[Newleaf Tears Topic] A Thousand First Steps

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The calico cat attacked him yet again, slamming her full weight into him like some crazy monster. Assaulted left and right by attacks, the dark dog lashed out madly with anger, bucking and twirling like it had gone rabid. His strikes hit two cats [Dustcloud and Scorchstar] and sent the both of them tumbling out of the fray. Before he could focus on who was left to hunt, yet another mangy cat slammed into him. This time when the dog hit the ground he felt a jolt of pain run through his shoulder and chest, and he let out a startled cry. The dark dog stumbled to his feet but immediately whistled out a wheezing whine as he turned to glower at the multi-colored smaller cat and the she-cat who had run into him. He growled, wondering if perhaps he ought to retreat; after all, his twoleg had come. These cats might not be as fun as he'd thought.

Still, the bigger cat was close enough, and the injured dog lunged forward to grab the she-cat around her middle in his jaws, chomping hard before tossing her away.

Dark Dog used Iron Bite on Ridgelight, using 20 stamina and dealing 30 damage.

Dark Dog:
64/150 HP
290/350 SP (-20)

Ridgelight
10/40 HP (-30)
110/120 SP

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Recovering as quickly as she could from the attack, the pale dog was immensely grateful to see one of her opponents get smacked by her human's strange but powerful projectile. The dog still just couldn't get any kind of attacks in edgewise with so many cats fighting her at once! It certainly didn't feel like a fair fight to her, even with her owner present. A slash from the left, a bite from the right, kicks from everywhere else - she had just wanted to shake a cat around! The dark cat had slashed at her once again, just out of her reach for the thousandth time despite her vengeful desire. Another small light-colored cat appeared from the other side, seeming to follow the lanky dark cat's lead of darting in to strike at her before sprinting away again.

The pale creature was panting with anger and frustration. Her wide head swung this way and that, her limbs trembling with pain and fury as blood welled from the wounds these cats didn't deserve to give her. Before she could even respond, however, yet another cat raced in to cut at her belly. It yowled in its shrieky cat language at her, but it was beneath her - close enough to swat like a ball. The pale dog's heavy paw smacked into the hind end of the brown-and-white tabby [Leafpaw].

Pale Dog used Heavy Blow on Leafpaw, using 20 staminda and dealing 25 damage. Leafpaw can no longer fight.

Leafpaw: [KO'ed]
0/20 HP (-25)
SP: 60/80

Pale Dog:
HP: 51/150
SP: 270/350 (-20)

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Lightstep was overwhelmed by the flurry of claws, fur, and blood. The sounds of battle in the clearing echoed painfully off the abandoned twoleg structures and awkward skinny forest. The last time he had experienced a battle so violent had been in the late leaf-fall with Lichen and his Exiles. Home had seemed so close, but now with these enemies looming before them that dream seemed threatened. He tried to take heart in the strength and courage of all the warriors and apprentices fighting beside him, and he saw Sunpaw being led to safety, but then Coldgaze fell, and so did two other ShadowClan warriors when it was sent sprawling and happened to flail painfully into them. The white RiverClan warrior had felt the initial rush of adrenaline, but his stomach - and really, everything - was cramping horribly now as he tried to expend energy he didn't have to fight these beasts. We have to get home. We have to keep fighting.

Another SkyClan apprentice was swatted to the ground and Lightstep took the window to twist around skillfully and rake his claws down the length of the dog's neck. Though its pale fur was thick, he knew his claws had met their mark when a spurt of warm blood sprayed his fur. Lightstep quickly retreated a few paces to turn and snarl at the dog, spitting, "We're getting home and no dung-eating crowfood-face is going to stand in our way!"

Lightstep used Back Kick on Pale Dog, using 15 stamina and dealing 11 damage.

Lightstep:
45/45 HP
140/160 SP (-10)

Pale Dog:
HP: 40/150 (-11)
SP: 270/350

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It seemed to Amberdawn that the sounds of battle were only getting worse; did the twoleg have anything to do with it? The SkyClan medicine cat's heart pounded in the pressure of the situation. She gave Graybriar one last hard stare before tearing her eyes away and whirling around to race back out of the barn. She was able-bodied, and many were clearly getting injured.

In fact, the golden tabby she-cat exited the barn just in time to watch the large pale dog slam one massive, thorny paw into her best friend Leafpaw's hind end to send her tumbling. "Leafpaw, no!" Amberdawn cried with terror and grief. Without a second thought or consideration for the medicine cat sprinted the distance between them, dodging the writhing, battling cats and the monstrous dogs. The white of her eyes showed her terror. Once as she made her mad dash to her fallen friend she glanced up to see the twoleg wielding its strange weapon, but it was the last thing on her mind as she approached Leafpaw. Immediately the medicine cat spotted Falconwing and Flintfang, Mosspaw's parents, nearby, both having fallen victim to the dog.

Amberdawn's heart pounded in her chest, but she knew her job as a medicine cat. Her dark amber eyes immediately sought the nearest shelter - anything that she could hide their injured bodies in or under that wouldn't be too jarring on their wounds but that would also be unreachable by the dogs. Her eyes settled on a gap in some of the boards underneath the nearest twoleg nest. The she-cat grasped Falconwing's scruff first and rapidly scurried to drag her underneath the home. It was dark and damp and there were all kinds of spiders, but they fled upon her entrance and Amberdawn knew it would be the ThunderClan warrior's best chance. Amberdawn retrieved Flintfang next, cringing to see that his own wounds from the raccoon fight had reopened and had been accompanied by new wounds from the dog.

StarClan, protect Mosspaw.... protect all my loved ones! Amberdawn begged as she went to fetch Leafpaw from the battlefield.

The calico's pelt had been coated in a mixture of mud, dust, and blood, although she wasn't sure who's blood it was. The sickening feeling in the pit of her stomach deepened as she watched her mother fall, followed shortly by ShadowClan's leader and another warrior. She staggered back, shaking her head to try to clear the stars that were threatening to close over her vision - the fight with the raccoon had taken a lot out of her, but it was nothing compared to this.... Her paws were heavy with grief, and she looked over to see Ravenpaw and Leafpaw get injured, Leafpaw being pushed to the ground and not getting up again. No.... Please... Get up... Paws rooted to the ground, she looked up at the movement approaching her, fearing the worst. The sight that greeted her was not a dog, however, it was Amberdawn. She looked in horror and despair as the medicine cat started to pull Falconwing towards a gap under one of the twoleg nests, but after that brief moment she realized what she was seeing. Amberdawn was here, and the dogs were still here too, she could not allow them to get to Amberdawn before she had been able to do what she needed to. As the pretty medicine cat returned to pull Flintfang to the sheltered area as well, she pressed her dusty nose to her shoulder with a whisper. "Please, keep them safe. Make sure they're okay. I'll give you as much time as I can."

Mosspaw turned back to the dark furred dog, the idea of needing to protect her parents and Amberdawn lending her strength. Amberdawn would be able to care for them, and they all would be fine. But first, they had to get rid of these dogs, and that stupid twoleg. How she despised those strange, hairless creatures.... She winced as Ridgelight was caught in the jaws of the beast, and slid under the creature again, unleashing her fury in a series of swipes to the belly of the beast again. As she stood back at the creatures side, she hissed at it. "Leave, you flea-bitten lump of crow food, go away!" Raising a paw, she fluffed her fur out as big as it could, arching her back to appear as much like the warriors as possible. If it would only just run away.... Leave them alone... They were going to be leaving anyway.... Please, StarClan, please help us...

Mosspaw used Belly Rake on Dark Dog, using 10 stamina and dealing 7 damage.

Dark Dog:
57/150 HP
290/350 SP

Ridgelight
10/40 HP
110/120 SP

Mosspaw
20/20 HP
50/80

A round, hard object slammed into his side. Caught by surprise, Ravenpaw tumbled breathlessly into the dirt, mind working as he tried to figure out what could have hit him. It couldn’t have been the pale dog, he’d been watching it; couldn’t have been the stick, it was just a stick, wasn’t it? He only had two eyes—how was he supposed to keep track of everything? Suddenly, Leafpaw was beside him. Ravenpaw accepted the tabby’s support with a faint smile, but pulled away before he’d fully found his paws, shaking his head. ”I-I’m okay.” At least, he thought he was. His head felt empty and full at once, as if someone had stuffed it full of cobwebs; a low, throbbing pain bloomed from where the thing, whatever it was, had hit him; but none of that was important. As far as he was concerned, if he could stand, he was fine. Still, while Leafpaw rushed back into the fray, the WindClan apprentice hung back until his legs stopped trembling.

Then the dog’s wide paw collided with Leafpaw, and Ravenpaw’s mind went blank, his friend's name sticking in his throat.

For the first time, he realized just how many of them had fallen or retreated. Amberdawn was hauling cats off the battlefield, presumably to safety—first a brown she-cat, then a gray tabby, both of whom he recognized from the meeting three sunrises before, both of whom were warriors. Real warriors. At some point, the thrill of battle had taken over; now, a thread of fear finally wound its way through his chest, curling around the anger, choking it, making his eyes prickle. Part of him, encouraged by the persistent ache in his side, wanted nothing more than to race after Amberdawn. Being crammed under the Twoleg nest would be uncomfortable, but StarClan willing, there wouldn't be any more dogs.

With effort, he reminded himself the dog was bleeding. The shore cats were winning. When they finally drove the beast off, everyone would be safe, and he would have something to boast about back home. (He pointedly did not think about the second dog or what the Twoleg’s involvement could mean. Even a naïve apprentice could only muster so much optimism.) Throwing caution to the wind, Ravenpaw gathered his breath—how his throat burned—and launched himself at the pale dog; speed was his inheritance as a WindClanner, after all. He squeezed his eyes shut and hoped it would be enough.

Ravenpaw used Run-and-Tackle on Pale Dog, dealing 6 damage and using 10 stamina.

Ravenpaw
9/20 HP
40/80 SP (-10)

Pale Dog
34/150 HP (-6)
270/350 SP

Graybriar was grateful for Amberdawn's assistance in carrying the half paralyzed apprentice back to the ledge- her initial energy and adrenaline was wearing off, and she may not have had the strength to finish on her own. When they finally got Sunpaw to Barleytuft, the tabby sat down to catch her breath, remembering belatedly her injured leg as it hit the ground. It caused a wince, but nothing more- her pain tolerance was far higher these days. She could deal with it.

When the SkyClan medicine cat (who was far younger than her) ordered that she get on the ledge, her first instinct was to protest; she wanted to help the other cats being injured out there even if she couldn't fight the dogs. She wanted to protect her mate. But as the WindClan warrior attempted shakily to stand up, she realized that what little energy she'd had was gone, spent saving Sunpaw. As much as she hated it, she was a burden... too weak and injured to do anything. She clenched her teeth, but nodded anyway, accepting her mate's help to get her up on the ledge. At the first sign of danger to him, though... she would jump right off this Twoleg shed and give whatever dared to attack Barleytuft a piece of her mind.

Ridgelight yowled as the dog grabbed her with it's huge teeth. She struck out at the dog with open claws, raking it across his dark muzzle. Watching in terror and horror as he took out both Dustcloud and Scorchstar. Growling, she continued her assault. Refusing to give the dog a moment to injure them further.

Ridgelight used front paw strike on Dark Dog

Ridgelight
10/40
100/120(-10)

Dark Dog
49/150 HP (-8)
290/350 SP

Grousepaw watched as his fellow apprentice attacked the beast in front of them. His blue eyes narrowed as he watched Ravenpaw's attempts before he dashed in to make his own. Windclan speed and long legs guiding him as he raked his claws down it's pale cheek first before he darted to it's hindquarters and raked his claws down that as well in an attempt to confuse it.

Grousepaw used and swift strike and front paw strike

Grousepaw
20/20
60/80 (-10)


Pale Dog
26/150 HP (-6 + -2)
270/350 SP

As Amberdawn crouched to grasp the scruff of the ThunderClan tom, a sudden touch on her shoulder her made her jump with a start. Before she could see Mosspaw, she heard the she-cat's voice, whispering a desperate plea. "Please, keep them safe," the ThunderClan apprentice implored, her eyes shimmering with fear and courage as Amberdawn met her gaze. She finished, "Make sure they're okay. I'll give you as much time as I can." The medicine cat's whiskers quivered with a sorrowful understanding as she nodded once. Mosspaw immediately turned back to the dark dog and raced back to help fight alongside another ThunderClan warrior's side. Without wasting another moment, Amberdawn began to haul Flintfang's sleeping form back. It was hard to maneuver him quickly without exacerbating his wounds, but if the choice was between a dog's teeth and a bit of rash from the ground the tom would likely prefer the latter.

Finally the golden tabby got the warrior into the relative safety of the dark hole. Amberdawn checked over both of them swiftly, checking their vital signs. Though the two had both lost consciousness, they were relatively healthy and strong and clearly fighting hard. They could wait for another moment while she fetched her friend Leafpaw.

The medicine cat re-emerged swiftly and raced to see Mosspaw skillfully lashing at the dog. Her calico fur was fluffed up to a fearsome size, and Amberdawn felt a strange pride in the ferocity of the kind-hearted warrior apprentice. She was defending her family, her friends, and her lifestyle. Amberdawn found Leafpaw's fallen tabby-and-white frame and dragged it to the darkness, too. I need herbs to help them, Amberdawn thought, her tail twitching with agitation at the sounds of the battle raging on outside. Or moss - anything! 

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Barleytuft knew his expression clearly displayed his relief when Graybriar returned bearing the RiverClan apprentice Sunpaw, Amberdawn the medicine cat apprentice following close to manage some of the weight. The creamy tabby tom had helped to retrieve a few cats in her absence, but every moment he found his eyes flicking to the door for her arrival. He had been up on the ledge when she returned with the medicine cat and was quick to lean down and help grasp Sunpaw to haul her onto the ledge. He was terrified of the thought of hurting her while hoisting her up, but Barleytuft knew how much worse the dogs would do if they get a hold of the apprentice. They got her settled and Barleytuft quickly turned back to his mate on the ground below. 

The golden SkyClan she-cat was speaking to Graybriar, commanding her to join the other cats on the ledge. Barleytuft agreed wholeheartedly. Graybriar likely would not, and as he expected, the bold she-cat had a small spark of defiance in her eyes. The gray tabby stood, but everyone in the vicinity could tell how much effort it took. Barleytuft's heart broke for his love as the defeat washed the fire from her eyes. Amberdawn had turned and fled the barn, leaving Graybriar on the ground. Barleytuft leaned over the edge and murmured, "It's going to be okay; we can defend the Clans from here."

The tom helped get his mate onto the ledge before pressing his face into her neck, murmuring, "You're the bravest cat I know."

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The moment that the pale dog had slammed the small tabby aside, the large white cat from a moment before struck her again. She was caught off guard; his claws raked up her neck and shoulder and she scrambled back with a high shrieking yelp. Too close to her throat - much too close! Before she could go after the white tom that same dark cat came at her again. She was surprised that the man's interference hadn't frightened it off, but as she saw her human waving his arms and hissing his displeasure at the cats, she wondered if he might intervene again. The other small lanky pale cat cat attacked her again; distracted as she was by her person, she had no chance to turn her head when she small cat raked its claws over her cheek. The pale dog yelped and whipped her head away.  The cat had then raced to her hindquarters and gotten a few blows in, but unfortunately for him, the dog was able to continue whirling and catch him by his scruff. The pale dog shook him before throwing him away. 

Pale Dog used Iron Bite on Grousepaw, using 20 stamina and dealing 30 damage. Grousepaw can no longer fight.

Pale Dog:
26/150 HP
250/350 SP (-20)

Grousepaw: [KO'ed]
0/20 HP (-30)
60/80 SP

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Lightstep watched warrior after apprentice after Clan cat fall to the teeth and claws of the dog and the mysterious stick that the twoleg held. The RiverClan tom's heart pounded with terror, and with exhaustion. He was so tired - just so tired. How much longer could he be expected to fight? Suddenly the white warrior found himself alone with the pale dog, his comrades defeated, and he sprang towards its face in a rage, rearing up to lash at its face and hoping that he could move quick enough that exposing his belly would be a risk worth taking. With his razor claws, trained to hook fish from the water, the weary and vengeful Lightstep was determined to take one of this brute's eyes if it killed him.

Lightstep used Rear Up to Slash on Pale Dog, using 15 stamina and dealing 11 damage.

Lightstep:
45/45 HP
125/160 SP (-15)

Pale Dog:
15/150 HP (-11)
250/350 SP

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Pain was jolting like electricity everywhere that the dark dog turned after he released the bigger cat. For a moment a pelt of gold flickered in his line of vision and he saw it running up to the bodies of his victims, but that vivid tri-colored coat that had just raked his belly for the thousandth time was much more catching. He was going to eat that little furball alive the next time that he got the chance - but now was not the chance, as the pale she-cat returned to strike him again. He chomped onto her foreleg and yanked her, jerking her forcefully a few times, before throwing her aside and focusing his murderous eyes on the smaller she-cat.

Dark Dog used Iron Bite on Ridgelight, using 20 stamina and dealing 30 damage. Ridgelight can no longer fight.

Dark Dog:
49/150 HP
270/350 SP (-20)

Ridgelight: [KO'ed]
0/40 HP (-30)
100/120 SP

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The twoleg was sadistically satified when the dark cat when stumbling over, letting out a hoot of victory before once again continuing to swing his arms and shout at all the cats. He was furious, and terrified; his poor girl's pale fur was caked with blood, and tufts of both his dogs' fur was fluttering over the earth and being trampled into the ground. The dark cat recovered and the twoleg narrowed his eyes, focusing another shot at the creature that he hoped would send it running for the trees. A horrifying screech immediately followed, and the twoleg saw a white cat lash one horrible paw right at his pale dog's eyes. "Baby Francis no!" he cried, uncertain how badly the cat might have hurt her.

Twoleg used Marble Strike [Front Paw Strike equivalent] on Ravenpaw, using 10 stamina and dealing 11 damage. Ravenpaw can no longer fight.

Twoleg:
200/200 HP
370/400 SP (-10)

Ravenpaw:
0/20 HP (-11)
40/80 SP

Mosspaw's mind went blank when the cruel, murderous eyes of the dark dog turned and focused it's attention on her. Their gazes had met a pawful of times through the course of the battle, but this time was different. She realized with a sickening feeling of horror that the fellow cats that had been battling at her side were gone, having either fallen in battle or needed to retreat. She caught sight of a flash of white beyond the dark fur of the dog before her, and realized that, at this moment, Lightstep and herself were the only ones still standing. She had to do something, no, needed to do something, to keep these foul and cruel beasts from the others. But stars, she was absolutely terrified. The dog suddenly seemed much larger, had he grown during the battle? Surely he wasn't that big when she first saw him... Fear of what this creature would do if it got it's jaws on her simmered in the back of her mind - she had to do something, before it could do something first.

Her thoughts scrambled to think of what Emberheart, or Flintfang, or Falconwing would do. She thought back to the battle training, and regretted the fact that she was not under the thick canopy of trees to utilize everything Emberheart had taught her.... But in a flashing moment, she had an idea of what to do. She crouched, eyes narrowed as she calculated her jump. She sprung up, landing heavily but squarely on the shoulders of the creature, and began raking her claws through the fur on it's back furiously.

Mosspaw used Leap-and-Hold on Dark Dog, using 10 stamina and dealing 6 damage.

Dark Dog:
43/150 HP
270/350 SP

Mosspaw:
20/20 HP (-30)
40/80 SP

Dark Dog is held for 2 turns!

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

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'Effect Dice' : 4

One moment, Night had been about to hesitantly join Ridgelight with her group of ThunderClan friends, forcing a friendly smile onto his face, when the Twoleg den erupted into chaos.  Two dogs charged in, biting and attacking every cat in sight, and the older tom watched as all clans leaped to defend each other, the dogs quickly being buried by many multicolored pelts.  One pelt though caught his eye; Ridgelight had been thrown aside.  Dashing up to his new friend, he dragged her away far enough that she wouldn't be trampled, before noticing something odd.  A young cat, WindClan he guessed, was knocked down by a projectile.  Green eyes narrowing, he followed the stone's path to find, to his shock, a Twoleg standing a distance away with an odd device in his hands.  Did that stone...come from him?  Making up his mind, he offered the dilute calico ThunderClanner a reassuring nod before dashing up the slope to where the Twoleg stood, unsheathing his claws.  Bringing such a large creature down would be impossible, but if he could distract him at least...  With a growl, Night leaped onto the Twoleg's exposed leg, sinking in his teeth and claws and latching on with all his might.  He could hear another yowl sound close by; had someone followed him?

Night used Teeth Grip on the Twoleg, dealing 8 damage and costing 20 stamina.  Move is in effect for 2 turns.

Night:
45/45 HP
160/180 SP

Twoleg:
192/200 HP
370/400 SP

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Fernpetal had been resting under a shady bush within the Twoleg den, a sour mood etched onto her pretty face.  Watching the preparations to leave still made her feel uneasy, and it didn't help that for the last few days she had been feeling more and more tired by even the smallest things.  With a frustrated sigh, she was about to lay her head down and get in a short nap before they inevitably left, but just as her eyes closed a loud sound rang out; barking.  Leaping to her paws, the brown tabby and white molly hissed as two large dogs broke into their sanctuary, attacking everyone and slobbering everywhere.  Oh for the love of- now?!  Really?  Crouching down, she was about to leap into battle when she noticed a familiar black pelt streaking away up the slope.  Night?  What in the world is he doing?!  Eyes narrowed as she scanned their surroundings, she noticed that another filthy creature had invaded their temporary home, a Twoleg.  And Night was heading right for it.  The idiot, does he think he can take it down himself?  Launching after him, she felt an odd weight to her body as she ran, surprising her.  Huh, I haven't been eating that much...?  I'm probably just out of shape.  She found herself at the paws of the ugly Twoleg in no time though and hissed as she latched her claws into his other leg, raking them until she saw bloody lines appear on its odd thin-pelted skin.

Fernpetal used Rear-Up-To-Slash, dealing 11 damage and costing 15 stamina.

Fernpetal:
45/45 HP
165/180 SP

Twoleg:
181/200 HP
370/400 SP

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

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'Effect Dice' : 3

Heronflight was taken by surprise by the dogs attacking.    He could neither land a blow on any of the dogs nor otherwise help his clanmates.  It seemed that he was just watching.  He couldn’t just watch the cats fighting, fighting for their survival, and he was doing nothing.  Galvanized by a new determination, he dashed to the nearest dog.  He reared up to intimidate it, then slashed using his fore paws.  Patches of dark fur flew everywhere, as the gray tabby fought to his maximum capability.  He saw two other cats fighting the same dog, but both weren’t in good shape.  The dog could take down either of them if it wanted, his brain perked up.  I need to protect them.

Heronflight used Rear-up-to Slash on Dark Dog, dealing 17 damage and costing 15 stamina.

Heronflight:
HP: 100/100
SP: 265/280

Dark Dog:
HP: 26/150
SP: 290/350

Swanpaw watched, pride coursing through her pelt for a moment, as Leafpaw slashed at the dog, working together with the other apprentices as the confused beast snapped at everything and anything. All around her, cats had come together to fight these things, and she saw out of the corner of her eye another apprentice - Mosspaw? - leaping to attack the other dog. We may be from different Clans, but I don't think that matters anymore.... She turned back to the pale dog as the others also prepared to attack again, readying her claws for another swipe at the creature. A fierce feeling she'd never known coursed through her, and her fur rose to its extremities as she crouched, waiting for an opening.

The opening came, but not how she would have wished it.

Burning, desperately angry eyes turned on her, a terrible snarl peeling back its lips as the dog spun towards her. In an instant, she was frozen, her eyes locked on its as it lunged towards her. She couldn't move fast enough, even as she desperately scrambled to move, its paw came down, down. A crushing weight, the world blurred into a thousand different colours. Noises screeched in her ears. She tried to gasp, no air coming in as pain crushed her. Blackness laced with snarling danced at the edges of her eyes. Something crunched inside her, but her attempted screech never came out of her gaping jaws. As the weight left - the terrible snarling muzzle leaving - pain crashed down in its place.

She gasped, icy knives stabbing her side at the movement. No noise left her muzzle, sounds were fading away, colours bled out of the scene in front of her, and blackness was washing the agony into blissful numbness. Faintly, she could feel warm wetness somewhere on her body, an imagined tongue lapping gently at her side. Warm blue eyes smiled down at her as the she-cat licked the fur between her ears. Mother.... Numbness pulled at her, and she purred faintly before a cough racked her body, faint pain spiking for a moment.

Another pelt caught her eye, and she lifted her head for a moment to see the familiar tabby kit nudging her, her eyes bright and sickness free. Leafkit? I missed you, father missed you.... Those eyes stared into her, wise beyond how old she was. They almost seemed to hold a message, you won't die here. But she was too tired to listen, hallucination or not. I... won't....

Everything faded away as she let out a quiet sigh, blackness rushing in to replace the chaos, and taking her softly into its gentle embrace.

(ooc: Swan's not dead, just really badly injured with a couple of broken ribs and maybe some internal injuries)

The second shot caught his foreleg.

Out of the corner of his eye, Ravenpaw spotted a smooth stone bouncing away and put the pieces together (though he had to wonder how something so small could possibly hurt like that). The mystery was solved, but there would be no retaliating. As he struggled to his feet (on his own, now), his leg insisted on crumpling when he put too much weight on it, and the world flickered before him in a way that made it clear his fight was over. Hard as he’d tried, the dog was still standing—both of them and the Twoleg, too. But he had tried.

Any other time, he might’ve found that lacking; battling a bunch of snarling, slobbering beasts sounded a lot less impressive when the story ended in defeat. Now, though… With a final hiss, ears drawn flat against his head, Ravenpaw turned tail and limped for safety. After all, if either dog got its paws on him, there wouldn't be a story to tell.

For one brief, satisfying moment, the pale dog realized that there was only one more cat standing before her. In that instant, joyful, sadistic thoughts of how she was going to tear his pelt off ran through her hear. She considered all the ways to toy with him. However, she never got the chance. The white cat had realized the same, and she saw the murder in his eyes as he flew at her face. The dog couldn't have possibly backed up or turned her face in time as the sturdy tom's paw caught her left eye. The pain was instant, the damage deep and severe, and she knew she had lost. Immediately the dog screamed with pain, but this was her only chance. Blood pouring from her face she snatched the cat in her jaws and clamped hard - harder than she swore she ever had - and began to shake him like her life depended on it. A shower of scarlet spattered the ground.

Pale Dog used Thrash on Lightstep, using 20 stamina and dealing 20 damage. Lightstep is stunned for 1 turn.

Pale Dog:
15/150 HP
250/350 SP (-20)

Lightstep:
45/45 HP (-20)
125/160 SP

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Without warning, suddenly the dark dog felt a weight on his back. He let out a startled yelp which quickly turned into a snarl of absolute rage and pain. Knife-pricks dug into his shoulders and back, and he began to buck with fury, whipping his head to try to get a hold of that horrible little calico cat who'd been annoying him from the start. No matter how he swung, however, the stupid she-cat held on. He began howling and snorting, spittle flying as he flailed with fury. A second cat joined in, and now the dog just didn't know what to do. He could feel his fur being ripped out in clumps. He was being ripped apart!

Dark Dog cannot move. Dark Dog is held for one more turn.

Dark Dog:
26/150 HP
270/350 SP

Mosspaw:
20/20 HP
40/80 SP

Heronflight:
100/100 HP
265/280 SP

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The man's attention was drawn away from his poor injured girl's screaming as he heard paws thudding over the dirt and a low growl growing steadily louder. His dark eyes dropped to the floor just in time to spot the lithe black tom-cat taking a lunge for his leg. The distracted man didn't have enough time to pull back or react more than a "Hey!" that was immediately cut off by his pained screamed. Immediately the man began to hop around, shaking his leg and trying desperately to dislodge the cat. A second joined the fray, lashing at his other leg, and he howled with pain and fury. He reached down with a massive fist and slammed it on the neck of the black cat, trying to dislodge or daze him - anything! He didn't think the stupid ferals would come after him too!

Twoleg used Front "Paw" Blow on Nightstorm, using 5 stamina and dealing 9 damage.

Twoleg:
181/200 HP
365/400 SP (-5)

Night:
36/45 HP (-9)
160/180 SP

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

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'Effect Dice' : 3