back so soon!? && BLOODCLAN ATTACKS

MasterPlan · Apr 2nd 2013

Condorbeak | Burgundypaw
RiverClan Spy | BloodClan Apprentice
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[align=left]IC:

The bengal staggered away from the blow, nearby where Generalcluster and Mercurypoisoning were. He looked up to his fellow spy and gave a small grin. "Need any help with that reservation?"e glared at where Generalcluster was going after Permafrost and unsheathed his claws, and attempted to attack Generalclusters flank with his claws.

Burgundypaw watched where Generalcluster was going as well, and ran as fast as he could with his legs. Or one foot, since his other back was was mauled off by a dog in the battle against ThunderClan. So he was slowed, but there was no way that he was out. "Claw the answer out of him!" He snarled.

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OOC:

Condorbeak - Very Hard - Generalcluster
Burgundypaw - Meduim/Hard - Permafrost

Stormfoot · Apr 2nd 2013

The SunClan bear made it's way to the battling cats, letting out an ear-splitting roar. Benjamin, the Kodiak bear, could easily take out these puny BloodClanners five at a time! Feeling confident, he plowed through the crowd of cats, searching for an opponent.

/mobile

Monaco · Apr 2nd 2013

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IC;; Grenade launched back, her devilish grin still stuck on her heavily-scarred maw. The tuxedo pelted femme shook her head whilst tutting, eyes locking on her new opponent. Oh goody, someone to torture. "Nice try fish features, but it's gonna take a lot more. Didn't that filthy mother of yours tell you to respect your elders?" she cursed, not planning to attack just yet. Overhearing the name 'Gothika', Grenade froze with a frustrated expression crossing her face. Fuck![/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 280px; height: 60px; overflow:auto; font-family: georgia; color: #552999][justify]OOC;; Grenade || 27 moons || Femme || Bloodclan || 1st tier || Black and white fur || Mocha brown eyes || Wears black eye patch || Heavily scarred || Has Multiple Possessions || Very hard [sup]

[color=indigo]c. vinnyimages are credited to rae.[/fancypost]

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Maggie. · Apr 2nd 2013

[justify]"BloodClanners don't d-deserve respect," Wrenpaw meowed in a tone that suggested she didn't really believe what she was saying. She leapt forward, this time aiming a blow at Grenade's left shoulder. "A-and my mother wasn't filthy."[/justify]

Wrenpaw (RiverClan)

Monaco · Apr 2nd 2013

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IC;; Grenade had been paying attention to Gothika, not her own opponent. Damn! she cried in her own thoughts as claws pierced her shoulder, causing the tuxedo femme to release an explosive snarl. "You little...b*tch!" she hissed furiously, tearing herself at Wrenpaw as she attempted to pin the young apprentice.[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 280px; height: 60px; overflow:auto; font-family: georgia; color: #552999][justify]OOC;; Grenade || 27 moons || Femme || Bloodclan || 1st tier || Black and white fur || Mocha brown eyes || Wears black eye patch || Heavily scarred || Has Multiple Possessions || Extreme [sup]

[color=indigo]c. vinnyimages are credited to rae.[/fancypost]

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Stormi · Apr 2nd 2013

Ooc: Gone for a few hours and I was left in the dust so...I think I'll just leave XD

Maggie. · Apr 2nd 2013

[justify]Wrenpaw's delight at actually managing to hit her opponent was short-lived, as she found herself pinned beneath Grenade. She struggled frantically, attempting to claw anything she could reach in a desperate attempt to free herself.[/justify]

Wrenpaw (RiverClan)

Monaco · Apr 2nd 2013

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IC;; Grenade felt her claws sink into Wrenpaw's fur, ear's flattened along her skull. The femme reared up in an attempt to score her curved claw's down the apprentice's exposed belly, lips curled into an erupted snarl.[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 280px; height: 60px; overflow:auto; font-family: georgia; color: #552999][justify]OOC;; Grenade || 27 moons || Femme || Bloodclan || 1st tier || Black and white fur || Mocha brown eyes || Wears black eye patch || Heavily scarred || Has Multiple Possessions || Extreme [sup]

[color=indigo]c. vinnyimages are credited to rae.[/fancypost]

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Maggie. · Apr 2nd 2013

[justify]Wrenpaw yowled in agony as Grenade's claws sliced a painful wound in her underbelly, and redoubled her efforts to escape from the BloodClan she-cat. She aimed weak, random blows at Grenade, hoping to get a chance to wriggle away and run back to RiverClan as quickly as she could.[/justify]

Wrenpaw (RiverClan)

Monaco · Apr 2nd 2013

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IC;; Letting out a laugh, Grenade continued to rake Wrenpaw's belly - no matter how hard she would claw her. It was worth it, besides, loosing petite tears of blood won't harm her, right? [/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 280px; height: 60px; overflow:auto; font-family: georgia; color: #552999][justify]OOC;; Grenade || 27 moons || Femme || Bloodclan || 1st tier || Black and white fur || Mocha brown eyes || Wears black eye patch || Heavily scarred || Has Multiple Possessions || Extreme [sup]

[color=indigo]c. vinnyimages are credited to rae.[/fancypost]

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Ashscarjaytalon · Apr 2nd 2013

[ aw man ;-; i have one cat for the defending side and one for the attacking side ]

[size=36pt]irispaw[/size]

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[size=7pt]"when i'm standing in the hall of fame."[/size]

irispaw && windclan && female && medium && no kill && capture allowed && fighting;; open

this was it. she was ready. it was the time to show the world that she could fight! that she would always be a wonderful addition to windclan! though having no mentor, she wasn't the best fighter on the block. but irispaw had watched many training sesstions from mentors to their apprentices. it seemed easy enough.
bloodclan, it was the word that scared her truely. being windclan, they were one of the worst enemies. they had burned their home before, and they could do it again. they raped, they killed, their vicous and arrogant. they are ambisious for power among the clan. irispaw could hardly believe someone could be so rude. the irony was, was the she was the reincarnation of crychentzlo, a former and respected warrior of bloodclan.
she launched herself into battle, searching the grounds for a victum to attack.

[size=7pt]"and the world's going to know my name."[/size]

[size=36pt]edgarpoe[/size]

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[size=7pt]"i walk this empty street."[/size]

edgarpoe && bloodclan && male && medium && no kill && no capture && fighting;; open

another fight. three so far. why was bloodclan just throwing theirselves around like this? the male rapist, edgarpoe, the son of crychentzlo and soldierboy, was very becoming of the blood that splattered the ground. for some, it discuted them. but the crimson liquid, thick to the touch, was very calming for the strange, poetic tom. he was done witht eh darkclan battle, and the other one...was it thunderclan? yah that one was just boring. those stupid ass holes couldn't even fend themselves from a squirrel.
edgarpoe was very handsome. his large musclar size giving him an advantage in battle. he had a sleek coat, dark blue tabby, that usually, when well groomed, look very divine. his eyes were also incredably radiant. they were a deep amber, usually casting a charm over females who look into them. edgarpoe was a real flirt. it was how he got to rape the she-cats. but any cat who saw him do it to another clan cat, he would probably get punished.
unlike irispaw, he casual walked into the clearing of the battle, waiting for his victum to come to him.

[size=7pt]"on the boulevard of broken dreams."[/size]

Maggie. · Apr 2nd 2013

[justify]Wrenpaw twisted, grunting and panting from the effort of trying to reclaim her freedom. "Let me go!" she gasped out, lunging upward and attempting to sink her teeth into Grenade's foreleg.[/justify]

Wrenpaw (RiverClan)

Domitian · Apr 2nd 2013

Stygian | Bloodclan | Second Tier | Extreme | Emotion manipulation | Open
The massive ebony wolf lunged into the fray. The extra time it had taken to find a babysitter had made her late for the battle, but no matter. She would make up for it, maybe bring back some prize for her children to play with. Best get them started on their training young.
Grinning, she spotted Irispaw, and pounced. Though a skilled fighter, she decided to start simple, as was her custom, and make her opponent underestimate her. That was the plan. Thus, though she was perfectly capable of some complicated feint, she merely relied on her great strength and speed to try and bowl over the feline.

januaryromance · Apr 2nd 2013

Kona of ScarClan | Extreme | No kill | Invisibility | Open to attack

The alabaster feline leapt into battle, his claws unsheathed as he looked around for someone to either help or attack. But that all depended upon the Clan that they belonged to. The snow leopard smirked, seemingly daring anyone to approach him.

Perma · Apr 2nd 2013

[size=7pt]Permafrost :: Sunclan :: Extreme :: Invisibility & Super Senses :: No kill\Capture\Brutalize
::If attacking my character please quote my post and put my character's name in red::
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Grinning, the tom would look up at Generalcluster in amusement. "Gothika? Oh. No in this camp, boy. She's far away from here, in fact, you wont find her today." Permafrost would remark as he side stepped and allowed the attacks that were thrown at him to be dodged. He kept a straight face, he wasn't about to be manipulated by some worthless rat.[/fancypost]

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Attacking: [color=red]Generalcluster

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Monaco · Apr 2nd 2013

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IC;; As fangs dug into her flesh, Grenade hissed with frustration and released the young apprentice by accident. Stumbling back, she gained her consciousness and launched again. [/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 280px; height: 60px; overflow:auto; font-family: georgia; color: #552999][justify]OOC;; *runs after muse with a fishing net*

Grenade || 27 moons || Femme || Bloodclan || 1st tier || Black and white fur || Mocha brown eyes || Wears black eye patch || Heavily scarred || Has Multiple Possessions || Extreme [sup]

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miclimp · Apr 2nd 2013

Cinderpelt followed close behind Irispaw. Three battles in one moon, did Sunclan and Bloodclan enjoy fighting each other or something? He rushed into the battlefield again which he started to know better and better, but that wouldn't help him too much. He ran around, searching for an opponent.

Cinderpelt/Windclan warrior/male/no kill or capture/open

monster ? · Apr 2nd 2013

Vєʀᴛɨɢס wrote:

[ ooc. If you get flooded, just ask me for a recap and I'll fill you in <3 ]

[ ic. ]
Renegadeblood was quick to jump back. Again, Vertigo was prepared. He was determined to keep his distance now, unwilling to deal with any close calls when the gamble was so risky -- if she managed to knock him off-balance onto the floor, he'd be a fuckin' pincushion. He saw her throw the pins at him and didn't bother to dodge them, only turned his head for a brief second to avoid any potential contact with his eyes, since the force of her throw wouldn't be enough to make the pins cause him any damage; he swept his tail across the desk to flick them onto the floor and avoid any mishaps with stepping on them, which would have done some unfortunate damage (and make him unable to walk very well). On that thought, the cream tabby recalled that Permafrost was nearby and called to him, "Permafrost, watch out! The floor is dangerous!" Because the serval was bigger and heavier, if he got pricked with any of the thumbtacks, they would sink into him deeper than they would a domestic cat.

Now doing his best to avoid Renegadeblood's attacks, Vertigo decided to favor telepathic combat. He searched for her mental channel and, once feeling it, attempted to blast it with a surge of pain. This would make his mind more vulnerable to her if she decided to counter-attack, but he was willing to risk it. If he got the upper hand on her, he would like nothing more than taking control of her by use of his emotion manipulation and force her to fight her own Clanmates. Ooh, that would be delightful.

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{renegade-BC second tier-HARD-fighting Vertigo
Releasing a snarl as she felt the leader ignore his previous tactic and attempted to invade her mind, Renegadeblood turned invisible with a flick of her tail. A**hole. Still barely in control of her own actions, the red tabby aimed to hook her paw around one of Vertigo's back legs and yank back. If this succeeded or not, the second tier would then aim to leap on top of the leader and hook her claws into the base of his neck.

{sorry if there was any other attacks out towards my kitty that I missed:3}

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{reposting for Vertigo}

andan · Apr 2nd 2013

{Jubilate--Gladiator of ScarClan--Capture aloud--No kill-Major and minor injuries}

Jubilate rushed onto the battle field, her white paws thudding on the ground. Not again! Seeing Cinderpelt, she leapt at him, her lilac tortie tail behind her. The Gladiator hissed and aimed to jump into his back before aiming to put her paws over his eyes to blind him.

Ashscarjaytalon · Apr 2nd 2013

[size=36pt]irispaw[/size]

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[size=7pt]"when i'm standing in the hall of fame."[/size]

irispaw && windclan && female && medium && no kill && capture allowed && fighting;; stygian

[ permission to use power to manipulate emotions? ]

the young lilac marbled she-cat certainly hadn't been expecting the sudden weight on her body. it was so large...it felt much heavier than a cat. able to turn her head about ninty degrees, out of her left eye, she saw the massive form a canine. but no reglar one. this was a wolf. rarely seen in windclan, the dogs that lived in their camp told stories of their ansectors, large canines with vicous personalities. she wasn't ever expecting to have one right on top of her, ready to score her throat.
she had to think first.
alright. now was the time. in atempt to get the wolf off of her body, she atempted, with one paw, to wrap it around the neck of the wolf, and get a grip on the back of its skull with her claws, then tried to bare her right paw down on the eyes, aimming to come past the eyes--if not blind it-- then send it back in pain so she could get up.
irispaw was very peitite, even for her age. about nine moons old, her body was no longer fragile. no scars marked her body, for she had never been in a battle. her eyes were very betwitching, with an icy blue that stabbed like daggers, and faint hue of pale violet around the pupil. her frame was lithe, above to move around large opponents like a snake. being a lilac color, it was rare for her to have a marbled body. but yes, she did, giving her a real exotic look. seeing the male cinderpelt gave her hope. he was a very kind tom back at camp. maybe he would help her.

[size=7pt]"and the world's going to know my name."[/size]

[size=36pt]edgarpoe[/size]

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[size=7pt]"i walk this empty street."[/size]

edgarpoe && bloodclan && male && medium && no kill && no capture && fighting;; open

[ permission to use power to manipulate emotions? ]

edgarpoe watched the bloodshead. maybe in a few moments his own blood will be splattered on the ground. but for now, he watched it like it was a cinema. all the fighting, all the terror in some eyes, and the ambisiousness in others. it was a true sight to see. usually edgarpoe arrived to these battles to watch what cats have desided to put themselves in. in the possition of being tormented by bloodclan. so pithetic

[size=7pt]"on the boulevard of broken dreams."[/size]