FALLING ON YOUR KNEES — BLIZZARDCLAN RAID

Well, she supposed this was to be fully expected, but she didn't expect to literally only see everyone she would have exactly expected. The same faces, the same names, she knew these people, sure there were gaps and new guys on the block but overall this was it, the main characters in a story spun with side notes and additions. The flesh and blood but far from the bones or muscle of the clan. This was the movement, the strength, the mind, the rest had been left behind at home to drone on as it usually did not because they didn't get the option to come, but because that's not was meat did. Meat never thought for itself, it just moved with the rest.

They were at the border, far before the open fields or the ravine. The ravine surely was their saving grace, here they were secure, even if they had the need to fall back following them into the steep cliffs would risk an ambush or worse, a full on rock slide. A growing group had to know their strengths but more importantly they had to know their weaknesses. Sweetophelia was a damn good opponent, she'd need to act with caution and strategy to hold up. That being said she'd seen worse odds afoot than these, not many times, but she had. Watching Alcibiades spring into action she grinned an impish sort of grin, it was time for shit to get interesting.

Finally, some goddamn action! Glad to see others were jumping to get this started, the very pretty pale colored fox would wink one of her multi-colored eyes at Jersey and shoot a dangerously devious grin, bearing her sharp teeth at him almost in a challenging grin. While Neo did not look it, she was very skilled in combat, and before Jersey could probably even get a say on the matter she would be leaping into the air and aim to land on the canine, hopefully on his back. If Neo was successful in this, she would attempt to dig her claws into his side as sink her teeth into his skin.

JERSEYBOY

Breathe, and then in the blink of and eye the fighting started. He was not sure how he would hold up but he couldn't bail, at least not yet. So instead the adolescent kicked off sharply, claws digging into the ground. He ignored the pain rattling through his body forcing himself to move forward as quick as he possibly could. Jerking as he saw a serval going for Alci he pushed forward on running paws and aimed to run past Pierce, aiming to slam a hefty paw against the others haunch and send him sprawling across the ground. The hit itself was with sheathed claws so as not to inflict any damage but disorientate the male so that he had a hard time finding his barrings. The tiger then slowed himself to face the serval, eyeing him and trying to catch his breath, A distraction he could be that if it meant that one of his clanmates could fight his intended target without being hassled by someone else. For as long as he could he'd play that role.

PIERCE P.

/omg cobble i just realized this is the second time that pierce and alci fight literally months later!!

Unfortunately, he was stopped midway by the flash of gold and black that made him stumble, the wildcat's claws cutting parts of his hind legs. It was just a scratch though, he didn't mind it. Time to switch opponents. Rounding on Pierce, the pale wolf would actually recognize the male. This was the vice leader now right? He remembered fighting them when the two of them were apprentices. However, back then Pierce had the advantage being a serval compared to Alcibiades's small domestic feline body. The tables were turned now and the irony, hell, he could taste it. Anyhow, it wasn't like the serval could recognize him so he found no bone in his body that wanted to goad them.

But he ended up finding another reason to run his mouth, talking and arguing was what he did best. It was what helped to bring the Exiles from the brink of death. "Damn, homie, you's sexy," the cream wold would snicker as he eyed the serval up and down. Who could resist a cute guy who was of age? The oogling didn't last for long however as he noticed Merlot the other kiddo heading for the serval, immediately, Alcibiades ditched the golden feline. "We can talk later if you want. But it's totally cool if you don't wanna," was the final thing he shot over at the Blizzardclan vice leader before his attention focused on Duchess who recently arrived. He would offer his best bae a jerking nod of his head and a grin before he headed off at Sweetophelia again, perhaps the two of them could gang up on the lioness. It sure sounded fun. And so, Alcibiades would resume his attack on the leader. Lunging for SWEETOPHELIA once more, the canine conjured up a sword last minute when he was extremely close to the pale femme, clamped the hilt of it in his maw and swung it at the Blizzardclanner.

I'M NOT LOVING YOU THE WAY I WANTED TO

The smirk grew wider as the little taunter sped his way. Watching Alci flash to the leader from the peripherals of his vision, he was overcome with energy. Alcibiades always brought some sort of vibe anywhere he went, and Perry certainly fed off of it. Attention immediately refocusing to his attacker, the canine letting his own body go slack in brace for impact. If things went correctly, he'd let the feline bowl into him and push him down, immediately attempting to wrap the smaller figure with large paws and flipping him to the ground, hoping to pin him there. If his attempt failed, he would simply stand and shag the smaller animal off, bracing himself for another attack.

beck.  

WHAT I HAD TO TO DO, HAD TO RUN FROM YOU

She wondered, vaguely, what BlizzardClan thought of them. Were they just another nuisance? Or, were they scared, after they captured the three Sweetophilia children? The healer could not know, she could not tell, but she remained stoic and proud against the scents of so many enemies. The blind healer, with all the chaos reigning around her, could not quite make out which targets she could handle and which targets were already occupied. So it seemed best to stand and wait behind the lines, cautious and alert for signs that she needed to step in and defend a failing Exiler.

Maybe they were here because he totally killed their deputy. Maybe it was because Duchess' capture of the dumb Targaryen duo or the wimpy medic boy. Either way, most saw this coming a mile away. Ornias was no different, having predicted then to come after his ass despite the fact that Witchcraft's death hadn't exactly been like most murders. After all, Exilers were known for stirring the pot anyways.

He scoped out the battlefield, ready to pummel some losers into the ground with a grin. He watched Jupiter; a pretty face, and thus subconsciously decided to protect her.

/mobile

? ✧ ? — Damn. Damn-god-hell-shit-crap-fuck-DAMN! Why was today the day that the raid was transpiring? Why so soon? Well, yes, it was Doug's own fault for not squeezing in enough combat training for today, but still, why couldn't the raid take place another time, when the Canadian was mentally prepared to face the bloodshed? He was indeed a pacifist at heart, thus making the decision to travel here was a challenging one. However, Blizzardclan was his home, and just like his clanmates, he swore to defend it with his heart (excluding one prat who decided that it was their best interest to stay in camp).

Of course, Doug would not show up to the battle as a beaver, a mere rodent, and in such a wise manner, he swapped bodies, changing his form to become a powerful lynx. Yet, even though he swapped bodies for an animal that presented more body strength, he still questioned his chances. He was far more familiar warding off attackers as a beaver than a lynx, and as a lynx, Doug was a only much bigger target. But none of that mattered now, as the scent of blood and the sounds of screams became all the more apparent, as he finally appeared on the border of the conflict. Blizzardclan was already fiercely outnumbering the scum that were the Exiles. A good sign. A victory in the future, perhaps? No, he couldn't afford to jinx it; he needed to start focusing on the now.

The lynx examined the battlefield, exploring the dispute for available combatants. After scouring the event for a moment or so, a question immediately popped into the lynx's mind: "What happened to honour?". Well, yes, they were the Exiles and all, but but nonetheless, there should at least be some level of veneration. There were like two guys on Jerseyboy, and three guys on Pierce. That wasn't fair. And if they weren't going to play fair, Doug wasn't going to hold back. Not at all. But defence was the only viable option now, as all combatants out in the open were already involved with another. And now, it was time for a decision that could cost him dearly. Which clanmate would he defend? Currently the people that were outnumbered were Jerseyboy and Pierce. Jerseyboy is tough, right? Surely he can hold his own?

Okay, so he was defending Pierce, and it looked like this little toger wanted to not-totally harm him, but still do no good, and then there was the giant lizard, who was already mid-jump in an effort to attack Pierce. Well, not if Doug could help it! "For Blizzardclan!", he'd cry triumphantly, and began a running charge towards the komodo dragon, squinted his eyes in a hopeless brace, and lowered his head. He was aiming to headbutt the lizard, directly into the lizard's noggin. If he succeeded, both parties would end up suffering, as there's never victory with a headbutt

// Vanari

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//retro
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The battle had started. BlizzardClan and the Exiles were clashing, and blood was being shed. He bunched his muscles, preparing to leap into the fray, but he hesitated. Dystopia had toyed with his life. Toyed with him. He could still feel the barbed wire that had strangled him. The scar was still there, although his scales had grown back over it. On some level, he was afraid. He didn't want to be here. He never wanted to come back, but... His friends were being held captive. Here he was, the biggest creature in the battle, and the last to hesitate. A joke. Shifting his feet, Ska'arq guiltily looked away. He hated fighting. Or was he just a coward?
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ATTACK IN BOLD #6e65b5 - TAGS - EIGHTEEN YEARS OLD

❝ WISH YOU COULD SEE THE WICKED TRUTH ❞ why did he come along again? the thought pestered him as he followed sweetophilia quietly, his head low and his tail lashing quietly behind him. he was an apprentice who didn't have a mentor and he hardly knew how to fight properly. you would think that the bruises on his body would make one think that he got into frequent fights and actually knew how to defend himself. well, that was wrong. he was just clumsy as hell even as he didn't want to admit to it.

coldpaw had a tradition where he would take a variety of drugs before heading off to battle. perhaps it wasn't very smart to get high off of your ass before throwing yourself into battle, but frankly the trainee did it because it made him feel as if he weren't going to get his ass beat. smelling particularly of smoke and cinnamon and vanilla (the latter due to the scented beads in his room), the blue tabby apprentice stepped onto the battlefield. already, it seemed like this would be a somewhat fun experience. coldpaw had always liked war and fighting and shit like that. he supposed that was the harbringer blood he had telling him all that.

shifting his gaze about the battlefield, col actually didn't know who to attack first. so he waited, pushing his way through the fray in hopes of finding an fun opponent to fight with.

★ ★ ★ Natasha hung back for a few seconds as the fighting started, studying the battle before locking onto Merlot. Pierce had quite a few people attacking him, so the female decided to swoop in and help; she flickered into invisibility and ran throughout the crowd, hoping nobody would attack her. As soon as she got to the tiger she leaped up, hoping to land directly on the tiger's back. Due to her lean frame, she was smaller than Merlot- she used that to her advantage as she attempted to dig her claws in and balance on the back of the male. If this succeeded, Natasha would try to lift one paw and hit Merlot around the head, hopefully stunning him.

London approached behind the other BlizzardClanners, feeling safe within the cocoon of clanmates that had marched here to rescue their fellow members. The fighting seemed to have already started, but the child had been frozen in spot, just daring to watch. She had never fought before, nor had she ever trained in the art of battle. She didn't know what to do, but then thoughts of Jacob being hurt by these people helped her build up her courage. She wanted to hurt the meany who laid a finger on her boyfriend, who stole him and brought him to this awful place. London wasn't very violent, but she would protect anyone she cared for, and Jacob was at the top of that list.

The young apprentice would look to Coldpaw, wondering if he was any good at this fighting stuff. Maybe they could try to take someone down together. "Let's work together, okay?" she would say, nudging the slightly older male. She wore a smile to hide her fear before she ran into the war zone. Looking around her eyes made contact with ORNIAS! and she would rush towards him, pushing his side with her front paws in an attempt to knock him over. The clouded leopard had already grown to be as large as an adult domestic feline, so she no doubt had the power to do such a task, she just didn't have any battle training, making her moves clumsy and awkward.

He could never have just one opponent it seemed since his last fight was with Hawkclan and it left him having to fight two opponents there was well. But at least he wasn't too focused on just Pierce and when something landed on his back he immediately went down and rolled his body attempting to squish whoever it was with the bulk of his large weight before he sprang back up onto his paws. Such a move he was going to regret considering his injured body but that didn't matter. He flexed his laws into the ground and then lunged, aiming to slam his large paws into the smaller feline and swat her away from him like a favored toy. Still his claws were sheathed and he narrowed his eyes a bit before he looked back to his main target wondering if his first attempt had went through or not on him. Whichever happened he would hopefully be prepared to take both of them on.

natasha.

❝ WISH YOU COULD SEE THE WICKED TRUTH ❞ coldpaw glanced to his side when he heard london's voice followed by a nudge at his shoulder. the harbringer would blink slowly at her, but then a smirk appeared on his white splattered maw as he nodded determinedly. okay! he responded and soon followed after the clouded leopard with quick paws. the trainee would observe the female racing forward and leaping toward ornias with the intent to knock him over. he would assist the best he could, since he didn't want to be the one who made hazardous errors while they were working together.

narrowing his gaze in concentration, coldpaw would attempt to send a telepathic screech in ornias' direction to confuse and distract him while london attacked him. the attack itself took a lot of work on his end since he wasn't very adept in using telepathy, but he only hoped it'd work and not just... flop.

ORNIAS!