OOC:
Marshwren - NightClan - Out of battle.
Barnswallow - NightClan - Stormspirit, open to kill cats
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Whippoorwill - RiverClan - Sabrestar
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Sabreslash - SunClan - Open
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Staunton - BHR - Wolfsong, open to kill cats
Dahlgren - BHR - Open
Roanoke - BHR - Iceflame, Ripplesplash
Fauquier - BHR - Open for treating wounds
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Twobirds - ToMS - Open to be killed (don't auto-kill), Ripplesplash
Coaxingwinds - ToMS - Russetsoul
All cats except for Twobirds are no-kill, please, though severe injuries may be given IC-wise.
IC:
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WolfSong ducked and weaved to avoid the slashes, and darted to the side when he aimed to tackle her, as he ran past her, she propelled herself forward aiming to with outstretched forelegs claws extended to bury themselves in his side.
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IceFlame snatched her leg away as RippleSplash came up beside her.
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StormSpirit backed away trying to prepare for the next attack.
Staunton leaped over her paws quickly, turning around as he landed and aiming a bite for her neck, his claws aiming slashes to go vertically down her flanks.
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Roanoke growled, aiming a swipe of his claws for Ripplesplash's face while glaring at Iceflame.
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Barnswallow would not give any time for Stormspirit, and she immediately tried to bowl the other she-cat over.
Panther glanced between the cats: the queen, who had regained herself and was now speaking; the mysterious healer, who had agreed to help some of the cats, and the fighting cats in the clearing. His fur began to stand on end. It was as he had supposed in the beginning, this was not where he belonged. This fight was not his. "Yes..." he meowed uncertaintly, taking a slight step back and dipping his head to the cats, "you're right. This is not my battle, anyway. I hope you heal well, and I wish you all luck with your confrontation." were his final words. He raised his head, green eyes glinting, then turned and padded deeper into the woods. After taking a few pawsteps he moved into a lope, eventually leaving the other cats far behind and leaving Shadowclan territory altogether.
Marshwren watched the loner leave, half-sighing, half-groaning. She accepted Fauquier's offer of poppy gratefully, and she took the herb, beginning to chew it.
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Sabreslash growled; a lynx couldn't take care of a smallcat! He rushed in from the side, aiming to barrel Lionheart over. There were more important cats for the Canadian Lynx to be attacking.
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Twobirds padded in, growling and lunging for Ripplesplash.
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Coaxing spotted Russetsoul, and the she-cat rushed forward to try to land on his back.
