Four-Clan Battle

[Kiddo [le pwnsome]]

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This board is essentially an enormous four-way battle. There isn't a particular reason for it, only that I'm bored and want to roleplay quick and dangerous action.

So just join as any of your cats, and start fighting.

[Kiddo [le pwnsome]]

Nightstorm hissed, tail lashing back and forth, blood thundering in his ears, blocking out much of the surrounding sounds. His claws pricked the ground as he stared into the face of an enemy warrior. Adreniline(spelling fail) pounded through him, destroying his common sense, leaving only instinct and rage behind.

He could not tell what has happening all around him, his attention was focused on a single point, the blazing eyes of his enemy. He knew not which clan he was in, only that he was different from himself, a stranger.

His muscles tensed even further, driving bolts of intense expectation through his quivering body. Streamclan was still, pausing on the lip of the hollow, waiting for the signal to attack. All below was writhing claws, tails and backs. Yowls split the still air, cries of pain and triumph. He dug his claws in, impatience building inside him.

Then he saw, out of the corner of his eyes, a flick of the tail, a tensing, cats springing forward. And he charged, straight into the fray.

[Pie]

Bearclaw lashed his tail once his large paws met the earth. Blood trickled from his shoulder, but didn't cause any discomfort. His anger was engulfing his mind and he began to feel himself slip. Separating himself from the fray was a good idea at this point.

His breaths were ragged and uncontrolled. Fur sticking all over the place he knew MeadowClan needed him. Lunging back into the mass of screaming cats, Bearclaw bumped a black cat. The tom's scent wretched with StreamClan. Instinctively, the redish-brown tom lashed a massive paw toward the enemy. He didn't know if contact would be made, but he sure as hell hoped. [/color]

[kimmehh]

It was a battle for all four Clans. Yowls and furious hisses split the cold silence in the air; claws thrashed and blood was spilled.

One cat fought like he hadn't before; for himself, for FogClan. For respect. His black and white coat was stained with the blood of his enemies and, of course, his own blood which still flowed from a deep wound in his left hind leg. There was also a thin scratch above his piercing golden eye.

But despite these wounds the tom still fought with such passion that he seemed almost untouched. His teeth bared together with frustration as a claw scratched down his shoulder, but he fought back his enemy blindly, not knowing who they were. His long fur ruffled in the steady breeze as Ravenclaw attacked any cat.

Eyes fell upon random warriors who weren't of FogClan and instantly Ravenclaw was upon them, hissing and scratching.

(fail.)

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[Nightfall]

Nightpaw yowled with terror as she dodged past a huge warrior, nearly getting killed in the process. She slashed at a incoming PineClan warrior and ran under his legs, searching for her brother.

She found him, fighting off a huge StreamClan warrior alone. She yowled and jumped on the warrior's back and held on.

"Stop! You're gonna get yourself killed!" Her brother yowled, but over all the fighting, she didn't hear him. The warrior flung her off his back, and when she hit the ground, everything went black.

(Super fail.)

[Kiddo [le pwnsome]]

Nightstorm ducked the flailing limb, but felt the claws graze his face, just above his eyes. He snarled, shaking the scarlet drops out of his eyes. That wasn't going to help as the battle wore on. He tried to leap to the left, to attack from the side, but the pressing throng of cats was too great, there was barely enough room to move.

He raised a paw, claws dripping with his own blood, and slashed at the cat's face.
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Sorrelpaw growled with anger, then hissed in pain as her side was clawed by a Meadowclan warrior. Blood spilled from the wound and she shrank back, curling to protect the now exquisitely painful area. From her new vantage point below the bellies of the battling felines, she saw pools of blood, fleeing feet, fallen warriors. She yowled, throwing herself once more into battle, hoping against hope, against the victory of the other clans.

[Pie]

Bearlclaw felt the easy slice of skin as he claws met some sort of contact. Hissing he moved back in the slightest to receive a good slice to his nose. Yowling in pain, the big brute hurled forward, paws stretched out.

His mind was releasing all he pent up anger, denial, fear and sorrow in his life. No matter how long it went, how long he had to process it, Bearclaw hid his emotions till battle time.

Lucky for him it paid off, sadly for most opponents it didn't. Teeth barred, he opened his jowls to reveal sharp fangs. If his landing on the cat didn't prevail, then his fangs would hopefully do something. [/color]

[kimmehh]

The heat of battle was up. Ravenclaw locked himself in battle with one warrior and then left them, moving on to the next, leaving the previous warrior always half-surprised. He would return, of course. But this was perhaps a new strategy; and it seemed to be working. Cats were easily getting confused.

One cat caught his eye -- an apprentice. Edging closer, Ravenclaw caught the scent of PineClan. Perhaps this would be an easy target for him.

In swift movement, the black-and-white FogClan warrior lunged forward, straight for Sorrelpaw. His claws unsheathed and waited to meet the she-cat's fur.

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The yowls of fury and challenge rang through her ears, making her half-dazed. Attacking any cat that came to face her, the little tortoiseshell hissed and growled, claws lashing out and flashing in the daylight as they raked her enemies' fur.

Dapplestorm watched the warrior she had been facing flee, ragged and bleeding. She wasn't a great deal better. The MeadowClan warrior had several wounds on her usually-clean short coat, but her deep pale green eyes still burned with the defiant light of battle. With a menacing growl the she-cat staggered back in, glancing around for someone to attack next.

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[Nightfall]

Darkpaw evaded the attack of the warrior and stepped back to stand by the fallen form of his sister. He began swiping at the warrior's face, nose, anything to let out his anger. Had this warrior killed his sister?

The warrior(What's his name?) slashed at Darkpaw's face in return, and blood filled Darkpaw's vision. Momentarily blinded, He staggered back, only to feel teeth at his neck. He closed his eyes. 'Is this how I'm going to die?' He thought.

He had never thought about his death. He waited for death to come.

[Kiddo [le pwnsome]]

Nightstorm yowled in agony as he was flattened to the ground, the scent of blood filling his nostrils. Fangs plunged into his back and he flailed, struggling to dislodge his enemy. No luck, he couldn't move, the larger cat pinned him down. He tried to claw the brown mass above, but only managed to scrape the skin. He squirmed, anger flaring in him. No! He would not be defeated!

The fangs dug in harder, and now he could feel his strength beginning to ebb as his blood spilled onto the grass.

No...he thought feebly, no...

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Sorrelpaw screeched as claws met her back. She fell to her face, and saw a large black and white blurr soar over her. The claws were deep in her skin, and she was dragged along, flipped onto her back.

Excrutiatingly aware of how defensless she was, she struggled to her feet as the claws left her. She crouched, ready for the attack.