I'll Be Coming Home Soon, With A Soldier's Eyes. (PRO-SHADOWCLAN ATTACK)

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    Bursting into the Gathering with impressive speed came a supple, lithe frame coated in downy light brown filaments wrapped with snowy white socks over dainty paws, and decorated in intricate dunes of a darker hue.
    Almond-shaped receptors tinted in the livid emerald green of a leaf seemed to be imprisoned in a sheet of reflective glass, their gentle shape's seeming to sit atop a the soft pink nostrils of a pert nose.
    Swiftpaw had arrived. And with a shriek that escaped her narrow vocal cors and parted her powerful jaws the Pro ShadowClan apprentice launched into battle, searching for an opponent whilst pricking her ears in case one decided to attack.

    Lynx rufus wrote:


    he only looked at his bleeding paw "do you know how many times thats happened I have no feel in my feet any more but creds for trying and ther are still veins blood loss oh well"he swated at her agen with his other paw


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=#603311 borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; height: 100px; overflow: auto; padding: 3px; background-color: #A68064; text-align: justfiy;]Ducking, she felt a small breeze run over her pelt. Sabrina wasn't too close. She was still able to grab parts that would cause pain. Perhaps if she went for the tail. That was the way to go. If she got a little piece off, that would cause his balance to be off. That was something Sabrina aimed for. Inbalance. It made the fight easier to win.


    "Feeling in your paws is what makes you a warrior," the feline scoffed.[/fancypost][/fancypost]


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    Hushedecho leaped at the anti-shadowclanner hissing she tumbled pinning him to the ground


    Darkngel scrambled up and attacked one as it leaped at her sister

    Silverstar, who had been taking a walk and passed by the battle lept on the warrior that had hit the kit, without even caring who it was, or whose the kit was.


    " never...attack....a...kit...!" she growled through gritted teeth.





    (join my clan to be in an exclusive roleplay and get 1.50 freshkill!)

    ooc: Remember, DO NOT GANG UP ON MY CAT. I HAVE ASKED BEFORE. She will not be killed. So please, do not attack my cat at once.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=#603311 borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; height: 100px; overflow: auto; padding: 3px; background-color: #A68064; text-align: justfiy;]Sabrina wondered if she had hit the tom trying to grab his tail.[/fancypost][/fancypost]


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    ooc: I was not referring to your cat. I was referring to another cat.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=#603311 borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; height: 100px; overflow: auto; padding: 3px; background-color: #A68064; text-align: justfiy;]Sabrina wondered if she had hit the tom trying to grab his tail.[/fancypost][/fancypost]


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    Dawnflower yowled, "MORE ANTI-CLANNERS COMING IN!"

    ooc: I repeated because I wasn't sure if you were going to see the first one XD


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=#603311 borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; height: 100px; overflow: auto; padding: 3px; background-color: #A68064; text-align: justfiy;]Sabrina felt his shoulder run into her bad shoulder. Pain coursed through her body as she felt to the ground. Wincing, the fresh wound was still in the process of making its final renditions to her shoulder blade. The feline, wobbling, got to her paws. Her wound was burning, but that wasn't going to stop her from fighting.


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    ☪~✪~Sky~✪~☪ wrote:


    The kick landed, causing him to stagger. Badgersong's lips drew back in a snarl. "Lets dance, Kitty." he hissed, and darted towards him, intending to bite his hindleg.


    FallingAngel kept her eyes on Zepplin, fearing that Badgersong might hurt him.


    [font=andale mono]Name: Zeppelin {Tom; Muscular bengal cat; green eyes}
    Alliance: Anti-ShadowClan {Rogue}
    Stats: No kill, Mild Injuries.
    Battle Ready: vs. [color=yellow]Badgersong
    Difficulty: Moderate


    The bengal kicked his leg back as he felt Badgersong's fangs sink into his hind leg, and tried to shake him off.

    Badgersong's jaws were flung out, maybe leaving a tooth embedded. He snarled, and reared onto his hind legs, leaving his stomach and throat exposed.


    FallingAngel saw the tooth, and darted forward. "Zeppelin! are you okay?!?"

    [font=andale mono]Name: Zeppelin {Tom; Muscular bengal cat; green eyes}
    Alliance: Anti-ShadowClan {Rogue}
    Stats: No kill, Mild Injuries.
    Battle Ready: vs. [color=yellow]Badgersong
    Difficulty: Moderate


    "I'm fine," he said, then looked back at Badgersong. He leaped at the tom, his claws outstretched for the throat.

    Badgersong's pupils grew large, and he fell backwards from the impact, feeling the claws sink into his throat. With a feeble struggle and a hiss, he fell silent.


    FallingAngel looked at Badgersong's black and white pelt on the ground, and felt no remorse or forgiveness. He was gone, and nobody cared.

    - F a n t a s i a



    Echoballad -- Pro-Shadowclan -- semi-difficult -- NO KILL -- Searching for opponent.


    Echoballad had just been named a warrior...but by Pagannight. She wanted to spit with remorse, but instead was ready to feel the enemy's pelt beneath her claws. The more or less mentally unstable she-cat had been dealing with depression, but now all her worries melted away as hisses and cries enveloped her, and the battle took her in.

    Creeperburst--tom--no kill--Pro-ShadowClan--Can get seriously injured--Very hard


    His calico pelt shone in the sunlight, showing his glossy, soft, she-cat-like frame. "God dam*ed Anti-Clanners." He hissed visciously, "Fu** their sorry as*es." Cussing was normally against this sterile tom's nature, but Anti-Clanners pis*ed him off.
    He leaped off the branch where he perched watching the dumbas* Anti-Clanners try and take territory. Creeperburst stared at FallenAngel with narrow green, hostile eyes as he sprung into action, aiming to tackle FallenAngel with full force.