Now's your chance, BloodClan! ATTACK! (BATTLE!)

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    {Err...I kinda lost track of who my cats were fighting, so I'm going to be restarting it.


    Konoha-WC-open
    Anakin-WC lynx-open
    Hector-BC-Onyxpaw}


    Grimm's cats lost their opponents in the rush of battle, so they looked for new opponents. Hector spotted an opponent in the WindClan apprentice, Onyxpaw. With a grin with frenzy, the ocelot hybrid let out a screech as he lunged, having no time to fritter on superfluous things. He had a propensity to let out only a battle cry as a warning, in order to precipitate fear of BloodClanners into the enemy's heart.

    So many tried to hinder him. To divert him from his vicious attack. But Jetstream refused to relent. Claws bit into his back, but he barely felt them. His thick pelt prevented sharp claws from sinking to deeply into flesh, yet crimson still welled and spilled slick over his black pelt in savory scented streams. Angry, though not harmed, as he was incapable of feeling pain due to his satanic nature, Jetstream gave another loud, dread heralding roar, eyes conjured from the torturous flames of hell dropped into sinister slits, burning with eternal hatred.


    He heard a voice in his head, a young voice. The comment didn't do much, other then cause the corners of his torn black lips to twitch with amusement at the pathetic attempt to distract him. He was proud to be ugly. Nothing at all sweetheart. He figured that if the voice was in his head, it could hear his thoughts as well. If not, oh well. It didn't matter.


    Something solid slammed doubly into his braced back limb, but Jetstream didn't budge. He was still intent on ending his second opponent's life. A firm hit to the leg wouldn't do much for one as large and experianced as Jetstream. The monstrous black warrior was well aware his crippling attacks had been sucessful. The fleshy residue on his razor sharp black claws proved that. So why was this tom still fighting? Did he wish to be killed?

    occ: I think you forgot Crookedheart from BC. He was battling me. Unless you don't want me to fight him..............

    [font=georgia]A medium-sized grey warrior was stalking through the territory of fields, completely unaware of a vicious battle going on within his own home. Well, how could he, when he was hunting for rabbits that could feed his Clan. Well, a little more than his Clan, what with visitors from ThunderClan and RiverClan due to them changing into antiClans, which made Swiftsong rather sick. His yellow optics kept scanning the area, with no real luck of finding any rabbits, so he might as well return to camp.


    Making his way up the fresh green moor at a well-paced trot, Swiftsong's grey pelt blended in quite decently, just a muted blur worming its way around small stocks of grass. Casting his yellow glare farther out, he could barely make the shape of the entrance to the camp. He picked up the speed slightly, getting rather bored of staying in the fields longer than he would have prefered.


    Reaching the entrance, Swiftsong was very unprepared for what he came up to. Screeches and yowls of pain unwelcomingly greeted the grey warrior, and he was quite horrified, though he had fought a battle before. He parted his maw to see what he was up against, and was only a tad bit surprised to find that his mouth was flooded with the horrid taste of BloodClan cats. This should be good.


    Though as unexpected as the battle was, Swiftsong always had an unlimited amount of guard up to at least support him for an uncalled for event, such as what was occuring very currently. The grey warrior was ready for battle even if he wasn't ready for battle, if that made any sense. But it made enough sense to Swiftsong, and he leaped right into battle.
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    Swiftsong | Male | WindClan | No Kill | Open

    Hollowpaw stalked Swiftsong. she was about to pounce on him. her blood quickened, and her breath became deep in anticipation. the hairs on her back went up, and her ears pressed forward. she leaped, sending dirt flying, and aimed to jump right into his back.



    Hollowpaw// Female// Bloodclan// no kill but open to kidnapping/ open


    Onyxpaw--Winclan she-cat--Medium--Capturable--Hector


    Tempestpaw--Windclan she-cat--Hard--No kill/ No capture--Open


    Silence--Windclan she-fox--Very hard--No kill/No capture--Open


    Darkangel--Bloodclan she-cat--Very hard--No kill--Open
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    Onyxpaw jumped at the screech. The new apprentice turned her head, but had no time to leap out of the way. The lunge slammed her down, and she found out that she was being attacked by a much larger cat than she was. She let out a gasp and wiggled, trying to claw wherever she could reach to get away. Thrashing back and fourth, hopefully she'd wiggle loose and be able to fight back in an adequet way. The black she-cat hated how she had been spotted; her black fur never seemed to help in the tall grass! If she survived this, she'd definitly think about more training.

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    Hollowpaw stalked Swiftsong. she was about to pounce on him. her blood quickened, and her breath became deep in anticipation. the hairs on her back went up, and her ears pressed forward. she leaped, sending dirt flying, and aimed to jump right into his back.



    Hollowpaw// Female// Bloodclan// no kill but open to kidnapping/ open


    The grey warrior had been looking around some more, his yellow eyes quite alert. He had ready to spring onto an unsuspecting BloodClan warrior who reeked of much blood when a pair of paws made physical contact with his spine.


    Sneak attacks. Ugh. Swiftsong appreciated them greatly when he was doing it; it helped with the battle, giving him a good start. But when the attack was being directed at him, the warrior absolutely hated it.


    Swiftsong staggered under the she-cat's weight, which was barely enough to do any real damage to the experienced warrior. His yellow eyes blazed as he attempted to fling her off, shaking out his pelt vigorously, thrashing his head from side to side.
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    Swiftsong | Male | WindClan | No Kill | Trying to shake of Hollowpaw

    Capricorn shot out at Tempestpaw. It hadn't been easy to find a hiding place out in the open. His brown tabby pelt could easily blend in, but he had decided to choose the best spot to do so and he had. Now he attempted to tackle and pin her to the ground.


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    An opponent was what the True warrior looked for. Breakinghalos wanted to see if there would be any animal brave enough to come at him as he surveyed his surroundings, looking for anyone.


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    "Nah, its time to have a little fun...", he said, starting to slide one of his hooked black claws along the kit's throat, but was stopped when a tall big silver warrior crashed into him, grasping the kit. Hare let out a soft growl,"So, you finally came around, eh, Sleekheart? Its funny, you come around for kits, but not for me...", Hare gave him a "sad" glance.


    Sleekheart didn't reply, just gave the kit to Willowsong (If that's her name, can't remember sorry!). "Now, if you would move out kindly, our fighting room wouldn't be so tight...", Sleekheart replied in a calm tone, sliding out, and heading into the thinnest of the fighting.


    Hare followed him, rolling his eyes,"Is this necessary?", he asked in a thin voice. "Yes.", Sleekheart replied. Then, without warning, Hare lunged, grasping Sleekheart's shoulder, raking it with long black claws. Sleekheart shook him off, nipping his ear as Hare fell off.


    "Come on, Hare, your better than this...", Sleekheart's jet silver eyes narrowed,"Or are you going easy on me right now?", he asked,"Easy.", Hare relied and tackled him, snapping and lashing out at the big tom ferociously.

    Onyxpaw--Winclan she-cat--Medium--Capturable--Hector


    Tempestpaw--Windclan she-cat--Hard--No kill/ No capture--Capricorn


    Silence--Windclan she-fox--Very hard--No kill/No capture--Open


    Darkangel--Bloodclan she-cat--Very hard--No kill--Open
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    Tempestpaw growled in surprise as she heard someone move toward her so suddenly. Leapinf out of the way barely in time, she saw a brown pelt whisk by. She grinned; time to make mischief! With a battle yowl, the she-cat leaped for him with the speed of wind, aiming right for the eyes.

    "Mhmmm?", Sleekheart grunted as Hare raked his muzzle. Sleekheart shoved him off, claws forcing into Hare's chest as he did so. Sleekheart scrambled to his paws as he did so, hissing.

    Capricorn dipped his body flat against the ground to avoid the swipe at his eyes. Dirty, dirty trick that was. He couldn't help but smile at her. "Well, pretty girl. You are a mean one, aren't yah?" He pushed off the ground and swiped his paws on the ground and curved it upwards in an attempt of a uppercut at her.

    In the midst of all the masses of cats fighting, Sleekheart and hare got separated from their fight.


    Hare lashed his tail, snarling, Well this was just his luck, losing a forever long enemy in battle. He hadn't even gotten the chance to use his finishing move on him. All the same, Sleekheart proabably snuck away because he knew he was to weak to fight Hare. At the thought, Hare snickered.


    Hollowpaw dug her claws into his pelt as he shook. "Urg." she thought. this was making her dizzy. she jumped off, trying to take some fur off with her. she hissed and swiped at his face.