WE'VE GOT GUNS HIDDEN UNDER OUR PETTICOATS // sunclan raid!

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][size=8][font=georgia]The tomcat still wasn't too comfortable with raids, but they had been an anti-clan for quite a while now, and Magni knew he was going t have to get used to it. So, only glancing over his shoulder once to see if his clanmates were following, the deputy padded on, the HawkClan scent mingled with that of the SunClanners. Only recently, the tomcat had had gotten a sh*tload of powers, and he was quite anxious to try them out. Standing tall and squaring his shouders, Magni looked as powerful and authoritative as always as his voice split through the air when he spoke. "SunClan, attack!"

    Magnapaw followed not far behind her father, charging into HawkClan's territory. She intended to do better than the last set of raids. Hopefully, if she captured enough cats, she would get noticed by Permafrost.

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    MACCHI N' SNOWDROP[/fancypost]
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    /Lame track post. Capture if you are able to, Macchi's a strong wolf despite her shyness cx


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    [size=8]Macchi smelled the stench of her former clan nearby, and her scruff spiked up in anger. Growling, her maw split open to reveal sharp ivories as she slowly and softly crept toward the Sunclanners.
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    [size=36pt]Akhenaten♛[/size]


    [size=7pt][glow=black,2,300]I’ve come too far to see the end now
    Even if my way is wrong
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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; width: 425px; height: 150px; overflow: auto; padding: 4px; font: 10px georgia; color: black; text-align: left;] Another raid. This time from Sunclan, it seemed. The thing wad, the Shaman wanted to be in two very different places at once. One was his den, to protect his herbs getting stolen.as that haf been the very obvious target for the Scarclanners our the nursery to make sure non of those anti-clanners so muchas glanced at his children.


    Because this time he didn't have a pregnant girlfriend to worry about, he also had the little balls of fluff that haf too much courage than was good for them. He wouldn't put it past Wolfkit to join in the 'fun' of fending off the raiders. And that was something he could not allow, as it would be likely that his son would be captured


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    Akhenaten || Eurasion lynx || Shaman of Hawkclan || no powers || Medium || no kill/capture/seriouslyinjure || put text in orange if intetacting[/fancypost]

    Stepping out of invisibility next to Maccihato, Silverstrike pulled back her lips, revealing long, sharp canines. The massive she wolf took a step forward, challenging the intruders nearer. Her neck fur was spiked up, making the canine seem even larger. Taking a momentary glance upwards, the muscular silver she wolf checked to make sure Neroik was in place above.


    Letting out a harsh screech, a massive hawk spiraled above the soon to be battleground, keeping a sharp amber eye on Silverstrike. From wing tip to wingtip he was ten tail lengths long, a true behemoth in the avian world.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 350px;][justify][size=7pt]"What the hell.."


    SunClan was attacking them? She'd lived in that clan for a few days, yes, but she didn't feel any allegiance to that clan at all whatsoever. But, why HawkClan? HawkClan hadn't exactly, you know, done anything. That she was aware of. If her children made a move to try and enter the battle, they would not only have to deal with a bunch of SunClan warriors, but they'd also have to deal with the wrath of an angry Quinn. With her blonde hued fur bristling and her hazel eyes narrowed to slits, the eleven moon old Viceroy slunk up beside Silverstrike and Macchi, lips pulled back in a snarl.

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    What absolute b*stards they were! Though Noirstar knew well of SunClan's recent change to Anti-Clan, he still didn't expect the group to go so far as to attack them; they had been allies in the past - rather close allies - and the tuxedo was sure no HawkClanner had ever done any harm to them directly. This violent act was horribly sudden, yes, and why SunClan had skipped the line of peaceful neutrality over to being enemies was beyond him. If you were to ask HawkClan's black-and-white Monarch, starting all of these fights was rather stupid. He had always thought of Permafrost as a wise leader, but he was seriously starting to doubt that. Sending good knights into needless battles and driving down the herb stock probably wasn't too advisable. Besides, this attack would most likely set HawkClan to war with SunClan - did the alabaster Lord really want another enemy?


    [color=black]"You really should reconsider." Noirstar muttered in a barely audible tone, stepping up to a position at the side of the three HawkClanners. Oh well, a good time as any to try out some new abilities he had acquired, yes? With that, he waited for an attacker. He really wasn't into the whole going up and getting into someone's face idea.

    ( tumultdusk - hawkclan deputy - no kill/capture - label name in orange )


    Tumultdusk hated battles, but he did like the feeling of satisfaction that bubbled up in him when he sent an enemy off with second thoughts and wounds that wouldn't be forgotten quickly. The deputy sighed, waiting for a cat to target him. He'd been to enough battles to know that warriors typically targeted high positions.

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    I am an American girl, I was raised by a television


    Sita charged into battle beside her Clanmates, eager to put her fighting skills to good use.


    //track post, tags in signature


    Every day is a competition, put the key in my ignition


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    nightpaw, squire/agent, sunclan, hard, put name in green


    nightpaw was simply following his usual strategy, which he had used in raids previous to this one. he stayed back in the crowd of sunclanners, trying his best not to get noticed so that he could slip away and almost seem to melt into the shadows around him. this skill had been perfected and set to good use long before, part of his training as an agent that he assigned to himself, and it was very useful, especially with his black fur. he stared out at the hawkclanners from the side, wondering why no one seemed to be making the first move yet. he usually jumped into the fray afterwards and took some proclanner by complete surprise. he had made many a capture even if he was only a squire, and he had trained hard and learned from other battles. it would not be wise to underestimate him simply because he looked young.
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    Another raid. Shit.


    Dacnomaniacalpaw lashed her tail as she stood outside of the medicine den, her sharp, hard amber eyes locked onto the incoming SunClanners. Their Clan was pathetic--did they really have to sink so low as to become an anti-Clan? Honestly--before she had become friends with Akhenaten--she had actually considered leaving HawkClan for an anti-Clan, as her Clan seemed too wimpy for her and an anti-clan would provide a challenge for her. But now . . . now, she had something to stay for. Her best friend. Her new position as Aristocrat. And, as cliché as it sounded, her Clan. She was too attached to HawkClan to leave now. Too attached to let SunClan, the wannabe anti-, raid so soon after ScarClan.


    Unsheathing her obsidian-colored claws, the dark silver tabby waited for any SunClanner to dare get past her.


    [dacnomaniacalpaw ; hawkclan ; aristocrat ; the sight, super senses, and telepathy ; no kill ; ask for capture]

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    Really? What did they every do to deserve this? Honestly, Pepp really hated fighting and now, SunClan were asking for it. She was a healer helper, not a fighter. Yet, that didn't mean she wasn't involved with the clan's politics and didn't even know why SunClan had attacked. Was it a stupid, mindless move? H*ll yeah it was, and now Pepperpaw held low respect for the once pro-clan group. The tall, slender wolf sped over to stand beside her father, Noirstar and pulled her lips into a snarl, ready to defend HawkClan.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px dashed white; width: 400px; text-align: justify][font=verdana]The cream mink dashed ahead, his eyes locked on Pepperpaw. His copper optics narrowed as he aimed to tackle the delicate she-cat with a hiss and lash of his striped tail.

    " Create a defense line!! Don't let them break away deeper to cause any real damage!!" the Tidal snarled as he thundered into the scene with his long ivory claws unsheathed and teeth bared for blood. He wasn't sure if his peers would get offended by his sudden orders, but despite being demoted- once from young age and the other for inactivity- he still held the burning flame within his chest to voice what needed to be done and hopefully no one would grow a freaking attitude just because he did it. The muscular tabby would then search for an opponent. If he didn't shot one, he would waste no time to aid another member to drive then back.

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    [size=8]Macchi heard Tigerroar's order's and loped to the brunt of the raid, in front of the Sunclanners, her golden gaze daring anyone to come and fight her. The she-wolf bared her teeth still and growled loudly, her nails scraping the ground beneath her.
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    The massive she wolf nodded to Tigerroar, surprised he was still issuing commands. Forming a line along with her other Clanmates, Silverstrike stuck out her foot, aiming to trip the feline that was blindly racing for Pepperpaw. She longed to let lose a bone chilling howl, but that would have left her throat open for attack.

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    [font=georgia][i]"La, la, la, la~ I forgot the lyrics!"
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    [justify][font=georgia]Lovina crawled towards the attackers, her amber eyes narrowed at the anti-clan's attack. The apprentice readied herself, waiting for an idiotic animal to attack her.