"ProClan? More like TrachCan, am I right?" Phoenixdown smirked, but his expression hardened with the fury lighting up in his eyes. Kits and medics were not to be attacked, and yet here was TrashClan aiming to strike them down. That didn't sit well with the serval, so the son of the former vice-leader hissed, his fur bristling. "I don't know if we had a reason to go to war...but they just attacked our kits and medics, so that's PLEANTY reason now!"
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[hr][hr][justify] Calla grinned at the small cat that tried to use sound manipulation to her advantage. Calla countering it with her own sound manipulation. Depending on how she aimed to jump on her, either by a dash and latching on, or jumping and hopping for the best would probably depend on the success rate. The blind medic reared her head back. Making a quick dash towards her and to bite into her. Not really caring where. If it worked she would shake her head, tear into the flesh and inject her paralyzing venom.
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Foterre. She really shouldn't be here. Sunclan were neutrals with Shadowclan. And she'd get in a crapload of trouble if she messed that up. So the ambassador hung back, quietly cursing in Italian. She'd been about to head back to Shadowclan when this happened. And she couldn't attack them. Well, she could in self-defense, but she wasn't really willing to throw herself into the fight so she'd get attacked. She shifted the bag slung across her back a bit, making sure the strap was secure. And snug. It would be terrible if it fell off. She knew for a fact that her Shadowclan scent still overpowered the Darkclan scent on her, even if the latter lingered on her fur, but she was pretty sure no one would stop to check. She'd had a couple of interactions with Sunclan; returning Remus, visiting, stuff like that. But she doubted any of them would recognize her. Especially since that had been a while back.
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Scarletscream was caught off-guard by that. Countering her own sound manipulation? That was...new. Not expecting to be jumped on, Scarletscream could only rear back up to her hind legs. The cheetah's teeth were so close to Scarlet's neck, she could hear her teeth gnashing together. Scarletscream let herself fall down to her side, quickly jumping out of the way of the falling cheetah's body. Some mixture of fear, anger, and defiance was apparent in the amber eyes of the little bengal cat. This cat was a lot bigger than her, but perhaps that was a good thing. Scarletscream lashed her tail in anticipation, feinting to her left and then dashing between Calla's legs. If it worked, Scarletscream would run through Calla's hind legs, whirl around, and then jump on her, latching her claws to the skin of the cheetah's flanks.
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Another Sunclan raid; well color him surprised. After the first one had just evaporated into nothingness, he was shocked to see another miserable attempt. A yawn stretching his jaws, the young wolf slipped into the battlefield, passing his red-ringed gaze over the mess in front of him.
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