there's no escape // BLOODCLAN RAID

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The domestic feline still couldn't say that she liked how they were drawn into fighting with DarkClan, but she could agree that they had mutual enemies. The riverguard, if she had any lingering doubts, simply thought of this as a preemptive strike at their enemies. And, perhaps, revenge for their captured members.

Water swirled around her, only a few gallons or so, but enough to make fighting easier so she wouldn't have to pull liquid from her surroundings. Spotting Madpaw, she added her power to Saintsday's attack. Snarl written clear across her face, she sent a water whip at him, aiming to strike him across the face.
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Madpaw was a little startled when Saintskit made the glass appear out of thin air, but it really wasn’t that unusual. Conjuring was fairly normal, even back home. What shocked him was the water. That couldn’t be conjuring – though it was only a few gallons, it seemed like there was so much of it. And, before he knew it, all of it was headed toward him. He managed to avoid most of the glass, though some of it left scratches on his flank.

By doing this, however, he put himself right into the whip’s path. The impact sent him toppling onto the ground with a yelp – "Ow!" – followed by a number of smaller, quieter "ow"s.

Nobody had ever hurt him before. No one had ever even noticed him before in a raid. Now, both had happened, and he was still reeling. Getting up, he stared at his opponents, clearly dumbfounded. Then he charged toward Saintskit, aiming to knock her off-balance. It was a lame attack, but it was the best he could do. Coffeepaw had the water. There was no way Mad was risking that just yet. His face still stung.

[spoiler=MOBILE TAGS][font=arial]INFORMATION △
madpaw | colouredclan captain & apprentice | loyalist | seven months | cisgender male (he/him pronouns) | blisterpack tennant x npc (does not know about/carry tennant name) | brother of alexander hamilton, hiddenpaw, and parispaw | asexual homoromantic | single | mentored by nighttales | sharing body with a spirit named leaderpaw (speaks in #9096D1; name unknown)

INTERACTION △
physically super easy | mentally super easy | no kill or severe/permanent injury | pm for capture | attack in #AA99AA
• no combat experience
• will not capture or torture opponents
• character bond (leaderpaw, undiscovered)

APPEARANCE △
domestic cat | mixed breed | very small for his age, very fluffy | white solid | three light blue eyes | third eye never blinks
• no current injuries
• body reference & eyes reference

PERSONALITY △
adventurous | cheerful | childish | curious | empathetic | enthusiastic | forgetful | forgiving | hasty | impulsive | obedient | talkative | will give stupid nicknames
• all opinions are ic only

OTHER △
cannot read or write | sharing a house with ephemeralpaw | inactive on tuesdays | always open to plots | biography | heart chart & opinions | playlist | plotting thread

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Seeing that the apprentice went for the DarkClanner, who looked so much like a child the riverguard simply assumed she was a child, rage shot through her body. Her mind flashed back to how Athena and the other riverguards acted, and how she, herself, felt about morality. Children were never supposed to be hurt.

But Saintskit was too far away for her to physically block. Still, she had her water, and that had to be enough.

Quickly moving, Coffeepaw bent the water around herself just before she sent a chunk flying towards Madpaw. Narrowing her eyes in concentration, the feline turned the water into ice. So now her opponent had a chunk of ice, about the size of a baseball, flying towards his head.
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[spoiler=MOBILE TAGS.][color=thistle]INFORMATION
reyna avila ramirez-arellano atreides-harbringer › based off reyna avila ramirez-arellano from heroes of olympus › commonly called reyna › around sixty-three moons old › the vocatus › general (deputy) › former goddess (leader) › female › heterosexual-romantic › single › no crush › no apprentice › ciel harbringer xx npc › serval › demigoddess › daughter of bellona, goddess of war › #praetorreyna

[color=thistle]BATTLE TAGS
physically extreme › mentally very hard › no kill › ask for capture, torture, other › pm for plots › attack in [size=1][color=thistle]THISTLE[/size] › will capture › will kill / torture with reason

[color=thistle]POWERS && BODIES
absorption of spirits › pelt manipulation › eye color manipulation › flower prints › afterlife communication › conjuration › flavor manipulation › invisibility › soundwave manipulation › scent manipulation › molecular manipulation › memory manipulation › emotion manipulation › super senses › x-ray vision › heat vision › telepathy › shapeshifting (serval, mare, eagle)

[sub][size=1]last names: atreides-harbringer
all ic opinions; apologies in advance if anyone is offended.

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Alcides was a little slow in responding to the male's attack, falling easily victim to his move and being knocked aside like a ragdoll. A serval, okay, I can take that, he thought, sizing up his new found opponent. He stood once again, on briefly shaky legs, and charged at Frightfur in much the same manner, leaping with paws outstretched as he attempted to hook his claws into the other's flank.

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The corners of the serval's eyes lifted in satisfaction at the attack taken by his opponent and he was already planning a successive attack as the Darkclan officer began to get back to his paws once more. He noted the shakiness of the other's stance for a moment. Whether it was just nerves or real weakness, the bionic beast could not yet tell. Next, he saw the attack coming and he began to move but he wasn't fast enough.

The injury to his left thigh he had received a week ago was soo painful and it compromised his movements even now. He knew he was injured before coming into the raid, but would be taking no orders from anyone when it came to telling him what to do and when. It had been his own obligation to attend. The alabaster feline claws raked his flank and held and the serval's breath halted and he grit his teeth, candy cigarette snapping in two (one half now falling to the ground). He did the quickest thing he could think of to get the other guy off, Fright set his weight on his metallic forelegs and bucked, kicking out with his hind legs in hopes of coming in contact with the face, shoulder, or arms of his opponent and free him from the gripping hold he had in his skin and fur.

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The tiny cuts on his flank were bleeding. Just scratches.

Ducking again, Madpaw found himself shaking; the ice, flying close enough that he could hear it, barely missed him. He wouldn’t turn his back on Coffeepaw again. She smelled kind of like fish – like Aspenkit, way back when Madpaw had visited RiverClan on his own. Ugh. He couldn't very well try to knock Saintskit down again. Instead, he (quite stupidly) broke into a run again, this time aiming for Coffeepaw.

What would he do even if he did (by a miracle) knock her down? Heck. It wasn't as if he knew.

[spoiler=MOBILE TAGS][font=arial]INFORMATION △
madpaw | colouredclan captain & apprentice | loyalist | seven months | cisgender male (he/him pronouns) | blisterpack tennant x npc (does not know about/carry tennant name) | brother of alexander hamilton, hiddenpaw, and parispaw | asexual homoromantic | single | mentored by nighttales

INTERACTION △
physically super easy | mentally super easy | no kill or severe/permanent injury | pm for capture | attack in #AA99AA
• very little combat experience
• will not capture or torture opponents
• character bond (leaderpaw, undiscovered)

APPEARANCE △
domestic cat | mixed breed | very small for his age, very fluffy | white solid | three light blue eyes | third eye never blinks
• current injuries: small scratches on left flank (untreated)
• body reference & eyes reference

PERSONALITY △
adventurous | cheerful | childish | curious | empathetic | enthusiastic | forgetful | forgiving | hasty | impulsive | obedient | talkative | will give stupid nicknames
• all opinions are ic only

OTHER △
sharing body with a spirit named leaderpaw (speaks in #9096D1; name unknown) | cannot read or write | sharing a house with ephemeralpaw | inactive on tuesdays | always open to plots | biography | heart chart & opinions | playlist | plotting thread

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Now she was confused, her blue eyes gleaming with her puzzlement as she tried to figure out what this ColouredClanner thought he was doing. It was obvious by his earlier attempts at combat just how out of his element he was; what was he doing, just charging her like this? Even so, she calculated that it would be best to allow him to close proximity, so she could better prevent him from going after another DarkClan child, like how he'd tried to take down Saintskit.

Softly grunting as he slammed into her body, the riverguard then stopped being passive and resumed the combat, now that she had him. Slippery as a fish, the moment her back hit the ground, she was already ready with her counterattack plan. Turning invisible, just so he wouldn't see exactly where her attacks were aimed at, she attempted to clobber the side of his muzzle with a jab from her left paw, claws unsheathed. Perhaps it was a bit vindictive of her, but she wanted to scar him, remind him not to mess with her or hers if they ever met again.

The water in the air swirled, but she didn't have enough stamina to call upon her powers for another strike so shortly after the previous two. Even so, she didn't find herself bothered by or scared. Her enemy was roughly the same size as herself and obviously lacking the experience she had.

Her mind was not a turbulent storm, despite her usual state of worry; she was confident she would walk out of this battle just fine, if not the victor. Maybe that made the riverguard confident, but this was the first time in a long while where she truly believed in herself and her abilities.
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Abruptly, Coffeepaw vanished. Her scent still stood out, too close to ignore, but he’d been caught off guard again. There was another power he didn’t know: invisibility. Without any way around it, Madpaw was left to stand there, staring blankly at where Coffeepaw had been. Yuri could teleport – maybe she could, too? Or maybe it was something else. He hadn’t been expecting the water, either, so...what did that mean?

Apparently, it meant a new set of wounds right across his muzzle, the types of wounds that could scar.

He’d thought the tiny scratches from the glass had hurt, but this was a world apart from those. Madpaw's head snapped to the side from the impact; his eyes were watering. Yep, he was definitely bleeding now. Forget cowardice, he didn’t care – this was a mission failure. He wasn't going to tangle with the RiverClanner again, not if he could help it. The apprentice scrambled to his feet, stumbling away from Coffeepaw as quickly as he could in a zigzag pattern.

[spoiler=MOBILE TAGS][font=arial]INFORMATION △
madpaw | colouredclan captain & apprentice | loyalist | seven months | cisgender male (he/him pronouns) | blisterpack tennant x npc (does not know about/carry tennant name) | brother of alexander hamilton, hiddenpaw, and parispaw | asexual homoromantic | single | mentored by nighttales

INTERACTION △
physically super easy | mentally super easy | no kill or severe/permanent injury | pm for capture | attack in #AA99AA
• very little combat experience
• will not capture or torture opponents
• character bond (leaderpaw, undiscovered)

APPEARANCE △
domestic cat | mixed breed | very small for his age, very fluffy | white solid | three light blue eyes | third eye never blinks
• current injuries: small scratches on left flank (untreated)
• body reference & eyes reference

PERSONALITY △
adventurous | cheerful | childish | curious | empathetic | enthusiastic | forgetful | forgiving | hasty | impulsive | obedient | talkative | will give stupid nicknames
• all opinions are ic only

OTHER △
sharing body with a spirit named leaderpaw (speaks in #9096D1; name unknown) | cannot read or write | sharing a house with ephemeralpaw | inactive on tuesdays | always open to plots | biography | heart chart & opinions | playlist | plotting thread

NATSU D. wrote:

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Natsu Dragneel
male
10 moons
DarkClan
lieutenant
single
travels with a tiny blue winged cat, named Happy

appearance
muscular pink-furred feline with brown eyes

powers
elemental [fire]

interaction
physically hard
mentally easy
attack in underline
no kill - no maim - ask for capture

links
coming soon -

- all opinions are ic -

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Standing up once Madpaw had stepped off, the invisible riverguard followed after him -- however, she just wanted to make sure that he properly fled, otherwise she would simply engage him in combat again.

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A sick smile crossed the serval's maw as he felt his hind feet connect. It was uncomfortable with his injured left leg but all worth it. The claws in his flank were pulled free and he was happy for it even if it brought a while new stinging wave across his skin. There was probably blood, too. Fright was about to launch a new attack as he began to turn. He only managed to turn his head around in time to see the Darkclan officer latch onto one of his back legs, his injured hind leg at that.

Then a new level of pain hit him so hard all he wanted to do was kick his opponent in the head repeatedly and scream and silently curse and scream some more. He did cry out and his teeth bit down on his tongue. He damned himself for coming into a fight already injured and he'd be going back home with even more nasty ones if he wasn't more careful. The servaline cat threw himself to the ground and struggles, thrashed, yowling like a madman, as he fought tears in his eyes and aimed a swift kick to the jaw of Alcides with his free leg.

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