More Anger Monkeys(Battle, Open)

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    Flattening their ears, Cloverlash and Liquidshatter followed suit, springing for outmatched Autumn. It was if they had declared Silvermask as their new leader, but at the moment it didn't matter.

    ooc: Anything can happen to Badgerpaw except getting killed I do not need her killed at the moment.


    ic: Badgerpaw looked around at the raging battle. She couldn't tell who was friend and who was foe so she spun around as she ran into battle. She recognized the scent slightly. it was elite so at least she knew who her foe was. Her one blue and one green eye scanned the area trying to tell who was elite and who was clanmate she was a somewhat new apprentice still and didn't know all of her clan mates after all.

    "Hold them back..." Hissed Reedtongue, amber eyes ablaze, tail lashing. Her hackles were up to their full extent and so many angers burned in her eyes - not just at the intrusion, but at everything that had happened to her. She had been so mistreated as an Apprentice, and yet it was still her fault. "Get out of here you snake-hearted weasels!" she spat with a hiss. Joining her ally, Silvermask, she leapt round to the newcomer's back - a double attack.

    The brown and cream warrior kept her teeth fastened in Frostberry's neck. This stupid clan cat deserved to die, she was an embarrasment to the cat species. Clan cat's were an embarrasment to the cat species them selves. They all deserved to die! Pure anger and andrenaline pulsed through her and she aimed to dig her claws into the RiverClan she-cat's shoulders.

    Waterkit ran out of the nursery. She heard her uncles name. " Godfrey? " She called, he didn't know he was her uncle. She hadn't known he was in the Elite, but it didn't matter.



    Godfrey heard his name, he ran towards the little kit that had called him. " Who are you and how do you know my name!" He yelled.


    Waterkit starred at him. " You know, your sister Rek is my grandmother. And her daughter Tidemoon is my mother." She explained to the Elite cat.


    Godfrey looked astonished. " She didn't have a daughter! " He yowled at the kit and scratched her paw and ran off.

    .:.Buttercream Jenkins.:. wrote:


    Godfrey jumped at Ivypetal, aiming for her neck.


    Ivypetal dodged the attack by jumping to the side and narrowing her eyes. "You asked for it!" Cried the calico she-cat as she lunged back at him, claws extended.

    Frostberry shivered as she took her last breath. Her snow white flank stopped rising and falling, and her blue eyes closed completely.

    Frostberry, the 39 moon old she-cat, was dead.

    Scar purred and let out a yowl of triumph. He leapt at Silvermask, trying to sink his teeth into the cat's flesh. He needed more blood to be happy.

    Godfrey dodged by flattening himself to the ground, then tried to slip away.

    Sakuya was a little late, but who cares? She made it, her chocolate eyes spotted Ivypetal and she growled. Riverclan cats were going to die today. The large savannah bunched up her haunches and aimed to get on the smallcat's back.


    --Elite | Open | Hard | No-kill

    Sarena wrote:


    The brown and cream warrior kept her teeth fastened in Frostberry's neck. This stupid clan cat deserved to die, she was an embarrasment to the cat species. Clan cat's were an embarrasment to the cat species them selves. They all deserved to die! Pure anger and andrenaline pulsed through her and she aimed to dig her claws into the RiverClan she-cat's shoulders.


    It was then that Drizzleblow broke. She certainly wasn't going to let a Clanmate die unhonored beneath the fangs of these cruel-hearted Elite cats. They would pay!


    With a furious battle cry beyond her usual, she darted down from the camp entrance and sprang for the Elite cat.

    Bluebird stopped. She moved side-to-side, looking for an open Riverclan cat to attack. She spotted Ivypetal. In a stride, she reached the cat. Her claws attempted to rake down her shoulder.

    Silvermask leapt nimbly to the side and brought her other paw speeding through the air, aiming to slash at Scar's cheek.

    "No so fast!" Ivypetal hissed and raced after him, aiming to leap on his back.

    Eveningsky had been crouching amidst the reed beds, copper gaze staring intently at a water vole a mere mouse-length before him, when the air suddenly split into battle hungry screeches. The deputy's mottled fur lifted alone his spine in alarm, but immediately he knew what was going on. His Clan was being attacked!


    Shooting to his paws the tom surged forward, the euphoria of battle rushing through his veins. He was yet to reach the camp, but he could already feel his thorn-sharp claws sinking into the pelt of whatever enemy was attacking. So young, but already the deputy of RiverClan, Eveningsky was desperate to prove that Cougarstar had chosen well. Though dozens of warriors had surged forward to praise him on his deputyship, Eveningsky was still uncertain that they were unsure of his ability.


    His black-and-ginger form charged into camp, fur completely lifted on his body and making him seem like he was ten times the size he actually was. Upon first entering the camp he wasn't sure of who had attacked. The only thing he could scent was blood and the intermingled scent of two different groups. Moments passed, and finally the scent of the Elite flooded his nostrils. Snarling in rage, Eveningsky began to look around for an opponent, claws unsheathing and flexing instinctively.

    Changing direction at the last second, Reedtongue leapt infront of an Elite Cat's(bluebird) line of attack, a snarl on her twisted, scarred silver-tabby face.

    Lunarstrike was the only one left at the entrance. Excitedly she raced over to assist Ivypetal -- she was sure she knew who was foe and who was friend. She had no choice other than to fight.

    Scar hissed, he hadn't gotten enough blood out of this cat. He jumped off and tried to slide under the warrior's underbelly. He tried to unbalence her by trying to rake his claws through her belly flesh.

    Riverclaw
    Warrior of Riverclan.


    Riverclaw burst through the bushes and saw a fellow clan-mate fighting with one of the foul Elite scum. The large tabby spotted tom yowled and leaped at Scar, Riverclaw splayed his paws and claws outstretched. Hoping to knock Scar away from the she-cat named Silvermask, the tom had chosen to come straight from behind the Elite tom trying to sink his claws into the she-cat's belly.

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