border mischief in the making ] rogues

[Coyote.]

There was satisfaction that the goal of riling up SkyClan seemed to be going so well. Usually it took more than just a few sentences to rile others up like this. How precious and fragile was this clans ego if it were brushed by something that she considered rather tame? It was hard to not be rather pleased with this out come, that was until some other loud mouthed skyclanner made his presence known. What was the point of all this? They all seemed to be full of nothing but false intimidation and empty threats. She thought about chiming in as Quillstrike growled but she wasn't sure if the goal was to cause blood to spill and she'd rather not be given an earful by any of her siblings for being too reckless.

Though it seemed that blood was to be spilled regardless. At least someone here actually did more than spin empty threats, someone who seemed closer to their level than the holier than thou attitude she regarded the rest of them here with. There was no space for nobility or whatever values these clan cats held when adrenalin is rushing and claws are drawn. Maybe she'd respect Quillstrike if she was dumb enough to try and think about that. Right now her goal was survival, she would be damned if she died here. How pathetic and weak that would be, but she couldn't tell if the intent in the warrior was to kill or to drive off so she prepared for the worst while quietly hoping for the latter outcome. A sharp hiss is choked out of her as he collides, plummeting the two of them to the ground. Fangs misalign and clack against each other as her skull makes contact with the ground.

Legs fly up in retaliation, claws unsheathed she tries to latch at his stomach. Hoping to rip at his flesh and at least draw blood, trying to kick him off her as she growls. There's a thought to call out to her siblings but that is ceased from the fangs clamping at her throat. The only thought now is survival, I'm not dying here. What else was there to think? Her front legs mirror what her hind were trying to do, instead of aligning them to also kick at his stomach she attempts digs her front claws through fur and into the skin of his chest, trying to rake her claws down then frantically attempting to use all of her force to shove him off of her. If she is successful in her attempts she would use that small window of opportunity to try and retreat to at least be on the other side of the border.

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  attempting to injure/push @QUILLSTRIKE off of her <33
  

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• COYOTE
  She / her, Rogue, 15 moons (ages on the 3rd)
  ✥ NPC x NPC | Sibling to Vixen, Viper, Kite, Hawk, Wolf, Spider & Shrike
  ✥A long haired tortoiseshell with hazel eyes | Judgemental and spiteful, a cat that lacks respect for others and refuses to feign it.
  ✥ "speech" | thoughts | attacking
  ✥ All opinions are IC only!

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[BLOOMFUR]

❀ it wasn’t hard to wake up kite and drag them towards the border (along with butcher, apparently, goodness she practically jumpscared her at the halfway mark). crochet had to clamp down on her tongue to not ask too many questions, the young girl’s nervousness have taken the reigns since duskpool kicked her away. she did briefly consider pointing kite in the right direction, hope they make it, and sit her butt at camp. her mentor hasn’t even seen her claws, she’s not ready to fight dirty with a bunch of rogues.

what happened next was fast. quillstrike didn’t wait for a signal before lunging at one of the rogues, snarling and causing a domino effect of things to go south. "woah! hey!" she squeaks, scrambling backwards, her eyes widen at the rogues just taking this. not caring, only fighting back when the skyclanners engage first. men! she curses in her head, ears pinning to her skull while thistleback eggs her clanmates on.

"what is wrong with you people!" crochet hisses, pushing her body back into the bushes behind her.

// attempting to flee! disengaging​

 

[QUILLSTRIKE]

IF THE POINT'S TO NEVER DISAPOINT YOU, SOMEBODY'S GOT TO TELL ME WHAT TO DO​

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While Quillstrike had come a long way since he was an apprentice in the clan, one thing that hadn’t changed was his paper-thin patience for any kind of threats or arguments- and these rogues had lit a match by coming here and acting like the street-filth they were. A match that was quick to burn away whatever grace he might have given them under different circumstances. There was no guilt. There was no hesitation. And more importantly, there was no lead warrior or figure of authority to keep him in line. Thistleback may have been a cat he respected, but he wasn’t Quills mentor anymore.

And quite frankly, the chimera had his own priorities to worry about.

Twitchbolts not here to see. he assured himself, put at ease by the knowledge that no matter how messy and ugly it got - no matter how monstrous he might be with it- his mate would not be there to judge him for it.

To fear him for it.


To be honest, not even Quill was sure how far he intended to try and take it. In his experience rogues had never translated into anything good, and not only had Skyclan lost several clanmates to them recently, but these one had come practically begging for trouble. He didn’t know they were kin of Kites. Wouldn’t have cared even if he did. There were few cats on this earth that the striped shadow took a personal interest in, and unfortunately for the rogues, they all happened to be within the boundaries of the pine territory he called home. Which meant he had very little tolerance for any kind of threat that might befall them.

Snuff it out and be done with it, was what his instincts told him, destroy it so it can’t come back to haunt you later.

The shecat fell beneath him, claws desperate and enraged against his underside as they raked bloody marks against his legs and stomach, none deep enough to gut or bleed him out, but each a searing, stinging scratch that he would feel once the adrenaline wore out. He might even be pulled from patrols for the rest of the day just to make sure the scabs didn’t tear open again. For now it was just a trickling warmth of blood and a painful sting that only drove his anger farther, readjusting to try and sink his teeth into the muscle of her shoulder instead of the throat she was so intent on keeping him from.

When her front claws joined the attack, shoving at his chest and shoulders to try and dislodge him, he grunted in surprise at the force the younger cat put into it. It pushed him back enough for her to succeed in scrambling to her feet, but Quill was a large cat and she’d afforded herself just barely enough room to do so. The consequence to that was the tom reaching out to try and claw at her retreating form, unsheathed talons reaching for the exposed lower back and hindquarters like a lion would a gazelle.

A part of him registered that she was attempting to flee, but he showed her no mercy for it. A scentline would not protect her from him even if she did slip through his claws, and she would hopefully have the brains not to stop if she did mange her freedom- otherwise, she’d learn firsthand that the rogues weren’t the only ones who didn’t give a damn about borders.

OOC- @Coyote. Quills attempting to bite her shoulder. He also lost his grip on her, but is trying to claw her as she escapes. As a forewarning, he will not respect the border and will attempt to chase her off properly if she escapes- just as a heads up in case her intention is to try and use the scentline as a sort of buffer between them <3 ALSO, I love Coyote and would totally be down for them to have an unfriendly enemies/rivalry thing going if you'd ever like them to interact again in the future . Not sure what your plans are for her but know that im definitely down! :D
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skyclan - male - 29 months (Feb 17th) - mated to Twitchbolt - a very tall, dark chimera tomcat with mismatched eyes and several scars. has bluejay feathers woven like spikes along his spine and neck.