PowerClans: The Rise of DarkClan

[FairyoftheFlames]

((I was waiting for someone else to post, but, whatever. I guess I'll give Tink a reminder. Weren't you going to find a way to end this battle, so that we all can get on with our multiple characters that are all sleeping now?))

Battle

Blackfrost hissed, falling off of Emberclaw with a thud. She felt dizzy as she saw red start to stain her fur. She wanted to leave, she really did. Let this stupid tom battle another one of her fellow minions. But the presence of Icestar, egging her on wouldn't allow that. She considered herself lucky to even have mild say in her own thoughts. "Well, you're some lousy tom, so I won't let myself get destroyed by you either." It was probably going to be a fight to the death, unless somehow this battle would stop. She jumped at Emberclaw her claws unsheathed. One winner, one loser. And she was almost certain she would lose.

((Gah, I couldn't do anything there...))

[Taylor☆Gang]

((BATTLE ENDS TOMARROW?! Well, it HAS been going on for awhile now...))

Battle!

IceClan: Winterfur hung her head low. Her Clanmate was right...What she had done was wrong. She leaped away from Dapplepelt and next to Skystar. She looked at the DarClan she-cat (Tigerstrike) and claw her face. She leaped ontop of her, and dug her claws into the she-cat's (Tigerstrike) fur.

DarkClan: Shadowfang panted, her gaze meeting Nightfall's. She looked into his eyes, seeing persitance in his deep(color?)eyes. She leaped on him and swung at his head. Icestar! I can't keep this up much longer! Make this Battle end! She thought, batting Nightfall's muzzle.

((Umm, does Nightfall have a mate? I have a short case of WB. ))

[Africa.]

(Tink: Featherpaw and Ravenpaw are both hidden already And Ravenkit hid Melodykit ^^ Ah, kitten love Well, love for him at least
Shadow: Er, sorry, but I really dont think Darkclan cats would want mates, no matter what clan their in... And wouldn't Icestar tap into her thoughts and find out...?)

|Starclan|
Nightscar closed his eyes, curling around his little sister. "I love you sis" he murmured in her ear, finally realising for the first time that that was the first time he had ever spoken those words to anyone through his entire, empty life. Silently he gave a sigh to himself as the memories of wishing for a mate wisped through his mind. But it was too late for that now, all because of his decision. (UGH! WB D: )

[willowsong12]

((Back from babysitting!))
Battle
Emberclaw hissed angrily and as she leapt toward him he jumped back trying to dodge her. He felt something hit his nose and realized a claw had actually caught his nose and made a small scratch. Shaking his head a few blood drops from his nose hit the ground but the pain only made him angrier. "If you continue to fight me you won't be able to live another die! Don't you know when to give up?" Emberclaw asked as he puffed his fur out and arched his back preparing to counterattack if she made a move. "Or are you so proud that you can't admit defeat?"

[major tom]

((I don't see much difference, anyway. . . Also, just because you might turn eleven soon doesn't change the fact that you are only ten years old. Haha, did you know that I can go to a mod any time I want and tell them that you are not legally allowed to give out information of yourself over the Internet; you would not be able to post in the forums for three years since you are not yet thirteen. It's called COPPA. n.n Fun, hm? And yes, Fairy, I do know her name. Before she left for your family reunion, we exchanged e-mail addresses. . . It's not a big deal. . . And Tink, you should definitely read it! The books are amazing, and I think you'd like them very much; they are very inspirational as well, and very well-written with an epic plot. :3 And now, to the far-too-procrastinated posts, since I actually have a bit of time for once.))

Battle

Patchkit jolted in alarm when the safe haven of his mother's warmth left him. He had been peacefully nestled among his siblings, his barely formed mind resting. His entire world, even though he had only existed within it for less then a day, consisted of the constant comforting warmth emanating from the nurturing body of his mother as well as his littermates' slumbering forms alongside him. He did not dream, simply slept without a single interference as the first few hours of his hopefully long life slipped by. The tiny tom-kit was not aware of single a moment of his future, nor was he knowledgeable of what was to occur in the course of only a few heartbeats. A tranquil, gleeful purr emitted softly from Patchkit's throat, barely audible yet filled with the undisturbed joy he was experiencing. The hearts of his family around him beat in unison, all of their chests rising and falling in tune. Although the tabby-and-white cat wasn't yet old enough to be conscious of the desire he wanted this moment to last forever. . .
Suddenly, the warmth that had been his whole life vanished, its radiating heat flitting from his side. To Patchkit it felt as though everything he knew was seeping from his existence, fading away into the shadows he couldn't see. He cried out in alarm, the shock of his mother's abrupt departure sending him into a frightened state of consciousness. The minute sound was possibly unheard by anyone, for it was swallowed into the night without an answer. His immature heart racing at rapidly accelerating speeds, he did the only thing he could; his nose lifted into the air and he gave it a sniff, desperately searching for his mother's already familiar scent. Instead, a jumbled mixture of confusing scents greeted him and flooded his sensitive nostrils, overwhelming him. With a small squeak of surprised disorientation, he tried again to no avail. Terror-stricken, the young tom-kit attempted to lurch forward in fear and pursuit of the warmth and comforting presence of Petalsong that he yearned for only to stumble to the soft, mossy ground of the nursery. Patchkit started trembling, utterly frightened of his situation when a gut-wrenching sensation pounded throughout his minuscule body, caused by an mysterious veil of combat, death, and darkness that was foreign to him. He detested this obscure, unexplained feeling but was unable to do anything but to cower petrified in a fetal position on the ground, completely powerless to the fate that would soon befall him, oblivious to the bloody slaughter that had just commenced.
He was quickly sentient of multiple beings hastily entering his birthplace, causing his muscles to bunch up and a fresh wave of fearful tremors to ripple down his spine. What were they going to do to him? The vibrations of what could only be fighting pulsed in his bones, although this was the only way he was aware of the vicious battle. Patchkit was blind to the swiftly moving forms shedding blood and conceiving anger; he could not hear the rage-filled screeches and yowls of agony echoing in the nursery that had been his safe haven, his former shelter of cherished serenity.
Before he knew it, a warm body was looming over his own. A living cat who formed a protected place to take refuge and seek out his previous world of peaceful happiness once again. He couldn't be more wrong. Too relieved to take notice of the stranger's scent that was tainted by blood, Patchkit was overcome with shock and agony when pain exploded in his right eye. Almost immediately after that his assailant was gone, the heat of her body slipping from his pelt just as his mother's had. But he was too preoccupied with the agony bearing down hard on him, reverberating throughout his body, far too much suffering for a kit as newborn as he. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced before, and so painful he couldn't stand it. The torment was overwhelming his mind, quivering in his limbs, consuming his very existence. He was oblivious to anything else that was happening, too absorbed in screaming the ear-splitting screech that would make the shoulders of the bravest warriors shudder. His cry sliced eerily through the night, disrupted and heartbreaking. Every horrible throb of agony was being channeled into his woeful howl so the world could know his pain.
Patchkit's shrill shriek was briefly interrupted when a pair of powerful but gentle jaws fastened in his scruff; he resumed and continued it for as long as he could before it was cut off due to his weight shifting to his throat as he dangled from the blood-stained fangs of his savior. His breaths were jagged and rushed while the kit gasped for air and attempted to regain his so-called composure. In next to no time at all after a quick, careful journey out of the nursery to a new and unknown location where the tension wasn't so great, his paws touched ground again, and he shrank closer to it in a pitiful, shivering huddle. The bizarre perception of fresh air ruffling his downy coat raised the hairs along his spine, but he barely noticed the sensation over the apprehension of agony shattering his mind. Patchkit dug his miniature claws into the ground, clutching at it urgently so he had something to cling to in this dark dimension of anguish. Why did he have to experience such horrid torture? What had he done to deserve it? The tabby-and-white tom-kit's inquiries faded away with nary an answer for him to grasp. His pelt was slick with blood; the crimson liquid was the only scent he could distinguish, and he was nearly positive most of it was his own. He was losing blood fast, not to mention life itself. A scarlet wave of nausea and dizziness made his head spin and his tormented thoughts flickered slightly. It would be a miracle if he could survive his possibly fatal wound, for the extremely short course of his life was already beginning to fade away, the greedy tongues of death licking at his paws promising for the torture to vanish as well as everything else.
((Ack, have to cut this post short due to lack of time again. I may edit it tomorrow; at least it's a decent length. Not too shabby, eh? Also, this was my first time writing in paragraphs, and I'm not sure how it will turn out in the future. How is my last post? I would appreciate some constructional criticism and feedback, since writing in that format is unfamiliar to me. Also, Fairy, I am so sorry I couldn't write Dappleclaw's post; I will the next time I find the opportunity as soon as I can! ;A;))

[FairyoftheFlames]

((That was tragic, Rose. Poor Patchkit... I have a hard time killing off kits... I have a hard time killing off any of my charries, actually.))

Battle

"You don't get it," Blackfrost said, panting. "Icestar won't let us leave. She makes us do things, and will force us to fight to our deaths. It's impossible for me to stop until I die. So you might as well find a way to make me black out and not kill me, so that I can live another day." She felt belittled by that she couldn't choose, and that everything she had ever cared about slipped away from her. She only could remember that she had a sister once, and even forgot her name. It was atrocious. She felt Icestar's tugging at her mind, and sunk her claws in, trying to fight it. But there was no fighting the will of Icestar. Blackfrost lashed at Emberclaw, without wanting to.

Dapplepelt couldn't believe what Winterfur was doing. If she thought that fighting off the Darkclan cats was going to atone for the fact that she tried to take out her leader and broke a fellow warrior's leg, then she was just wasting her time. How in the world would Skystar let that one slip? It was impossible. She should join Darkclan like she planned, or try to leave the clans and die. It wasn't that important to her. Dapplepelt looked at her sister, in only slightly better shape than she, fighting some cat. Why did she have to be captured by Darkclan?

((I'll add the other stuff later, but I have dinner. See ya!))

[willowsong12]

Battle
Emberclaw was shocked to hear that these cats were fighting against their will. Maybe there is some good in these cats. They can't stop themselves from fighting or killing. Suddenly a paw broke his thoughts as it came towards his face. Emberclaw barely dodged as the she-cat lashed out at him. Thinking quickly he decided that he didn't want to kill this cat, he would try to spare her life. Running battle moves through his head he weeded out all the killing and injuring ones leaving barely any. The large warrior decided the best thing to do would be to whack her head hard enough to cause her to black out. Bunching his muscles together he leapt towards her but kept his claws sheathed, as he neared her he angled his forearm so that it would hopefully hit her upside the head. It was a risky move and he could only hope it would work, otherwise she could easily injure or worse kill him here.
((I didn't want to knock her out without your permission. Also didn't know if you wanted her to be knocked out right now.

[Juneecat1]

((WOO! I found some time to post! OOH! I just love reading your guys posts (ALL of you!) because I love how you portray your characters! I know that thats probably not much coming from me but...))

Battle

(Dark) Tigerstrike suddenly slammed against the wall of the den, knocking the breath out of her. Then, right when she recovered, another cat came up and started attacking. Mousedung! she thought angrily. She quickly decided to attack the new she-cat (Winterfur if Im not mistaken) with all her mixed emotions Tigerstrike knew that her mind would be so busy that she couldn't concentrate on battle moves. She lunged at the muzzle of the cat and sliced down hard hoping to draw alot of blood. (( that sucked))
((GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! The writers block grates at my nerves! WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?))

[FairyoftheFlames]

((That wasn't really what I had planned, but it works!))

Battle

Blackfrost was never a big fan of tomcats, so when she was hit at the back of her head with his attack, she felt annoyed that she was defeated by a tom. But she felt glad that she didn't need to fight anymore. She silently thanked Emberclaw for knocking her out.

Dapplepelt watched, curious as a cat (Emberclaw) took out her sister. She limped over to where her fallen sister lay, and gasped.

It was still hard to see her sister, but seeing the once proud fellow warrior fallen to such a state was still hard. She plotted revenge on Icestar, for leading her clan to this fight.

"Were you the one that 'saved' my sister?" It wasn't easy to be grateful when she was unconscious on the ground, but she couldn't do anything else at this point, and she was still scared about what Skystar would do to her if she left. So why not make conversation?

((lol, wow. Yeah, Dapplepelt can't fight at this point...))

[Tinkpetz]

(Sorry, I have writer's block now since I posted in Luna's RP. Yeah, I'm trying to end the battle asap. I'm going to be gone tomorrow, Shadow is going to be gone the next day, you're going to be gone the day after that, and it has been going on way too long. No, Nightfall doesn't have a mate. Although there are a couple she-cats who could be love interests...I just haven't decided yet. Oh, and everyone!? I'm going to do something with Brightpaw and I would appreciate it very much ((For the sake of the story and what needs to happen to finish the battle.)) if all your cats would stop fighting and watch when it happens. When? Oh, you'll know when it happens...)

AirClan

Ashfeather looked at the ground, and Nightfeather stepped in front of her, looking down at the top of her head. He touched his nose to her forehead and closed his eyes, breathing in her sweet scent.

Battle

Skystar leapt aside, letting Winterfur have her turn with the DarkClan she-cat (Tigerstrike). She definitely has some issues. I will have to see to that as soon as the battle is over. She sprang to the entrance of the den and knocked aside another DarkClan cat (Willowshine) so that she could see out. "Dapplepelt!" she called, seeing the warrior nearby. "Get yourself somewhere safe. I don't want you killing yourself because of that leg!"

Flowerface almost ran from the den like a frightened kit, but remembered the catmint just in time. She snagged a small, disheveled pile in her jaws before slinking away around the side of the medicine den. I only wish I could really help.

Nightfall...fell over. It was the easiest thing to do in his condition, and he actually thought it might shake the DarkClan she-cat (Shadowfang) from his back. He fell on his side with a thud that jarred his teeth. Then he pushed himself onto his back with one foot, hoping to crush his opponent, literally. He jumped up, no fur torn from his pelt as he purposely stepped on her injured leg.

Marshpelt sighed and sprang from the nursery. Why won't they just leave already?! The thought resounded in his mind, filling him with anger.

(Well, I've gotta go. I might pause the RP, I'll post again in the morning! Darn. I didn't get to end the battle.)