Downpour [P12]

Silverpaw could feel the blood roaring in her ears as she crouched in the shadows. Her first real battle was not against a rival clan like she first hoped. No, this was much more dangerous. These cats had no code, and would not hesitate to kill. Swallowing, Silverpaw scanned the enemy cats. Deciding to take on someone her own size, she targets Fulk. Shifting slightly, she prepares to attack.

Silverpaw is charging Night Ambush. One more turn.

Siverpaw

HP: 20/20
SP: 45/80

Raccoonheart looked down unto the fortress, seeing an enemy for the first time, and hearing about them for the first time not to long ago. The Windclan deputy stood next to Falconfang as she glared down onto the enemy. She knew this enemy had to be strong to drive out two clans from their home, and to keep them from driving out Windclan she had to stand with her former enemies for a night no matter how much she didn't like it. She drew her lips back into a snarl as she prepared to attack the cats present in the fourtrees, whose home was not here. She would drive these cats out no matter what or die trying.

Raccoonheart is charging Whirlwind Rush. One more turn.

Raccoonheart:
100/100
280/280
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A black and white tom with a heavily scarred face stood among the Deos. He stood ready, his head high, as he scanned the area for a target. He kept his ears alert as he searched.

20/80
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Carenza stood near the back of the group. She was nervous for this fight for she had only been in a few, and wasn't well experienced. She wanted a good target one that was easy to take down. She smiled at the thought of taking someone down, maybe then everyone would be proud of her.

20/80

Morningfur stood at the edge of the clearing, a small pile of herbs by her back paws. She scanned the battle, watching the two enemies clash, looking for any fallen cats of her own. She wondered what she would do if an enemy cat begged for help. It was her duty to protect any cat, no matter the clan, but would that extend to these evil beings?

Morningfur was pretty sure that right now, she would say no, but when the time came, she would be torn. She decided that she would help, and even if any cats disagreed, she would hold her ground. They could become prisoners, or maybe even join the clan....

Morningfur shook her head, knowing the latter was a little too much to ask. She decided she would only use her herbs on enemy cats if absolutely necessary. Otherwise, she would have to look away. Her duty was to her clan, and the other clans at this moment, first and foremost.

Nodding her head, Morningfur made it final with herself the decision she had made. Her green eyes scanned the clearing, her muscles tensed for the battle that was brewing.

This was it. Tonight was the night that they were going to get their territory back. Gingerheart hid deep in the shadows, her eyes locked on their targets as they approached Amalric in the center of Fourtrees. It was so nerve-wracking just having to watch his plan unfold before their eyes, and the fact that there were so many cats-- on both the clans' side and the Deomilite's side. When she saw the rogues, her heart suddenly sank. Where had they all come from? There weren't this many when they attacked Shadowclan. But as she continued to think about it, the more she was becoming confident about their victory. The clans were going to win. There was no way they weren't. So far, this ambush was a complete success. None of the cats had a clue, and Gingerheart hoped to keep it that way.. at least for a little while.

But the longer she stared at the group, the more the situation dawned on her. If they lost, they could lose their territory. They could all be killed. The clans would cease to exist. They were in for the fight of-- no, for their lives. There would be no way of getting out of this if they lost. No one could help, there would be no where to go. The clans would fall to the Deomilites no matter what if they lost. That meant that Gingerheart could die tonight. There wouldn't be any second chances or second tries, she would be gone. Poof. Just like that.

Of course, the thought only made her even more anxious and exhilarated for the battle. She would finally be able to fight and protect her clan at the cost of her life. She would be able to fulfill her promise to Starclan. She would be proud to die in this battle, but even prouder to live and win it too. She would be able to live up to the expectations of Sagestar and Starclan and make a difference in her clan. With that thought, she grinned a goofy grin without trying to make herself known until it was time.

But suddenly her train of thought went on a bunny trail as her focus suddenly turned to Cedarfur. Was he going to be okay through this mess? She desperately hoped so. If she had to, she would give her life for him.

Wait... did she really just think that? Would she really give her life for him like that? She froze suddenly as her brain tried to contemplate on what it just said. After what seemed like forever in her head, it finally made sense. Yeah. She would do anything for Cedarfur. They have gone through so much together and now after all this time, it finally made sense. She loved him just as he loved her. Now he had to make it out of this battle. Both of them did. For realz, yo.

The sudden sound of Amalric's yowl suddenly snapped her out of her daydreaming.Now was the time for the ambush. Fear and adrenaline pumped through her veins as she prepared the attack, searching around the scattering cats for any cat she could face head-on. That was when she spotted a familiar face: Philip. That little fox-heart was here! *although he technically isn't yet but I know he is so just go with it >>;* That's who she was going for. There was no way he was going to get away with how he embarrassed her the night of the Shadowclan battle.

Gingerheart is preparing Night Ambush like a boss.

Gingerheart:
HP: 60
SP: 200

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Meanwhile, all the other kitties of the Deomilites were suddenly scurrying around trying to get into the proper position at the sound of Amalric's yowl and the commands of their leader.

When Floris got into position, her eyes scanned the area quickly with narrowed eyes and a scowl on her face. She wasn't in the mood for a fight, and she was going to let these clan cats know that.

60/200

Raymond immediately fell into line with his head held high and his stance defensive. He wasn't going to let any of these strange cats get a surprise attack on him.

60/200

Aaanndd.. Thierry and Gaston prepared themselves as well like bosses, although they were rather nervous about their situation, although no fear or hint of anxiousness showed in any way, shape, or form. They were ready.

Theirry: 60/200
Gaston: 60/200

Sharp claws dug into the ground as Amalric's words rang through the clearing. This was the first time she had seen the Deomilites. This was also her first real battle as a leader. Though she appeared calm, the occasional nervous flick of the tail and unsheathed claws proved that to be wrong.
She looked over at Sagestar as she felt the soft bump against her shoulder. The emerald green of his eyes had a calming effect on her. She nodded, returning the smile softly. "Always." Her voice was a forced light, but the humor didn't reach her eyes. The blue orbs were sharp, shards of broken ice, unforgiving towards these rogues. They threatened the forest, the threatened her clan- and she hated to say it, but she couldn't forgive them for hurting Sagestar. She didn't know why she cared, but all that mattered now was this battle. This moment. With the rain dripping down her sleek fur and the bodies of enemies ahead, this moment would be left imprinted on her mind forever. The Deos didn't know what they were up against. They weren't aware of how strong the clans were- especially together, as one.
She had no doubt that they would win, and as Amalric called the clans forward, let out a sharp battle cry that rang through the clearing as she pushed forward.

The battle had begun.

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Shagrat let out a sharp hiss of surprise as the cats came pouring into the clearing. It was like a tsunami, and for a moment she felt like a kit about to get sweep away. But then the moment passed, and she held her head high, sharp blue eyes piercing any clan cat they came across. Her fur itched in anticipation, but she did as Urban ordered and fanned out, which stopped her from heading straight into battle. But she would.

She was ready.

Shegrat:
HP: 60/60
SP: 200/200

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Blanche showed no sign of emotion whatsoever as the clan cats came forward in a rush. She wanted nothing more than to charge forward into their ranks and see how many cats she could take out, but direct contact was never the white she-cat's way. So she sat and watched silently, waiting for a worthy opponent. There was so many cats not worth her time these days, after all.

Blanche:
HP: 60/60
SP: 200/200

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Phillip stood tall, amber eyes bright with a lust for blood. His claws were sharp and unforgiving, like himself. He growled softly under his breath, though it never reached his seemingly ever-present smile. "Come on, come on, little clan cats..." He called softly under his breath. He had just reached 'warrior' status among his family due to his success in the last battle. He was ready for anything now, and he appeared to be brimming with confidence.
"We've got your land and your camps- the only thing left now is your lives!" At this he laughed, a sick, bloodcurdling laughter. Phillip was ready to fight. Always ready.

Phillip:
HP: 40/40
SP: 120/120

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A black muzzled tom stared around with a bored expression. It's not like he wanted to do this. Fredrick would much rather be sleeping at the moment, but a fight was a good substitution, he supposed. The tall, ungraceful tom looked around, claws unsheathed and teeth bared. He reminded himself that he had one goal tonight; to win.
And to do that, he'd have to kill.

Fredrick:
HP: 60/60
SP: 200/200

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He was a shadow in the dark. With the moon blocked by clouds, making him even harder to see in the darkness. Leopold's amber gaze wrapped around the clearing in a swift moment as he studied the clan cats. He unsheathed his claws quickly, but didn't look at all surprised when they appeared. He was a large cat, slow, and relied mainly on his power. Still, his eyes flickered around, and never seemed to stay still. Leopold was always alert, and he tried not to get overwhelmed by the rush of cats.

Leopold:
HP: 60/60
SP: 200/200

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Antioch let out a startled cry when they were ambushed. She shrank to the dusty floor, fur at its end in fear. Quickly she began to back up, content with watching this all from the safety of the shadows. She'd step in only when her brothers and sisters needed her- hell, possibly not even then. She was a kinder cat than most, but no fool. It was a war zone now.
And she made no plans of stepping into that mess.

Mosspelt bolted into the bushes but sat there for a moment, he was waiting to see who he could take by surprise.

Mosspelt is charging Lightning Strike

Mosspelt:

HP: 100
SP: 280

Rustfang's tail lashed as he tensed in a thick clump of bushes. His different-colored eyes gleamed in the darkness, and he closed them tight. He drew in air, then let it out in a shaking way. We can win. We can, we can. he pressed himself to believe, and he sank his claws in the ground. Who to surprise?

Rustfang is charging Night Ambush. One more turn.
HP:60/60
SP:200/200

Patcheye glared at the muscular toms and she-cats, this was her first battle, and the most feirce at that, bunching up her muscles she built up tenstion and strength ready to tear flesh and not a bush.

Patcheye is charging whirlwind rush
40/120

Embershade bolted through the bushes, the branches scratching wildly at her face. She looked over the tip of a bush, inspecting all the cats in the clearing. Spotting one that was close enough, and hopefully enough, Embershade crouched down, getting ready to ambush.

Embershade is charging Lightning Strike.

HP: 60/60
SP: 200/200

A small black cat stood at the edge of the Riverclan cats. Nightpaw searched for an opponent to take, her brilliantly fern eyes flickering from one Deo to the next. Finally locking eyes with a black and white scarred tom, she crouched down in the half-shadows, rain running down her spotted fur. "This will be our greatest stand.", Inside her dark head, thoughts jumped around. What if I die? What if someone else dies? What if.. The apprentice stopped there.
Don't think that. It will make you weak at the wrong moment. "I'm ready to kick some furry butt.", Nightpaw whisphered. Being 'Ready' was now an understatement.

Nightpaw 20/80

OOC: The first turn is over! I was tired of waiting for people and didn't want to wait too long. If you haven't posted, you may still charge your move (if you can). Otherwise, feel free to jump into the fray now.

IC: Reedheart charged at the first cat he set his eyes on. A white furred tom with blazing blue eyes that was jumping into the air. Reedheart, with a growl rumbling in his throat, leaped up and bowled the cat out of the sky, sending them both tumbling to the ground. "Your fight is with me, foxheart!" he spat as he planted his paws on the white cat's throat, anger flowing through his veins. The cool mud under his paws, the sounds of cats around him, the icy rain that poured down, all were drowned out as he focused his hatred on the cat in front of him.

Reedheart used Leap-and-Hold, dealing 11 damage and using 10 stamina. Adhemar cannot move for one turn.

Reedheart:
60/60 HP
190/200 SP

Adhemar:
49/60 HP
200/200 SP

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Anna and Bernard stood side by side, seemingly frozen as cats streamed down. This was wrong. This wasn't part of the plan. They stood near one of the Great Oaks, slowly backing away as warriors streamed past, not knowing of the cats in the trees that looked to kill them.

"Anna..." Bernard mewed softly without looking at her. Anna pricked her ears, whipping her head in Bernard's direction. She had hardly heard him with all the noise. "I just want you to know... If we don't make it through..." he continued, seemingly choked up as he stared straight ahead uncertainly into the darkness in front of him, where he knew warriors lied in wait.

"Don't talk like that!" Anna yelled, causing Bernard to look back at her. "The gods are watching us tonight. They delivered these cats to us, in this clearing... We'll get through, so don't worry! And when we do, we'll become full soldiers with the Deomilites like Phillip!" Her green eyes flashed with an absolute certainty.

Bernard stared at her for a moment before rubbing his muzzle across her cheek. "You're right." he mewed, standing up taller. "We've got this."

Anna:
20/20 HP
80/80 SP

Bernard:
20/20 HP
80/80 SP

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Baldwin walked forward, away from the crowd, heart pounding. "Will no one face me?!" he screamed, letting his voice ring around the clearing. This was the chance to redeem himself. He had been humiliated, getting put out of action like that by the Clan scum... He had hoped, no, fantasized about getting his claws in Nightwing's throat, and now he might just do that. Baldwin didn't know if he'd ever be satisfied if he didn't. This time, it'd be him ripping at her leg.

Baldwin:
100/100 HP
200/200 SP

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Barbarossa stood, near where Urban had been, watching silently and expressionless. It could be considered impressive that he could hide his intentions and feelings with a cold mask such as that, and one might wonder if Barbarossa had a voice at all. He stood, noticeable and exceptionable among even the largest cats. Scars rippled as his powerful muscles moved beneath his fur as he began to walk forward. His yellow eyes gleamed, reflecting the carnage of the clearing. His broad paws left huge marks in the mud as he walked forward, looking for a fight.

Barbarossa:
120/120 HP
300/300 SP

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Emicho let a yowl escape from her throat, partially from anger and partially from surprise. That deceitful little mouse! Her eyes scanned the clearing to find Amalric but the confusing blur of her scattering fellow soldiers made that impossible. Frustration and rage building up, she spun around, trying to find an opponent. "Get them! Kill them!" she chanted, repeating it over and over again in a frenzied mantra.

Conrad stood steadfast beside her, head spinning. This wasn't good. While he looked to see that some cats looked confident, others reflected his worry. No matter who won this battle, the cost would be great.

Emicho:
100/100 HP
200/200 SP

Conrad:
60/60 HP
200/200 SP

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Nicholas yowled as Cedarfur deflected his way. He nearly had that traitor in his grasp!

"I don't have time for you!" Nicholas spat at Cedarfur, watching with anger as Amalric sped away. Coward! "You'll pay for that!" Nicholas growled, darting forward and raking his claws across the beige tom's face.

Nicholas used Front Paw Strike, dealing 6 damage and using 10 stamina.

Nicholas:
20/20 HP
70/80 SP

Cedarfur:
54/60 HP
200/200 SP

The member 'Sir Cuddletons' has done the following action : Dices roll

'Effect Dice' : 2

Silentpaw, happy to see that her target didn't notice her yet. She was about to jump, but then Silentpaw noticed there were two cats. 'I'm supposed to beat them both?!' she thought with alarm. Shaking the thought away, she leaped down, claws unsheathed, onto Anna.

Silentpaw - 20/45

Anna - 5/80

Patcheye tore after a cat, it was a tom, he seemed to be distracted talking to a she-cat, this was her chance!
Patcheye used Whirl windrush on Bernard costing 20 damage and 35 stamina!
"You got a lucky break, Skyclan cat" she smirked at the apprentice as she was ontop of the motionless tom who she couldn't kill but she atleast knocked him out cold.

Soon, the warrior spotted someone. A white tabby tom. Even from afar, Embershade knew he would be her target. She growled, padding forward until she was a tail-length behind him. She instantly did the first thing she remembered from training: Leap-and-hold. She landed in the cool mud, causing splashes of mud sticking into her fur. Se instantly sliced her claws onto his neck, not daring to remove her paws.

Embershade used Leap-and-Hold, dealing 11 damage and using 10 stamina. Gaston cannot move for one turn.

Embershade:
HP:60/60
SP: 190/200

Gaston:
HP: 49/60
SP: 200/200