Lightningfur tore her bright blue eyes away from the handsome yellow tabby tom when she heard an Eastclan cat's threat behind her. She turned and watched as a cat jumped onto Fishbone as he was attacking another of their enemies.
Lightningfur turned away from the green-eyed tom, and letting out a yowl she jumped at Windsky. Lightningfur's flank still stung and she winced when her legs left the ground. With outstreched claws she sank them into the she-cats shoulders and leaned her weight away in attempt to drag her off of Fishbone.
Her ginger and white pelt was now smeared with her own blood and that of her enemies. As she was falling back with the Eastclan cat she wished that Starclan would return to them and that this fight could end.
Post by h a r e . xxx on Feb 4, 2012 16:45:58 GMT -5
The blue-gray tom, unable to run away, felt the searing pain as Icebriar's claws raked his sides. He hissed as the inexperienced fighter whipped his head around and bit his attacker. Relief flooded through his veins when Owlflight helped get the she-cat off him. His bizzare teal-copper eyes were blazing from the adrenaline that had filled him during the attack.
After a few gasping breaths, the tom was able to answer the warrior's questions. "I'll be okay, I just need to get some herbs or find Kestrelclaw. I'm here because I was supposed to be healing the injured that I could find. I came down into the camp to find the cats who needed the most urgent care and get them out. So much for the part of the warrior code that says to never attack a medicine cat." The last statement was dripping with sarcasm and a sharper temper, mostly caused by the still burning sear in his wounds.
Even though he wouldn't admit it out loud, he knew that this entire day was going to turn into a massacre because of Shatterstar. 'Shatterstar,' the tom scoffed mentally. 'What a hypocritical cat! Battle hungry, yet unwilling to fight in his own war!' He wondered whether or not Owlflight or any cat besides Blackstorm and Bluestripe would even care if he ever admits his thoughts about his leader. Instead of blurting his thoughts out, he turned and started to clean his wounds.
Freezecloud widened her eyes at the war unfolding before her. So quickly had this battle for territory turned into a bloodbath. She blinked and shook her head, trying to focus. Hissing, she ran down into the camp, passing the elders den. Inside, she could see a frightened old cat, devastated at being attacked in its own home. Freezecloud narrowed her eyes. Stupid EastClanners, she thought. Didn't any of them think to get the elders and queens out of the camp? There were probably still young kits in the nursery. How could a Clan be oblivious to the young eyes that were watching a massacre. Kits could never recover from such a trauma. Knowing what she had to do, Freezecloud crept to the nursery. She was going to get the queens and kits to safety.
At first Thistlestripe thought that she could take on Blackstorm, but then Bluestripe made the grave mistake of simply getting in the way. She smacked the other she-cat across the face with out stretched claws and then took the advantage of Blackstorm being off balance and tried to knock him over to the side.
"You NorthClan cats," she growled. "You can't even fight! You're so unorganized that you're running into each other like newly born kits with their eyes still closed." Her taunts were meant to startle the enemy, and threats in battle were effective she found.
Even though his wounds still ached from his encounter with the NorthClan cats, Sunstripe knew he must fight in this battle. He saw some familiar cats, Freezepaw - whose name was now Freezecloud - and the other apprentice who had been made a warrior while he was in their camp. His fur bristled. He knew that Freezecloud was not all bad, but she was still on their side.
He could not bring himself to attack her, so he rushed to fight Bluestripe. He hissed. "Get out of our territory!" He clawed at her ears and tried to scare her away.
Ashcloud was still in pain from his snake bite, and he wasn't sure it was a wise idea to go and help fight. Sunstripe ran out despite his injuries, which made Ashcloud feel a little bit guilty for not feeling up to helping. He hadn't even been bitten by a poisonous snake, but it was still aching and he couldn't put much pressure on the limb that had been bit.
"I can't just sit around here and let my Clan fall to pieces," he grumbled to himself. "If any of the NorthClan cats get in here they're surely bite my throat open."Perhaps I should just wait here until they try to come into the medicine cat's den, and then surprise them.
Owlflight's ears twitched as she listened to Harepaw's explanation for being in the fray. "Well, you won't do your Clan any good if you're injured. She meowed over the sounds of battle. "And in case you haven't noticed, the warrior code is dead right now. There is no honor or integrity left in NorthClan today." As painful as that was, Owlflight knew that was the cold truth. Attacked a Clan in the name of greed was unacceptable.
As Harepaw tended to his wounds, Owlflight tried to nudge him away. "You're in a venerable position right now! Stay in the shadows would you? We'll let you know if you are needed." Leaving the medicine cat apprentice, she leaped away rejoining the battle. But Harepaw's duty to his Clan reminded Owlflight of something else. The injured EastClan cats! They didn't deserve any wounds considering this wasn't their fault. Feeling absolutely disgusted with herself, Owlflight eyed the EastClan medicine cat's den, easy to distinguish from the sweet and tangy scent of healing herbs.
She skirted around screaming warriors. I haven't even seen the medicine cat Owlflight thought warily. She approached to den to see if any cats were there, either hiding or waiting for help. And to her surprise, a cat was in there...
Icebriar flushed with embarrassment when she realized she had attacked the medicine cat apprentice of NorthClan. That was known to be a taboo to attack the medicine cat or their apprentice when in battle. She mumbled, //"Sorry, I'm so, so sorry,"// she turned away in shame. She had to muster up the strength to fight, so she ran to help Thistlestripe defeat Bluestripe and Blackstorm. How could I have attacked their medicine cat apprentice? she thought in horror.
Junipersnow had only recently been made a warrior, in fact just the day before. This was going to be her first battle, and she was terrified. She had never fought before. She knew she was just going to get herself killed by tripping over her own paws or losing her concentration during the battle. She swallowed, looking back and forth through wide blue eyes.
Crowbone spotted her, and the NorthClan warrior leaped towards the unsuspecting EastClan warrior. They fought and tumbled, and Junipersnow buckled under the blows of the wiry NorthClan tom. She tried to struggle to get away, dealing him a blow to the snout. "Let me go, let me go!" she cried.
Having no mercy, Crowbone bit down on the young warrior's throat. He doubted the battle but he did not doubt his leader's orders. He felt Junipersnow's blood seep into his mouth, filling it with red liquid. He held on until the small she-cat stopped moving.
When he let go, her head hit the ground with a thud. She had stopped moving entirely, though her eyes were still wide open and glazed-over. He felt guilt for killing the EastClan cat, but he couldn't give that too much thought. "Walk with StarClan," he muttered. He gave her one last look before jumping back into the fray, leaving her dead body in the middle of the camp.
Snowpaw was just outside the medicine cat's den when NorthClan invaded. She watched the carnage unfold with a growing sense of horror that made every hair on her ashen-and-white pelt stand on end. The young medicine cat apprentice was attacked from one side, caught unawares as she stared out at the battlefield that had become of her beloved home. Hissing and snarling, she threw off her attacker. The metallic tang of her own blood reached her nostrils, curdling in her stomach.
What was going on! Why were they doing this! Snowpaw thought desperately. She finally got a moment to breathe, so she craned her neck above the violent scuffling of cats in an attempt to find her loved ones. She thought she may have caught a glimpse of her mentor, Kestrelclaw, but she couldn’t find Hawkpaw. A growing sense of dread filled her chest. Was her brother lying amongst the injured?
A shrill, painful yowl from one of her Clanmates broke Snowpaw out of her morbid thoughts. Her Clan needed her help and here she was cowering like a kit! Steeling herself with a few deep breaths, the young she-cat wound her way back toward the medicine cat’s den to find supplies for her Clan. She ducked inside, almost running into Ashcloud. Her brother’s mentor had been injured by a snake, and she had nearly forgotten he was there. ”Ashcloud,” she meowed quietly, sniffing his injury, ”can you stand? We need to get out of here. NorthClan is killing c—“
She didn’t get to finish, as the reek of a NorthClan cat reached her. Immediately, Snowpaw spun around with lashing claws and a sharp hiss at Owlflight. ”NorthClan!” she snarled. ”Get out of here!”
Hawkpaw had been resting with his head on his paws, his dark tabby pelt hidden from the rising sun by the shade of some tall grass. Above him he heard the shark cry of a hawk, the kind with the red-shoulders he was named after. The young tom allowed his mind to wonder away at the thought of the battle. Sunstripe’s words had made them all weary but the apprentice had nothing to do but wait. As he lifted his head to lick the russet fur along his shoulders he saw a dark pelt streak into the camp, followed by more. Northclan scent filled the air as Hawkpaw scrambled to his paws. Yowls filled the camp as Eastclan went to war against the cold hearted Northclan cats. Did the warrior code truly not mean anything anymore?
Hawkpaw pelted into the clearing, claws unsheathed. He had only been an apprentice for about three moons, and fear prickled his pelt making his fur stand on end. “Let me Go!” A familiar cry filled his ears and he turned to see an enemy cat bite down onto one of his clanmates.
“Junipersnow!” he yowled watching as a Northclan cat released the body of the young she-cat. She just became a warrior! This isn’t fair! Hawkpaw’s amber eyes locked with the tom, rage filling him from his paws to the tips of his ears replacing any fear he had felt. Hawkpaw threw himself against the small dusky brown tom, yowling as he clawed wildly as Crowbone’s sides. “Get out of here or you’ll regret it!” He threatened biting down on the tom’s leg. Blood colored his fur dark enough to match the young tom’s russet shoulders.
Mossfire knew that her pregnancy hindered her fighting abilities, but after seeing Junipersnow's death at the hands of a NorthClan warrior, she desperately wanted to help. Without thinking, she tore out of the tall grass that surrounded the nursery and jumped into battle. It was against everything she should be doing in her condition, but she had to help her Clan.
She ran to help Hawkpaw fight off Crowbone, knowing that the apprentice probably couldn't take him on his own. She unsheathed her claws, but her balance was off. She did her best to try to land a few blows despite it, but she knew already she was going to fail as a fighter when her Clan needed her most.
Owlflight bared her teeth at the cat threating her. But upon closer inspection, she realized that this cat had the scent of herbs clinging faintly to her ash-and-white pelt, much like the smell of the medicine cat den. She must be the medicine cat apprentice!
Owlflight hastily flattened her ears against her head. She forced her silver-and-grey pelt to lie flat. "I mean no harm to any medicine cats." She meowed gently. The warrior flicked her gaze to the other EastClan cat. He must be a patient; he had a slight stench of sickness. "Or your patients," she added.
But why would they believe Owlflight? How could they? She was present in a battle. That's all they needed to know. They did not know about Owlflight's bitter resentment of her own Clan leader, for starting an unnecessary war.
"I don't mean your Clan any harm..." Owlflight whispered.
Poisonthorn's green eyes opened wide with shock after he watched his former mentor kill another cat in battle. Junipersnow had practically been begging for her life, and she looked so young and vulnerable. He had only just been made a warrior too, what if some larger, stronger EastClan cat ended his life just like that?
He shook his head. He had to help Crowbone, who was being attacked by some EastClan cats in retaliation. He jumped to his side, trying to push the other cats away. One of them was an apprentice, and with his claws sheathed he tried to push the younger cat far to the side. If Crowbone had killed Junipersnow, it wasn't a stretch that he might kill Hawkpaw too.
He caught eyes with Crowbone. "I know our orders, but..." He looked at his former mentor with doubt. "Did you have to kill her?"
As Freezecloud ducked into the nursery, a queen flew past her, hissing. There was no stopping that cat-- clearly she wanted to fight. She shook her head. She wished she could save everyone. Remembering her intention, she crept into the nursery, trying to seem unthreatening. Regardless, the queens still looked horrified at her appearance. She would be, too, though; she couldn't blame them.
"I'm not here to fight you," she meowed in an even voice. "Please. I only want to get you and your kits to safety." She hoped the queens would be more at ease. She tried to soothe her pulsing nerves and fluttering heart. She realized her fur was on end-- she couldn't help it, this was a battle. She smoothed her fur and tried to relax. Perhaps these queens would have the daring to trust her.