ACROSS THE STARS / BATTLE THREAD 2

[MARIGOLD!]

She spits that it was their home first. How silly of an idea, that one could claim the earth as their own. Marigold bristles. They're all felines, aren't they? They all breathe the same air and bleed the same crimson ichor. They all have a family to feed. Why couldn't we just share?

His claws sink into her face, but he feels no triumph over drawing blood. Soot's paw connects with his cheek with a painful smack, droplets of blood splattering onto the ground. Marigold yelps, and he falters in his attack to paw at the stinging cuts. His hesitation allows Soot to successfully knock him off of his paws with a forceful collision of their shoulders, and the young tabby collapses with a grunt. He would attempt to scramble to his paws before Soot could pin him, and if successful, he would aim to kick dust into the molly's eye and lunge forwards in an attempt to latch onto one of her forelegs.

[ attacking @SOOTSTRIDE , no worries!! i am too :,) ]​

 

[SOOTSTAR]

Soot was swift, but that was when she didn't have growing kittens inside of her weighing down. Unsuccessfully able to pin Marigold before she could even guess his next move dirt is flung into her emerald eyes. "You little-" A couple of foul insults are hissed and spat as she does her best to blink dirt out of her eyes. As she's blinded the young tom takes advantage and latches onto one of her forelegs, causing even more foul-mouthed words to spill from Soot's maw.

Tears that built up in her eyes began to flood out the dirt from her eyes, at last allowing the queen to mildly recover. Willing to do anything to get the feline off of her she jeers her head down and aims to slam her fangs down onto his ear to pull and tug, she hopes to rip, tear, or cut so that she could blind him in her own way. With the blood that would hopefully pool from his ear he'd have less visibility and would allow Soot to give him a good enough kick in the ass to get him running.

// @MARIGOLD! ​

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[MARIGOLD!]

Dust scatters through the air, followed by a string of curses spat by his opponent as the irritant blinds her temporarily. The distraction gives Marigold enough time to clamp down on the queen's foreleg, and the young tom digs his teeth in deep, trying to ignore the insults flung his way. Please run away! I don't want to hurt you any more.

He's too focused on maintaining his grip on her leg that he doesn't feel the way that she shifts. It's only until the sensitive skin of his ear is pierced that he realizes what Soot was trying to do. Instinctively, Marigold flinches away. There's a sickening rip, and a sticky warmth spreads across his face. There's a yowl of pain that follows, wide golden eyes staring at... his ear.

She's holding his ear.

Marigold's stomach threatens to empty it's contents onto the forest floor. The young tom has to swallow down acidic bile, tears gathering in his eyes from the throbbing. His vision is clouded by red, and Marigold frantically shakes his head, trying to clear his eyes of his own blood. "You're... You're all fox-hearts!" The insult is weak, half-hearted. The cream tabby blindly lashes out with his claws, hoping that would be enough to keep her away until his vision cleared, naively unaware of his vulnerable flanks.

[ @SOOTSTRIDE ]​

 

[VERMILIONSUN]

WATCH THE FLAMES BURN AUBURN ON THE MOUNTAIN SIDE​

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// CW for minor eye gore due to injury.

There was a roughness to his movements as his head shook violently, not intending on sparing the molly beneath him. But as her paw connected with his lower stomach, and claws that belonged to another she-cat swiped at his face; Vermilion let go of the femme in favor of backing away with a hiss of pain. His left eye, dripping blood, pulsated with pain as he tried to blink. The swipe had sliced through his iris, and Vermilion shook his head to relieve himself of the blood dripping into his socket.

"You.. Witch!"

Enflamed by his own anger, the tom aimed to wildly lash out his paws at both mollies blindly, his remaining functional eye still making it hard for him to see things.

// attacking blindly towards @Sandra and @TWILIGHT , half-blind.​

 

[pumpkin]

Claws caught something and there was a rip, the feeling making her sick to her stomach. What did I just do!? She cowers back as she jumps off, hackles raised in both surprise and anger. Was that really her? Had she done that? She watches the blood that had begun to bead drip, drip, drip slowly down the ear. Shes petrified, standing there like a bumbling idiot as the other girl begins to lash out sharply, a verbal assault to her ears. "I- Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry." words spill from her mouth before she realizes what shes saying. I am not sorry. This is deserved! "Have you seen the look of hunger in my clanmates?" she defends herself from looking weak, a flash of anger in her stomach. A hot pang of rage. "Your stupid group is stealing all the prey that we need to feed our younger ones!" she lashes her tail to accentuate her sentence.

Pumpkin opens her mouth once more before claws meet her face and a scream raises through the forest once more as shje stumbles back. The pain was like no other, holy shit it HURT. She feels blood drip from her face and realizes that her left eye was blurry, clouded with blood and red and shes terrified, she could barely see. "My eye!" she panics, a twisting in her stomach. She stumbles a bit as she tries to regain footing but theres puncture in her neck and shes falling to the ground again, landing roughly with a "oof" that snuck out of her mouth. Shes terrified and the pain that rips through her skin felt like fire and in that moment she finds herself wanting nothing but to cry in to Cicadas shoulder and be around Flicker. She cant even look for them but she hears Soots voice as claws dig in deeper. Is this how I go? The pain is unbearable and she feels her body giving out but theres a sudden fire of determination as she attempts to bunch up her hind legs and use all her might to kick this larger female off of her, snapping open her jaw and blindly trying to latch her fangs on to anything. She could not see at this point, the blood kept pouring from the cut that spanned across her eye, she was scared, terrified, fighting for her life. This was no longer a battle between the marsh and the pine, this was a battle to survive. I will not die here!
// @Daisy Flight ​

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[SOOTSTAR]

Before she knows its part of the tom's ear is detached and in her mouth, Soot even finds herself a bit surprised as she quickly spits it out. Disgusting, but it had gotten the job done as she notes the blood running down the tom's face before her. It was the first time she got a moment to examine his facial features in any amount of detail, he was young alright... But the pine group knew what they were getting into, they had been warned countless times this would happen! They had no one to blame for any pain they received today but themselves.

The fight between them was not done until Soot knew she'd driven this cat off for good, and the pitiful insult he hissed at her told her they were not to that stage yet. She's put back into the battle when a couple of erratic scratches are given to her, they're quick to sting, bubble, and pool blood. She doesn't have time to lick her wounds, so she goes to the first open spot she can find- his flanks.

Once more she lunges to the side, aiming a paw and with a great amount of force aiming to bring her claws down upon his skin. If the impact is made it is likely the cuts will be intentionally deep, her goal now is to do as much damage as possible to claim her victory. Successful or not from there she would try to throw her top half over his shoulders and allow her claws to sink into his shoulder blades. Her main goal out of this move, however, came when she tried to bite down on his scruff with the aggression of a rabid dog.

// @MARIGOLD! one more post after this and we can call it good I think if that sounds good to you! in my next post I'll have soot realize how wounded he is and tell him to scram after a few more attempted attacks, but obv whatever he does from there is up to you :(((( ​

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[TWILIGHTFALL]

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╰☆☆ Twilight's released as Sandra's paw connects with the flame point's face. The black and white queen backs away, flanks heaving, licking back the drool that'd leaked from the corners of her mouth. She gave the cinnamon femme a grateful look--without her interference, it's possible Twilight would have died at his paws.

But Sandra's claws had met their mark too well. Their opponent reels backward, hissing in agony as blood weals up around his eye. He curses at Sandra and flails towards both of them without warning, his movements stiff and powerful despite their blindness.

A claw catches Twilight's ear before she can completely evade; she gasps at the feel of the give of the velvety flesh beneath his claws, staggers away as the blood begins to congeal. But she's more stricken with pity at the state of the red-faced tomcat. "Leave, before someone does something worse to you," she says, mouth set grimly. A half-blind cat is hardly an ally for the pine cats, and she knows some of her groupmates would take the opportunity to kill him despite his wounds.

She would attempt to nip Vermilion's heels in an encouragement for him to flee.

[ nipping @VERMILION to get him to flee ]​

—PENNED BY MARQUETTE.​

 

[MARIGOLD!]

Still blinking the blood from his eyes, Marigold doesn't see Soot lunge to the side.

Claws set his flanks ablaze. Blood spurts onto the ground, staining his pale fur with scarlet. Marigold lets out a strangled cry, and he tries to whirl around, but a weight crashes down on his shoulder blades. The young tom crumples to the ground with ease. The stinging of his opponent's claws sinking into his shoulders is barely felt above the nauseating pain from the gouges in his side. He would try to push Soot off to no avail; the queen's weight combined with his ebbing strength makes it seem impossible.

"Get... Get off you-" The weak insult dies on his tongue as his scruff is latched onto. Marigold yelps, his eyes blowing wide. The queen is dangerously close to his throat. She wouldn't kill him, would she? His heart thunders in his ears. He has a family waiting for him. He couldn't die here!

With limbs shaking, Marigold would try to crane his neck to sink his teeth into one of the molly's forepaws. However, with her teeth embedded in his scruff, this proves to be a difficult endeavor.

[ @SOOTSTRIDE that sounds good to me ]​

 

[RUBBLE.]

▨ ( about ) The moment should have lasted longer. His mind's reeling still when his body begins to, shoulder slamming to the ground and breath leaving him in a gust. Rubble wheezes on an inhale, all thoughts of youth and the futility of battle leaving his mind. He slams his paws up towards Squall, a powerful kick meant to knock the younger tom away from him. All of the moons he'd spent surviving leave him with instinct alone as his guide. His claws are unsheathed as he feels the other cat's dig into his fur, tearing at it in rage his battle-bloodied mind cannot entirely comprehend. This had never been a victory for him. This place, these scuffles. Were it up to him, Rubble would have left the marsh before it came to this battle. Given it to those so desperate for a place that they'd starve a colony from their home.

But it's always been survival, and when he's still wheezing for breath, that's all Rubble can remember. They need to survive.

@SQUALL. so sorry i'm late!​

 

[FLINT.]

"SOMETIMES, I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU WANT"​

Flint was near the back of the patrol as they entered the clearing, eyes glinting and snout wrinkled. He was prepared to fight off every last pine cat to the death. His unborn kits deserved a forest untainted by rivalries, and he would see it through.

The chaos ensued almost immediately after Rain's reinforcements arrived. Pelts of different colors and sizes clashed beneath the oak trees, cries and yowls splitting the air. Flint would slash at one cat, nip at another, whirling and clawing and hissing before he noticed Sandra's familiar pelt in the corner of his eye. He looked to her, tail lashing, as she took on a raging tom from the pine group. For a brief second, he almost instinctively went to her aid, but a moment longer of thought and he would think...why? Sandra had discovered his secret. She knew about Soot, that the kits she carried were his. She knew. The act was over. Why stay with her? And if she were to die, here and now...wouldn't that just make things easier? He could focus on Soot. He could focus on his kits.

A step back, then another. He turned his back on his mate as she fought for her life and disappeared into the throng of battle to find a different opponent.

// moving to privates! mentioning @Sandra
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[VERMILIONSUN]

WATCH THE FLAMES BURN AUBURN ON THE MOUNTAIN SIDE​

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There's a pacing in his gait, tail flicking as he watched Twilight with a single, angered hue- he licks his lips, contemplating backing away and running off- and he doesn't, not at first. Instead, there's a twinkle of excitement in his eyes.

"Why don't you turn tail and run back to your kids, yeah?"

He asks with a lashing tail, head shaking to flick away blood that was causing his eye to hurt all that much more.

"I'm not leaving until we have our victory, molly. You have a family to take care of- why put your life on the line, when you need to return home to your children?"

It's a genuine question- there were other people who could fight for her, but he was so naive. So, so naive. He disengaged from the molly, backing away from her. Despite his own anger, this one had children- and it seemed his love for children won out. He knew what it was like to lose a mother in battle. It's life-changing.

// disengaged, interacting with @TWILIGHT . fighting is still permitted. he's dumb enough to keep fighting even with his injury.​

 

[Daisyflight]

"SUREFIRE, YEAH, THE SETTING SUN WANTS COMPANY"​

Iron stained her tongue, her white chin slathered with red. Daisy Flight let the unyielding terrain roll over her joints as she went down with the rust-splashed feline. The snag of bark and pinch of rocks deterred her but she clung on like a burr. When she felt the weight of paws against her stomach she knew what was coming however could nothing to stop it. The marshcat's cries pierced her sensitive ears and in response before she was flung off Daisy Flight spat out a response into their neck. "You would feed your young by ripping apart ours?" Vitriol laced every word, Finch's white-nosed face at the forefront of her mind.

Even though she expected it, the blunt cut of her opponent's claws along her underside wrenched the air from her lungs. In the motion of being thrown off the warrior was struck with a parallel pain, teeth snatching at the delicate flesh at the point where her front leg met her calico frame. A hiss of pain left her as she barrelled through the air. The fresh sting of the injury distracted Daisy Flight and in the haze the land was less than graceful. The moment on the ground allowed for a panicked appraisal of the battleground.

Dismay cracked her heart as she took in the feral skirmishes playing out before her. The harrowing nearby sight of an imposing grey warrior- was it Sootstride?- with her jaws clamped around the bloody remnants of a cream ear drew a whimper. The hot ichor that dripped into her ear own seared like rancid tar. Seeing Marigold so battered and vulnerable washed a torrent of chilling terror and fear that curdled into a keening wail of unshakable rage. The cry burnt through her, legs braced, talons flexing. This fight needed to end, now. So caught up in her quarry the warrior had neglected the turmoil around her. Venomous green eyes resettled on the opponent before her, churning with fury.

Spasms lanced up and down her injured foreleg as she tested her weight. It was a setback, but Daisy Flight was determined to finish what the ginger marshcat had started. They needed to go down and out so she could back up her groupmates. Similar to her first assault, the molly shot forward towards the same patch of scruff. That path favoured her uninjured side and she used it to gain speed. In a flash, Daisy Flight pitched left, and swapped to the opposite side. The burning shot of pain along her left shoulder elicited a quiet grunt behind gritted teeth, a necessary evil in order to catch her opponent off guard. In the surprise manoeuvre she would attempt to rake her claws viciously along the marshcat's mismatched flank before following up with a sharp bite to the tailbone.

/feel free to have pumpkin leave if you feel it's time (with parting blows if preferred!) Daisy will let her go, she wants to get to grips with the larger fight, is pretty injured and deep down doesn't want to kill her. I feel bad she's being so brutal >:(
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[pumpkin]

Daisy spits venom. Pumpkin didn’t know about Finch, otherwise she’d have kept her mouth shut. Her heads reeling and her vision is spinning and she wants to throw up and cry and everything hurts- gosh, everything hurt so bad. Theres a tiny flicker of defeat; there was no way she’d win, she was tiny compared to the taller calico, she was more bark than bite and would this truly be her downfall? Her stomach twists and turns and she feels her legs finally giving out with the effort she put in just to stay alive.

The weight lifts off suddenly. She did it. Pumpkin lies on the ground disheveled, bleeding, battered and bruised. She puts in effort to try to raise her head but only gets so far before it thumps back to the ground. She felt empty. Her claws and teeth had inflicted damage, but not enough, it would never be enough. Not enough to protect her home. Daisy turns in to more of a blur than she already was. She could not see out of her left eye anymore and the bite marks on her neck, she could feel them seeping blood and pooling in to her white colored fur. She feels light.

Pumpkin struggles to get up, shes wobbling and stumbling and Daisy is maneuvering around her and it makes her dizziness even worse. Theres a scratch at her flank and pressure at her tailbone but shes too numb to care. She falls to the ground, heaving a shallow sigh. This is where it ends, huh? Thats sad. Pumpkin had been looking forward to seeing her groupmates faces back at camp. She hadn’t planned on dying out here alone.

Daisy is moving and Pumpkin is terrified of dying alone. “Don’t… go.” her voice is a tiny squeak, a plea of help. She doesn’t want to go alone, shes terrified, shes scared and anxious. Vision is pricking with black and a quiet wail of grief leaves her, tears rolling down her cheeks. She feels too light now and shes so tired, so, so tired. Just… one… second… with her eyes closed. Thats all she needed, to gain her energy back. She remembers fathers voice. Its a war cry curdled in to bloody murder, his final moments. Perhaps when she meets him, she could tell him all the stuff she did in the wake of his death. Eyes flutter shut and flanks slow, Pumpkin is out cold.

tldr; pumpkin has disengaged from @Daisy Flight and has passed out on the battlefield due to blood loss & shock, practically looks dead​

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[SQUALLMIST]

Heavy paws hit him hard, causing his own paws to clumsily stumble back. The blow rattles him, shakes him into a sense of reality. This was real. All of this was real.

The battle. The moons-long tension in the air, finally breaking under the weight of everything. The bloodied bodies around him. The injuries and deaths, belonging to both sides of the war.

Everything was going to change after this. Everything.

It's a dizzying realization. One that could easily make Squall run from all of this. However, despite all this, and despite the fact his opponent is older than him - is probably far more skilled in battle than him - he persists. For his siblings' sake. For his father's sake. For the sake of those who call the pine forest home.

"Is that all you've got?" he snarls, rearing up on his hind legs, hoping to slam his opponent's head down on the ground with his front paws, to dig his claws into the back of his neck.

// @RUBBLE.
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[SOOTSTAR]

The iron taste of blood fills her mouth as her teeth successfully sink into flesh. She tugs and pulls aiming to bring on as much pain as possible. The neck of her opponent was flexible and managed to just barely bite into one of her limbs... his latch may have only just made it, but he struck a sensitive spot. The blue smoke yowls in pain, causing her grasp on the young tom's scruff to be released.

She stumbles back, blood pouring from the wound on her leg. His fangs likely had hit close to a vain, she'd survive... but the blood didn't seem to stop dripping and staining the grass below her with crimson. Not only that but she was beginning to feel her other wounds as well, she may be more experienced but this cat had managed to get his own blows in!

She takes a moment to catch her breath, emerald eyes move up to meet his, "Haven't you had enough yet kid?" Surely he has now learned he was no match for her...? The fact he is yet to flee takes a bite out of her confidence, it's her motivation to dart in for a second attack.

Assuming there is enough room beneath his limbs, Soot aims to last-minute dive under his belly. With everything she could she attempted to kick at his belly, using a mixture of blunt force and her claws. Rolling out from underneath she shoots up onto her legs.

That's when she realizes the damage she's caused.
Not only was the feline before her riddled in scratches mixing anywhere to scrapes to deep wounds, but he had lost a lot of blood. Soot was covered in blood, and she knew not all of it was her own.

This kid... doesn't know whats good for him. Too proud.
It's not much, but he earns her respect... Even if he may be a soft, pathetic kittypet.

"Run on home, kid! Back to where you came from. I've won this fight, swallow your loss and retreat. Or it's going to cost you your life." If it wasn't already too late, Soot couldn't ignore how badly wounded he was. Anyone else she would've killed, but he was too young, too stupid...

With a final hiss in warning, the blue smoke scurries away to find a new opponent. She'd remember this tom as a determined fighter, and perhaps later she would learn of the fate she had sealed for him. ​

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[MARIGOLD!]

Teeth meet flesh, and blood splatters across his maw, mixing with the blood still gushing from his ripped ear. The queen above him lets out a cry of her own, effectively releasing his scruff. Marigold collapses with a grunt. His limbs ache, his wounds burns, everything hurts. The adrenaline of the fight has begun to ebb away, and he can feel the painful stretching of the lacerations along his shoulders and flanks as he forces himself to his paws. I have to protect my home- For my siblings. He couldn't give up now- He couldn't. He has to drive this cat off before she can hurt anyone else.

His legs quiver. Marigold's breathing is ragged; no matter how much air he gulps in, his lungs still seem to beg for more.

Soot asks him if he's had enough. "I..." No; I have to-

Soot darts underneath him. Marigold's movements have become sluggish, whether from exhaustion or blood loss, it's unclear. He cannot dodge in time, and the breath is knocked from him as the queen kicks him hard in the stomach. Marigold is sent rolling away from her, gasping.

He lays there, winded. Cloudy yellow eyes seem to stare through Soot as she talks- she tells him that she's won, and that he should give up now before he loses his own life. No. He has to get up. He has to help protect his home. But his legs refuse to work any longer. Grunting, Marigold tries to force himself back up, only to collapse back onto the bloodstained earth as his shaking limbs give out beneath his weight.

Soot scurries away. Marigold does not follow.

A sob wracks his beaten body. The tears begin to flow freely, mixing with the crimson that stains his cheeks. Is he going to die here?

He doesn't want to die.

He wishes that his mother was here. He wants her to wrap her tail around him and tell him it's okay. He doesn't want to be alone.

With one last strained breath, Marigold's eyes close for the last time.

[ dead </3 ]​

 

[Sandylights]

Sandra ✧ She/Her ✧ Marsh Group. ░░░░░░░░░░░░░
It wasn't meant to be claws to an eye, it wasn't suppose to be the splatter of warm blood across her chest. Sandra could feel the panic well in her chest as her claws connected with soft flesh and the flame point tom had disconnected from Twilight in favor of a painful hiss. Those amber eyes widen and she stumbles backwards, watching at Twilight get a cut to the ear and claws glided over Sandras' own muzzle. She could feel the warmth of blood that dripped from her muzzle, just above her nose, and she shrank away in fear.

Though her attention was pulled from Vermilion and Twilight in favor of a familiar blue pelt. Flint. Her beloved mate, or well what she had thought of to be her mate. Thought she was enough for him, thought things were going great between them. The reason she had come to the forest in the first place. Why she had abanonded her home life as a house cat and came to that of the Marsh Group, for Flint. Everything she has done in her life has always been because of him. Because of Flint.

An image flashed across her mind; Soot and her large belly pressed up agaisnt Flint. They where muttering to each other about- something- and hardly knew of her approach. The rumors had been true. What the others had said weren't all just lies to make her feel worse about her position in the Group. It had all be true. The cinnamon tabby was about to take a few tenative steps towards him, towards who she thought was the love of her life, but he kept stepping backwards.

Further and further from her he moved, gaze on her pelt, and then he simply turned tail and ran for it. Into the throng of cats rolling on the ground, nipping at ears and claws raking across flanks, he left her. Left her alone to fight, left her to fend for herself when she couldn't even swing correctly. The fact she even got Vermilion in the eye was pure luck! Sandra could feel her eyes start to water, sniffling a bit and flinching as it hurt the cut across her nose, and turned to look at Twilight. Her friend, one her of best friends, and found herself watching Vermilion flee at Twilights nip at his hindquarters. Right, a battle, of course.

//Finding comfort in @TWILIGHT and freaking out over hurting @VERMILION
Recalling flash back with @FLINT. ​

 

[honey]

It seems Fritter has arrived late to the battle. Beneath her is bloodshed, dead bodies strewn around the battlefield. Cuts from a darker colored feline stuck out crudely on her coat as she hurries her pace, wounds that had not yet healed from her last skirmish. As eyes scan the warzone, the putrid smell of blood hits her right in the face and thats where the gravity of the situation hits her. Her eyes land on Marigolds dead body and pupils narrow in to slits. A child, laying dead and... Her throat tightens. Sarsaparilla approaches the body and a small sigh left her mouth, tired eyes flickering away. She spots the molly that had done this, covered in his blood and rage rises in her chest.

She feels her paws moving but theyre moving away from her, towards Sandra and shes jumping in the air in an attempt to forcibly knock the other to their belly, and if the attack worked she'd lean down, attempting to shove her unsheathed paws in to the other girls shoulder blades to keep her down. Pity rises in her stomach and another sigh, sheathing her paws. Though she could not relate to Sandras pain in her relationship, there was an unmistakable look of sorrow. "Go home. Zhis' place is not for a girl like you. You are sad, do not let this get to you." her accent catches her voice in her throat and she knows her english is fucked, completely screwing up what she wanted to say; it comes across harsh and all Fritter could do was send her a look of pity and understanding as she bolts off, knowing that Soots blood will be spilled by her claws.

"You again! Meurtrier!" her voice is a loud yell as she runs after Soot, the wind whipping through her fur. She felt... Alive. The forest scene fades and she finds herself back on the streets of Paris and Soot is just another thief to her. She'd defend her scraps of prey, in which case is her home. Rain had let her in and gave her a place to call her own, bitches be damned if she were not to defend it like she defended her prey. "Don't pretend like you didn't just kill that kid!" she yowls, attempting to slam all her weight in to Soots side, attempting a rake at the face. Shes angry, beyond angry, for a life that had barely just started and had ended at this witches discretion. "You come in to our territory, attack our group, kill our young?!" she hisses, fur fluffing up. What would Tugger think of this? She leaves herself open as she quickly moves her eyes away from Soot to find the ginger tom.

// semi-comforting/pinning @Sandra and engaging with @SOOTSTRIDE ​

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[Daisyflight]

"SUREFIRE, YEAH, THE SETTING SUN WANTS COMPANY"​

The surge of energy that dulled her wounds and pushed her onwards seemed to evaporate after those final strikes against the orange-eyed marshcat. Daisy Flight spun around to face them and found her head swam with exhaustion and dizziness. One side of her hearing dimmed and she was forced to shake the blood from the ear. The roar of the clearing ushered in again.

The cat before her was splayed across the earth, blood a vivid, gruesome dye on their mottled pelt. Their small, youthful frame was made demonstrably clear in that moment and Daisy Flight felt her resolve melt into the crushed ferns below. She had known they were young but- oh ravens. It had all happened so quickly. Bile twisted in her throat. For a moment all she could do was pant and stare at the damage she had inflicted. It had been necessary, hadn't it? They attacked first, she needed to take them out so that nobody else was hurt.

It was a mewling plea that stirred her. Sheathed claws veiled in tufts of fur led her forward. Please don't be dead. Daisy Flight had killed before- in different times, as a different cat. The thought of tainting her new life with old grievances brought out a sweltering sense of panic. They were so young.

The weak rise and fall of their pelt brought a rush of selfish relief. "I'm- I'm sorry. You fought well." Other words, admissions, grew stale on her tongue. The warrior simply nosed her opponent gently and turned back to the yowling throng. Her presence wouldn't help the ginger molly, to back off would allow other marsh cats to step in and help. So she would limp back into the fight, taking the position of a guardian for any retreating pine cats.

@pumpkin
/Daisy is essentially now out of the main fight, it can be assumed she is just helping those on the sidelines (likely npcs) to the best of her ability with her injuries
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[ELK.]

ELK —
The rage of battle, the howl of screeching cats, and the scent of blood pouring from wounds. Elk was nothing besides a blur of bloodstained white amongst the turmoil of fighting cats. The older tomcat was wearing thin, but these soft and heavy things kept launching themselves at him. They seemed to crawl out of the wood like the nasty bugs that ate the it. Termites. One toyed and grappled with the large tomcat. They sliced at his good eye though were unsuccessful and caught the fluffed tuft upon his ear. Claws kept flying, but Elk's were faster. They flayed the smaller cat with a few timed swiped.
Dead? A curt nod tipped his head as a heavy white paw pushed the cat.
It wasn't a heartbeat before an enraged tom came crashing upon him. However, this fresh solider was larger and fought him with freshened strength. His breathing was growing heavy while his paws swiped slower. With a heavy chuff, he swiped dust into this cats eyes to disengage the fight. The pine cat would whirl and swipe at his own eyes to clear them as Elk took the distraction to slip away into the battling crowd. Those blazing blues were sweeping the battle field when they caught the terrified ones of Rubble. There was a pine cat, younger and fresher, that kept putting on the pressure. The pressure was ramping. Eyes widening, he's my age, as he saw the failing strength. This cat needed help.

Elk launched himself forward with claws digging into earth in an attempt to pull him forward. Those old muscles screamed with pain and oxygen was ripped from his body as he tired to push out the power. Faster. The white tomcat hopped through battling cats that blazed through his peripheral vision. Weaving around a battle of four, they came in sight. The burley tom pushed himself hard when something collided into his ribs. "Agh!" It was a cutoff scream as the breath left his lungs. They cats rolled together for a short while before the white tomcat could gain his footing again. Wildly looking around, Rubble was lost in the crowd and it was just him and this cat. A roar of rage left him as he lunged into battle.

// Failed at saving Rubble, failed at attacking Squall, swept into another fight with another cat.
// Out, he's being moved to a private thread w/ Honeybee. Just wanted to post him here for funs.

"SPEECH"​

[ PENNED BY DROID ]​