Corruption, Freedom, and Blood (Battle thread, open only to previous post-ers)

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    ((Simra doesn't know that. X3))


    Simra continued to charge, her eyes locked onto the Shadepaw.

    Simra swiftly dodged, she was behind the tom now. Smiling, her yellowing teeth showing, she lunged to land on the toms back.

    Stonemaw sighed and looked around the camp at the carnage. The scent of Thunderclan lingered, and it had clung on a couple of the cats he'd been near in the fight. His heart ached. Shadowclan could not maintain its grasp on Thunderclan long.


    He padded out of the camp, sniffing for the marsh bird he'd been about to bring to the freshkill pile. Ah, there it was. As he bent to pick it up, a yowl echoed through the territory. He paused, his mouth an inch from his kill. Should he check on it? He sighed. It could be more trouble.


    Leaving his prey, he ran in the direction of the noise and saw the she-cat attacking Shadepaw. Stonemaw didn't know whether to fear for the apprentice more, or for her. He charged and leaped, hoping to knock her out of the air.

    Simra gave one quick glance to Stonemaw and forced herself to the ground. Yes, she avoided Shadepaw, but she had a bigger prize now. Arching her back, she jumped from the tom, and aimed to pummel his flank with her hind paws.

    The agile she-cat had managed to move herself out from Stonemaw's trajectory, but he didn't have nearly the same control. He hissed as he felt her claws against him and used his forepaws to pull himself further forward, clearing her and spinning quickly to avoid being attacked blind.


    He stood, legs spread to give himself a wider center of gravity as he eyed the female. Hers wasn't a pretty face, making him think she probably had considerable experience in battle. "Are you part of the attack on our clan?" he demanded. "Whether you are or not, you stay away from that apprentice. He's blood-hungry, and doesn't abide by the Warrior Code." His voice lowered in a growl. "And I'd caution you to think twice about continuing with me either."

    ((... She only has a scar across her shoulder.... No where else....))


    Simra snarled, her yellow eyes gleaming. "Why yes, yes I was. But to tell the truth, I've killed dozens of cats, so I'm not scared of a blood hungry apprentice, in matter of fact, he's the kind of cat I would offer a spot to in our group." She snarled, aiming to charge, and slam into StoneMaw while he was busy contemplating life.

    ((What about her left eye and fang? I hope I didn't mix up her bio with some other cat's.))


    Stonemaw knew better than to philosophize in the middle of battle. He rolled to the right, springing to his paws again, claws extended as he tried to rake the side of the passing female. "Can't say I didn't warn you," he answered.

    ((Nope, she has no scar except for one across her shoulder))


    Simra leaped as the tom rolled, this way, she avoided claws. Landing just a bit ahead, she aimed to slam into him again, while he was still rolling.

    ((Hmm. Must've healed since she was created, then. But she is blind in the left eye, right? Still keeps it closed, still has the fang? Source link.))


    Stonemaw didn't attempt to dodge this time, already sturdily on his paws. Instead, he charged straight for her, trying to wrap his paws and claws around her head to create long, deep wounds on the back of her skull and neck. His eyes flicked as another cat with the scent of Windclan entered the scene. What were they doing on Shadowclan territory? He'd have to deal with it later; the black rogue was the bigger threat.

    Hailpaw (Shadowclan) looked around for someone to fight. His blue eyes scanned the clearing.

    Dewfur(windclan)looked around for someone to fight.

    Wildthorn's sharp ears heard cats screeching and yowling from the camp. What else could it be but another fight? The fierce ShadowClan warrior's ears teitched in excitement. A fight? They could count her in! She unsheathed her claws and indulged herself in a moment of anticipation and excitement. The one thing Wildthorn loved the most, or maybe the only thing she even loved at all, was a battle. Yowling a battle cry, she streaked off, claws still unsheathed, jumping into the chaos of the battle.


    Crookedstripe had also heard cats fighting in the territory. However, he reacted much differently than Wildthorn. Crookedstripe sighed. Couldn't they ever give him a break. The answer, apparently was no. He headed to the battle behind Wildthorn, however, he did so much more slowly and quietly. The ShadowClan warrior was bent on sneaking up on an enemy cat and taking them down much more discreetly.


    Swiftsparrow knew she had arrived late for the battle. After all, not much news reaches you when you're shut up in the nlnursery, expected to take care of your kits but not do much else. Well, Iriskit and Tawnykit were old enough to be left alone for a time now, and Swiftsparrow didn't see why her kits should get in the way of her warrior duties. She knew that her fighting skills would be rusty, but she figured she would be fine. Thankfully, the ThunderClan she-cat heard fighting up ahead, so she knew she couldn't be too late to cause a little damage to ShadowClan.