Too many chances. (ThunderClan possibly attacking)

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    Wildfire, being unceremoniously dragged by the Vice Deputy, gritted her teeth, leaving a clear, long trail of crimson behind her. And then, of course, she was finally forced to succumb to the blackness, and she passed out.


    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font: 12px georgia][sup]Stopping, Sebastian stared at the camp from a few yards away, looking at Wildfire. His mind told him to go get her, but his heart told him to just leave her. What to choose..what to choose. Letting his mind take over his body, the black smoke ran back into camp. Once a few feet away from the enemies, he attempted to lunge at Haushinka and pry her off of Wildfire. Yeah, it was a dumb decision. He should have ran like he was told to, but hell with it, Y.O.L.O.

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    Rookfeather's head hit the ground with a jarring thump, and the dark warrior realized it was hopeless. He didn't want to admit defeat, but it was hopeless. Nobody was there to help him, and if he stayed there, he would be dead or captured. If he was captured, he would be a burden to his clan, as well as humiliated, and he might be killed anyway. And if he was dead, he couldn't help Wildfire, or anybody. With the last vestiges of his strength, Rookfeather rolled out from Discord's grip, and jumped to his paws, panting. "I don't know where she is." He hissed, then flinched. "I haven't abandoned her!" He roared angrily. He gazed down at Wildfire's form being dragged away, tears blurring his vision. He remembered his heartbreak as a kit and a warrior, how she didn't pay as much attention to him. He also remembered her more recent praise, and the Valentines Ball she had arranged...Rendered mute by the momentous situation, he bowed his head for a second. "Wildfire..." He choked out. Then the dark warrior turned and ran, tears and blood mingling in his fur, in the bloody pawprints he left, and on the drops in the ground behind him.

    [justify][size=11px]Bursting into the scene, Grapevine looked around and scented the mix of most of the inner clans, and she knew that most of her clan was already present, fighting, clawing, and dodging. Without her. She shook her head, she should of gotten to the battle sooner! She could have done more, but oh well. What was done was done, and she just needed to make the best of the time she had presently. So she looked around for a ShadowClanner, preferably, to tussle with.


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    Hickoryheart raised his ears and twitched his whiskers as the reality of the battle started and stole him from his nap. The cinnamon warrior rose to his feet and ran into the camp, to where all the others were, and where he would be, ripping the fur off of whoever was arrogant and stupid enough to barge into ShadowClan and attack.

    Scorchstar sighed, "Wildfire is going back to THunderclan, if Gravelstar needs her I want an oder issues from her after we heal her enough to get her in stable condition, now Haushinka can you take our honoured guest to one of the cells, choose three guards and find someone wiht supersenses." Scorchstar mewed, he then turned to Discord, "I'll be speaking to your leader about your disrespect of my co-leader, not stand the fuck down." He was more willing to excuse a Windclanner, and battles were high but ally or not no one disrespected one of his cats. He then looked around, "Someone get Moxieflame and Legendseeker prepared to heal this cat." Then he saw Sebastain leap towards his co-leader and he aimed to tackle him to the ground.

    Blazingpaw sat down, licking his gash Blackpaw gave him. It wasn't that deep but the blood was still flowing out. He wondered about his mom, maybe she would've been next to him, comforting him. Blazingpaw thought for a second, wondering if he had any siblings before they were separated.

    "Don't tell me what to fucking do." Haushinka growled at Twenty-seven, avoiding any influence to make her loose grip when she Wildfire to the ground like a ragdoll. Her patience was really running on empty right now, and Discord was fucking pushing it. Whirling on her, the chocolate smoke allowed a snarl to creep upon her maw. "You hope I die? Really? Congratulations, the feeling is now mutual, bitch. With or without you we would've won this battle. We're the size of three clans. Get the hell off your high horse. I know how to hold my own in a battle, so no, you wouldn't see me lying on the ground with my throat gouged or trapped. Ignorant c***. You should remember who you're speaking to, because apparently, you seem to lack the common intelligence to." Haushinka was a damned Vice leader. "Stand the fuck down now, before I make you."

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    Centurythunder pivoted of his heel, marching in a militant way, head and bobbed tail. There was a victorious gleam in thos bright silver optics as he reported to Scorchstar's side, "Yes sir. Where would you and I be going, if you don't mind my asking.", the Vice Leader dipped his mighty head. His heart sank some as he saw his friend's crumpled form, but it hardened as he remembered what he was fighting for.


    The family he was fighting for.

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    Discord would allow the Shadowclanner to flee, watching him go with a guilty gaze. Ears flicking at Scorchstar's meow, the advisor would turn her head and bite her lower lip, tail flicking ever so slightly as she brushed her paws against the ground.




    "I do apologize. Scorchstar." Discord would meow in a solemn tone, tail lowering to brush the ground. In all honesty the scratches on her muzzle were starting to burn, causing her eyes to water in agitation to this. "I just do not like breaking promises. I do hope she is well enough to speak in the next half moon." And with that, the spotted female would turn and start trotting towards the exit. Hopefully she could get some poppyseeds for these scratches...




    "I will inform Gravelstar of her capture in camp!" the she-cat would heed over her shoulder before disappearing through the gorse tunnel.
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    Valorcall came towards Scorchstar with Phookapaw and Coldspark behind him, "ThunderClanners if I'm not mistakin', Last time I saw ya'll, ya'll were followin' Brasstar," he meowed not disrespectfully but merely curious

    Wildfire woke up with a grunt as she was flung to the ground, her blood splattering everything within sight.


    OOC ;; Should I make a thread for Wildfire in Thunderclan, or do you guys have something else in mind? And if youwould like me to make the thread, is there a place you would prefer for me to make it?

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    Bloomimgflower smiled at the word tango. "Yes, Lets as tango what do you say?" She asked the windClan cat with a purr. She ran to the leader once more trying to bite his leg. She saw her leader and purred. "Know I am going to take you down!" She hissed at the leader of ShadowClan.


    Russletpaw unsheathed her claws and looked for a ShadowClan cat to fight.


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    Scorchstar narrowed his eyes, god dammit everyone was an idiot. "HAUSHINKA, TAKE THE DAMN PRISONER HOME NOW, I'LL DEAL WITH THIS CAT. Blazingpaw, follow her incase you're ambushed, I also needy ou to fetch one of the healers to come here and help the wounded." He then turned to Centurythunder, "We're going to strip this clan to the ground, and make it a fine addition to Thunderclan and Windclans." He then turned to Discord, "Battles are high emotions, but remember who your allies are, I excuse it, simply because you're an ally but other clans may not be so forgiving. [b]"We will make sure she is in top condition, I want to keep her around for some information." He then turned to the wolf, "Ah, friend that was ages ago, man leaders have passed since then, although Brasstar was a fine leader, I must say though that Polarstar was my personal hero, anyways I am leader now, Scorchstar is the name."


    Ooc: Probably the meddy den first, Scorch is planning on getting her medical treatment so she doesn't like...die xD

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    Phoenixnight stood still and watched as his clan retreated and he wondered if he'd ever see them again. Either tonight he would die or have to face surviving alone until he could find his way to them. He looked sadly at Wildfire as she was captured there was nothing he could do. Must this continue? Captures and kidnappings? He was a different cat now, wiser and not war hungry, why could Scorchstar and Gravelstar not see that? He let himself fade from view, he had more important matters at hand...like trying not to get killed!





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    Pinekit sat in darkness of the hollowed tree. No more battle cried, screams or deadly sounds, no more misery no more pain. He heard no more sound of his life and no more of the cats he knew and loved. "Where is everyone? Am I the last one left?" he murmured to himself. The determined kit stayed hidden though. Had his clan been gone by now, they surely were, he would have to simply wait in terror and wait until they either found or killed him. The terrified soul waited, with no hope left. His best bet was one of a few things. One; he could run, that would work well. Two; attack what ever found him when it did. Or three; give in to them. He wouldn't do that though. They would have to make him shut up before that happened. But for now... he stayed silent.. and still... and alone...

    "Yes sir. Understood sir." Haushinka meowed simply like the soldier she was, picking up Wildifre once more to take her back to camp.


    Abandoning his attacker, Jediflux crept along the battlefield with a solemn gaze, snagging up Titanpaw's bloodied corpse by the scruff and giving a Wildfire a sorrowful glance. He wanted to save her, but if he tried, he'd end up like her. Snarling slightly at the killer with promised vengeance, he disappeared to the shadows.

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    Blazingpaw nodded, "Yes, Scorchstar." he quickly followed Haushinka, ready to fetch a medicine cat out here onto the blood-stained camp.

    OOC: I couldn't keep up with everything *coughdramacough* DX The thing flooded


    The deputy of WIndClan turned to look at the two cats addressing Discord, and she sighed. "My apologies Scorchstar for any... disruptions. As you said, battles are a place where personal emotions run high and people feel as if they should right their wrongs." Nimbleflight bowed her head to the ThunderClan leader, white-tipped tail flicking behind her. Then, she looked at Discord, confusion in here copper gaze. Why had she spoken like that to an ally? It could have completely jeopardized their entire relationship, more importantly, it could have gotten the new advisor killed! SHe did not put it past some of the cats to murder her right on the spot. Oh great. How great.

    "AW YOU MOTHERF***ER WILL GET WHAT'S COMING FOR YOUR DAMN A**," came a yowl from the nursery. A ThunderClanner had Scarabkit by the scruff and dumped the kit unceremoniously to the ground before going off, a scratch to the face. The black smoke aimed his words at the retreating warrior who may have been cowed by the tom's ferocious temper.


    Glaring at the ThunderClanners with his baleful yellow gaze. "I might as well begin wondering where my 'give a shit button' is in the case of such a f***ing unbelievable scenario. Well...what have I got to say? ShadowClan did f***ing deserve this a**kicking. After all, aren't we the evilest f***ing Clan in the forest?"


    "F***, there's evil coming out of my a** right now. Me. A f***ig damn kit."