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  • #6486
    Shy
    Participant
    Desertrose
    The Deputy of Windclan

    For the barest instant, relief filled Desertrose’s expression when she turned to see that Eveningstorm was free. Then rage filled her eyes once more when she received an unexpected swipe to the face. Instead of watching Roseshadow like she should have been, she was too worried about Eveningstorm to notice her advance. Her nostrils flared angrily. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” her tone was dangerously sharp when she answered, tensing right as Roseshadow sent them both tumbling.

    She wasn’t sure why she avoided her question with another question. It would have been easy to say she was simply defending one of her clanmates. There was nothing wrong with that, after all— but to do so when the help wasn’t entirely necessary? What was the matter with her? Desertrose gave herself a hard mental shake before quickly leaning forward. Her open mouth found one of the paws that pressed down on her shoulder, catching it firmly between her teeth. Sharp canines dug deep into soft tendons and tiny bones, and with a hard pull, she yanked Roseshadow forward to disrupt her balance. This freed her enough so that she could reposition herself beneath the warrior. Desertrose rolled over onto her back, her hind legs finding Roseshadow’s belly. Not wanting to cause much more damage, she chose to show mercy by leaving her claws mostly sheathed before they slid down.

    #6504
    Hornetstar
    Participant

    HORNETSTAR.

    The golden tom rose from the scuffled roll with a smirk on his face, green eyes shining as he stared the WindClan leader down. Here was his chance; to put Wolfstar back into his peace-loving place. No one made demands of his mate. No one’s warrior senselessly killed one of his own, even if that warrior had started the fight, and got away with it. Though the leader of the Clan of usually skinny twigs as larger than him, it was clear Hornetstar had no worries about this fight. They were going to trade blows, and he was going to win. That was how it was going to be, no matter how serious this fight got. If he needed to lose a life in order to take one of Wolfstar’s, then so be it.

    Because, warrior code or not, Wolfstar was going to lose a life. Hornetstar didn’t care how pissed that made StarClan. Let them be upset he took the life of another, another who had been blessed with nine lives. Of course the ShadowClan leader had no way of knowing if Wolfstar was on his last life or not, but… Well, if he was, the grey tom would just need to fight with all parts of his being to try and escape this fight alive.

    “Oh, like I’ve never heard that one before,” he quipped back, rolling his eyes at the insult. If this was actually a battle of the insults, Wolfstar would lose without a single doubt. As the large grey and white tom lashed out at his muzzle, instead of pulling back, Hornetstar pressed into the other tom’s personal space. Grappling with a larger tom was going to be a risk, but if they were close it would shorten the amount of space Wolfstar had to use to build up a blow of brute strength.

    His hissed as the claws that had been aimed at his muzzle instead sunk into his shoulder, opening his jaws wide to try and sink his own teeth into one of the WindClan leader’s shoulders. If he could get a hold of the other, it would ensure no space could be put between them.

    #6511
    Wolfstar
    Participant

    ~W O L F S T A R~ WindClan Leader

    Moments before Wolfstar had slashed at his opponent’s shoulder, he could see the hatred that emanated from Hornetstar’s eyes, boring into him as if he prayed for StarClan to burn him down in that very spot. What a waste of emotions directed towards him. Wolfstar had not been there when Desertrose’s patrol met with Hornetstar’s, and had heard about Russetstorm’s death from his daughter’s mouth who had been flooded with guilt since. However, it was Russetstorm’s own fault for what had happened, and he ended up paying the consequence with his life. It was hard to imagine a leader feeling so much hatred towards the other Clan despite it being his own warrior’s fault. There must have been something else Hornetstar was livid about, and it unnerved Wolfstar that he didn’t know what it was.

    Wolfstar growled when his claws dug into Hornetstar’s shoulder instead of his muzzle, but he recuperated and pounced backwards quickly enough so the ShadowClan leader would be unable to retaliate. Thankfully, it worked, and Hornetstar’s teeth only clamped the air instead of his shoulder. The WindClan leader couldn’t help but chuckle, his eyes narrowing. He heard the taunting words of Wisteriastar at the top of the hill, but he ignored her completely, focusing only on the angered tom before him.

    Quickly, he put all of his weight on his hind legs before pouncing at Hornetstar with his claws outstretched, digging them into his shoulders as he pushed the other leader down to the ground, pinning him. He bared his teeth and got close to Hornestar’s face. “This is not your fight, you idiot,” he snapped. I should be fighting Wisteriastar, not your pathetic pelt. Couldn’t take the fact that Russetstorm died from his own stupidity, could you?” Normally, Wolfstar would never speak like this to another leader, but this was war, was it not? He had declared it to Wisteriastar’s face, but she reacted sooner than expected, and Hornetstar made the decision to follow her. 

    Suddenly, the sound of more cats rang in his ears and he made the mistake of turning his head to see that ThunderClan had come to their aide with Goldenrose and more of his Clanmate’s beside them. Good. Now it was a fair fight.

    #6515
    turnip
    Participant

    Applepaw 🍎 Skyclan apprentice

    There would be time to muddle over the morality and ethics later. Now it was time to fight. Though, she would still steer clear of Windclan. Applepaw wasn’t willing to put honor aside during this battle so, for now, she would try her best to hold off the Thunderclan horde. Pity whoever fell before her claws!

    Her first opponent appeared to be a young warrior, a tom from Thunderclan. She readied to bowl him over, tearing at the grass underfoot, charging at him. He seemed to have the same idea. The collision knocked her back a couple of paces, claws digging into the earth to keep from falling, spraying soil and pebbles behind her. Applepaw grunted, nostrils flaring, and raised her head to meet Stormfeather’s eyes.

    “Show me what you got!” she challenged with a snarl. Applepaw couldn’t fight back the smile on her face. A growl left her throat as she reared her paw, striking forward once – twice – three times, aiming for his shoulder and side.

    #6564
    Roach
    Participant

    Firestar ~Skyclan Leader

    Pure disgust shows on his face as a spray of spit hits his cheek. Glowering down at her with anger flickering behind his fiery orange gaze, nostrils flaring as he reels in his barely controllable rage. Though he didn’t get much time to comment on it as Kass quickly retorts back with the same amount of sarcastic banter in her voice. “It would have eventually became all of our fight. It was just a matter of time” he reasons. The conversation he had days ago with Hornetstar still prominent in his mind. Hissing out loudly as the stinging pain of her fangs piercing his right foreleg. Blood instantly gushing from the deep wound, briefly glad that his thick long fur protected him enough from her sharp claws frantically trying to find a hold on him. Satisfaction peeking through as the only damage done was his right foreleg.

    It hurt to put his full weight against it, but held in his pain easily. Letting the aching pain fuel him to continue on with his little fight with Kass. Blinking over at her as she tries to make his strong resolve waiver by her continuously spitting out that this was not his fight. “My clan would have been brought into this war one way or another. You should know that most of all.  At least in this situation; it’s on my terms” he growls out. His gaze briefly flickering around him, taking in the battle with distaste. No he doesn’t like watching others around him fight or even die, but tensions had been running high between the clans for a while. Just the little push and shove between Windclan and Riverclan had snapped the balance. A devilish smirk appears on his lips as the feline before him mentions the warrior code.

    Did she really think that would stop him from killing her if need be? Especially after he had killed Hornetstar for his blatant disrespect not too long ago. “That maybe true” he breathes with a nonchalant manner before quickly lashing out with his non injured paw. The feeling of the air trying to withhold the brute strength within his shoulders made him grunt with sheer annoyance, the muscles straining within his shoulder blade before his large paw makes contact with her face. His claws peeking from their sheath in warning, as they rake against the side of her face. “But—I don’t have to kill you to get my point across” He warns before she slides beneath him to deliver a strong blow to his jaw. Metallic taste fills his mouth as he bites his tongue slightly from the hit, scrunching up his face before quickly recovering.

    His thick belly fur knotting up as Kass’s claws try to puncture his tender belly. Soft grunts of discomfort could be heard as her claws faintly puncture him. Scowling as he flings his weight sideways, ducking away from her sharp talons before twisting around to roll onto his back and springing quickly to his paws. Though not without dealing out a strong kick to her side in the process. Not allowing her much time to process anything as he flings dirt into her face. With the cloud of dust forming around the two gave him enough time and cover to easily hide from her line of sight. Once the rogue deputy rises to her paws is when he makes his next move. Having her back turned to him gave him the perfect opportunity to bite her tail and harshly yank her backwards, tripping her up in the process. No he would not kill her, but that doesn’t mean he won’t put up a fight.

    #6612
    Tori
    Participant

    – T I N Y F L A M E –

    Tinyflame’s blue eyes narrowed against Swanpath’s continuous taunting. It was becoming evident to her that the other warrior didn’t want to have an even conversation as much as she just wanted to boast about the strength of her own Clan and simply belittle others. The tiny WindClan cat wasn’t going to continue on with this bickering, she was becoming quite sick of it already. So, instead of replying, she chose to remain silent and focus on the battle itself, as there wasn’t really anything that needed to be said anymore. Besides, she felt that it was more insulting to Wolfstar if she felt like she had to defend his choice of actions for him instead of supporting and obeying his orders as Clan leader.

    However, the RiverClan feline was coming for her yet again, this time her jaws clamping down onto her shoulder and the impact of the crash once again forcing her back to connect with the stony floor beneath her. An oof left her as the air was forced out of her and her head swam briefly from the force the warrior had used on her smaller body. Instinctively, Tinyflame’s hindpaws moved to counter attack, but she found that her legs were also being pinned by the larger she-cat.

    “Get off of me!” The small warrior spat, adrenaline pumping in her veins as her paws lashed out to attack the white warrior. Her actions were partially driven from panic, as her claws connected with Swanpath’s face, skimming the skin from her jaw, through her eye, and up to her forehead. Dread almost immediately grasped her, as regret from her actions stung the WindClan warrior as though she had been struck. Going for the eyes was considered lowly to most of the Clans and was often left as a last resort, if at all. Able to wiggle free from the distraction of the wounds she had inflicted, Tinyflame slipped out from beneath the white she-cat. Her tongue was trapped in her maw, as she knew that the RiverClan warrior likely did not want her questioning of her well-being right now.

    “You’d better leave the battle grounds at once,” She said instead, “There are plenty of medicine cats lurking on the sidelines to help those wounded.”

    #6620
    Lux
    Participant

    Smokewisp – Shadowclan Deputy

    She turned away from Pantherstorm and Goldenrose, having ensured the she-cat’s safety. Her pelt bristled, still riled by Pantherstorm’s rashness. ‘Wisteriastar has such poor control of her warriors,‘ she silently accused the calico she-cat. Her eyes roved across the battlefield, looking for her. She’d want to inform her of Pantherstorm’s brazen behavior later. Even the heat of battle wasn’t an excuse for such bloodthirst. However, to her disappointment and concern, she couldn’t locate the Riverclan leader. ‘By Starclan, what is happening?‘ she silently swore.

    I should inform Hornetstar or Firestar,‘ she decided. Wisteriastar’s absence was concerning, and it was possible her life was in immediate danger. She spotted Hornetstar, who was embroiled in a battle of teeth and words with Wolfstar. She couldn’t distract him– not now. It’d put her own leader’s life at risk. Likewise for Firestar, who was battling the Thunderclan deputy Bluefire. ‘Mousedung,‘ she growled. She’d need to take the situation into her own paws at times like this.

    She spotted a familiar dark Thunderclan warrior perusing the battlefield. His orange scarf, tattered and torn from battle, marked him clearly. She readied herself, launching forward and colliding with him. It’d surely be an easy fight, and perhaps she could beat some information out of him about Wisteriastar’s whereabouts. “You!” she snarled, tumbling in the grass with him towards the river’s edge. “Have you seen Riverclan’s leader?” she hissed. “I saw you watching the battlefield, I bet you know things.” She lowered her muzzle to Hawkbite’s ear, snickering a taunt. “Nice collar, did a twoleg give that to you?

    #6621
    Pheebs
    Participant

    Swanpath was confused, her head spinning as she tried to piece together what had just happened. Not a second before she’d been throwing taunts and spitting insults, as she was want to do in battle, and the next she reeling back with pain burning from her face. Rapidly blinking the molly had to use all her strength not to let out a sob of panic as blood stung her undoubtedly damaged eye. The white warrior was surprised she’d caught Tinyflame’s words at all and took another half second to struggle between rage and respect. Swan had no wish to worsen the present situation and took to the latter. 

    “Thank you,” she paused, “It was… an honor.” Swanpath didn’t feel inclined to say more, bitter about the underhanded move. She was half certain Tinyflame was clever enough to figure out another way to maneuver out from beneath her without blinding her (‘no, not blind…’) aiming for Swanpath’s face but… She had likely been panicked. With another shake of her head, crimson droplets flying, the Riverclanner turned and stumbled away.

    There was just one problem. The burning sensation in her eye had increased with her blinking and the salty tears rising as a result and, along with that, Swanpath couldn’t see. She was half blind and disoriented, more often than not knocking into fellow warriors while she did her best to spot Rainysky. ‘Foxdung…’ Swanpath shook her head again, tripping only to right herself quickly. She couldn’t do this, not with the adrenaline singing in her veins coupled with her growing panic. ‘I should be able to see by now!’

    “Sleekfeather! Sleekfeather!” The white molly cried out. The black furred tom had been close last she checked (mother instincts never did die) and Swan knew she hadn’t traveled but a few foxlengths. She hated to be aided, being as stubbornly independent as she was, but Swanpath also knew that if she didn’t see a medicine cat soon her eye could get worse. So, calling for help was the only option Swanpath had right now, and it just so happened she wasn’t above using her son’s overprotective personality against him to draw Sleekfeather away from the fight of his life to drag her sorry ass to the sidelines. 

    Roseshadow snarled, teeth bared angrily. It wasn’t until a few seconds later that the sleek warrior processed the other’s words, a snort of laughter coming from her. “That’s why I asked…?” It was clear that Rose was legitimately confused by Desertrose’s response, emerald eyes narrowed in befuddlement. Without a second to spare the Shadowclanner released Desertrose only to start stalking around her in a predatory stance. If Roseshadow had her way she’d always study her opponent before they attacked her, generally she could but as there was nowhere to hide… Well, this would work fine. 

    At first glance Desertrose’s physique was impressive, though as far as opponents went Eveningstorm was far more threatening in Rose’s opinion. Upon deeper inspection Rose could detect that the other, like herself, was built for speed and offensive fighting. ‘Good.’ It struck Roseshadow as sad, then, that she’d have to fight the other.

    “I hate to have to injure someone as pretty as you, but duty calls.” The strangest thing? The black molly was speaking with complete honesty. Roseshadow learned long ago that, while she felt no need to be physical with another just from looking at them, she did hold a certain appreciation for others’ appearances. And the Windclan deputy’s was certainly attractive, though for the Shadowclanner she was lovely in the way that the setting sun was lovely. Good to be admired. “Apologize to your ‘friend’ for me, alright?” Without delay she rushed forward, leaping on top of the Windclanner. Similar body types meant this was less Roseshadow clinging on like she had with Eveningstorm and more of her crushing the other molly beneath her. Sharp, merciless claws tore across Desertrose’s shoulders as Rose’s jaws snapped shut around her throat. She wasn’t biting hard enough to kill, Rose had made a promise to her father long ago to stop such acts, but it was definitely a warning not to move.

    Stormfeather let out a slow huff of air, allowing the other to strike him. Truth be told he hated his size, it made him slow but at least he had strength. And with that strength the tabby warrior lunged forward, shoving Applepaw back a few tail lengths before following and landing on top of her. Rearing up the Thunderclanner raised one paw and flashed his teeth in a lackluster sneer, paw swiping down and aimed for the other’s muzzle.

    ‘Great Starclan, why do I have to do this?’ This wouldn’t be the first time he’d asked himself this and, truth be told? It wouldn’t be the last. Storm was tired of being expected to fight others and allow blood to dry under his claws. He loved his clan but this fight was not something he loved. ‘You do it for your home.’ Stormfeather held onto that thought as he dragged Applepaw up by her scruff and tossed her to his left. As she stood up the warrior bowed into a crouch, stance strong and near immovable-at least by someone so much smaller than himself.

    #6622
    Chris
    Participant

    Hawkbite was skirting the edge of the battle for a new target. Prior to this moment he’d been entangled with a particularly feisty RiverClan apprentice, but he felt bad fighting a young trainee and had managed to send off the youth with only  minor wounds. He now nursed a shallow bite on his forepaw. 

    Before he knew what was happening, something very solid and dense was crashing into him. The tangy arbor of ShadowClan filled his nostrils as they tumbled down the grassy knoll stopping just short of the rivers edge. A somewhat familiar voice hissed in his ear and he twisted to catch a glimpse of mottled gray-black fur. Of course, Smokewisp the ShadowClan Deputy. If she thought he’d be intimidated, she had another thing coming.

     

    “Oh you do know how to charm answers out of a tom don’t you?” Growled the freshly made Warrior sardonically. 

    He wriggled against her grasp to get more room to work with, folding his backlegs up he aimed a sharp kick at her jaw. If he could stun her, he’d gain the upper hand. The movement caused them to slide further down the bank however, and his back erupted in gooseflesh as cold waters touched him. Though only ankle-deep at best, they’d strayed into the river. Not a bad tactic, if he played his cards right the terrain could give him a good opening….or be his downfall.

     

    “Try all you want, I won’t betray the alliance.”

    #6623
    Hareflight [Mel]
    Participant

    ~ Scarletflood, ShadowClan Warrior ~

    Scarletflood had to admit, she was surprised by the speed of the young WindClan apprentice. She supposed that was what moor dwelling cats were known for, but she was still stunned that after their tumbling, she found the apprentice on top of her. On top of that, she hadn’t even noticed he’d landed a few blows on her until a stinging sensation began along the side of her head and in her shoulders. It was invigorating. She listened to Falconpaw speak, feigning a bored look, despite the fact that some of his words were making her fur rise. As he leaned into her and finished his tirade, she let out a laugh – a harsh, cold sound, somewhat comparable to the sound of claws dragging across stone. Without any warning, she attached her claws to whatever part of him was closest, and rolled with him till she was on top. Staring down at him, she pinned her claws into his shoulders, pressing her weight against him. As she grinned down at him, she became vaguely aware of the blood dripping down the side of her face. She ignored it. Her golden eyes were fixed on this poor, poor WindClan apprentice. She leaned in – just as he had done to her – until they were close enough that he would be able to feel her breath on his face.

    Oh, silly kit.” She purred, pulling her lips back until her grin looked somewhere in between that and a snarl. “As if I would want anything your precious StarClan could give me. Everything I have and am, I have worked for.” She was breathing heavily as she glared down at him. “I’m afraid you’ll never get the opportunity to make something interesting out of yourself. By the end of this battle, you will be laying on your moors, bleeding and broken. What will your pitiful little family say?” She adjusted her voice into a distorted, higher-pitched sound. “Oh, poor Falconpaw. We should have never sent him into battle. He was too young and too weak and too…” Her voice fell back into it’s normal tone and her final word came out a snarl, angry and determined, and evil.pathetic.” Her claws dug deeper into his shoulders. “Or maybe no one will even miss you? Maybe no one will remember little Falconpaw.” Her tail snaked up behind her in amusement. “What do you think, kit?

     


    ~ Roaringpaw, ThunderClan Apprentice ~

    The older apprentice let out a snarl as Snowyowl’s claws raked across his muzzle. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he wondered if those marks would scar – would it look cool, if it did? What an odd thing to think during a battle. Tail lashing in anger, Roaringpaw suddenly lurched forward again. His movements were clearly unplanned and erratic, and he moved purely on instinct, his claws reaching to beat at the SkyClan warrior’s ears. His blue eyes were focused on her, and Roaringpaw found himself almost in a trance. He found himself realizing, with horror, that it didn’t feel like he was fighting a real cat. This felt like another training exercise, and only the dark splatters on his cream paws showed him otherwise. Roaringpaw had always thought he’d make a great warrior, but something about this battle just felt so wrong, and he found his blows slowing as he hesitated. This could be someone’s sister.. What if someone was fighting Birchpaw like this? Fear rose in his chest, and reflected in his blue gaze, and he took one stumbled step backwards, trying to get his head back into the battle. To fight for his Clan. 

    Though, there was a thought that was nagging in the back of his mind. This wasn’t for his Clan. This was for WindClan.

    #6624
    Hareflight [Mel]
    Participant

    ~ Scarletflood, ShadowClan Warrior ~

    Scarletflood had to admit, she was surprised by the speed of the young WindClan apprentice. She supposed that was what moor dwelling cats were known for, but she was still stunned that after their tumbling, she found the apprentice on top of her. On top of that, she hadn’t even noticed he’d landed a few blows on her until a stinging sensation began along the side of her head and in her shoulders. It was invigorating. She listened to Falconpaw speak, feigning a bored look, despite the fact that some of his words were making her fur rise. As he leaned into her and finished his tirade, she let out a laugh – a harsh, cold sound, somewhat comparable to the sound of claws dragging across stone. Without any warning, she attached her claws to whatever part of him was closest, and rolled with him till she was on top. Staring down at him, she pinned her claws into his shoulders, pressing her weight against him. As she grinned down at him, she became vaguely aware of the blood dripping down the side of her face. She ignored it. Her golden eyes were fixed on this poor, poor WindClan apprentice. She leaned in – just as he had done to her – until they were close enough that he would be able to feel her breath on his face.

    Oh, silly kit.” She purred, pulling her lips back until her grin looked somewhere in between that and a snarl. “As if I would want anything your precious StarClan could give me. Everything I have and am, I have worked for.” She was breathing heavily as she glared down at him. “I’m afraid you’ll never get the opportunity to make something interesting out of yourself. By the end of this battle, you will be laying on your moors, bleeding and broken. What will your pitiful little family say?” She adjusted her voice into a distorted, higher-pitched sound. “Oh, poor Falconpaw. We should have never sent him into battle. He was too young and too weak and too…” Her voice fell back into it’s normal tone and her final word came out a snarl, angry and determined, and evil.pathetic.” Her claws dug deeper into his shoulders. “Or maybe no one will even miss you? Maybe no one will remember little Falconpaw.” Her tail snaked up behind her in amusement. “What do you think, kit?

     


    ~ Roaringpaw, ThunderClan Apprentice ~

    The older apprentice let out a snarl as Snowyowl’s claws raked across his muzzle. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he wondered if those marks would scar – would it look cool, if it did? What an odd thing to think during a battle. Tail lashing in anger, Roaringpaw suddenly lurched forward again. His movements were clearly unplanned and erratic, and he moved purely on instinct, his claws reaching to beat at the SkyClan warrior’s ears. His blue eyes were focused on her, and Roaringpaw found himself almost in a trance. He found himself realizing, with horror, that it didn’t feel like he was fighting a real cat. This felt like another training exercise, and only the dark splatters on his cream paws showed him otherwise. Roaringpaw had always thought he’d make a great warrior, but something about this battle just felt so wrong, and he found his blows slowing as he hesitated. This could be someone’s sister.. What if someone was fighting Birchpaw like this? Fear rose in his chest, and reflected in his blue gaze, and he took one stumbled step backwards, trying to get his head back into the battle. To fight for his Clan. 

    Though, there was a thought that was nagging in the back of his mind. This wasn’t for his Clan. This was for WindClan.

    #6628
    Shy
    Participant
    Sleekfeather
    Warrior of Riverclan

    A lifetime of hatred had burrowed deep into Sleekfeather’s heart, taken root, and laid waste to the best parts of him. He needed to hurt Sandadder. He wanted to kill him for what he did. Before he’d realized he’d made up his mind, though, his body was moving. The dark warrior barreled into his father, knocking him backwards once more. They rolled through the dirt in a frenzy of teeth and claws until Sleekfeather’s jaws met with Sandadder’s throat.

    Blood pulsed into his mouth through small punctures, and he momentarily lost himself in the red flow. The Windclan warrior thrashed as his grip tightened. All he’d have to do is bite down. If he just squeezed his teeth together, he’d never have to deal with Sandadder again, and his father would finally pay for what he’d done.

    It was Swanpath’s shriek that yanked him out of his rage, though, and fear hit him like a kick to the chest. The hair on the nape of his neck rose when he heard his mother calling for him; something she’d only do if she desperately needed help. He let go of Sandadder to cut a glance to the pure white feline. She’d been battling some other wretched windclanner a moment before, but now blood oozed from the deep scratches that adorned her face.

    “Mom!”

    No sooner had he lost focus, a hot, burning pain sliced down his neck and shoulder. He looked down to see bright red blood staining his dark fur, a few droplets splattering the stones beneath him. “That’s not good,” he grit his teeth, his vision focusing in and out enough to tell him that Sandadder had already fled. He didn’t care about that, though. What mattered was that he got to Swanpath. There would be other opportunities to take down Sandadder. His mother, however, was much more important.

     Sleekfeather groaned in pain when he finally stood, and after a few gasping breaths he was able to walk towards his mother in slow, measured steps. It didn’t take him long to figure out that the strike to her face had momentarily disabled her. He touched his nose to her side to let her know he was there. “It’s me. I got you. It’s going to be okay. You’re going to be okay,” his voice was gentle as he nudged her, his irises softening back to turquoise after the bloodlust left his gaze. “Let’s get you to Hickoryroot, alright?”

    #6631
    Lux
    Participant

    Smokewisp – Shadowclan Deputy

    Smokewisp’s teeth clacked together as Hawkbite’s back leg connected sharply with her jaw. She reeled backwards, cold water splashing up to her belly. Fighting in the river was a dangerous disadvantage for both of them. As much as she disliked the oily, smelly scent of fish she found herself wishing– for a brief moment– that she was Riverclan.

    Is that what they’re calling it now? The ‘alliance‘?” she sneered. “Listen, just tell me if you’ve seen Wisteriastar and I’ll let you go… probably.” She paused for a moment, giving him a brief window to reply before lunging forward, aiming for the Thunderclanner’s back. If she could pin him down in the frigid water it’d be an easy victory.

    Droplets sprayed as they grappled. Her soggy fur weighed her agile frame down and she found herself struggling to keep pace with the muscular tom. As she rounded on Hawkbite her paw slipped on a slick, algae coated stone. She crashed into the water sideways, soaking herself and Hawkbite in the chilly water. She scrambled desperately to regain a foothold– or anything at all- that would pull her away from the pointed stones which dug at her back. ‘Starclan please!‘ she plead silently, blazing amber eyes glaring up at her opponent.

    #6632
    Chris
    Participant

    “You’re going to have to try harder than that.” Laughed Hawkbite as he managed to disengage himself from her hold. The night-black Warrior wore a wry expression, like this were all very amusing to him somehow.  Maybe it was his not so long ago brush with death, but he felt not a drop of fear at her threats. If anything, he’d never felt more alive.

     

    He braced for an attack that never came, watching instead as she took a spill into the water where a bed of sharp stones slept. Seizing his opportunity, Hawkbite rushed forward and began to rain blows down on her exposed belly and face. With each strike he pushed her down further into the shallows, water rushing up between she and his claws. He could see red mingling with the dust from the disturbed riverbed as less and less of his enemy was visible from the surface.

    Somewhere, distantly, a voice was calling for him to stop. It was not so much a literal voice that he heard the way he could hear the surrounding cacophony of battle. But rather, a twinge somewhere deep within his heart. It was just far enough away however to be well drowned out by the panic coursing through his veins. Something had clicked, or snapped.

    It was almost like he was watching himself from outside his own body. He was pushing her into the mud. She was going under. And not coming back up this time.

    You have to stop!

    YOU HAVE TO STOP.

    Finally the voice broke through. He staggered back his rear end plopping down in the icy cold water, coughing and sputtering himself his amber eyes wide with shock. All around them, the noises of unrest went on. Seemingly, no one had noticed their private struggle, thank the stars. He didn’t want another living soul to ever see him like that.

    He scrambled over the wet stones to where the smokey calico lay, his anxiety pounding in his throat as he nuzzled her side to see how badly she’d been hurt. What he saw did not comfort him. But the deputy still had air in her lungs, and when saw this he finally allowed himself the same luxury.

    “I-I’m sorry- stay here, I’m going to get a healer.” He growled. He didn’t care if she was the enemy, she could very well bleed out if someone didn’t get here quick. A warrior does not need to kill to win their battles, he remembered as he sprang up the bank and back into the fray.

    So what does that make me?

     

    #6637
    Lux
    Participant

    Smokewisp – Shadowclan Deputy

    Kitish fool,‘ she silently chided herself as tendrils of darkness clawed at her vision. ‘I-Is this how it ends?‘ Struggle seemed futile at this point, as the dark Thunderclan warrior pummeled her further into the stones and mud. His fearful eyes had glazed over as he relentlessly battered and clawed her flesh. ‘What is it, young warrior?‘ she silently asked the panicked tom. ‘Are you afraid of killing me, or afraid of yourself?‘ The water, which burbled lazily about her ears, faded to a dull whoosh as she faded through varying states of consciousness. Her opponent relented just as her final morsel of  breath whispered past her lips. Gasping and choking she dragging herself from the riverbed. She lay upon the smooth bank stones, bruised and bleeding.

    She watched in a wheezing daze as her opponent rushed away to find help. Despite the pain a wry smirk crossed her lips. “They’re not all so bad,” she murmured, watching his dark pelt fade into the roiling crowd. ‘Honor isn’t dead then,‘ she closed her eyes in relief. After the previous brush with Pantherstorm she’d found herself skeptical– and even dreading– the future of their clans. But, if cats like Hawkbite were around perhaps they’d still have a rational future ahead. A life free of such arduous, grudge-fueled bloodshed.

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