Follow us, darlings? {TC and Pro-Clan SunClan raid!}

Letting loose a cross between an angry and surprised yowl, Isana was flung clear of the tom's back. The breath was driven from her lungs as she landed with an audible thud on the hard packed earth.
Not a bad move. She managed to think as stars danced across her vision.

OOC: Not many anti-clanners here.... Who actually determines who wins in the end?

I'm a bit confused - is Isana anti-clan?

Orangeglow looked around for an opponent, snarling.

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[ ooc ] When one of the sides 'retreats' :P [ /ooc ]

Hieroglyphpaintings had a straight look on his face. "DON'T mess with Anti-Clanners," he growled, then made his way to Sabre.

OOC: Ah, ok :) Assuming Hieroglyphpaintings is anti-clan... Orangeglow is sort of like, Siberian cat

Orangeglow saw the large, maine coon tom-cat from afar. Growling, the also rather large, orange tom crept up, then broke into a dash, and sprang for the tom, unsheathing razor sharp claws, his teeth bared in a snarl as he aimed to sink his claws into the tom's shoulder.

✖ Confetti wrote:

[ ooc ] When one of the sides 'retreats' :P [ /ooc ]

Hieroglyphpaintings had a straight look on his face. "DON'T mess with Anti-Clanners," he growled, then made his way to Sabre.

Happypaw aimed tp pounce on him this time with her claws out ready to fight a cat three times bigger then her

Happypaw looked at him from uptop then asked are you ok

OOC~sorry, buy na, Isana is with Pro-SunClan ^^

Heaving herself to her paws, the silver tabby watched her enemy get pounced on by two other cats.
"Don't kill him." She ordered. "Just keep his jaw shoved in the dirt if you must. But do not let him get to Sabrestar."
Leaving the two felines to deal with the Anti-Clanner, the she-cat rounded and shot off, aiming to find the evil SunClan leader herself.

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The warrior tried to swat both cats away but unfortunately he couldn't. They both landed on him. He was already oozing blood.

Orangeglow aimed to sink his teeth into the tom's shoulderblade, his claws holding on.

Happypaw land on the floor man that was my first fighting .... Happypaw looked up the tree and ran up it sitting below him so it looked like he could jump on her and kill her

Shocked, Root-tooth backed off a little from the terrified Acepaw (or Acekit, as the case may have been).
"Did you, just now, say 'Mom'?" he asked suspiciously. His recent brush with stupidity had made him wary, and he kept his claws unsheathed. For all he knew, this was just more anti-clan trickery.

Birdsong stares at Acekit in shock before her gaze softens and she touches his pelt, checking for a steady heartbeat or strong breathing. "Can someone bring coltstfoot?" she asks, glancing up worriedly.

Happypaw just looked at the kit from where she was sitting in the tree

He isn't pretending, Root-tooth realized. His anger dissipated, giving way to disgusted pity. Although he had no way of knowing Acekit's real age, it was clear, at least, that the young tom was not prepared for battle. How could the anti-clanners allow such a cat to fight?
"Coltsfoot," he noted, turning to Birdsong. "And where might I find that?"

Angelkit walked up to a Thunderclan warrior "Go away!" She said, "I don't want you here!" She stuck her tounge out at the warrior.

Happypaw hissed at angelkit from above the tree

Angelkit stuck her tounge out at HAppypaw "Na na you can't kitnapp me!"