Your under a new world order! {BLOODCLAN TAKEOVER}{OPEN FOR ALL}

[justify]The claws ripped quickly across her flank, and Ren flinched. Though, she would not let that get her down. As the leader stopped and talked to another warrior, Renaissancedance flicked herself around and ran so quickly in the leader's direction that it was hard to even see her. She used her pwoers to hack into the cat's mind, and saw that she was currently using her power. This would be a weakness for Hawmons Mist, seeing as it would be hard to focus using her power on one cat and fighting back to another. Renaissacnedance this time didn't jump, but aimed to ram straight into the back of the Bloodclan leader, which would push her forward if she hit, plus the Hawkclanner would still be on her feet and ready for the next attack.[/justify]

(Holy crap. What is my charrie gonna do!?)

Whitecloud|Extreme|Only kill if your charrie is extreme. Possible capture/injury|Hawkclan|Reaper Assistant

Whitecloud's muscles rippled as he tensed. His second battle. He loved it. But that also scared him which was quite rare. Seeing fear in his enemie's eyes...it excited him. Was that wrong? Whitecloud hated questioning himself and his loyalty but Bloodclan, he had to admit, was powerful even though the cats might not be as strong. This was a battle for Whitecloud's inner self- which was rarely expressed- too. He would have to see where his loyalties lay. But already he wanted to learn the lethal Bloodclanner's fighting techniques and skills. Even if it meant turning into a monster. Maybe he already was one.

--paramore wrote:

[justify]The claws ripped quickly across her flank, and Ren flinched. Though, she would not let that get her down. As the leader stopped and talked to another warrior, Renaissancedance flicked herself around and ran so quickly in the leader's direction that it was hard to even see her. She used her pwoers to hack into the cat's mind, and saw that she was currently using her power. This would be a weakness for Hawmons Mist, seeing as it would be hard to focus using her power on one cat and fighting back to another. Renaissacnedance this time didn't jump, but aimed to ram straight into the back of the Bloodclan leader, which would push her forward if she hit, plus the Hawkclanner would still be on her feet and ready for the next attack.[/justify]

[align=center][font=didot]OOC: Remember to ask permission to use her ability if it involves her having a personal gain Just a light reminder

IC: Haemon Mist could hear the thumping footsteps of her opponent as she ran by. The icy leader kept her mind locked onto Gunpowder's mind and flexed her claws. The leader allowed the attack to come forward and smash into her body yet she did something very unique that all Bloodclanner's knew how to do. The leader flexed her two front paws forward and attempted to sink them into Renaissancedance's chest as she pushed forward, latching them into her soft fur. The leader then attempted to pull the Hawkclanner with her, using her core strength to fling her over her left shoulder and allowing her to slam into the ground.

rυмpelѕтιlтѕĸιn. wrote:

The python's jaw widened and he let out an angered hiss. With a swift fluid motion, he aimed to wrap his coils around Alamea.

Alamea's clear blue eyes widened as she felt the scaly coils of the phyton wrap around her long back legs. She let out a snarl as she felt herself fall to the dust-covered ground as she bared her ivories at the python as she was now pissed off.

Fungai's dark copper-golden eyes were trained on the battle. The huge Harpy Eagle's dark outline was on a pine tree as he searched for any Bloodclanners that he could easily pick off. Yet his mind was caught on the thought that Nettlesting could be hurt but he tried to keep his concentration on the fighting as he let out a loud shriek and swooped towards the fight, careful he wouldn't grab any Hawkclanners.

Chemicalvirus's golden fur was bristilng as he glanced around for anyone to dare come tumbling towards him as he kept guard of the nursery with his long translucent claws unsheathed and ready for anything those little douche bags threw at him.

morphcraft ;; wrote:

Tiresias hissed in pain, his paw feeling like it was on fire instead of stuck in this maniac's jaws. He dropped down to his stomach quickly, not wanting the entire flesh ripped off, but lashed out with a quick paw at Northpaw's mouth to hopefully make her recoil. There was the oddest feeling of teeth raking over bone and he did his best to ignore it, despite the shudder that it sent through his very soul. "NO." The blue tabby, refusing to give another inch, bunched his hind paws underneath his body and wrenched upwards, pulling hard and fast in an effort to have his paw escape those vicious teeth.

rυмpelѕтιlтѕĸιn. wrote:

"Doesn't mean I can't eat one of you," grinned Tangledpaw. "And it looks like I have a volunteer." She cooed, staring at Cairnpaw. She could hear their heartbeats. Beating in her ears like drums. It was addicting. Intoxicating. Her eyes snapped open, aiming to slash her claws across Cairnpaw's throat. After that attempt, she aimed to stick her claws into Cairnpaw's chest, twist around and slam her to the ground.

Cairnpaw let out some sort of painful noise as Bloodclan claws reached her throat and chest, knocking her to the ground. She went to swallow, but it hurt like hell; maybe she was overreacting? Ah well. Having never recieved any proper training, the apprentice just thrashed her unsheathed paws about, although quite nicely. Hopping she caused some sort of damage, Cairnpaw quickly caught a glance of Tangledpaw's belly and aimed to rake her back claws down the soft spot.

[align=center][color=white][font=helvetica]Tiresias took advantage of the tiny gap and his loss of flesh, ripping backwards with desperation enough behind the blow to free his paw from her gory mouth. The blue tabby backed up a few steps, wanting some distance between his paw and Northpaw's jaws, though he knew that he'd almost invariably end up fighting her once more. It was as if they just couldn't stand seeing the other alive.

Renaissancedance saw that she pushed Haemon Mist, and knew there was an attack coming. As the she-cat tumbled over, and saw the paws coming at her chest. She skidded to a stop and dug her deep claws into the groud, stopping before the leader's claws could drag her with her. Instead of following, she once again regained all of her energy and balance before aiming another attack, coming at her for the side, and trying to claw down her flank.

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"Gunpowder!" Haemon Mist called into the Hawkclan warriors mind, mimicking Willowstar's voice and attempting to arrange the tom's vision to see herself as Willowstar's appearance. Her icy gaze flexed and she managed to dodge Renaissancedance's first move by jumping and flipping her body backwards away from the attack. "Renaissancedance has turned on us, please help me! Come and protect me, I'm wounded" the leader called into the tom's mind, seeing if he'd turn on his fellow clan mate by being masked in her betrayal. The leader would be interested to see if he'd be persuaded by her message.

The leader backed away and lashed her long tail, being away from Renaissancedance's second attack and watching to see if she'd strike once more.

morphcraft ;; wrote:

Tiresias took advantage of the tiny gap and his loss of flesh, ripping backwards with desperation enough behind the blow to free his paw from her gory mouth. The blue tabby backed up a few steps, wanting some distance between his paw and Northpaw's jaws, though he knew that he'd almost invariably end up fighting her once more. It was as if they just couldn't stand seeing the other alive.

tigerblood wrote:

Dammit. Dammit, dammit, dammit! Why did his clan always have to get into this crap, right when he thought things were going to be alright for a while?
Freaking BloodClan, the heartless bastards. They just thought they could parade into any territory they liked and take it over. Damn them! He hated them so much!
And who is this cat? Well, it was no other than Thunderfur, a large orange tabby, whom was the mate of Willowstar and brother of Whitestar, the two leaders of Hawkclan, and which both were not anywhere near the scene. The tom was sitting at the outlines of the fight his clanmates and the bloodclans were going into, watching as his clan hopelessly tried to fight for their freedom. This was so pointless. They would never win. They didn't have a plan, and the leaders, the two cats half of these guys would actually listen to, where nowhere to be seen. They were just swinging their claws around like they thought they could actually cut down all of the enemies forces.
Usually, the typically happy and looking-on-the-bright-side cat would be in the heat of battle, tearing out fur and throats, but that day he did nothing. Just watch as his clanmates suffered.
He felt terrible for doing this, but what was the point? He was getting so old...and he would just be a burden in this fight. A distraction, at best, for the BloodClanners. HawkClan was being taken over, and there was nothing any of them could do to stop it.

ooc: OH LOL. Thanks for posting that, but I'll let her say that and hope for Euphoriapaw to correct her <3

TWB

[justify]Privatepaw growled, and aimed to get a grip on Tangledpaw, and pull him away from Cairnpaw. She probably wouldn't approve of him always being so protective, but now that they liked each other and were mates, he really didn't have anything to lose. He could be himself, and he could defend her when needed.[/justify]

♣ Sorrel INACTIVE wrote:

The large red tabby felt flesh rip from her jaws as the tom pulled away. A smirk spread across her jaws as she spit out the chunks of flesh that layed in between her teeth. The she-cat then slowly began to lick her muzzle as if enjoying the taste of his blood. "You won't be able to use that leg or paw for a while there hun." Northpaw mewed as she slowly began to pad forward. However she was wounded as well as her face was covered in scratches, but not as bad as the tom as she had sunk her claws into the tom's stomach and bit deeply into his arm. Now she was ready to kill him, but he was a good opponent, maybe she could keep him alive. Maybe not. That would be decided at the last moment.

[align=center][font=helvetica][color=white]Tiresias waited, his pelt spiking in anger. There was no snappy retort upon his tongue now, nothing but the ferocious hatred twisting his face and his bloody paws. It was true, he'd be hard-pressed to fight for a bit, but the paw was slightly less precious to him than his shoulder had been. It would heal, as all wounds did with time. Don't even think about calling me hun again, he wanted to scream, but it would be embarrassing and unprofessional.