What Shall We Die For? [P8]

The member 'Tree' has done the following action : Dices roll

'Chance Dice' : 2

Nightwing flinched as claws racked her ears. Taking a few steps back, she growled, not replying, but watching the enemy's moves, learning how he likes to fight. Crouching low, her wounds dripping with blood, he heart founding in the fog of battle. dashing at the rogue, grabbing its hind paw, digging in her teeth with her jaw strength, not letting go.

Nightwing used Teeth Grip Dealing 13 damage for ONE Turn using 20 stamina
Baldwin:
HP: 87/100
SP: 165/200

Nightwing:
HP: 71/100
SP: 180/200

The member 'Splotchu' has done the following action : Dices roll

'Effect Dice' : 2

Fallenpaw was enthralled by the heat of the battle, and had gotten accustomed to the shrieks and screeches of raging cats in combat. She felt sort of victorious as she aided Cedarfur, slashing at the larger she-cat Blanche with her claws. It felt good to use the weapons she had trained with, been born with - especially if it helped her clanmates. She was perfectly comfortable with the position she was in; double-teaming. It gave her an advantage. Not that she wasn't fully capable of taking a rouge out on her own - she could do that with ease, Fallenpaw assured herself - but it was always safer on the safe side. Using the phrase in her mind made her think, well, she didn't need to be safe - that was the risk of a true warrior, treading outside the boundaries of safety for justice.

Well, Fox-dung. It didn't matter. She just liked having the upper paw in things.

While sorting out trivial thoughts, she lost concentration for a split second - the moment in where a figure roughly shoved her off her paws and onto the ground. Her breath was cut short at the impact, and Fallenpaw was caught by surprise as two sets of claws, backed by the strength of a battler, pinned her to the ground, slightly digging into her flesh. The scratches stung with pain as she struggled to asses the situation, while a wisp of fear grasped her heart. She glanced at her opponent, her sea-foam orbs widening as she was stabbed with anxiety. The she-cat was pale ginger in color, and was about the size of an apprentice. Which was slightly bigger than her, she thought bitterly. Fallenpaw snarled, trying to look like a real ShadowClan warrior and maybe intimidate Anna while she struggled under her grip.

Well she certainly didn't have the upper paw anymore.

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Fallenpaw

HP: 15
SP:70

That amused glint quickly disappeared with the addition of sharp fangs into her shoulder. She let out out a cry of pain before biting her lip. She wouldn't let this silly clan cat think she was weak. Still, even as she tried to push and fling him off, Rustfang stayed, much to her discomfort. "You won't win." She snapped. "There's no hope for you!" She laughed at this, still attempting to fling the tom off.

Shagrat:
HP: 42/60
SP: 185/200

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Blanche was expecting the hit, so whenever Cedarfur aimed an attack at her, she squirmed away. Unfortunately, the she-cat hadn't moved away far enough, and she still felt the attack head on. Hissing from the pain, Blanche only deepened her hold. She was doing fine, that is until Fallenpaw joined the mix. Blanche coughed as another paw cut at her exposed stomach. She finally loosened her grip, about to turn and attack Fallenpaw. Instead, she spotted Anna and blinked in appreciation, her teeth still loosely dug into Cedarfur, though she was distracted.

Blanche:
HP: 43/60
SP: 180/200

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Philip, still draped over Gingerheart's shoulders, chuckled softly. "Now, that's not gonna work! You can't try to throw me off like that, you little bull." He said with amusement, flicking her ear with his long tail. Even as calm and collected that he was on the outside, he secretly glanced around worriedly, hoping someone would pop up and come to help him. Maybe he had bitten off more than he could chew with this battle... Still, the young tom was ever confident.

Philip:
HP: 20/20
SP: 70/80

As Gingerheart was still trying to shove the young tom off of her back, the words only infuriated her. He had a really good hold and all she could feel was the pain of his claws in the flesh of her back. "You tiny little mouse-brained, fox-hearted fool!" She exclaimed as she stopped for a split second to try to take another breath. All that time she had been trying so hard to get him off and she hadn't realized she wasn't exactly breathing much. As she stopped, she tried to little avail to look at Philip before giving him a mischievous grin. "You couldn't even beat a kit with that grip of yours! Do you think you can win against a cat twice your size?" She then bucked one good time before managing to roll onto her back with a little bit more velocity than she had even intended in hopes that she could finally knock off her rider with a good hit on the ground. The strange roll had made her a little dizzy, but she desperately hoped that the young tom's grip wasn't good enough to withstand something like that. If it made her dizzy, he was in for the time of his life.

Rustfang sank his teeth in deeper, digging claws into her other shoulder and near her ribcage so he could hold on in her attempt to get him off. Blood flooded his mouth and he coughed, but the liquid only splattered on her fur and was replaced in heartbeats by a flood of more liquid. He could hardly breathe, and his breath was short as he fought the cycle of blood in his mouth. StarClan forbid that this cat got him off.

Mallowpaw looked at a heated battle from the safety from the camp... or so he thought it might be safe... no, any cat could come in and kill the apprentice. With no one protecting him and him having no battle practice *Looks at Ebs* he would have no way to defend himself.
The cat snapped back into reality, shaking his head. When he turned, he saw Softwhisper, sitting in the bushes. He peered out the camp, looking both ways, seeing the cats in brutal battle, spilling blood all over the territory. I can't make it...
But all this thinking made Mallowpaw paranoid, and at the slightest sound of a twig falling, he swiftly dashed towards the bush, trying to hide in the safe shadows of the pine trees and marshes. The cat poked into the bush, climbing in next to Softwhisper all silent like a freaking ninja |D , panting a little from fear.
"I'm scared," he whispered to his mentor, his neck fur starting to bristle.

Cedarfur yowled as Blanche held her grip, but finally wriggled free. He used front paw strike once more as to divert attention from Fallenpaw, hitting the opponent across the face and dealing 12 damage with 25 stamina costed.

Cedarfur:
32/45 HP
120/160 SP

Amalric felt anger surging through him the more he fought a cat that used to be his ally. This cat was brainwashed from birth, which saddened Amalric, for he found the cat rather attractive when he joined the Deomilites. She clawed him, but he barely payed attention to the pain in his pelt, for a new sensation flooded through his pelt. Vengeance. As Emicho lifted his paw to strike, he found an opening to her weak spot, and raked her belly with his unsheathed claws, dealing 15 damage and costing 10 stamina.


Amalric:
70/100 HP
165/200 SP

Adhemar felt lost in the cats, wanting to pounce on and kill every one. When he saw Barabossa battling the leader of the clan, however, he felt that he already heard cats cheering his name as Urban congratulated him for slaying the darned cat. He rushed up to the cat who was currently holding Barabossa, in an attempt to save the cat. With one leap, he struck Sagestar in the face with his front paws, dealing 13 damage and costing 20 stamina.

Adhemar:
60/60 HP
180/200 SP

Barbarossa struggled under Sagestar, swinging his massive head and paws around to try and grasp the ShadowClan leader. With a strength born from desperation, he pushed himself up so he stood, Sagestar still clinging to his scruff. Barbarossa suddenly felt the presence of another cat and his eyes flickered for a moment to Adhemar as the Deomilite swung his paws at Sagestar's face. This made the Commander move quickly, throwing the gray tabby off with a hurl of his burly shoulders. Blood streamed from the tom's ear and there were long crimson scratches along his flank, but he stared at Sagestar unmoving, ready to strike again.

Barbarossa:
HP: 87/120
SP: 270/300

Sagestar:
HP: 71/120
SP: 280/300

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Baldwin yowled in pain loudly and shrilly, quickly wrenching his paw away and tumbling backwards. But he didn't escape without at least boxing Nightwing away. A loud hiss escaped the brown tom's mouth, staring the ShadowClan deputy down. Any other cat would have ran away at that point. In the wild, the lives and welfare of the warriors in a Clan were perhaps the most important. But this was no Clan cat. The punishment for retreat was death. "Evil savages." Baldwin's face was contorted in pain from his injuries, and he began bounding at the black cat again, teeth bared.

Baldwin used Front Paws Strike, dealing 15 damage and costing 25 SP.

Baldwin:
HP: 87/100
SP: 140/200

Nightwing:
HP: 56/100
SP: 180/200

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Emicho hissed as the sting of claws raked her soft belly, but she acted quickly. She flew at Amalric and with a flurry of paws batted anywhere she could, everywhere she could with a new found ferocity built from her pain, her black pelt spotted with scarlet and her yellow eyes burning with fury.

Emicho used Upright Front Paws, dealing 16 damage and costing 20 SP.

Emicho:
HP: 73/100
SP: 155/200

Amalric:
HP: 54/100
SP: 175/200

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Anna snarled in Fallenpaw's face, clawing at her through her gray fur with her free paw while she tried to keep the apprentice down with the other. Her mind was full of nothing but bloodlust now and the willingness to kill. She batted and clawed at Fallenpaw caught up in the heat of battle. She had no room to think or act; her barrage of blows would only keep Fallenpaw down for so long. The apprentice wasn't that much smaller than Anna herself. But Anna continued to rake at the temporarily unbalanced apprentice, bringing an unsheathed ginger paw dangerously close to her neck.

But the look in Fallenpaw's eyes unsettled the young Deomilite. She remembered well what Urban had told them about ShadowClan.

'In the cold north, blanketed in darkness, is the forest's fiercest and cruelest side. Do not let fear strike your hearts. Our gods are with us, in our spirits.'

She repeated the line to herself a couple of times in her head, trying to get over the small flicker of doubt that went off in her heart, bringing her paw up again for another blow.

Anna used Front Paw Strike, dealing 6 damage and costing 10 SP.

Anna:
HP: 20/20
SP: 60/80

Fallenpaw:
HP: 9/20
SP: 70/80

Spluttering out the tom's blood, Nightwing growled and yowled back. "You are the one who is a savage!" She hissed charging at Baldwin, "Killing kits who had done nothing!" Paws flying she leaped, landing next to him, she yanked her head to the side, latching her teeth onto his front shoulder. Digging her thorn sharp teeth into the cats flesh, her growled through the blood. "You will never win over the clans!" biting harder, she kept her distance from his snapping jaws. Nightwing's feelings shimmered into nothing. Her eyes narrowed into a hateful glare at the rogues. Glad the Kits and elders where safe in the paws of RiverClan, she spat out blood through the corners of her mouth, to get rid of the blood that could choke her.

Nightwing used Teeth grip, Dealing 13 damage for 3 Turns. Using 20 Stamina

Baldwin:
HP: 74/100
SP: 140/200

Nightwing:
HP: 56/100
SP: 160/200

The member 'Splotchy Scarf' has done the following action : Dices roll

'Effect Dice' : 5

Fallenpaw's rage was only fueled as she felt claws dig into her flesh, the pain nothing she had ever felt before, searing. But this did not hinder her - if anything, she felt the unsatisfiable need to did her claws into the ginger apprentice before her, make the invader feel her wrath, to unleash herself. Once she righted herself, she reared, snarling, before forcing energy into her hind legs, springing off the ground and onto the apprentice-sized enemy before her, pinning Anna down with her claws, wounds slightly crimson. She felt the thrill of battle rage inside of her and blood pounded in her ears.

Fallenpaw used Leap-and-hold, costing 10 Stamina and dealing 6 damage. Anna cannot move for one turn.

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Fallenpaw

HP: 9/20

SP: 60/80

Anna

HP: 14

SP: 60/80

The member 'Awesome Minty' has done the following action : Dices roll

'Effect Dice' : 1

Rustfang's claws slid out of Shagrat's pelt and as she twisted, he fell off, but was quick back to his paws. He could tell she was damaged, and had to land another attack to at least unbalance her before she got her bearings after his assault on her. He raised up slightly, wailing on her with his front paws, claws unsheathed, leaving long, bloody scores across her face.

Shagrat;
HP; 33/60
SP; 185/200

Rustfang;
HP; 32/45
SP; 175/200