He Who Laughs Last__x

[Duo]

OOC:Creating a seperate thread... You'll see it.

[Lucky]

Giddyheart streaked into battle, yowing cries of vengance for his father, and the death of Bane. He looked around for Ripplemist one last time. No where in sight. Who cares? the tom growled in his mind, I've got a job to do! He looked the crowd of fighting cats for any BoneClan victim he could kill. The thought of it all. It made him as blood hungry as Bane! He shook his head to clear his mind. No! I'm not like him! Just then, a streak of gray fur flew past him and skidded to a halt.

Silverwhisker stopped suddenly. His head was whizzing with thoughts. He had missed his childrens' births, and now he had suddenly been thrown into a battle without warning. Where was he going anyway? He turned to see a tan tom, angrily padding towards him. He'll probably think i'm BoneClan because of my tangles whiskers and the dirt I got in my fur running here! the gray Warrior thought, scared.

Where are you headed in such a hurry? the tan Warrior asked angrily. He unsheathed his claws and sharpened them on the hard ground, walking towards Silverwhisker.

H-hey! Silverwhisker shouted, twitching and studdering. I-Ima-I'm on your side! He unsheathed his claws, letting Giddyheart know he'd fight if he had to.

You sure? Giddyheart asked, not convinced. You're soft spoken and smell like StoneClan, but you sure look like BoneClan to me.

The-the tangled whiskers are natural, Silverwhisker answered, twitching at Giddyheart's comment, The dirt come from running, it happens ya know? He stood up and narrowed his eyes. If I smell like StoneClan, I am! You can trust the smells!

Giddyheart was amazed at Silverwhisker's sudden burst of guts. Ok then, he said smartly, Let's find a worthy opponent together.

Silverwhisker nodded, and both of them streaked into battle together, looking for someone to fight.

Bete sat in the middle of all the clashing, watching... waiting. Many cats streaked by. Most smellled like allies. A few smelled like enemies, but they were already fighting, and the siamese didn't want to double team them. She swivled her large ears back-and-forth, listening. Who can I fight? she wondered, I feel so useless.

[Zeporah]

OOC: FEATHERSTAR! If you still have Bringer of Night. Zeporah challenges her.

[Bloodstar]

[ i gottsa nightie. shall you create the thread? xD ]

And then there was that one, pounding pawstep.
Yes ladies, Bloodstar has arrived. Please hold your applause till after he kills some useless kitty.
Now where had he been? Clan business of course. He smirked. Sure, he was a ladies' man, but that didn't mean he didn't care about DuskClan, now did it?
Or BoneClan, for that matter. He wasn't about to let his allies lose this fight.

"DuskClan!" he screamed, and yet it wasn't a scream. It was like the softest whisper that just happened to seem to echo across the battlefield.
"My cats, my comrades, you will win this fight! You will kill every cat you fight and you will win this for Bane and BoneClan, for DuskClan...for me!" He paused, grinning. "And now, let all that bloody hell out, boys n' girls." This gave him a burst of energy. Slash, rip, purr -- he loved the thrill of battle.

[Lucky]

Ooc: You can reply to my challenge before we make a thread.

Giddheart whipped around and lifted his upper lip into a snarl. DuskClan eh? A great ally of BoneClan! Not for long! He charged toward Bloodstar, but instead of attacking him, he skidded to a stop in front of him.

Silverwhisker stopped when he realized Giddyheart had too. He didn't know the cat's name, but he felt a bond of friendship coming on. He turned around to see who the tan tom had challenged. He twitched with fear when he realized who it was. Tan tom! Wait! The gray tom ran right up behind Giddyheart. You sure you wanna do this tanny? That is the DuskClan Leader.

Of course I'm sure, Giddyheart snarled, I had a dream that must've been sent directly from StarClan, that my father was killed at the joy of Bane. I feel it is my right to avenge him. That means I will kill any BoneClanner, and their allies. Bloodstar is no exception.

Silverwhisker nodded. He understood completely. He unsheathed his claws and hissed at Bloodstar. I'll be here if you need me, son. At least tell me your name. It'll be good to know--

Giddyheart, the tan Warrior interrupted. And your Silverwhisker right? Yeah, I believe you're the one who got into a fight with a siamese at a Gathering. I believe it was Bete. Before Silverwhisker could answer, Giddyheart was leaping into battle.

[Bloodstar]

And then there was a little tan tommy right in front of his face.
"Who are you, runt?" Bloodstar snarled, flicking his claws, in, out, in, out. See, this was where it got annoying -- when little kitties decided to be heroes.
Mmm, sigh.
"You should speak with more respect to me -- I may just spare you your life if you do." His lips drawn back, the DuskClan leader's fur stood on end. He wasn't, of course, not truly mad -- just annoyed.

Bloodstar suddenly turned tail and ran in the opposite direction -- just a tease, just a tease, not really running away, do you know Monsieur Bloodstar at all?

[Lucky]

Giddyheart growled. Where are you off to? Fight me! In an almost evil laugh, he sheathed his claws and ran after Bloodstar. Giddyheart ran fastest with claws sheathed.

When Silverwhisker saw Giddyheart running, he sheathed his stubby claws and ran after him. After a while, he ran out of gas. He sat down to catch his breath. He watched as the young tan tom kept on running. That tom isn't just young, he thought, He is fueled soley by anger, something I don't have much of. Just sorrow, and that really slows you down.

Ooc: you can make the thread.

[Onyxdart]

Andromeda slunk through the battle looking for Medium, avoiding running into anyone who might wish to fight her for whatever reason. She wasn't interested in fighting with anyone, although she supposed if she had to, she would. But she sure wasn't going to start something.

And then she found him, and bounded forward, nearly crashing into him as she shouted his name- she didn't need him to whip around and attack her thinking her to be an enemy.

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Getting bored. Ayup.

[Kest]

Medium shifted from one paw to another, his muddy golden eyes darting. He was alert, but no one had yet made an attack upon him.
He was rather dismayed.

With his flat brown coat and uninteresting features, he was the kind of cat who escaped notice. His sister, with her bright colors, her dazzling markings, and her bubbly personality, was the one who always got the attention. Medium, nondescript and uninteresting, got to be ignored.
He glanced around, thinking that maybe he would instigate a fight on his own, when a familliar voice shouted his name.

Medium turned, moving forward slightly--just as Andromeda crashed into him.
He tumbled off his paws, giving a sharp cry of suprise.
"A-Andromeda!" He struggled to his paws. He was looking at the she-cat with shock, and, when he had time to adjust, with worry. "What are you doing here? I thought...you were supposed to be in camp, right?" Medium meowed, his tail curling around one pack leg anxiously.

Quintessence charged into the battle, his handsome face set. His teal eyes flitted around alertly, awaiting his StealthClan scent to draw attention to him.
The fact that he was patterned with bright calico markings and that he was strikingly good-looking made him even more noticable.
Although not bloodthirsty or charged, he was ready for a fight.[/size][/blockquote][/color]

[Ripplemist]

OoC: HAY GUISE, sorry I haven't been posting. D: Anyone, feel free to respond to Ripple's stare of challenge. oAo and bristulll, can Ripple and Night have a fight sometime during the war? since she's busy with Zeporah and all~


Ripplemist glanced fearfully about her, the yowls and snarls of fighting cats ringing in her ears. She half-expected to feel the claws of an enemy sinking into her fur any moment, and she sub-conciously crouched down, semi-paralyzed by fear. A pair of fighting cats streaking past her snapped her back to reality;
what the hell was she doing?

As a cat nearby ran off yowling, chased by another that almost collided with her, she sprang to her feet and snarled furiously, partially out of anger at the BoneClanners, and partially out of anger at herself, for being useless again. The fact that she had hardly fought in the battle that had taken place many moons ago when she had just been a kit had never left her memory. Neither had the black she-cat that had kidnapped Trillium and... Honeymist, and indirectly contributed to the golden-pelted queen's death.

Ripplemist could feel anger and guilt rising in her;
that the black cat had dared to kidnap the MistClanners;
that she had been so useless back then.

"We'll meet before the battle ends, Night! Just you wait!"

The rage of battle blazed in the silver warrior's eyes as she yowled to the sky, and she glanced around the battlefield, her fearless gaze challenging any cat who passed by.

Yes, that included any psychotic murderers as well.

[Onyxdart]

Andromeda was torn between watching everything else and just kind of staring at Medium.

"Yes, but then you left, and there were other cats there, and..." she paused for a second, still looking pretty freaked out at the whole situation she'd thrown herself into.

"And I was worried, too." she finished, and then headbutted his shoulder before she raised her eyes and was looking around again, just waiting for some unseen threat.

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[Warpath]

Destruction walks in a familiar form...

Chasm stared the strangers down. He was wary of this pack of loners. They bore the scent of no clan and even the cats of a hostile leader could not match the danger of a cat with no allegiance. Cats such as these could cause massacres because they had no reason not to. The burly deputy kept his eyes trained on the silver bengal most of all. He seemed extremely interested in Chasm for some reason that the pitch-colored tom couldn't fathom.

"What business have you with me?" Chasm queried, narrowing his gray pools at the silver bengal's orange ones.

Fate intertwines us like you'd never understand...

Anarchy smirked evilly at Chasm. This cat knew absolutely nothing of him, and that made this encounter absolutely delicious.

"Ignorant fool...you know so little, yet you command so much..." he purred, his voice like toxic honey.

What a pity, you poor stupid kitty...

Siege paced between Anarchy and Hiddenwrath, a fierce grin on his face. He was anxious to start the brawl that Anarchy had promised him. That was the difference between the two toms. Anarchy was a planner, his calculating mind siezed every opportunity and pieced together a strike that would cripple their enemy. Siege simply wanted to get to the striking part.

I'll give them the ninth level of hell...

A ways off from the scene of this confrontation, Scythepaw trudged angrily around the battlefield. Cats were dying left and right, on her side and not, but no one had come to challenge her. Was she scaring them away or were they ignoring her? She didn't know, but it was pissing her off. Flexing her claws against the sodden ground, she searched the moor for Panic. The little black tomcat was the only one aside from Pripyat whom she offered her time. It seemed he was off getting some action for himself and she wanted to share the carnage. How could a war make one so bored...?

[Hiddenwrath]

Hiddenwrath watched everything.

She had never regretted following Anarchy that day, so long ago. And she still hadn’t now. But even she, behind her love for the calculating tom, did not know what he was planning. This other, Chasm, was his intending target. She didn’t know why.

But Chasm was Kestrel’s deputy.

And a part of her would always have a sort of loyalty to Kestrel and Risingclan.

This may not be a fight that she could force herself to enter. But on the other paw, Anarchy was there. But so was Siege.

Now, this Siege she still was uncertain about. Hiddenwrath didn’t trust him, not yet, although he had never place a paw wrong toward her or her mate. Still, she was all one for one proving him or herself.

Now was that time, she guessed.

Three-on-one odds didn’t look good for the deputy at the moment – but the she-cat remained silent until she felt her own words were needed.

[Warpath]

The shadows are growing

Chasm watched the rogues with growing unease. The silver bengal was staring him down with eyes as bright as fire. There was a distinctly calculating look on his face and the burly deputy was bracing for an attack before there was even the suggestion of one.

Brother where are thou senses...?

Demon orbs burned into his enemy's pitch-black pelt. The evil tom's maw turned upwards in an even more sadistic sneer. Chasm knew so very little of everything, it was almost laughable.

"Foolish tom, do you still not know why I am here?" Anarchy spat. Chasm only glared at him. "Ignorant...always ignorant." "Well then allow me to explain..." Anarchy's manner slid right from antagonized to soothingly malicious. "Several moons ago, a young purebred she-cat was taken advantage of and begot with kits from a wandering male rogue, but when her twolegs found out they were not pleased." "They drowned all, but one, that one being me." "My mother left me at a tender young age and I was forced to fend for myself...which as you can see has turned me into the prime specimen I am today, then I found and killed my bastard of a father." "Now you may wonder what the hell this has to do with you...well listen closely my dear Chasm, we share something very close, you and I." "That same she-cat also gave birth to you..." Chasm's jaw sagged a bit. "Yes deputy, we are kin, half brothers in fact!" "I may never know just how you came to be where you were with the twolegs, but I do know enough to confirm that we are brothers by blood!" "Do you not see the similarities?" Anarchy gestured at the symbiotic colors of their pelts, but his true intent went much deeper. The sturdy deputy looked as though he was about to keel over. "Siege...now!"

It's time to kill, my biggest thrill!

Finally! Siege exploded forward, like a horse from the starting gate and plowed into Chasm with enough force to bowl him over. Chasm yowled in shock and flew backwards, tails over ears. The fiesty rogue didn't give him time to recover, launching another explosive attack, with the force of a well-aimed bullet. Like a demon out of hell, Siege spun and leapt, striking Chasm from every available angle. Deepest black and sage-red collided as the two brawled ferociously, Anarchy looking on approvingly.

[Shadow Spirit]

OOC: Hey admin peeps. Yeah I mean you Cinder, Bristle, Baney...all o' yous!! XD Anyway, I really want this battle to still happen because its a huge turning point in Chasm's life and the plot I have worked out for my rogue characters (Siege and Scythepaw included) but I know the war is officially over. So...is it ok for me to continue this outside of the war and just make it a fight in rogue meadow? Sorry to bother you guys, but I have a lot of catching up to do.