The Corrosion of Conformity [BloodClan Attack]

Meta retreated at the wild clawing she got, and was relieved to do so. Oksana was angry now, and she didn't want to get hurt in a possible blind rage. She stayed there in case the queen needed backup.

★Aurora is simply Aurora★ wrote:

As Meta was fighting Livia, Oksana leaped, aiming a heavy blow for the screeching Bloodclanner's head. The serval's eyes were narrowed. "Traitors? You are theives and freaks, stealing my nephews for no reason!" She was ready to kill, now.

Livia scrambled out from under Meta, taking some nasty scratches in the process. She danced backwards to escape further injury. "They happened to be invaders stealing the son and daughter of one of OUR warriors! If anyone was the thief it was you guys!"

"Did those son and daughter want to be with your clan?" Oksana replied, dashing at her in a feint. Her maw was pulled in a snarl. She flicked her tail towards Meta.

ooc: What's the story? :P I don't know what exactly happened.

"They were kits," said Livia, "they were too young to know one way or the other! Someone tried to kidnap them and they paid the price. They're lucky we didn't kill them for their crime!"

"So you steal them from their mother, and when my relatives tried to rescue them, you kidnap them as well?" Oksana snarled.

ooc: It's been over a page so both my cats in here are open.

ic: Frogstep had made sure everything was going well for everyone else before looking for another person to fight.
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Luckysun looked around trying to help defend his camp long enough for their other fighters to get back.

Smokesun darted at Frogstep again, coming from behind.

Wasted yawned widely, still searching for a Bloodclan cat to fight. She could beat any of those stupid cats, she thought.

(Any free Bloodclaners?)

Darko arrived at the battle. The BloodClan tom's eyes were fierce and he was craving to sink his claws in Tribe fur for their betrayal of the alliance and promise of an exchange of cats. The silver cat lashed his tail, looking for an opponent.

Meanwhile, an odd looking pair came out from the Tribe of Many Storms camp to come to the battle. A chocolate she-cat looked around with a goofy smile on her face. "I betcha I'mma gonna teach them BloodClanner kitties a lesson," she said. Exia was more quiet, bigger and stronger. She narrowed her eyes. The alliance was broken. These cats were slaves to their nature; they wanted revenge. She unsheathed her claws, ready.

OOC: Darko: Half-Ocelot, adult.
Groovy: Chocolate Scottish Fold, adult.
Exia: Half-Bobcat, adult.

"They were originally stolen from our clan BY their mother without the father's consent," snarled Livia.

"Did their father give birth to them? The mother did, and until they're old enough to know what they want it is SHE who should keep them. What if your mate had your kits outside of Bloodclan? Wouldn't you want them with you?" Oksana snapped.

"And raising them without even allowing him to see them," hissed Livia.

"That's a little mean right there," Frogstep added in with a cheeky smile. "I mean she has to be a bastard if she were to do that because what dad doesn't want to see their kits?"

"I'm sure she would have if he wasn't a b**** and stole the kits to get away." Oksana hissed.

Smokesun aimed to leap onto Frogstep's back again.

lycaon wrote:

Rainpaw growled again. That’s all he could do. He didn’t want to say anything, fearing that he might accidentally let something slip that he shouldn’t, specifically, the fact that he just joined that day and really wouldn’t know anything like the she cat said. After a long, uncertain pause, Rainpaw finally managed a response. “Then just leave the kit, we’ll take care of her,” he meowed, putting as much conviction as he could into his words.

Hyenapaw gasped audibly when Nimby leaped in front of him, barring him away from the kit. He tried to speak, but his throat was tight with fear and frustration. He looked over to his brother with a pleading expression in his yellow gaze. The light colored tom believed the she cat. Well, he didn’t believe that she was Magickit’s mother, but he did believe that she wasn’t there to hurt the kit. “Rainpaw, leave her alone,” Hyenapaw’s raspy voice was too quiet and his brother didn’t hear him over the other wails and screeches in the background.

Sour |Patch| Kid wrote:

Magickit shivered, moving backwards and almost falling off the rock. Pressing herself to the solidness of the ground, she trembled.

Nimby didn't hear Hyenapaw's raspy voice over the screeching and general mull of noise that came with every battle, but she did hear Rainpaw's comment. "Hah, you wish," She said, curling her tail around Magickit. "Two toms? Can't trust your kind." She said, not moving from her stance in front of Magickit.

"You don't even know the situation," cried Livia at the two cats as they made their accusations.

"Then tell it to me in details- but not now. Not when there are kits in danger by your Clan's paws." Oksana said.

Magickit relaxed a bit. Perhaps this she-cat wasn't so bad. Maybe she'd take good care of her. She didn't know her own mother, perhaps this was a way to give her what she'd missed. "I think she's okay, guys." Ah, the sweet innocence of a four moon old kit.

Frogstep heard Smokesun coming and immediately let the cat get onto his back, but not do much damage. He then rolled forward hoping to pin Smokesun under him by force adn with wait as this was an unexpected barrel-roll sort of move.

Smokesun jumped off, landing near Frogstep, and aimed a slash at the rolling cat's side. "Meta! Over here!" He called to her.