Angels of Anarchy

Bloodstar was a heck of a fighter and would never run, not even now... but claws and teeth were set upon him faster than he could counter them. Pain exploded throughout his body, his claws catching the shoulder of at least one attacker. It wasn't enough... One thing he knew for sure... was that this attack was no accident. This was planned...

The giant tom buckled under the weight of four other cats. Blood spattered the ground and darkness crept in around his vision. He thought he could hear the voices of his clan mates too. Had they arrived? Maybe a bit too late for him... but at least they had come.

Bloodstar is dead.

Stars surrounded him, which wasn't something he expected. Those rogues had actually killed him, not just knocked him out? His fur bristled as he stood on the starry plain. Copperfox suddenly appeared, approaching him calmly as stars shimmered in his fur.

"Well... at least you have lives to spare this time." Copperfox said calmly and cheerily. Bloodstar's son sat down in front of him and wrapped his tail around his paws.

"That's no excuse!" Bloodstar hissed, though it wasn't his son he was mad at. Only himself. "I shouldn't have gone down that quickly! I should still be standing and fighting!"

"You're only one cat at the end of the day, dad. Even one as big as you can't fight armies alone. It's alright... just let this go. Don't hold it against yourself. You still didn't run. You didn't even flinch." Copperfox sounded encouraging, but Bloodstar's ears pinned back against his head.

"Not running is a standard requirement of all Skyclan cats now. Doing the bare minimum isn't something to pat my back over." Bloodstar sat down with a huff. Copperfox frowned and let out a soft sigh.

"Suit yourself. Just know that to give yourself impossible goals does you no favors, especially for you, a cat that doesn't handle failure well at all." The younger cat sounded dismissive now, which gave Bloodstar a sense of regret that he hadn't been expecting. But what was there to say now? He had already spoken, more out of anger than anything, but still.

"You're going to die permanently one day Bloodstar. I hope it will be for a good reason. I'll send you back soon, but it isn't safe for you right now."

Bloodstar growled and flopped to his belly. It couldn't be helped. He wouldn't be sent back until it was clear, he supposed. Maybe that was a good idea, but that didn't mean he had to like it.

Like ants, Skyclanners swarmed to the scene of their raid. Making Tarot's eyes narrow. He had seen enough for now of the Order's young members, but at this rate, there'd be casualties beyond simply the large tom the newest member had felled. There was no excuse that could be made to dissuade Tarot from calling a retreat. His friend's spawn, the newest member, they all needed to live, to grow, to accumulate their power. This was not their time to be defeated.

One comment though that made the decision all the more crucial, was the shout from one of the scarred Tom's backup. "Every drop of blood you rats just spilled from our leader I'll spill from you in equal measure."

'Leader'.

They hadn't just taken down any old Skyclan Warrior, they had taken down Skyclan's leader. This made him both proud, and mildly panicked. The leaders of clans had more than one life due to being abominations of nature, The tom could likely come back to life at any time.

No, this was no place to linger any longer, he had gathered what he could, the young ones would have other chances to show off their skills without being mobbed even more.

Crouching, Tarot coiled his muscles locked onto the weakest-seeming member of the Skyclan Leader's reinforcements. After taking a few deep breaths, he exploded out of cover arcing through the air, eyes locked onto the first arrival to the scene. Then, promptly barreled into them aiming to do as much damage as he could in one swift move. Claws digging into her pelt he briefly mauled her before releasing and skidding with the momentum of his strike.

After bowling the she-cat over though, he didn't stop, instead, he pivoted around and dragged his claws down her face with no mercy. Cleo was underneath the young cat, and he needed to force the clanner to get off of her, through pain or otherwise.

Tail lashing, but fur still lying smooth. The calm tom raised his head, letting out a yowl so his message could be heard over the sounds of the fight. "EVERYONE! I'm calling for a tactical retreat and that is an order! You've proven yourselves enough for today!" His eyes narrowed, presence commanding even as he kept alert for any of their foes thinking of attacking him. If they dared disobey there'd be a price to pay if they survived long enough to get back home.

His scarred visage turned to look at the Skyclan leader that lay on the ground, venom in his gaze. He'd be sure to snuff out any leader he'd come across in his life, be it now or in the future. If they weren't dead before he got to them, they would be when they crossed paths once more. A low snarl built up in his throat, and a spiteful murmur rose unbidden "Payeth Starclan mine own respects, thee abomination of nature." The dark tom spat.

Then he whirled around, prepared to cover the rest of their group's retreat if necessary. Or drag them back home if they decided not to listen to his words. He'd fight tooth and nail to make sure everyone got back to camp with their lives intact, even if it meant his own death.

The big tom crumpled to the ground, lifeless, and Atalante turned her head to inspect the wounds he'd left across her shoulder. They stung, and the blood seemed bright against her pale fur.

And that's when the sound of hurried pawsteps reached her ears. Atalante's head lifted, "Watch out!" She called a warning as a dark-furred she-cat lunged for her brother, alarm making her fur stand on end.

Only to have teeth sink into her tail and yank her backwards roughly, an unfamiliar voice growling threats into her ears.

"Get out of my face," She spun on the she-cat, hissing, striking out with unsheathed forepaws. She heard Tarot's yowl to retreat... She could do that just as soon as she got away from this she-cat's rancid breath.

Atalante used Random Recall for -5 sp and is no longer stunned.
Atalante used Front Paw Strike on Orchidmask for -7 sp, dealing -7 damage.

Orchidmask
43 / 50 hp (50 - 7)
105 / 120 sp

Atalante
20 / 40 hp
67 / 100 sp (79 - 5 - 7)

Hailfall had nearly snuck up on a bird when a panicked warning caught his ears, scaring off his prey in the process. However, his disappointment quickly melted into horror as he registered what the warning was. Rogues. They were getting raided.

He quickly shifted on his paws, running as fast as his legs could carry him to the battle. The sounds of yowls and orders were not hard to find, and he was thankful the snow didn't hinder his pursuit when he arrived on the scene. Others in the patrol had beaten him there, but they hadn't made it fast enough. A large dark shape contrasting against the snow was enough to tell him that. Was he just down or had he lost a life? He couldn't tell, the chaos of the scene dragging his attention in different directions.

Above it all he heard the instructions to retreat, and he knew that couldn't happen. Not after the damage they had done to their leader, they couldn't just leave after that. He rushed towards the cat closest, a pale calico female, and lept, his claws digging into her back in an attempt to push and pin her down. He was going to be brave and protect his clan.

Hailfall used Leap and Hold on Aoife, costing 15 SP and dealing 7 HP. Aoife is pinned for 2 rounds!

Hailfall:
25/25 HP
35/50 SP (-15)

Aoife: [Pinned 1/2]
33/40 HP (-7)
100/100

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

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'Effect Dice' : 5

Ares smirked as the large tom went down, they had all worked well as a team. Suddenly, the sound of paws. Then he was bowled over by a larger cat, an adult, claws digging into his shoulder and chest. He was dazed for a moment, but could still hear Tarot's command. It was an order. He had to obey, it didn't matter if his siblings were getting injured. They should be able to take care of themselves, or Tarot would help them. He wouldn't disobey though. With a hiss, he lashed out with claws against the warrior over him, aiming for anything vital. Or anything that'd help him get up.

Whatever he hit, it did the trick. He was able to get to his paws, and he began to turn before hissing, "Watch your mouth, clanner." Ares then bounded away, blood seeping into his fur. The others would catch up, he would stay just beyond the borders of Skyclan, and if they didn't show soon, he'd have to go back and inform Klaus. He hoped the rest were skilled enough for that not to happen.

Ares used Fight and Flee on Ravenclaw, dealing 8 damage, and using all remaining stamina!

Ravenclaw
52/60 HP (-8)
133/140 SP

Ares has fled tactically retreated!

Orchidmask's ears twitched as an unfamiliar tom appeared from the brush and called for the attacking cats to retreat, however, it seemed not all of these young intruders were so quick to abandon their fights. The pale-furred she-cat underneath her claws quickly recovered and struck, taking Orchidmask by surprise as thin lines of red blossomed on her shoulder. Snarling, the colorpoint warrior reared up onto her hind legs, growing to an impressive size. "I'll get out of your face when you get off my territory, follow your leader and leave." Striking down with all her strength, Orchidmask raked unsheathed claws against the rouge's head, an impressive and likely painful blow.

Orchidmask used Upright Lock, dealing 10 damage and costing 10 stamina.

Orchidmask:
43/50
95/120 (-10)

Atalante:
10/40 (-10)
67/100

Claws raked across her head, and Atalante stumbled, hissing in pain. Blood dripped into her eyes, and she had to blink to clear her vision. Atalante didn't bother replying to the she-cat, instead she lashed out again, then raced past the clan cat to join her siblings.

Atalante used Fight and Flee for all remaining so, dealing -8 damage.
Atalante has fled!

Orchidmask:
35 / 50 hp (43 - 8)
95 / 120 sp

Atalante
10 / 40 hp
0 / 100 (67 - 67)

Aoife was knocked almost completely off balance by a sudden weight hitting her back, sharp claws digging into her sides. She was about to try and throw the warrior off when Tarot's order rose above the noise and scrabble of battle. As much as she wanted to put every last part of her into this fight, she knew it would be a bad idea. This wasn't a raid; they didn't want to completely revel themselves in their entirety yet. And yet she couldn't help but slash at the tom clinging to her before retreating, possibly causing a little more damage than initially intended. Either way, it sent out their message - the Forgotten Order was not to be messed with.

Aoife used Fight and Flee and Front Paw Strike on Hailfall

Aoife
33/40 hp
0/100 sp [-all]

Hailfall:
10/25 hp [-8,-7]
35/50 sp

Aoife has retreated!

Anastasia had hung back slightly, making sure that her siblings all managed to free themselves. As they all did, she darted away along with them, running side by side with Atalante. Their little raid had been.... Fruitful, they had killed that cat, but so many more ran in to his aid. As she ran over the snow, she wondered what other attacks would be like.