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  • #4794
    Hareflight [Mel]
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    ~ Creekfrost, RiverClan Warrior ~

    Creekfrost let out an angered snarl as Oakpath leapt towards him, claws bared. The grey tom backed up to avoid his swipes, but he dug his claws into the ground to hold his ground. As he did this, he suffered a sharp strike to his muzzle from the other tom and let out a hiss, flinching back. As Oakpath swiped out once more, Creekfrost ducked, throwing his weight firmly into the ThunderClan warrior with a shout. “Keep your deputy off our territory!” He snarled in response, ears flattening against his skull. Hoping his shove would throw the other warrior off-balance enough to create a break in his slashing, Creekfrost leapt forward, attempting to gain the upper-hand by landing on top of the other warrior.

    Tail slashing the air behind him, Creekfrost risked a glance to find his apprentice, only to find her being barreled into by a full-grown warrior. A growl rose in his throat at this, but his icy gaze fixed back on the warrior he was fighting currently. Trust in her, he told himself, she’ll call if she needs you. With that said, his attention was now fixed thoroughly on Oakpath once more, lips curled up over his teeth. 


    ~ Dreamfeather, ThunderClan Warrior ~

    Dreamfeather’s ginger fur was fluffed up to make her look twice her size, but this didn’t make her feel any braver as she faced off with Stormstride. For a moment, she thought he wasn’t going to attack her. But then, his posture changed, and he leaped. Her emerald eyes widened in fear as he propelled himself towards her. She toppled backwards as he lunged into her and she let out a yelp as his claws dug into her pelt. Hissing, she wildly tried to kick her legs out at him, trying to scratch him enough to get him off her. She said nothing out loud, but her heart was beating quickly and her mind was running a million miles a minute.

    Oh stars, was this how she was going to die? Being attacked by a RiverClan warrior over some fish? What if Softglow needed her help and she was trapped here, fighting this warrior? What if she died here without ever getting to see Eveningstorm again? Gritting her teeth, she put more weight into her kicks, lips curling as she snarled. “Get off of me!

    #4798
    Hollystar
    Participant
    H O L L Y S T A R

    Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion around Hollystar. This would be her first battle as a leader. Had her decisions lead up to this point? If she hadn’t appointed Kass as her deputy, would they be in this mess? The ebony molly felt like she was drowning. She knew Kass would cause some conflict, but had she doomed Thunderclan to an eternity of fighting? Had she failed her clan as a leader? Hollystar had been a fairly confident leader up until this moment, but now doubt flooded her mind. 

    Wisteriastar’s voice snapped Hollystar back to reality. She was sending for reinforcements. Stop self loathing and pull yourself together! Your clan is under attack! she scolded herself. The leader’s mind raced, and she suddenly caught a glimpse of Hawkpaw. Despite her being furious with him, she had an idea for him. “Hawkpaw! I need you to find some of the patrols that went out! Alert the rest of camp that Riverclan is attacking in case there are cats resting in the dens!” she ordered firmly. Starclan, please let this apprentice listen to me for once, she prayed to herself. 

    Before Hollystar could strategize any further, Wisteriastar was staring her straight in the eyes. Her apology sent shivers down Hollystar’s spine. The Thunderclan leader kicked herself for the fact that she hadn’t brushed up on her battle training in a little while. She was in for it. “I understand,” she muttered under her breath, and braced herself for the blow of the larger she-cat. Suddenly she was tumbling backwards, the unforgiving ground battering her body. Wisteriastar had then pinned her down, and she felt an excruciating pain her shoulders. Hollystar winced. How was she supposed to overpower the larger Riverclan leader?! She maneuvered one of her back legs underneath the she-cat, and unsheathed her claws. She kicked upwards at other molly’s stomach. It wasn’t enough power to throw her off, but at least she was able to draw some blood with her back claws. She tried to squirm away, but it just made Wisteriastar’s claws dig deeper into her. Hollystar bared her teeth at the Riverclan leader, her mind racing to figure out what her next move would be. 

    #4799
    Finch
    Participant

    Sootstain’s attack on Kass set off a chain reaction, and the grey tom had a split-second of shock when Wisteriastar confirmed what he suspected; that this encounter had devolved into a battle. If it had been up to him, perhaps he would have simply allowed Kass to give Sootstain a few scars and call things even, but… the she-cat was obviously out for more than that. With the two leaders facing off, and the ThunderClan deputy ignoring the code as blatantly as expected, the grey tom bristled furiously.

    They were hopelessly outnumbered here in the ThunderClan camp, and Heronflight sent a short prayer to Starclan that Yellowtail would arrive back with reinforcements as quickly as possible. With that, he snarled, circling around Kass while she was distracted with that idiot Sootstain. The dumb fool couldn’t be blamed for loosing his temper, really, but his actions could cost lives here. Most likely, his own, by going after the rogue on his own.

    Not being the strongest fighter, Heronflight relied heavily on tactics and stamina in battle. His main advantage was the light-footing his build gave him, and he was quickly situated in the RiverClanner’s blind spot. Eyes narrowing in on her stance, he flew forward, claws outstretched to grab onto her shoulders as soon as she pounced towards Sootstain.

    #4801
    Chris
    Participant

    In a moment of chance, the tom named Yellowtail flashed past him and the coal-furred Apprentice selected some choicest words to express his frustration. He spun on his heels ready to pursue the evidently klutzy Warrior but he stopped short when Hollystar of all cats called his name.

    It took him a moment to find her amid the clashing bodies. She was fighting Wiseriastar, of course. Leader on Leader. Would one of them die? If they did, would they return as it was told to him in the stories? He had no chance to find out, as the Leader of his own Clan beseeched him. He narrowed his flame-colored eyes, but then he thought of Chanterellepaw who might be on one of those patrols. If the reinforcements surprised them…

    He ducked a nod at Hollystar, and dashed out at an urgent pace.

    #4802
    Phena
    Participant

    Tigerstrike – ThunderClan Warrior

    StarClan, this was dull. On the opposite side of ThunderClan territory, a border patrol made their rounds. Tigerstrike had not heard of the failed talks between ThunderClan and RiverClan. It was a normal day, so long as he was concerned. He woke up late that day; fortunately, Kass hadn’t placed him on any morning patrols. Unfortunately, he was on the most uneventful patrol of all time. They remarked the scent markers and stayed alert for intruders. Luckily, everything was quiet…

    Almost too quiet.

    The birds were dead silent. The leaves barely rustled. It wasn’t until the patrol made its way back up the ravine toward camp that he heard the crack of twigs and the heavy thuds of pawsteps. Tigerstrike’s yellow eyes narrowed and he parted his jaws to inhale deeply. There were no rival scents here; but there was a fresh cat-scent that did not belong to any of his patrolmates. Then, before he could react, he saw Hawkpaw sprinting at break-neck speed toward them. The broad, dark tabby lifted his tail to flag him down and stepped before him. “Hawkpaw!” The warrior called, surprise flitting across his face. “What are you doing?” What the hell WAS he doing? A part of him wanted to believe it was some sort of wacked stamina training Kass had given him, but his eyes were wide and his fur stood on end. Now that he was closer, Tigerstrike noticed blood trickling from hairless, wounded slashes on his tense frame. The unfamiliar but unmistakable stench of fresh blood hit his nose. Immediately, he unsheathed his claws and felt the fur across his spine prickle.

    “What happened?”

    • This reply was modified 6 months, 2 weeks ago by Phena.

    “Destiny isn't a path any cat follows blindly. It is always a matter of choice, and sometimes the heart speaks loudest. Listen to your heart, because that's where your true destiny lies.”
    - Leafpool

    #4804
    Tori
    Participant

    – W I S T E R I A S T A R – 

    The molly’s jaws parted in a fierce hiss as Hollystar raked the underside of her stomach with her hind claws in an attempt to dislodge her from her grip. She could feel the sting of the sensitive skin of her underbelly bleeding, but it wasn’t enough to get her to let go of the ThunderClan leader, who was trapped under her paws. Wisteriastar’s fiery eyes narrowed, she’d make her pay for that– that’s for sure. It was becoming clear to the RiverClan leader that the ebony she-cat seemed to be acting on the most basic of battle training from reflexive instinct warriors were taught from a young age, but it wouldn’t be a match for the calico warrior who had first trained in the brutal life of a rogue and then sharpened her skills as a RiverClan warrior. She felt a brief flash of pity for the other molly, for the differences between them in terms of battle skill would only continue to grow the longer the two of them faced one another, but this wasn’t the time to feel compassion for her opponent. After this battle, surely, ThunderClan would spice up their battle tactics more and then the black-furred leader could polish her ability to fight for herself. 

    As for now… Her focus had to be on the offensive.

    Wisteriastar kicked out with her own hind paws, catching Hollystar’s frantic lashing with the retaliation and knocking her off center, disrupting her ability to continue her propelling hind claws. Once she had, the calico she-cat twisted her forepaws, forcing the ThunderClan leader from laying down on her back to rotating her on her side, choosing to pin her down that way instead to further prevent having her stomach lashed at in defense. Fully confident now that she had the upper hand, it was time to counter attack. The RiverClan leader’s lip pulled back in a nasty snarl as she prepared to brace her weight once more on her upper body so that now her lower body was free to strike; her hind claws stretched out wide as she slammed her legs down again, connecting them harshly to the black feline’s flanks. Her back paws rotated unevenly down her side as they kicked out, maximizing the strength of each blow as she concentrated the power in each paw individually when they came back down one at a time. Wisteriastar’s sharp claws tore through skin effortlessly and loosely, and in the process, spilled an ugly amount of blood onto the floor of the ThunderClan camp below them. 

    #4805
    Wolfstar
    Participant

    Vinepaw of RiverClan

    Vinepaw strained her muscles to pounce after Creekfrost when a ThunderClan warrior attacked him, but was stopped when someone barreled into her, sending her sprawling in the dirt. “Oof!” She found herself staring into the face of a she-warrior; someone she didn’t recognize. The she-cat spat in her face, digging her claws into Vinepaw’s shoulders, and she winced in pain. She was about to spit out a comeback, but she was suddenly released. The ThunderClanner wasn’t paying attention to her anymore! It’s because I’m an apprentice. I’ll show her!

    Letting out an attack yowl, Vinepaw leaped in the air and landed on the she-cat’s back, digging her claws deep into her fur. She grabbed the back of her scruff in her teeth and bit down. Even though there weren’t many nerve endings in a cat’s scruff, it helped Vinepaw rank her hind claws down her opponents back. Take that!

    Oakpath of ThunderClan

    Oakpath only scoffed at Creekfrost’s accusation, but he didn’t answer. How could he, when he believed it to be true? But it didn’t matter at the moment. He only kept slashing at the gray tom, throwing all of his weight into each thrust. That proved to be the wrong move, however, when Creekfrost rushed forward and barreled into Oakpath, throwing him completely off balance. The ThunderClan tom grunted, snarling when he was pushed to the ground and the RiverClanner stood on top of him. For a few moments, the wind was knocked out of his chest and he gasped for breath. He could feel Creekfrost’s claws piercing his skin, but he ignored it. The gray warrior turned his attention away from Oakpath, and he narrowed his eyes.

    Oakpath didn’t follow Creekfrost’s line of sight, using the opportunity to slash at his belly with his hind claws, digging deep. He could feel tufts of fur being torn away from Creekfrost’s belly, and Oakpath snarled with triumph, giving the other tom’s belly one large thrust to knock him off. Free from Creekfrost’s grasp, he rolled back onto his legs and faced the other tom, his muscles bunching up as he awaited Creekfrost’s next attack move.

    #4806
    mahon [owl]
    Participant

    sootstain (riverclan warrior)

    The tom rolled with Kass, frustrated that she so easily brushed off his attack. Sootstain spat angrily at her words, his fur bristling. “If you’re not bound to our code why are you a deputy? Thunderclan must have really low standards.” The tom noticed Kass analyzing his strengths and weaknesses and realized he had to be more aware. Kass was trained in fighting away from the clans, meaning she had her own techniques and a certain ruthlessness that only rogues had. She would most likely be a much better fighter than him. I have to be more careful. He was tall and lanky, good with speed and had a decent amount of strength but Kass had more skill and experience. Eyes darting from her claws to her face, he tried to think of places to attack. 

    A sudden flash of red blinded his gaze, a stinging pain above his nose indicating that Kass had struck him. As he attempted to turn away, her claws dug into his side, causing him to let out a yelp of pain. Pushing the thunderclan deputy off of him, the tom blinked the blood from his eyes. That’s going to leave a mark. Growling, he lashed his tail in anger before approaching her without hesitation. With an impressive amount of force behind his pounce, the tom bowled Kass over, landing directly on top of her. Sootstain slashed at her cheeks and ears, wanting to see her bleed. “I wonder if anyone will come to help you.” He hissed in her ear, voice carrying a sadistically teasing tone. Moving away before he could be pushed off, the tom dug his nails into her hind legs. If she wanted to move away, she’d have to do so painfully. 

    softglow (thunderclan warrior)

    The pretty ginger tabby immediately shot her head up at the sounds of battle cries. Frantically, she exited the warrior den to see a mix of riverclan and thunderclan warriors fighting. Softglow looked around nervously, knowing that fighting wasn’t where her strengths lied. Shaky breaths escaped her lips as the feline quickly approached the battle, knowing that despite her own fears she had to defend her clan. The sound of her sister’s voice, however, stopped her for a moment. “Dreamfeather?!” She called back, looking for her sister among the flash of felines. When her green eyes spotted the ginger molly, Softglow prepared to fight side-by-side with her.

    However, her plans were derailed when she spotted the riverclan deputy, Heronflight, about to launch himself into battle with the leaders. From the looks of it, Hollystar would not be able to defend herself against the two powerful riverclanners. Taking a moment to glance at her sister who was fighting a riverclan warrior, Softglow took a nervous inhale before nodding to herself. Sister please forgive me. With a pounce, Softglow intercepted Heronflight’s attack, shoving him with her shoulder. Standing in a defensive position, she hissed at the tom, though her eyes still carried fear. She didn’t want to fight, and it seemed like most of riverclan didn’t either. She especially didn’t want to fight the kind-looking riverclan deputy, who would definitely overpower the smaller molly. Both out of fear of battle but also empathy to his situation. But Softglow had to do what she had to do. I’m smaller than him. Use that to my advantage. With a leap, the feline landed on top of the toms shoulders, digging her claws into his back so that he can’t reach her.

    plumpaw (thunderclan apprentice)

    The older apprentice froze when the battle began, eyes wide in shock and intrigue. He’d never seen a battle before, and it was definitely not what he expected. Still, the young thunderclanner was eager to prove himself a worthy warrior and quickly looked around to see what he could do. Noticing that Softglow and Heronflight were engaged in a fight, the red-furred apprenticed realized that Softglow would most likely lose. “I’ve got your back!” Without a moment to think, the tom quickly ran towards the riverclan deputy while Softglow jumped on top of him, attempting to strike at his face with his front paw.

    #4807
    Feared
    Participant

    Stormstride ~ RiverClan Warrior

    Pale yellow and green swirled eyes flared down at the she-cat as she stared up at him with a look of both surprise and terror as she stared up at him. Of course, his inner heart made him want to back off and release the she-cat from his grasp. He wasn’t the aggressive type, but in this situation his inner heart wasn’t going to help the situation. The sound of her sudden hiss caused his ears to stand upright in his own surprise before he felt the first kick to his stomach. Dreamfeather’s claws were outstretched but her kicks were so wild and quick that she was simply grabbing the thick fur and tearing it from the root. Gritting his teeth out of the pain that was caused from his fur being torn out, he looked down at her in annoyance. Clearly his attack had taken her by surprise as she was using the most basic moves that cats are taught as apprentices in order to defend herself.

    Small snarls were rippling from his throat as he looked down at the she-cat, her kicks were becoming harsher and quicker as she kicked at his stomach and chest. Kicking the air out of his lungs was a big blow to the tomcat, wheezing as he had no choice but to push himself away from her. Grumbling as his claws dug deeper into her shoulder blades as he pushed himself backwards while shaking his large cranium. “T-that was a l-low blow.” He gasped, coughing as he slowly began to regain his breath, although his eyes never left the she-cat.

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    Darkberry ~ ThunderClan Warrior

    She was simply surprised when she felt the sudden weight of the small she-cat against her back, Darkberry was taken back so much that her knees wavered slightly before she regained her posture. Ears pinned back against her crown as she listened to the fighting going on around her, pupils narrowing slightly as she felt the razor sharp talons of Vinepaw digging through her thick pelt to score against her skin. Warm fluid rushed throughout her white, black and grey speckled pelt, staining her white fur red with her own blood as the RiverClan apprentice raked her claws across her back. Oh, you little brat! She immediately thought, trying to swallow the yowl of pain that tickled the back of her throat, instead a loud and pained gasp left her pale lips.

    Darkberry could barely feel the teeth as Vinepaw bit into her scruff and tugged, being a mere millimeters from hitting the nerve within her scruff that would render her motionless. “Ah!” She gasped as her muscles spasmed with the nerve being slightly touched, causing her tail to lash with annoyance and pain before she pushed herself into an upright position. Now standing on her hind legs as she stood upright with Vinepaw still clinging to the back of her scruff, eyebrows furrowing as she grunted, beginning to fall backwards. Finally she felt both her body and the body of Vinepaw hit the forest floor with a slight thump, causing her to gasp as she used her weight to push down against the smaller cat in order to release her scruff. Twisting, she laid on her side as she gazed towards Vinepaw, eyes narrowing as she growled. Her blood was staining Vinepaw’s lips and paws from where she had racked her back, which was beginning to sting violently against the cool air. Hissing out of pain, she pushed herself into a standing position and with an outstretched claw she swiped against Vinepaw’s muzzle, her claws ripping through the fur and skin.

    #4808
    Peach
    Participant

    It’s too late for peace now! Riverclan leaders word echoed throughout the den of the medicine cat. War cried ringing in Peachblossoms small rounded ears. Tiny blue eyes peering into the camps clearing, slowly widening as Peachblossom took in the horrors that befell Thunderclan. Blood splattering the ground, felines at each other’s throats, this was the healers first battle, her first time seeing so much unnecessary blood spilled, and in her own home too. Eyes instantly searching for her leader, Hollystar, who was caught under the claws of Wisteriastar. It was hard for Peachblossom to watch, Wisteriastar was always so kind to her. Swallowing hard the small molly pressed herself to the back of her den, staggering breathes, she wanted to pass out. Not the time Peachy! She told herself, taking a sniff of her own herbs to calm her nerves before making the most logical move, prepare for the injured. Her paws moving swiftly as she took her bundles of fresh moss, adding them to the beds she already had made to give her more space. Preparing small bundles of cobweb, poppy seeds, and lavender next to each bed, she was going to have her paws full better to be over prepared then not at all, especially being the only healer in Thunderclan.

    Her eyes landed on her overstock of herbs, I wonder if Hickoryroot has enough prepared… She knew it was wrong to be thinking about another clan while hers was currently in a battle, but she’s couldn’t help it. Peachblossom at least had been training for her roll since kithood, Hickoryroot had just been thrown into the position of Medicine Cat. He had the stars to guide him but the stars only showed them so much, “Just in case.” She mewed softly to herself, preparing a small bundle of only truly necessary herbs, hiding them behind her own nest. Only once my clan mates are taken care of.

    Finished with her work Peachblossom took another look at the battle outside, wishing desperately to join and help but she knew Thunderclan needed her to be healthy and fully capable of healing everyone, joining the battle was not a smart decision for the untrained molly. Hopefully with the ruthless Kass and Hawkpaw they’d stand some sort of chance, she hated to admit it but they were two of the best fighters in their camp. Blue eyes falling on Plumpaw, who at leaped into the battle to help Softglow against Heronflght, You got this Plumpaw! Hoping her feelings would get through to her best friend and he’d come out of this unscathed.

    #4809
    Hareflight [Mel]
    Participant

    ~ Creekfrost, RiverClan Warrior ~

    Creekfrost’s face twisted in pain as Oakpath’s claws raked along his underbelly, tearing out chunks of fur. As he was shoved off, Creekfrost stumbled but gained his footing, eyes narrowing at the other warrior, tail lashing angrily. He tried to ignore Vinepaw’s fight out of the corner of his eye, but concern was building in his chest. Instead of looking, however, Creekfrost channeled this into his fighting and lurched forward, swiping his claws towards the ThunderClan warrior’s face. Creekfrost’s gaze was fixed on Oakpath, but his mind kept flicking back to his apprentice. Would she be okay? What kind of warrior would attack an apprentice? As if in response to his thoughts, Creekfrost let out a snarl, putting more force into his swipes against the ThunderClanner.

    ~ Dreamfeather, ThunderClan Warrior ~

    The ginger warrior was well aware she was reverting to the basics, she knew it. In her mind, she cursed herself for not brushing up on her fighting techniques even though there was no way she could ever have known about this battle. Still, it seemed her kicks were doing something, and she let out a pained yelp as he dug his claws deeper into her shoulders, pushing off of her. She rolled onto her feet, watching the RiverClan warrior with wide eyes, her own breath heavy as she watched him. Emerald eyes flickered to the tree nearby that she had noted previously. As he spoke, Dreamfeather glanced back at him. “Sorry,” she said softly – but after all, it was a battle. Sucking in a breath, she lurched forward to try and land a strike on his face, but didn’t wait to notice if it had landed before she was booking it to the tree.

    Was he behind her? Was he following her? Dreamfeather half expected to feel teeth clamping on her tail at any moment, and in anticipation, she pulled it closer to her body as she scrambled towards the tree. Risking a glance back, Dreamfeather slowed for only a moment as she looked back to see what Stormstride was doing.

    #4834
    Tyler
    Participant

    “I don’t need help, but obviously your deputy thinks you do,” she spat, making sure she spit directly in his face when she noticed Heronflight circling them in order to get a piece of the action. “Why is that, huh?” She asked, spinning from under Sootstain’s body, reveling in the sting on her hind-legs. “Maybe I’m just that good.. or you’re just that bad.” She taunted, about to hop back in when she felt the force of Heronflight’s weight fall into her shoulders, letting herself buckle down in order to dislodge him at least a little and using a paw to swipe at his hind legs to knock them out from under him.

    The rogue clicked her tongue, “Two on one? Seems a little over kill don’t you think?” She commented, wrenching her neck to give her deputy counterpart a hard bite to the side of his neck, just wide enough so it wouldn’t pierce anything important besides just hurt pretty bad. As the desired effect took place Kass slid from under the tom to focus back on Sootstain.

    She’d exhausted her attempts to get emotions out of Heronflight, but Sootstain had allowed her to rile him up. She didn’t want this battle, but she wasn’t going to let RiverClan leave without exploiting a weak link in their forces. Knowledge like this could come in handy, the knowledge of the cats surrounding them in the forest, of Wisteriastar’s control or lack thereof, how they carried themselves in battle. That’s why she kept speaking to Sootstain, knowing that at some point his blind rage would catch up with him.

    “Y’know, that’s a lot of tension you got there,” she commented whilst dodging an attack or two, “Obviously there’s a reason for that. What is it?” Another dodge. “Are you intimidated by me Sootstain? Feel inferior? Did you grow up as the ugly one in the nursery? What is it?” she inquired, now circling the tom. “Did mommy dearest never love you enough? Or..” Her eyes darkened, “Do you not quench your lover’s thirst?” The rogue pounced.

    #4849
    Finch
    Participant

    Grip loosened by the bite to his neck, Heronflight still wasn’t able to keep a hold of Kass when she slipped off. He intended to rejoin Sootstain, hoping that Kass’ taunting wasn’t getting to his fellow warrior’s head, but he was intercepted as an unfamiliar ThunderClan she-cat landed squarely on his back and a smaller, red-furred apprentice came running after.

    Unable to bear the full weight of another cat on him, Heronflight would have attempted to unbalance his attacker if not for the new arrival. Instead, he reared up and allowed the weight of both him and himself to pin down the apprentice, paws firmly on the young tom’s shoulders and teeth locking around his muzzle, but not yet biting too hard. “You’ll want to get off before we crush him,” he said through a mouthful of fur. If whoever was on his back decided to bite him, well, it would be an eye for an eye.

    There was no desire in him to hurt either of the two, but with the situation there was little to be done. They’d chosen to involve themselves and he was at a disadvantage.

    #4851
    Wolfstar
    Participant

    Vinepaw of RiverClan

    Vinepaw felt pride surge in her chest as her claws raked gloriously across Darkberry’s back, fur flying everywhere. But what she forgot to do was jump off before the warrior was able to slam her body against the ground. Vinepaw gasped for air as the breath was knocked out of her, her eyes widening. Before she had the chance to recover and stand up, the ThunderClanner lashed out with her claws fully extended. Vinepaw instantly felt pain. Three claw marks raked across her muzzle and underneath her right eye, blood trickling out and dropping on the forest-covered floor. She stepped back, a little blinded with surprise and bumped into Peachblossom, the ThunderClan medicine cat. Vinepaw flattened her ears and shook her head, blood droplets scattering in every direction. 

    Recovering from shock and pain, Vinepaw’s green eyes flashed with anger at Darkberry, her claws sinking into the ground. What angered her most wasn’t that she ruined her pretty face. No, it was that Vinepaw had let it happen by forgetting to jump off of Darkberry’s back in time like Creekfrost had taught her. The leap-and-hold! He’s going to be so disappointed in me. Vinepaw hesitated, almost wanting to turn and run, but she forced her paws to stay in place. She bunched her muscles and pounced, but instead of landing on her back, she dove underneath Darkberry’s chin and bit down on the warrior’s front left leg.

    Oakpath of ThunderClan

    Oakpath tried to dodge most of Creekfrost’s claw swipes, but it was hard when there were so many cats battling each other in every direction. The sound of war filled his ears, giving him more determination to fight off the RiverClan warrior’s. What were they hoping to achieve? To get them out of their camp? Oakpath growled as a pain seared his right cheek, and he swiped back, his claws scraping on Creekfrost’s shoulder. “Is that the best you can do?” He growled, pouncing forward and wrapping his arms around the RiverClanner’s neck. Without hesitation, he pulled his head to the ground, grasping one of his ears between his teeth and biting down hard. He let go for a second. “What kind of warrior goes into a battle distracted?” He snarled his words laced with hatred and he bit down on Creekfrost’s ears once more.

    #4873
    Feared
    Participant

    Stormstride ~ RiverClan Warrior 

    He was still in the process of regaining his breath after the molly had kicked him in a rather sensitive area, pupils narrowing as his pale eyes watched the she-cat as she was fixing her posture, although her eyes still seemed wild and searching the grounds. Although she did look back at him with a bewildered expression upon her face as if she were trying to figure out her footing within this fight, causing him to arch an eyebrow while breathing out roughly through his mouth. “Huh?” He questioned, although he was surprised when she suddenly lurched forwards, causing him to blink out of surprise as he basically tripped over himself trying to get away from the molly. 

    Luckily he was able to dodge her claws, although his movements were a bit sloppy from being winded, but it seemed to do the job with keeping him from her claws reach. Quickly he adjusted his footing and prepared himself for another strike from the molly but when he looked, he cough see her turning on her heels and rushing away from him. What the.. He stared after her in bewilderment, smirking slightly as he shook his muzzle. “Had enough, eh!” He called after the she-cat, but he would not pursue her. Clearly she wanted out of this fight and he would allow for such, instead turning his gaze away from her fleeing form in order to take in the battle going on around him. 

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    Darkberry ~ ThunderClan Warrior

    Great StarClan, her back was stinging up a storm, the cold air was gracing her torn flesh with an icy kiss that she didn’t much care for. Gritting her teeth for a moment, she wasn’t about to show her pain infront of the very culprit who had done it. Pupils narrowing as her dark orange eyes watched the apprentice as she was struggling to regain her bearings after being thrown and crushed backwards onto the forest floor. Grumbling under her breath as Vinepaw seemed ready to fight once more, of course she had reserved feelings about fighting an apprentice but the young she-cat was surely holding her own! 

    Darkberry blinked and the next thing she knew was that Vinepaw had dove straight for her left foreleg, sharp teeth clenching around her ankle. “Ahh!” She yelled out, orange eyes blazing from pain and anger as she looked down at the apprentice. “You’re a nuisance.” Darkberry admitted, although the apprentice did not immediately let go of her ankle, giving her cause to lower her chin and sink her teeth into the right shoulder blade of the apprentice. Teeth digging through the fur and finally sinking into the skin as blood flooded her tongue. She hoped that the pain would be enough to release her ankle, snarling as she gave the shoulder blade a violent shake, tissue and muscle slightly tearing under her sharp canines. 

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