I don't remember details but there were English boys with banjos (BATTLE)

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    [font=times new roman]ooc: That'd be awesome, thanks Zodi <3


    Ic: Meanwhile, the kitten was sure she was going to die and made a mental note that, if she didn't, to have a serious talk with her father about whet the word "soft" meant. She wasn't adorable! She was an evil bloodthirsty Bloodclanner like she was supposed to be!


    Back to Scribblingwords. He grunted as he limped and it wasn't hard for him to notice someone was following him. However, he didn't expect it to be the she-cat who'd let him go. He tried to run faster- usually he was pretty speedy- but his paw was broken and running didn't seem to be an option.

    (I hope its ok to bring Maplepaw in here, Wolfin, even though she wasn't ICly accepted into WindClan)


    The bengal stumbled into the fray, white claws flashed around her and battle cries sounded from every direction. Maplepaw tried to make it to the more spacious side of the camp, dipping under swinging claws and evading random attacks, this was her first battle so far and the she-cat wasn't liking it. Maplepaw had made it to empty spot by the shed, on her travels here, she had earned a nick on the ear from a clanmate who was locked in a deadly combat, but it as obviously an accident considering her clanmates circumstances. "Okay, you filthy anti-clans I'm ready to go," Maplepaw mewed into the battle, her voice nothing more than an extra noise added to the already very loud combat.


    Maplepaw looked around with huge, rich dark golden eyes and spotted Sunpaw having trouble with a BloodClanner, who also seemed apprentice-aged. Maplepaw quietly approached the fighting pair and came up behind Crutchpaw, with no warning, the she-cat struck out a firm front paw towards Crutchpaw's hind legs, hoping to hit bothof them and send the foolish BloodClanner tumbling in his own failure.

    [justify][sub][color=#535272] Before Crutchpaw coudl leap at her, her pace sped up, and the she-cat soon wound her way into the maze of hall-ways. No none SunClanner would find her.


    ooc;;
    okay
    makign now.

    Snakebite tried her hardest to latch onto Scribblingword's back. Her mind had gone blank, only letting her focus on the intent to kill. What had she become ? The much respected cat of a clan who abandoned her life to join bloodclan. Her savage nature had only stemmed from the death of her mate. Now she was a hated member of bloodclan, who simply went about doing as she pleased.


    Sundialpaw
    WindClan Apprentice
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    The cat hissed as she saw the fray. She was here for WindClan and their allies, SunClan! But..she didn't want to fight, she wasn't prepared to fight yet! Her mentor had not taught her many fighting moves...but she was going to try her hardest anyway! The brown tabby slid to the battle and looked around for someone to fight.



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    Sundialpaw | Female | WindClan | No Kill, Yes injury, Yes capture if possible | OPEN
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt;][justify][font=georgia][size=8]Lovestar frowned as she had claws on her leg as she had pushed her paw onto her head and aimed to sink her claw into the cat's right eye. She had wiggled out of the cats grip as she had padded towards the school with minor wounds.


    /out and gotta go. xD

    [font=times new roman]His eyes widened with newfound fear and anger as he realized who it was. "You b*tch!" he growled and sidestepped. If rage hadn't furled his next move, he'd be dead by now. With a snarl, he bent down, hoping to latch his jaw onto her own paw. I'll show her just how this felt...But instead of biting down to break the bone, he swung his head rapidly, aiming to tear the limb right out of it's socket.

    Pure Bedlam. wrote:


    Wulf groaned in pain and reared his head back, swinging it downwards again and attempting to slam the SunClanner into the ground. Wow...that really hurt. Muzzle stinging, the large black canine continued in his attempts to wham Damali onto the earth.


    damali > femme > sunclan slayer > medium/hard > wulf


    damali gritted her teeth in pain as she was slammed against the ground at least three times & now a fourth. she let go, aiming to get at wulf's face with deadly ebony claws. the black she-cat was on her back, staring up into wulf's eyes. she rolled onto her paws, attempting to kick the canine in the face with her back leg.

    The instant Damali let go, Wulf reared backwards, staggering a few steps away. Blood gushed from the multitude of gashes and cuts peppering his muzzle. Crimson dripped down his chin and ran down his broad chest. "Not bad, kitty." The large black canine growled in a low voice. "Is that all you've got?"

    "Save your breath," she said with little emotion and swooped her paw up, below his gaping mouth to land on his throat so that she could inevitably end his life. Her green eyes slitted in fury as she glared at him, as if her eyes alone could say that she was stronger than he could ever be.

    damali > femme > sunclan slayer > medium/hard > wulf


    "what? you expected more? well then, let's tango." damali stepped backwards, sprinting forward on light paws. she faked a lean to the right & at the last moment, she dramatically changed direction & dove for the left, aiming to drag her claws all the way across wulf's flank, where mourning dove had placed her mark on him. damali was just making the wound deeper than it already was since her claws was ragged & ridiculously long, of course the wound would be deeper.

    [font=times new roman]The teeth met throat and Scribblingwords fell. He tore assay just in time so that his death wasn't immediate yet he was still losing blood fast. "Don't," he pleaded as blood started to leave his throat. He heartbeat served as a clock, counting down to his death. He could've finished that sentence many different ways but he simply ended it there, letting her interpret what she wanted from it. "If I'm going to die, at least leave me to do it alone."

    She nodded and stepped back, still take back by his bravery. Finally she just had to ask, it was something she always did. "May I know your name?" Snakebite asked and dipped her head, as if she felt sudden remorse, something she hadn't felt since her life as Foxheart. Her heart seemed to actually ache more than anything as she looked at the true warrior.

    [font=times new roman]"Scribblingwords," he recited. "My friends call me Scribs though. You can, if you want." he offered. He'd be dead soon anyway. The edges of his vision were already starting to blur and his neck felt itchy as his fur stuck with blood. "Why'd you do this? You don't seem like a bloodthirsty cat. Did you make a promise to someone?" he asked.

    Wulf spun to the side just in time so that he avoided deep gashes down his flank. Not fast enough that her claws missed the upper part of his right hind leg. Holding back a yelp of pain the massive black canine bared his fangs and snapped one paw forward, aiming to clobber her in the head with his large ebony foot. "Bad idea." He hissed, hatred spiking in his chocolate eyes. "Remember what happened to the last human toy that tried to dance with me?"

    damali > femme > sunclan slayer > medium/hard > wulf


    "no, in matter of fact i've never seen any twoleg toy dance with a creature like you." she growled as she opened her jaws to catch the leg in her mouth & slam it right into the ground. she was still running forward so she will need to loosen her grip quickly & leap over the leg. damali would charge from behind the ebony canine & dive underneath him, kicking her legs upwards in an attempt to at least make the canine flip over onto his back or create some deep scratches on the belly.

    Wulf howled in pain as the feline twisted his leg. Growling, the Gladiator ripped his leg from her grasp and tumbled backwards onto his butt, just avoiding getting his stomach slashed open. Quickly the canine leapt to his paws and tensed up, ready for more attacks. He was a Gladiator, and this was what he was born to do.

    zodi wrote:


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    As soon as the maine coon landed on him, Carpe would roll onto his back. He to was large, though maybe he wasn't the largest, he was sure as hell heavy, and all he was doing now was trying to get him, or keep him from clawing at his soft stomach. His cold, pale green eyes flashed to Nik, showing that his true aim was actually the medic. Jumping to his paws, and leaving the white cat on the ground. Carpediem took the small opening to slash out at the Medic, aiming to claw at his face. Well, hell. He was getting into a shit ton of trouble now.

    Her words seemed to clog up in her throat as she noticed something. The wound she had inflicted, it hadn't breached the artery. It wasn't fatal. Relief seemed to flood her like a soothing tidal wave. She smiled sadly and shook her head,"I... I used to be a clan cat, but I was never as brave as you." She stopped to avoid the tears that sparked inside of her. She bit them and the bitter memories back with the clearing of her throat,"Starclan turned their back on me, took my mate, my kits, and eventually my sanity. I had nowhere else to turn to but the anti-clans; someone who would take a liar and a thief like me." Her emerald eyes looked at the wound and she couldn't help but to chuckle,"I know that hurts, but it's not fatal. Get up. Go find a medicine cat. You have something special that not a lot of cats now a days do."


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    Cursedpaw/Hardish/Apprentice,1st Tier/BloodClan/No Kill/Capture/Fighting, Caesiumpaw


    As he landed Cursedpaw turned quickly to face the cat as he struck out with his front paw aiming to hit his enemys' face. He was going to make this cat regret he ever came to this battle.


    OOC: not sure if Patchtail saw this.