He Who Laughs Last__x

[Onyxdart]

I was nice once.

USE your SPACEBAR, please! Not just after one comma, after all of them. And periods. And everywhere else they should be.

Thanks.

[Doubleheart]

Guys, you're spamming. Honestly it drives me round the bend when everyone repeats each other in OOC, in an IC topic. It doesn't take fifty people to make a point, you know? She's got a problem with the spacebar, she might not have read your message, deal with it, or don't read those posts if it's too hard for you. Simple (: There is a perfectly good personal messaging system that proboards has included for a very good reason. (Y)

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DOUBLEHEART--
and when we go, don't
blame us, we let the fire
just claim us.


It did not seem like reality.

From the outside, Doubleheart was calm, collected, expressionless. He was a vision of simple perfection, poised and yet, so prepared-- a gentleman, in wait, for an end or a cause that would surely come. He did not look like the sort of tom cat to be running into battle, as he stood there, motionless and observant.

Truthfully, Double had been waiting for this moment for a very long time. He'd slipped into the ranks at the last minute, vowing allegiance to MistClan no matter where it's trail might lead, becoming a vital part of their Warrior party. Now he stood silently beside Battledream, dwarfed in comparison to her, but not to be under estimated or ignored.

The gleam in his mis-matched eyes said as much.

True to the likeness of his Clan and Clan mates, Doubleheart remained silent and watchful. His eyes, which made him so very famous, dodged over the gathering as it slowly formulated before him, watching as each of the clans slowly grew in number. He heard the message from Kestrel, and watched the warriors as they stiffened in resolve, knowing that the time was near. He was aware that this would be his day to shine-- to finally show his Clan, all the Clans, what he had been raised for-- battle. There was nothing more for which he had been bred, for which he was destined.

And it was almost sad. Double had nothing to lose, and as such, was ready to dive into battle with honour and courage unrivalled by those who had twisted relationships with others. With no strings attached, barely any familiar faces, and no ties to his life, Doubleheart was ready to die.

To die-- and be remebered.

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[Loveless]

Quick paws carried the large black and white tom behind his leader, her mate, and her deputy. Loveless wasn’t smiling and laughing now, he carried himself like a true warrior of Stoneclan should.

For you see, Loveless had someone dear to him, that he would die to protect.

They had reached the field of battle, and his large yellow eyes swept the clans around them.

So many…

Near the back of the group, silent Chainless padded forward. It had not been long ago when her brother had found her, sleeping wearily at the edge of Stoneclan lands, but she hadn’t said anything about her disappearance. She relaxed away, keeping to the back, but her pure white coat rippled delicately with intensity.

She was ready to fight.

[.::Umberwings]

As if she heard Ripplemist’s thoughts, Umberwings turned her brilliant hues towards one of the closest friends she had and purred softly, trying to comfort her.

“It’ll be okay, Ripplemist. Trust me. Everything will be alright in the end.”

And she knew that, with all her heart.

The feel of eyes on Battledream carried her attention away from the confrontation between the Risingclan and Boneclan leaders, over to Stoneclan’s forces. There she immediately located her once-second and dear friend, Warfox. The mammoth she-cat inclined her head in a slow nod, a look of encouragement.

They would win. There was no doubt.

Then, Battledream’s attention wavered, going to Doubleheart as he came to stand beside her. He was a noble warrior, and she was proud to have a cat like him fighting by her side. Perhaps if there had been more such felines in her previous clan, they would have won the previous war she had been in.

But then, she never would have found Mistclan. Met Lillystar. Or Bristleclaw, or Doubleheart, or any and every cat that meant something to her.

“I told you before Doubleheart, that I had faith in you. That doesn’t change now.”

[ooc – Pfft, told you my RP’ing was suffering Kinkin~]

[Bane]

Boom.

"Good evening, Bane,"

Ha! Bane gave a handsome smile of amusement, and nodded his head in simple greeting and approval.

It was almost as if they were not enemies, but old partners. She spoke so calm, and he made no effort to look like the enemy. He had no need. Everyone knew who he was. Cats he had never met muttered his name like a curse. They knew him as the enemy - he had no reason to reinforce it. He did not want to. For in this little fairy tale, he saw himself as the victim.

The victim of unfair assumptions. His clan was unique, that much was fair enough. He held home to the cats who were shunned from elsewhere - the mad, the weird, the mentally ill, and of course the cannibals. Of course not all were thus; many were simply cats who had been deemed as "evil" because of their strength and sometimes obscene ways. His clan was not "evil". They were just a little on the weird side.

And he, just the one who led these cats.

In his time in this place, had he once killed a cat without reason? No. Had he ever taken or killed from RisingClan or the other clans? No. He had raped; sure. But he thought that by doing so he had made the clans a little bit better. He had given them two worthwhile fighters, whilst he gained a beautifully skilled heiress. Could any of the clans say that they wished Fallingsky or Sunsetfire were not with them? From what he ahd heard, his son had started his own clan - true, it was against BoneClan, but still. It proved that his blood was good and strong - and where had that blood come from? His mother had been weak - he gained his blood from Baney himself.

Bane had done nothing completely cruel, evil, or malicious since he had turned up here, and look how he was treated.

Can I get an awwww please?

Thankyou.

Bane is a good little kitty cat really.

"I do not deny your skill as a leader, Kestrel. You are strong - had you not taken such a dislike to myself, I would deem you worthy of my respect."

Yeah, that's right. Make her realise how much she was throwing away.

"Realise that you have brought this on yourself - I had not laid a paw on your clan since Bone and Rising were formed. Was that not the deal? A deal that you broke. And in response to that break of the treaty, I strike back - and a hundred times harder. That little kitten will cost you a hell of a lot more than it was worth."

Boom!

"I will spare you this battle. If you are prepared to strike a new deal with myself. You will give the stolen kit back to us. You shall give up some of your territory to us. You will no longer associate yourself with the clans of StarClan. We are rogue clans, Kestrel - we do not believe in fairy tales about StarClan. Atleast that is what I was brought to assume. You and I, we would make a worthy alliance."

That's right. Make her see what she would be giving up by fighting for such a pathetic cause. She could join forces with BoneClan - they would be a perfect team. What reason did she have to deny that offer? Pure arrogance?

Waiting was a beautiful game. The dark tom waited patiently for a response. Should she deny, he would not spare her clan. He cared little about the other clans - it would be good if they were defeated also, but his main aim was to rid the rogue meadow of RisingClan. He had never liked the idea of sharing the territory, yet he was unable to deny the chance to start a clan, no matter what he had to give up for it. And now RisingClan had totally screwed him over, that just made him angry.

But no worries. His beautifully insane little crew could finish this up no problem.

He had no doubts about that.[/size]

[Kest]

"Even though my dislike I respect you, Bane," Kestrel meowed smoothly. "To do anything else would be a folly; I admit you are a dangerous cat to underestimate."

As the BoneClan leader spoke on, Kestrel nearly snorted in haughty laughter and disbelief-- did he really think himself innocent?
He struggled to pin this on Kestrel, but she was blameless. She fought on the side of justice.

Her sharp, intelligent eyes appraised Bane coldly. "I object to the principle of BoneClan-- you harbor thieves and murderers. Once, I hoped your Clan would not be as dark as it seemed it would be; I hoped I was wrong about you. But it became clear very early on that you were just as I expected you to be."

She scanned the terrain almost without realizing it. Only StealthClan was missing now....and BoneClan was still standing alone, it seemed.
Then something Bane said sparked the RisingClan leader's fury.
"Spare us? Spare us?" Kestrel hissed, rising to her paws. Her tail lashed behind her and her mismatched eyes grow narrow.
"We are not cowering kittypets to be commanded by the likes of you!" she spat from behind gritted teeth. "You speak as though you are sure of your victory, but I assure you, the strength of my alliance will crush you down ten times over. Your confidence betrays your overwhelming arrogance, Bane!"

Her claws slid out, gripping at the soil as though it were Bane's own flesh. With difficulty, Kestrel relaxed and let her claws in, wishing to keep them sharp.
For a moment, she had seemed on the brink of diving for Bane's throat, but she honored their momentary treaty and held fast.

Now she spoke again, her voice fast and low and harried, showing the rage she kept tightly controlled. "Your Clan cannot be trusted. You know your track record. I don't agree with your methods, Bane, and I would die before I see my Clan standing beside yours."

Boom indeed.

And...amazing, were they still after the kit?
Kestrel sat once more, a sort of forced calm descending on her face.
"The stolen kit?" she said softly. "She is no kit. She has not been a kit for some time now."

Kestrel turned to her Clan, her mismatched eyes flitting from face to face, seeking the blue eyes of her apprentice.
"Soulless?" she called, her gaze falling on the young she-cat. "Come here, my brave apprentice. You are old enough and smart enough to make your own decisions, and I trust you with that power."

She made a gesture with her tail, intending for Soulless to sit beside her and adress Bane herself.

You are strong, she thought with pride. I love you as if you were my own kit. Come and face your enemy now.

[Soulless]

All along, Soulless had followed the conversation with keen ears, the gray and white apprentice silent even as she heard the two great leaders speak.

And then, a voice. Kestrel’s voice.

Calling for her.

A bit out of place, called forth with so many felines around, Soulless padded forward into the no-man’s land, standing bravely beside her mentor and the feline who she loved as her mother. Across the lines, in Bane’s forces, she could see her real mother hiss and pace, kept back only by her leader’s orders.

Those pure hues glanced upward, a trusting glance towards Kestrel, before the young she-cat stepped forward, from the Risingclan leader’s side to in front of her, facing Bane alone.

There was little doubt that now, more then anytime ever before, the young cat was Heartless’s daughter. Her gaze was level, unfearing, as she met Bane for the first time.

“I’ve made my choice.”

Her voice was strong and clear, ringing out across the silence that had fallen across the battlefield.

“Risingclan is my home and my clan. That will never change.”

[Battlecry]

<sub>Featuring
Goldenblaze
Barbwire
Sharpfang

Thump.. thump... Silence. Goldenblaze, though her eyes did not meet her true father, he was hissing, fidgeting, pacing, spitting, in hatred now. Now, with such betrayal from his own bloodlines, he wanted her dead. He wanted her left for his dear mate to feast upon, to watch as the blood flew like birds into the sky. However, a single swift movement, and a copper and white she-cat had broken her ranks and walked across the barren waste to stand at her leaders side, unasked, undaunted. Barbwire, git back 'ere! Hissed the Deputy from the ranks, not daring to break the rules as she did. Barbwire sat calmly at Bane's side, just as business-like and matter of factly as the two leaders themselves. She looked the few tail lengths between her and her sister, tail flicking.

Your choice may cost you your life, Soulless. I expected better of you than the life of a Risingclan cat, as my kin. I didn't wish this upon you, and I look forward to meeting you in battle, sister. So calm and collected was she, matching her smaller sister in calm defiance. She was bigger, more muscular, and more haggard looking than her sister, but the fire in her eye, the cannibal, burned in her slitted iris, just like her mother, their TRUE mother, behind her. She glanced up at the silver and white she-cat before Bane, a crooked and rather smug smile playing her features.

Your mistake may cost the life of your precious apprentice, may cost you the life of your so-called clan, though we have done nothing to you. Whether it be Boneclan or Risingclan that fall, we will take many lives of you and your allies with us. I wish you a good battle, Kestrel. She said almost cheerfully to the grey and white she-cat. All cheerfullness had fallen as she looked once more upon Soulless. She did wish Soulless a good battle, and she had wished that it hadn't come to this. But Barbwire was a fully trained assassin, the true molding of one who did not hesitate before a stike. Should death come to her, so be it.</sub>

[Bristle + War]

Darkangel hissed. Soulless ... a RisingClanner? The BoneClan Princess cast a glance to Heartless, the little traitor's mother. The cannibal would not be happy, now would she? Her emerald eyes flicked to Soulless' father, Goldenblaze. The former TreeClanner wouldn't be too pleased, either. Darkangel's claws flicked in and out of their sheathes, scoring the ground in her frustration. How could the daughter of two of BoneClan's greatest warriors be such a ... wimp? She dared not voice her opinions out loud, for the feeling of Goldenblaze's claws down her belly and Heartless' teeth tearing apart her flesh.

"That's not possible."

Her hiss was only just loud enough for the cats around her to hear.

"That's not possible!"

Darkangel's eyes were narrowed as she yowled across the battlefield to the gray and white ... kit. She leaped forward to stand beside her father, squeezing between Bane and Sharpfang. Her shriek was followed by a low hiss from Panic. He limped forward to halt behind Darkangel. He let out another hiss.

"That isn't true, Soulless."

He growled loudly, but not loud enough to be heard across the field. It was as if he was trying to pursuade her to come back to 'the dark side' silently. But Panic was just little, though stronger than he had been before he had come to BoneClan. His broken leg hung limply from his hip, and he knew it would slow him down, but he was quick enough so that it wouldn't affect him much.

Darkangel let out a hiss of surprise as Panic spoke and glanced around with wide eyes to look at him. She hadn't expected him to say anything to anyone but Scythepaw. But he had spoken and that was that, she thought, and Darkangel brought her head back around to glare at the RisingClanners. She took almost no notice of the other Clans: TreeClan and MistClan. Psssh. They didn't matter, they were StarClan's Clans. StarClan? A kit's tale. But not a BoneClan kit's.

Darkangel let out another hiss as Barbwire burst out beside her. Panic's silver eyes widened with both admiration and fear for the copper and white apprentice. Wow! he thought, while Darkangel narrowed her eyes coolly. She had spirit, she had spunk. And Darkangel liked Barbwire.

[Warpath]

Flowers do not grow when watered with blood...

The presence of so many of her clanmates beside her gave Lillystar an overwhelming sense of pride. She had led and raised these cats and they had rewarded her by blossoming into the fine warriors they were today. Their determination and loyalty was flattering, to say the least. Would she ever be able to put into words how grateful she was to them?

Not that it mattered right now. There was a war to be fought. As soon as DuskClan arrived, hell would be unleashed.

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Turn all the pretty flowers the color of death...

Scythepaw gave her friends a nasty grin. She liked hearing the confidence, damn near arrogance in their voices. It would be an honor to fight beside them, especially if she got to see them kill...


A massive force behind a passive face...
Chasm watched Kestrel's every step with wary eyes. He didn't like at all her being that close to the monster cat, Bane. Whatever his feelings, he was her deputy and he had to follow her orders. So he remained calm, massive black paws planted firm.

Dragon blood's doesn't mean much in this place...

Dragonpelt followed his mate to battle. He had always and would always do this, until the day he died.[/center][/size]

[Onyxdart]

Pinedark shadowed Loveless. Actually, she walked right next to him, taking one and a half of her smaller strides for every one of his, and keeping up anyway. When they stopped, she sat down and leaned against his shoulder for a moment just for comfort before she sat upright and looked further than her clan, to the crowd of cats gathering. She glanced back over her shoulder and saw Chainless, easy enough to spot since she was white as snow. She smiled uncertainly back at the medicine cat.

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[[Z] U N E]

{No special colors this time. I'm getting peeved.... I tried to post back FIVE BLOODY TIMES!}

Zune stared back at the she-cat.
"Only to hell,my sister? No,no,To hell and back." He said,his voice strung on pure madness. He get out a loud laugh,before grinning evilly.
"To hell and back." He nodded to the she-cat,before walking,no,strutting over to Bane and Kestrel. He nodded to his leader,before staring at Kestrel.
He had heard of the Risingclan leader,but this was his first look at the real deal. The real thing was standing near him!
Soulless. Her voice sounded harsh on his very soul. He let out a erie caterwaul.
"Soulless! Born a Boneclanner,Becoming a Risingclan warrior!" He let out an airy laugh through his nose. But his laugh cut off like the humor his has felt.
"Soulless,now that you say you are Risingclan,you are Risingclan. That gives,all Boneclan,the permission,no the privilege,to tear you to shreds." His voice was strung on madness again. Poor Soulless,to die an unwanting death today. "But,then again.You are old enough to choose your clan. Enjoy dieing!" He wagged his tail like a wave and walked off,dancing was in his step.

"So Cruel,Little Zune."Ebony's voice was posioned by pure evil,she is a real demon,so why not. Her black form encircled the tom,before he went prancing away.
"Maddness my dear Zune,Madness will drive you down." She smiled her wide grin,scary indeed it was,all her razor-sharp teeth,that one prick could rip off flesh. She licked the front.
"If was a real cat,you'd be dead." She whispered into Soulless's ear. She grin her evil smile,and her mouth set back into the attack mode. Her huge canines went over the lower jaw,and she was ready.
She walked by Bane,brushing her tail over his ears.
"Ready to fight Bane,Ready to win?" She asked the tom. Even though her voice as loud now,not all cats could hear her loud. Bane should have his own demon,and he can half see her. Soulless is good,mostly,and she cant see Ebony,but can feel her,and smell her rancid breath.

[Kest]

satan, satan, lend me a dollar.

Pripyat shook his head. "A tragedy," he said with a grin that would make a shark proud.
Impatience surged through him, and he curled his tail around one leg to stop it from thrashing. He bit his lip pensively, drawing a bead of red blood.

The black tom danced sideways several steps, his head up and curious, his ears angled forward. "Get on with it!" he hissed excitedly, to no one. "She's made her choice, right, let's get to the killing."

As if suddenly remembering her, Pripyat glanced to Spiderlilly. She was a few tail-lengths away, on her own!
Pripyat floated darkly to her side once more, licking the beads of blood from his chin. His own blood was a poor substitute for an enemy's...

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Fallingsky watched Soulless curiously, her eyes bright with pride and happiness. This was a symbol of what they were fighting for--a cat who has chosen right, and revolted from BoneClan's ways.
The white and gold she-cat cast Darkangel a mocking sneer. If she was all sweetness and kindness to her Clanmates, she was all hate and venom to her dear sister.[/blockquote][/size]

[Bane]

ooc| can I request that any active DuskClanners enter the fray despite Bloodstar being inactive? I think it's unfair that one person not being on means that the rest can't join in, plus it's currently insane the advantage RisingClan. (note to admins: after the battle can we please sort out the situation with DuskClan? can't have it being inactive for much longer.)


"Even though my dislike I respect you, Bane. To do anything else would be a folly; I admit you are a dangerous cat to underestimate."

His expression remained still. The compliment wasn't necessary.

"I object to the principle of BoneClan-- you harbor thieves and murderers. Once, I hoped your Clan would not be as dark as it seemed it would be; I hoped I was wrong about you. But it became clear very early on that you were just as I expected you to be."

"I harbour those who have been shunned elsewhere; give them a place to belong. Murderer or thief is not what's important; these cats hold the same morals in life as you. You call us evil - teach a black kitten that it is white, it will assume it is true; perhaps you have helped make us who we are today. Thus, you will be the reason for your own demise."

And then she broke. Like a toy that's been played with too roughly. Still, he stayed calm, stationary; his eyes bore into her as she spat at him.

"You speak as though you are sure of your victory, but I assure you, the strength of my alliance will crush you down ten times over. Your confidence betrays your overwhelming arrogance, Bane!"

Insults, insults, insults. Bane had heard every one; this outburst only amused him. A leader should be able to keep their calm at any time, no matter what sort of pressure was put on them. He had found her weakness; insulting her clan's strength. It was understandable, yet foolish.

"Your Clan cannot be trusted. You know your track record. I don't agree with your methods, Bane, and I would die before I see my Clan standing beside yours."

The cruel irony that twisted her words made a similarly cruel smile seeth across his skin. Trust was something she was unable to comment on. BoneClan had been trustworthy, BoneClan had kept their promise to RisingClan solid as stone. He should be spitting at her, say she was the one not to be trusted. She had broken their pact, and in doing so made an enemy of the wrong cat.

The apprentice came. Soulless. Bane turned his gaze to her only once, before returning it to Kestrel. Heartless's daughter was none of his business. She would have been a good BoneClanner, yet unfortunately it wasn't to be. She was the reason for this all; not her as a cat, but the implications behind her. She had been what had broken the pact. She had begun all the vile things RisingClan had since been up to; meeting with the other clans as though they were one of them. His gaze sickened; a low growl began to grow uncontrollable.

He needn't speak. Dear Barbwire spoke for him. For his clan.

She would be great one day.

Bane knew how to time his speeches correctly. He let all that had been said sink in; count to five. Then he stood, and lifted his head high. His cool gaze met Kestrels one last time. The last time he would see her as an equal.

"Then we fight."

A shiver ran through his fur, causing it to raise. His heart beat furiously; the demise of something was on the horizon, and the adrenalin made him feel alive.

"RisingClan no longer belongs on the Rogue Meadow - you have shamed the name of rogues all over! Find shelter elsewhere; for to live where you currently are is to be associated with myself. Something neither of us wish."

He turned viciously swift, a flick of his tail signalling for the others who had stepped out of line to follow him back to where the rest of his clan still stood. As he walked, his mind raced. Now he was no longer facing Kestrel, he had no need to keep a calm interior in fear of it showing on the exterior. Fear shoed in his eyes, yet he still kept his cool.

It was no use hiding the facts; they were majorly outnumbered, and Bane doubted DuskClan would turn up. He did not doubt his clans skill; but worried that they might die for the sake of the clan, for the sake of him and his ambitions. His clan may have this "evil" appearance, yet Bane was not cruelly heartless. Every warrior, every trained assassin that stood beside him now meant everything to him, and he could not bear to see any of them die. As he returned to where the rest of them were positioned, he sat within them - not ahead of them, not above them. Imbetween them, like an equal. He was an equal. They were his family, his friends. His eyes remained emotionless, yet his voice trembled slightly as he spoke. He stared ahead of him, then closed his eyes - for tears had begun to form, and he could not bear to lose face now.

"Don't any of you dare die."

He tried to keep it strong, yet failed dismally. He trembled; then hissed so violently. At himself, at the sky; at Kestrel. He'd kept it from overflowing; now he took on his role as a leader, and gave out the instructions.

"If you feel your life slipping, you are to run like dogs are lapping at your heels. You run through the Meadow, out into the unknown. Stay; rest, heal. Eventually others who have survived will find eachother, and reform. BoneClan cannot be destroyed. Soulless is now to be killed for treason. You will be expected to take on more than one cat at a time; I have had you all trained to be able to do so, and expect nothing less from you all. Panic, don't get yourself into a corner; keep near others. I don't doubt your skill, but one of those brainless fools will think of taking advantage of your injury. Razorblade will be fighting also, yet will be constantly alert for anyone who needs healing. Some, attempt to penetrate their wall; get through, and try and find their camp. Screw it up as much as you can. Focus mainly on RisingClan; kill any others only if they attempt to kill you."

There was nothing else he could say to prolong the tension. He was excited, yet similarly nervous as a kitten set in front of one of the twolegs vile monsters. He could not keep the agony of constant worrying if anyone is injured, deformed, or even dead. He leapt back up onto his rock, not out of superiority but because he wanted to watch his clan first. Many of the enemy would no doubt go for him, and for now he wanted to keep his energy saved for who really mattered; Kestrel.

Time to let go; time to let his clan run f**king riot.

"Go."[/size]

[Bristle + War]

[bane, do you think you'd want hawkclaw to be leader, or you want another cat to come in?? i would be willing to make a cat for duskclan leader.]

Aaaah. The sound of Bane's voice, however intimidating it was, soothed Panic. He subconsiously put a slight amount of pressure on his broken leg, the leg Pripyat had snapped with admirable ease, as he had been doing for weeks prior to this fateful day. The apprentice grinned, with just a touch of Priplike maniacalness. Frightening, really, how much this young cat looked like his older friend now. Perhaps he spent too much time with the wolflike cat. Perhaps he just aspired to be like him too much. Perhaps Panic and Pripyat were just alike.

Now, being mentioned by Bane was an even bigger honour than being in his Clan. Even if it was about an injury, the silver orbs lit up as his name was spoken by the strong BoneClan leader. Panic's head whipped up to look at Bane, and he took the pressure off his leg immediately. Tail flicking, the little black cat nodded enthusiastically.

"Yes, Bane!"

Looking around at Scythepaw, he grinned, and then looked forward to Barbwire. The grin grew.

Now now. Let's not get distracted.

Panic sprang forward, but it was a small leap. Just a bit forward, closer to Barbwire, but still beside Scythepaw. I'm so ready to kill some RisingClanners. This thought echoed in his brain, off one side, bouncing all around. To kill their young, to kill...Soulless. He could take her, she was smaller, weaker most likely, and even with his broken leg he had the upper paw. He would have Barbwire and Scythepaw at his sides...Pripyat observing while fighting another fight...Bane watching, admiring the young cats' skills...But of course this was just a fantasy.

[Bane]

(I'm not sure. I'm kind of hoping Baney doesn't die in this war, in which case I won't want Hawkclaw to be a leader. And even if Baney does go, I'm getting bored of Hawkclaw; I might have him killed off, if anybody wants dibs. So either way, I think I'll let someone else take claim to DuskClan.)[/size]

[Bristle + War]

_{[if no one else minds could i? -looks around at staffies-]}

[autumpool]

Hmmm..... I might want Hawkclaw.... Depends on how many cats you can have on one account...

[Bristle + War]

_{[Bane meant who wants to kill Hawkclaw off. And you can have as many cats as you want on one account, just so you know. And Crisp could maybe kill Hawkclaw, or at least injure him...?]}

[Kest]

[ if at all possible, I'd prefer it if Pripyat was the only one to go charging off to the RisingClan camp for now. If that's not too inconvenient or demanding ^^'
And now, for the first minor gore, i.e. the first Prip-killing xD ]


satan, satan, lend me a dollar.

"Go."

The word had been merely spoken, but Pripyat heard it as a shout that thrilled through his entire body.
"Killing time, lovvy," he growled, a grin growing on his face.

Moving quickly, almost urgently, the black tom whirled and lowered his face to Panic's level. "Give 'em hell, Pan," he said, tapping him encouragingly with his tail. "I've got business to do."
Then he turned to Spiderlilly, and an odd expression crossed his face. He leaned in close, so he could speak to just her.
"As I said, I have business to do," he whispered. "So you're gonna be fighting part of this on your own. I know you can fight like hell. Just don't die." He looked perfectly serious, a rare occurance for him. "I won't go home without you, you hear?"
He nodded as if she had agreed. "Ok," he hissed, and now the grin returned.
Blood-business to do, he thought, running his tongue across his teeth. Still sharp...very good.

Pripyat leaped away, separating himself from the charging BoneClanners.

In the sudden ruch of movement, a nervous little she-cat named Karla broke confusedly away from MistClan. Rather unfortunately for her, she happened to step into Pripyat's path.
Without pausing, Pripyat made his attack and continued on.
There was a flash of teeth and a spray of blood, and Karla was thrown right off her feet--her throat torn open by the BoneClanner's fangs.

Let the war begin.

By the time Karla's dying twitches stopped, Pripyat had accelerated to a full-out run, leaving the battlefield behind.