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Her maw quivered with anticipation as warrior and tier clashed on ThunderClan's domicile, her sleek tawny-brown physique camoflauged among the sparse underbrush. Whatever feeling of anger the young Tawnypaw had felt earlier on had only boiled into rage. What got under her fur the most about the BloodClanners was their stance of superiority to ThunderClan.

How they thought they owned the place.

Her auds flicked back against her narrow head as she lunged from the cover of bushes, springing into the thrall of the rebellion. Her thick-furred tassle whipped into position for her to make a light landing on the earth, lips curved back and claws extended to..well......as far as an apprentice's claws could go. Maybe she didn't stand a chance against the larger wild cats, but surely she could take on an apprentice or a younger opponent.

[OOC: Too late to join in? .-.]

Tawnypaw's tassle flicked gently against the ground as she looked at both apprentices. "I know we have to fight, but how do we know if we will rid BloodClan completely? Knowing them, they will most likely keep on launching attacks on our camp until they gain control once more"

//rush

Tawnypaw needed to escape the blood-laden air, the endless amount of cunning eyes watching hey every move and the domicile of hostility that she had once called her home. A light breeze wound it's way through the undergrowth as she pushed her way through the camp entrance, rattling sullen gray leaves and shaking the earth beneath her paws. It was then that feline movements stirred beyond the bushes. "Hello?" She whispered. What were the chances that it was some BloodClan cat?

Tawnypaw wasn't superstitious, she wasn't afraid of the Clan watching their every move. So yeah, she was going to eat. Her claws slid over a sparrow and she began to chew.

Tawnypaw stepped from the thick foliage, ginger pelt sleek....or as sleek as it could get with the starvation they were going through. She could see the defeated look in the gray tomcat's optics and seized it for a brief moment.

How many clouded eyes had she seen in the faces of her clanmates?

"Don't be alarmed. I'd claw my fur off before I'd be a BloodClanner." She said, though humor was a hard thing to grasp. "Il help you hunt, if you want. At this point, I could care less if BloodClan catches me."

"We are all suffering, there is no point in arguing when we have them same goals and needs." There was a lot more the troubled apprentice wanted to spit out, but she forced her tone to be cool for the sake of keeping tempers down. The conflicted thoughts running through her mind kept on pounding against her ears. She wanted to say them aloud, but didn't feel obliged to fueling the arguing any farther.
Best to just stick to the topic and save herself the trouble.
She turned back to the main conversation. "I do agree that killing off BloodClan would be a bad idea. We're not an Anti-Clan. But we're going to have to meet somewhere in the middle. If WindClan are coming to help us, we're going to have to drive our captors off with force. I don't think being leniant will work." Not that she was some impulsive idiot, but what else were they going to do? Prance over to Serpentine and kindly ask them to leave?

-Shoots up from the ground with poptarts- DERP . A .

Alright, I didn't read any other posts on this thread and I have no idea if this was suggested, but we should have a HOLIDAY PARTYYYYY!!

Lol random idea. But now that I think of it, wouldn't it be weird if ThunderClan had a party when BloodClan were still their captors......

#TawnypawofTC

Who does those avatars? I should get one....

Tawnypaw padded up to the group curiously.

//rush post mobile

"Then we will have to fight our hardest. This is our home, and if we rally our warriors and get them together, we can defeat them." Ok, so this was about the point where Tawnypaw was running out of helpful things to say. But her words were true, they key factor to winning this war was determination. No plan or strategy could beat that. "We will drive them out, even if deaths happen, we will fight our hardest to achieve victory. Not just for our home back, but for our dignity and pride. We may loose some cats, but in the end, we will win our freedom back. We are not the weaklings that BloodClan say we are. This belongs to us, and we are willing to fight for it, no matter what."

Wasn't the first time she had seen a cat as stupid as he was.

"Hey, cut it out, would you? Do you have any idea how many cats we've got here? All against you. Use your brain." If this fleabag has one. She thought with a roll of her amber optics. Tawnypaw padded up to the cat with ease. "There is plenty of other spots you can rest, but not here. This is ours, so please leave."

Tawnypaw's head spun with sadness. For a moment, the ground shifted, then she snapped her head up and growled. She had been through too much in her life to be overcome by a bit of sadness. Captured by the Elite as a kit and almost tortured to death.....no, she couldn't let this weak little fox-breathed loner defeat her now. Her calico fur melted into the greens and browns of the surrounding environment as she began to turn invisible. With that, she lunged with her claws sheathed and aimed to simply hold the cat to the ground. She was strong, and so she had a good chance of achieving the planned move.

"Uh.....that's cool......I gues....." The black and ginger calico apprentice was uncertain on how to react, a look of confusion spread on her amber optics. "So, if i'm correct, there's a spirit in your necklace?"

"Poisonpaw." Tawnypaw began slowly. "It's best to be smart here. Throwing insults into BloodClanner's faces isn't going to help anyone."

OOC: lol yeah, there's actually a website for the avatars

[ooc:] Here's the site http://neutralx0.net/tool/bnmk_e.html

Now visible, Tawnypaw lashed her tail when she saw blood running down the loner's nose. "I honestly don't see strength in a cat who first, fights unfairly, and second, only uses defensive moves." She mused with no edge to her voice. It was plain truth, she didn't think this cat was as strong as he claimed to be.

With that, she lunged forward straight towards the face, then shifted her body weight at the last moment to swerve to one angle, whirling and lashing out with her jaws in an attempt to clamp a hold down firmly on his shoulder. Then, she reared and threw her body weight back to spring out of striking range. Her agility proved to be a useful strength as she rolled sideways and flicked her spine up at the last second to dart for his flank, claws tapered down and aimed to slash sideways down his flanks before lunging for his scruff. The scruff was always a weakness in battle, no matter how strong you were. She twisted and aimed to clamp down on his scruff before dragging him to the ground, sheathing her claws. She just wanted to hold him in one place so they could deal with him more easily.

Tawnypaw stood nearby, clouds filling her eyes as she watched bodies being dragged. It didn't matter whose they were, they were dead....reminding her of the faces she saw long ago.....

No, that was the past. She shook her head and glanced briefly down into the pit, unable to find words.