go back to sleep [BATTLE THREAD, OPEN]

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    It didn't seem like standing idly was doing much. Holster have a final look at Frisk, acknowledging the pain given out by Kate before expelling it with her mental barriers. Not having powers, her focus wasn't all too exhausted. Sometimes it was nice to be ordinary- yeah, nice was the word. The combatant watched the fight between Boelyn and Fadingdaylight, cursing at herself that she hadn't helped sooner. The quicker they got the other clans to retreat, the quicker she could go home. Leaping into the air, the white cat attempted to knock Fadingdaylight off course with her target, extending her back legs to hopefully knock the breath from the femme in a powerful kick.


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    Kate hit the ground and was pinned against the hard Earth, "You never knew me!" she hissed, "Just leave! Get out!" the skeleton said.


    // rushed because school


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 325px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; margin-top: -15px; letter-spacing: 2px;] BLOODCLAN — 1ST TIER — [abbr=very difficult physically, hard mentally && female && 31 moons && ex-hp of hawkclan, ex-hp of the badlands, ex-shp of bloodclan && pansexual && single && no kill/maim && ask for capture && ages 1 month every 100 posts]HOVER FOR TAGS[/abbr][/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 315px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][hr][justify]Boleyn had not even stopped to think about her other home's alliance with SkyClan. All she had seen was her Clanmates being attacked, and she knew she had a serious size advantage. Though, her luck quickly ran out as she felt a searing pain above her eye. And then, she was half blind. [color=mediumpurple]With a roar of rage, the tigress shot out her unsheathed paw wildly towards Fadingdaylight, hoping to knock her away while she assessed her damaged eye. What she didn't know was that the smaller SkyClanner had taken out her sight completely in her left eye. Boleyn was also unaware of the other cat moving towards them, trying to help her. Would she get in the way of the tigress's paw instead?
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    Cyrus was so lost. The battlefield was a mess of fighting creatures, and with blood and the mingling scents of different clans assaulting his senses, he hardly knew who was here or who he should be fighting. The cats ears were flattened back to his head. He was crouched somewhere in the middle of it all, yet no one even bumped into him. Wide blue eyes searched the chaotic scene, trying to work out what was happening and what he should do. They eventually settled on Feferi, who was being attacked. He ran to help the other Arcanist, calling out to her over the sounds of the battle.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0; width: 440px;font-family: verdana; line-height:100%; font-size: 8pt;][justify]Well, the Skulls weren't exactly contributing much. In fact, it seemed as if their allies were fighting this out in their place. Well, it didn't really matter to her. She watched in silence from a tree, lost in her own thoughts. She'd never opened her mouth since joining, and to be completely honest, there was no point in doing so. She didn't even know who was on her side. A Solticeclanner was pinned by someone with an unfamiliar scent, and that was all that she knew. With a little sigh, the female made herself decently comfortable on her perch, thoroughly unsure of who was on her side and who wasn't. She was just guessing that any anti-clanner was her ally and leaving it at that.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; text-align: justify;][size=8]Fadingdaylight felt a surge of triumph as her successful attack unfolded before her. Unfortunately, Holster's attack came too late, but that didn't stop the other's strike from hitting. Fadingdaylight's head whipped around when she noticed a flash of white heading towards her. Holster's kick jammed her in the side, and she let out a softened gasp, feeling the strength rush from her legs momentarily. She stumbled, breathing heavily as she tried to regain her breath. The feline caught herself before falling, and she narrowed her eyes, remaining alert. Boleyn's roar pierced her ears, and it wasn't long before her paw was flailing around, driven by fury. She clenched her jaws, a soft hiss coming from her lips as she managed to avoid Boleyn's large, dangerous paw. Fadingdaylight finally felt herself regain, and at that moment, she felt claws tear at her neck. A snarl then sounded, and she turned slightly, feeling warm blood trickle down her fur. A fresh injury was left bleeding along one side of her neck. Pain pulsed in her body, but still, Fadingdaylight could not give up. Goddamn, all of this for their ally. She knew it would take many long days to recover from this. And the wounds left by Boleyn may leave scars.


    Now she had a choice. Focus more on Holster or Boleyn. It was clear she had caused many injuries upon Boleyn already. Holster would be a much more easy opponent against her. Both? Fadingdaylight didn't have enough time to think about it. It didn't matter. She attempted to leap powerfully towards Boleyn, aiming for her neck now. It was dangerous to go for such a deadly spot, but if it meant weakening the enemy, then so be it. She attempted to latch onto the larger feline, clamping her jaws down on her neck while all four sets of claws dug into her shoulder and chest. After, she attempted to spring off of Boleyn, flying directly towards Holster, and she would attempt to barrel into her. If successful, she would lock Holster into a pin.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 315px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][hr][justify]Boleyn felt burning hot adrenaline begin to fill her body, and she suddenly was able to ignore the fact that one of her eyes was lost. In fact, her other eye was perfectly fine and was now focused upon Fadingdaylight, pupil dilated. It was such an age-old attack, leaping. It didn't do much, as the opponent almost always saw it coming. Unfortunately for Fading, a huge, enraged tiger was her opponent. Bo suddenly ducked, her head now in the place of where her neck was. Though, she wasn't idle for long. [color=mediumpurple]She then attempted to clamp her own jaws around anything she could grab from Fading, not caring if her claws did indeed reach their target upon Bo's chest.
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    Whitegold nudged up an NPC, pushing her clanmate toward most of her retreating clanmates. She would stay until Kate was safe.
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