Lion's Fangs [DEATH OF SLEET]

"Yes," snarled Blacktwig menacingly, prowling around. "Unfortunately, kit, it isn't yours." Blacktwig put on a mock, and then lashed out, slashing Sleetfang across the breast. It was only then that the speckled tom staggered back, noticing his leg. Blood oozed out of it, but Swiftheart was hurt. "Swiftheart!" he said, dropping to the ground. He peered at his father, waiting for Sleetfang to make a jibe on the loyalty Blacktwig retained to his family. Because that mousefodder never had one, thought Blacktwig coldly, struggling not to give a killing bite to the jugular—but he didn't. He stayed in control, but his anger bubbled. This fox-hearted feline thought he was the leader of the forest. Blacktwig glared at him fiercely.

Quailfeather grunted as she was flung off the back of the RiverClan scum, and she was winded for only a brief moment before she got back up again. She was ready to jump back into the fray when the tom sank his teeth into Swiftheart's throat. Swiftheart... One of her Clanmates. The gray speckled she-cat let out a horrified screech as his limp, bloody body fell onto the ground of Fourtrees. It didn't seem real. A WindClan warrior... gone? With renewed anger, Smokepelt's daughter launched herself onto the RiverClan fish-face, biting into his scruff for all she was worth.


This rogue had to die.

"Swiftheart..." cried Blacktwig, voice breaking. A new anger filled him to the brim, as he glanced towards Sleetfang. He lunged at the blue warrior. "You have never known anything but cowardice! You killed my father, prepare to die!" he howled, flinging himself onto Sleetfang and saving his tears until the end. His leg lay limp and useless, but the rest of him was restored with fury. With an enormous amount of force, he clawed straight across Sleetfang's physique, growling intensely. He aimed a blow directly at Sleetfang's head, not daring to look back at Swiftheart's motionless body. This is for you, father, thought Blacktwig, vengeance compelling his every strike.

Cloudrunner's blood froze within his veins at the sight of Sleetfang ripping carelessly at Swiftheart's flesh, ears falling flat against his skull as his eyes caught several glimpses of the viscous, scarlet fluid being scattered. Bile rose up into his throat at the harsh stench of blood and sweat that now tainted the stifling air, and he only continued to watch helplessly as more cats continued to flock towards the spiteful Riverclan cat- oh yes like rushing him had done so much good the first time around! His muscles felt locked into place beneath his fur, his ribs forming a barrier around his lungs that prevented him from drawing in a much needed breath. What was wrong with him? Was he really going to sit by idly after an overly-confident Riverclan warrior murdered his Clanmate?! 'What can I do? He wondered, watching with huge eyes as a Thunderclan warrior hurled himself at Sleetfang. Quailfeather's frenzied scream quickly erased all the panicked and incoherent thoughts from within his racing mind, with a jolt of corresponding adrenaline thawing his sluggish responses, and he quickly shook his head fiercely. "You foxheart!" Cloudrunner bellowed, launching himself into the thrashing throng of yowling cats. He only just barely managed to clear his landing without smashing awkwardly on some other cat's paws or tail, but he was still given enough wiggle room among the frenzied battling to launch an attack of his own- raking his unsheathed claws across Sleetfang's face.

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The clearing exploded into chaos before Addergaze had another opportunity to hurl a slanderous insult at any of the opposing parties. Suddenly Sleetfang was attack Snowstorm, viciously wounding the snowy senior warrior, before hurriedly rushing to his next target once all the others lunged for him. She felt her belly twist at the savage way Sleetfang tore at the Windclan cat, her thick fur bushing out at the soft gurgling noises that filled her ears as a result of the barbaric attack. Why was he killing in such a manner- they were trained warriors! His manner of murder was so sloppy it could easily be mistaken for a rogue's work. With a hallowing roar of fury, Addergaze allowed herself to be drawn into the firestorm of a battle, plunging her way through the writhing mass.  Darting forward, she snatched Sleetfang's already wounded tail up within her powerful jaws and bit down with such force that her unoccupied teeth clanked painfully. A sharp crunch filled the air as her sharp teeth tore through the fragile skin and muscle, easily snapping the bone beneath. Digging her teeth in more sharply, Addergaze thrashed her head viciously from side to side in an attempt to further sever his tail.

Unlike most of the others, Magpieclaw didn't gasp or cry at the murder. Instead, she smiled, the green eyes of a psychopath lighting up.
This would be fun.
She leaped into the flurry of fur, claws flying. She latched onto the first pelt she saw, regardless of who it was. It was that RiverClan tom, wasn't it? She'd show him. She'd kill him, and all the rest here. None of them would live to see another day. She bit down onto Sleetfang's shoulder as hard as she could, blood dripping down. She kicked at anyone behind her, knocking them back, and her claws still blazed. They all seemed to be attacking him, weren't they? None would attack her...right?
The SkyClan cat released her bite and instantly sunk her jaws into the white tom (Cloudrunner) who had just been fighting alongside her. They may have been fighting against Sleetfang, and so was she, but there was one difference between them. They were a team, but she was flying solo - and she intended to keep it that way.

Snowstorm snarled as Sleetfang bit into her, but yowled as her leg broke, no, much more painful than break. She laid on her side, heaving at the pain in her leg. Her eyes were closed tight. Her teeth were shut hard. She never knew such pain before. She even wished she'd die so it could be over. She looked up at the stars. She couldn't see a speck of light in the sky, StarClan was enraged by this. She closed her eyes again, a puddle of blood around her crippled leg.

Venompaw cried out as she was thrown away by Sleetfang's retaliation. She grit her teeth, and was about to leap at him once more when she smelt the sickening metallic sent of blood and widened her eyes at what she witnessed. Sleetfang, tearing apart a Windclanner's throat, blood pooling on the ground around the body and sinking into the dirt. The life slowly from the cat's eyes and then it was no longer a cat, but a lifeless mass of muscle and fur.
The sky had gone dark, they'd tainted this soil, the soil that was supposed to be sacred, the soil where thousands of cats had stood underneath Starclan in peace. Now, they'd tainted it with war.

She watched as one after another, the cats threw themselves back at the Riverclan tom, feeling a strange rush of satisfaction as she witnessed a Skyclan warrior worsen the damage she'd already done. She knew it was probably pointless to try to fight again, she'd just get herself injured, but something about the scarlet liquid pooling on the floor, spattered on the grass, pulled her towards it and therefore right back into the heart of the battle. But it was the scent that finally drove her forward, the scent of death. She'd never smelt it before, but something about it scent a rush through her veins, and she leaped onto Sleetfang, clawing his back and head.

He was going to die, she would destroy him
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"Be glad she has at least one true clan's blood in her veins"

With every word uttered about her by her father, she felt herself being torn own and burnt, piece by piece. She didn't even belong in a clan, there was no single blood in her veins. Death filled the air, there were screeches and yowls, violence everywhere, but all she could focus on was those words.

"Warriors and mice"

She was a mouse, a rodent, that's all. Simply prey to be fed on or played with. Nothing important, nothing that could make a difference. She meant nothing to her father, less than even a cat. She meant nothing, deserved nothing

"No kinship"

She wasn't his daughter, her father wasn't Sleetfang, he refused to be. She had half a family, no father. She was unwanted, unneeded, and incomplete. She was a flaw in the forest.

'No' She looked Pinewhisker and was pulled out of her depressed spiral, finally comprehending her surroundings. A cat had just died, and she was standing here pitying her own existence. Who was really her father? She didn't have one, but she accepted that. She was strong, capable, she'd prove her worth. Warrior and mouse? She'd prove that she wasn't the mouse but the warrior, and the mouse would be buried beneath her paws. Sleetfang.

"Fishbreath!" she stepped away from Pinewhisker and raised her head, eyes blazing with anger that was only fuelled by Sleetfang's betrayal. She'd known the murdered cat to some extent, and seeing the lifelessness in his eyes only empowered her
"Blacktwig's right. I do have a true clan's blood in my veins, and it isn't yours. Regardless of who my parents are, I will always have a Thunderclan heart. And the thing is, you just commited murder. To me, you are nothing but a rogue, a beast, no better than a fox! You will never be my father, you're simply a mouse, a mouse under a warriors paw!" she unsheathed her claws, gritting her teeth before yelling "And it's time for you to die"

Swiftheart let out a furious hiss as he was pushed backwards and Sleetfang attacked Blacktwig. He had to admit, he was surprised that the RiverClan tom got out of that attack, with so many cats on him, alive. He glanced towards his son to make sure he was fine, and just as did, Sleetfang leaped at him, jaws wide and aimed for his throat. Just as he was turning his head to defend himself, he felt the burning pain of teeth ripping into his throat. His eyes widened in surprise as he collapsed to the forest floor. No! I cant die! Not yet.. Not in front of my kit.. He screamed internally. How could he just leave them? He knew there was nothing he could do, so he glanced over to Blacktwig, who looked distraught. "B-Black.. t-wig.. Its.. alright." He gurgled, mouth filling up with blood, barely understandable. He attempted a smile, but it pained him even more. It was getting harder and more painful with every ragged breath he took. He needed to say something. He had to, but he wasn't sure if he could. Dark spots already began clouding his vision, but he blinked furiously in attempt to stop it. With tears in his eyes, he attempted to continue. "T-tell.. your.. mo-" He spluttered, breathing almost non-existent now. No matter how much he wanted to, he couldn't finish his sentence. It was too painful. He was too tired. So he locked eyes with Blacktwig, green eyes intense, hoping he understood that he loved him and Mistywater. He could feel darkness taking him, and it was almost peaceful. He let out one last labored breath, almost like a sigh, and then he was still.

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Fawnsplash grunted painfully as she was thrown off Sleetfang. This tom was strong, and now she wasn't so sure this would be such a short fight. Suddenly Sleetfang launched himself at an older WindClan tom. She gasped, eyes wide in horror, as the windclanner was killed. She was frozen to her spot, breathing becoming rapid. Oh StarClan.. What is happening.. How are you allowing this! She yowled internally to the sky. She shook her head, forcing herself to calm down and focus on Sleetfang. Though she didn't know the WindClan tom, murder was murder, and the rouge who killed him was not getting away with it. With a fierce growl she leapt back at Sleetfang, claws slashing across the toms face.

Blacktwig's sadness fuelled his rage, but he collapsed. The fur was torn of completely, revealing skin tainted with blood. I can't move them! thought Blacktwig, alarmed. He dragged himself over to Swiftheart. "Please live, father!" he cried. He tugged at Swiftheart's fur hysterically. He licked the tom's cheek, but still no life returned to his blank eyes. Blacktwig let out an anguished yowl, clawing at Sleetfang, while supporting his weight with the other paw. Blood smeared in a gruesome trail after Blacktwig, as he panted and gasped for breath.

Squirrelpaw can only bear to look at the blood tainted ground in front of her.

The mute apprentice had terrible flashbacks of the terrible battle.

The screeching as cats leaped impossible distances across the thunderpath, their paws connecting with another cat's face.

A large Shadowclan tom, teeth baring as they sank deep into her throat.

Cats yelling as someone loaded her onto their back and her head rolled.

The screeches from the battle shook her back from her thoughts. Seeing the crazed Riverclan cat's victims, a deep, deep anger started building in her head. Opening her mouth wide, she yowled a silent battle cry as she sank her teeth deeper and deeper into fur and flesh on the sociopath's side. She saw in her peripheral vision other cats attacking the cat, and dug in harder, her feet scrabbling at his underside.

ooc; everybody was cat fu fighting

Sweet cries of fury and despair split the air, ringing around the four Great Oaks and filling his ears. He swiveled, pivoted, squaring his body as the first of them charged. Quailfeather leapt, teeth sinking into his scruff, and he shot up to toss her off, tufts of bloodied fur sweeping across the dust like dead leaves. Fluid, circling around, he butted into Lionspark as the warrior charged, hard enough to knock her back, but not a moment later they were all on him from all sides. Claws and teeth ripped and tore through his fur, along his flank and across his face, a blur of pelts and voices and the sounds and scents of battle. A choked gasp of pain forced itself out of his throat as he felt jaws close around his already damaged tail, thrashing so hard he thought it might tear off.

Sleetfang sunk down into the dirt, and then the fire was pulsing through him again, pure adrenaline, and the warrior pushed up to his paws in a wild flurry of swipes and heavy blows. For a heartbeat, he seemed everywhere at once, shouldering away Squirrelpaw, shaking off Venompaw, ducking back from a swipe from Fawnsplash and lashing his claws across Cloudrunner, and for a heartbeat he could've sworn another she-cat was attacking the white tom as well, but he didn't pay any mind long enough to focus on either of them and make sense out of the frenzy.

The area had cleared around him, if only for a moment, but those teeth were still dug in around his tail. He whirled, yowling in pain and fury, tackling the massive she-cat and grappling her to the ground in a furor of claws, slashing, pummeling. Sleetfang stumbled back, satisfied, his shredded tail dragging uselessly behind him.

Blood dripped down into his eyes from a cut across his face, courtesy of Blacktwig, but he just blinked it away, sides heaving, and threw himself back into the maelstrom. He lunged into a throng of cats, slashing left and right, grabbing Quailfeather by the scruff and tossing her away with a violent shake, clawing Lionspark across the nose with a spray of blood that flecked across his face, cleaving through the crowd of cats until he was face to face with two younger cats, just apprentices. Sleetfang couldn't see them as anything other than enemies, the rank mixed scents of WindClan and ShadowClan washing over him even through the rusty tang of blood.

He flung himself on Squirrelpaw first, pinning her with his weight, his claws digging in around her face as he leaned forward, teeth sinking into the fur around her ear... and then he wrenched back, a ripped and tattered ruin where an ear once was. Sleetfang didn't dwell on his gruesome handiwork, turning on the other apprentice next, knocking her over with a heavy swat, and catching her flailing tail in his teeth as she fell.

Crunch.

It didn't take away the unbearable burn in his own tail, but there was a sick sort of joy in paying back his own pain. For every scratch he got, these rogues would get in turn. And maybe then, moons from now with their shattered bones and unhealing scars, maybe then they would remember RiverClan's wrath.

Would he die tonight? It was the first time he'd pondered the question. Sleetfang staggered back, spitting a glob of thick blood onto the dirt, swaying from side to side. From the blood flowing down his legs to spot the earth, he should've been dizzy, but he'd never felt this clear-headed, this alive.

A flame burned in his eyes, locking onto the ThunderClan warrior. All his taunts and insults and wailing had been like a fly buzzing in his ears. He barely heard his kit and the rage in her voice, only the blood roaring in his ears as he loped across the clearing, flying at Blacktwig. Sleetfang smashed into him in a violent tumble of claws and kicks, kicking up dust where they tangled together, trying to rake his claws along the tom's vulnerable underbelly.

Lionspark gasped as Sleetfang, despite being clogged down by cats suddenly slammed his head into her stomach, sending her reeling back. By the time she had recovered, she was left out of the circle as the whole group tried in vain to bring down the single RiverClan warrior but it was as if he was a member of TigerClan themselves. But then she saw it despite the chaos, a SkyClan warrior suddenly spinning and sinking her teeth into what had been her ally a moment before. "What do you think your are doing?" Lionspark screeched in shock, bunching her muscles to dart forward but was stopped as a shadow fell across her.

She looked up just in time to see Sleetfang leaping at her - having freed himself from his attackers but had wasted no time in jumping in. She had no time to prepare herself as claws ranked across her face, cutting open her nose with a sharp painful jolt. She screeched in pain as she stumbled back only for the RiverClan tom to leap away to find another poor target. She dropped to the ground, her paws clumsy covering up her nose as blood oozed from the wound. She had been in fights before but the pain of her nose being sliced open was almost unbearable. She could only watched in horror as the tom contuined to cave his way through cats - even taking a WindClan apprentice's ear.

Venompaw yowled in pain as she felt her tail break, blood pouring out of the deep wound left by the Riverclan cat. Enough was enough. She didn't know why Starclan brought them here just so that they could be slaughtered, but she wasn't standing for it. As she stood, wobbling slightly, she winced in pain as her tail brushed the dirt, small stones and the like getting caught up in the bloodied mass at the end of her tail. Casting one last furious glance at Sleetfang, she limped to the shadows, as silent as ever. She knew that if that psychotic Riverclan warrior didn't die tonight, she'd have her revenge, but for now she had to stop the bleeding, already dizzy from the blood loss. She'd make the whole of Riverclan pay for his actions, but for now she had to get back to camp. The medicine cats could help her.
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Markedpaw watched in horror as Blacktwig was bowled over by her father, a cat now beyond being even a rogue or fox. He was a bloody mess of fur and rage. She couldn't help being mortified by what this cat had decreased to. Still, she'd uphold to her threat. With a loud screech of absolute and utter pain she raced at the warrior, jumping onto his back and using her claws to hold on, feeling blood well up in between her claws.

At first she couldn't stand it, the feeling of skin shredding with every scratch, but she soon came to feel somewhat satisfied as yet more blood coated her fur. He was going to pay, he'd pay for everything, yet she couldn't help imagining that this would make Emberheart pay too, for everything she'd done. Young and charming, that was how she described Sleetfang. 'Well,' she thought 'let's see how young and charming he is when his skin is lying at my feet' It was the most violent thought the young apprentice had ever had, but she didn't care anymore. All she wanted was to save Blacktwig, and prove to Sleetfang that he really was just a piece of crowfood.
"You're disgusting! Vile! Evil! Crowfood! You aren't even a cat any more!" her voice was high from anger, tears in her eyes even as she tore into the skin of his shoulders. She never considered, however, the possibility that she would never get to kill him before he did the same to her.

Blacktwig felt his teeth sink into him, and he let out a yowl. "Cats like you take families, cats like you took my family!" he hissed with a few gasping breaths. He swivelled around practically, and his claws raked down Sleetfang's neck. He felt the tendons slot beneath his sharp claws. He then saw Markedpaw prowl up to them, spitting insults. He felt desperation well up inside of him like a bubbling stream. "Markedpaw, no!" he shouted. "I'll hold him off. You and Pinewhisker, go, for your own safety." Blacktwig finished, ending off with a growl, as if to taunt Sleetfang for threatening his own kit's safety. "Is your bedding mussed, Sleetkit?" snarled Blacktwig, attempting the upper paw when he flung himself off of Sleetfang, slashing at the tom's chest with vicious claws.

Cloudrunner spat in anguish as the SkyClan she-cat who had been slicing at Sleetfang along him suddenly turned upon him, sharp teeth snapping perilously at his flesh. Agony flared from deep within his bones as Magpieclaw's teeth sank deeper into his flesh, and he was unable to do anything but stay locked in place as Sleetfang rounded on him and slashed at him as well. Staggering free of the SkyClan she-cat, he felt a fresh wave of fury overtake him as he watched Swiftheart  crumble, barley able to whisper out a final goodbye to the ThunderClan tom who apparently he had previously known. Shaking his head, he was surprised to see the amount of blood that stained his snowy fur a strange pinkish hue- when had he gotten hurt like that? Ignoring the ringing in his ears and the way that his limbs felt heavy clumsy, he managed to stagger after Sleetfang, unable to give up the chase.

Lunging at the tom again, Cloudrunner was able to lance a few sluggish blows at the angered Sleetfang, his blue and green eyes blazing with fury- who did this tom think he was? 'A filthy rogue! And that's how he'll die- a disgraced, filthy rogue!' He managed to boost his confidence with the thought, striking out lazily at Sleetfang's face every opportunity he managed to seize, despite the way that black spots gathered in his vision- perhaps Magpieclaw had managed to sink her teeth into an important area of his lacerated body. "Why don't you just give up and die already?!" He spat, ears still flat against his skull as he glared down at the tussling Sleetfang.


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Addergaze bellowed in rage as Sleetfang managed to slither free of her grasp before flinging himself at her, lashing out in a blind frenzy. For every wild, anger-driven blow that he managed to dealt, she managed to match one equally as skill-lacking and frenzied as his own. Whenever he stumbled away from her, she scrambled to her feet, spatting out bits of fur and flesh that had become lodged within her teeth. 'If that's how he wants to play, then I'll show him how it's done.' Came the vehement, hardly-coherent thought, filling her blood flecked form with a dark morbid sense of delight at the newfound game. Galloping after Sleetfang as he charged towards Blacktwig once more, Addergaze sprang at the half-mad RiverClanner, neatly avoiding Markedpaw who was now situated upon Sleetfang's back. Seizing his haunches with her forepaws, she allowed her hooked claws to embed themselves deep into the tender flesh of his sides, keeping Sleetfang locked in her grasp as Blacktwig and Markedpaw continued to lash at him.

Seizing his mangled tail once more, she knew it wouldn't take much to tear the damaged extremity clean off this time. She had caused too great of damage for it stay on. Snapping his limp tail up in her sharp teeth again, Addergaze let out a low snarl before proceeding to grind her teeth through the remaining flesh and bone that still connected his tail to his body. Amber eyes blazing with a cold fury, she continued to gnash her teeth along the wounded muscle and bone, completely disregarding the way her jaw and teeth sparked in pain from the violent chewing and shaking motions she was hellbent on repeating. Straining so hard that her neck screamed in protest, she snapped her head backwards with all her might, wrenching her claws in an agonizing way as she broke through the final layer of skin and fur, tearing a good portion of Sleetfang's tail off and leaving a mangled half nub in its place. Staggering back several steps away from the writhing trio, Addergaze spat the tail portion out of her jaws and onto the ground in front of her before slinking away from the wrestling cats, satisfied with the injury she had managed to inflict.