He Who Laughs Last__x

[Bane]

He walked with authority. He walked with power.

He was bringer of the Underworld.

Merely another shadow, so it seemed. Yet this shadow was the bane of this pretty little society. Merely a lonely figure, so it seemed. Yet behind him came his army of followers - the army of BoneClan, formidable, unstoppable, and equally as camouflaged. They would inflict pain onto as many victims as it took. This was a battle he could not afford to lose.

The night was still - not a single blade of grass moved in the non-existant wind, nor any animal make any sort of squeak or croak. Perhaps they knew this was not a day to disturb their predators. The sun was slowly sinking; currently the sky was a startling pink. A colour not quite suited to such a day. But as the sun would set, what a brilliant crimson the sky would be - the black cat smiled cruelly, purring with amusement. It was almost worthy of a prophecy from StarClan - oh no wait! They hadn't warned any clan cat of the oncoming slaughter, had they? What a load of bull. This night would signify so much more than just getting back the kit of their one and only Heartless. It signified everything Bane sought. It signified the end.

As RisingClan territory could be scented up ahead, the cat quickened to a lope.

Thumpthump. Thumpthump

A lone rock came into view up ahead. With ease, he leapt up to sit in a perfectly sleek position, his tail curling elegantly around his paws - his eyes staring blankly ahead, looking out over RisingClan, and over the Rogue Meadow.

He waited.

Thumpthump. Thumpthump.

"BoneClan! The day has come for our victory. We fight for the vengeance of Soulless, so cruelly stolen from her true home. We fight to rid the Rogue Meadow of RisingClan, so that our own territory may grow, and we may become so much bigger, so much better than we are today! We fight against the Clans, who believe in fairytales about StarClan; look at them now! There precious Stars didn't forewarn them of this, did they?!"

His voice boomed. It was strong, handsome, cruel, authoritive, and so much more. It was everything that was needed of a leader; everything that was needed for the son of Scourge. Look at me now, father... am I doing you proud?

"Kill the lot! Slash their throats! Let the Meadow run free with the blood of a thousand little kitties."

He smiled once more; this time so much more cold, so much more heartless.

"Do not hold back; kill any and every RisingClan cat that comes your way. Search for suitable hostages - kittens, weak females, any cat will be decent enough to give RisingClan a taste of their own medicine. Ask for the whereabouts of Soulless; if anybody finds her, you will bring her to myself, Heartless, or Goldenblaze. She is not to be killed!"

As expected, as the sun lowered; a beautiful crimson now flowed across the sky. It gave Bane hope, made his heart beat and his blood run through his veins faster with adrenalin. Where you failed, father, I shall not. I am bigger, better; stronger. My name is feared by all - well, let them feel fear at the bane of my claws.

He slid with ease down the rock, then stood at the bottom. His head lifted up, and a beautiful, yet deadly sound was set free. He yowled the loudest he had ever yowled - a yowl filled with the anger that constantly penetrated his body. It was a sound destined to spread fear through the hearts of any cat who might hear it.

The Devil and his army were coming; no point hiding now.

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[xXGothicTearsXx(FrostKit)]

A she-cat woke in the distance,she had heard the yowl of Bane and the voices of his Death-Ridden army.Her gold eyes snapped open,and she rose to her paws.She looked to her son who was lying on a small bed of moss close to the river where they'd made a home.She streached lightly,and snuck closer to the sound,her eyes watching the pompus male cat.

But,was she scared?Oh no...she would be this cat's worst...Nightmare.She lept onto a rock,it was just close enough so her voice could be heard by Bane.Pathetic,Bane.

"Don't act as if you've won yet,Bane."The she-cat spat out his name with disgust,"Who says we won't fight you?I'll surely fight,for this is my home,and where I plan to make a family someday...so buzz off....Worthless,Pathetic Flea-Bag!You'll fail...just like your father!"

Her voice rang in the bloodred sunlight.She knew all about his past,as it was told to her from her mother,before her mother's death.She stood tall,a look of sheer determination set in her eyes.She gave a bloodchurning yowl,one that showed her full dominance and her lust to win against the scarred male cat.

She stood atop the small rock,her golden eyes glintened in a narrow glare.She gave a second yowl,and a Silver Tabby jumped onto the rock beside her,joining in her yowl.She lept from the rock,stalking straight towards Bane,with no regret or sincerety in her eyes.Just pain and determination.

[Heartless]

[This will be all for my Boneclan kitters, with Heartless as the main, since I’ve not the time or muse to post as them all. xD]

this is just the beginning

Heartless bounded behind her ebony, fierce leader, a snarl on her maw.

Her kits were older now, apprentices with their own developing skills now. Strong, young fierce souls burning brightly against the night.

There was no way in the 7 Levels of Hell would the original cannibal kitty miss this fight. Racing to the right of her and a little back was the executioner and torturer, Spiderlily.

Now, the two she-cats might’ve never gotten along very well, but all animosity between the two had been abruptly abandoned at Bane’s side.

Near the tabby, Heartless supposed, would be her black shadow Pripyat, though she had yet to see him. The Siamese blinked, ice blue hues flicking and settling once more on the dark form of their glorious leader.

To the left and further behind, she could hear, was Razorblade and the old-timer Darkazure. She truly know not why the old cat had come, all he would mutter was ‘Unfinished business’ when question.

It wasn’t her concern.

The cannibal and the other three stopped, arranging in a semi-circle around Bane the moment he had chosen to leave the height of the lone rock.

Watching.

Always watching.

The good would come, on light paws, while the evil rode on wings of darkness.

Heartless snarled, brown ears flicking back and tail lashing as she stared off, into the unknown.

Waiting.

Which clan would dare to come first?

Who would die first?

this is only the end

[Darkangel]

[Yeah, I'ma do the same thing as Umbeeluff.]

A she-cat, almost identical in looks to the tom leading the assortment of cats. Bloodthirsty, battle-driven cats.

Her emerald green eyes shone with the light of war. As the crimson setting sun's rays streaked across the sky, the Devil's Daughter hissed. A long, satisfied hiss.

RisingClanners would die today. At her claws.

The real Darkangel would finally surface.

Have you not heard of the Heiress to the BoneClan Throne? Come now; everyone's heard of her. But I suppose a cat as clueless as you wouldn't have; well, an introduction would only be polite. The Princess of Evil, the daughter of Bane himself. She walked with the same power as the leader of BoneClan, held in her dainty little paws. Her claws scored the ground. Soon the grass would be covered with deep red blood.

She walked beside Heartless. She admired her, respected her, almost feared her. After all, who wouldn't - it was Heartless, after all. She flicked her tail and twitched her ears. The golden tearstreaks along her sides shone dark red-gold in the sunset. Cats of all Clans would die. Not BoneClan, Darkangel was confident of that.

Silence.

Then the voice of another cat. Who dared speak to Bane on the most rewarding day of his life? A brilliant chapter in BoneClan's history?

"Don't act as if you've won yet, Bane."

Another hiss escaped her maw, but this time it was threatening. Dissatisfied. What did this she-cat expect Bane to do? Would she think the Dark Lord would just sit by and watch her insult him? Darkangel thought she knew him a bit better than that.

Who says we won't fight you? I'll surely fight, for this is my home, and where I plan to make a family someday...so buzz off....Worthless, pathetic flea-bag! You'll fail...just like your father!"

"Fail?"

More cats emerged from the shadows behind her. She recognized Panic, limping but the sunset turning his silver eyes red. She admired his courage. He was but a young, small apprentice, and yet he still risked his life to come out and fight. Padding ahead of Panic, always keeping an eye on the apprentice, was Night. Her black tail was held high, her ears pricked.

Her attention flicked back to this little...idiot.

"I think not, little kitty. Bane never fails."

A faint smirk crossed her lips.

"Nor does his daughter."

One RisingClan cat in particular drifted through her mind. She wanted to see this cat's throat slashed, her blood drenching the BoneClan Princess's maw.

Fallingsky.

She let out a high-pitched, half shriek-half cry. A warcry.

[Pripyat]

satan, satan, lend me a dollar.

A shadow raced, blotting out the stars above. A shape with narrow wings, a shape of speed.

Tattletale.
Blue eyes tracked the falcon's progress through the sky. They were the color of a blue crayon, not sky-blue but true blue, and they stood out sharply against the dark fur they were set in.
They belonged to a black cat, the third-most-infamous black cat in all the Clans.
It went, Bane, Darkangel, Pripyat.

"Run along home, little bird," the black cat hissed mockingly. "Be sure to return. A good killing makes me a tad peckish, little bird."
This falcon, Kestrel's falcon, had left a scar on Pripyat's nose. Pripyat would do it one better.

He slinked from the deep shadows of the forest, a shadow detatching from shadows. He weaved through the long grass on this vast, indomitable plain, his paws pointing toward the attacking party; his Clan. His BoneClan.

His heart was so full of pride and fierceness and bloodlust on that night.
Silently he swooped to Spiderlilly's side, his words a whisper in her ear: "How are you on this night of killing, my friend? Terribly sorry I am late."
The word 'friend' was a half-lie; Pripyat, strange and terrifying as he was, was already and privately half in love with Spiderlilly.

But now was not the time to dwell on such odd feelings.
Pripyat bared his teeth in a grim smile, showing sharp white points.
White is such a bad color, he thought, running his tongue across his razor fangs hungrily. Red is nicer.
Blood-red.
Such a pretty color.

His ears angled forward. Bane's orders were straightforward, and each word fell sweetly on his ears. "kill any and every cat that comes your way."
Oh, Pripyat would. He would kill.

He would take no hostages.

To the mad tom, Bane's furious cry was inspiring, rallying.
He grinned foolishly, manically.
Then he raised his head and gave a cry of his own, a warcry that was loud and strong and dark and merciless; it was the sound of a lunatic laughing alone in the fields--the angry, hungry, somehow looming sound of a wolf howling out death in the deepest night--the shrieking, predatory cry of some arcane bird.

Hunt, charge, fight, hurt, kill, win!

Pripyat, the stalking wolf, the everpresent bringer of madness and death, the lurking hunter who promised a bloody end.
He was here now, lusting for the sharp metallic taste of blood in his mouth.

Let the war begin.

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At the very rear of the attacking party, a pair of siamese cats prowled.
They were completely identical in every way, unnerving mirrors of each other. Their fur was snowy white and the dark, rich color of dark chocolate; their eyes were perfect pools of blue.
They walked together, step for step.

Dangeroushope appeared cool and distant and confident, but every now and then, a twitching tail or quick, jumpy movement would betray her anxiety. She was not at all sure about this war.

Shadowedfate was in her element. This darkness, this gathering energy...it lies here, she thought with a thrill of excitement.
Her poor sister was nervous. Shadowedfate cast her a disdainful glance; she herself was looking forward to the battle.
The revealing battle.

It lies here.

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Darktrack didn't just walk, he slinked. His large paws fell silently on the grass; his tail was still behind him, and his breathing was shallow.
He half-crouched like a cat on the hunt. Like the cat he was.
His dark, morose golden eyes were brooding, and one chipped white tooth nipped his lip in a thoughtful way.
Darktrack fought ok, but mostly, he was a supreme tracker.
He tasted the scent of RisingClan. They were near.

Melee was excited.
He could barely contain his ferocious excitement, his fiery desire for battle. His claws were unsheathed and caught the earth as he walked. His dark, washed-out green eyes darted and flashed with anticipation.
He wanted the battle to begin now.
Right now, yeah.

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[ kestrel 'n co will come in a tad later...brightgate needs time to find kestrel and tell her about boneclan's attack party, and kestrel needs time to gather her own forces and send the call to arms to the other clans ][/color]

[Warpath]

Can flowers bloom in a field of death?

The air sparked with heated rage, as if a fire could blaze on the breath of the lives that pulsed under the crimson sky. Silent shapes stalked through the tall grass, intent on one site, the scent of exileration heavy on the wind. The flower-marked she-leader of MistClan led her followers into the dense thickets of Rogue Meadow. The gold-dust in her eyes glowed in the waning light, giving her hues a moltent look. Reaching the dividing line between free land and the battle ground, she came to a stop. Leveling her gaze with the arrogant male on the hill, she narrowed her eyes, the only indication that she even acknowledged him.

If death could walk and death could talk, you have met death...

Crimson-brown fur flowed effortlessly forward as strong paws guided their owner. Bloody hues focused on the ground that lay ahead. Her mentor had arrived not a moment before her, she had run with him the whole way. Her eyes bore no acceptance for fear or pain, no regret or second thought. Scythepaw was born into a world of death and death would be her life. One might never notice if she became injured in this battle, for her coat was already so much the color of wounds. There was no going back now, there was no desire to and there never had been. As devilish a grin as the world would allow a cat, graced the maw of Scythepaw this eve. With Pripyat and Panic beside her, she was ready to deal death...

[.::Umberwings]

A silent black wraith.

Ghost whispers of paw-steps followed Her leader and deputy.

Before tiny Umberwings, her growth terribly stunted due to a genetic defect, was the powerful Battledream. The feral she-cat stopped directly beside her leader, head held up, amber hues narrowed to small slits as she stared at the Boneclan cats gathered. This was something she had seen before; both seen and lost with dearly. Battledream had lost every cat within her clan to the claw of the enemy clan during their own war, save for herself and Warfox.

She was not going to allow it again, ever.

Near the small medicine cat came along Dodgepaw. She and Battledream had been training the apprentice after his mentor, his father, had vanished from the clan territory following his mother’s death. The tom was good, damn good, and it was only a matter of time before he was made a warrior.

If he made it through the battle alive.

And what of Umberwings?

Yellow hues, startling, unnaturally bright against her midnight pelt, looked from cat to cat. The enemy.

Her enemy.

They settled on one figure, amongst the killers standing across from Mistclan.

Heartless. Her mother.

The cannibal who had killed and eaten her dear brother, all those moons and moons ago.

Had it really been so long?

It didn’t matter. It didn’t matter, because Umberwings remembered, and always would.

The medicine cat stepped forward, standing on Lillystar’s other side since Battledream had the other covered pretty much, her face lifted up, ears pricked forward.

Above, the stars shone without fail.

Like the ocean’s time, they were ever-lasting.

Starclan…

How many cats that she knew would join in their ranks on this night?

Her heart twisted, painfully, when she thought on how Rustshade might, if he fought too…

No!

No, she couldn’t think of that!

Never!

She could give her clan hope, for with their belief and faith, Starclan would fight alongside them in this War of Wars, a battle against the darkness…

[xXGothicWingsXx]

A hideous,monsterous yowl raged from the back of the BoneClan cats,a blood-lusting white and black she-cat raced amongst the ranks,slowing to a stop near the middle of the Clan cats.Her eyes,the color of the blood she'd shed as a rouge,narrowed in sight of the MistClan,her hackles raised,exposing,much-to-sharp-to-be-normal fangs,and a voice boomed from her.
"We will kill all those who challenge us,we will spread the blood of a thousand cats amongst this meadow,the BoneClan will conqure.We,and we alone,will be the sole rulers of all the land,and we alone will vanquish those who stand in our way!!"Her voice was so shrouded in anger and icy coldness,that it would almost be mistaken that she were the BoneClan Leader,but she wouldn't dare try to take that spot,no not ever.

She stalked closer to DarkAngel,giving her a short nod,and turning her eyes towards Bane,her Leader,the Devil Himself.Nothing was very different about this she-cat from any of the other BoneClan cats,...except her markings.She had recieved a black wing-shaped marking on either side of her body from StarClan,and the marking of a crown on her head.She had recieved knowledge unmatched by almost any cat.Tom or She.

She gave another yowl,one that could ice the very bones of the cats who stood in the way of BoneClan.Her blood-coloured eyes showed no mercy for she was of GothicWings.

[Kest]

The bird returned.
His shadowed colors flashed across the dark sky; in a heatbeat he had appeared over the horizon and plunged down to land before Lillystar and her Clan.
The falcon looked up at the leader with dark, intelligent eyes, ruffling his rainbow of feathers.
"Kestrel is curious as to how the MistClan cats knew of the BoneClanner's arrival," he said.
His voice was accented and his beak was not so capable of handling Cat sounds as he would have liked, but he made himself understood.
And then, lowering his voice so that only Lillystar and the most immediate MistClanners could hear, he added significantly, "They are coming. RisingClan welcomes MistClan to the battle. Our alliance has been honored."

He nodded regally and swooped into the evening sky, a single red feather spiraling down as he went.
In another heartbeat he was gone, racing to deliver news of the war to Amberstar of TreeClan, Snowstar of StoneClan, and Sunsetfire of StealthClan.


A cat topped the rise ahead.
She stood silently for a moment, silhouetted proudly against the falling sun. The sky burned deep orange and purple behind her.
A slim cat, built for speed; fur that ruffled like feathers in the breeze; two-colored eyes that blazed like blue and yellow fire, fierce and implacable.
Kestrel. Monarch of RisingClan.

She lifted her head and gave a cry for all the assembled cats to hear: "Welcome, my allies, my enemies, to the battleground! War is now upon us, crouching in the shadows over the east horizon like some fell beast; and let me say this: never before have I wanted to much to summon it here!"
Kestrel and her fancy-speech-making ways...but it sounded quite impressive coming from her mouth.

She trembled with pent-up energy, anger strong in her stance. But she held it in; she was dignified, she was a leader, she was one of perfect self-control.
There was a liveliness in her and around her, thrumming at the air.

"This ends now."

Kestrel looked back towards where the RisingClan camp lay. "My cats!" she called out. "Brave warriors of RisingClan!"
She flicked her tail for her warriors to join her on the hilltop. They would get a good look at their enemy now.

Her voice dropped into a more normal register, as she spoke only to RisingClan now: "Wait for them to attack. Their fury will get the better of them," she whispered. "We will meet them on the slope if we can; we are well-used to fighting and maneuvering on uneven land. More so than the BoneClan cats. We will push them back with ease. And then the true battle may begin."

She waited.

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The sight of the RisingClanners excited Melee; he could scarcely stand it. He began shouting and spitting insults to the RisingClan cats, insults that were muffled and turned back by Darktrack's paw.
"Shut your mouth," Darktrack growled, and pushed Melee down.

Melee got right back up, staring avidly -and silently- at his enemies.

---

Behind Lillystar, several MistClan cats milled. Among them were Juukai, a densely-furred gray she-cat adorned with burn scars; Medium, a flat brown tom standing unnoticed at the back; and Karla, a silver-spotted she-cat who shifted nervously from paw to paw.
Can I do this? she wondered anxiously. Can I really hurt another cat?
The BoneClan cats look mean...

Medium scanned the crowd for a glimpse of Andromeda; some part of him hoped she had been left to guard the camp, for he was terribly worried about her.

Juukai...well, she was psyched. "We're gonna win, yeah, we're gonna firebomb 'em!" she whispered to herself, her tail thrashing.
At her paws lay a cardboard fold of matches, fully stocked.
BoneClan would burn, oh yeah, they would.

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Fallingsky's breath caught in her throat at the sight of her father and the BoneClan cats.
And her sister, strutting beside them.
Her murderous sister.

Fallingsky felt a surge of anger beyond anything else she had ever weathered before. She wanted to leap now, to fly at the BoneClanners and rip that confident, gloating look off Darkangel's face.
But Kestrel's word was law, and it was certainly Fallingsky's gospel.
She held her place, shaking, her teeth gritted sharply together.

Rivertalon and Dustdusk stood side-by side, neither speaking. They were silent not out of fear but preparation; they were RisingClan warriors preparing to enter battle. Brother and sister preparing to separate and perhaps never see each other again.
Dustdusk planned to trick the BoneClanners. She was smart like that.
Rivertalon would overwhelm them. He was strong.
Neither spoke. Neither moved.

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Broke padded silently along, her scarred face intent.

"Are you sure you want this?" Afia asked slowly, evenly. She was a fennec fox, sand-colored and clever. She would not fight; this was a cat's battle. But she would jump to Broke's aid if she had to, and that required her to stay on this very hilltop.

Broke did not look down. She stared at the BoneClanners, feeling the burn on her paw sting.
"I am sure," she snapped, then pushed her way forward.
She sidled herself in with the RisingClan cats, saying softly, "I am here to join your fight."
Kestrel gave her then nod. She was in.

[Pinedark]

Quietly, like a ghost's shadow, Deepcreek stood with her clanmates. Perhaps she was unnoticed. It was her way to go unnoticed, unaccounted for, and unexpected. That, more than anything else, made her strong. Not that training and claws and teeth didn't help.

Wait til the last second- that was what she was going to do. Wait til the last second and then jump on some Boneclan cat that looked like it needed a lesson in who not to mess with. Subdued anger and pent-up energy shone in her level stare across the area, sweeping up to her leader.

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[Bristle + War]

Darkangel - #660000
Panic - #000000
Night - #333399
Crisp - #993333
Bristleclaw - #663399

The Princess searched the ranks of RisingClan as they entered the Battleground. She was searching for that one cat, the cat whose blood she would spill...

There.

That little goody two paws. Her ears flicked and her lips curved in a wicked grin. A wicked, wicked grin. This was a day of death. Giving a glance to her father, Darkangel glared straight into her sister's eyes.

"Oh, sister..."

Her smooth, high-pitched call carried swiftly over the field. She cared not whether other cats heard her, though she slightly wanted Kestrel - all about 'justice', was she? - to catch the comment she was about to hurl at Fallingsky.

"Ready to die today, sweet sis?"

Her wicked wicked grin grew wider and wider. Your faith in StarClan will be the death of you.

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A young - but enormous - warrior of MistClan fell into step a few cats behind Umberwings and Battledream and Lillystar. Her tail quivered - her entire body quivered, she was so nervous and excited. She was ready to die for Lillystar and the rest of MistClan. Bristleclaw scented RisingClan on the air, and then the horrible odor came. BoneClan.

"Wishclaw?"

Bristleclaw's voice broke as she called her friend and former mentor's name. Where was she? Wishclaw had immediately become Bristleclaw's best friend, the moment she came to MistClan.

It could be said that Bristleclaw and Wishclaw had been 'friends at first sight'. She loved to be around the crazy whitish-gray she-cat. They got into trouble together, did some pretty random things together...and after today, that friendship could end. No, she growled to herself. I will fight. I will not die, and neither will Wishclaw.

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Crisp followed Kestrel, to put it bluntly. He glanced around. His Clan, RisingClan...cats would die today. He let out a soft hiss as he stood behind a small clump of cats, in front of which was the leader herself. He listened to his leader's speech, though just barely. He was interested to see how the fight turned out, but at the same time, he was horrified. Would he leave behind Bluerage, watch over her from the skies as she raised their kits alone; maybe even - he shivered at the thought - take on a new mate?

"Hey..."

He didn't even turn to look at who he was whispering to, but he wanted to speak to some one. (It was Deepcreek that he turned to.) Besides, he knew - and liked - every cat in RisingClan.

"How do you think this'll end up?"

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Night, however, was not frightened. Behing an elite warrioress and assassin of BoneClan, she was quite confident that - though they were greatly outnumbered - BoneClan would win. She grinned and lashed her tail. Bringer of Night was quite the fighter, but none compared to Bane himself. She felt she was a better fighter than the Dark Lord's Daughter, but she didn't dare voice that opinion.

She stood slightly behind the Princess herself. But then she noticed another cat had not yet joined them, or at least joined the front party - Sharpfang, the BoneClan deputy. Night glanced around for the tom, but couldn't see him.

"Where's Sharpfang?"

Night's whisper reached Darkangel, who glanced over her shoulder - an evil smirk glinting in her emerald eyes - and shrugged her shoulders. She hissed frustratedly; just because she wasn't really fair with other Clans didn't mean he wasn't fair with his own Clan.

"He deserves to be here!"

The BoneClan assassin's eyes narrowed and she hissed again.

[Pinedark]

Deepcreek turned as Crisp walked up next to her and spoke. She dipped her head for a moment to hide a gentle smile- best he not think she was laughing at him when she was being sympathetic.

"I think we'll win," she stated confidently,

[/b]"You'll be fine... just don't take on more than you can handle."[/b] She might have to watch out for this one, since his mate was at home and couldn't do that job. If anything happened to anyone who had left someone at the den, and nothing happened to Deepcreek, she was going to feel guilty for the longest time. And though a quivery feeling was working it's way up to distracting her- nerves!- she sat perfectly still and composed. Worry and panic wasn't going to help anyone- least of all she and anyone near her.[/color][/center][/size]

[Warpath]

Blood does not make flowers grow...

Lillystar felt strength surge through her body, muscles tensed and ready to spring. It had seemed a shaky start for her as a leader, but now she knew they trusted her. Such pride and happiness she felt, as she surveyed the cats assembled around her. Her strong deputy, her gentle medicine cat, her tenacious warriors and swift apprentices. Could a leader be more proud of her clan?

She noticed Brightgate just seconds before he alighted before her. The bird was good at his job, she had barely seen him. She listened attentively, then nodded as he took flight. How had they known about BoneClan's arrival? Call it instinct...after Shadowstreak and Rustshade had come back so grievously injured, she knew the Rogue Meadows were slipping into turmoil. There had also been a brief report, from a certain brother cat that had slipped away recently...

"MistClan, my friends, we will await Kestrel's direction, for she knows these lands best," Lillystar stated. "When I give the signal, fight strong and hard, but if at all possible, spare yourselves...I would be much agrieved to lose any of you..."

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Death comes with a pretty face...

The air was thick with tension. Scythepaw growled anxiously, she wanted so badly to tear across the field and start the battle, but she would wait. She would destroy as much as possible, but only once Bane said so. It was not that she was afraid of him, quite the contrary, she was intrigued by him. She wanted nothing more than to see how he fought, how he killed. Yes, she would wait...as long as it took to learn how to murder...

"Pripyat, Panic...are you excited?" she directed the question at them, though her devilish gaze remained focused ahead.

You look so beautiful tonight my love...I will not let that beauty end here...

The massive RisingClan deputy stood fiercely by his leader's side. Silvery wings glowed on his ebony shoulders. Paws the size of a small dog's stood firmly planted, the claws released from their sheaths. His swirling gray eyes took everything in, deep and endless. He had lived his whole life forced into battles he did not want to fight. His body had been torn viciously and scars marred his satiny fur from nose to tail-tip. The only thing that kept him in his place was his loyalty, to his Clan and to his love, Kestrel. They had barely begun to live...and he would not let them die here. It was perhaps the first battle he had chosen to fight...

"Kestrel...do we wait for the other Clans or should we advance?" He spoke as her deputy, but also as her most devoted friend.[/center][/size]

[Battlecry]

Featuring:

Sharpfang
Goldenblaze
Rustshade
Whitedevil
Barbwire
[Treeclan and Stoneclan WILL NOT be joining yet, as they havn't been notified of the war's existance. Bluerage is pregnant, will not join. No worries you guys, I'll get right on the war roster. ;3]

There was the devil's right hand himself. Brown overgrown hair was coated with mud and blood, and it gave him a most intimidating look. Sharpfang. His snaggle tooth jutted just short of his chin, and his eyes were ablaze. Where the other Boneclanners followed Bane, no cat remained so close, so faithful, as that brown tom. Boneclan deputy raised his head, teeth abare, with the young daughter of Goldenblaze close at his own flanks. Further away, undaunted by the close proximity that his daughter remained to be to the deputy, was the blazing Goldenblaze. If Sharpfang was a fierce opponent, Goldenblaze might as well have killed with the simple most look upon him. Fires that burned so close to his heart exploded for his daughter. His daughter would be returned to him. He would make sure of that... He flicked his tail, gazing over the fields. Where the other clans had numbers, quantities, Boneclan was all quality, with fierce opponents ready to shred without a heart beats notice. Some might even enjoy it. As for him? He would. To his shoulder and closer to the Heiress herself was the silver abbysinnian, the name counterpart, Whitedevil. His face withheld any emotion, but nonetheless he looked no less of battleready.

The same thrilling feeling of fear held for Rustshade as he padded onwards, a black sillhouette against the raging pink sky. Like flesh.. He felt no fear for if he were to perish, but his heart pounded as he recalled what was in store of Umberwings were to die. She would be honored among Starclan, if they were to accept her... What had he done? Oh Starclan.. If he was the barricade to her way into Starclan... He himself would die in this battle, search the skies for eternity to be with her. Black and rust came to Umberwing's otherside. He would fight. He would die. This clan, his family, his friends, his spine in this war, he would die for them. He would die for the she-cat standing at his side, he would die to prove Starclan's worth, to prove the other clans how Mistclan really was... He bared his teeth. So he would....

[xXGothicWingsXx]

I am a saint amongst sinners
A winner amongst fighters
I am....
WinterWings...


A black she-cat moved along the ranks towards the front of the MistClan.Her icy-eyes watching the cats all around her.She looked at the cats of BoneClan the merciless killer-clan that her mother had belonged to,her darkened past...her roots lie within the BoneClan,but unlike her sister,she chose a better path,a path that knew what was right.The MistClan.Her tail twitched eagerly as she waited for the call to fight.She had no mate,no kits,no reason to be fighting at all...except to rid herself of the BoneClan..and her sister..GothicWings.She heard the yowl erupt from her sister,and closed her eyes momentarily letting the icy-hate of the yowl settle through her body.

Why was she here when she obviously had no ties to this clan?For her father....Her father,WhiteSky,was killed by a BoneClan cat...was killed by GothicWings and another cat when he was out hunting.She suddenly remembered the pain an anger she'd felt when she wandered onto her father's body and had draged him back to camp,and lie beside him mourning.She knew why she was here,her fur bristled,her black coat stood out against the white wing-markings on her sides.Her eyes narrowed,she would not back down.

She looked at the leader of the MistClan,LillyStar and noted the worried look in the eyes of the fearless leader.She edged her way towards LillyStar,ignoring the remarks of the other cats she she brushed past them.She stood slightly behind-and-left of LillyStar,watching the battlefield that would soon be covered in blood.

"LillyStar,I wan to let you know why I chose to stay with you,and fight with you when I obviously could have chose not to.My father,the warrior Tom WhiteSky,he was killed by BoneClan cats,a tom and a she-cat...my sister GothicWings.I choose to fight also,for your sake,and to protect you from harm,for you were kind enough to accept me when most other Clan cats didn't."She spoke,and a shaky worry lingered on her voice.

She nodded to the other cats.She moved to address them.A single sentence rose from her throat in a deafening yowl.
"For MistClan..and for StarClan,fight for the good of all of us,fight and make your ancestors proud!"She yowled,her voice was more high-pitched and held less anger than her sister's.

She slipped back towards the back of the clan,where she belonged with the other warriors.Her eyes caught GothicWings' eyes,and she nodded,a smile breaking across her face.

"You will pay toady...you will all pay..

[[Z] U N E]

[Just bretend Zune was accepted...]
The black tom sat by Bane,before he got up at least. He walked aways from Bane though,fearing his claws that might hit him.
He felt the presense of Ebony and couldn't help but think to her.
"Are you doing ok? I wonder if you can kill cats..."

"I'm fine" She hissed back. Her long claws set deep in the ground,kneading the wet dirt below. "I'm going to tear any Risingclan cat to peices,I'm not leaving." She cursed to the devil,a strange form of prayer. She lept to stand by bane, her long fur waving.
"All Cats that aren't my allie,shall die!" She yowled, but her voice wasn'tloud to normal cats,only Zune could really hear her,but some cats could...
Zune glowered at the demon that stood next to him.
He trotted more towards the front,by Pripyat.
"Hey Prip,do you think Method can kill cats,living ones?I think Ebony can." He asked Pripyat,using the nickname he had heard,also bringing up Method,the cat another cat told him about.

[Onyxdart]

Yellowflower padded along with her clan, appearing blissfully unaware of the gravity of the situation.

"That's a pretty bird," she commented when Brightgate left, watching him spiral up and up and away. She craned her neck until she couldn't anymore, and then settled her weight back on all four feet, rather than her back two.

"Looks like we have a fight on our paws," she added. Apparently she was aware of the situation, just short of the expected gravity. Her yellow eyes took in everything as sh tilted her head to the side For just a second, she looked a lot more clever and with it than she acted.

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Awww, she reminds me of someone. Haha.

[Soulless]

Following Kestrel, tracking across ground familiar as on could ever know, were her warriors.

Little Undead bounded and laughed, her tinkling sound echoing when while cats readied themselves for combat. Pestilence strode quietly near Deepcreak; even though she was old, she had completely refused to have been left around.

Deadnight came bounding up behind the old cat, swatting at her tail then darting away, running toward the Mistclan cats yelling something about ‘Cucumbers, ahoy~’ then stopping, skidding around and readied to face the Boneclan warriors.

And, trailing behind, came a pretty gray and white apprentice, moving to stand with pride by Kestrel’s free side. Her crystal blue hues lifted, scanning across the evil before them to land on one cat, one cat alone.

Soulless stood bravely, beside those of her clan, watching the she-cat who had bore her into this world, but who had so little to do with her life.

Everything to do with her life.

For you see, little Soulless had made her choice, moons ago, and she had never stepped away from the path she had chosen.

[Kest]

[ a few notes: first, it's unlikely that zune will know about method, since he hasn't been in the clan long enough to see one of prip's little 'episodes'.
and Umber, shall we pretend that kestrel has trained soulless nicely? ^^' ]

Pripyat grinned, showing teeth like razors.
"I am most excited, my apprentice, I assure you," he said, as if she had been doubting him instead of asking him a question.
He ran his tongue across his teeth again, testing the sharp points. His jaws were likely the strongest in the region; he was an abomination who fought with his fangs instead of claws like cats are made to do, and his jaws got plenty of exercise.

This was too much. Fallingsky gritted her teeth as another wave of murderous rage struck her.
"I would say the same to you, my sister!" she screamed at Darkangel, hurling the word 'sister' from her mouth like a curse.
She wanted to break and charge at her sister right now, but a paw on her chest stopped her, just like last time.
Kestrel's back paw; her leader knew well her temper.
Fallingsky turned and vanished from the front, falling back into the crowd.
Anger is the other side's problem, she tried to reminder herself, struggling for control.
But her anger did not fade.

Kestrel turned her head to Chasm without moving her eyes. In the barest whisper she said, "We advance only when BoneClan does. We will force them to make the first move; their anger will betray them."
She felt the arrival of Soulless and lowered her head to her apprentice's.
"There are not words in the world to express how proud of you I am," she murmured. "Your kin will seek to draw you to them, but I trust you, my apprentice, I trust you. You will fight well and on the right side, because you know what justice and goodness is." Kestrel paused for a moment, then continued, "...I could not be prouder of you than if you were my own daughter."

Brightgate returned. He fluttered to Kestrel's shoulder and she turned her head and spoke to him in a whisper.
Then he swooped over the battle lines to Lillystar to deliver the message.
Without introduction, he did. "Kestrel says, "We wait until BoneClan charges. They are angry. They have a vendetta to fill. When they do, RisingClan will meet them on the hillside and drive them back; RisingClan is experienced at fighting on hillsides and uneven land. When BoneClan has fallen back to even ground, I will signal, and Lillystar's warriors will kindly attack--from the sides and from behind. We will crush the BoneClan cats between us if we can. And if the other Clans arrive in time, we will box the BoneClan cats in.""

[Bristle + War]

"So excited!"

Panic glanced around at Scythepaw. His silver eyes were wide with anticipation, and he gave a frightening grin to his best friend's apprentice. He jumped as a scream hit his ears - Fallingsky. Darkangel's sister. The BoneClan Princess gave a snort and glanced back around at her warriors coolly. It was obvious she wasn't afraid of her sister. Panic admired the Heiress; she was so confident. But then, he was too, wasn't he?

He looked from Scythepaw on one side to Pripyat on the other. He had great friends in BoneClan, better than the weak Kitty, or Kat, or whatever her name was. Panic glanced around for Barbwire, Zinstorm, and Cinderstorm. More of his friends. He loved being in BoneClan, Panic just adored all of the assassins and cannibals.

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The black tom let out a long, low hiss. What was I thinking, leaving Bluerage back home? he scolded himself. What if the camp is attacked? You're the biggest mouse-brained fool in the valley, Crisp! His tail lashed at the ground. Why did you leave her back there, alone? She's damn pregnant, she can't defend herself as well as usual! He whipped the ground again. Crisp smiled gratefully at Deepcreek, thankful for her comforting words. But still he couldn't get his mate out of his mind.

"I'm the most stupid cat in the world!"

He suddenly hissed to the she-cat beside him. He glanced at Deepcreek again, and remembered how when he had first come to RisingClan, he had flirted with her and every other she-cat under Kestrel's rule. Except of course apprentices and kits, and she-cats with mates because that would be rude. He let out another hiss. Idiot, idiot, idiot, idiot! As soon as they got over the hill, he was going back to the camp.

Just to check on her. Again his gaze flicked to Deepcreek.

"If you were a tom would you leave your pregnant back at camp when there's a war going on and she was so close to having her kits and the camp could be broken into at any time and I'm such an idiot!"

He finished with a thrash at the ground with his tail. What if Bluerage had her kits, while the medicine cat was here? But he hadn't seen Juniper in a while, but Undead - the medicine cat apprentice of RisingClan - was here. He sighed and shut his eyes tight. Stop thinking about her, she'll be fine until you get back! he growled to himself.

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Bringer of Night looked around as Sharpfang padded up beside the leader. There he is, she stated sarcastically in her mind. Why didn't we wait for him in the first place? She brought her head back around to glare at the RisingClanners and the MistClanners. Weeeak. This war would be won by BoneClan and DuskClan, when they arrived. Perhaps they would join together, truly? Perhaps Bane would overrule Bloodstar and the rest of the original Clan.

"Young Panic; dearest Scythepaw."

Her cool mew sounded from behind the young cats. Panic whipped his head around, surprised that he was being spoken to by such an elite BoneClan warrioress.

"Don't get 'psyched out'. Don't bite off more fresh-kill than you can chew."

Panic nodded and nudged Scythepaw with a grin on his face, muttering, "We could fight some bigger cats together!" She could see the spark in his silver eyes, and remembered how excited she had been in her first fight.