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    He needed to feel his paws on the lifeblood of a dying creature again - ever since Suga killed him, the cheetah was practically starved for murder and mayhem. Add that he hated this damn place for what they represented, fucking fools that dared to stand against them, and what their leader was doing to Hypokrisis. He was done taking orders and acting like a mindless drone - he was alive, damn it, and he would shape this world before he let it burn his home to ashes.


    Touching down to the ground, the manticore tucked his wings against his side as he surveyed the rogue's territory. Tilting his head to the side, the beast opened his maw and spat a softball sized glob of lightning at a nearby tree. Fuck this place. Fuck everything.

    "Fuckhead, back off." Xia snarled, the pregnant hellshadow approaching slowly. She hadn't seen a manticore before, and definitely didn't like this first sight. She didn't care for the foliage, in all honesty, but she was in no mood to deal with a creature throwing a tantrum. In all honesty, she was on the level on not-giving-a-shit as he was. "Who the fuck are you, anyways?" he was drenched with BloodClan's scent, though alliances from other Clans were the least of her worries. She sat, not bothered by his presense, and awaiting for his answer.

    Turning his red gaze to Xia, the manticore considered replying to her with words, but it seemed a waste of breath; enemies were beneath such consideration, after all. They were only good as meat. Sprinting forward, the mythological cheetah raced at her, his long strides eating up the ground effortlessly.


    Tracking her, the cheetah narrowed his eyes before finally lunging at her, attempting to hook his claws into her face, pushing and pulling his muscles in an attempt to violently slam her head into the ground.

    lukas wasn't exactly taking much notice of the raid at first, but the lightning shot as one of the dark, looming trees in their territory happened to catch the rogue warrior's eye. making his way over towards the site of the raid as quickly as his smaller paws could take him, the sight he witnessed wasn't a very pretty one. someone who stunk of bloodclan was attacking one of their executioners, for one- now, this was a time when he wished he could let his vampiric bloodlust kick in, but he was only overwhelmed by fear. "xia!" he called out with worry, sprinting over towards where the fight was taking place with concern. "h-hey, get off of her!" lukas asserted, his piercing red eyes trying their best to look the least bit scary.


    where's fourth when we need him? if only his leader and lover were here- he'd stop this madness.

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    FOURTHWALL FALLOUT

    leader of the blackheart rogues



    "JUST BECAUSE WE CHECK OUT GUNS AT THE DOOR"

    "Don't touch her!" I'd snarl, appearing in a burst of superspeed to intercept the Bloodclanner, aiming to smash into the cheetah hybrid with enough force to send us both tumbling into the dirt or to at least knock them off Xias course. I'd been expecting trouble from Bloodclan ever since they'd found out about Izzy and I. Add to that the trouble we'd been causing for the other Anticlans- which were the allies of Bloodclan in most circumstances- and it made sense that this would come sooner than later. And I'd had every intention of meeting those instances with the same dangerous grin and violence that I did with everything else- but now I was just fucking annoyed. It was one thing to come here and start shit, but was this idiot seriously made a mistake trying take a shot at a pregnant female. A female that happened to be carrying my kids.

    "DOESN'T MEAN OUR BRAINS WILL CHANGE FROM HAND GRENADES"




    Basics
    Canine/Feline Hybrid - Hellhound - 5'9 - Homoromantic/Bisexual

    Interactions
    Aloof - Blunt - Sarcastic - Social
    Impulsive - Corrupt - Possessive - Unpredictable
    Aggressive - Dominating - Highly Intelligent - Fast Thinker
    Violent - Prone to Apathy - Capricious - Playful

    PLEASE NOTE;; Fourthwall is known to break the 4th wall, as his name suggests. He is a person who -instead of gods or reincarnation- thinks that he is just a character made up in a story, and so nothing he says or does has any real consequence. This allows him to suppress emotions like guilt or hesitation in order to enrich his life, as he believes that nobody is actually real, and so none of the bad things he does to others in order to enjoy himself are real either. He will often refer to his 'Writer' during 1st person posts and complain about the way they write him or his story, and is convinced that the entire world and FF's reality is just some big story.

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    "Ah."


    The direhound would approach the scene of which the raid was occurring, his tail wagging slowly behind his large body. He was the second BloodClanner on the scene and already three rouges had made themselves present during the raid, though one of them seemed a little too fat and the other wasn't really doing anything to aid his group. They were significantly easier than SunClan, in his opinion. He could take notes just fine here. Drawing his dagger from his sheath, he'd hold it firmly, his eyes scanning the scene for an opponent that was more of his size (an adult domestic feline).

    He felt the body slam into him, taking the breath out of his lungs as his slender body crashed into the ground. Amber eyes flashing, the cheetah's lips were pulled back as he hissed at the attacking creature. Momentum caused the tangled creatures to (possibly) continue rolling on the ground, a fact that annoyed Xi with every scrap of rock and grime against his skin, until he was on the ground with the leader looming above him.


    The overwhelming scent of the attacking beast and the physical contact rubbed against his mind, pulled him apart as memories layered over the others. It didn't seem that Fourthwall was the one attacking him - oh, he knew on a logical level, this was the case, but... he could have sworn he was back in another time, when someone else pressed their skin against his and threatened him with far more than physical wounds if he lost.


    But the fuzzing of reality came with another side effect - the ice in his chest expanded as cold sweat caused his muscles to shiver, even as adrenaline shot through his brain and pumped him full of the drive for murder.


    Beyond the point of reason now, incapable of speaking even if he so desired, the warlord screeched at Fourthwall at full volume, the sound reminiscent of a deranged creature that lost all conscious thoughts and tethers to the world that pushed him to such a state. Lightning crackled at his pawtips and he attempted to kick the gigantic hellhound off his body, his movements wild as he fought completely on instinct.

    What was this ruckus? The unnatural scuffles of activity called him toward the clearing where lightning had carelessly struck and demolished a tree of their own. Not a leaf remained and the already blackened bark barely held together. His gaze swung greedily up to the hideous spotted beast that stood before them. In a wink, his clan mates were upon the staggering frame and doing all that they willed to bring it down. Brute had it coming.


    He lurked around, his intention being to find one of the creature's goonies- for where one had scuttled out from another would be in tow. Aha, there was his man. If he were grateful perhaps the dagger wielding wolf would be a steady match for him. Pupils warped to slits as he edged closer. He paused for a moment's time to retrieve the grand sword from where it had been stored slung across his back. A blur of thin legs propelled the caracal forward and he aimed to land before YUU , providing him with the right ring of space to insinuate that he would prefer keeping their fight a more traditional one.


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    It seemed that Link would be his first opponent during his raid. Yuu was inexperienced with his recently acquired dagger, but he was making steady and quick progress on how to utilize it thanks to his clanmates. He lifted his serious red gaze towards the caracal, his gaze unblinking as he watched the other's movements. He looked the thin-legged creature up and down, analyzing his form and, most importantly, the weapon he had on his back. My, my, it would seem he would be met with quite a challenge.


    Yuu would sink down into a low crouch, just as he had been instructed by his leader that day when he was training in camp. He would have to rely on his mobility for this battle. He was but a child, but he was determined to learn. He did not particularly care if he got beaten down in the process. It was all because he wanted to learn and attain knowledge. It was a borderline obsession. The scarf-wearing boy was ready to confront Link as evidenced by the way he seemed to step a little closer. He wanted Link to attack him first.


    Frightfur touched down on the BHR territory clad in bright yellow war paint that covered his bionic legs and yellow X's sat over his fierce green eyes. He was happy to see Xi here. However, his attention quickly fell to the enemies at hand: the pesky blackheart bastards. They were in for a shit storm. "Guess who also has come to the party? Face it, Blackhearts, ya don't stand a chance!"


    While Xia was safe from Xi's original attack since Fourthwall had thrown himself in the way, she wasn't gonna be safe from his. Frightfur covered the distance between himself and the shadow wolf with ease via teleportation (not that his physical run speed was at all slow). When he was near to Xia, he reared up on his hind legs and attempted to dig both his pairs of metal clawed fists into her side, as well as aim a unrelenting bite to her ear.


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    Xia hadn't moved since Xi's attack, stunned by how surreal it all played out. First she heard Lukas' call, then saw the manticore speeding towards her. She had no chance to move - no chance to save the babies she would hate once their born - and was saved by the man she so desperately hated. Her breath rushed back into her, blood running through her ears as she tried to steady herself. Fear took hold of the otherwise dull she-hound, even as the battle continued around her.


    A scent drifted towards her nose and, before she knew it, a stinging pain sunk into her side as well as her ear. Her head swiveled towards the serval's, biting and nipping at anything she could possibly grab at - his face, his ears, even the little fur tufts around his body. Even with the pain, the mother-to-be fought for her life, eventually attempting to throw Frightfur off of her. She would examine her wounds, the metal claw marks having penetrated her thick fur, and her sludgy blood pouring out. Not fast, due to the consistency, but enough that it began to color her light fur a dark teal color.


    "Didn't know you and BloodClan were friends." Xia growled towards the serval, lowering her head to look towards any and all wounds she could have inflicted on him. "Then again, I don't remember when I cared." she growled before charging towards him, aiming to bowl him over and pin him beneath her.


    Frightfur Seraphim M. !


    BARREL;;


    And in a nearly identical white blur, Antonio barrelled onto the battle field.


    Leading with his shoulder, Antonio aimed to knock Xia off her paws in order to divert her course from his brother. Should he succeed, the ivory serval would turn sharply on his heels to first look over his opponent. However, upon realizing whom it was, Antonio would sneer, head shaking. "Ah! So you'd be the jackass who showered me with paint!" the large cat rumbled, chiding on his tongue.


    Without another word, the serval lunged once more at the femme, hoping to give his brother a break. With paws outstretched, Antonio aimed to deal a hard blow to Xia's head. Whether he landed it or not, the figure knew he'd have to get up from the scramble that would follow as quickly as possible


    XIA

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    FOURTHWALL FALLOUT

    leader of the blackheart rogues



    "JUST BECAUSE WE CHECK OUT GUNS AT THE DOOR"

    There was only the briefest moment of relief when our bodies connected and we went rolling into the dirt, because it meant that Xia was spared for the moment. That was as good as it would get though- the moment- because I knew there would be others that would be pouring in to lend their claws to the fight as well. Xia would have to fend as best she could while I covered her. With any luck Osric, Hebi, Skull, and Byrd would arrive to lend their strength to ours, because I could tell you right now that this was going to be a struggle. We'd have to hit them back with everything if we wanted to keep our heads above the water on this one. Frightfur would quickly learn though -as would the Bloodclanners- that just because our numbers were less didn't mean we weren't capable of doing fatal damage. They would not be leaving this territory without a line of injured warriors sitting outside of Izzys den to be healed.


    I landed on top of the other and braced myself, glad that there was just as much feline agileness in me to end up in the position as there was canine strength to lock it down, and I stood over him with hooked fangs glinting with malicious intent, red eyes glowing with a burning violence as the crimson began to bleed tribal down my cheeks as my demonic blood pulsed to life. My ears pinned against the screech that was let loose, but that sound doubled as trigger like a gunshot at a horse track would, and I lunged toward his face with snapping jaws. The hind legs pressed against my stomach were the only things holding me back as I braced against them, refusing to be thrown and suffering a number of cuts and bruising kicks that threatened to drive the air from my lungs. This was the way I liked to fight though, a close combat that took massive damage in exchange for being able to deliver crippling blows.


    Reddish black electricity began to crackle around me as if in response to my rage, and in my jaws a black orb surrounded by red electricity grew like fire in a dragons mouth. With a roar that was more feline than canine I'd aim to let the blast go right in the others face, a small electric grenade that would fuck up his face for life if it hit dead on. Some other useful side effects were the temporary deafness from the sound of it going off, as well as obvious disorientation- if you didn't just get knocked out and bleed from your ears, which was the most common outcome at this range. If these idiots had thought I was going to play nice they were dead wrong. And after I'd let that pregnant bitch Barbara just walk off my territory after she'd come to start shit. Well, if they were going to attack my pregnant females I'd hold no guilt over returning the favor.


    -Ringing in Ears

    - Clawed Stomach

    "DOESN'T MEAN OUR BRAINS WILL CHANGE FROM HAND GRENADES"



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    Basics
    Canine/Feline Hybrid - Hellhound - 5'9 - Homoromantic/Bisexual

    Interactions
    Aloof - Blunt - Sarcastic - Social
    Impulsive - Corrupt - Possessive - Unpredictable
    Aggressive - Dominating - Highly Intelligent - Fast Thinker
    Violent - Prone to Apathy - Capricious - Playful

    PLEASE NOTE;; Fourthwall is known to break the 4th wall, as his name suggests. He is a person who -instead of gods or reincarnation- thinks that he is just a character made up in a story, and so nothing he says or does has any real consequence. This allows him to suppress emotions like guilt or hesitation in order to enrich his life, as he believes that nobody is actually real, and so none of the bad things he does to others in order to enjoy himself are real either. He will often refer to his 'Writer' during 1st person posts and complain about the way they write him or his story, and is convinced that the entire world and FF's reality is just some big story.

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    How in the hell did he keep missing this stuff! This was his thing, not... all of theirs! "Fight me you cowards!" It came out a squeak, as the kodkod was no bigger than a dogs head, and he still had a limp from the last raid. He'd figured that focus on cartelians would sorta stop the violence among other clans, but it seemed some cats just couldn't settle for one thing. He was fine with that.

    The pregnant female would dart out and stop near Lukas. "Hey! Get out of here. You can't get hurt. I promised to take care of you." She growled as she tried to place herself over him protectively. She would fight if attacked, but she was in the Sanctuary as well, so she must not mess with Bloodclan.




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    The maddened beast hardly noticed the scratches across his face, deep welts that turned his fur dull red - facial wounds were prone to bleed, after all. The liquid dribbled down to his lips, staining his teeth and dying his tongue crimson. Continuing to shriek, strange half growls and snorts rising from his throat, the manticore's blue electricity continued to spread across his flesh, crackling louder than rice crispy cereal.


    A nauseating mix of blood and foaming saliva dripped off his teeth and flung from his mouth with ever desperate snap of his jaws, his body's muscles quivering with tension as his primal mind ran through possible counters to this horrific position he was in, brute forcing the combinations through the glorious power of parallelprocessing that his biological brain provided him with. Spotting the black goop growing in his opponent's mouth, the warlord temporarily paused in his wildness for half a second, eyes narrowed as though dumbly considering what it was...


    And then he reacted. Twisting his spine to the side, he braced his right paw against the ground and pushed off with his power. He was a sprinter, built for powerful, short explosive movements, and this lent itself very well to this sort of close combat fighting. Ducking his head into his chest, the manticore attempted to shove the crown of his head into the underside of the hellhound's muzzle, successfully dodging the brunt of the leader's attack by getting out of the way, while also attempting an uppercut sort of punch by using his own head as his delivery mechanism.


    Blood continued to fall from his facial wounds and out his ears now, but that only seemed to produce more rage from within the primal male's mental state. Foaming saliva unevenly mixed with blood fell to the ground in clumpy chunks, his body lurching as barely understood the reason why his balance was off was due to the same reason his hearing felt off - from that loud as fuck noise that shattered the air. He did not care. Jaws snapping loudly, half for intimidation and otherwise to bite off anything that dared enter his mouth, the manticore twisted, attempting to sink his fangs into the hellhound's front leg while discharging the electricity from his body, attempting his hand at tazing the feline-canine hybrid.


    injuries

    - temporarily disabled hearing

    - unstable balance for a few seconds

    - wounds on face

    - bleeding ears

    - small scraps on his body from the ground


    attacks

    - headbutt to the jaw

    - vicious bite to fourthwall's right front leg

    - attempt to discharge electricity through skin contact

    It sounded as if the two were in the same boat. Link had drawn the sword perhaps a morn ago and he, too, had a long climb to ascend until he would fully know the ins-and-outs of the gift in disguise. Currently, he knew with a careful dose of confidence that he could swing it, but that was all smothered by the prospect that he should know how to distribute the weight evenly with his personal strong albeit runtish form. If he made a mistake by swinging it in one way he could undeniably knock himself off balance and that was not to mention the other problem that could not be avoided: the ungainly angle.


    From the expectancy on the young Bloodclanner's face, Link gathered that he was up for what he had offered. His waiting finally reached him and the caracal would be honored to comply. The wild cat trotted at him as best he could and aimed to sway the sword at his opponent's weapon.


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    Frightfur had no idea of the she-hound’s troubles or their complexity, he only knew that she was one of the foes who had repeatedly arrived to cause trouble for him and his clan. If he even had a notion that she canid was pregnant or perhaps worse, he might have been less a jerkass. But he didn’t know, so he was.



    Grim satisfaction sprouted a smile across his pale lips as his teeth and claws connected and drew blood. His success was shortly celebrated, however, before the jaws of Xia not only ripped a nasty chunk of his white fur out but also left him with an aching bite along his upper side. He grunted but he was more relieved than he was angry to find that he was suddenly thrown of the struggling hound.


    Fright landed on the ground and shoved himself to his paws as if it was as easy as doing a single push-up. It would take much more than that to deter the soldier, not necessarily due to his brute force but rather his unyielding persistency. ”Well now ya know,” he spat in response to her comment. The Rouges should have played more carefully when fucking with both Bloodclan and Colouredclan if they had wanted to avoid both anti-clan’s wraths. The bite mark on his side dripped blood but the servaline still smiled darkly. Now wasn't the time to show weakness; he wanted them to think he was invincible.



    Xia charged him and he grit his teeth and braced himself as if he were readying himself to take the hit. That was when his brother, Antonio, swooped in. Ah, my hero the bionic Colouredclanner thought with glee and sarcasm. Yet, he was grateful for the chance to step back and take a breather. It gave him the opportunity to watch over the battlefield and get himself ready to step in at the appearance of a new foe or to help a comrade in need.

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    As she entered the battle scene, Greymatter was reminded why she didn't traverse into raids often. She smelled the bitter hatred brewing in the air. For both BloodClan and ColoredClan, this raid was not just simply a raid against a common enemy. A chance to strengthen bonds by knocking a few bozos heads together, back to back. It was personal, for various reasons. For ColoredClan, it came out of wounded pride. The Blackheart Rogues had kicked them when they were down, when they were too weak to retaliate.


    The opponents clashed into one another with such ferocity that she hadn't seen since--


    "SunClan, attack!"

    A swarm of enemies launch from the undergrowth of the forest into the unsuspecting ColoredClan camp. Greypaw is young and inexperienced and so, so weak compared to the enemies that have numerous powers under their command. But she still has her claws, and still has the green banner that she clings to, that reminds her of what she's fighting for. She acts as a distraction for her more powerful clanmates, leaping from enemy to enemy when the SunClanners find themselves in a tussle with a more difficult opponent. Until, she sees a flash of white and she runs straight into a wall of fur. She looks up to see her sister, the one who chose SunClan over her, and for a moment neither one moves.


    Greymatter blinks hard, and shudders, attempting to shove that memory back into her subconsciousness. The sight of Frightfur's bleeding side brings relief to her; it gives her something to do, something to take her mind off things.


    "Frightfur," She greets briskly, walking purposefully in front of him as to not startle the serval, "let me patch you up."


    She doesn't wait for him to agree, as she attempts to stick swabs of cobwebs onto the bleeding bite mark along with marigold poultice that she hastily chews up. It might sting a little, but it was better than the infection the serval would get if the wound went untreated.

    A movement makes is eyes dart and for a moment he thinks it’s an enemy approaching until – Greymatter. She doesn’t even give him time to protest or do anything before she begins to help his bleeding injury. ”Greymatter! I’m not a child!” he complained, but not even he was gonna argue with a medic. Plus, Grey was his friend and


    Ouch. Her poultice and cobwebs were as painful as the original opening of the wound and he cursed colourfully within his mind. At least she was good at her job and doing it well. Yuri had mentioned sometime he had wanted the medicine team actively watching over the battlefield like guardians. He winced and rolled a shoulder like he was impatient or just plain aggressive. He didn’t disturb her work with his injured side but instead kept his green eyes open for any bastard that could possibly formulate the idea to ambush them. ”Huh, fine, Grey. Thanks! I guess I don’t have to worry about dying out here under your watchful eyes, hmm?” he teased her with a voice that remained lighthearted – but it was tighter than usual due to the stress or strain of the battle even if he seemed to enjoy the bloodlust.

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