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*Due: October 31st, 2015
→ Finished: October 5th, 2015
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ShadowClan is on the watch for any and all intruders. Kestrelpatch leads this particular party through their own woods, yet in the tense atmosphere, it does not feel like home...

While Aspencloud and Kestrelpatch scale a tree for a better view, Nightwave and Flintstripe take five. I found that since Flintstripe was a past apprentice of his, that I'd kind of elude to that in this. Why not?

Oh my god, I love my new style. I've decided that it's here to stay~

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ROLEPLAY TRANSCRIPT
Kestrelpatch padded carefully through the trees at the edge of Shadowclan Territory giving a scanning look through said trees out onto the moors of Windclan and thanking Starclan she wasn't out there in this chilly wind. Even if her thicker pelt did keep her warmer this wind still had a nip to it. Swiveling her ears around she listened to the comforting sound of her clanmates paws padding quietly around her before she looked in front of her own paws again. The idea of aggressive rouges and loners roaming around freely made her her fur fluff in both irritation and secretly a little bit of nervousness. These cats had been killing and taking clan cats like it was a game and common sense said be wary and be smart if you didn't want to die.

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Padding beside his clanmates,Nightwave seemd to be taking his role as the oldest cat in the party very seriously. He looked around them as much as he could,making sure they weren't in danger.
Right by his side was his past apprentice Flintstripe and a small female Aspencloud. The youngsters. Looking at his othr side he spotted another female with a bight amber fur markings.Kestrelpatch.
She seemd nervious while looking around them. The tall tom meowed "Is something wrong Kestrelpatch?"
His voice sounded polite.Looking before them,Nightwave seemd to be observing the sky and the trees in front of the group,making sure nothing wasn't attacking them. He looked over at the two younger cats "You two stay close,we are almost at the border with two legs. Flintstrpe,I don't want you to cause any trouble." The mentioned tom was Nightwaves past apprentice as I already said.He rememberd that this tom had a trait of a troublemaker Nightwave once had himself when he was his age. That was why he worried much about the dark tom. He then looked at Aspencloud with cocern 2You too young lady.Stay close."

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Lightly laughing at her friend's scolding, she nodded and hopped over closer to the heart of their pack. Flintstripe's light green eyes rolled when she flicked his nose with her tail, but she quickly returned to her usual serious attitude. It took her about two steps for each of Nightwave's one, but if she were to complain for any reason, she'd be no better than an apprentice.

Under the gray sky with minimal tree cover, Aspencloud couldn't help but feel unnerved, but not afraid. There were just more factors to keep track of, was all. No big deal.

Blinking, she lifted her muzzle to catch a scent on the breeze.Whatever was around definitely came in loud and clear, thanks to all of the uninterrupted air about them. The party as a whole took notice. A fair trade, no cover from predators, but you could tune in to what was about to nab you miles before they could scrape you up.

So she respectfully continued to follow, head high and ears stubbornly pointed. She hadn't much to say at all.

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Flintstripe let out a somewhat irritated snort and shoved Aspencloud lightly with one of his paws. Unbelivable! Even long after him becoming a warrior, Nightwave still treated him like a kit! It's almost as if he didn't know who he was; the son of a great leader! Then again, he too was also the son of a leader, albeit not as great as the mighty Sorrelstar, but Sparkstar wasn't much to sneeze at either.

"Whatever, man." He grumbled with a light and polite smile. He pushed himself ahead of his childhood friend and began to fall into pace slightly behind his former mentor, Nightwave. His eyes were fixed upon the branches of the trees, worried that they could all could just be dive bombed by a pack of killers. He took in a few harsh sniffs as if to announce he was looking for danger, only to abandon this effort to look at the she cat leading the patrol. He'd heard from somewhere that at one point she was a candidate for becoming their clan's new deputy after their own Slatestripe had vanished and although he wasn't really a fan of their leader's policies most of the time, he simply couldn't help but respect the brown and white cat even if it was only a small shred.

Those thugs better not try anything while we're out here! We'll make sure that it's them watching their backs instead of us watching ours!

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At Flintstripes words,Nightwave rolled his eyes with a grin on his face. Desame as always,Flintstripe was one of those heliked to tease. But the current situation wasn't really for teasing. He looked over at Aspencloud. Seeing she did her best to keep up made him want to smile. She reminded him of an apprentice. Young cats these days would find it very offensive tho. He turned his blue gaze at the partys leader and spoke to her "Maybe we should slow down a bit...it would be smart to spare some energy for a fight...if there will be one afcourse" While looking down at her,the large tom held his ears perked up and his muscles tense,his tail twiching at every sound.

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Kestrelpatch's eyes still held a amused gleam to them from her patrol members interactions. When Nightwave brought up the idea of slowing in case of a battle she agreed, "Ah! Of course," and began to slow her steps to a slow but alert pace. She hadn't even taken into consideration that walking so quickly could burn precious energy and realized just how off her game she was. Normally she would've known such a simple tip and she became distracted with thinking over every little tip she had learned over her time as a warrior. Her tail began to twitch as well but her tail was twitching in deep thought, her earlier cautiousness dimmed as other thoughts clouded her head.

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Aspencloud respectfully slowed her pace. Of course, she was confident tat she could be flying through these woods and not break a sweat, but you know, respect your elders and whatnot. The temporary laugh that she caught in the stoic tom's blue eyes was a rare sight to see, at least in the time that she knew him. She recalled many times that Nightwave would poke some fun at him... and admittedly, that was likely where she picked up her habit of messing with Flintstripe.

"This should also give us a good chance to truly know where we are," she agreed, her olive eyes sweeping the thinning forest left and right, "If we can analyze the surroundings, it should give us a far higher chance of survival here."

She knew in her heart of hearts that none of them even had a sliver of a chance to die. Not today. Even if it were some lie she force-fed herself, she was confident in all of their abilities. What were some batty, malnourished rogues to the powerful claws of seasoned warriors? She and Flintstripe had only seen two winters, and they were in their prime.

She nodded to Nightwave before catching up to Kestrelpatch, who was already looking up and down the clawed tree trunks. Her orange eyes were even more focused than hers- it was no surprise why she was one of Crookedstar's candidates for deputy.

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Flintstripe rolled his eyes at Nightwave's request with a light smile. He was like, what? 50 moons old? And he gets tired that easily? What a geezer! However, these thoughts quickly died out as he realized how much energy it took to keep up with the two she-cats. He decided to keep his mouth shut rather than give his former mentor a hard time; that'd run him the risk of being demolished with banter from all sides!

Flintstripe fell into the group's slower pace, ending up slightly behind Nightwave as he did so. He figured he better watch their rear in case of any ambush that may occur, and besides; he'd much rather be teased by a seasoned warrior than his smug, seemingly kit-like friend.

"Maybe we better take these jokes down a notch; this is a patrol, not a gathering. We need to stay more alert, I think." Flintstripe redirected as politely as he could, his eyes fixed upon a random spot in the trees above him with intense curiosity.

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After a few moments of thinking the orange and black she-cat managed to clear her head and calm herself, she was a Shadowclan warrior for Starclan's sake why should some wild kittypets scare her. However when Kestrelpatch sniffed carefully at the base of a tree that had been clawed she still hoped it would only carry Shadowclan maybe Riverclan scents. Her eyes narrowed when her hopes were wrong, whoever had made these marks was not a clan cat and they had been here quite recently, keeping her head down she looked around for other trees with the same markings and saw a few nearby trees carried them as well. Looking up she noticed Aspencloud had come up beside her so she waved her tail around gesturing to the trees that were clawed feeling her tail fluff a little as she did so. She was about to inform them to watch themselves as an enemy was nearby when Flintstripe spoke. Turning her attention to him to agree she took notice that his gaze was turned upwards to the trees so she followed his stare with her own and she saw narrowed eyes glaring back at her. As more then one pair was spotted her ears flattened defensively and she prepared for a fight the was most likely on their paws.

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Noticing the claw marks all around the place,Nightwave bit his lip with a frown. Those sons of...How dare thdy to touch their teritory. His eyes narrowed at the sound in the tree tops. He raised his gaze and spotted a large grey tabby tom staring at the group. Nightwave let out a loud growl. While turning his gaze for a moment,he noticed that his party mates were looking up at the other tree. He followed Kestrelpatches glance and spotted another cat with a blood thirsty stare.
The large tom smirked and turned his gaze back at the tabby, which was madly hissing at the group. Nightwave growled trough his smirk while his claws stratched the ground "Bring it on!..."
He looked at his past apprentice Flintstripe and the younger female Aspencloud. Flintstripe was the tom Nightwave was proud of. He teached him everything he found important. The way he gazed at him was the look full of concern and proud. Hoping he will make him proud once more. Aspencloud seemd to be the fast female. He wasn't sure about her kicks,but as long as Flintstripe,Kestrelpatch and Nightwave himself were here,nothing won't harm nor her nor anyone else.
"Kestrel....call me if you need help with that guy. I'll handle the tabby dung!"
He said before mentioning "And most important,don't get killed and have fun"
Nightwave was a passionate fighter. Many,such as Flintstripe would say that he enjoyed fighting,which was why he often smirked during the fight. As the tabby jumped in front of him,Nightwave let out a loud,deep raoar after which the tabby enemy growled. The two began to fight.

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A shifty tom with a rugged mug flashed from the corner of Aspencloud's eye, causing the she-cat to aptly. His heavy paws thudded effectively to the ground. She spotted the blue eyes of Nightwave widen for a moment, freezing for only a split second before Aspencloud proved his worries wrong. Turning her intense focus back on to the hulking blob of a rogue, she saw his fiery eyes narrow when he lunged yet again. A lot of evasive maneuvers would be required for this match up... sure, his paws were plodding and strong, but the swings came slow enough to be avoidable for even cats like elders. The blood began to roar in her ears, the sound of battle, when she locked herself with diligence into the terrifying art of a fight.

She would hit the grass, roll to the left, and land light one-claw paths through the storm cloud fur. She was frustrated that she wasn't landing any substantial damage, but what could she say? Her aptitude always rested heavily with hunting techniques, rarely traditional ShadowClan tactics. Tuning in to the grumblings of the tom, she for a moment zoned out to observe Nightwave land one of his legendary bites to the tabby attacker. She didn't know why she had looked up in that moment, and stubbornly dragged her mind back out of the gutter. What a novice move! She hadn't seriously fought in quite awhile, yet she still felt the softness in skill in her very paws.

Aspencloud saw the claws a second too late. A bee sting scratch connected with her muzzle. A line of russet beads began to spill from the shit fur about her face. She flinched, reeling back, but quickly reassured herself that it wouldn't scar. She had to keep going, rolling with the punches. Her eyes stung with fury, but she had once again sided to fight smart instead of hard. Cockiness made itself known by the fat look on his face, but his moldering teeth looked sharper all of a sudden... what was this, fear? But she had nothing to be afraid of!

The thing (she decided to put the rouge on a pedestal lower than that of a fellow feline) made a gambit to her right flank, his bear paws thundering on the earth ripped grasses and dirt between his claws. She was surprised to find that the tom was going for a biting attack! What a foolhardy way to go about her.

Then again, she was young. All too willing at times to make hasty moves. She remembered her father bragging to others about her decision making skills, but she had only seen two winters. She decided to meet the tom on his challenge. Dipping left, she weaved like a mongoose to reach the ferocious rougue's face.

With a battle cry, she leapt and landed her forepaws on his scruffy face, avoiding his jaws and taking him to the ground. Whenever she had fought, her blood would always grow cold with a too-intense wave of anxiety, but she had been forced to work through it all. She knew how to be a good soldier.

Swatting the tom across the face over and over, she clamped down on an ear with frenzied hunger. She wasn't about ready to give up a second home to these fiends. Not another littermate would die at the jaws of these things.

Jarring her back to reality, she felt the heavy tom wrench from her grip, taking his ear with him. He stared her down with crazy eyes. Though she felt herself shaking in her pelt, she decided to add a word in.

"Next time you pick a fight, you should probably have something to fight for."

Battle truly was unpredictable, eh? It was probably one of the things that she hated the most about it. Even with the most meticulous planning, you could still wind up dead.

When she saw the cat dauntlessly barrel her way once more, she couldn't help but freeze.

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Flintstripe had been simply dumbfounded when rouges came rushing at them from the shadows; it seemed almost as if they had been coming from outta nowhere! They had gotten the jump on everybody and they were immediately put at a disadvantage over them despite being in an organized group. This feeling of being at a disadvantage was all too familiar to the dark furred tom; all he could remember his clans doing was running away and getting kicked out of places where they truly belonged and this feeling was being thrown down upon him once again, taking him back to when the Wicked had attacked; where his family had been snuffed out like a small fire near a river and that came from them being brave and loyal.

He knew what was the technical right thing to do; to fight for his clan even though it would cost him his life, but he wasn't feeling like that now. Actually, he rarely felt that sort of fierce protectiveness with his clanmates. Worry lead to weakness and weakness lead to death and that was simply a fact of nature. His eyes darted about their little area, looking for Aspencloud so that he could drag that feather weight of a friend to safety.

"Hey, Aspencloud! Let's get outta he-" He started, however, his words were soon caught in his throat. A massive beastly cat was barreling towards the familiar grey she-cat. He was feeling slightly irritable towards her, however, he quickly concluded that this freezing up was due to the fact that he was a female. It was his job to keep her safe.

Extending his claws, he charged into the scrub with all of his might, infuriated that a cat like that would attack a girl on her own like that. His erratic shove had proven effective and even slightly dazed the colossal creature. On the outside, Flintstripe looked to be a wiry, spindly guy with no force packed behind him, however, this wasn't the case; despite outward appearances, his strength was a true force to be reckoned with.

"Don't you dare lay a claw on her!" He roared, pinning the tom monetarily onto his side. "Do you have any self respect?! If you gotta fight anyone, don't just go for the petite she-cat you hulking coward!" He scolded, quickly lifting a paw to scratch at the cat's vulnerable face. This was a rather massive mistake, however, as this moment of weakness had allowed the rouge to break free and to reposition himself at a more optimal battle spot. Fintstripe's infuriated look now had an element of outrage to it as well.

"Oh! So you wanna play rough do ya?!" He started with a chuckle. "Alright big guy, let's see what you've got!" He taunted as they both began to subtly circle each other.

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Kestrelpatch had managed to side jump in time to avoid being crushed by a cat jumping from the trees above her but she didn't get far enough away to avoid getting a good blow across her face. The force of the blow sent her staggering and she managed to clear her head right as the opponent, who she now realized was a sturdy looking she-cat, was practically on top of her. Sliding to face her the two she-cats were soon in a fighting ball of claws and fangs both hissing and spitting at each other when they broke apart before going at it again. Kestrelpatch leaped at her opponent and attempted to squish her but the rouge seemed to know what was coming and slid out of the way so instead of crushing her enemy Kestrelpatch focused on landing without tripping. As soon as her front paws hit the ground she turned and she glared at the opposing she-cat who almost looked confident. They got into another fighting ball and the rouge managed to get a hold of Kestrelpatch's scruff shaking it violently throwing the losing she-cat off even more. This cat knew how how to fight like a clan cat but had no code to follow that could be bad.

When Kestrelpatch managed to get herself loose her first free moments were spent regaining her senses and the rouge she-cat wanted her to have no chance of that so she rushed at her again pushing her paws against Kestrelpatch with enough force to almost send her rolling. "This cat's got to have some weakness right? I can't let a half-starved rouge beat me like this!" she thought angrily and truthfully a little nervously to herself as she hurried to get up. Pressing her ears flat against her head when the she-cat charged again Kestrelpatch switched to Shadowclan tactics and leaped at the nearest tree pressing her hind legs off it well turning and headed straight at her target who seemed a little surprised and didn't dodge quickly enough which landed her with a very angry Shadowclan she-cat on top of her hissing furiously. Narrowing her eyes when the rouge started kicking at her belly with her claws out instead of crying out as her belly began to bleed rather lightly Kestrelpatch brought up her paw with claws out and brought it down across the she-cats face leaving four red marks across the she-cats muzzle. She'd had just about of this cat and the disorientation that came from her attacks, "Leave and take you rat-hearted friends with you!" she screeched at the outraged looking she-cat.

In response to Kestrelpatch's demand the rouge she-cat summoned some hidden force and managed to kick Kestrelpatch over her head leaving the now breathless she-cat on the ground wheezing and scrambling to stand up, "Great Starclan I am never gonna hear the end of this if I get beaten..." she though to herself bitterly as she got up. This was a lot more difficult then she had thought it would be these cat seemed to know some clan moves and seemed to really know how to use their claws. Staring down her opponent they began to circle and size each other up again both tails waving irritably both judging how far to jump.

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The moment he layed his claws on the rouge,Nightwave began madly clawing his neck. Shit! He thought. This guy is as fluffy as a freaking bear! The fur made it harder to claw the skin under it. Yet,Nightwave cotinued to strike.He digged his fangs into rouges shoulder.Both cats were loudly growling and roaring at eachother.The rouge tom was fiercly clawing Nightwaves belly and chest while being pinned against the ground. Nightwave growled with mouth full of rouges blood. His chest was bleeding badly after a few rouges strokes. He then swung his paw and clawed the other males frowning face,making a deep wound over the left side of his face.
He was both,filled with rage and adrenaline while looking down at the enemy. The tabby tom was covered in old scars and mud all over. His amber eyes were full of hate and rage. The long claws,covered in dry mud and Nightwaves blood were madly swinging around the light tom.

Fur and blood were flying around the fighting ball. It seemd like the fight will never end, Two large toms were both fiercly fighting as if there is no tomorow.
Nightwave was slightly bigger which gave him the an advantage and opportunity to easier keep the rouge under him. Yet,the Shadowclanner soon heard the loud souds of growling and cats screaming around him. Hoping that the oud sound wasn't comming out of his clanmates troaths,Nightwave turned his head to check were they all okay.He let his guard down and earned a kick in the face.

The rouge mennaged to get up after it and loudly hissed at the bigger tom,which was smirking at him.Nightwave seemd to be pleased with the other males strugling.He growled trough his smirk and waited for the tom to attack him until the rouge threw himself on Nightwave.The Shadowclans warrior easily mennaged to trow the other male off of him by kicking his belly with his legs.
They were both on their feet now,so another fight started.

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Kestrelpatch belongs to LilMissShanaynay .
Nightwave belongs to AppleJaneBlack .
Flintstripe belongs to Kracken-Of-the-Sea .
Aspencloud belongs to me.

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Points:
Activity Check (Before the Rule Change): 30
TOTAL: 30 POINTS

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Description
*Due: October 31st, 2015
→ Finished: October 5th, 2015
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ShadowClan is on the watch for any and all intruders. Kestrelpatch leads this particular party through their own woods, yet in the tense atmosphere, it does not feel like home...

While Aspencloud and Kestrelpatch scale a tree for a better view, Nightwave and Flintstripe take five. I found that since Flintstripe was a past apprentice of his, that I'd kind of elude to that in this. Why not?

Oh my god, I love my new style. I've decided that it's here to stay~

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ROLEPLAY TRANSCRIPT
Kestrelpatch padded carefully through the trees at the edge of Shadowclan Territory giving a scanning look through said trees out onto the moors of Windclan and thanking Starclan she wasn't out there in this chilly wind. Even if her thicker pelt did keep her warmer this wind still had a nip to it. Swiveling her ears around she listened to the comforting sound of her clanmates paws padding quietly around her before she looked in front of her own paws again. The idea of aggressive rouges and loners roaming around freely made her her fur fluff in both irritation and secretly a little bit of nervousness. These cats had been killing and taking clan cats like it was a game and common sense said be wary and be smart if you didn't want to die.

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Padding beside his clanmates,Nightwave seemd to be taking his role as the oldest cat in the party very seriously. He looked around them as much as he could,making sure they weren't in danger.
Right by his side was his past apprentice Flintstripe and a small female Aspencloud. The youngsters. Looking at his othr side he spotted another female with a bight amber fur markings.Kestrelpatch.
She seemd nervious while looking around them. The tall tom meowed "Is something wrong Kestrelpatch?"
His voice sounded polite.Looking before them,Nightwave seemd to be observing the sky and the trees in front of the group,making sure nothing wasn't attacking them. He looked over at the two younger cats "You two stay close,we are almost at the border with two legs. Flintstrpe,I don't want you to cause any trouble." The mentioned tom was Nightwaves past apprentice as I already said.He rememberd that this tom had a trait of a troublemaker Nightwave once had himself when he was his age. That was why he worried much about the dark tom. He then looked at Aspencloud with cocern 2You too young lady.Stay close."

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Lightly laughing at her friend's scolding, she nodded and hopped over closer to the heart of their pack. Flintstripe's light green eyes rolled when she flicked his nose with her tail, but she quickly returned to her usual serious attitude. It took her about two steps for each of Nightwave's one, but if she were to complain for any reason, she'd be no better than an apprentice.

Under the gray sky with minimal tree cover, Aspencloud couldn't help but feel unnerved, but not afraid. There were just more factors to keep track of, was all. No big deal.

Blinking, she lifted her muzzle to catch a scent on the breeze.Whatever was around definitely came in loud and clear, thanks to all of the uninterrupted air about them. The party as a whole took notice. A fair trade, no cover from predators, but you could tune in to what was about to nab you miles before they could scrape you up.

So she respectfully continued to follow, head high and ears stubbornly pointed. She hadn't much to say at all.

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Flintstripe let out a somewhat irritated snort and shoved Aspencloud lightly with one of his paws. Unbelivable! Even long after him becoming a warrior, Nightwave still treated him like a kit! It's almost as if he didn't know who he was; the son of a great leader! Then again, he too was also the son of a leader, albeit not as great as the mighty Sorrelstar, but Sparkstar wasn't much to sneeze at either.

"Whatever, man." He grumbled with a light and polite smile. He pushed himself ahead of his childhood friend and began to fall into pace slightly behind his former mentor, Nightwave. His eyes were fixed upon the branches of the trees, worried that they could all could just be dive bombed by a pack of killers. He took in a few harsh sniffs as if to announce he was looking for danger, only to abandon this effort to look at the she cat leading the patrol. He'd heard from somewhere that at one point she was a candidate for becoming their clan's new deputy after their own Slatestripe had vanished and although he wasn't really a fan of their leader's policies most of the time, he simply couldn't help but respect the brown and white cat even if it was only a small shred.

Those thugs better not try anything while we're out here! We'll make sure that it's them watching their backs instead of us watching ours!

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At Flintstripes words,Nightwave rolled his eyes with a grin on his face. Desame as always,Flintstripe was one of those heliked to tease. But the current situation wasn't really for teasing. He looked over at Aspencloud. Seeing she did her best to keep up made him want to smile. She reminded him of an apprentice. Young cats these days would find it very offensive tho. He turned his blue gaze at the partys leader and spoke to her "Maybe we should slow down a bit...it would be smart to spare some energy for a fight...if there will be one afcourse" While looking down at her,the large tom held his ears perked up and his muscles tense,his tail twiching at every sound.

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Kestrelpatch's eyes still held a amused gleam to them from her patrol members interactions. When Nightwave brought up the idea of slowing in case of a battle she agreed, "Ah! Of course," and began to slow her steps to a slow but alert pace. She hadn't even taken into consideration that walking so quickly could burn precious energy and realized just how off her game she was. Normally she would've known such a simple tip and she became distracted with thinking over every little tip she had learned over her time as a warrior. Her tail began to twitch as well but her tail was twitching in deep thought, her earlier cautiousness dimmed as other thoughts clouded her head.

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Aspencloud respectfully slowed her pace. Of course, she was confident tat she could be flying through these woods and not break a sweat, but you know, respect your elders and whatnot. The temporary laugh that she caught in the stoic tom's blue eyes was a rare sight to see, at least in the time that she knew him. She recalled many times that Nightwave would poke some fun at him... and admittedly, that was likely where she picked up her habit of messing with Flintstripe.

"This should also give us a good chance to truly know where we are," she agreed, her olive eyes sweeping the thinning forest left and right, "If we can analyze the surroundings, it should give us a far higher chance of survival here."

She knew in her heart of hearts that none of them even had a sliver of a chance to die. Not today. Even if it were some lie she force-fed herself, she was confident in all of their abilities. What were some batty, malnourished rogues to the powerful claws of seasoned warriors? She and Flintstripe had only seen two winters, and they were in their prime.

She nodded to Nightwave before catching up to Kestrelpatch, who was already looking up and down the clawed tree trunks. Her orange eyes were even more focused than hers- it was no surprise why she was one of Crookedstar's candidates for deputy.

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Flintstripe rolled his eyes at Nightwave's request with a light smile. He was like, what? 50 moons old? And he gets tired that easily? What a geezer! However, these thoughts quickly died out as he realized how much energy it took to keep up with the two she-cats. He decided to keep his mouth shut rather than give his former mentor a hard time; that'd run him the risk of being demolished with banter from all sides!

Flintstripe fell into the group's slower pace, ending up slightly behind Nightwave as he did so. He figured he better watch their rear in case of any ambush that may occur, and besides; he'd much rather be teased by a seasoned warrior than his smug, seemingly kit-like friend.

"Maybe we better take these jokes down a notch; this is a patrol, not a gathering. We need to stay more alert, I think." Flintstripe redirected as politely as he could, his eyes fixed upon a random spot in the trees above him with intense curiosity.

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After a few moments of thinking the orange and black she-cat managed to clear her head and calm herself, she was a Shadowclan warrior for Starclan's sake why should some wild kittypets scare her. However when Kestrelpatch sniffed carefully at the base of a tree that had been clawed she still hoped it would only carry Shadowclan maybe Riverclan scents. Her eyes narrowed when her hopes were wrong, whoever had made these marks was not a clan cat and they had been here quite recently, keeping her head down she looked around for other trees with the same markings and saw a few nearby trees carried them as well. Looking up she noticed Aspencloud had come up beside her so she waved her tail around gesturing to the trees that were clawed feeling her tail fluff a little as she did so. She was about to inform them to watch themselves as an enemy was nearby when Flintstripe spoke. Turning her attention to him to agree she took notice that his gaze was turned upwards to the trees so she followed his stare with her own and she saw narrowed eyes glaring back at her. As more then one pair was spotted her ears flattened defensively and she prepared for a fight the was most likely on their paws.

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Noticing the claw marks all around the place,Nightwave bit his lip with a frown. Those sons of...How dare thdy to touch their teritory. His eyes narrowed at the sound in the tree tops. He raised his gaze and spotted a large grey tabby tom staring at the group. Nightwave let out a loud growl. While turning his gaze for a moment,he noticed that his party mates were looking up at the other tree. He followed Kestrelpatches glance and spotted another cat with a blood thirsty stare.
The large tom smirked and turned his gaze back at the tabby, which was madly hissing at the group. Nightwave growled trough his smirk while his claws stratched the ground "Bring it on!..."
He looked at his past apprentice Flintstripe and the younger female Aspencloud. Flintstripe was the tom Nightwave was proud of. He teached him everything he found important. The way he gazed at him was the look full of concern and proud. Hoping he will make him proud once more. Aspencloud seemd to be the fast female. He wasn't sure about her kicks,but as long as Flintstripe,Kestrelpatch and Nightwave himself were here,nothing won't harm nor her nor anyone else.
"Kestrel....call me if you need help with that guy. I'll handle the tabby dung!"
He said before mentioning "And most important,don't get killed and have fun"
Nightwave was a passionate fighter. Many,such as Flintstripe would say that he enjoyed fighting,which was why he often smirked during the fight. As the tabby jumped in front of him,Nightwave let out a loud,deep raoar after which the tabby enemy growled. The two began to fight.

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A shifty tom with a rugged mug flashed from the corner of Aspencloud's eye, causing the she-cat to aptly. His heavy paws thudded effectively to the ground. She spotted the blue eyes of Nightwave widen for a moment, freezing for only a split second before Aspencloud proved his worries wrong. Turning her intense focus back on to the hulking blob of a rogue, she saw his fiery eyes narrow when he lunged yet again. A lot of evasive maneuvers would be required for this match up... sure, his paws were plodding and strong, but the swings came slow enough to be avoidable for even cats like elders. The blood began to roar in her ears, the sound of battle, when she locked herself with diligence into the terrifying art of a fight.

She would hit the grass, roll to the left, and land light one-claw paths through the storm cloud fur. She was frustrated that she wasn't landing any substantial damage, but what could she say? Her aptitude always rested heavily with hunting techniques, rarely traditional ShadowClan tactics. Tuning in to the grumblings of the tom, she for a moment zoned out to observe Nightwave land one of his legendary bites to the tabby attacker. She didn't know why she had looked up in that moment, and stubbornly dragged her mind back out of the gutter. What a novice move! She hadn't seriously fought in quite awhile, yet she still felt the softness in skill in her very paws.

Aspencloud saw the claws a second too late. A bee sting scratch connected with her muzzle. A line of russet beads began to spill from the shit fur about her face. She flinched, reeling back, but quickly reassured herself that it wouldn't scar. She had to keep going, rolling with the punches. Her eyes stung with fury, but she had once again sided to fight smart instead of hard. Cockiness made itself known by the fat look on his face, but his moldering teeth looked sharper all of a sudden... what was this, fear? But she had nothing to be afraid of!

The thing (she decided to put the rouge on a pedestal lower than that of a fellow feline) made a gambit to her right flank, his bear paws thundering on the earth ripped grasses and dirt between his claws. She was surprised to find that the tom was going for a biting attack! What a foolhardy way to go about her.

Then again, she was young. All too willing at times to make hasty moves. She remembered her father bragging to others about her decision making skills, but she had only seen two winters. She decided to meet the tom on his challenge. Dipping left, she weaved like a mongoose to reach the ferocious rougue's face.

With a battle cry, she leapt and landed her forepaws on his scruffy face, avoiding his jaws and taking him to the ground. Whenever she had fought, her blood would always grow cold with a too-intense wave of anxiety, but she had been forced to work through it all. She knew how to be a good soldier.

Swatting the tom across the face over and over, she clamped down on an ear with frenzied hunger. She wasn't about ready to give up a second home to these fiends. Not another littermate would die at the jaws of these things.

Jarring her back to reality, she felt the heavy tom wrench from her grip, taking his ear with him. He stared her down with crazy eyes. Though she felt herself shaking in her pelt, she decided to add a word in.

"Next time you pick a fight, you should probably have something to fight for."

Battle truly was unpredictable, eh? It was probably one of the things that she hated the most about it. Even with the most meticulous planning, you could still wind up dead.

When she saw the cat dauntlessly barrel her way once more, she couldn't help but freeze.

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Flintstripe had been simply dumbfounded when rouges came rushing at them from the shadows; it seemed almost as if they had been coming from outta nowhere! They had gotten the jump on everybody and they were immediately put at a disadvantage over them despite being in an organized group. This feeling of being at a disadvantage was all too familiar to the dark furred tom; all he could remember his clans doing was running away and getting kicked out of places where they truly belonged and this feeling was being thrown down upon him once again, taking him back to when the Wicked had attacked; where his family had been snuffed out like a small fire near a river and that came from them being brave and loyal.

He knew what was the technical right thing to do; to fight for his clan even though it would cost him his life, but he wasn't feeling like that now. Actually, he rarely felt that sort of fierce protectiveness with his clanmates. Worry lead to weakness and weakness lead to death and that was simply a fact of nature. His eyes darted about their little area, looking for Aspencloud so that he could drag that feather weight of a friend to safety.

"Hey, Aspencloud! Let's get outta he-" He started, however, his words were soon caught in his throat. A massive beastly cat was barreling towards the familiar grey she-cat. He was feeling slightly irritable towards her, however, he quickly concluded that this freezing up was due to the fact that he was a female. It was his job to keep her safe.

Extending his claws, he charged into the scrub with all of his might, infuriated that a cat like that would attack a girl on her own like that. His erratic shove had proven effective and even slightly dazed the colossal creature. On the outside, Flintstripe looked to be a wiry, spindly guy with no force packed behind him, however, this wasn't the case; despite outward appearances, his strength was a true force to be reckoned with.

"Don't you dare lay a claw on her!" He roared, pinning the tom monetarily onto his side. "Do you have any self respect?! If you gotta fight anyone, don't just go for the petite she-cat you hulking coward!" He scolded, quickly lifting a paw to scratch at the cat's vulnerable face. This was a rather massive mistake, however, as this moment of weakness had allowed the rouge to break free and to reposition himself at a more optimal battle spot. Fintstripe's infuriated look now had an element of outrage to it as well.

"Oh! So you wanna play rough do ya?!" He started with a chuckle. "Alright big guy, let's see what you've got!" He taunted as they both began to subtly circle each other.

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Kestrelpatch had managed to side jump in time to avoid being crushed by a cat jumping from the trees above her but she didn't get far enough away to avoid getting a good blow across her face. The force of the blow sent her staggering and she managed to clear her head right as the opponent, who she now realized was a sturdy looking she-cat, was practically on top of her. Sliding to face her the two she-cats were soon in a fighting ball of claws and fangs both hissing and spitting at each other when they broke apart before going at it again. Kestrelpatch leaped at her opponent and attempted to squish her but the rouge seemed to know what was coming and slid out of the way so instead of crushing her enemy Kestrelpatch focused on landing without tripping. As soon as her front paws hit the ground she turned and she glared at the opposing she-cat who almost looked confident. They got into another fighting ball and the rouge managed to get a hold of Kestrelpatch's scruff shaking it violently throwing the losing she-cat off even more. This cat knew how how to fight like a clan cat but had no code to follow that could be bad.

When Kestrelpatch managed to get herself loose her first free moments were spent regaining her senses and the rouge she-cat wanted her to have no chance of that so she rushed at her again pushing her paws against Kestrelpatch with enough force to almost send her rolling. "This cat's got to have some weakness right? I can't let a half-starved rouge beat me like this!" she thought angrily and truthfully a little nervously to herself as she hurried to get up. Pressing her ears flat against her head when the she-cat charged again Kestrelpatch switched to Shadowclan tactics and leaped at the nearest tree pressing her hind legs off it well turning and headed straight at her target who seemed a little surprised and didn't dodge quickly enough which landed her with a very angry Shadowclan she-cat on top of her hissing furiously. Narrowing her eyes when the rouge started kicking at her belly with her claws out instead of crying out as her belly began to bleed rather lightly Kestrelpatch brought up her paw with claws out and brought it down across the she-cats face leaving four red marks across the she-cats muzzle. She'd had just about of this cat and the disorientation that came from her attacks, "Leave and take you rat-hearted friends with you!" she screeched at the outraged looking she-cat.

In response to Kestrelpatch's demand the rouge she-cat summoned some hidden force and managed to kick Kestrelpatch over her head leaving the now breathless she-cat on the ground wheezing and scrambling to stand up, "Great Starclan I am never gonna hear the end of this if I get beaten..." she though to herself bitterly as she got up. This was a lot more difficult then she had thought it would be these cat seemed to know some clan moves and seemed to really know how to use their claws. Staring down her opponent they began to circle and size each other up again both tails waving irritably both judging how far to jump.

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The moment he layed his claws on the rouge,Nightwave began madly clawing his neck. Shit! He thought. This guy is as fluffy as a freaking bear! The fur made it harder to claw the skin under it. Yet,Nightwave cotinued to strike.He digged his fangs into rouges shoulder.Both cats were loudly growling and roaring at eachother.The rouge tom was fiercly clawing Nightwaves belly and chest while being pinned against the ground. Nightwave growled with mouth full of rouges blood. His chest was bleeding badly after a few rouges strokes. He then swung his paw and clawed the other males frowning face,making a deep wound over the left side of his face.
He was both,filled with rage and adrenaline while looking down at the enemy. The tabby tom was covered in old scars and mud all over. His amber eyes were full of hate and rage. The long claws,covered in dry mud and Nightwaves blood were madly swinging around the light tom.

Fur and blood were flying around the fighting ball. It seemd like the fight will never end, Two large toms were both fiercly fighting as if there is no tomorow.
Nightwave was slightly bigger which gave him the an advantage and opportunity to easier keep the rouge under him. Yet,the Shadowclanner soon heard the loud souds of growling and cats screaming around him. Hoping that the oud sound wasn't comming out of his clanmates troaths,Nightwave turned his head to check were they all okay.He let his guard down and earned a kick in the face.

The rouge mennaged to get up after it and loudly hissed at the bigger tom,which was smirking at him.Nightwave seemd to be pleased with the other males strugling.He growled trough his smirk and waited for the tom to attack him until the rouge threw himself on Nightwave.The Shadowclans warrior easily mennaged to trow the other male off of him by kicking his belly with his legs.
They were both on their feet now,so another fight started.

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Kestrelpatch belongs to LilMissShanaynay .
Nightwave belongs to AppleJaneBlack .
Flintstripe belongs to Kracken-Of-the-Sea .
Aspencloud belongs to me.

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Points:
Activity Check (Before the Rule Change): 30
TOTAL: 30 POINTS

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