hazeclan { warriors . rp . not accepting }

[Chicken~Strips]

Shamrock~She-Cat~Crush: None (Planned)~Tags: Open

Shamrock, twisted her head at the screams and furious shriek of the battle. Why do I pity myself so much? You are a strong she-cat, get your tail back in there and fight! her thoughts clashed, some telling her she was weak, some telling her to go back and fight, all hatting her. She hissed, shaking her head as she tried to clear her mind.

[FayrinPhoenix]

XXXXXXXX Pebblestep - 19 moons - haze. warrior - ♀ - homosexual
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXtagged: piper
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXcrush: open (pm)
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXlocation: hazeclan camp
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No words left Pebblestep after she was thrown off of the rogue. Her pants were rough and shallow; she flexed her claws, sheathing and unsheathing, strength beginning to replenish as she watched Piper digging her own claws into the clan camp's dirt. "Why must we fight over something so silly? Pebblestep questioned, preparing herself for the she-cat's attack... Although it never hit her. Pebblestep looked up to see her brother attacking Piper, protecting her from any blows that could quite possibly finish her off. Sure, the silver tabby may have gained her strength back, but those wounds were still deep.

Pebblestep glanced around frantically, witnessing many other brawls unfolding in front of her, she crouched low to the ground, her tail swishing back and forth. Her ears suddenly perked at the sound of screech, and as soon as she had turned her head into the direction it had come from, her olive green orbs widened in utter shock. Pebblestep watched as Cedarheart locked his jaws on the rogue who'd attacked them. She

XXXXXXXX Cedarheart - 19 moons - haze. warrior - ♂️ - pansexual
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXtagged: piper
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXcrush: open (pm)
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXlocation: hazeclan camp
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Cedarheart spat and hissed as Piper clawed at his stomach. He may be muscular and strong, but it really does pack a punch when claws dig into a sensitive part of a cat's body, especially Cedarheart's. His eyes began to fill with rage, he bared his sharp canines at the rogue beneath him. "You do not belong in our territory! Perish, you fleabag!" The tom screeched, pinning the she-cat to the ground and lunging his muzzle at her neck, clamping down aggressively into her reddish-brown fur. His fangs sank further and further, and as that familiar taste of warm blood filled his mouth, he tightened his bite to make sure this rogue wouldn't lay another claw on his sister.

[soap.cat]

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ferretblossom watched the chaos with wide eyes, panic freezing his limbs. his heart was pounding in his chest, his breathing uneven and rapid. he couldn't get himself to move, to help his clanmates. watching the blood from both sides stain the clearing was paralyzing. cats were bleeding. cats might die! and he couldn't even move a claw towards any of them.

levι ➻ тoм ➻ 19 мoonѕ ➻ ғιgнтer ➻ deмιѕeхυal ➻ тagѕ; cedarheart, pebblestep, piper

levi leapt at cedarheart, claws extended. his olive gaze barely brushed over pebblestep, and he offered no acknowledgement. "let her go!" the grey tom had no particular connection to the shecat that was held by the warrior's jaws, but he didn't want to see her die. watching cats that weren't dangerous to him die was one of his least favorite hobbies. levi lashed his claws as the toms at cedarheart's shoulder, hopefully hard enough to get the tom to release piper, but avoid any permanent damage. he didn't want to hurt anyone too badly, but he didn't want this cat to die if he could help it.

[Vixen Luo]

female | 52 moons | leader | no mate [heterosexual] | location: camp | tags: dawnblaze



Fawnstar grunted as Dawnblaze helped her to her paws, staring intently at the ground as she processed what had just happened. Have faith, but in what? In what some of her warriors were preaching? In what she believed? Her tail lashed, ears flat against her head - that is, until the fluffy warrior's words hit her ears and she snapped her head up.
"What? I'm not leaving this battle!" she snarled. "You may fight alongside me if you wish, but I will not cower in my den like a kit while my clan fights to the death. Do you think I'm stupid, Dawnblaze?"

The young warrior had had spunk as a kit when he'd come marching into camp, not a clue where he was. He'd reminded her of Yewpaw, in the way he had a fiery temper and had engaged in an all-out 'battle' with Lilykit, and she'd decided with mirth to accept him into her clan. He'd always been that way, even as he matured; hot-tempered and feisty, but held the best intentions in his heart. It was for that reason that she felt the slightest tug of uncertainty as she spoke - was she to have faith in Dawnblaze's insistence that she cling to her last life? - but ultimately refused to go back on it.

She was the leader of this clan. She was going to protect it, or die trying; there were no exceptions in war. If she let herself hide...any warriors with respect in their hearts for her would surely let it die out. I have never been a coward, and I will not start today.




male | 26 moons | warrior | heart set on dawnblaze | location: camp | tags: hemlock, then open



Lilypool's eyes narrowed as he stared down at the animated rogue, his lip curling with disgust as he kept him pinned to the ground with a lashing tail.
"Funny thing about caring about something is, you don't need to be paid to be willing to fight for it," he snarked back, refusing to let his words get under his fur. Lilypool was not a very good fighter when his temper took over; he was furious, a whirlwind of teeth and claws, for sure, but nothing useful; only slower cats would be overtaken by something like that. No, he had to keep his calm. I have to keep her safe.

"No, sorry, all you rogue crow-food look the same to me," he remarked, tensing as he felt claws pressing against his skin through his fur. That red juice was disconcerting, and he tipped his chin up, ears flat with a growl. "Last time I checked, cats don't carry venom. Though, you could easily double as a snake, given how slimy you already are-"
His taunting cut off as he froze, hearing Wolfstripe's yowl. He backed off of Hemlock, his blood running cold as he fought the urge to race to Fawnstar's side; no. What could have happened?

Hemlock forgotten, he raced toward the nursery instead, his belly twisting with anxiety. He wouldn't go inside, but he wouldn't leave the nursery's perimeter no matter what; now that Fawnstar was on her last life, he had to leave it to himself to do as much as he could to fend off these attackers. But...if Fawnstar died again... Please, StarClan, don't let her die now! We need her more than ever!



male | 42 moons | warrior | crush/mate open [bisexual] | location: camp | tags: dawnblaze, open



Aspenflame's head whipped around as soon as he'd chased the rogue off, answering Dawnblaze's call with a look. His amber eyes widened, staring at the warrior only a season or two older than himself murdering their leader.
"Go! Help Fawnstar," he ordered, turning swiftly to the golden warrior. "Keep him away from her. Try and make her stay away from this fighting," he muttered gravely; if she went down again...there would be no getting back up.

For once, unease settled into his pelt, and he found himself staring distractedly at Wolfstripe. How had this come about? How could a warrior lose so much faith in his leader that he'd dare to harm them? And yet he speaks as though he is still part of HazeClan. How absurd! Ridiculous! He felt cold rage brewing beneath his pelt, longing to rake his claws through Wolfstripe's pelt himself - but he knew it would be foolish. For now, Wolfstripe was still battling rogues; he'd be useful until the battle ended.

And when it ended...that would be the time to deal with his treachery.



female | 32 moons | rogue | crush/mate open [bisexual] | location: hazeclan camp | tags: open



June dove headfirst into the battle without a second thought, landing on a smaller she-cat with tapered ears and quickly falling into a wrestling match with her before she was flung off. Landing on her paws, she twisted and launched herself right back in, clawing deep into her flank and twitching her ears back as the smaller she-cat yowled in pain.
Swiftly, she jabbed her hind leg out to rake her claws into her fur once more, then gasped as she felt jaws clamping down on her foreleg and she fought the urge to yowl and struggle under the painful bite.

Instead, June's claws dug deeper into her attacker's fur and she got a good angle to viciously kick and scratch her rapidly, until the HazeClan warrior wailed in pain and let her go, springing away from her to flee across camp.
Panting, the blue tabby pushed herself to her paws, feeling her foreleg ache from how harshly she'd been bitten; no matter, it was time to keep fighting. She looked around, searching for her next target, before her eyes locked onto the leader - a small black and cream she-cat - with a large, fluffy warrior urging her to her paws. Hm. Perhaps I should attack... she mused, watching with interest.

She really didn't have a clue what these rogues were ambushing for; she'd spent time away from the camp for a while, and next thing she knew, Darkfrost had called for them to attack. Perhaps it's just over some territory. After all, our land has some rather meager pickings.. Not that she would be staying with them much longer, anyway. She wasn't a big fan of constant warfare like this, especially when she had no stakes in it. Still...

;;to save time and make my replies faster, aspenflame and lilypool will just remain the previous post until someone interacts with them.

[darcy_jensen]

❛ r o s e ❜
female / twenty moons / rogue healer / tags; swanflight mentioned / open !

Rose paced anxiously, the cries of pain from clancats and rogues alike bringing on waves of nausea. She couldn't stand the thought of her loved ones getting hurt, nor did she particularly like the idea of the Hazeclan cats getting injured. "All over some kits," she muttered, shaking her head in sorrow. Enough was enough, Rose needed to see what was happening. Hastily packing up the herbs, the healer ran towards the battle, her paws thundering down the worn path.

As soon as the she-cat arrived at the scene, she immediately regretted the decision. The air was thick with the scent of blood and hatred, clogging her throat. Cats were throwing themselves at each other, claws aimed with precision and menace at their opponent. Rose's heart ached, the deep pain almost causing her to collapse. They were killing each other over a set of half rogue, half can kits who were going to hate their lives growing up because they'd know they were the reason for fatalities.

Putting the bundle of herbs in a safe, secluded spot, Rose padded forwards cautiously, her grey eyes desperately searching for Swanflight. Despite their natural opposition, perhaps they could work together to prevent as many fatalities as possible. She wanted to avoid all conflict where possible, but the healer knew she could handle herself in a fight.

[lex]

wolfstripe ☀ tom ☀ 52 moons ☀ warrior ☀ tagged: nightfall

“Our code has not failed. But our foolish leader has made a mistake in sacrificing the many for the few. I intend to right these wrongs,” Wolfstripe growled, his fur bristling. He glanced back only for a moment; he could see Fawnstar's body twitch. She was alive, but he knew this was her last life. He turned his gaze back to the rogue. His tail lashed back and forth when he spoke again. “She is on her last life. Soon, we will be rid of the leader that has brought this Clan to its knees. Then, you will see HazeClan at its fullest.”

He seemed half-offended that Nightfall seemed to be taking neither him nor this fight seriously. The large gray tom took a step forward. “Leave, enemy. Get off our territory. I do not care about the kits, but I do not want your kind in my camp.” His muscles rippled beneath his fur as he tensed, clearly prepared to strike if the cat did not heed his warning.

dawnblaze ☀ tom ☀ 26 moons ☀ warrior ☀ tagged: aspenflame, then fawnstar, open

“I don't think you're stupid,” he quickly said, and it was clear that the expression on his face was worried, and there was plenty of fear-scent wafting off of him. Despite himself, he couldn't help but wonder why his leader had to be so headstrong. There were so many cats brawling, and so many that lay unmoving, and it made his heart flutter to think it could be Fawnstar (or Lilypool for that matter—where was he, anyway?). “But we need you to lead the Clan after this, and you can't do that if you're dead! Please, Fawnstar….”

Despite his protests, he knew she wouldn't agree. Fawnstar was nothing if not stubborn, and he shook his head, pausing a moment before he sighed, shaking his head. “If I can't convince you, then… then I will protect you,” he said, looking around with his claws digging into the dirt. He couldn't let Fawnstar die, not in this battle. He would stand his ground.

russetwind ☀ she-cat ☀ 32 moons ☀ warrior ☀ tagged: swanflight, ivybriar

Russetwind will fade-to-black with Ivybriar.

jaxi ☀ she-cat ☀ 21 moons ☀ warrior ☀ tagged: eelstep

Jaxi was so focused on her point of interest that she didn't notice the warrior sprinting towards her. A surprised noise escaped her and she staggered a few steps to the side before quickly jumping away as the cat's claws stung into her flank. The other cat was quick, but Jaxi was calculated, and she leapt up to meet the short-tailed tom halfway through the lunge, knocking them both to the ground and sending them rolling. Her claws dug into Eelstep's sides and her hind legs kicked ruthlessly at the tom. She didn't have time for this! What if it was already too late?

She glanced to the side and her fur bristled as she saw Piper on the ground, Cedarheart's jaw on her neck and stained with blood. Oh, no, she thought. She had to get away from this stupid warrior! “Get off me, mouse-brain!”

piper ☀ she-cat ☀ 21 moons ☀ rogue ☀ tagged: cedarheart, pebblestep, levi

Piper's claws dug into Cedarheart's fur and and a choked yowl left her as he bit down on her neck. She couldn't breathe, and she could feel blood flowing from the wound quite freely. Her paws kicked, her front claws catching in Cedarheart's fur, and she felt her frantic swipes weakening. No—! I can't die here! The tabby's lips curled into a snarl and she raked her claws along Cedarheart's face with her last vestige of strength. Darkness was closing in her vision, and she barely saw another cat bowl into the warrior before her struggles stopped completely and she fell limp beneath him.

Her breathing remained for a few moments, gasping and shallow, before her entire body fell still, her last movement a defiant lash of her tail. Darkness had claimed her, though a defiant snarl still shone on her face.

{ starting with sootwhisker after combat ceases. assume he's in the nursery? }

[EisHawk]

EelStep

|Male|18 Moons | Mood: Determined| Location: Camp| SO: None (CLOSED) | Tags: Jaxi| Hazelclan Warrior | White Bob Tail Fluffy Tom, With Various Brown Stripes|

The young tom snarled in surprise as the Rouge Warrior stopped his lunge and left him tumbling to the ground. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. Was I not prepared enough for this battle? Should I even be a warrior or did Fawnstar just not want to see another apprentice die?, were just some of the questions swirling through his mind. Eelstep had gone to slash the rouge’s face with his open front paw, when he felt her jagged hind claws digging into his fur and flesh. The She-cat’s attack threw off his aim although he tried his best.

The blood pumping through his ears blocked out the dark brown cat’s words and he kept on with his attacks. He used his hind legs to jab into the cat’s white underbelly, before attacking her shoulder with his front paws.

[Ladyskittels]

Fishbone
Male | 34 moons | Hazeclan Warrior | tags: Rose | Crush / SO: open

The lynx point tom cat took in a sharp breath as he took in the sight of the battle, the scent of blood and fury thick in the air. All around him cries of pain and menacing hisses- the noises of war- surrounded him, ricocheting off of the rocks as they traveled across the land. Part of it made him feel sick to his stomach, as it wasn't the kit's fault they'd be brought into the world knowing their very existence had brought such pain and sorrow. On the other hand, it wasn't his decision to pick a side. He was a clan cat which meant he sided with the clan's leader no matter if he thought their actions were right or wrong. It followed by the strict rules of his own personal warrior's code and to break that would mean death.

Fishbone padded into the thick of the battle, trying to drown out the noise and sight of the other cats fighting to the death it seemed as he pushed his way to the rogue's side of the battlefield. His blue eyes swept the field for rogue cats trying to make their way toward camp in an attempt to defend his clan. His eyes eventually met those of a rogue cat and the male flicked his tail. He didn't want to be forced to attack when it wasn't necessary but if the she-cat made any sudden moves he would be sure to defend his clan with his life, as it was his duty.

Wordlessly he watched the cat, uttering menacing hisses if she tried to make a move.

[DBD]

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Name Smokefang
rank warrior
gender female
age 25
location: Hazelclan camp
Tags: June
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Smokefang sighed. Being patient wasn’t her strong suit. So, waiting in a tree was boring. She would rather be digging her claws into some other cat right now. Plus, she was pretty much immortal. I mean, she hadn’t died yet. Perhaps she should join in the battle.

Smokefang slid down the tree with ease and begun to stroll to the camp. She was in no rush to get there, after all she had no real motivation to fight. She just wanted to help speed things up. Plus, then Moonshade would have more company. That fleabag deserved someone to talk to about how wonderful they are. Smokefang was nearing the camp, the sounds of battle were getting louder. This made Smokefang start to move faster through the forest, eager to ruin some pelts.

As Smokefang entered camp the first thing she noticed was a gorgeous blue tabby cat with bright eyes. Smokefang hated her instantly. She looked too much like Moonshade. Therefore Smokefang felt the urge to lunge cat the cat and sink her fangs into her throat. Which, as a cat of nature, Smokefang decided to fulfill that urge.

She leapt at the blue cat without a second thought- attempting to pin her down. Smokefang knew all it took to defeat a cat was to pin them down. Then her tactic was to keep on biting them until they gave up, or died. Both were fine. Hopefully it would be the same with this cat, a quick and efficient attack.

[Vixen Luo]

female | 52 moons | leader | no mate [heterosexual] | location: camp | tags: dawnblaze



Fawnstar listened to him, and she shook her head; she knew, deep within herself, that he was right. If she died, it would be a near-shattering blow to the resolve of the warriors who had served her for so long. Martenfang would be a fine leader; if Fawnstar had had any doubts about her, she wouldn't have chosen her as her deputy.
Still, she gave him a firm stare. Ever the stubborn little warrior...

"Very well," she replied, her voice crisp. "But should I die, know that it is the will of StarClan. It does not take life without reason."
And what will my reason be? she thought darkly, her mind whirling yet again. She knew wholeheartedly that she had made the correct decision: Ivybriar and her kits belonged with HazeClan, as had Darkfrost before he'd turned his back on them. StarClan would take her life once her duty was fulfilled, surely. And if it were before...

Then I must believe in StarClan's plans. Surely there is some way to end this madness in our favor.




male | 26 moons | warrior | heart set on dawnblaze | location: camp | tags: ferretblossom



Raking his claws over the ears of a scarred tom that had tried to dive into the nursery, Lilypool snarled and watched him flee with satisfaction. He kept making frantic glances at Fawnstar, eyes darting over to Dawnblaze to make sure they were both alright - and eventually he forced himself to calm down, rejoining the fray of angry yowls and vicious claws.

After finishing his fight, however, he noticed a familiar calico tom cowering amidst the fighting, and he called to his clanmate.
"Ferretblossom!" he shouted. "Come and help me defend the nursery!"
An impatient part of him thought, Now is not the time to be shaking like a lost kit!, and yet the other part reminded him that the poor tom was barely out of being a 'paw. Of course he'd be scared of such a warzone. Well, regardless, he needs to be doing something. That 'something' can be helping me out over here..



male | 42 moons | warrior | crush/mate open [bisexual] | location: camp | tags: dawnblaze, open



Aspenflame's head whipped around as soon as he'd chased the rogue off, answering Dawnblaze's call with a look. His amber eyes widened, staring at the warrior only a season or two older than himself murdering their leader.
"Go! Help Fawnstar," he ordered, turning swiftly to the golden warrior. "Keep him away from her. Try and make her stay away from this fighting," he muttered gravely; if she went down again...there would be no getting back up.

For once, unease settled into his pelt, and he found himself staring distractedly at Wolfstripe. How had this come about? How could a warrior lose so much faith in his leader that he'd dare to harm them? And yet he speaks as though he is still part of HazeClan. How absurd! Ridiculous! He felt cold rage brewing beneath his pelt, longing to rake his claws through Wolfstripe's pelt himself - but he knew it would be foolish. For now, Wolfstripe was still battling rogues; he'd be useful until the battle ended.

And when it ended...that would be the time to deal with his treachery.



female | 32 moons | rogue | crush/mate open [bisexual] | location: hazeclan camp | tags: smokefang



June's ears pricked just before a hard body collided into her, and she quickly threw all of her weight to the side to roll and then spring away. She felt an uncomfortable stinging in her shoulders as she shook her pelt, gathering herself. Talk about a surprise attack...
"My, you're a feisty one," she remarked, his ice-blue eyes glimmering curiously. "Angry little kitten, aren't you?" There was no mocking in her words; sure, insulting, but her tone was light and mirth was almost dancing within it, as if she were sparring with
a friend instead of fighting a stranger.

It was almost as if this cat knew her - which June knew for sure couldn't be true. She didn't recognize a hair on this she-cat's pelt. Still, she made no move to attack; instead, she was observing closely. What made this cat tick? Her eyes almost looked dull aside from the bright fire forcing life back into them, as if the only thing driving her were the outcome of this battle. How odd. Isn't this just a petty scrap for territory? she mused, sweeping her tail as her ears flicked back with alertness.