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This is a group RP for the following cats and users. If you don't see your cat or yourself on this list, please don't post here! Flickerfly, Leafpaw (belloblossom) + Goldenfreckle, Twilightpaw (NatiStorm) + Rushpaw (Nym) + Mousepaw (PeterPan_da144)

Leafpaw grinned widely at Twilightpaw when he agreed to go with her and she sprinted off through the ravine, away from the dens of other cats that might try to overhear the two apprentices. "This is a secret, okay?" She mewed to Twilightpaw over her shoulder. "So no telling anyone, not...

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When the eagle finally, FINALLY came down to Waterfall's attack, Stonebelly could only stare in shock and relief - before he remembered all the injuries of his patrolmates around him. He moved first to Fawndance, who had taken the worst of it and lowered his muzzle to hers. Holding his breath...

The eagle has been defeated! Waterfall has delivered the final blow to this eagle and thus it is dead! Congratulations! You've made it to the end of this patrol without any casualities! It got pretty close there towards the end, so give yourselves a pat on the back that your cats will live...

The raccoon misses its attack on Hawk!

Leafpaw, too, saw Fawndance go down and despite herself, she recoiled with a hiss. She wanted to grab Mousepaw and run - let the adults handle this. She wanted her mother, Goldenfreckle. She wanted Flickerfly to come charging in out of no where and save her and her brother. She wanted Tigersun...

Stonebelly could feel that the end was coming near. He watched as Fawndance collapsed and his mind raced. They couldn't take her back to camp like that, could someone fetch Fernfire and bring them there? And Starpaw too - best to have more paws to try and take care of this aching patrol. "We're...

This was it. Fawndance could practically see the glowing lit outlines of the SunClan cats coming to fetch her. When the final blow came from the eagle, a talon that came to stick itself inside her gut, she fell upon the bird. She opened her mouth enough to bite hard into the fleshy bit of its...

The eagle was feeling properly disoriented, its eyesight, usually so keen and clear, was beginning to blur and a feeling of deep uncertainty was taking root in its gut. Still, it wasn't going down without a fight and soon lashed out at the cat that started this all, whether they knew it or not...

Leafpaw was not having an ideal day - she was bleeding and battered and she was having a very hard time with keeping her grip on the eagle she'd pounced upon. With a yowl of surprise she was tossed from its back and while she did manage to land on her feet (she thanked her father for his...

Stonebelly, despite his best efforts to prove himself a true warrior of MountainClan, was starting to slowdown. He missed his next attack on the eagle, his claws barely grazing the feathers of the bird and he was becoming well aware of how his fellow Clanmates were starting to look. Ravineflight...

Fawndance's icy blue eyes had become as round as the full moon when Leafpaw launched herself at the eagle's face. "Leafpaw!" She gasped, and moved forward to try and grab the apprentice off the bird. It wasn't safe to stay up there - if Leafpaw was thrown off the thrashing enemy, the fall would...

The eagle's energy was beginning to wane - it had sustained wounds too, and while its will to fight was still strong, the body that held itself together was not. It wobbled, batting its wings in an attempt to shove away the older, larger cats from getting at it, but no to avail. The eagle...

Rolling for Orioletalon HP: 7

Rolling for Sunflight HP: 10

It was her fault, it was her fault, it was her fault. Mousepaw had gotten hurt because she bumped into him. He was hurt because of her - how was she going to tell her parents? How would he ever forgive her? With a shriek of fear and anguish and anger, she launched herself at the eagle's beak...

Stonebelly hits the eagle for 5 damage! HP: 10

They had to be doing some damage to this wretched beast, couldn't they? Fawndance thought, looking at the thrashing bird above her as she managed to drag herself away, inch by inch. It had been so long that she was beginning to suspect the horrible bird may not ever die! Turning her head, she...

The looming bird tried to think - the larger cats were older, did they know how to hit harder? It's mind reeled. Pick off the smaller ones, pick of the weak. It's always what its own mother taught it, wasn't it? So, it turned, rolling eyes, to snap its sharp beak, red with the blood of the other...