(You shouldn't be apologizing, we all get museless sometimes, its just a natural thing that occurs amoungst us poor writers. And yah, do you want me to make it or you?)
Having knocked out the small apprentice, Pandamask began to reverse, the fat on the neck of the enemy clenched between her jaws, until eventually they faded into the darkness of the abandoned school.
{ooc. ^^ thanks and yup that would be great}
the wind blew
[justify]Lapaw | BloodClan | easy-medium | trainee | no kill/open to capture | fighting;; no one
From where she was standing, it seemed like most of the felines from the anti-clans had it under control. Huh, maybe she should help? Or maybe not. She could always be the one to stay at camp and guard if anything happened, but she didn't want to look like a wimp.[/justify]
Grim || Elite || Guard || Insanely hard || No kill || Open for an attack
Grim charged after his fellow Elitist, feeling a rush of adrenaline pumping through his veins. This would be his first proper battle as a guard, a high position in fact. He let out a load roar as he saw the battling cats, glancing around to aid any of his friends.
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[justify]Seeing the bear teeter off, Allen decided to engage in some other part of the fight, slightly disappointed that his attack had not been acknowledged in even the slightest. A yawn broke his jaws as he loped in the direction of Pandamask, his amber optics reading anger as he attempted to scratch her maw with a massive, cougar paw. "Die, SunClanner!" He hissed, then aiming to bat her to the ground.
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PLEASE REPLY IN PURPLE IF YOU ATTACKING MY CHARACTERS ♥♥
ASHFORD | SCARCLAN | GLADIATOR | OPEN
The lithe and nimble pelt of Ashford fled onto the battlefield. Her sky blue eyes blazed as she looked for a pathetic sunclanner to attack.
LACEDPAW | SUNCLAN | THUG | OPEN
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[justify]hangedpaw--bloodclan---hard---may injure/may capture/may not kill--fighting lacedpaw
the bloodclan daredevil's crooked left tabby ear pricked as he noticed a young thug frozen and decided this was his chance. the muscular large blue tabby went into a quick launch and aimed to tackle the chocolate white sunclanner.[/justify]
Nightbird||Elite||No kill/capture||open for attack
She had gotten here through the high ways, running across tree branches and walls and buildings, carrying a twoleg purse full of shards of sharpened glass and stone. She also had brought along some carefully contained poisons, which could make the wounds from her projectiles far more dangerous. she watched the battle for a little, until she could pick out a target that was with out a doubt Sunclan. Seeing a cat who had not yet joined in to the worst of the battle, she took one of her shards between the toes of one of her forepaws, calculating how far she would have to throw it, and how fast. She flung it at the cat with practiced skill. Unless the cat changes course within a second or two, it would hit.
| Cataclysm | Trainee / 1st tier | BloodClan | Fighting: Lezi Harbringer | No kill | Hard |
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Rather than striking at his opponent, Cataclysm instead began to circle Lezi. "Traitor," he spat in a hushed tone as though shooting venom from his jaws. His dark obsidian razors scraped the ground several times as he made his way around the tom, but never lunged. "Even if you stay here, with the swine that'll be struggling to recover from this. I'll still hunt you down. You sealed your fate to death either way."
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[font=georgia]Siren|The Elite|Trainee|Medium|No Kill/Capture/Maim|Open
Siren Mortem-Ipsum joined in the battle, flicking her tail and hissing furiously. This was it, her first battle! It was time to show those Sunclanners what she had learned.
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Opalescence|The Elite|Member|Easy|No Kill|Open
Like the cat before her, Opalescence raced through the Sunclan camp. Her paws shook underneath her, and fear gripped her throat as she looked around for someone to fight. She had only ever done light spars with her fellow elitists, and they always were kind enough not to kill her. Who knew what would happen when a cat was looking for bloodshed?
ooc; hey deccy, nightqueen mentioned you. i'm her older brother. maybe we should rp sometime?
ic; Blossompaw waited for an attack, and didn't judge the absense of Phantomkit's roleplayer.
Laden you said in your previous post that Blossompaw was attacking Dante. Phantomkit is in a completely different fight with Gunpaw...
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OOC;; Montgomery || Slayer (He's seven moons old, but is already way larger than a cat, so... yeah. xD) || SunClan || Extreme || Brandiloquent
Auster | ScarClan | Warrior | Hard | No capture, serious injury unlikely, no kill
Jasper | Elite | Apprentice | Hard | Eastern Diamondback Rattlesnake | No capture, no kill
IC;; A sharp, painful wave of shock shot through his now-injured leg, but he wasn't slammed down into the ground. While he was in the wolf's grip, he attempted to stab him in the chest with his protruding bone.
Howlingcry felt his claws slice nothing but air, and he was ready for some sort of counter attack from the black and white she-cat. The blue solid tom reared up onto steady hind legs, although his belly was exposed for mere seconds, it didn't allow enough time for the BloodClanner to slot in an attack before he came crashing down. He was using gravity to his advantage by trying to guide the small she-cats' head into the ground with a forceful push that would have critical affect.
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Theo - Elite - leader
Jack - SunClan - slayer
Batwing - BloodClan - Third Tier
Kryptonite - BloodClan - First Tier
{{ permission to use telepathy?
Batwing let out a cry of pain as Howlingcry landed on her head and scrabbled rapidly to try and dislodge herself from underneath the tom's weight. She tried to send a piercing Telepathic screech into his mind to try and overwhelm his brain.
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Nero Madarao-Stylist/Warrior-Elite-Medium
Nero plunged his way through the mass of yowling and fighting cats, his claws aching to grab hold of something. This was the young tomcat's first battle, although he was an ex-head stylist taught by a few Dragonslayers to fight, he was strong as anyone. Fear and adrenaline coursed through his veins as he charged toward the heart of battle.
Daisya Beri-Trainee-Pitbull-Elite-Hard
A black flash slashed through the crowd, it's cold brown eyes filled with excitement and energy. The young pitbull's teeth where already stained red with blood and for his this was just fun and games. Daisya was bred to fight and fight until he dropped death, like that would happen.
Voltswitch-Warrior-Bloodclan-Very Hard
The muscular figure of an ebony she-cat rammed head first into the nearest cat, taking down every opponent as if she where a bull. Her tori colored fur looked like fire spitting up into the midnight sky, as her heart matched the powerful blaze of a wild forest fire.
[color=white]Phantomrequiem-Warrior-Bloodclan-Hard
As last, but not least the great niece of Pagannight and the granddaughter of Serpentstar blazed toward battle with a large devilish grin upon her face. Her deep copper eyes flared with excitement and adrenaline as she let out a yowl, charging toward the nearest cat.
This was annoying. Seriously.
Gravelstar raced into camp with her Clan behind her, mentally rolling her eyes. What the hell. SunClan better pay her back with interest for this.
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WindClan:
Gravelstar - OPEN
Sidefang - OPEN
Lissomeleap - OPEN
Smileyface - OPEN
Kallyflare - OPEN
Justicepaw - OPEN
RiverClan:
Mercurypoisoning - OPEN
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Time is running out...
l Fang l Male l Elite l Capture l No-Kill l Fighting: None/Open l Medium l
Grey eyes flashed, a long, raven-black tail whipped, and Fang was in the middle of the battle. The Elitist was thirsty for a fight, aching to feel blood well between his claws. His stormy grey eyes glittered as he sought an opponent, looking for another way to avenge his sister's death.
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Gunpaw / Riverclan / Medium / Fighting Phantomkit
Gunpaw skidded to a stop before the disappearing kit. How could a kit have invisibility?! He hissed angrily. "Show yourself and fight like a real cat! Only cowards use invisibility!"
Gunpaw did respond. It was two seconds before your post with Dante :)
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Voltswitch-Warrior-Bloodclan-Very Hard
The young warrior's blazing yellow eyes instantly locked onto the front line of Windclan as Gravelstar came into her sight's. Faster than the blink of an eye the tortoiseshell she-cat was racing toward the Windclan leader. Voltswitch flung herself into the air, aiming to take down Gravelstar.
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[color=white]Underarmor-Warrior-Sunclan-Medium
A black and white figure flew past cat after cat, his paws thundering against the hard, dusty ground. His silvery eyes burned with rage and pure hatred as Underarmor scanned the area for someone to fight. [color=red]Fang instantly caught the corner of his eye as he hauled himself around and barreled toward the Elitist.
ooc; Please place my characters name in red if attacking.
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Time is running out...
l Fang l Male l Elite l Capture l No-Kill l Fighting: Underarmor l Medium l
The shadowy Elitist's feline eyebrows raised suddenly as [color=red]Underarmor charged towards him. Fang side-stepped easily, dropping into a smooth battle crouch as he analyzed his opponent. The Elitist was smaller, but he was smaller than many cats. It didn't bother him though. He dove forward, attempting to dive beneath the Sunclan warrior's belly and surprise him with a rake down the side.
[font=georgia]Siren|Elite|Traine|Medium|No Kill/Maim|Attacking--Justicepaw
Seeing a Windclan cat around her own age, Siren slunk over to where the apprentice was. With a forceful leap, the mackerel made to slash Justicepaw's face with her unsheathed claws.