The Silent Attack (SnowClan/Blackhearts)

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    OOC: DarkWolfVamp, I have a better one. I'm currently listening to Japanese anime theme tunes. Lucky Starrrrrrrr *chou*


    Air was hit by his blow to her shoulder. She screeched with the pain. The deputy of SnowClan was still uninjured, and fresh. She had to change that. Once she'd found a way out of her own situation. She then noticed that he seemed a little distant. A little... distracted. It was probably the sight of Sagenight and Cypresspaw. Wait... Sagenight? Air turned to see the sight of the two cats, bloodstained, hurt. She sighed. Was the battle over? Was there any point in fighting when someone who was practically leading you was dying? She aimed to scratch the deputy on the head while he was distracted. Maybe she could go and check things out.

    ooc// Uh....I really don't know what to do here so, I'm going to just have to pull something up my sleeve. :P And Howlingblizzard is free to attack.
    bic// Howlingblizzard gave a hiss as he watched the scene of Lunarchill fighting.Blood stained his eyes.He struggled to get to his paws.But while running he had gotten his paw stuck in between two rocks.

    Howlingblizzard:


    Lynxfire, who had just arrived at the battle fresh and ready, let out a ferocious and fearsome yowl as she charged towards the stuck warrior. She was hindered by the darkness, but she wasn't a renowned hunter for nothing. With a hiss she clamped her jaws tight onto Howlingblizzard's tail.


    ((OOC – sorry, bad post but I have to go ><))

    Featherpaw wrote:

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    Hawktalon[/size]
    [size=4]Concerned.Fighter[/size]


    Convinced that Frostpaw was fine by herself, Hawktalon turned to look for an opponent for himself. He was beginning to long for a good fight, his pelt bristling and claws unsheathed. He lashed his tail and snarled, looking for a Clanmate who may need help or a Blackheart that wasn't fighting a SnowClanner.


    Grendel spotted a free opponent.
    "I'll deal with you later, Narcissus. Either make yourself useful or go away." Grendel snapped. Then he leaped at the cat, snarling. Finally...an enemy to be torn down...Grendel landed just in front of the tom. Fur bristling, Grendel raised a heavy paw and swiped at the cat's face.


    ***


    Narcissus hunched his shoulders. Grendel had finally broken all ties with his family. He knew it was only a matter of time, but still...Sighing, Narcissus walked away from the battle and off the Blackhearts territory, not sure what he would do with himself.


    ***


    Grendel was less than impressed with this whole affair. Everything was too organized. He simply walked away from the fight, hoping to find something messier.

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    Stormfront snarled as the she-cat apprentice threw herself at him. He slipped to the side and brought his full weight down on her, with his claws toward her face and neck. Blood seeped down his face from where a cat had clawed him. His eyes narrowed, he let out a loud ear-splitting caterwaul.

    OOC:I proudly present... Fire!


    With a smirk, Fire emerged from the darkness. He was still unharmed, full of energy, ready to fight. The brown tabby was searching for his ever strange sister, Air. He knew that she'd expressed a wish to join these "Blackhearts", but he wated to come to visit, even join them. Even if his sister was a crazed phhycopath, he couldn't bear to be torn away from her. She was the last thing, the last reason that he lived his life. To then see that she was being torn to bits by SnowClan's deputy angered him, to the extent that he almost flung himself onto him. He hesitated when he saw his sister fighting back. She was resiliant, strong. He wouldn't interupt her battle; he'd back her up. He just had to keep his eyes open for attackers...


    OOC: Chance to attack him! Free of charge.

    ¡¿Pîñëÿ, Måstér òf thê Wörld?! wrote:


    "Well, we're face to face now," Philadelphia retorted, lunging forward and aiming a viscious bite to the throat. She also reared up a little, slashing her front set of claws, aiming for the shoulders and chest yet her battle-furious amber eyes remained focused, staring into Rainstorm's eyes to let him see the cruelty that was in its depths.


    Rainstorm escaped her attack at his throat by dodging, but took a few hits to his chest and shoulders before recovering enough to retailiate. With an angry, pained screech, Rainstorm threw himself at Philedelphia, hoping to knock her over.

    Frostpaw let out a gasp when the tom landed on her.She screeched and began clawing at his belly with her back claws.
    "Get..OFF OF ME!" She yowled.

    <blockquote>Two fearsome cats, brought together by battle.


    Two invincible spirits, fiery tempers, lithe bodies weaving a path through the battlefield. One incredibly beautiful, and the other strikingly savage.


    Two cats, falling instinctively into step.


    Two fearsome enemies, brought together by an alliance, meeting for the first time in battle and immediately sensing the pulsing aura of power in the other.


    Ice Cold and Duskheart had finally clashed in battle. The white she-cat dipped her face to the Blackheart, who narrowed her eyes curtly as they brushed pelts. Instinctively, they weaved a deadly arc of teeth and claws, as Dusk spotted Stormfront. As if telepathy united the two fighters, Ice Cold nodded her approval and both charged the black tom. Immediately, Ice Cold sensed the differing smell of this tom... he wasn't a SnowClan tom. Then what was he doing here?</blockquote>

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    Stormfront snarled as he seared his claws across the cat's throat, or at least tried to. He looked up, seeing the charging cats. His blue eyes glanced from one to the other. He smelled that they were Blackheart, so he nodded respectfully and began slashing at the apprentice again.

    Frostpaw turned her head inward,so her chin was touching her chest.Instead of Stormfront's claws slashing her throat, they slashed her forehead.She somehow managed to kick him off of her,and looked around for a little backup.She screeched as she pummeled,full force,into Stormfront.


    ooc: Um,I think Frostpaw needs some help.Anyone who wants to,go ahead.Hawktalon,maybe?

    Stormfront yowled in anger as he was thrown off. The she-cat flew into his shoulder and side, pushing him backwards a few steps. "You don't want to mess with me." He growled.

    "Or maybe,"She huffed,"I DO!"
    She was tiring,but she kept on fighting,relasing a series of attacks against the Blackheart leader.
    "I should be a warrior by now.I'm past 12 moons,"Frostpaw huffed.While she was fighting she kept on looking around for a little help.

    Stormfront let out a slash at the apprentice. He did not care for any clans. He was born in Shadowclan, and the scent still hung on his pelt partly, but he was now leader of his Army. Sagenight was leader of Blackheart Rouge.


    ooc: is it Rogue or Rouge?

    ooc: It's rogue.Rouge means red,and it's pronounced "Roshz" or "Rooshz" (or whatever) if you spell it that way.


    ic: Frostpaw barely dodged the attack,her breath coming in gasps.She was concentrating on defending now,holding out until she got help.She could still dodge, and attack every once and a while,but most of her attacks were a miss.Her vision was blurred because of the blood that dripped into her eyes.

    ooc: do you give permission to kill or knock out?


    Stormfront began to grin at the weakening cat. She was so small. He spat out at her before throwing his weight at her. He wanted to kill. He panted and let out another caterwaul.

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    Ripclaw huffed in pain as he was thrown backwards by Aspenbark's kick. It hadn't been that powerful, but it had made contact with Ripclaw's face, causing the old battle wound across his mouth to bleed. He desperatly gulped down air, out of breath and angry. "I am not a coward, you filthy excuse for a cat! My siblings were the stupid, lazy ones. They deserved death!" Ripclaw snarled furiously.
    Then he launched of his back paws, his anger giving him strength. He unsheathed him claws, hoping to slice open his opponents belly if the chance came.

    ooc: I'm going to keep her fighting until she gets help..err..I mean keep her defending until she gets help.But pretty soon she'll probably faint from exhaustion.


    ic: Frostpaw kept dodging the attacks,few hitting her.She sucked in as much air as she could get,trying to keep her energy going,though she didn't have much left.If she had at least one cat beside her,she was sure she could defeat him.

    Stormfront laughed and leaped back a few paces. He snorted and rammed into her, biting at her. If this cat didn't wear down soon....


    ooc: anybody got a cat I can kill?

    Frostpaw was thrown back,and she collapsed on the ground.Her eyes started to close,then..No! She wouldn't let this cat have the pleasure of winning.She refused to.She opened her eyes and got up, her stubborness,determindness,and anger giving her a little strength.