Angels of Anarchy

Bloodstar patrolled the edges of Skyclan territory, leaving scent markers where necessary and collapsing any new burrows he found. The sun was beginning to set, the last patrol of the day for him. He had one other warrior with him... but so far the day had been uneventful. The leader patrolled in silence, letting his mind wander, as he rarely did. Mountainkit had died of a heart issue, the same as Copperfox. Unlike the copper tabby however, Mountainkit had been horrendously disrespectful. If he died of a heart issue it had been his own fault. Maybe he couldn't handle getting sent back into the nursery.

Once the last of the border had been sprayed on the riverside of Skyclan territory, Bloodstar couldn't help but let out a massive yawn. It was time to go back. He turned away and headed in the direction of camp.... only to see the warrior stiffen up and his eyes widen. Bloodstar had such a habit of rolling his eyes at the cowardly warrior's attitude that he almost didn't hear that approach of actual danger. Bloodstar spun at the sound of many pawsteps drawing closer. His eyes landed on a group of rogues coming straight for him.... What?

The leggy color point had already spun and fled, screaming like a kit the entire way. You better at least be going to get help, you coward! Bloodstar thought with annoyance. He dropped into a fighter's crouch and held his ground. Still.... his heart beat faster than it normally did. The setting was too familiar. An invading rogue group in the middle of leaf-bare...

No.... this wouldn't end that way again! Not again!

Atalante prowled after her siblings, paws treading carefully across the uneven, snowy ground in an effort to keep quiet. They had fast approached the territory of the clan that lived here, but their group had numbers and wouldn't be caught unaware by a lone cat like she'd been when hunting in that stony hollow some weeks before.

The scent of unfamiliar cats was fresh on the breeze, and Atalante's ears swiveled this way and that, picking up on the sound of pawsteps that were not her siblings. Turning, she crept closer-

And they'd all been spotted. Foxdung!

The massive, scarred tom was already turning on them, and Atalante bounded forward. He was outnumbered, but judging by the scars littering his pelt, he definitely had the experience advantage and her and her siblings would need to be quick.

Atalante used Jumping Strike on Bloodstar for -7 sp, dealing -7+3 damage!
Survivalist active, cannot be pinned/stunned more than 1 turn while fighting an opponent with higher starting HP.

Atalante
40 / 40 hp
100 / 100 sp

Bloodstar
70 / 80 hp (80 - 10)
170 / 170 sp

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

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'Invasion Dice' :

Cleo quickly learned of the Forgotten Order's ambitions. She was shocked to learn that Klaus had been a clan cat once, and despised them. The she-cat supposed she could understand, seeing as how they've claimed all this land to themselves. The trek to Klaus's old home was beautiful, soaring trees and frosted leaves littered the ground. The rogue had difficulty masking her steps, it was nothing like the Twolegplace. She'd gone along with the kits as she'd taken to calling them, seeing as she had a solid six moons on them in age. They were going to spill blood in the Order's name, and Cleo had once said she'd do anything to survive... The rogue knew that this had to be done, no matter how apprehensive she felt about it.

She'd only been in scuffles before, small scraps over food, or when she was training with her brother. Nothing like this. But when their group tore through the dried brambles, Cleo knew her life was about to change. Atlante fronted the attack, Cleo not far behind. The cat before them was massive, larger than Klaus, even. His pelt was strange and exotic, and scars lined his frame. This would be no scrap. Cleo let her claws rip through the tom's fur, lead on by Atlante's bravery.

Cleo used Front Paw Strike on Bloodstar, dealing 7 damage and costing 7 stamina.
Survivalist active! cannot be pinned/stunned for more than one turn when fighting an opponent with more starting HP.

Cleo:
HP: 40/40
SP: 93/100 (-7)

Bloodstar:
HP: 63/80 (-7)
SP: 170/170

Ares trekked through the snow near the front of the pack, watching closely for any signs of danger. He didn't blend in very well, despite the snow he rolled in. It didn't help with how large he was starting to get either, if it kept up, he'd end up bigger than his father. For a while, there were no scents on the breeze, and he was able to take note of the scenery. Of the landmarks and territory markers. The clans had taken huge swaths of territory for themselves, it made sense why his father hated them.

Suddenly, a scent, new and strange. He was about to whisper a warning to hide, to get into the snow. It was too late though because they had quite clearly already been spotted by a massive tom, scarred, with experience etched into his features. Ares again opened his mouth to bark out strategy, but Atalante and Cleo had wasted no time beginning to assault. "Knock him off balance he has no tail!" He quickly said to the group as he entered the fray himself, barrelling toward one of the tom's legs. He quickly bit down, hard, onto the leg, trying to weaken it. The larger they are, the harder they fall. That'd better be true!

Ares used Snap on Bloodstar, dealing 7 damage and using 7 stamina.
Survivalist active! cannot be pinned/stunned for more than one turn when fighting an opponent with more starting HP.

Ares
40/40 HP
93/100 SP (-7)

Bloodstar
56/80 HP (-7)
170/170 SP

Cleo
40/40 HP
93/100 SP

Atalante
40/40 HP
93/100 SP

The first Raid of their Order had begun. For Tarot though, it was more of a test to see how far their newest members had come. He had followed behind the group, watching their backs as they failed to remain unseen by the Skyclanners they had targeted. There had been two, but the second one had run off, making Tarot half-consider chasing them down and snuffing out their miserable life for sustenance. He couldn't though, he had to make sure the trainees survived their first hostile encounter with a clanner.

The tom they were mobbing seemed experienced though, and the ex-loner didn't get the sense that they were a mere average warrior. Something about him, his appearance, niggled at his memory, but he didn't have a name to go with it. Eyes narrowed, he crept through the bushes. This was a hands-on coaching session in a way, hopefully, their healing training held up afterwards.

The tomcat remained hidden as he watched each of the patrols, one after the other, pile onto the massive tom. He kept an eye on each of their attacks, scrutinizing it so he could give constructive criticism afterwards. Atalante came in strong with a  jumping strike, and Cleo shortly after scored her claws down the tom's side. Ares shouted out a basic battle strategy before charging in, and Tarot narrowed his eyes in both approval and interest.

If the larger Klaus-spawn kept up that sort of attitude, the Serpent would definitely heavily consider him for the position of Overseer. He'd keep watching though, not making a move to strike until he saw all of what his friend's spawn and their newest member had to offer up.

Depending on what all of them did, he'd probably have a private meeting with Klaus afterwards to discuss possible future positions in the Order.

He wasn't just going to stand by the whole time, if things started bordering on deadly for the young ones he'd step in and distract their strong-looking opponent so they could make a tactical retreat. This attack was a great way to test the Skyclan's defences. After everyone recovered from it he'd probably take another group to test one of the other clans' borders.

They had to be careful with the spacing between raids though, they couldn't draw too much attention to themselves yet. If their threat level to the clans climbed too high they'd all be at serious risk.

For now, though, he was keeping out of sight, and out of mind to see how everyone did without his scrutiny. It probably wouldn't be long before he had to step in. On the off chance the scarred tom retreated, he'd immediately gather everyone up to head back to their territory, and make sure their trails were too hard to track.

This was just a raid, not a direct attack on a clan, they didn't have the numbers or resources to do something that massive yet.

As her siblings charged forward, Anastasia slipped silently away, allowing the snow and chaos to hide her method of looping around to the tom's far side. She was vaguely familiar with this place, having once come this way to hunt. His marred face and scarred body spoke to countless battles, but her eyes only narrowed as she watched his reactions to her sibling's attacks before darting forward. Her small stature and speed allowed for an easy opening, and as Ares went for his leg she slid under the other and thrust her unsheathed claws towards the tom's soft belly. Raking her claws through his skin as hard and quickly as she could, she then quickly tried to wriggle away to watch for her next opening.

Anastasia used Belly Rake (Successful!), dealing 15 damage and costing 25 SP.
Survivalist active! Cannot be pinned/stunned for more than one turn when fighting an opponent with more starting HP.

Anastasia
40 HP / 75 SP

Ares
40 HP / 93 SP

Cleo
40 HP / 93 SP

Atalante
40 HP / 93 SP

Bloodstar
34 HP / 170 SP

Tarot
50 HP / 120 SP

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

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'Effect Dice' : 4

Bloodstar was piled onto by strange rogue cats. He immediately had pain explode across his body... but nothing he hadn't handled before. His claws shot out, looking to land damage wherever he could. Bloodstar wasnt stupid though. He'd already been in a situation like this. It wasn't about to end well.

Bloodstar used front paw strike on Atalante, dealing 10 (+2 Star Striker) damage and -7SP

Bloodstar
34HP / 163SP

Atalante
28HP / 93SP (-12HP)

Claws stung her shoulder, and Atalante lashed out in response, then followed up with another sharp blow. The tom they were fighting was surrounded, he wasn't getting out of this without serious injury, or maybe even alive if her siblings and Cleo kept this up.

Atalante used Front Paw Strike for -7 sp, dealing -6 damage.
Atalante used Dirty Trick on Bloodstar for -7 sp, dealing -5 damage!
Survivalist active, cannot be pinned/stunned more than 1 turn while fighting an opponent with higher starting HP.

Atalante
28 / 40 hp
79 / 100 sp (93 - 7 - 7)

Bloodstar
23 / 80 hp (34 - 6 - 5)
163 / 170 sp

This was a bad idea. Aoife didn't like the idea of looking for fights to pick - what was the point? If they needed to train, they could spar, or find a predator who was threatening their home. But she needed to prove herself, and that was more important right now than anyone's safety, even her own. There was no good reason to turn down a chance like this, with Tarot watching so closely from the undergrowth. 

As the group moved almost silently through the forest, Aoife couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to live there with the clan. From what she'd heard and seen, she wouldn't like it at all. She couldn't understand why cats would protect each other out of pure loyalty. Even though she herself may've been very protective over her siblings, that was out of love and blood connection, not some arbitrary rules. It was that exact reason that she couldn't help but be suspicious of Cleo, the group's newcomer. But her father wanted to grow the group, and that would probably mean more recruits, even if Aoife had the guts to complain.

Naturally, they seem to have been discovered by the most terrifying cat she'd met. Klaus had an air about him that you had to respect, but didn't carry the scars of his battles like this clan tom. He might've lacked beauty and grace, but being threatening was more useful. Ares started shouting instructions, but Aoife wasn't going to let him be completely in charge. "Keep moving quickly, don't let him catch you! Make sure he's completely surrounded."

Atlante was injured, albeit not too badly, but Aoife still immediately threw herself at the tom in her sister's defence. She snapped at his back leg with sharp teeth, showing no mercy now that one of her own had been injured.

Aoife used Snap and Dirty Trick on Bloodstar
Survivalist active! Cannot be pinned/stunned more than 1 turn while fighting an opponent with higher starting HP

Aoife
30/30 hp
86/100 sp [-7, -7]

Bloodstar
11/80 hp [-7, -5] 
163/170 sp

Cleo flinched as her face was sprayed with blood. She breathed in for a moment, shivering, before realizing that it wasn't hers. Atalante had been hit, the massive tom's claws ripped across her shoulder, smearing her light pelt with red. "You're fine!" Cleo shouted, her voice cracking. She didn't know if she was more reassuring Atalante or herself. Tarot, Anastasia, and Aofie joined the fray, piling onto the tom in a swarm. Soon the frosted undergrowth became slick with crimson. Cleo would remember this smell. She almost felt bad for the tom they'd so brutally conquered, his flesh was torn in gruesome ways. But such savagery sealed her position in the Forgotten Order. And Cleo would do anything for survival. This tom would be the first sacrifice of many.

She weaseled herself over brambles and dried ferns, boldly pushing back into the fight to snap at the weakening tom's throat. Her pelt quickly became moist, and blood dripped into her eyes. It stinged and Cleo hissed. Her mouth tasted of copper, and all scents were muted. Cleo lashed out again, her claws ripping over the large tom's maw. And then he faltered. She stepped back, watching the sturdy cat stumble. Had they really killed him? Was it done?

Cleo used Snap on Bloodstar, dealing 7 damage and costing 7 stamina.
Cleo also used Dirty Trick on Bloodstar, dealing 5 damage and costing 7 stamina.

Cleo:
HP: 40/40
SP: 79/100 (-14)

Bloodstar:
HP: -1/80 (-12)
SP: 163/170

Hollypaw sniffed at the snow sadly, tail falling at her missed catch. The bird had been taunting her, practically, too. Just sitting atop the drift, preening it’s mottled brown feathers... it should’ve been hers! She’d even run a good ways away from her patrol for the chance, too.

With a long sigh, Hollypaw rose, brushing snow off her pelt. Ah... maybe I’ll tell everyone it wasn’t a bird after all? I was just seeing things... She glared in the far off distance, where her catch was flying free, probably telling all its friends... “One day, I’ll get one of you,” she promised.

The apprentice was about to return in the direction of the others when she heard sudden, urgent pawsteps. Like some cat in a rush? Blinking, she turned and saw a warrior rushing through the snow, kicking up a white spray as he ran. Squeaking and annoyed, the small calico spun out of his way, snapping, ”Geez, what’s wrong with you?”

The out of breath answer made her start. Rogues?

The warrior kept going, toward camp — to spread word. “Don’t forget to tell my patrol!”

And... Holly should probably join him. But even though she knew her mom would kill her, Holly chose not to do that. Instead, she picked up her paws and ran in the direction of the battle. What if I’m the closest?

The patrol would be right behind her, most likely. And some cats from camp. But what if Bloodstar needed help now?

Setting into a ground-eating run — and Hollypaw was fast — the young molly crossed the territory quickly, ears straining for sounds of a fight. But when she began to slow, it wasn’t sound she sensed, but the tang of blood — sharp and heavy. The apprentice slowed, heart kicking into gear, pale eyes scanning hurriedly. And... she saw cats. Many cats. And they aren’t Skyclan. Startled, she immediately leaped into the trees, scaling quickly.

Hollypaw looked down.

And she didn’t mean to rush in. She’d meant to find them, show the patrol — jump in if Bloodstar needed help.

But she didn’t expect to see him on the ground. The large, scarred tabby — and it couldn’t be anyone else, Hollypaw would know — was lying on his side, as if he’d just hit the ground... blood seeping into the snow. His eyes seemed... glassy? A black, yellowed eyed molly stood above him, claws unsheathed, and... Hollypaw snarled, her eyes flashing.

“Hey! You get away from him!” she hissed, hackles rising as she dropped from the tree, launching herself at the black one, claws outstretched.

Hollypaw used Leaping Bound on Cleo, dealing 5 damage and costing 10 stamina. Cleo is pinned for one turn.

Hollypaw
20/20 | 50/60

Cleo
35/40 | 79/100

An attack? Bloodstar was in trouble? The warrior shouted out in camp, and Ravenclaw was off before even thinking about it. She didn't need to think: if Bloodstar was in trouble, then she was going immediately. She didn't even wait for any other warriors to join her: she was bounding right into the fray, right after her own apprentice.

It was easy to survey the scene: a bunch of cats had ganged up on SkyClan's leader, and it looked like trouble. The scent of blood hit her nose, and she snarled angrily. "Cowards!" she yowled, leaping at the closest cat to her. "Prepare to die!"

Ravenclaw used Jumping Strike on Ares, dealing 10+3 damage and costing 7 stamina.

Ravenclaw:
60/60 HP
133/140 SP

Ares:
27/40 HP
93/93 SP

Orchidmask was on her paws in an instant at the sound of the warrior's wild exclamations, the thought of rogues trampling over SkyClan's borders sending shivers down her spine.  Without a word she raced out of camp and through the snow, carving a wide path in her wake.  By the time she arrived her claws were already unsheathed and ready to strike, a threatening yowl announcing her presence to these blatant intruders.  However, the sight of Bloodstar crumpled on the ground, blood turning the white snow red, enraged the imposing she-cat.  Piercing blue eyes locking onto a pale calico she-cat who already bore marks from Bloodstar's claws, the colorpoint warrior dashed forward and grabbed the cat's thick-furred tail in her jaws, yanking with all of her strength.  Dragging her opponent to the ground, she placed a forepaw on her back and pressed down, holding her in place.  Leaning forward, she spoke into the rouge's ear, deep voice low and boiling with anger.

"Every drop of blood you rats just spilled from our leader I'll spill from you in equal measure.  You never should've come."

Orchidmask used Tail Yank on Atalante, dealing 8 damage and costing 15 stamina.  Atalante is stunned for 1 turn.

Orchidmask:
50/50
105/120 (-15)

Atalante:
20/40 (-8)
79/100