Let the Bodies hit the Floor! {OFFICIAL ThunderClan RAID}

Clawpaw--WINDCLAN--tom--Fairly hard--No kill
Clawpaw flicked his head toward Fierceheart. "Hell no." he snarled, glaring at the dimwitted idiot ThunderClan called a leader. The black-and-white tom flung himself at Fierceheart, aiming to tackle him.

Starrykit sat down next to Valorkit, panting. "You put up a good fight but why did you attack me in the first place!? I wasn't fighting you. We're friends and I swore to protect you but you made me go back on my word because you tried to maim me! You pulled me into this fight and made me harm you." She bent over and started licking Valorkit's wounds. "We are from thew same clan and I never want to hurt you again!"She meowed firmly between licks. She hated seeing her long time friend in pain. I hope he doesn't try to hurt me. He already got some good, deep gashes in...

Honeyveil -- ThunderClan, but fighting for WindClan -- No kill -- Medium.

The lithe blue and white tabby whipped around, looking for an opponent. Honeyveil's green eyes alighted on Tangleclaw and she aimed a firm blow at the she-cat's left foreleg. She hated this, but she had made up her mind. She would fight for WindClan until Fierceheart was gone; they had sheltered her and her family and she likely owed them her kits' lives.

Cyanthro - Windclan
Rotan-Redom - Windclan
Astral - Windclan
Shegora - Windclan

The large hybrid Cyanthro drew alongside Hawkfang as Hawkfur lunged; he countered by attempting to throw his weight onto the intruding Thunderclanner and gnashed his jaws wildly for some morsel of flesh on the cat's back.

Rotan-Redom glared around the clearing, strong and resolute. He spotted Fierceheart and threw his seventy pounds of muscle toward the big tom, feeling no inclination to speak or offer quarter. The Eurasian's square jaws flexed wide, attempting to encompass the domestic's back and snap it like a twig.

Astral maneuvered in with a slight limp; the Eurasian lynx and sister of Rotan ambled over to Valorkit and Starrykit. It didn't matter what side they were on just now. "You need to get off the battlefield," she crooned not unkindly, for the wild fray was no place for kits.

Shegora flattened her ears, scouring the plains for an opponent. Her otherworldly gaze landed on Tangleclaw, and she coursed toward the Thunderclanner without so much as a hesitant sway. Feral, savage and raw, she lanced from the side, curving her battle-steady body mid air and attempting to drag her nails down the intruder's ribs and flanks.

Tangleclaw - Thunderclan - She-cat - No kill - Fighting Honeyveil and Shegora

--------

Tangleclaw hiss in mild pain when Honeyveil's claws landed on her left leg. She whipped around to face her clan mate, a cat she had probably hunted with before, or went on patrol with. Her amber eyes filled with sadness at the thought of having to fight her but she had no choice. "I'm sorry." She gave a hiss and tried to strike Honeyveil on the shoulder with a strong clawed paw. Her eyes went wide as another cat came flying in, claws grazing her paws. Past battles had trained her body to move without her thinking and she managed to flinch away stopping major damage. Tangleclaw hiss, her fur fluffing out in fear now. Two against one was terrible odds and she really did not want to be here anyway

Starrykit looked up at Astral. "We can't leave. Fierceheart is making all of Thunderclan's kits and elders fight."She meowed and then meowed to Valorkit "Follow me."

"So am I," Honeyveil responded, a momentary sadness in her eyes before Tangleclaw's blow landed, leaving bloody furrows carved on her shoulder. It wasn't a killing wound, but it was painful. With a hiss of her own, the blue and white tabby aimed another strike at the warrior's flank.

Honeyveil -- ThunderClan, but fighting for WindClan -- fighting Tangleclaw -- no kill -- medium.

SCISSORKILL wrote:

The large hybrid Cyanthro drew alongside Hawkfang as Hawkfur lunged; he countered by attempting to throw his weight onto the intruding Thunderclanner and gnashed his jaws wildly for some morsel of flesh on the cat's back.

Hawkfang grunted in thanks to the hybrid. He didn't know Cyantrho, but anycat who helped in a battle was usually a friend. Right?

Tangleclaw - Thunderclan - She-cat - No kill - Fighting Honeyveil and Shegora

----------

This was going to be impossible. Thunderclan was not going to be able to over take Windclan, not with so many cats having fled to them. She herself wasn't even sure if she was going to get out of this fight alive. Her heart truly wasn't in this fight and she could tell. She had trained hard to be one of the best warriors and hardly ever felt off her game, but today was not that day. Guilt flared at the wound she left on Honeyveil and she wanted to instantly stop but she could hear the other cats around her fighting, to many eyes. Honeyveil's claw landed on the same leg and Tangleclaw felt her leg give out for a moment, awkwardly sinking to one side.

And I'm not, Shegora hissed inwardly.

She would not patronize the blind allegiance of the clans - the only reason she fought now for Windclan was because Cyanthro still dwelled within the borders, because her nieces and nephews were in danger. Fighting your allies because a single, obviously insane cat told you to? It took true stupidity to be such sheep. Yet somehow it didn't surprise the Northern Huntress.

She swung forward without patience or mercy; where apologies were exchanged between the two she offered no such sympathy. Her claws flexed openly, attempting to slash down Tangleclaw's flank to sever deep into the muscle.

Breezetail - Dying - Feirceheart - WindClan
Thistlestorm - NO KILL - Needs an attacker - WindClan
Rabbitflower - CAN KILL - Needs an attacker - WindClan
——————————————
Breezetail was unconscious. Feirceheart had slashed his claws down his belly, resulting in his stomach heavily bleeding. He soon stopped breathing.

Thistlestorm was in rage of his brothers death. He wanted so bad to rip his throat out, but he would only end up like Breezetail. Thistlestorm caught Feirceheart's gaze and glared at him with great hatred.

(Rabbitflower is Thistlestorm's mate.) Rabbitflower hissed at all of Feirceheart's followers. "Why doesn't Feirceheart just die!" she screamed to no one in particular.

Tangleclaw - Thunderclan - She-cat - No kill - Fighting Honeyveil and Shegora

----------

The attack hurt, and hurt bad. Tangleclaw could feel Shegora's claws dragging though her flesh, ripping it to shreds. This time it was on her opposite flank. She sank under the attack give a yowl of pain. Blood raced down her side, this attack way going to hurt for moons to come, maybe the rest of her life. Anger flared inside her heart, if she could no longer be a warrior because of this useless attack she would kill Fierceheart herself. Weakly Tangleclaw dragged herself back to her paws, amber eyes flaring with a deep anger. She snarled at Shegora and launched herself at the she-cat as best as she could. She was hoping to land on the she-cat or get a good scratch across her face.

****************************************************************
Ghostpaw--WINDCLAN--She-cat--No kill--Very HArd

The lithe, slender fgure of a greyish-whitish she-cat tore across the moor, long claws, scoring the grassy field. The she-cat let a yowl rose as she raced down toward the jumble of cats.
Clawpaw--WINDCLAN--Tom--No kill--Fairly hard.
Clawpaw felt the claws of Fierceheart dig into his joints but that didn't knock him down. With new found strength, while the ThunderClan leader was distracted, the black-and-white tom made his move. Clawpaw sprang into the air, aiming to tackle Fierceheart.

Honeyveil -- ThunderClan, but fighting for WindClan -- fighting Tangleclaw -- no kill -- medium.

Honeyveil's tail lashed back and forth, her green eyes narrowed as she lunged forward again, aiming another slash at the she-cat. She couldn't help hoping that the warrior would just give up. Blood flecked Honeyveil's own coat, and a thin stream of crimson ran down her foreleg from the wound on her shoulder, but that was nothing compared to the wounds littering Tangleclaw's body. She wanted to feel sympathy for her, but she refused to allow herself to.

Ah, but this land was already owned.

Swyakin lunged for Tazrion with the ferocity of a female defending her land - she had been awaiting on the sidelines for this very reason. Forged between she and Gravelstar, the pale cougaress had made a deal that she be allowed to hunt without harassment in the Windclan plaines in return for protection against cougars that dare threaten the territory. It worked out divinely for both of them. The well fed, combative huntress lunged over top of the faceless myriad of smallcats and roared challengingly in the intruding male's face, her lips peeled back to reveal long, thick canines. She swatted at the other cougar, standing tall and assertive. Possessed with the dominance of her domaine she feared no cat, but rather pitied this wandering rogue for his puppet-like qualities. Fighting smallcat wars... Swyakin might have laughed. There was a reason she did not interfere in their petty battles unless another cougar entered the scene - didn't want anyone taking a shine to her property, after all...

Rotan-Redom in turn went after Fierceheart again. With his goon occupied, the Eurasian turned to the distracted Thunderclan leader and made to swing one massive paw down to crush his spine from behind.

She was cruel, she was unsympathetic, she was out of place. Shegora rolled back obligingly with the tackle, feeling the earth roll harmlessly to her back but twisting her head away as Tangleclaw's nails raked through her fur, scoring marks down her cheek and into the curve of her jaw. With savagery beyond the confines of the placid clans the Huntress grappled upward with her forelimbs, seeking to grip the Thunderclan female's head in her claws and bring their faces closer together. The brindle she-cats jaws parted, attempting to clutch Tangleclaw's mandible and break it.