. He looked behind him, catching the gleam of the moon off the river. A dozen of their cats had fallen behind on the way, likely another blow to even the Rogues from the blasted sickness. Shrugging it off, Richages charged into the fray.
Someone else sat in the ferns around camp, shaking the water out of his fur. It was great how water repellent his fur was, it always made this dim-witted Clan think that he had come across without getting wet. He had come alone this time. Why was he here? To keep an eye on things, lest these morons not act things out according to plan. Plus the actual fight was rare, might as well take the chance to exercise. Creeping out to the edge of the ferns, his eyes followed the cats as they rushed by. Then one passed by his hiding place, the right one. The Clan cat wouldn't know what hit him, as something impacted his belly. Yowling in pain the attacked cat reared, throwing off the rogue that he had been grappling with. Below him was a familiar troublesome yellow cat, who had clutched in his mouth a short piece of wood, the other end of which was lodged in the Clan cat's stomach, spouting blood. Clopar froze as the Clan cat looked at him, as did the Clanner. The Clanner moved again, finally reacting and bringing down his paws at the Circuit's head. But Clopar was faster, and at a surprised gurgle from the Clanner he pulled up his head, the stick in his mouth splitting the skin up the Clan cat's belly, making a rather gory scene as the cat dropped on the ground dead, nerves still making blood flow and the muscles twitch. Clopar didn't even glance back at the dead cat, as the blood dripped from his muzzle and had successfully made him look very red. At the end of the stick in his mouth was a curved piece of metal, likely an instrument he had found laying about an old farm. But with proper maneuvering it made a fantastic weapon.
Meccapaw bristled at the entrance to the Medicine Cat clearing, fur fluffed, red eyes glowing and teeth bared in a full-out snarl. Any Rogue that came towards him would feel his thick claws in their eyes. He may be a Medicine Cat apprentice, but his true passion was still fighting, bad back or not. Looking around his blood boiled even further, his siblings and other young cats paying for the adult's problems. If the older cats had stopped lazing about this never would have happened. Everything was always the adults' fault, and they were too proud to admit it.
((Baaaad post that doesn't flow right TT.TT And look, Clopar pulled a Kurojaki! Hahaha. No he's not going on a killing spree. 15 Dest, 15 Sacri.))))
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Apr 11, 2009 15:28:27 GMT -5
Post by *Sinister*Dreams* on Apr 11, 2009 15:28:27 GMT -5
A wild, derranged yowl snarled from beyond camp, a golden leader, a single fury, and a whole clan of rage flowing into CrescentClan. Goldstar's wild cry echoed the clearing as he sprang across the water, eyes locked on the enemy. Rogue's filtered left and right, eyes glazing in hate and brimming with loyalty to their wronged leader.
"PewterClan, attack!"
He said, running over to the nearest cat he could find and sinking his teeth into his scruff. Too long had he been away from home, long enough it could make most cats mad. His rage and fury bolted from his viens, shocking the cat he attacked like knives.
"Never. Mess. With. PewterClan."
His cold words sent shivers down Jailbreak's spine, as the two locked into combat, the latter hissing and writhing under the massive tom's weight. Goldstar disposed of him easily, slamming Jailbreak once into a tree, the silver tom bloodied from the shoulder. With a gust of anger and hate, Jailbreak reached out, clawing at the leaders leg. Goldstar gave a grunt and heaved the rogue into the water. Satisfied as the cat was pushed away from camp, still alive, the golden cat turned back to face the battle.
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Cannonecho, alone in his den, took one deep breath. This was it. It was time he hurt the cat who drove his sister to fear one final time. Renegade would fall. Cannonecho dove out of the warriors den and into the mob, young Destroyedpaw coming out hot on his heels. If only Nighthawk were around to see this day, for it would be glorious in CrescentClan. The two dove into battle, eyes glinting the madness of battle.
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Apr 11, 2009 15:47:59 GMT -5
Post by yellow on Apr 11, 2009 15:47:59 GMT -5
(( Baad, Clopar. ))
A blonde she-cat leaped right into the battle. She charged straight at Darkangel and leaped onto his back. And clawed as hard as he could. "You're gonna lose this one, clanner. You're outnumbed. And you will-" She was cut off with a screech. Toph had stayed in the camp to help CresentClan. She porposely barreled into the cat. "Oh, this kitty wanna die dosen't she? Well i'll give you something to cry about!" She leaped at Toph. Toph just stepped aside and raked the cats back. The she-cat yowled. The cat pertended to be dead. Toph knew she was and just left her alone. The cat writhed in pain. She slowly got up and fell back down. Toph saw Clopar leaving the dead clancat. She tensed in anger and leaped at Clopar and tried to bite him to death. She knew that she was betraying every circuit by attacking him. But she didn't care, she was a rebel from the start. She had kits with a DuskClan cat, didn't want to tease the clancats starting with CresentClan and now, all of evil would break loose. "So much for peace!" She hissed is his ear. She tried hard to rake his back.
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Attack!
Apr 11, 2009 16:50:11 GMT -5
Post by Marrowbone on Apr 11, 2009 16:50:11 GMT -5
((15 Dream, 5 Moss. ))
"What are you doing?" Freezing as Toph rushed over, Clopar didn't so much as flinch as she jumped at him and tried to bite and scratch. He just lowered his eye lids, raised his eyebrows and glanced at her with a 'Whut?' expression. With a twitch of the nose, a stifled yawn behind the scythe he carried in his mouth, and a shake of the tail, he rolled over, thus deflecting the small she-cat. "Yes, so much for it. You nimrod, you can't smell that?" He hopped up and looked back at the cat he had killed. To any other cat the smell would be nonexistent, to another Circuit they'd only get a trace, but to Clopar the smell on the dead cat was glaringly obvious and horrible, the smell of rotting before being dead. "That one had the sickness." A rogue veered away from the thrall and headed towards them, ears back and teeth in snarl. But had a rude surprise as Clopar's scythe imbedded itself in his neck. Calmly walking over to the collapsed and twitching rogue, he yanked out the weapon and poked the body, meowing, "That one, too."
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Attack!
Apr 11, 2009 20:09:15 GMT -5
Post by yellow on Apr 11, 2009 20:09:15 GMT -5
Toph backed off. "What?" She sniffed. "Oh, oops. Excuse me." She backed away. The blonde she-cat was still on the ground writhing in pain. "Wuold you like me to dipose of you to ease your pain?" Toph sat by the cat. "Oh, please no. Spare me, so I might live." The she-cat mumbled. "Might you help me up?" The she-cat asked quietly. "Just stay there and get some rest." Toph licked the cats ear gently. She then turned to a gray tom with- oh crap! Starry-blue eyes! She moved out of the way quickly. He turned and pinned her. "Riverwing!" She yowled as he was about to dispatch her. "It's me!" Riverwing stopped short of her neck. He let her up. "Toph? What are you-" They both were pounced on by rouges. "I wish these were better circumstances!" Toph hissed as she clawed the cats belly. "Might I suggest you use your power?" Riverwing meowed. "Great!" She gazed at them and they both froze Riverwing and Toph flung them into the river which it quickly wore off. They jumped back into the fray.
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Attack!
Apr 11, 2009 20:53:15 GMT -5
Post by » Sacrifice on Apr 11, 2009 20:53:15 GMT -5
From the darkness, a soft chuckle erupted. It seemed to come from nowhere, that is, until a large tom seemed to just appear. He was an odd looking cat, that much was obvious. His pelt was a blend of browns, tans, whites, blacks, and all the colors inbetween. In fact, as his masked face scanned over the cats below him, who were fighting a loosing battle, he looked a lot like a black footed ferret. Only, with a few differences. The biggest was the fact he wore a Celtic Band around his leg, the silver metal engraved with various patterns gleaming slightly. It would not fully protect him from physical harm, but it wouldn't let those Circuit's get into his mind, no matter what they threw at him. Sharp, deep brown, almost black eyes narrowing dangerously, he watched as the Circuits joined the battle, well, at least two of them. The yellow one, he couldn't figure that one out as he was killing clan and rogue, but the two tortishells were obviously the ones that needed to be killed. He would let someone else deal with them, unless they challenged him of course.
Like a phantom, the tom moved through the brush of CresentClan, paws hardly making a sound, not to mention the fact any sound wouldn't have been heard over the yowling and frenzy of battle. Already it was as if the ground was bleeding red, bodies lay scattered, snarls forever frozen on their faces. He saw none that he knew, but several that he did battling the clanners, and seemingly winning. Would this victory be as easy as with PewterClan? He doubted it, but hey, there always was that chance.
Entering the battle, Dageus felt everything, his nerves, his senses, soar, vision sharpening. Oh yes, this was the power that he had always locked up, and now, it was time to tango.
After all, one must remember that it takes two to tango. Whirling, Dageus let his ivory claws slash into the first cat he saw that was not a rogue, clan cat or not. It wasn't the strange yellow one, his sharpened senses told him, but aside from that, he had no clue who he was fighting, only he hoped that it wasn't a coward, calling on another cat to fight with them in fear of the large tom, his black paws and ivory claws meeting flesh wherever he turned.
An opponent like this, was not one to be underestimated, or reckoned with. Be wary.
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Attack!
Apr 11, 2009 21:09:30 GMT -5
Post by Marrowbone on Apr 11, 2009 21:09:30 GMT -5
((Wait, HOW can Toph do that? Circuits can't have powers like that. ))
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Attack!
Apr 13, 2009 8:55:20 GMT -5
Post by Destiny on Apr 13, 2009 8:55:20 GMT -5
Daypaw and Dejectedpaw stood back to back, surrounded by hostile cats. As one lunged, Daypaw dodged while Dejectedpaw swiped, delayed with exhaustion. The rogue easily batted the young tom's paw away and lashed out, catching the stormy gray CrescentClanner and sending him rolling away to rest at the paws of another rogue. Daypaw was sent flying off a kick from a monsterous tom and rolled to a stop beside Dejectedpaw. "Looks like it's the end..." she murmured, meeting his cold, gray gaze. He nodded once, his expression no more upset than it ever was - there was a reason he was named so. "At least we died defending the Clan." he replied, striking out with his teeth to a rogue which had gotten too close. The little tom tried to stand, but he had sustained a wound to his rear leg, cutting across the joint, and as he lay it had stiffened. It would take a few moments to rise from the ground; a few moments he did not have. He sighed in despair, and, determined her friend would not die unable to do anything, Daypaw yowled and sprang, latching onto the face of the monsterous tom and clawing as much as she could do. Dejectedpaw struggled to his paws and bit a small she-rogue who was about to rip Daypaw from her position. Daypaw dropped off from her own accord and was immediately thrown by the tom, his face bloody. As he lunged for the killing bite, he staggered, hit from both sides and behind at once. Taking the momentary respite, Dawnstar leapt from where she had hit him, along with Forgedpaw, Divinepaw and Falteringpaw, and confronted him. He yowled in fury and charged at her, with the she-cat easily dodging and pushing him away and down. "Leave!" she yowled, standing above him. "Never." he spat in return, twisting and knocking the leader down in one movement, striving to get a clean bite to the throat. Dawnstar writhed and ducked her head, protecting herself and bringing her jaws under his guard at the same time. Seizing her chance, she lunged and clamped down on his throat, feeling the blood seep down her jaw to run down her own throat. The rogue gurgled and writhed and still she held on, cutting off his air at the same time. Finally, when he lay still for the final time, she let go and stood, turning to face Dejectedpaw, who was raising himself off the ground with difficulty. She gave him the once-over, then, satisfied his injuries weren't life-threatening and that he could continue to fight without too much trouble, she grunted "An eye for an eye." and leapt away to rejoin the fray. Forgedpaw, Divinepaw and Falteringpaw rejoined their sister. Destiniespaw was completely immaculate, no blood staining her fur at all. Silently agreeing, the four turned their attention to the gawping rogues, still with Daypaw, flopped weakly in the center. All but one of the rogues scattered, running from the five apprentices, to pick on weaker targets. Fired up, Falteringpaw yowled and leapt, clinging onto the rogue's shoulder and raking with his hind claws, hanging on with grim determination as the rogue writhed, trying to get him off. Destiniespaw leapt. Falteringpaw screeched as needle-sharp claws raked him, and released the grip on the rogue, landing on his back and having the breath knocked out of him. Destiniespaw prepared for the killing blow. "Traitor!" Not Falteringpaw, not Daypaw, not even Forgedpaw. The "mute" Divinepaw had yowled at her sister, causing her to pause and grin. Destiniespaw had opened her mouth to speak, to gloat, but already Divinepaw was on top of her, pummeling and clawing, all the while growling and screeching wordlessly. Forgedpaw hesitated, before deciding to trust his sister to be able to take care of the evil one. He leapt on the rogue and attacked, Daypaw and the injured Falteringpaw joining him to drive the rogue off. Divinepaw and the traitorous Destiniespaw rolled, lashing out with tooth and claw, causing Clan-cat and rogue alike to leap out the way.
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Apr 13, 2009 16:36:53 GMT -5
Post by yellow on Apr 13, 2009 16:36:53 GMT -5
(( Maggic..... ))
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Apr 13, 2009 21:51:45 GMT -5
Post by Marrowbone on Apr 13, 2009 21:51:45 GMT -5
((They don't USE magic. =Head desk head desk head desk= I said repeatedly when I fisrt made the Circuit that their powers have to be readily explained.
Except for Clopar's.
Because he pwns. ))
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Attack!
Apr 14, 2009 6:16:49 GMT -5
Post by Destiny on Apr 14, 2009 6:16:49 GMT -5
((Toph's Bio:
GENERAL - Name: Toph Age: 21 moons Gender: she-cat Pelt Color: tortiseshell Eyes: green SOCIAL STATUS- Rank: circuit board Apprentice: none Mate: none Other: Has a small golden earring on her right ear. (( XD Cool)) Power: hunting!!!! very good hunting!!!
Okay, can we get on with the battle now? *is grumpy* ))
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Attack!
Apr 14, 2009 15:13:34 GMT -5
Post by ~XxLone*WolfxX~ on Apr 14, 2009 15:13:34 GMT -5
((Mosswater, I didn't understand your post one bit. O.o But yes. Let us return to the battle! XD))
Battles. War. Rogues. All those words seem to just work together don't they?
Polarlight fell down on a rogue practically ripping his ears off. She then proceeded to sink her fangs into the toms shoulder. Her sister Sandriddle was staring down another rogue a few paces away. They were doing a bit of a Texas outlaw stare down thing. If anyone had been watching they may have laughed. Although this battle was no laughing matter. The silver she-cat whipped around as she was hit by another rogue. Things with the battle seemed to be going up and down. Who was winning? Was anyone ahead? Everything seemed fairly even. The rogues could be slightly out matched what with some of the Circuits here. But still that didn't seem to matter. The dirty rogues were still throwing claws and teeth here and there.
Killing, ripping, biting. More words that went together well.
Dustpaw was posed in front of a small she-cat. A rogue. His fighting skills were different then his mothers. But right now they were staring at each other. The clan cat and the rogue. They were both waiting for the other to strike first. Both thought whoever struck first was the weakest. Or so Dustpaw thought that's how the she-cat was thinking. That's how he was thinking. She struck first. It was fast but he dodged most of it only to get a bit of fur skinned off his shoulder. He thrashed forward with his right paw only to whip around and hit her with his left catching her neck with his claws. She yelped and the battle went on.
Death. Pain. Insanity. More words that match perhaps?
Sandriddle stared the tom down. He looked a bit afraid actually. He was looking smaller then her. Since she had her fur fluffed out to make herself look bigger. It was working. The next thing she knew it he lept forward. She met him up on her hind legs clawing out fur and catching skin. He gave her a nasty claw mark on her shoulder before she kicked up and pinned him giving him a hard bite on the neck before letting him go.
((Mwhahahaha... Random fight scenes with no name cats. They are so fun. x3 Feel free to kill Polarlight. But give her a chance to go out with a bang. XD))
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Attack!
Apr 14, 2009 17:02:47 GMT -5
Post by » Sacrifice on Apr 14, 2009 17:02:47 GMT -5
Oh, there was his chance. One of the cats was distracted by another rogue, and he was right behind her. The large tom had walked silently around, nearly unseen by the other cats, only the ones who were fighting had really seen him, and it wasn't as if they could just stop to fight him. How he loved the chaos of a battle, when nobody could deal with a lone rogue who was just watching everything in his manner, which was rather meanancing. He had always been a large cat, and strong at that.
Whirling with silence and speed, the large tom leapt on top of the clan cat, digging his ivory hooked claws deep into her back and shoulder, band gleaming slightly in the light, deep colored eyes narrowed, lips drawn back in a half snarl, fangs obviously sharp, even in the dim light that was provided for this battle. His strange coloring was something that had always set him apart, his name being odd as well. Dageus was not upset with anything, but as he had seen this cat so open, having not even heard him, it had been too much for him to resist. Of course, he would give her a chance, make it look like he was fighting hard, before ending it all for her. But, he would give her a chance. Make her feel special.
"Hello, clanner." He murmered, voice soft and alluring. Just because he was in battle didn't mean he couldn't be the half flirt he usually was. It all depended upon his mood really, how he acted. And right now, this strange marked tom was in a great mood...
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