*Warriors RP*Blood on Bones

~In Boneclan~

Deathberry raced into camp, her eyes blazing. "Nightlock!" she yowled, skidding to a halt at his den. "Bloodclan has moved there borders into our territory!" she hissed. "We need to send a patrol right away!" she yowled.


~In Bloodclan~

Scourge padded back into camp, His blue eyes blazing. "That will give them something to talk about." he hissed to himself. "Lucifur!" he called. He was preparing to send a patrol, just encase that Boneclan had noticed.

~BoneClan~
Ravenheart, the deputy, raised out, his messy black fur almost sticking up. "What?"

BloodClan~
Willowpaw ran out, herbs in her mouth, her bright blue eyes shining. She ran up to Scourge, eager. "Scourge, sir, is there anything I can do?"

~In Boneclan~

Deathberry looked serious. "I was out hunting and I was chasing a rabbit, and I smelled scent markers, about two fox-lengths on our territory." she said.


~In Bloodclan~

Scourge looked at the apprentice. "Of course." he said, licking his chops. "Could you give everyone some strengthening herbs? You can also come with us this time and help the injured warriors." he concluded. If this apprentice was going to be a full medicine cat of Bloodclan, he would have to test her loyalty.

BloodClan~
A small kit padded from the nursery, her dark yellow eyes flashing as she listened in to Scourge speak. She knew that the small tom wasn't to be messed with, as she heard the stories of what had happens a moon ago, taking down the powerful leader of the Clans couldn't have been easy, but she did find it funny how her, a five moon old kit, was about half the size of him. The dark brown kit slid into the shadows, wanting to stay unseen. Her ears flicked, as she muttered something to herself. She dug her somewhat long claws into the ground, hating being pretty much the only kit in BloodClan, but then again Scourge hated kits but because her parents were such powerfully warriors she was allowed to stay.

Nightlock's deep eyes flashed. "WHAT?!?!" he bellowed, raising. His fur bushed out, and he could easily be mistaken for a full-black badger. "RAVENHEART, DEATHBERRY, LET'S GO! WE'RE GOING TO SETTLE SOMETHING!" the massive tom screamed. He could be the only cat in the world that could even land a blow on Scourge.

At BloodClan's thickly enclosed camp, Poison Ivy was working with strengthening herbs. She had heard Scourge's commands, and was wrapping them up in bundles. "Willowpaw! Get in here and help me!" the cranky she-cat bellowed, wrapping another bundled up.

Deathberry nodded. Her green eyes showing nothing but faith. "Yes, Sir!" she said. "Shall I lead to where they pushed the borders?" she whispered to Nightlock, racing out of camp.


Scourge's eyes were showing he was thirsty for blood. He gathered up warriors, all he could get. He left a few to guard the camp, including his deputy, Lucifur. He waited with his patrol in the center of camp. "Everyone, eat something before we go into battle!" he yowled. They had a huge fresh-kill pile, so that wasn't a problem.

Nightlock nodded. "Lead the way, Deathberry."

OOC- Don't forget, BoneClan is a much. much more vicious and blood thirsty Clan than BloodClan.

ooc- Yeah, xD


ic- Deathberry took the lead, and charged in the direction. After a long time of running, she got there. "Here we re." she said. Licking her chops. "I guess they-" she got cut off by the sound of running feet, and there was Bloodclan, charging down the slope.

Murky stepped from the shadows, her eyes dull as she frowned. By the sounds of it, they were going off to battle once again, and once again, she was too young to fight. She hated it, she wanted to be proving herself to Scourge! Her kitten-claws dug into the ground, but the more she thought about proving herself to Scourge, the less anger she became, and more fearful. Could she really take another cats life if it came down to it?

Nightlock flicked his tail as Scourge poured down the slope with a few of his cats.
"Scourge." the shadowy tom hissed with a venomous tone.

Poison Ivy was hanging back in the shadows, up wind of the cats; no one except her Clanmates knew of her presence.

Scourge paused, his eyes ferocious. "Nightlock." he hissed. "Attack!" he yowled without warning.



Deathberry slipped behind Nightlock, her claws unsheathed. As the cats came past her, she sliced their eyes and necks, killing them instantly. "Bring it on!" she hissed,

Nightlock roared with fury.
"GREEDY RUNT!" he spat, lunging for Scourge. Powerful muscles rippled under his pelt as he tackled the tom, a kit compared to the bulky black warrior.

Poison Ivy rushed forward as BloodClan warriors fell. She knew they had no hope; but some did, and she wanted to try. With a low growl, she raced towards Deathberry.

Deathberry looked at the Medicine Cat. "Dare mess with someone older than you?" she hissed. (do they know they're kin?) She quickly jumped high, landing on the medicine cat's back, she was the heaviest cat in Boneclan, which helped. She raked her sharp claws into the cats' neck, and a furious hiss swept into Poison Ivy's ear.


Scourge tried to dodge, but he failed. He was quicker, though. He twisted, sliding under Nightlocks belly, his collar raking Nightlocks belly, also all of his claws. He shoved his claws in as deep as he could, then quickly clawed his back leg, sliding out and throwing him off balance. "Try some speed for a change." he hissed.

(No.)
Poison Ivy hissed in return. "Dare mess with a medicine cat? Especially one with a name like this? This name wasn't given to me for now reason." the lithe she-cat hissed, writhing free. She darted under the heavy she-cat, flashing silver claws along sharp black flanks.
"Scourge! BoneClan warrior behind you!" the she-cat screamed as a lithe brown tabby raced for Scourge.

Nightlock hissed, hiding his pain. "Try strength for a change." he said, whipping Scourge with sharp black claws across the face. He growled and tackled the tom with his shoulder, pinning him with a deep growl. "Shall I?" he said, placing a claw under the shielding purple collar.