.:From Riverclan:. Attack at the Gorge

**Rainstar** · Subject: .:From Riverclan:. Attack at the Gorge Thu Feb 05, 2009 5:06 am

Rainstar jumped onto the Highrock. She yowled the customary call, "Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey, join here beneath the highrock for a clan meeting." She waited until all cats where assembled. "Windclan has corupted me for the last time! Now is the time to attack! By force!" She growled. Yowls of agreement rose from the crowd. "We attack now! My warriors Blackclaw, Heavystep, Stonefur(even though he's dead), Mistyfoot, Shadepelt, Loudbelly, and Blackthorn! Apprentices Dawnpaw and Thrushpaw will go with us." She yowled. Misty foot was the one to speak up, "What about the camp? We should keep two warriors to defend it!" "Very well, Stonefur and Loudbelly will stay here!" We go now!" She yowled and jumped down from the highrock. She raced out of camp towards Windclan territory.

Rainstar stood her ground at the hill that lead down into the windclan camp. She smiled and raced towards it. "She left it unguarded! The fool!" She raced into the camp and pounced on a lone warrior gaurding the camp. Shadepelt lunged at a queen and rolled into the dust, shredding the queen by raking her claws against the queen's soft belly.

Runningfoot · Subject: Re: .:From Riverclan:. Attack at the Gorge Mon Feb 16, 2009 2:25 am

Runningfoot's eyes immediatly flitted open at the sound of tussling in the camp clearing. By instinct he moved to the bramble entrance of the WindClan warrior's den and gasped at the sight of a fight going on in the clearing.

"What is the meaning of this?!" He hissed, eyes narrowing as he threw himself into the fray. Barreling into the nearest cat and sinking his fangs into their scruff.
A blasting scent of RiverClan reached his nostrils and a wave of fury crashed over him, he began to furiously maul the other cat.

"RiverClan scum! Your a clan full of greedy, mouse-brained, crow-food eaters! And I refuse to let you take over our territory!" He hissed, biting into the ear of the opposing cat and running his hind claws through their flank.

'I will fight to the last breath if it means my clan will keep it's land!' He thought once that cat scampered off, blood soaking it's pelt.

He crashed into another cat and faught as furiously as he had with the first.

**ScarStar** · Subject: Re: .:From Riverclan:. Attack at the Gorge Wed Mar 18, 2009 1:10 pm

Scarstar hissed bolting out of her den, her blue eyes cold and hard as she came across a RiverClan warrior and pulled him away from one of her wounded apprentice. "Go help the Elders!" She ordered the Apprentice while clawing the RiverClan cat's flank. The warrior hissed digging his teeth in her leg while she raked her claws across his back, blood matted her white fur showing the long old deep battle scar that ran from her shoulder blade down her chest. "Get out of our territory!" She snarled blue eyes firce, pinning the younger cat on the cold rock ground, the tom snarled digging his hind claws on her unprotected stomach and pushed her off of him as she hissed in pain. Scarstar got up from the ground ready to face her opponent again untill she saw the one of her own warriors was fighting the RiverClan tom, with a huff she turned around and found her Deputy fighting off another warrior. The WindClan leader sprinted towards them as fast as her wound let her and pounced on the intruder. "Runningfoot! Check the Nersery! I need to go find Rainstar." she hissed giving the other cat a swipe with her paw that made it bolt away.

Blackthorn · Subject: Re: .:From Riverclan:. Attack at the Gorge Sun Mar 29, 2009 10:57 pm

Blackthorn bolted across the moor upon hearing the sounds of battle. Her heart pounded in her ribcage as she heard screeching and smelled the strong scent of blood. Her tabby pelt bristled and her tail streamed out behind her. While running she saw a giant rock in front of her. Growling slightly she'd clear the rock with one single bound. As she landed she found herself in a mass of fighting, wreathing cats. Some were of her clan and some were Windclan's. Narrowing her golden eyes she instinctively went into battle claws lashing out at the nearest Windclan cat. As she successfully scored her claws down a black shecat's face, she felt a heavy weight on her back. Falling to the ground she'd roll over onto her back kicking out with her massive hindlegs clawing clump fulls of hair from the Windclan cats's vunerable belly. Blood started to seep down her hindlegs as the Windclan cat yowled in pain and leaped back in retreat. With a yowl of triumph she'd raise her thorn sharp claws and rake them across the cat's retreating pelt. As she stood up she'd glance around the battlefield and noticed that the Windclan cats still had some fight in them. The only way to stop them from fighting would be their leader's orders to retreat. Pricking her ears she'd scann the battlefield for anysounds of Scarstar and immediately spotted her snow white pelt. Unseathing her claws she'd let out a yowl of challenge and began charging toward the white leader her eyes glazed with fury as she realized it was her leader that Scarstar was trying to get to. With a mighty leap she'd land in front of the leader and bare her fangs protectively, standing between the path Rainstar took and Scarstar. Lashing her tail angrily she'd growl coldly her voice sounding like ice.

Looking for someone? I hope that someone isn't Riverclan's precious leader Rainstar. If so I suggest you wait until the battle is over when your cats will be running with their tails between their legs. Imagine your small amount of cats when the next gathering begans. Ha.. I hope you know that I will stand my ground and take all of your nine lives at once if you try to lay one claw on Riverclan's leader.

Raising her stripe head she'd emit a chilling yowl as redmist flashed into her eyes. This was the beginning of her blood wrath. Tensing her muscles she'd go into a defensive crouch her paralyzing golden orbs staring into Scarstar's sizing the leader up.

**ScarStar** · Subject: Re: .:From Riverclan:. Attack at the Gorge Mon Apr 13, 2009 2:49 pm

Blue eyes slowly traveled down cast, the night shadowed her face, the rage inside of her grew at the words coming out of this warrior was unforgivable. "Precious.....Precious?!?!" She hissed pinning the small warrior with her huge front paws, her claws digging in the smaller cats side. "Unforgivable! You! Acting like this is your clan! Acting like you own the place! THIS IS NOT YOU CLAN! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO BE HERE!" she yowled, her rage growing by the minute like fire. "Were do you think we'll run?!?! This is our clan! NOT YOURS!" she hissed her blue eyes darkened as she grabbed the scuff of the young Warrior, lifting her up in the air and slammed her against the hard ground. "And you even dare to laugh... Unforgivable Scum....Disgusting..." her words were a deadly whisper. "While I'm trying to help....avoid unnecesary deaths...." If she were calmer she would of laughed when Blackthorn tride intimidating her, such a funny site but she wasin't. Scarstar lifted her head and stared at the smaller cat with hollow eyes. "Unforgivable....." With that she lifted her massive paw and slamed it down hard against the warriors muzzle, her sharp claws deep in the flesh... stained with blood.....Unesessary blood... "Don't show your face to me again you disgusting scum" her words were hollow and quiet, leting go of the scruff she padded away from the RiverClan Warrior...past feelings coming back....uncontrolable ones...

Blackthorn · Subject: Re: .:From Riverclan:. Attack at the Gorge Wed Apr 15, 2009 3:26 am

Blackthorn laid winded in the grass her flanks heaving with the effort to breath.Her claws seath and unseath as a small trickle of blood ran down her muzzle and into her opened mouth.All around her were the sounds of battle now growing fainter and fainter until it felt as if she had floated away. She was a newly made warrior and therefore smaller than the more advanced and experienced white leader,Scarstar. As the sounds faded into the distant she heard a loud drumming in her ears and a sound that sounded like a small trickling river. Her eyes had closed and blackness took over, but her body was in a state of calm. Voices filled her head but were too clustered to make out the words. It took her only a few moments to realize that her heart was the drumming sound and the trickle was her blood. The voices began to get louder and then grew faint until it faded unto nothing. The sounds of battle began to fill her ears now faint then louder. She could smell the blood and the scents of Windclan. Her golden orbs fluttered open and her blood ran through her veins causing her to release a new surge of strength. Even if her body was battered, her spirit was still burning with the fire within her beating heart. Slowly she raised her striped head and released a loud, chilling, and blood rushing howl. With a hiss she'd push herself onto her paws with the new strength she had received and tested her forepaw gingerly onto the ground, and growled in relief as she noticed nothing had broken. Narrowing her golden orbs she'd fold her ears back and breath in slowly and breath out regaining her senses. The warrior blood was now rushing through her veins and the instinct to battle now filled her mind. Lowering herself onto her belly, she'd just make out white pelt of the Windclan leader weaving among the battle. Without a second thought, she'd shoot foward lashing out at any warrior in her way, feeling her claws rake through fur and finally skin. Her paws thudded the ground with unmistakable justice and rage. When she finally reached the retreating Windclan leader, her heart was thudding loudly in her chest. With a sprint, she'd dart foward and land in front of Scarstar.

"Scarstar..."she hissed icily her eyes glittering with anger. "-maybe you are right this blood is unessecary, but I follow my leader's rules whether they are right or wrong. This probaly is wrong but this is what I live to do and that is put loyalty before anything else. I refuse to be called scum because it takes scum to know scum you peice of corrupting mouse dung scavengers."

With another mighty yowl of anger she'd dart foward swerving left then right before closing in on an attack. Raising her paw high she'd bring it down with an nerving hiss feeling her black thorn sharp claws sink into the leader's white fur and pricking the tough skin underneath, but she wasn't finish yet. The white she-cat had threw the first hit and she would pay for her slashed muzzle,hurt pride, and the insult she had thrown at her. Scum! She thought in her mind which brought more anger to her sending her dodging backward and charging foward spinning around and using her hind back legs to give Scarstar a mighty ferocious kick sending the skinny she-cat flying through the hedge. Snarling with fury she'd charge foward and give the leader a sharp painful bite to the ear feeling blood slide down her lips and onto her white chest staining it a crimson red color. Although she would have normally felt triumph, she felt a deep forbiding but it was pushed aside as she leaped away and back into battle her golden eyes seeking out Windclan cats to sate her blood wrath.