Chaos (Part 2) [OPEN PLOT]

Paws splattered on the marshy earth as rain progressively drenched Badgerpaw's sleek pelt. The barks and yelps of the excited dogs behind him and Pebblepaw grew louder as his legs struggled to carry him any further. The tom desperately didn't want to give up as he followed the trail towards camp, unaware that he was luring the dogs to ShadowClan's heart. The tom almost clumsily fell as the thunder above raged louder, the dogs' sharp calls deafening from the storm's fury. In the midst of fleeing, Badgerpaw looked around for Tawnypool, remembering that the she-cat split off to distract the dogs. The tom wished he'd thought of it sooner as he finally realised that he and Pebblepaw were heading straight to camp. Was it instinct? He sure hope it was as the tom's stomach dropped when he realised his mistake. The dogs barked louder as their excitement grew. He knew that it was too late.

Badgerpaw rushed into camp, feeling the scared and intimidating stares of his fellow Clanmates, knowing that the cats would've heard the dogs' barking. The tom was too breathless to say anything as he panted into the clearing, unsheathing his claws. Blood will spill blood, and it was all his fault. He barely took notice of the thunder that roared. The apprentice couldn't do anything but regain his energy, waiting for the dogs to approach. Despite feeling dizzy and confused, his ears ringing from the pound of his heart, the tom was willing to fight for what he caused. There was no time to shame himself over such a mistake as the dogs barged through the protecting brambles into camp, their eyes gleaming with hostility. As the dogs ran rampant around camp, he saw one of the dogs approach the nursery, sniffing and barking at the small opening. It was as if Badgerpaw's nightmare had become a reality. Oh StarClan, what have I done?!

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Kill, kill, kill...

The approaching thunder didn't stop the dog's repeating words as his hunger for the hunt needn't be satisfied. He, along with his pack, chased the cats through the marshlands. The lead dog snapped at the cats' flying tails as he almost closed the gap, but it was not close enough. These cats proved to be more of a challenge compared to the cats back in the streets. It was surprisingly rare to kill one, but a cat found defenceless from climbing trees or fences was a dead cat. His powerful legs pushed through the slush and mud that was slowing him down due to the rain as he barked louder from frustration. The dog maintained his anger from biting at a pack member, focusing his goal on the luxurious taste of cat.

Kill, kill, kill...

The words repeatedly echoing in his mind didn't stop him. Baring his teeth, he smelt the fresh scent of more cats as they approached bramble bushes where the cats they were chasing bounded through. Excitement gleamed in his eyes as the lead dog realised where they were led to. Chasing three cats was exciting, but finding their home was a completely new field. Barking louder, the dog led his pack through the bramble bushes, whining and yelping at their stinging pricks as they barged through. This rough display of protection didn't stop the dogs as they pushed their way into an open clearing consisting of different pelts of cats. This was where the real fun begins!

With the thunder roaring louder, the lightning lighting up the clearing that revealed the scared faces of the cats and the blood pounding in his ears, the dog took a heartbeat to embrace the strong scent of fear as the clearing exploded into a frenzy. The dog excitedly yelped as he headed near a giant rock, finding a thorn bush with a small opening that held the strong scent of milk and kits. The thorn bush annoyed the dog as he barked into the small opening, knowing that he would've killed them all in one bite.

OOC: I apologise for starting this later than expected as school got the better of me but- it's finally here! Information regarding to the plot can be found here. If your cat is in the wounded or killed section and you don't post, the dogs will not attack you. If you attack a dog but you are not in the wounded or killed section, the dogs won't attack you. Have fun~ :D

Use the battle system! You'll find it in the rules :3

The black dog was yelping with excitement as more cat scent hit her nose. Though they had scratches from all the brambles, the pack pushed on into the clearing of cats. Her jaws parted into a snarl, sharp teeth bared. She scanned the clearing as more cats joined the others.

Kill, Kill....

 Leaping out at the cats, she started growling and snapping at any cats that lunged at her. Sniffing and scuffling around several large openings, she started barking and snapping into one that had strong cat scent in it. Expecting to feel blood and fur between her jaws, the dog barked in bewilderment when she got sticky webs and grasses caught on her muzzle. Shaking her head, the black pelted dog lunged at several cats sending them dashing quickly away into small crevices.

Ha, weak! Easy prey!

 She liked easy prey. Ones that struggled were especially fun! As fur went flying, she only had one thought………… kill everything………… No one. No cat. Was gonna get out of this chaos alive.

OOC: I love roleplaying dogs. I get to do evil stuff.

~ dog ~

Kill, kill, kill...

If he hadn't already been excited by the new scent back at Carrionplace, he was certainly sent into a fit of anticipation and eagerness when the scent was almost overpowering. The dog had only goal in mind as he followed his dog pack into the camp. His paws hit the ground was a thud, and he looked around curiously. His eyes glittered with a hunger, a hunger for bloodshed. He wanted to sink his claws and teeth into the bodies of which these scents belonged to. The taste of blood wasn't appealing to many, but to him, it was something he found essential. The dog could pick up the scent of fear, and he bared his sharp teeth in attempts to make the smell stronger. He lashed out at an open group of cats that went scattering at his movements.

Kill, kill, kill...

The words echoed through his head, and he could feel it flooding through his body and kicking his adrenaline in. The blood was pumping through the dog's veins and the real fun had only just begun. If he could help it, then there'd be nothing left alive in this camp after the dog pack was done terrorizing the cats and camp. A growl escaped his jaws as he headed over towards one of the places where the scent seemed to be the strongest. He thrust his muzzle into the opening into one of the bushes, trying his very best to fit his entire body inside. Either he was too large or the opening was too small. The dog curled his lips back in a snarl, before furiously snapping his jaws. He wasn't stupid, was he? He could find a way out of this. He began to attempt to tear his muzzle out of the opening, not focusing on the cats inside anymore and focusing on getting his muzzle free.

❀ morningpaw ❀

Dogs?! In the camp? The fear scent that radiated off of her was powerful and she could tell that she wasn't the only one. She quickly poked her head out of the apprentices' den, looking around with fear glittering in her gaze. There was more than one of them, apparently. The apprentice was afraid, but she wasn't going to let that stop her from protecting herself or her Clanmates if needed. She was an apprentice for StarClan's sake. Morningpaw unsheathed her claws, staying near the apprentices' den but crouching down and getting ready to run to someone's aid or defend herself.

Nightpaw woke from her nap, only to hear chaos raging the camp. Was that, BARKING?! Quick as a flash, she emerged from the den, seeing Morningpaw in a battle stance, as well as Bagerpaw, and then dogs running around. WHAT IS GOING ON?! She joined Morningpaw where she was, and she hissed fiercely, claws unsheathed. She may have been lazy in training, and she may not have learned battling yet, but NOTHING was going to stop her from protecting her clan.

Sootpaw saw his sister leave the den, and was about to tease her about finally getting up, until he heard the noise. He bolted out of the den, seeing DOGS in the camp! He quickly unsheathed his claws and stood side by side with his sister and Morningpaw. On his haunches, ready to leap. He remembered the owl attack on his first hunting trip, and knew he should've been scared, but the blood pounded through his body, adrenaline pumping. He was ready to fight. He would defend with his life.

The large black dog snarled softly. The smell of blood reached his quivering nose and his long tail wagged once, twice...

He leapt out of the undergrowth with a triumphant howl and raced into camp, barking loudly. He loved how they cringed out of the way, leaping and yowling and crying for help...

He looked around for one of them to grab eagerly. Time to kill again!


Rowanpaw looked around, his eyes narrowed, his chest heaving. He ran at a dog with a bellow, his fur making him look like a terrifying monster, three times his already large size. His eyes shone out of his fur, a bright green. He would defend his camp with his life.
OOC: Battle system, right?

OOC: Yes, battle system. I'll edit that into my first post~

Honeydrop had returned very recently from gathering herbs on the territory- celandine and stinging nettle could be found in a hollow close to the ThunderClan border, and they had nearly run out of both. She was glad she had gotten back to camp before it started raining. She was just starting to reorganize her herb stores when she heard screaming, mingling with the thunder from an approaching storm. Body taut with fear, the medicine cat immediately dropped the parcel of flowers and leaves in her jaws and raced outside, scared of what she would find. She was right to be afraid. Not one, not two, but four dogs, massive beasts with claw-sharp teeth, were running rampant through ShadowClan camp, causing havoc and chasing her Clanmates. No.... no, dear StarClan, no! The golden dappled she-cat froze where she was, amber eyes massive as they gazed upon the destruction. What... what could she do? What was there to do? She was just a medicine cat! She didn't have any battle training! Icy cold water bit into her pelt as she stood helplessly by the medicine den's entrance. But as her terrified eyes caught sight of one of the brutes going for the nursery, her fur bristled. There were kits in there! Yowling a desperate battle cry, the ShadowClan she-cat rushed at the enormous dog, unpracticed claws unsheathed, hoping to drive the beast away from the nursery.

Honeydrop used Run-and-Tackle on the Dog. 9 (6+3) damage, -10 stamina

Honeydrop:
50/50 HP
110/120 SP

Dog:
141/150 HP
350/350 SP

Gingerpaw was enjoying a tasty mouse with his brother when it started to rain. He didn't mind the rain so much. The thing that made the fur on his back stand up was that mingling with the crack of thunder was a terrified yowl that he recognized. Badgerpaw? The tabby tom watched in horror as the apprentice and what remained of his patrol raced into camp, yowling in fear, a pack of four dogs hot on their heels. First in awe of the beasts' size, and then afraid for his life, the ShadowClan apprentice couldn't believe what was happening right before his eyes. Seeing some of his Clanmates run out to confront the dogs gave him a little more courage. What did they think they were doing, attacking ShadowClan? They were some of the fiercest warriors around! Gingerpaw ran out beside Rowanpaw, his fellow apprentice, fur bristling in anger as well as fear. Those dogs would get what was coming to them! ...Hopefully.

The small black dog growled as a yellow cat burst out of the den she was scuffling at. She started chasing after it once it bashed into alpha. But, instead ran straight into the growing line of tiny cats. A couple turned, hissing, though the dog played no attention.

Tiny prey! Easier prey!

Yelping with excitement, the dog lunged at the closest cat. It was a red striped tiny cat. The cat squeaked in alarm. The more it struggled, the more she enjoyed it! She thrashed the cat around tearing fur and piercing skin. As the other cats started fighting back, the dog released the red cat and retreated a bit. Though she was happy with the injuries she caused to the cat. Staring back at the cat, she saw he was bleeding heavily from a long wound down his flank.

Too easy. I need more blood.

The thought raced through the black dog's mind. Fur and blood now was everywhere. She was satisfied. But only a little. She still needed more.

OOC: Attacked Rowanpaw. Can't use dice roll in edit. Though I think he is out anyways.

Dog used Thrash on Rowanpaw dealing 20 damage and using 20 stamina

Dog
150/150
330/350

Rowanpaw
0/20
80/80

Lizardpaw was frozen still at the sight of dogs. He was a young apprentice with no idea what to do.

Curlypaw was grooming herself in the apprentice den, when she smelled a very strong scent of fear, followed by the scent of carrion and some huge predator. She leaped out of the den, fur bristled, then she saw four dogs charge into camp behind two apprentices. What were those two mousebrains thinking, leading the dogs right into camp. Though the gray apprentice was angry at them, she had to focus on the dogs. For some reason, she felt the need to fight them herself, as if that would some how prove her skill. With a ferocious yowl, she ran right into the mixture, sliding underneath the dog that seemed to be stuck in a bush. That one would be easier to handle, but still be helpful. Once underneath the large dog, she leaned back and sliced the dog's stomach with as much force as she could.

Curlypaw used Belly Rake on the dog, dealing 7 damage and costing 10 stamina.

Curlypaw:
20/20
70/80

Dog:
143/150
350/350

The large black dog wheeled around, heading towards the sound of mewling. He lifted a lip in a snarl of delight. There were young ones in here...

The entrance seemed to be blocked by one of his companions who was locked in a tussle with a golden cat, but the hound had no trouble digging his way through. He pushed past the last layer and stood snarling, his tail wagging as he glanced around, looking for the perfect prey.
He barked loudly, doing his best to scare the creatures while licking his chops. Everything tasted better when it was frightened. His pointed ears pricked as he listened to the chaos outside, and he thought for a moment about turning back- there was nothing to fight in here.
He shrugged and made his way towards the cats' young, his pale yellow eyes narrowed.



Rowanpaw bellowed with rage. He clawed at the dog, but he felt his vision going blurry. No... no... He had to keep fighting.
He hissed and spat curses to the dog that would have earned him a hearty thwack on the nose, but it was no use.
He felt something crush his side, and suddenly something hot and sticky was running through his fur. He wheeled around, dazed, and lunged at a blurry figure, but he fell short and collapsed.
He stayed where he was, his breathing heavy, his mind whirling as he tried to process what was going on.
Then his vision went dark and the older apprentice was falling, falling, falling through the blackness.

Olivepaw padded out of the apprentice's den, blinking sleep away from her eyes at the sudden overwhelming scent of fear and.. what was that other scent? She'd never scented something like that, but nevertheless, her hackles raised almost instinctively. This can't be good. She thought to herself just as the dogs burst through the entrance. Suddenly the elders tales of big fierce creatures intent on killing cats filled her mind. Dogs. Eyes wide, she flung herself at the dog, sliding under the massive creature and raking its soft underbelly with her sharp hind claws. "Leave my clan alone!" She growled menacingly, though fear crept into the back of her mind. She pushed away the almost crippling fear and hardened her gaze with determination. She had her clanmates beside her. They could do this.

Olivepaw used Belly Rake on Dog dealing 7 HP and 10 SP

Olivepaw:
20/20 HP
70/80 SP

Dog:
143/150
330/350

Littlebrook flew to her paws as dog scent hit her nose just a few moments before Badgerpaw and Pebblepaw burst through the entrance followed by four dogs. Great StarClan, they lead them right to camp! Her worried and panicked blue gaze searched desperately for her kits. Gingerpaw was with a group of apprentices fighting a dog. He'd be fine. He wasn't alone, but where was Firepaw? He must not be in camp. Good. She thought with a sliver of relief. Now she could focus on the dogs. She flung herself at the dog facing her son and who had just knocked out Rowanpaw. He hadn't even stood a chance. Letting out a furious yowl, she reared up on her hind legs and began slashing the bloodthirsty dog with her claws.

Littlebrook used Rear up to Slash on Dog dealing 17 HP and 15 SP

Littlebrook:
100/100 HP
265/280 SP

Dog:
133/150 HP
330/350 SP

Silentstorm had been grooming his fluffy black and white pelt when he froze. Dogs. Leaping to his paws, he met Badgerpaw and Pebblepaw at the entrance to camp. He threw them behind him just as the dogs came barreling into camp. One went straight for the nursery and another towards Rowanpaw. He made a split-second decision and pelted after the dog making its way to kits and queens. His mother's sudden yowl of fury brought his attention back to his apprentice, Rowanpaw, unconcious with a dog leering over him and Littlebrook battering the dog. Littlebrook could take care of that mange-pelt. Bringing his gaze back to the dog intent to kill in front of him he struck the menacing creature with his powerful hind legs.

Silentstorm used Back Kick on Dog dealing 13 HP and 15 SP

Silentstorm:
60/60 HP
185/200 SP

Honeydrop:
50/50 HP
110/120 SP

Dog:
128/145 HP
300/300 SP

The black dog growled and snarled in frustration. The brownish cat that was attacking the dog had dealt some good blows, though this made the dog madder. Blood was oozing slightly out of a wound on the dog's muzzle and nose. Snapping this way and that, she tried to bite into the cat's fragile body. The cat kept swerving out of reach every time, which angered the dog. As the cat swerved to the left again, the dog slipped on the wet ground and crashed almost on top of the startled cat.

YOWL!!

 Both animals made the same noise, a startled yowl. As the dog clamped her jaws shut against the impact, she felt fur and flesh between her jaws. Excited, she clamped her jaws down harder and felt blood flooding her mouth. As the cat squealed, flesh started tearing between her teeth. Quickly and bloodily, the piece of fur and flesh tore off. As the dog spat it out, the cat yowled and glared at the dog. It turned out to be the cat's left ear.

Licking her chops, savoring the taste of cat blood, the dog snarled at the cat. The dog was happy with this attack. Though she still thought this wasn't enough. She gave the cat a few last last quick nips before backing away into the shadows to catch her breath before jumping back into the tussle of cats. The dog headed straight for the brownish cat that caused the wound on her muzzle and nose.

Dog used Iron Bite on Littlebrook dealing 30 damage and using 20 stamina

Dog
133/150 HP
330/350 SP

Littlebrook
70/100 HP
265/280 SP

Ashpaw woke to the ear-bleeding sounds of screeches and a bigger, more horrifying sound he'd never heard before—a low, deep growl. The tom flew out of his nest, green eyes wide and terrified at the sights before him. There were monsters in camp. Something clicked in his brain and he remembered sitting beside the other kits, listening to the elders: Dogs. These must be dogs.

They were enormous brutes, and as his head spun, as he gaped around at the camp, he spotted his father, Silentstorm, fighting off one of them beside the nursery, and his heart filled with pride. Then something came to his mind, and for the rest of his life, he would never forget the feeling of his stomach dropping a million tail-lengths.

Olivepaw.

Ashpaw whirled around, heart racing, and finally saw her fighting one of them in the middle of camp. A sort of fierce, deadly cold rage flew through him and before he knew it he had latched onto the dog's back, scratching and tearing at its bloodied flesh with every last ounce of strength he could find in his body.

Ashpaw used Leap and Hold on the Dog dealing 6 HP and 10 SP, holding it for two turns.

Olivepaw:
20/20 HP
70/80 SP

Ashpaw:
20/20 HP
70/80 SP

Dog:
137/150
330/350

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

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'Effect Dice' : 4