Making Matters Worse {SKULL ATTACK}

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    { RAKUE wrote:


    { dmitres - elite wildcat - extremely difficult - no kill - attacking rohan }
    Carefully slipping out of the Mansion at Sacrifice's angry yowl, the lynxbob was caught off guard by the sight of Skull attacking The Elite. Flicking her gaze toward the closest battle- Rohan and Whyn- the lynxbob instantly snarled as the Cave Warden called her fellow Elitist a whore. "I'll make you eat those words, you fucking pile of s***!" The wildcat snarled, leaping toward the tom and aiming to cut one of his achilles tendons on his back legs.


    Wëndigo wrote:

    Whyn || Elite || She-cat || medium || no kill
    Fighting Rohan


    "You must be mistaken, I'm not your mother. I guess I should have seen that mistake coming; after all, you are a Skull." Whyn probably should have dodged instead of bantered, for Rohan was able to produce three new gashes on her cheek. A relatively unsuccessful dodge. "Daemons damn it all," she hissed under her breath. Rohan was faster than she expected. Whyn reared up on her hindlegs and twisted the front half of her body around, aiming to catch Rohan in a two pawed downward slash. Honesty, she didn't care where it hit at this point.


    Rohan // Skull // Retreating like a wimp from Whyn & Dmitres // Major injuries allowed // medium - hard // Notes: Rakue, Rohan's gonna flee for his life now, but could Dmitres catch one of his legs and break it or something in the next post? And then not kill him... for whatever reason?



    Rohan wasn't exactly a coward, but there was a fucking wildcat after him. A fucking huge wildcat. Protecting his shitty girlfriend, was the Cave Warden's snarky conclusion, but, well, no time for snark now. He didn't even hear what the she-cat said. Flinching away from her, Rohan darted away from both of the attacking cats, his ears flattened as he tried for speed. Not quite fast enough; Dmitres' claws missed his back legs, but did hit higher, along his haunch, ripping it up some.


    The brown tabby staggered from the blow to his hip, closing his eyes from the pain, but recovered as quickly as he could. Could he run a marathon? No sir. But he could sprint away. Blood begining to sprout from his wound, Rohan did exactly that.

    [align=center]Tiki launched himself to his clanmate's aid, jumping straight for Dmitres. His blue eyes flashed as his cream tabby pelt shot like a bullet, -although a bit slower- towards the unfair fight between Rohan and these two cats. "Then eat them yourself! F***ing piece of sh*t!" His language would have gotten his mouth washed out with soap... If he had been a highschooler, or child.

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    { dmitres - elite wildcat - extremely difficult - no kill - OTHER: sure, she can break his leg. c: i'm also going to assume she's allowed to pin him down, otherwise i'll edit this c: }


    When Rohan staggered, Dmitres quickly used the chance to pounce on the tom- aiming for his leg to pin him down. Once he was down, the wildcat placed her paws on Rohan's femur and pressed down as hard as she could, attempting to snap bone in two. About to go for his throat, the wildcat was knocked off the Skull as quickly as she pinned him by Tiki. Twisting around, Dmitres aimed to strike Tiki's face and knock the cat to the ground.

    Robby Roo--- robekka wrote:

    Civelle||Skull||No kill|| open


    Civelle snarled, unsheathing her claws. The petite cream tabby had just grown out of her kit age, and she was being thrown into battle. Well, what a sweet treat for her! Whit paws churning, green eyes narrowed, she searched for somebody to fight.


    [justify][fancypost borderwidth=0][font=georgia]xyla mortem }} the elite }} kitten }} no kill }} easy - medium (mostly easy) }} attacking Civelle


    The ebony feline growled at Civelle. It seemed that she was almost her age; though Xyla didn't mind, as long as she could tear her claws into something. Xyla didn't know many battle skills, though she didn't care--her willpower would take care of that for her. Unsheathing her claws, the she-cat lunged at Civelle, hoping to dig her claws into some flesh. Nah, she wasn't exactly bloodthirsty, but rather battle-hungry.


    Adrenaline began coursing through the kitten's veins as she felt the thrill of the battle already. Xyla didn't dare look at the other cats fighting, in fear she would lose the concentration she was holding at the moment.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0; border-top: 2px solid #7D3369; border-bottom: 4px dotted #7D3369][font=helvetica]Helvetica | Elite | Medium | No Kill | Open


    Helvetica, the son of an Elite Adviser heard the commotion, joining in the battle with her hackles raised.


    “Dad?” She meowed to Gideon. “What the hell are the Skull doing here? Did we piss ‘em off or something?”


    The tortie she-cat glanced at all the cats facing off, wondering just what the hell was going on. First ThunderClan, now… the Skulls? Had the entire forest gone mad?


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    [color=white][size=8]Breathe keep breathing \\ Don't loose your nerve
    Breathe keep breathing \\ I can't do this alone

    [align=center]Tiki dodged out of the way, two inches from the claws of the wildcat. He was a tiny bit out of practice, but still, he was in shape thankfully, or he probably would be dead right now. The large maincoon cream tabby skull hissed.


    --


    Stone just sat and watched, the Skull hated this idea, fighting? The elite? This was all wrong, all wrong!

    Serval|| Elite|| Hard|| Wild cat hybrid || No kill || Attacking Stone


    Serval gave the air a small sniff. Her eyes pinpointed Stone; and with a small growl she aimed to leap onto the larger cat. Her claws slid out and mid leap and her eyes focused on the rise and fall of his chest. Who cared if they were allies? They had attacked - Now for revenge. Wondering whether Capone would come, she allowed her mind to wander. A bad idea - Her leap swayed; and Serval was knocked off target by Diversion. With a angry growl at the ocelot, she rushed for the bushes. She tensed the muscles in her legs and bared her teeth. Bracing her front legs and clenching her jaws shut, she sprang foward, trying to ram Stone to the side.


    Diversion || Elite || Ocelot|| EXTREMELY DIFFUCULT || Serious Injury or capture || No kill || Attacking Banshee


    Diversion dipped her head. You needed to show respect in battle. Lifting her head. She gave a yowl of anguish and charged at Banshee


    Banshee || Skull || Future || Easy || No kill|| Open for capture || Attacking Diversion


    With a swift push of her legs, Banshee butted the stronger cat in the chest.


    DIVERSION -
    Knocked into Serval.

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    Neonpaw -- Skull -- Tom -- No kill -- Capture? -- Extremely difficult -- Open

    Flight | Skulls | she-cat | no kill | open


    Flight launched herself into the fray with a wild cry, grinning with adrenaline. Then she heard Nez behind her, and, turning wildly, crashed on her side. "I know, Nez!" she yowled, scrambling to her paws and whipping her head around to find him among the writhing masses. "I know! Where are you?"

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    Pepsi ♥ wrote:


    Neonpaw -- Skull -- Tom -- No kill -- Capture? -- Extremely Difficult -- Open

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    "Hey flight!" Neonpaw called over. "Th Elit are going down! Next ones ours!" He smiled.

    Flight | Skulls | she-cat | no kill | open
    Flight's head whipped back as she heard someone else call her name. Grinning at Neonpaw- she thought that was his name; it sounded like a clan name- she called back. "Yeah! We'll line our nests with their kitten-soft fur!" She had been saving that line for awhile.

    Pepsi ♥ wrote:


    Neonpaw -- Skull -- Tom -- No kill -- Capture? -- Extremely difficult -- Open


    "Yeah! We'll sharpen our claws on their bones!" He grinned back, his Blue eyes Hungry for a fight.

    Flight | Skulls | she-cat | no kill | open
    Flight nodded absently, then returned to searching for Nez. Where was he? Was he alright? If he let himself be injured, she promised herself angrily, she would kill his assailant. And then him.

    Serval diverted her attention to FLIGHT and slid her body towards the she-cat, her side heading for the Skull.

    Neonpaw -- Skull -- Tom -- No kill -- Capture? -- Extremely difficult -- Helping FLIGHT


    Neonpaw whipped round, seeing Serval plummeting towards flight. Neonpaw threw himself at Serval, claws unseathed.

    Flight | Skulls | she-cat | no kill | fighting Serval
    Flight, searching angrily for Nez, heard a slithering sound behind her and, whipping around, swung her paw, claws unsheathed, toward the Elite cat.

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    Evil Countess Divvy wrote:


    Serval|| Elite|| Hard|| Wild cat hybrid || No kill || Attacking Stone


    Serval gave the air a small sniff. Her eyes pinpointed Stone; and with a small growl she aimed to leap onto the larger cat. Her claws slid out and mid leap and her eyes focused on the rise and fall of his chest. Who cared if they were allies? They had attacked - Now for revenge. Wondering whether Capone would come, she allowed her mind to wander. A bad idea - Her leap swayed; and Serval was knocked off target by Diversion. With a angry growl at the ocelot, she rushed for the bushes. She tensed the muscles in her legs and bared her teeth. Bracing her front legs and clenching her jaws shut, she sprang foward, trying to ram Stone to the side.


    ||Stone||Skull||Difficult||



    Although Stone may have appeared outwardly oblivous inwardly he was on his toes. As he noted the large serval jumping at him, and aiming to ram herself into him, he dodged out of the way, just barely in time thank goodness! His amber eyes snapped and he glared at her. He was here just to watch the fight, how could he fight their friends? Neighbors? Whatever you called them.

    Dawny. wrote:


    [align=center]Tiki dodged out of the way, two inches from the claws of the wildcat. He was a tiny bit out of practice, but still, he was in shape thankfully, or he probably would be dead right now. The large maincoon cream tabby skull hissed.


    { dmitres - elite wildcat - extremely difficult - no kill - fighting tiki }


    Snarling as she missed, the wildcat swiped her paws again and aimed to slice at Tiki's throat. Dmitres' paws were large, so she was either going to miss and Tiki got away untouched or her throat would more or less be torn out.

    [align=center]|| Tiki || Very hard || Skull || Fighting Dmitres ||


    In an attempt to dodge Dmitres's claws caught him full in the face, hitting his cheekbone with force, the actually cracked it a bit. It hurt like he** but Tiki couldn't care less, he was a fighter right? And so with blood streaming down half of his face, the tom jumped at the larger wild-cat and aimed to twist in the air and land on her back. It was a silly apprentice move, but it might work..


    The greatest fighter is not he who is the most skilled, or the best. It is he who takes his enemy by surprise.

    [size=8][align=center]{ dmitres - elite wildcat - extremely difficult - no kill - fighting tiki }


    Snarling in suprise when Tiki landed on her back, the large wildcat shook madly in an attempt to throw the cat off. If that didn't work, maybe she'd try to roll him off? Or climb a tree and let him fall off?