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[Center][font=georgia]OOC:
Ermagerd, so dramatic! 0.0

IC:
|| Darkstar || She-cat || FangClan Leader || NO Kill || Extremely Hard ||
Darkstar narrowed her eyes as her mother stepped forwards in front of Waterrage, but didn't say anything. She knew that this was the flame point's specialty: weaseling information out of felines. They had something called "The Counsil" back in the city, where cats would come to testify in front of the leaders. Her mother would be sent down to question the accused. Many lives were saved and lost because out Razorededge's reasonings. The same principle would be applied here.

Then, she heard the soft sound of brambles crashing ahead of their parties. Immediately, she inclined her head towards Storm, and gave him a discrete nod and two flicks of her ebony tail. That was their signal to get warriors to come and join. Greenstar better watch himself... Even if the sounds were nothing more than some rabbits hopping along, the situation was making the FangClan leader edgy.

|| Razorededge || She-cat || FangClan Warrior || Pending Kill || Very Hard ||
Razorededge noticed how the grey tabby had taken a step back from her as she spoke, but she returned his gaze evenly, not even acknowledging it with a flick of her ear. Maybe he was just nervous... but what about? Strike one. Smiling politely, she nodded, and flicked her tail to the side. "Within the last 6 moons, have you ever come onto FangClan territory for any reason. Remember that we are the only ones talking right now; no accusations will be established based on this answer from either Clan." She asked, saying each word slowly and carefully. Her posture was relaxed and calm, despite the tension around them, and she hoped that he would relax. It'll be the fastest way out of this, buddy.

[Center][font=georgia][color=black]|| Darkstar || She-cat || FangClan Leader || NO Kill || Extremely Hard ||
Darkstar watched as the grey tabby slunk into darkness, slowly and silently, her gaze returning to the tom and she-cat talking. She realised how the start of the battle would happen if or when Razored declared the tom innocent or guilty. She also realised how much pressure the flame point had put upon herself.

|| Razorededge || She-cat || FangClan Warrior || Pending Kill || Very Hard ||
Razorededge smiled again and nodded, noting how he seemed to be relaxing. Good. That was what she wanted. "Now, I noticed you seemed a little angry when Greenstar asked to bring Drift here. Was it only because you thought he didn't trust you?" She asked calmly, noticing how quiet it was becoming around them. Her large, sapphire orbs remained on Waterrage's similar irises, not daring break their connection just yet. Slowly, descretely, she took a step forwards so that their muzzles were inches apart, ready to judge his next reaction.

[Center][font=georgia]OOC:
Thanks Fang. :) For those people allowed to go, click on the thread a few posts down. Hurry over. Things are getting tense!

IC:
Torment shambled into camp, breathing heavy, his jaws filled with wire and dried blood. It had taken him 9 days to reach the city and come back, and he had to carry almost 12 feet of sharp, barbed wire in his mouth. The things you'll do in FangClan... Storm's call reached his ears and immediately, he got to work putting up the wire fencing around the camp entrance. "I'll catch up," he meowed, his powerful jaws taking bits of the metal and wrapping it so that it formed a trap around the main entrance. If several cats were to come into the camp at once, it would catch on their fur and shred them. Felines who entered two or three at a time would be safe, however.

After he was done, he stepped back to admire his work, spitting crimson into the dirt, his sapphire eyes glowing in triumph. "She owes me big time," he muttered to himself, feeling the scars around his mouth beginning to crust over again. Rolling his eyes, he turned back to the camp, and raised one massive paw. "Let's go kick some GlazeClan *ss!" The Maine Coon tom yowled, flicking his tail and rushing out of the camp, ready to sink some claws into Greenstar's matted fur.

[align=center][color=black][font=georgia]OOC:
Yeah, I know that GlazeClan will win. But not by a landslide. We'll retreat, but after a bit of fighting. :)

|| Darkstar || She-cat || FangClan Leader || NO kill || Extremely hard ||
Darkness watched as her deputy came to stand beside her, quickly flicking her plushed tail out to brush it against the larger brown tabby. If there was any cats that she wanted with her during a battle, it was the ones here. Well, these and Storm. And Torment. Releasing a small huff, she waited patiently for her mother's verdict.

|| Razorededge || She-cat || FangClan Warrior || Pending kill || Very hard ||
Razorededge narrowed her sapphire orbs as Waterrage's voice turned harsh, noticing how he turned back to look at his leader. So much tension. But quickly, she recomposed herself, and nodded, a peaceful smile still on her maw. Strike Two. This tom seems to have a temper. "Did Drift, the FangClan warrior, ever interfere with your 'private buisness'?" She questioned, feeling that something wasn't right. The way he looked towards that female standing by Greenstar. It was pure rage. Rage could be taken out on another cat for no reason if given the proper circumstance... She kept that in mind, hoping that his attention would draw back to her.

[align=center][color=black][font=georgia]|| Darkstar || She-cat || FangClan Leader || NO kill || Extremely hard ||
Darkstar felt a small, eerie grin cross her maw at her Deputy's words. It was good that the brown tabby had chosen where her loyalties lie, else it would be such a waste of good talent. Her crystalline gaze flicked to where Greenstar was, ivory claws sheathing and unsheathing rapidly. She tossed her mother and warrior, Razorededge, a 'hurry-up-you-old-fool' glance. Though she was impatient, she realised that the flame point's work could not be rushed.

|| Razorededge || She-cat || FangClan Warrior || Pending kill || Very hard ||
Razorededge listened to his words and nodded, observing the sudden, more confident sound to his voice. Though many cats would see that as a sign that a cat was telling the truth, this feeling within her gut still remained. Her ears flicked over to the conversation Dappleshade and Greenstar were having, being so close to hear them, and noting the words 'He still doesn't like me.' "If I asked Drift to come here and testify, would he have the same accusations as my leader, Darkstar?" She had seen the wounds of Drift and, though they were severe, with help he would be able to make the journey. Plus, she wanted to see Waterrage's reaction. Anything that would trigger a response was taken into account.

[align=center][color=black][size=12][font=georgia]OOC:
Well, currently, a patrol meeting between GlazeClan and FangClan. Waterrage, a GlazeClan warrior, severely hurt Drift and so he is testifying right now. But Storm just came back and ordered that everyone EXCEPT for Hawk, Haiji, Soot, Severed, Soul, and Bright should follow behind him. Storm has not made an appearance yet, but if your character was chosen to fight, then you should head on over to THIS link A.S.A.P. Just track the post or whatever until your character is needed.

[align=center][color=black][font=georgia]|| Razorededge || She-cat || FangClan Warrior || Pending kill || Hard ||
Razorededge's peaceful smile was erased as his eyes first flickered in uncertainty before he spoke. Strike three. Nice try, buddy... She nodded and flicked her tail, turning back to her Clan and padding back towards Darkstar, sapphire eyes trained on her daughter's face. Once she reached their side of the border, she faced GlazeClan, the flame point's gaze mixed with a clear decision. "Guilty." She meowed simply and calmly, her lightly scarred face turning to look at Waterrage. Glancing beside her at Darkstar, she released a small huff in disappointment. She had hoped that it wouldn't come to this, and that everyone could go on with their lives peacefully. But once she had given the word, all chaos was to break loose.

|| Darkstar || She-cat || FangClan Leader || NO kill || Extremely hard ||
As soon as her warrior gave the word, her claws unsheathed, revealing their vicious point once again. "We are done playing your little games, Greenstar..." she hissed, her tiny frame shaking in rage. Flicking her tail, she signaled her warriors forwards, her own direction towards Greenstar himself. Darkstar released a blood-curtling yowl, eyes blazing, and claws extended, ready to sink them into the mangy pelt of the older tom. This was where she was in her prime: the battlefield. And now, it was time to show these kittypets who would rule in the end.

|| Tormentclaw || Tom || FangClan Guard || NO kill || Decently hard ||
The massive ivory tom waited until his leader, and sister, gave the signal to attack. "Let's rock this joint like there's no tomorrow, guys!" Tormentclaw yowled loudly, charging out of the underbrush where the rest of the FangClan ambush laid in wait. He didn't care if he had exposed their cover. It was time to battle! Immediately, his huge paws made their way towards the piece of filth Waterrage, ready to sink his claws into the pelt of the warrior who had torn Drift to pieces.

[align=center][color=black][font=georgia]|| Darkstar || She-cat || FangClan Leader || NO kill || Extremely hard ||
Darkstar watched as Greenstar lept at her, calculating his attack would land on her back. Being the nimble cat she was, the petite leader dodged to the side, feeling his claws meet only the side of her flank, and she released a hiss in frustration. Without hesitation, she lashed backwards with her front claws, hoping the tear at the side of his face, and (hopefully) blind him.

|| Razorededge || She-cat || FangClan Warrior || Pending kill || Hard ||
Razorededge's peaceful smile was erased as his eyes first flickered in uncertainty before he spoke. Strike three. Nice try, buddy... She nodded and flicked her tail, turning back to her Clan and padding back towards Darkstar, sapphire eyes trained on her daughter's face. Once she reached their side of the border, she faced GlazeClan, the flame point's gaze mixed with a clear decision. "Guilty." She meowed simply and calmly, her lightly scarred face turning to look at Waterrage. Glancing beside her at Darkstar, she released a small huff in disappointment. She had hoped that it wouldn't come to this, and that everyone could go on with their lives peacefully. But once she had given the word, all chaos was to break loose.

|| Tormentclaw || Tom || FangClan Guard || NO kill || Decently hard ||
The massive ivory tom waited until his leader, and sister, gave the signal to attack. "Let's rock this joint like there's no tomorrow, guys!" Tormentclaw yowled loudly, charging out of the underbrush where the rest of the FangClan ambush laid in wait. He didn't care if he had exposed their cover. It was time to battle! Immediately, his huge paws made their way towards the piece of filth Waterrage, ready to sink his claws into the pelt of the warrior who had torn Drift to pieces.

[align=center][color=black][font=georgia]|| Darkstar || She-cat || FangClan Leader || NO kill || Extremely hard ||
Darkstar snarled at Greenstar as his claws managed to nick her above the eye. Quickly, she lashed backwards, hoping to sink her claws into his shoulder and unbalance him. This, she hoped, would open up for a more powerful attack.

|| Razorededge || She-cat || FangClan Warrior || Pending kill || Hard ||
Razorededge yowled in fury as Falconwing approached her, but stopped her attack as Spirit engaged him. "Fool." She spat at the GlazeClan deputy, eyes narrowed into a crystalline slit. "If I raised my daughter the proper way, your old Greenstar will perish by the time the fight has finished," she snarled, flashing her small daughter a proud glance. But immediately after she said this, her eyes flew wide. Storm! Where is he? I need to tell him before this ends... Her eyes then scanned past the two cats, trying desperately to find the grey tabbied Guard.

|| Tormentclaw || Tom || FangClan Guard || NO kill || Decently hard ||
Torment narrowed his sapphire gaze as the claws of Waterrage landed on his shoulders. "B*tch please!" He snarled loudly, beginning to shake his pelt roughly to get the cat off of him.

[align=center][color=black][font=georgia]OOC:
Hmmm. That sounds... odd, but we'll see. I'll PM you and Fang. :)

|| Darkstar || She-cat || FangClan Leader || NO kill || Extremely hard ||
Darkstar hissed in fury as he scratched at her front leg, but quickly lept away, shaking tiny droplets of scarlet into the dirt. She flicked pieces of his pelt out over her claws and sprang again, her long, milky white blades focused on meeting the fur beneath his exposed throat.

|| Razorededge || She-cat || FangClan Warrior || Pending kill || Hard ||
Razorededge flashed a grateful glance at Spirit and snarled at Falconwing. "It'll be you next..." She hissed, pointing her front paw in the brown tabbied tom's direction. Without another word, she slipped away, her sharp eyes scanning the crowds. "Storm? Sh*t, get your butt out here!"

|| Tormentclaw || Tom || FangClan Guard || NO kill || Decently hard ||
Torment narrowed his sapphire gaze as the claws of Waterrage landed on his shoulders. "B*tch please!" He snarled loudly, beginning to shake his pelt roughly to get the cat off of him. He also tried reaching back with his front paws, trying to pry the grey tom off.

[Center][font=georgia][ ooc: I know what you mean, Spikey. Muse seems to hate me lately. :/ ]

As soon as the words hit her ear canal, the small she-cat darted towards the side of the serval, her movements blurring together. Her round, kitten eyes showed only cold determination, her expression blank and emotionless. This was her occupation and now it was time to get to work. Unsheathing her abnormally long front daggers, Blindside hurtled herself beneath his large frame, hoping to run her claws along the underside of him which would practically gut the tom [if it were to land]. If this attack missed, then she would fling herself aside and try a new tactic. But this manuver would show he, and more specifically Matança, how Zaruku would do against a small opponent. Defense would help a lot during the next few moves she would exhibit. After that, she would test offensive skills and more reflex techniques. If this tom fought as smartly as he spoke, then this would be a lot of fun.

ｄａｒｋ ｎａｔｕｒｅ wrote:

[align=center][color=black][size=12][font=georgia]OOC:
Well, currently, a patrol meeting between GlazeClan and FangClan. Waterrage, a GlazeClan warrior, severely hurt Drift and so he is testifying right now. But Storm just came back and ordered that everyone EXCEPT for Hawk, Haiji, Soot, Severed, Soul, and Bright should follow behind him. Storm has not made an appearance yet, but if your character was chosen to fight, then you should head on over to THIS link A.S.A.P. Just track the post or whatever until your character is needed.

[Font=georgia]@ Owlfeather:
No, slaves do not attend battles unless specified by Darkness. They would help defend camp in a raid, but FangClan would need all warriors and apprentices at these battles because it involves a ProClan, who doesn't believe in the keeping of slaves.

@ Mio:
Oh, no! You can't leave. What about Cacao and Bright?! Nuuuuuuuu! *tackles*

[Center][font=georgia][color=black]|| Tormentclaw || Tom || FangClan Guard || No Kill || Very Hard ||
Tormentclaw snarled as Waterrage's claws sunk deeper into his plush coat, slowly feeling the tom begin to release. The much larger white tom flipped over with surprising agility, hoping to land on his back, and crush the breath out of his attacker. This would give him an opportunity to pin the grey tom down, giving him a better shot at the throat.

|| Razorededge || She-cat || FangClan Warrior || Pending Kill || Hard||
Razorededge spotted Stormstrike across the clearing, and was about to call out again when she got into a fight with an NPC GlazeClan warrior. Without time to waste, she battled the lean tom, recieving some wounds but delivering much more. Even though she was strong, she was an older cat and did feel the pain of what wounds she had recieved. Wincing, she sent the tom howling with one firm blow to his haunches, turning her sapphire gaze back to Storm. Frantifally, she dodged and weaved the cats still fighting, trying to make her way over towards him.

|| Darkstar || She-cat || FangClan || No Kill || Extremely Hard ||
As the battle raged around her, Darkstar kept her eyes locked on the bloodied body that laid before her petite, scarlet-soaked paws. One blow to the neck, and it was over. Not knowing how many lives the great leader might have left, she remained standing there, waiting to see if the job had been completed. Blood dripped from a slice above her eye and a few scratches upon her flank. Not too bad for her to handle. After a few more moments of no response from Greenstar, a slow smile spread over her kit-like maw. "You shouldn't have underestimated me, old man..." She snarled, her cold eyes glowing with pure malice. She then turned around, looking for a next victim. Her rage hadn't been completely abolished.

[Center][font=georgia][color=black]Blindside saw him about to sit down and prepared herself for a softer impact, turning her hindpaws outwards to slow her momentum. This caused her claws to meet his heavily-muscled chest instead of a soft belly. Whatever, she could try again. In the meantime, her abnormally long razors sunk into his tan flesh and formed two sets of not-too-deep claw marks going downwards, her claws able to do damage, but not as much as she had originally hoped. He would heal without too much scarring from this, which means that Blindside and the Queen's contract was still intact. An execption would be a large perm. scar... or death.

As he swung his massive paw towards her in a blow to send her flying, she released her grip, placed her hindpaws also on his chest, and pushed, having speed and agility as an asset. This sent her flying backwards, out of his immediate reach, though, she doubted it would effect him much. His claws caught the ends of her feathered tail, tearing loose some plush kitten fur. Snarling softly, she finished her manuver, flipping on her side and getting to her paws, staring at him in cold defiance. "How rude." She stated, narrowing her crystalline eyes and flicking her tail back and forth, parts of it now fluffier than others.

"Now attack," the Counselor meowed in a commanding tone, prepping herself for the serval's attack. Though she was only 10 moons, the tiny kitten radiated with authority; close to the presence that Matança possessed, hers being more subtle. He could choose to follow orders, or walk away, either determining if he was suitable to be in their midst.

[Center][font=georgia][color=black]|| Tormentclaw || Tom || FangClan Guard || No Kill || Very Hard ||
Tormentclaw sneered at Waterrage, who was wriggling beneath his vice-like grip. Unlike his sister who would end the fight here, he liked to play with his catch, thus his name 'Torment'. "How does it feel? To have everyone in your Clan blame you for this war." He snarled, digging his sharpened claws deeper into the tom's pelt, pressing his body weight down slowly. His head tilted towards Darkstar, who was standing beside Greenstar's body. "Looks like your leader is dead. Sucks, doesn't it?" He hissed into the grey tom's ear, his eyes sparkling in malice. He released a loud, booming laugh that echoed in the clearing, and nodded slowly. "GlazeClan doesn't look too well. Better get out while you can..."

|| Razorededge || She-cat || FangClan Warrior || Pending Kill || Difficult ||
Razorededge spat a curse under her breath as Stormstrike continued to fight, even though he made clear eye-contact with her. He's a brave one, I'll give you that. She thought, glancing over at her daughter stalking away from Greenstar's mangled body. Her eyes glowed with a motherly pride for a moment before she turned around, searching for someone to put her to use. Blood welled from two large cuts on her flank and a slash over her chest. Though most FangClan warriors would be fine with these wounds, the older she-cat felt the clearing grow a bit hazy at the edges as she padded forwards, trying to hide her weakness. The weak die in battle. Razorededge could not afford to be weak. She had a job to do.

|| Darkstar || She-cat || FangClan || No Kill || Extremely Hard ||
Seeing Freespirit battle with Falconwing and watching as her deputy sustained some injury, the small she-cat snarled softly and crossed the clearing, her movements that of a ghost, leaving bloodied pawprints as she tredded forwards. "Need some assistance?" Darkstar questioned in a cryptic tone, her eyes narrowing towards the brown tabby tom. Her petite paws unsheathed her crimson-soaked razors, and she raised one paw up towards her face, examining it carefully. "Seeing as Greenstar is down, I think we should move onto the next cat in line..." Falconwing was to take the place after his fallen leader, so slaying him would cause some inner-Clan turmoil for the Glazers.

[Center][font=georgia][color=black]Blindside was now on the defensive--- a place where she was quite comfortable. Though at first doubting how fast his attacks would be, she found herself surprised as he attempted again and again. For the first attack that he tried, a jump with a blow to the head, she flattened her tiny frame to the ground, his leg whooshing past her. But she suspected that he knew she could dodge that.

The second attack wasn't such a quick save. Though with the speed as a bullet from a gun, the seal point had to factor in getting up from her crouched position and turning, which she could do quickly but not unnaturally. So, his attack did land--- claws hitting her shoulder and sending her flying backwards. But this was no ordinary street cat that Zaruku was fighting. Blindside had learned the tough way how to handle heavily-dealt blows, as it was one of her weaknesses. So, instead of spiraling and hitting anything in her crazed path, the small she-cat twisted her agile back and managed to land a few foxlengths away from the serval on her dainty paws. Blood welling from a large but not-too-deep gash in her shoulder, the Counselor smirked and flicked bits of dirt from her claws. "Good."

His third attack was disabled, having flung her away from him, and completely out of reach. One out of three. Not bad at all when up against a Daggerneck princess. For her final assessment, she would use a tactic she discovered worked against large cats typically. It used speed and agility, implementing them for mainly irritation and frusteration towards the other individual.

Blindside didn't hesitate any longer. As Zaruku was finishing his last manuver, she rushed forwards and began to sprint in a circle around the tom, ducking and weaving beneath his long legs, and aiming small attacks to his legs and hindquarters. It was like a horsefly swarming around a horse's head, nipping and biting where the horse cannot hope to reach. Using an opponent's blind spot to her advantage. Whenever Blindside would touch one spot, by the time the cat went to attack in that spot, she would be somewhere else. Even if the feline tried to lash out with their hindpaws or forlegs, the sharp eyes of the Counselor would catch this motion and reverse her momentum. The only way she could be pinned was if a cat managed to stop her motion somehow. If Zaruku managed to deal a blow to the Counselor, then she would stop her attack, and be finished testing.

[Center][color=black][font=georgia]Blindside was actually enjoying herself, knowing that she was irritating the serval tom. The curses and vile that came from his maw hit her on the pelt, causing her to smirk as she dealt small scratch after scratch. So, when Zaruku began to fall downwards, it briefly surprised her. She had known that this was one way to stop her from procceeding, but she hadn't ever had a cat do it in combat.

It was pretty amusing to watch: a large serval landing onto a kitten. Even more entertaining was how her head and front legs managed to be sticking out from under his hindquarters, his short tail on her petite chest. Flattened but not completely disabled. The breath whooshed out of her lithe form as she struggled to free herself. The testing was over. But Zaruku did seem to understand. A harsh fire blazed in her cold irises as she quickly attached her long front claws to his hind end, hoping to make her intention clear. "You passed my portion of the examination. Now, get OFF!" Blindside hissed, continuing to slash at the tom's hindquarters, hoping to leave many little scars in that area. Payback. Whenever he went to make dirt for the next week or so, she hoped that he would be reminded of their little squabble.

[Center][font=georgia][color=black]|| Tormentclaw || Tom || FangClan Guard || No Kill || Very Hard ||
Tormentclaw sneered and used his massive paw to grip the back of the warrior's neck. He then levered himself upwards so that he still had a death grip on Waterrage, but tilted the grey tom's head to the side so he could see the motionless body of Greenstar. "Your fault," he spat in the tom's ear, his claws digging deeper into flesh.

|| Razorededge || She-cat || FangClan Warrior || Pending Kill || Difficult ||
Razorededge spat a curse under her breath as Stormstrike continued to fight, even though he made clear eye-contact with her. He's a brave one, I'll give you that. She thought, glancing over at her daughter stalking away from Greenstar's mangled body. Her eyes glowed with a motherly pride for a moment before she turned around, searching for someone to put her to use. Blood welled from two large cuts on her flank and a slash over her chest. Though most FangClan warriors would be fine with these wounds, the older she-cat felt the clearing grow a bit hazy at the edges as she padded forwards, trying to hide her weakness. The weak die in battle. Razorededge could not afford to be weak. She had a job to do.

|| Darkstar || She-cat || FangClan || No Kill || Extremely Hard ||
Darkstar hissed as Falconwing spoke, glancing at her deputy. "She wouldn't turn on me. She is a loyal feline." The leader hissed, flicking her tail against her cat's side. Her words meant more than just praising her deputy. It was as if she was confirming the trust that she placed in the brown tabby. She hissed at the cats who were battling, the noise making her flick back her ears. Then, she lept at Falconwing, aiming razors at his shoulder.

[Center][font=georgia][color=black]OOC:
@Greeny:
Have Greenstar go after Stormstrike, I guess. XD Razored will cut in then.

|| Tormentclaw || Tom || FangClan Guard || No Kill || Very Hard ||
Tormentclaw snarled, digging his claws deeper into Waterrage. Though the grey tom was weak, he managed to kick the massive ivory tom in the gut hard enough to knock the wind out of him. "Dumb b*stard!" He spat, continuing to dig into his coat.

|| Razorededge || She-cat || FangClan Warrior || Pending Kill || Somewhat Hard ||
Razorededge spat a curse under her breath as Stormstrike continued to fight, even though he made clear eye-contact with her. Blood welled from two large cuts on her flank and a slash over her chest. Though most FangClan warriors would be fine with these wounds, the older she-cat felt the clearing grow a bit hazy at the edges as she padded forwards, trying to hide her weakness. The weak die in battle. Razorededge could not afford to be weak. She had a job to do.

|| Darkstar || She-cat || FangClan || No Kill || Extremely Hard ||
Darkstar glanced to the side, seeing the shape of Greenstar start to rise from its fallen position. Her eyes flashed wide in shock but was soon replaced with anger. The tom was still weak, so she had time to make an attack again. The small she-cat leapt at Falconwing again, aiming her blades towards the side of his face.

[Center][font=georgia][color=black]OOC:
@Greeny:
Have Greenstar go and help Waterrage then. Pull Torment off of him, but don't severely hurt meh big white puffball. ^^

@Invalid:
Okay. So pin Stormstrike down and be about to deal a death blow, and I'll have Razored cut in. Then, you can battle her to the death. ^^

|| Tormentclaw || Tom || FangClan Guard || No Kill || Very Hard ||
Tormentclaw snarled, digging his claws deeper into Waterrage. Though the grey tom was weak, he managed to kick the massive ivory tom in the gut hard enough to knock the wind out of him. "Dumb b*stard!" He spat, continuing to dig into his coat. He glanced at his apprentice, and smiled fiercely. "Yeah. I'm good. Not much fight left in this one..." He snarled, feeling the GlazeClan warrior grow weaker under his paws.

|| Razorededge || She-cat || FangClan Warrior || Pending Kill || Somewhat Hard ||
Razorededge spat a curse under her breath as Stormstrike continued to fight, even though he made clear eye-contact with her. Blood welled from two large cuts on her flank and a slash over her chest. Though most FangClan warriors would be fine with these wounds, the older she-cat felt the clearing grow a bit hazy at the edges as she padded forwards, trying to hide her weakness. The weak die in battle. Razorededge could not afford to be weak. She had a job to do.

|| Darkstar || She-cat || FangClan || No Kill || Extremely Hard ||
Darkstar glanced to the side, seeing the shape of Greenstar start to rise from its fallen position. Her eyes flashed wide in shock but was soon replaced with anger. The tom was still weak, so she had time to make an attack again. The small she-cat leapt at Falconwing again, aiming her blades towards the side of his face.