(Honestly, Shadow? Do you pay an ounce of attention to what happens in this roleplay?! Shadepaw has been ripping up Shadowfang while she was passed out, not to mention that Marshpelt and Islandsong rescued Patchkit, Nightkit, and Oakkit. And in Winterfur's post, you called Skystar a tom. Skystar is your own character! I'd have to insist that you fix your post to match the roleplay or it will be ignored. The only reason I'm upset like this is because you have done this multiple times. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy having you and your cats in the roleplay, but this is getting quite aggravating. Here, so you know what's actually going on:)
Roseness wrote:Immediately after diving through the dry reeds that the entrance to SunClan camp consisted of, Shadepaw's eyes started flicking to every direction and he automatically built a mental map of the battle and weighed their chances of success. He searched for DarkClan cats in contempt, his paws still thrumming against the ground in a steady rhythm as he gave the air several sniffs, seeking the acrid stench of his enemies. The air was filled with such a confusing mixture of smells; the young IceClan tom couldn't distinguish one Clan from another. Head spinning, he shook it slightly to clear it, nearly cursing out loud when his internal map was abolished when he lost his focus. He didn't know any DarkClan cats, nor had he seen them before. He could thank the stars for that small, fortunate fact. But Shadepaw had heard stories of Icestar -the name almost sent a shiver down his spine- the founder and leader of the appropriately-named Clan of Darkness. In his musing, he had taken a few moments to pause and catch his breath, his limbs quivering with exhaustion; one sign that he wouldn't be able to last much longer. In a flash of blood and fur, a much larger cat barreled into him and the pair went sprawling to the ground in unison. Shadepaw prepared himself to attack with the rest of his strength, but he recognized the all-too-familiar pale ginger tabby pelt of Shiverpaw, as well as the sweet scent that enveloped the small she-cat. He hissed and shouldered his Clanmate off of him, irritation spiking his fur and causing him to arch his back. "Watch it, crow-food-for-brains!" he hissed, fixing Shiverpaw with a scowl. But the younger apprentice didn't seem to hear him, for the opponent she had been running from had caught up with her and was in view and soaring towards them. With a battle screech of fury, the pale-furred she-cat leapt straight up in the air to meet the other cat in mid-leap. The two shot like a surprised hare away and out of sight, their angry hisses fading away into the night. His breath coming out in cloudy puffs, he fought for the breath that had been forced from his lungs when the idiot had bowled him over. After a few heartbeats of breathing, a scent that was heavily perfumed with death and, if possible, nightmares of fear of others drifted into his nostrils. Stiffening, Shadepaw whirled about to see a black, unconscious form directly behind him. Staring now, he dared to take a sniff to reassure that the motionless cat wasn't dead. DarkClan scent came close to overwhelming him, and the slight rising and falling action of his enemy’s chest supported the fact that it was still very much alive. Not much longer if I can help it, thought the cold-hearted tom, his claws sliding out of their sheaths. He felt somewhat dishonorable, attacking a cat in this manner, but that didn't change anything. It was still a DarkClan minion, and was still responsible for many deaths. It still deserved to die. Something shifting within Shadepaw, he unconsciously fell into a dangerous, battle mode that made his eyes cold and a little metallic. Andrenaline began pumping through his veins, the chilled lightning giving him renewed energy. His blood-lust was increased tenfold as well, his fatal capabilities overwhelming him. He took a paw step forward and raised his paw, only to bring it down a heartbeat later in an agonizing slash. He enjoyed the sensation of flesh ripping at his claws and savored the view of crimson blossoms welling up soon after, filling the scratches as well as the air around him. Shadepaw felt a hunger lusting inside of him for blood to be drawn. Proceeding to satiate it, the black tom began endlessly clawing, biting, tearing the broken puppet, his mind screaming for many varying reasons. He heard his name being called and ignored it, and only hesitated when it sounded much closer. His head whipped toward the distraction, blood still dripping from his gleaming scarlet fangs.
Shiverpaw's fiery eyes were filled with horror and fear, fear for this stranger standing before her. She could see it in his eyes, the determination to kill. Her gaze locked on the barely-alive cat her Clanmate had been savaging, a shudder rippling down her spine. Sure, she had wounded a few cats so far during her time at this battle, but what Shadepaw was doing was wrong and heartless. His actions mirrored those of the warriors they were fighting! For a terror-filled moment, she wasn't sure if her fellow IceClan apprentice was under the control of Icestar, as were the beings they were attempting to drive out. Then logic reminded her that such a notion was ridiculous; wouldn't Shadepaw be attack her instead? She took a firm hold on her emotions and promptly shut them down; time to be brave. "Shadepaw!" She repeated, "Stop that! What you are doing is against the warrior code!" Silver orbs gleamed insolently back at her. To no answer, she screeched, "That cat is not responsible for it's actions! It can't fight back; you must stop now!" Receiving no answer, she made the mistake of padding forward a mouse-length. Shadepaw instinctively lashed out at her, his thorn-shard claws tearing a path of blazing pain across her slender muzzle, flicking a few drops of blood into the air. Time slowed down. Shiverpaw's odd eyes widened in shock, a low growl that was not her own rumbling in her ears. Fear getting the better of her, she streaked away, telling herself that the budding sense of betrayal and emotional pain was foolish. Shadepaw had wounded her. . . Shadepaw had deliberately spilled her blood. . . Her paws were not her own while she fled from her Clanmate, her friend, any thoughts of courage abandoned as the only instinct she was aware of screaming at her to run from the monster.
Tinkpetz wrote:Marshpelt pelted into the clearing with the EarthClan cats, and he spotted three abandoned kits (Nightkit, Oakkit, Patchkit) mewling in fear and possibly pain. DarkClan's plan was probably to kill them along with every other cat in sight. Anger swelled up inside the tortoiseshell tom and he stopped beside them, picking up two tiny kits with his large mouth and dashing towards the third. To his dismay, the third kit was dripping blood and howling his poor head off. He might not have to, depending on what's happened to him. Marshpelt's eyes had not yet adjusted to the darkness, so he couldn't tell exactly was wrong. He scooped up the tom-kit with his right paw and looked around for a place to hide them. The nursery was a battle scene, and falling apart, the medicine den was also filled with warriors... Out of the corner of his eye, Marshpelt saw a hollow in the side of a tree stump that looked promising. It was away from the main battle, and well hidden. The RockClan warrior dashed toward it on only three paws, a balancing act that threatened to tip him over.
FireClan
Foxflame's head bent as Mudpaw jumped off of it. "Ow," he mumbled, shaking his head. Nightfire grinned. "Close your eyes." She planned to do it with Mudpaw, so she closed her eyes as well.
Battle
Petalsong heard and felt the tom's voice, and she looked up from her stumbling feet to see the leaders den just tail-lengths away! She tried to move faster in excitement to reach her kits, and accidentally placed her hurt foot on the ground. The queen tumbled headfirst into the dirt, twisting her other front paw painfully. Her wounds from the DarkClan she-cat reopened, and fresh blood flowed out and mixed with the dust. "Kits..." she managed, before her world went black.
No, no, only six of them are actually hers. She kind of adopted the other seven. XD That would have been funny, though.)
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