The Winds of Winter [PLOT FINALE]

Falconwing wrote:

Eyes locking on a ginger-and-white she-cat, locked in battle with one of her allies, she charged, slashing her new opponent's flank with outstretched claws.

Falconpaw used Front Paw Strike on Chase, dealing 6 damage and costing 10 Stamina

ADDERFEATHER
29/40 [HP]
120/130 [SP]

CHASE
17/45 [HP]
120/140 [SP]

FALCONPAW
20/20 [HP]
70/80 [SP]

This addition was added after Dakota attacked with Duskpanther, please edit and place Falconpaw in a different battle.

OOC: I had to rewrite this twice because my cat kept on sitting on the keyboard and crashing the computer

An barely had time to blink. One moment everything was normal, albeit incredibly tense. The next moment, a brilliant flash of blinding light raced down from the sky and struck near the tortoiseshell. A large boom and a brightness blinding her eyes briefly. When she could see again, the clearing was ringed with fire.

Now surrounded by flames and with enemies charging straight at the rogues, the she-cat considered taking what valuable little time she had to flee before the flames were too high. But before she could even raise a paw she was attacked.

A smaller, grey-and-ginger body crashed into the rogue with surprising accuracy. Her body hit the ground harshly and black spots dazzled in her vision. The molly moaned and lifted herself off the ground on unsteady legs. But once again, just as she got herself steady, another bloom of agony hit her. She felt claws raking her underbelly and instinctively jumped away, which only caused her new wounds to bleed out profusely.

An turned, panting, and faced her attackers. "I just don't want to die," she said in a soft, almost confused, voice. "Is there anything wrong with wanting to live‽" her voice suddenly rose to a loud octave with the last word, and she charged straight at the younger apprentice.


Brutally, she rammed into the calico with unsheathed claws.


An used Run-and-Tackle on Firepaw, dealing 9 HP and 10 SP


An:
25/45 HP
125/140 SP


Firepaw:
11/20 HP
70/80 SP


Aspenstrike:
45/45 HP
140/160 SP

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As the clearing exploded into battle, Yinpaw found himself in the middle of the fray. The former loner couldn't shake the image off of his mind that he had seen some of those rogues before. But he couldn't think about that right now, had a battle to face.

Silently, the black cat raced over to one of the Great Oaks, a plan forming in his mind. He scrambled up the trunk of one of them, his claws digging into the aged bark. Once he got a considerable distance up the tree, Yinpaw scrambled around and sprang off of the tree, going into a freefall. He landed on the back of one of the Exiles and bowled him over before springing away to a safer distance.

Yinpaw used Tree Spring on Thornleap, dealing 6 HP and 10 SP


Yinpaw:
20/20 HP
70/80 SP


Thornleap:
61/100 HP
255/280 SP


Nutfur:
76/100 HP
270/280 SP


Scorchclaw:
100/100 HP
270/280 SP

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Littlepaw didn't want to be here. At first the petite apprentice was feeling brave about it. She was going to be fine. She was going to prove to the clan she could do more than just sit around and sniff flowers. Cat's would like her just as much as they liked her brother Lionpaw. He was so good at everything, and now Littlepaw can show that she can do stuff as well. It was going to be great!

But now that the tabby was here she wanted to give everything to get away from it all. There was blood flying everywhere, and everyone was screeching, and- great Starclan, is that fire‽ Her heart was pounding in her chest. She wanted nothing more than to be back at camp, sniffing flowers and laying in the sun.


She had to something. That was the one thing she knew. She couldn't just sit there and expect no one to attack her. So, with great uncertainty, she raced forward, rapidly gaining speed, until she was at full sprint, ramming her delicate head into a rogue's body.


Littlepaw used Whirlwind Rush on Chase, dealing 7 HP and 15 SP


Littlepaw:
20/20 HP
65/80 SP


Chase:
6/45 HP
120/140 SP


Adderfeather:
29/40 HP
100/130 SP


Duskpanther:
40/40 HP
105/120 SP

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Pigeonstorm was out for blood. The disabled tom, half-gone jaw in a raging snarl, he located a group of clan cats that seemed to be having trouble with an Exile. He raced over and sprang on sturdy hind legs, bowling over the rogue apprentice with scarred paws. "You have made a terrible mistake," he growled into the dark tom's ear.


Pigeonstorm used Jumping Strike on Pumapaw, dealing 12 HP and 20 SP


Pigeonstorm:
60/60 HP
180/200 SP


Aspenpaw:
66/95 HP
205/250 SP


Birdflight:
76/100
280/280

Dustcloud:
100/100 HP
265/280 SP

Nightstorm gasped as Jaysong leaped up and pinned herself to his back, pressing the air from his lungs as he tried to stay on his paws.  He could still remember when she was a kit...she and her sisters used to ride on his back around camp, laughing and squealing when he pretended to wobble, the sensation of their tiny claws pricking against his back laughably tickling.  Now, those claws sank deep, and she intended to bring him down to the ground.  He had never let her fall back then...and he wouldn't now.

"To say any cat deserves to suffer just became of what heritage runs through their veins is not the truth Jaysong; it is the most terrible lie of all, and those who fall for its tricks will not be spared from the inevitable shedding of their own blood."  With a great grunt, the larger tom shook the she-cat from his back, watching her land in the dust a couple tail-length away.  Turning, he stared deep into her eyes, almost identical to Frostwing's.  "I'm trying to help you Jaysong...I don't want to lose you, please!"

Nightstorm is no longer pinned

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Fernpetal hissed as she felt the apprentice-sized cat's claws sink into her back, and try as she might she wasn't able to shake her grip.  "I don't remember you kid, I'm no WindClanner, but let me say this; I'm not too hot on these ignorant clan ways either, and I'd gladly beat up that arrogant piece of fox-dung!  You will not defeat me, but I appreciate any cat who doesn't blindly follow the stars...just not when they're hanging off my back!  The warrior continued to struggle, jaws snapping in vain for any stray paw or tail.

Fernpetal is pinned for 1 turn

In the span of only a few moments, several things happened. With a well-timed twist, the massive tom lost his balance and stumbled off the top of the top of his opponent. At that moment he saw the flames that had erupted tom the lightning strike. Due to his intensive focus, the hope he would be able to fight the enemy he had once before, Bearpaw had missed that moment. Now the flames flickered in his gaze for a split second. But only a moment. There was a battle to be had, one he was in the midst of. His eyes lids flicked shut and once they opened another cat was there and he felt his paws falter over the solid ground once more.

Leopardstar. The leader had come for him. His eyes caught on the sight of singed fur and his ear twitched imagining the pain he felt. This was no time for thought. Listening to the older cat yowl, the tom braced himself. Leopardstar protected him and now it was time for him to attempt to return the favor. With as much speed as he could muster and stealing his resolve, Bearpaw shot forward through the Leopardstar bushes and let loose a barrage of claws along Darkpaw's coat. Pairs of several claws caused blood to weld up from the pelt. A low growl rumbled in his throat, "You cannot hurt anymore. You've already done enough damage."

Bearpaw used lightening strike on Darkpaw, dealing 7 damage and using 15 stamina.

Bearpaw
HP: 20/20
SP: 60/80

Darkpaw
HP: 87/100
SP: 280/280

Leopardstar
HP: 100/120
SP: 250/300


ooc: love all the bushes in the middle of the clearing

Condorshade's giant body was heading over to assist the young Riverclan apprentice, Mottledpaw. It wasn't fair for him to take on an exile all on his own. The Skyclan warrior charged up to Pumapaw and tackled the cat. His strong frame caused the much smaller cat to tumble a few lengths away. He stood beside the Riverclan apprentice. He was ready to assist.
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Condorshade used Run-and-tackle, dealing 12 (9+3) damage and using 10 sp.

Condorshade:
45/45
150/160

Pumapaw:
82/100
280/280

Mottledpaw:
20/20
70/80

Darkpaw snarled as his attempt to damage Bearpaw was stopped by the Thunderclan leader as he blocked Darkpaw from Bearpaw. The hateful exile smirked when he had felt his claws dig into Leopardstar's pelt. The dark tabby spat when the apprentice soon attacked. He reared up on his back limbs, making him seem double his size. Once he was stably "standing" Darkpaw wildly slashed at Bearpaw, smirk growing into a sadistic grin. He knew Bearpaw couldn't take many more scars after this. "Very pathetic." hissed Darkpaw.
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Darkpaw used Rear-Up To Slash, dealing 17 damage and using 15 sp.

Darkpaw:
73/100
240/280

Bearpaw:
3/20
60/80

Leopardstar:
100/120
250/300

Stonepaw's gaze fell upon Fallowpaw, green eyes wide as she found herself fighting Brindlestar herself and another young cat. She couldn't beat them on her own! A familiar yowl drew his attention somewhere else too, to Brushgaze fighting their own father and Froststone. Who... who would he help first? Well, that was a trick question; he had to help himself. With a newfound energy surging through his veins, the large tom took a blow from the WindClan deputy with a sharp hiss. He twisted free of the mangy rabbit-eaters, standing before them with squared shoulders and an ice-cold glare upon his usually kind face. He just wanted the best home for his family, why couldn't any of these StarClan-forsaken cats see that was what they needed?

Stonepaw used Duck-and-Twist. He is no longer under the influence of Leap-and-Hold. It dealt 8 damage and used 25 stamina.

Stonepaw
HP: 67/100
SP: 255/280

Barleytuft
HP: 37/45
SP: 150/160

Swiftstep
HP: 100/100
SP: 270/280

Twisted Cinnamon Rolls wrote:

An used Scruff Shake on Firepaw, dealing 8 HP and 25 SP

An as a Default Rogue cannot use Scruff Shake, please edit

"You don't want to lose me?!" Anger frothed at the large she-cats lips as she stared into her fathers eyes, her own unforgiving ones portraying nothing but fear. She didn't want to die. But if she didn't support Lichenmask's cause? That's exactly what would happen. "Dad... I can't go back on my promise to Lichenmask... You must understand!" As she stared deep into her fathers eyes, she let all her emotions loose. Fear, anger, and longing, all compressed into one painful gaze. He had to understand! Averting his gaze, she thought about what to do, lost in her thoughts. She couldn't go back with her father... But staying loyal to Lichenmask was wrong, her father was right... She'd leave it to fate to decide.

Watching as the Great Rock practically burst into flames, a smile grew on Rockjaw's muzzle as Lichenmask took two of the five leader's lives. They time was now, the pure would finally rise! Watching as the battle broke out before him, he should've been more careful, for some-cat suddenly crashed into his side. Before he was able to react, he was hit by another cat, whom he hadn't been expecting, but either way, he wasn't going to give up just yet.

Letting out a snarl, the fluffy tom stood up and looked to the RiverClanner, just another nobody-clan-cat. Ha, he didn't even know what he was getting himself into and this would surely be an easy fight. Lifting himself so that he stood on his hind paws, the exile slashed at Lightstep's face with two paws full of sharp claws.

Rockjaw used Upright Front Paws on Lightstep, causing 16 damage and costing 20 stamina.

Rockjaw
HP: 74/100
SP: 220/280

Lightstep
HP: 24/40
SP: 110/120

OOC: btw I want him dead

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Eyes wide and filled with horror as the world around him burst into chaos, everything felt as if it was in slow motion. The lightning strike, Lichenmask attacking Leopardstar, Brindlestar being dragged into the flames... it was all so much to process. Snapping out of the trance in which he'd be sucked into, Tinystar looked around. He had to doing something, and fast.

Jumping off the Great Rock and trying to avoid the flames that scorched the earth, Tinystar's head shot around, looking for any-cat that he might be able to help. Through the mass of raised pelts, he spotted Fernpetal battling it out against some rogue cat and decided to go help. Racing towards his clanmate, the small while tom let out a screech of fury. Running full force at the tom, he rammed his head into Wolf's side in hopes of getting off Fernpetal. "Your kind have no place here!" he yowled, his lungs hard at work from his sudden sprint across the clearing.

Tinystar used Run and Tackle, causing 15 (+3) damage and costing 10 stamina.

Tinystar
HP: 115/115
SP: 260/270

Wolf
K.O.ed

Wolf skidded across the ground, shocked from the force of the blow the small cat's body inflicted. Her vision swam for a moment before blacking out. She hadn't expected to be defeated so easily. She would have thought she would at least kill someone first.
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Ooc: Both my Clan babs are still up for a battle

Nightstorm had been prepared to defend against his daughter once again...but she stood still.  Her eyes reflected such a deep anguish and longing that tore at his heart, and all at once he understood.  She wanted to come home...but she couldn't.  Not without fear.  She would be killed, by that horrible tom who called himself a savior...she had no choice.  But he did, and all at once, he realized the horrible reality that he must face.

"I...I hear you."

Dashing forward, he pinned his beloved daughter, the pride and joy of his life marred by tragedy, to the grassy ground.  He stared down into her beautiful eyes, so lovely, once so full of hope and wonder...now dull and faithless.  It was then that the tears began to fall freely from his eyes, raining down onto Jaysong's cheeks.  He didn't want to do this...he couldn't do this!  It wasn't right!  It was the only option though...the only way they could one day live together again, in happiness.

"I...I'm s..so sorry....please....don't forget...how much I love you."

"Goodbye."

With a single terrible bite, it was over.  Nightstorm's muzzle was covered in blood, and Jaysong's short life was ebbing away.  His green eyes for a moment gazed into her own fading yellow before they closed and he let out a heart-wrenching sob, burying his face into her long chest fur, listening to her heartbeat slowly begin to hush.

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Nightstorm used Killing Bite on Jaysong

Nightstorm:
31/45 HP
150/160 SP

Jaysong:
DEAD

"Thank you."

The only words she could utter as her father's large paws pressed against her chest, breathy and nearly inaudible to the rest of the world. Her words were caught up in her throat as she looked up into Nightstorm's glassy eyes, and she saw the pain in his gaze. But at least she knew he understood. "I'm... I..." She clenched her eyes shut tightly, waiting what she knew was to come. She had a few moments left, and she knew it. But Nightstorm... She couldn't let go without saying something... "I'm so sorry..." She meant it truly, this time. Both of them knew that it was time. "Tell Mom I love her, okay? And Fawnkit... Remember her, always." The seconds seemed to drag on, memories of her siblings, of Falcongaze, Froststone, Fawnkit... Each flashed before her, remaining for a single second before fading into the next lost memory. And then, the pain. Oh, the pain. Her chartreuse eyes fluttered shut as blood leaked from the wound in her neck.

"I love y-you too, Dad."

Barleytuft nearly leaped off of his opponent as another tom approached, fearing that he was about to be attacked by a new contender. However, Barleytuft recognized his Clanmate, Swiftstep, and offered him a determined nodded as they worked together to claw fiercely at the tom before them. However, no sooner had the deputy joined the fight than did the Exile seem to find new strength. With a heave, the tom was up and over, and Barleytuft was on his back with a heavy thud. His breath wheezed out of him and for a moment black spots clouded his vision, but the Exile was already recovering.

With a grunt of effort, Barleytuft scrambled to his own paws to face the tom now. He was large, and his face was practically twisted with anger. Barleytuft wasted no time in rearing up and bringing his unsheathed claws down to batter those cold, malice-filled eyes and the face they sat in.

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Lightstep nodded gratefully at the arrival of the other warrior in fighting the Exile. Lightstep grimaced as he found his face being battered by enemy paws; his initial leaping attack had been good - his shoulders were still pulsing from the impact - but it wasn't nearly good enough for this more experienced warrior. He grimaced from the pain for just a moment, then reared up to slash furiously at the other warrior.

"I will...I promise."

After a long moment where he felt as if his heart would burst, Nightstorm rose on shaking legs to gaze down at his dearly beloved daughter, silent forevermore.  His breath was coming in gasps, but he still held on to his common sense.  The battle isn't over yet, there will be time to mourn later.  Taking a deep breath, Nightstorm's bloodstained face turned towards the bushes where he knew the medicine cats waited, and he broke into a run.

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To her relief, she felt the weight of Wolf released from her back and turned to see that Tinystar has come to her rescue.  Well, she hadn't really needed help, but it was appreciated nonetheless.  With a disdainful sniff at the unconscious rogue, she offered her grandfather and brisk nod before running off towards where she knew the medicine cats were hiding.

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The two cats met in front of the medicine cat apprentices, Fallowpaw and Amberpaw.  After catching her breath, Fernpetal noticed that Nightstorm's muzzle was stained with an incredible amount of blood, but decided not to question the older tom about it.  Turning to Amberpaw, she hissed;  "Well, what herbs do you have?!  My idiot sister must've taut you something!"  Nightstorm meanwhile though, remained silent, in a deep state of shock that he couldn't seem to shake.

Nightstorm:
31/45 HP
150/160 SP

Fernpetal:
39/45
145/160