♥Brightclan and Darkclan, The Clash♥ Semi-Lit And OPEN!

[Africa.]

Featherpaw winced at the harsh yowls that split the air. "Wha-? Hurry! Hurry Mistclaw!" She tore off down the slope towards camp, blood pining through her ears like a steady drum. Thump, thump... "NO!" Her scream was a horrible sound, pitched and agonized as her clanmates were captured by the fleeing scum-bags. Tears streamed down her face as she ran off after Kitewing limp body, her quick paws allowing her to catch up. "Back up. Now." The slitted yellow eyes pierced her like a knife, leaving her frozen. "I said, back up." And that was all it took. He lunged, jaws catching the back of her neck. She screamed in agony, writhing in pain. Her claws slicing open a wound on his side, he almost dropped her. Almost. With his body, he locked her down under his weight, yowling out for the backup of his clanmates to take Featherpaw off his paws. Once again, she was left writhing and screaming, the little air left within her running low.
(Pix? 83 You can Jump in here x3)

[Rosalind]

(Yes, they are. Things have been a little hectic with BrightClan.)

Leopardfrost bounded over to Appleberry, pressing her fur against her flank. "It's okay. He died as he wuld have wanted, fighting for his Clan, keeping them safe." She whispered iher friend's ear, ignoring Blackstar totally.

Blackstar watched the two young she-cats for the briefest moment. "And we need to grieve for Sunflame. We have lost two strong warriors today, but in the wake of their deaths, we will remain strong, and defeat StrayClan, once and for all, because we are BrightClan!" He turned to Stormstar. "Would you like to speak on behalf of your own Clan?"

Appleberry buried her head in her best friend's shoulder. "Its not fair." she whispered angonized and trembled.

[Solanum]

Mistclaw ran after her, pricking up his ears at the sound of the fleeing cats. Slashing his way through, as he wasn't as small and as fast as she. Pelt already soaked with blood, he leapt at the cat pinning Featherpaw, not even noticing the others. Many cats in his position would have alerted them to his presense by a hiss or a warning, but he just came up silently behind him, moving at speed. Grabbing the back of his neck, he jerked his own, breaking the tom's neck and throwing him aside. "You attack our camp. You attack our cats. But when you attack my apprentice, you've made it personal. Come and get it." Hissing aggressively, his fur standing on end, fangs and claws bared... If this was where he met his end, so be it...

[Rosalind]

Falconpaw stumbled over to underneath the High Rock, still keeping Spottedkit safetly in her mouth. Exhasution was fraying on her though, and she gently set the little kit on the ground in front of her and sat down herself.

Spottedkit squeezed her eyes shut and pressed against Falconpaw. "You saved me."

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((Wait, does MistClaw actually die? Aww))

PineStream let out a yowl of anger, his eyes narrowed and his ears pricked at the sound of fleeing, and needing cats. "Blackstar, something's wrong!" He screeched, and tried to race forward. His shoulder was pericing with angony, but he kept running, and came to the larhe group of cats, with the captured cats of his clan. He would risk his life for his clan, and if he did die, he would have wanted to die like this. Creeping up on a black tom and a white and grey she-cat carrying Kitewing's body, Pinestream leaped, landing on the tom's back and raking his claws down it. The black cat let out a screech of agony as the Brightclan warrior bit down on his neck, but it was cut off as his died, falling limp. The white she-cat dropped Kitewing, her fangs bared. "Trying to take over our terriotry, starting a fight, and now taking some of our warriors. Now you've gone too far." He spat into her ear as he pinned her down, raking his back claws on her belly. The she-cat snarled, "No, you have, fleabag!" She hissed and pushed up on his, leaving Pinestream falling back, knocking his injured shoulder. He let out a wail of agony as five toms hurled themselves at Pinestream when he was unconcious, and carried him off with the others.

[Solanum]

(( I'm not sure if he dies or not... We'll see :3 Although I hope not D: How else am I going to get my essence of Mist? ))

[Яαιиωнιƨρɛя]

((Lol. I don't think he should...maybe get seriously hurt, but...hmm...))

[Яαιиωнιƨρɛя]

((I have to go.))

[Africa.]

(NO! Misty! T.T My baby boo </3 )
(Pointerz, there is no need to tell us and please no double posting.)

Featherpaw shrieked as the toms claws raked along her body one last time as he was dragged sideways by Mistclaw. The Tom was woosy and swaying on his paws, but re-enforcements came soon enough. Two females, one a chestnut color and another a stone grey, slinked through the shadows, eyeing Mistclaw. Then the leaped, and Featherpaw screamed. "No! Mistclaw, please, no! Get back, get back!" She cried, already slashing at the she-cats and earning slashes in return.

[Solanum]

Mist darted out the way, allowing the two she-cats to collide in the air. Hissing loudly, he swiped at them, claws connecting with the throat of one, but leaving his back exposed to the other for a split second. There were just too many cats for him to take out alone, but he didn't want Featherpaw to be a part of it. "Featherpaw... Go back to camp... Stay with the others. I'm sure Kite'll be glad to have you. Or maybe Ternfeather, she's a really good friend." Smiling weakly at her, he flicked back his ears at the cats, glancing around at the ever tightening circle of strays between him and the camp. If he could distract them, then she could get through safely...