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im not offended and i dont need to read the rules, its just im new to warrior cats and i cant understand the stuff ur saying

grr no i mean i know about all the rules and i dont need them again, its just WARRIOR CATS IM NEW TO!!!![/size not the rules!!!!!

shadow-wolf wrote:grr no i mean i know about all the rules and i dont need them again, its just WARRIOR CATS IM NEW TO!!!! not the rules!!!!!

I will take it from here, Alias.

Please do not get mad.
It is a fact that you have broken a rule.
"-Do not RP someone else's character without their permission. This means that you can not have someone else's character be moved by your rule. It is their character, not yours!"

So, here is a bad example of breaking this rule.
"Alex swiped at Jaegar, hitting him and pummeling him to the ground."

Here is what you said:
"...and swiped at the cat's eye and scarred it..."

You see, it is the owner of the character's decision if your cat actually scarred my cat's eye or not, it cannot be yours. That's like me suddenly damaging your cat to the point that I say your cat is nearly dead. You wouldn't like that, right? Well I may not like the fact that you wanted my cat to have a scar on its face, thus why this is a rule to be prevented. I play my cat, you play yours. Yes?

The full example of the bad versus good is located here: http://game.webearthonline.com/phpbb/vi ... p?f=7&t=26

If you have trouble understanding the Warriors series, I would suggest you ask (Or Google it) next time so people can either tell you or provide you links with the information you need.

Ravenfeather skidded to a halt as the WindClan leader hit the ground, not wishing to fall as well. He snarled at Onestar's words, tail lashing, and readied himself for his next attack. Suddenly, he gasps, taken aback at the speed the leader is on his feet and for a moment, he's sure those thorn-sharp claws are destined to embed themselves in his face. There's no time to run, and the black and white cat braces himself for unbearable pain, but there is none. That's when he sees the she-cat launch herself at Onestar. Relief floods the tom, and in no time he sees Thunderstrike has caught their enemy, leaving him helpless. Ravenfeather growls and leaps at the leader, aiming to pin him down with unsheathed claws and possibly subdue him. The back of Onestar's neck would be an easy target, but something manages to hold Ravenfeather back, even in his adrenaline-crazed state.

(... I have catching up to do. ._. This RP sure moves fast...)
Cedarleaf felt his fur grow hot with embarresment at the thought of hiss own teacher seeing him being beaten by his smaller and much more annoying sister. Just as Springsand got off of him and began to crow about her amazing well timed skills of Brother-Embarresment, he swiped her ears to keep her quiet. She turned to mouth him off, but he shushed again, this time eyes wide and staring at the etrance. The two stared at it, the she-cat in confusion, and the male with dread- until he heard screeching. Cedarleaf spat and dashed towards the entrance. I just had to pick the best time to goof off... great.
Springsand remained frozen in shock as her brother raced for the entrance, but another pained battle screech had her on her feet and running right after him. Just as she was barreling through the entrance, another cat came running into her, pushing her backwards until they both tumbled back into camp. The she-cat narrowed her eyes at the other, about to snarl at her to watch where she was going, only to find herself staring at the figure of an unfamiliar pale brown tabby tom(Random NPC). For a moment she thought it was just another Thunderclan cat, but this cat smelled like heather and dirt and rabbits- ver unfamliar. Just as she was about to question him, the tabby took one look at her and lunged straight for her neck. Springsand screeched in shock as unsheathed claws tore at her shoulders, just managing to bit down on one of the tabbycat's legs. The tom spat and dashed away from her, allowing her to regain her feet before he lunged at her again with lightning-fast speed. The tom growled right into her ears this time. "This'll teach you soft outsiders what it means to fight like a real warrior." Then his teeth were buried deep into her front leg, causing the pale colored she-cat to yowl out in agony. She barely had the right mind to bring forth her hind legs, tearing her claws into the tom's head and ears this time. He simply leaned back just far enough to be out of the she-cat's reach, and held a smug grin on his lithe face.
His smugness didn't last long as another and much angrier tom with dark brown fur barrelled into his back, sending the two into a tumble of hissing and pelt-tearing madness. Springsand jumped to her feet must fast this time, having learned her lesson, and watched in fascination as her brother sent the blood of another cat splattering onto the dust. Her surprise turned to an angry annoyance at herself for needing her brother to rescue her out of tough situations, and when the enemy warrior had Cedarleaf pinned down she impulsively snatched his tail into her jaws and yanked with all her force. The tom screetched in surprise and rolled off of the darker brown tomcat, sneering at the two cats who were now advancing on him. He hesitated for a few more moments before turning and dashing back outside of the camp, to where the battle was at its worst. Springsand turned in relief to examine her brother- he had gained a now bleeding scratch right above his eyes, and a painful looking scratch on his flank. Her brother gave her shoulder a concerned once-over, but she simply shrugged off his concerned gaze and ran back towards the entrance with her brother only a few steps behind.

Ravenfeather blinked at Thunderstrike's speech, surprised to hear such a strong thing from him. In his moment of distraction, he didn't see the rogue leader barreling towards he and Onestar. Ravenfeather just got a glance of the bloodlust-controlled face of Betel, and that was all he needed to see. The lithe black tom leapt back, amber eyes wide. He was sure the huge brown cat was going to snap Onestar's neck right there, but instead he seemed to be getting the other to his feet. Ravenfeather bristled, readying himself to attack Onestar again, but suddenly he felt claws rake his flank. He yowled, whipping around and backing up a few steps.

Leopardstar gave a satisfied snarl at the black tom's pain. "You didn't think it'd be so easy to leave me in the dirt, did you?" Her voice is dripping with scorn, and even now the three claw-marks under her right eye are wet with blood. Hind paws digging into the earth, Leopardstar launches herself at Ravenfeather. He darts to the side, but not quick enough to escape the full blow, and she catches him on the shoulder. They circle each other now, daring the other to strike. It seems they have similar minds, because the two make their move at exactly the same time. RiverClan and ThunderClan meet on hind legs, like wolves snapping at each other for some opening. Ravenfeather manages to push her back and then snatch the loose fur on the side of her neck, but he's winded, and soon enough she's done the same. They drop to their forepaws now, breathing heavily through mouthfuls of fur. Ravenfeather is the first to act, biting down hard for a moment then leaping back, swiping at her muzzle on the way. She yowls and follows, shoving him to the ground. Expecting a struggle, the she-cat pins him down with all her strength, but Ravenfeather has gone limp. They're both bleeding heavily from their necks, and the move is not fully an act on the black tom's part. He lays there panting, eyes narrowed at her. "Plan on killing me or something?" he snarls with what little breath he has left. The RiverClan leader is in no better shape, but her claws still pinch him as he speaks.

((OOC: Lol I don't know what to do with these two from here. Maybe knocking her off Raven would help me a bit. I don't plan on her losing a life by just battling him or anything.))

Springsand leapt and whirled around the battling cats, her brother near her side. The two managed to fend off the few attackers who tried to take one of them on- two cats clearly made it more threatening. She suddenly spotted an oddly golden pelt and watched as her brother let out an angry snarl and leapt onto the other's bacl. Only after watching her brother attempt to bring down the powerful looking cat did Springsand notice the blackish pelt of her teacher at the claws of the other, his pelt now clumps with bits of blood in certain areas. She bared her teeth and grabbed the shecat's tail, bringing down the already unbalanced golden cat, along with her brother. Her eyes widened as she saw the bloodlust strewn across Cedarleaf's face, and she watched him as he gripped tightly down on the other's throat. Is he... going to kill her? She heard the other she-cat begin to gurgle for air, and she hastily swiped her brother's shoulder with a sheathed paw to knock him off.
Cedarleaf bared his teeth and hissed at his sister, wondering why she had stopped him from teaching the other warrior a lesson. He turned his heated glare onto the enemy she-cat, who was now crouched on the forest floor breathing heavily for air, blood spilling from her recent wounds at the base of her neck. He blinked, the anger diminishing slightly, but he felt no regret. He had only pretended that it was another cat in her place, and the bloodlust had come so easily... and I welcomed it. He had almost killed another cat, if only to protect his new clanmate. Shouldn't I at least... care that I almost killed her?

Ravenfeather's head is spinning, and it's all he can do to keep breathing with the weight of Leopardstar on his chest. His vision dims, taken away by the wound on his neck, flank and shoulder that leak his life-sustaining blood onto the ground. Then, without knowing how, he can breath, and the sounds of battle return to him with a headache-inducing force. He rolls onto his side and coughs, spitting out blood and staggering to his paws. He forces him to look to the left and gasps. Cedarleaf had Leopardstar by the throat!
He's about to call out when Springsand, like an answered prayer from StarClan, dashes forward and swipes at her brother. Ravenfeather sighs in relief as the brown tom drops the RiverClan leader, leaving her coughing on the ground. The black tom steadies himself and limps forward. Despite the fury still raging in Cedarleaf's eyes, Ravenfeather presses his forehead to his shoulder and manages a feeble, "Thank you." Then he turns his amber gaze to the frail RiverClan she-cat and growls.

Leopardstar's breathing is ragged, and she fears the worst is happening. With a panicked glance at the three ThunderClan cats, she slumps to the ground. A senior warrior may have witnessed a leader losing a life as Leopardstar did now. She looked and acted as dead as anything, but in truth she was only being stripped of one of her precious lives. The event to her seemed like over an hour, but in the real world, it was no more than a minute before she struggled to her paws again. Her deputy and another young warrior of RiverClan seem to have spotted her in her weak state and now they stand protectively one each flank, holding her up. The deputy raises their tail and yowls an order of retreat, sending a infuriated glare at Cedarleaf, Ravenfeather and Springsand.
"This isn't over!" he snarls, and helps his leader away. Soon all of the RiverClan warriors are backing into the undergrowth, leaving their WindClan allies to fend for themselves.

((OOC: tl;dr Leopardstar lost a life and RiverClan retreated.))

Cedarleaf steadied himself when his teacher murmered his thanks, watching with a mildly curious expression as the golden cat began to cough up more and more blood before going still. He blinked and cocked his head, resembling a curious kitten who had just seen snow for the first time- while Springsand stood gaping at the dead-like state the golden cat was in. She was even more horrified at the fact that her brother wasn't even remotely concerned- that taking the life of another was just so naturual... she nearly passed out from shock when the golden cat stumbled back onto her feet and retreated, along with the other fish-smelling cats. He sneered at one of the stranger's empty threats as he left, flanking the golden she-cat. "I'll be waiting," he spat back, before nuzzling his teacher's neck to check for wounds.
Springsand on the other hand, was having a much more difficult time at getting a grip on the fact that, yes, she had just seen her brother kill another cat and not give a rat's tail- but then the other cat had to come back to life? She gaped a few times, trying to digest this new fact, before spitting curses of 'What the heck was that' and leaping back into the fray, the lingering scent of fish all that was left of the Fish-cats.

Ravenfeather sighs and blinks. His vision is blurring again, but he fights it. He coughs again and shakes his head, trying to clear his muddle thoughts, knowing that he is a prime target but this headache is so stubborn. And all he wants is to lie down right there and give into the tiredness in his limbs. The black cat barely registers the soft prodding at his neck, but he can smell Cedarleaf and Springsand, so he doesn't worry. He feels like he's underwater, and the sounds of battle are so dim but he's so sure, so sure...
Ravenfeather hits the ground with a hard thud, and he's left alone in the darkness that threatens to overcome him.

Suddenly and without warning, the battle had escalated. Mink could hear yowls and screeches on all sides of him, some familiar and some not. He tensed his muscles and set himself on full alert, eyes peeled for anyone whom he needed to dig his claws into. He swung around as he detected the sound of footsteps behind him, and unsheathed his claws. A quick whiff of the air confirmed the scent of a RiverClan cat. He gave a low growl and prepared for a scuffle, but to his confusion the cat simply darted past him. Were they retreating, so soon after the battle had started? 'Huh. I would have expected them to put up more of a-' He was cut off mid-thought as something heavy slammed against his ribcage, sending him flying into a tree trunk.

He gasped for air and struggled to his feet in time to see a tawny-coated feline(NPC) looming over him, preparing another blow. He scowled, this cat got a lucky shot in finding him distracted like that; it wouldn't be quite so easy for the stranger from here on out. He waiting patiently for the cat to bring down his paw, claws outstretched, before the charcoal-coated tomcat countered by biting down as hard as possible on the appendage. The enemy cat screeched something horrible and tried to yank it's paw away, but Mink held fast, his teeth deepening the wound as the other cat struggled. As his opponent lunged forward with jaws open Mink tugged back, aiming to dodge. He didn't manage to pull this off quite so well as hoped, however, and he soon felt the other cat's fangs digging into the flesh of his front right leg. He yowled and finally released his grip on his foe's paw, reeling back and raising his front left paw to rake ivory claws along the other cat's face. Not as close to the jugular as Mink would have liked, but it sufficed in prompting the cat to release him and limp hurriedly away from him into the underbrush. Mink decided not to follow, and instead attend his own wounds; that cat would now be little challenge for any other cat he crossed paths with.

He assessed his wound; it was painful, but he could walk. Wasting no time he decided to set off for the den in the center of the territory to see how the rest were faring, and also to possibly regroup with his companions.