The Final Showdown (Closed for those on the battle roster)

Honeydrop sat in one of the corners of the barn, golden tail wrapped around her paws. She had kept to herself mostly this past miserable moon; despite the kindness of some of the other prisoners, she didn't feel like socializing. Crying herself to sleep every night, she had given up any hope of rescue from this prison. They probably didn't even notice I was gone. At the same moment that Wolffang ran into the barn, shouting that someone was coming, the smell of Clan cats hit her nose. While she could pick out the scents of every Clan, the one that lifted her spirits was the musky smell of marsh and pine needles. ShadowClan. They came! The medicine cat shot to her feet, a bubble of hope swelling in her despairing heart. "Thank you, StarClan," she breathed, not caring who heard her. Heart beating quickly, she ran towards the entrance, desperation making her reckless. She fully recognized the distinct scent of the tom who had saved her from being murdered. "Flamestrike? Is that you?" she called out, almost not daring to hope.

Pansyface had been sleeping in a dark corner of the barn, but when cats began to move and prepare for the coming fight, she awoke. Looking around, for a moment she was confused about what was going on, and dashed over to the entrance to see what Bear and the others were looking at. To her surprise, and great joy, a familiar scent caught in her nose; five to be exact. The clans! They came for us! She had to restrain a wild cry of joy, but her face easily gave away her excitement. Glancing side-eyed at Bear and the enforcers, she unsheathed her claws and dug them into the ground. The time to fight against their captors was near.

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Leopardpaw followed the group of cats as they approached the barn. Walking alongside Blizzardshine, for once in a long time he felt strong, powerful....like a warrior. For moons he had sulked and mourned; first for Grasswhisker, then for Lichenpaw. Now, he held his head high with a determined gleam in his hazel eyes as he trotted beside his deputy. The group stopped outside of the large structure, and he tried his best to pick up individual scents. He recognized Bear's scent, and Spottedpaw's though it was faint; and finally Lichenpaw's. His eyes hardening, Leopardpaw's long claws unsheathed and he gazed at the other cats, waiting for their command. I will get you back Lichenpaw, or I'll die trying!

The trek towards the Abandoned Barn had seemed incredibly short, but perhaps it was just due to her fluttery nerves and pounding heart that made the journey seem so unrealistically short. By the time the war party had reached the place where many of their Clanmates were imprisoned, the sky had already lightened tremendously- hardly any traces of the deep indigos and golds remained in the crisp, clear-blue sky, and she was slightly nervous now that the stars were no longer overhead. As the party shambled to an eventual halt, Brindlewhisker paused beside the rest of the Clan cats at a respectable distance away from the gaping entrance to the barn, her chin tilting defiantly as she caught sight of Bear lurking outside of the abandoned twoleg structure. Her claws slipped from their sheathes to angrily tear at the soft earth beneath her tense paws- just the mere sight of the tom made her face burn furiously. Ever since she had first chased Bear away from Fourtrees, she had been eagerly anticipating the moment that she could exact her revenge. 'For Rockthorn and Sprucethorn.' She reflected again, chanting the mantra over and over as she braced herself for the oncoming events. "Starclan protect us all." Brindlewhisker quietly murmured to herself, replacing her over-used mantra with the reassuring prayer.

For several long heartbeats it was incredibly silent- as if the entire world was holding its breath in anticipation; no birds sang, no breeze rattled the rotting material of the strange Twoleg structure or stirred the long grasses that sprouted from the dry earth, and the only scent that filled the air was one of aggression. Sucking in a deep breath, the Windclan warrior glared out across the silent field, pale blue eyes burning with an intense confidence as she met finally met Bear's gaze. "We've come with the full authority of all five Clans," Brindlewhisker finally bellowed, voice ringing out confidently across the space between the Warriors and Rogue, "All of which have given us consent to do as we must to free our Clanmates and others you have forced into compliance." She continued, pausing to allow everyone to adjust to the piteous realization that Bear was trying to go to war with a few kittypets and several half-trained kits against the full force of all five Clans. This mistake would cost him dearly- she would make sure of that. Twisting her head, she snatched a brief glance at all of the other Clan cats who milled about beside her; while they didn't match Bear's group is size, they easily out matched them in strength and wit, and Brindlewhisker had no doubt that once the chaos of the battle began, the imprisoned Clan cats would turn on their cowardly captor. Swinging her scarred head forward once more, she glared out at the enraged Bear, her own mounting fury matching his, muscles trembling slightly as she prepared to address the Rogue tom once more. "Since you seem intent on continuing this foolish little game of yours instead of relenting now and escaping with your life, there will be violence. The blood spilled here today will forever stain your paws, even long after you lay rotting in the Earth." She warned, eyes narrowing to slits as her voice took on a venomously silky tone, deadly threat thinly veiled by the poisonous civility she displayed.

With a furious yowl that bounced eerily off of the half-rotting Twoleg den, Brindlewhisker charged forwards towards Bear, teeth bared in an imposing snarl as she lunged for the rogue tom. Smashing into Bear with such immense force that it made her still relatively sore ribs scream in protest, the enraged Windclan warrior was quick to brush away the tight feeling in her chest as she quickly rounded on the Rogue in a blur of adrenaline. Rearing up on her hind legs in a manner similar to the offensive move she used during her first encounter with Bear several moonhighs ago, Brindlewhisker quickly began to slash wildly at Bear's scarred face, viciously tearing at the tender flesh that surrounded his eyes and nose, even raking at his actual eyes on occasion. Dropping down onto all fours once more, Brindlewhisker lashed out powerfully once more before Bear even had the time to fully process her first attack, her thorn-sharp claws easily tearing at the soft flesh of his head as she snapped his head to the side with a powerful forepaw strike. "Are you ready to lose a second time?" She spat, lips twitching in a menacing display as she waited for the battered Rogue to respond.


Brindlewhisker used 'Rear-Up to Slash, Dealing -13 In Damage, Costing -15 In Stamina.
Brindlewhisker also used 'Swift Strike', Dealing -5 In Damage, Costing -10 In Stamina.

Brindlewhisker
60/60 (HP)
175/200 (SP)

Bear
27/45 (HP)
140/140 (SP)



OOC) Alright, Ripped gave me permission to start the battle. Remember, review here, here, & here if you have any questions about the battle system- also pls obey all the rules cx

Snowstorm's eyes widened as Brindlewhisker started the battle. She felt as her heartbeat raced and the adrenaline of battle surged through her. She looked around at the rogues and kits that were bears "fighting-group". She waited for some useless, half-trained rogue to attack her.

Oceanlight had her herbs hidden near a tree. No one could see them, but she knows where they are. She had her ears perked, waiting to hear of one of their own cats were badly injured. She also had her claws out in case any cats decided to challenge her.

Storm was lying near Pepper and Bat, seeking the warmth from being near the closest cats he had known ever since Bat rescued him. But when Wolffang raced in, he perked his folded ears and tried to keep himself under control. He could smell a strange scent, a mix of the moor scent he was used to, but also frogs and swamp, mice, and that river smell that was stuck in his mind ever since he nearly drowned. Suppressing a whimper, he peeked out just in time to see the strange assortment of cats just outside. Clan cats? he wondered. Scrambling back, he watched as one cat flung herself at Bear. One part of him thought thank god that murderer and kidnapper is going to die and the other, but what if once they kill him, they'll kill the rest of us! So he didn't fight. He didn't run. He simply curled into a ball, curling his tail around his neck just in case. Whimpering he repeated un-characterlike, "Please, please don't hurt me. Please don't hurt me I'll do anything not to be hurt. Please... please... please...."

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Unlike Storm, Jazz was prepared. As soon as Wolffang warned her, she jumped up and braced herself ready by the entrance of the Barn, braced to pounce on someone. Watching as a black and white cat entered the barn, she pounced. Running, she shouldered the cat, shoving herself against his back, and the large she-cat used her momentum to knock the cat to the ground. At first, she was planning to go for the neck, but she couldn't stop thinking about how terrible it would be to die at the peak of your life. Faltering, she realized if she let him go she would've failed Bear's mission for her. Instead, she kept him pinned to the ground, gritting the words, "Sorry, but this is my job" as she unsheathed her paws.


Jazz used Run-And-Tackle at Rippedsky for -9 HP and -10 SP
Jazz:
45/45 HP
130/140 SP

Rippedsky
91/100 HP
280/280 SP

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Blizzardshine walked towards the barn alongside the group, standing behind Rippedsky and Tawnystorm. She knew she was a deputy and most cats would expect her to be leading at their side instead of allowing them to go in front of her, but in her eyes said title was nothing but some words at the time. If she was going to go into this fight she would fight like an equal to those surrounding her, not as someone superior in any kind of way.

As soon as they reached the barn, memories of her days as a kit and apprentice flashed before her eyes. She had been born and raised in this place several moons ago and it pained her to see it being used as a hideout for a bunch of fox hearted rogues. Her eyes quickly scanned through the gathering cats in an attempt to find her clanmates and her rogue friends she knew lived there Are Pepper and Bat between them? StarClan, please protect them if they are… She felt a lump in her throat as the she silently prayed for their safety to StarClan, she would feel awful if during the battle they ended up injured…or worse

After the battle, maybe I should invite them to stay in ThunderClan for a while if they want. They may need medical attention as well as some friendlier, more peaceful environment before coming back here. This is their home after all.

Bear’s voice forced her to come back to the real world, causing her while fur to stand on end and her usually gentle expression turn into an enraged one, fiery eyes fixed on the rogue “Stop your mouse-brained act, this is a battle you won’t be ever able to win. Free our clanmates and any other cat you forced under your fox hearted rule and there may be a chance of mercy for you and those that follow you” The white deputy tried to sound calm, but even with her best efforts to hide it, there was a clear tone of tension in her voice, her glare and unsheathed claws not helping much as well. This was the first time she had to force herself to hold back to not jump straight into battle.

Her ears raised and her gaze followed Brindlewhisker’s actions as she lashed forward with completely understandable anger, allowing her to speak her mind without interrupting. Under most circumstances, she would’ve tried to stop her, give time for Bear to reconsider and surrender to avoid unnecessary bloodshed thanks to her pacifist way to see things.

But she didn’t.

Bear and his group had finally managed to make the incredibly patient she-cat snap. They had kidnapped, tortured and killed too many cats, and that was something Blizzardshine couldn’t just slip. Deep inside she still felt that they could change, that there was something good inside them even after all what they had done, but she was just way too angry. These cats had dragged this fight upon them, and now it was time for them to face the consequences of their actions.

The only thing that kept her from lashing into battle alongside her companions was the sight of all the young cats that stood at Bear’s side, her soft spots for kits playing against her.

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Moonlight hissed angrily as soon as the rogues decided to face them, her whole fur standing on end and claws unsheathed. As soon as the first cat lunged into battle, she decided to do the exact same, blinded by rage. These cats had taken her daughter from her and only StarClan knew what they had done to her and her kits during that time, but the sight of so many kits fighting at his side instead of fully grown cats didn’t made her feel any better.

Completely unaware of her grandkits’ presence on the battlefield, she locked her gaze on the first older rogue she could land her eyes on, rushing towards her with a killer glare “Where is Cherrymist?! What did you do to my daughter?!”

Moonlight used Jumping Strike on Nero, dealing 14 damage and using 20 stamina

Nero:
31/45
140/140

Moonlight:
80/80
220/240

Diesel narrowed his eyes on the deputy that spoke, 'We'll win! We'll show them all! No one will ever die because of these selfish cats again...' Diesel ran towards the she-cat, letting out a yowl as he crashed into her. He always did things headstrong, she seemed to be in charge of this offending bunch. Not for long.

'Don't get in my way.'

Diesel used Jumping Strike! -10 HP -20 SP

Diesel: 20/60

Blizzardshine: 90/280

((Knock him out, snow queen. He's gonna need to know what he's going up against so he doesn't fight being taken to TC))

Bat watched his son take off with all the fury of a starving stray and took this as his time to join in, the faster this was over, the better. He'd drive these horrible cats away from his mate and the vunurable kits. Diesel had fought other kits before and was slightly older, this was the only reason his son was out there. He'd be strong enough to send a message. He had fought these overconfident idiots before and won, time to do it again... Bat ran towards a warrior, SkyClan! He regretted his choice. His mother died because of SkyClan. Well, now he had a motivation.

Bat used Rear-Up Slash! -11 HP -15 SP

Bat: 20/75

((Please update your stats in your response, I don't know them))

"Attack!" The rogue leader yowled the command to his cats before Brindlewhisker was on him. He did not even check to see the rest of his group rush into battle. This would be the second time they faced each other. Anger rose and his claws flexed in preparation to lash out. But the Windclan cat was fast. Bear had forgotten how quickly she-could move and he growled in frustration. They had barely begun and yet she was already tearing into him. Bear choked back a pained yowl and instead snarled his frustration, "You believe so much in the fact that your clans will outlast us. But just you wait, moor cat, your mournful cries will echo through the forest when we have slaughtered your kin!"

He leaped backwards, away from her relentless attacks. There was barely a moment for him to rest before he used his hindlegs to propel himself forwards. The lighter cat was knocked off her feet by both his weight, momentum, and unsheathed claws. It was now his turn to dole out some attacks. The blows were quick and forceful across her muzzle. I won't be able to outmatch her though, Bear admitted to himself. If he did not move quickly, Brindlewhisker would be able to strike him down in a couple more moves. Her attacks were merciless. The clans cats did come here for a fight. A frustrated growl rumbled in the tom's throat.

"You better watch your back," A low hiss came from his muzzle, right next to the she-cat's ear. In the next couple moments, he had leaped off of her and turned to disappear in the mass of fighting cats. The moor cat would be picked off eventually. For now, Bear planned to dart in between various battles and try to avoid being wounded as much as possible. There was a flash of brown fur as he disappeared into the barn to grab some herbs for the wounds.

Bear used jumping strike, doing 11 damage and using 20 stamina

Brindlewhisker
49/60
175/200

Bear
27/45
120/140

***

Wolffang leaped down from the loft with one last glance at her sons. She snapped at a cowering Storm, "Get out there and fight for your group!"

No cat could simply sit around in this battle. She could not hang out on the side while her mate and group mates were out in the fray. An enraged battle cry came from her as she raced in between the fighting cats. Her eyes settled on Venompaw, but before she could go after the Shadowclan apprentice, the former warrior ran into Lichenpaw. The apprentice's eyes were on Jazz, almost prepped for an attack. It was obvious whose side the apprentice was on. And it was not the one she was supposed to be fighting for.

"Why am I not surprised?" The she-cat spat as she unsheathed her claws. Instantly, she was on the Thunderclan cat. She reared up on her hindlegs, anger coursing through her body. Bear had given so much taking care of these ungrateful clan cats. He had given them something better than clan life, yet here they were, fighting for the other side. The former Shadowclan warrior used all of her force to crash down on her opponent's head.

Wolffang used rear-up to slash doing 9 damage and using 15 stamina.

Lichenpaw
11/20
80/80

Wolffang
40/40
105/120

***

"Oh thank Starclan! Honeydrop, you're all right!" Flamestrike hadn't had the chance to attack before he heard a familiar voice. He rushed over to the medicine cat's side and nuzzled her briefly. His eyes cast a glance over her frame. There were not serious wounds. In fact, most were from Wolffang's attack before the disappearence. Their medicine cat was okay. While he wanted to ask the she-cat about everything that happened, he held his tongue. That would be a conversation for later. The long-legged warrior made sure there were no other cats around. If they were, this would have been a lot harder. However, most were engaged in the business of battle.

"We've got to get you out of here," He meowed urgently. The flame orange cat flicked his tail for Honeydrop to follow. He lead the way to the edge of the field. The she-cat would be no help if dead. And he would have failed. Instead, Flamestrike would get her away. If any cat tried to disturb them, he would make sure to keep her safe. He sprinted out, only glancing back to make sure that she was following.

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Rippedsky was knocked off of his feet shortly after the fighting broke out. A gasp of surprise left him. An unknown rogue had tackled him to the ground. She was strong, but the to had the fury of several cats running within him. These cats had his mate. They would not be let off easy. Hissing, he lashed out repeatedly with his front paws. His claws connected with the she-cat's muzzled. Beating against her head. The tom had no quarrel with her, but she seemed to be willingly working for the rogue leader.

"There is a better life than serving this monster!" The young deputy retorted as he lashed out once more. Windclan speed had not left him after all these moves. His feet were light as he almost dance around Jazz, repeatedly striking out at her.

Rippedsky used front paws strike, doing 15 damage and using 25 stamina
Rippedsky used Swift Strike, doing 7 damage and using 10 stamina

Jazz
23/45
130/140

Rippedsky
91/100
245/280

OOC: 100/280 I believe

Snowstorm only had a grin on her face as a rogue attacked her. There was no yowl or cry in pain from her. She just chuckled after the attack. "Funny how foolish a rogue is in their choice for opponents. I am a highly trained warrior, you are just some rogue who had no real training whatsoever. I can tell from your attack, I barely felt anything." she meowed casually. She unsheathed her claws and raised a paw slowly. She swiped it just in front of Bat's muzzle. A couple strands of the rogue's fur floated away. "That is your one and only warning. Back down, or I'll kill you." she warned.

OOC: Poor Blizzard, having to fight kits is going to shatter her kind heart.


Blizzardshine felt the determined attack coming from Diesel, widening her eyes with surprise at the action. If it wasn’t for the obvious battle developing all around them she would think that he was only play-fighting against her and was too excited to remember to keep his tiny claws sheathed…not that it really mattered though, as her long fluffy coat made it almost impossible for his claws to get close enough to her skin to create nothing but superficial scratches that would heal on their own in a minute or two.

Lowering her ears and getting up with a sad expression, knowing this had to be done as the kit showed no intention to give up his attack, she waited for the kit to try and attack her again before grabbing his tiny tail and pulling just hard enough to knock him off balance and get him to pay attention to her even if just for a bit “Kit, I admire your eagerness to fight for those you seem to be loyal to and the courage you seem to have to face someone clearly older and more experienced than you…but you won’t win this battle and I don’t want to hurt you. Please, don’t force me to” The white deputy’s words were calm and almost motherly, the anger on her face and eyes apparently gone for as long as she had to talk with him.

She was just hoping that the younger cat would get the message and take refuge with his mother, it was just way too hard for Blizzadshine to bring herself to lay a single claw on someone so young, even if it was her duty to do so.


Blizzardshine used Tail Yank on Diesel, dealing 9 damage and using 10 stamina. Diesel is stunned for 1 turn

Diesel:
11/20
60/80 (?)

Blizzardshine:
90/100
270/280

Jazz winced as the Clan Cat slashed at him and ran around him in confusing circles, attacking her before she had a chance to react. Backing up, she said, her voice turning into a wail, "That ain't true! You either serve the powerful, or you are left to d-die on the streets!" Once she was a reasonable distance from the spotted cat, she leapt at him, bowling him over. Taking a quick look while he was down, she realized something. They can't win. There were more Clan Cats than Bear's group, and most of them were barely out of kithood. Tears threatened to spill from her eyes as she looked around. It didn't seem to matter if she followed him anymore, no matter how much food he promised, she will still die if she kept on fighting. Turning her head wildly, she murmured, "I-is this the right thing? I'm fighting o-on a pro-promise of food. What is wrong with me?" The more she thought of it, the more ridiculous it seemed. The cat she's working for kidnapped cats, killed cats, ruined cats. Stepping off of the cat, she muttered, "I...I don't want to fight you. I'm going to die anyway..."


Jazz used Jumping Strike for -10 HP and -20 SP
Jazz:
23/45
110/140


Rippedsky:
81/100 HP
245/280 SP




Jazz refuses to fight anymore. 

OOC: Jazz is going to make Bear m a d

OOC: Sorry Im so late! Hope I can still join in and this is a very short post but it'll have to do <3

When the call for attack was made, Gustpuddle was both scared and dazed. She hated fighting, even if it was with rogue mouse-brains. But now, she knew, was not the time to abandon her clan. For that matter, all of the clans. Her eyes darted back and forth, trying to decide where to lunge first. So much had already happened in such a small amount of time, but her eyes finally landed on a young, most likely apprentice aged cat (Ripley). Her heart raced as she lunged towards the cat, who was actually larger than herself. Her agility and wits would have to suffice. The abnormall small she cat leaped into the air, her paws extended and claws unsheathed, bowling the cat over. She could tell that she had surprised the young tom, which should be enough to buy her some time. After she got up, she looked sympathetically at him, truely sorry. Shaking the thoughts away, her brain kicked in and she delivered another blow to the side of his face, leaving a painful claw mark across his face.

Gustpuddle used Jumping Strike and Swift Strike, causing 14 damage and using 30 Stamina.

Gustpuddle:
60 HP
170 SP

Ripley:
6 HP
80 SP

(Tawny is a senior warrior)

The warrior didn't wait for a command and leaped into battle, claws flying. "For RiverClan! For StarClan!" she screeched, determination flashing in her eyes. She'd win this fight, no matter what it took. Tawnystorm quickly set her sights on the nearest cat - Wolffang. ShadowClan, once. That meant nothing to her - this cat was from an enemy clan before, and now they were an enemy of StarClan. Once she was dealt with, she'd move onto Bear. The RiverClan she-cat reared up on her hind legs and smashed her unsheathed claws down onto her opponent with a hiss, leaving bloody trails.

Tawnystorm used Rear-Up to Slash on Wolffang, dealing 17 damage and costing 15 SP.

Tawnystorm
100/100 HP
265/280 SP

Wolffang
23/40
105/120

Leopardpaw dashed into the barn, his voice raised in a defiant yowl.  Looking around, he began to weave his way through the crowd of fighting cats, looking for a certain pale calico pelt.  For a long moment, he couldn't seem to find her, and he whipped his head around frantically.  Ah, there!  His brief moment of relief was ended when an unfamiliar she-cat lunged at Lichenpaw, and he felt rage build up in him.  Though, something strange stirred in him; That rouge....why does she seem so familiar?  Summoning all the strength and speed he possessed, he bolted into the gray she-cat and knocked her to the ground.  

Leopardpaw used Run-and Tackle, doing 6 damage and using 10 stamina.

Leopardpaw
20/20
70/80

Wolffang
17/40
105/120


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Pansyface let out a triumphant yowl when the battle began to rage.  Looking around, she spotted Rippedsky fighting the rouge Jazz, and jumped to help him but the she-cat was already running away.  Spitting after her spitefully, she flashed Rippedsky a smile and nodded, assuring that she was back on the Clans side.  Crouching down, the patched she-cat bared her teeth and glanced around, daring one of the filthy rouges to attack her.  For a moment she wondered where Bouncepaw was, and if he was okay but manged to push it away.   Now is not the time.