ELLEN IS DEAD. (open)

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    >Mufasa-Stone
    Furnaceheat-Roanoke
    Hamiria-open
    Sarabi-open
    Huruma-open
    Anakin-lynx-Sabre


    Zira-Hardclaw
    Chumvi-Sapience
    Tesla-Fleetingthunder


    Elixor-
    Jumpstart-talking to Flamewing
    Angus-Camo
    Travis-
    Luna-
    Brutus-Hardclaw
    Takara


    "Surely you can do better than that, gutsy?" Angus laughed. He gave a swift nod at Spotsylvania and did a quick lunge at Camo, aiming to claw her shoulder to the bone. A manic light glinted in his eyes.


    Hearing Misora's request, Sarabi dislatched from her own engagement with an anti-Clanner and rushed over to the she-cat.


    "Then run away," Chumvi laughed, moving closer. He had a feral look stamped on his features.


    "Stop running!" Brutus snarled. He skidded a bit on the hard packed dirt, but regained his footing, ready for Hardclaw's attack.


    There was a rushing sound, and Furnaceheat was knocked over. The flame point struggled back to his four paws and slashed at Roanoke, his eyes narrowed with battle lust.


    And there was the traitor. A roar ripped out of his throat as Anakin twisted around to face Sabre, his blue eyes narrowed with rage. The lynx lunged, aiming to pin Sabre down to the ground and force him out of SunClan.


    Mufasa's head jerked upwards at the sound of the tom's voice. A glint of metal flashed in the light. A sabre's tooth. No way that Sabretooth would get his leader's position even if it was StarClan's will. With a snarl, the Maine Coon lunged up towards the holder. Any cat wanting the disgraced medicine cat to be leader would be deemed traitor in his mind.

    Growling with annoyance, Still tried to give his prisoner a hard hit to the head. Teach her to call out.

    Jelani stretched, then started on the walk. "Cheer up." he told Tapdance warmly. "You haven't been condemned. The city's an interesting place, and if you get tired I'll carry you. Probably also across the roads." he meowed to her. He wasn't idiotic, but trying to be nice. For some reason people expected servals to be mean. That wasn't true for all of them. Size was strength and speed, but not personality.

    (http://warriorcatsrpg.com/the-…-open-160945.new.html#new)

    Sienna eyes' widened. "Daddy? Where are you going? I want you to stay!" The torbie she-kit whined, her eyes beginning to glisten with tiny tears.

    Breezepelt shrugged, or at least tried to, "Well, I'm just saying my opinion... I'll shut up if you want..." was her reply.

    Kelly Clarkson felt her scruff grabbed. she yowled, "HELP!! I need help; anyone! Please!"

    OOC:


    BHR: Dahlgren (medium, open), Roanoke (medium, Furnaceheat), Staunton (very hard, Rorschach).


    ToMS: Pendulum (serval, very hard, Rotan-Redom, Rukia), Anti (medium, Anakin), Gentlebreeze (easy-medium, open for healing basic wounds, is an ex-SunClanner)


    DP: Spotsylvania (F1 bobcat hybrid, medium, Camo), Occoquan (F2 bobcat hybrid, medium, Breezepelt)


    SuC: Flamewing (medium-hard, Jumpstart), Hardclaw (medium, Zira), Fleetingthunder (medium, Tesla), Misora (medium-easy, captured), Tapdance (medium-easy, captured), Sapience (easy, Chumvi)


    IC: "There's no hope for you now," growled Dahlgren, making off for the camp entrance with her.
    -----
    Misora breathed in to call out, but her head slammed against a hard surface, and she instantly blacked out, falling limp.


    Of course, Sarabi was there - maybe there would be hope for her yet.
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    Tapdance nodded solemnly as she trailed along; she was a slave now regardless.
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    "Come to defy the will of StarClan?" the holder meowed. Mm, that would make a brilliant nickname. And there was a reason, yes, his name would not be revealed again just yet. The tabby leaped down, yellow eyes gleaming.
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    Roanoke backed up as claws went down a side of his face. He bared his teeth, lashing his tail furiously, lunging in to try and rake claws down the other tom's leg.
    -----
    Hardclaw let out a hiss, and to Huruma. "Want to help drive this cat off?" he called.
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    Sapience hesitated, backing up for the main entrance. "But...." She looked around; it was a tight battle, yet the antiClans seemed to be winning so far, actually. How many cats were now abducted, and who couldn't she see who was in the battle earlier for SunClan? Just go! She spun around, rushing for the camp entrance.
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    Pendulum twisted his head away from the claws, using the new attack as an opportunity to slip out of Rotan's grip, using his hind claws, which had been working as a tree-cutter would, as propellers to shove himself out of the grip. At the least, he would try to.

    Kelly clarkson spat, "let me go; I was just leaving!!" She hissed. The siamese was always smaller than the other cats; but usually got away without a problem.

    Crescentmoon watched silently. It was kind of boring around Sunclan, even when others were doing some odd things around here. But then again, we are all kittypets, so we are obviously doing odd thngs, she pointed out inwardly. The black she-cat hated this clan. The only reason she was still here was because her family was.

    OOC:


    BHR: Dahlgren (medium, open), Roanoke (medium, Furnaceheat), Staunton (very hard, Rorschach).


    ToMS: Pendulum (serval, very hard, Rotan-Redom, Rukia), Anti (medium, Anakin), Gentlebreeze (easy-medium, open for healing basic wounds, is an ex-SunClanner)


    DP: Spotsylvania (F1 bobcat hybrid, medium, Camo), Occoquan (F2 bobcat hybrid, medium, Breezepelt)


    SuC: Flamewing (medium-hard, Jumpstart), Hardclaw (medium, Zira), Fleetingthunder (medium, Tesla), Misora (medium-easy, captured)


    IC: Dahlgren hastened his pace, and got out of camp and away. The prima donna would not get her way, and he wanted to humble her, per say. "Ever had kits before?" he growled. "Shut up or I'll give you some right now."

    She shut up, still angry. The she-cat bristled and hissed.



    Occ: lol "prima dona" so true

    { Sienna - Tribe of Walking Secrets - Kit - No kill/fighting - Sabre X Rosha kit - Open for capture! }


    The little torbie kit's wide yellow green eyes gazed around, hiding behind Sabre.

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    >Mufasa-Stone
    Furnaceheat-Roanoke
    Hamiria-open
    Sarabi-open
    Huruma-Brutus
    Anakin-lynx-Sabre


    Zira-Hardclaw
    Chumvi-Sapience
    Tesla-Fleetingthunder


    Elixor-
    Jumpstart-talking to Flamewing
    Angus-Camo
    Travis-
    Luna-
    Brutus-Hardclaw
    Takara


    Furnaceheat's yowl sounded as claws penetrated the skin and tore through flesh. He lashed out with both back legs, hoping to catch Roanoke in the face.


    Brutus hissed a bit as Hardclaw turned to call reinforcements. There was no way he could stand against two cats...maybe just one. The black caracal cub was knocked over as Huruma answered the older tom with a barrel into the cub's side.

    Rukia launched himself at Pendulum's back. While the caracal was shorter, and younger than his opponent, he was stockier, and heavier built. He aimed his claws for the back of the neck, the best he could.

    OOC:


    BHR: Dahlgren (medium, open), Roanoke (medium, Furnaceheat), Staunton (very hard, Rorschach).


    ToMS: Pendulum (serval, very hard, Rotan-Redom, Rukia), Anti (medium, Anakin), Gentlebreeze (easy-medium, open for healing basic wounds, is an ex-SunClanner)


    DP: Spotsylvania (F1 bobcat hybrid, medium, Camo), Occoquan (F2 bobcat hybrid, medium, Breezepelt)


    SuC: Flamewing (medium-hard, Jumpstart), Hardclaw (medium, Zira), Fleetingthunder (medium, Tesla), Misora (medium-easy, captured)


    IC: If he had been hit in the face with front claws, then the other tom was on his back now if he were using hind legs. Roanoke moved to the side, aiming claws for the other cat's belly.
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    Hardclaw was just about recovered from his daze now, and leaped for Brutus, snarling viciously.
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    If Rukia was going by weight, even the stocky caracal would be short on that. Servals and caracals had the same weight range.


    Pendulum whipped around, knowing Rukia was still around from the previous attempted attack. Baring his teeth, he sidestepped and aimed a swift blow to his head as he leaped, followed by a lunge to try and bowl the younger cat over.

    Rotan Redom found Pendulum had escaped his grip, and sent a wayward swat at Dacru, who was merely a nuisance as he focused on the serval deputy, whom Rukia was now battling. As the caracal was subject to the wildcat's attack, Rotan-Redom leapt from the back, hoping to land on Pendulum's back and flatten him with his weight, his claws flexed to try and grab hold of his sides.


    Rorschach was jerked out of his furious stupor as Staunton grabbed his scruff - he was no kit, and the instincts had long been subdued since his youth. He rolled in his skin, efficiently keeping himself out of Freedom's reach, and focused on trying to scratch out the Blackheart's eye with his nearest paw, which was swinging up as he was braced on his side, fueled by his desperation - he had to get away, to take off after the cat that had ruined him, to destroy her and everything she stood for. Philadelphia had to die by his claws.