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  • #6639
    Feared
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    Snowyowl ~ SkyClan Warrior

    Snowyowl could see the rage flash through Roaringpaw’s gaze as her claws sliced through the delicate skin along his muzzle, her white toes stained red from his blood. His movements were sudden and spermatic, he hadn’t put any thoughts into his next attack. All Snowyowl could do was brace herself as the larger cat threw himself at her, his weight caused her to stumble back slightly, giving him a better vantage towards the top of her head. Which, he clearly took as she could feel the sting of his claws digging into the skin along the back of her skull and ears and he swatted painfully at them. Growls erupted from her chest as she bunched her shoulders up in order for her flank to protect the back of her neck, her front paws planted against the ground while her lower body moved to where she was now standing sideways. Now she had a better stance against him and she fully intended to use it. A quick and loud snark slipped past her lips as her right forepaw slapped roughly against his muzzle, stunning him long enough that he retracted his claws

    She was unaware that his movements had even slowed because of his growing doubt, bloodied ears laid flat against the back of her head as she used her shoulder to push against his chest, knocking herself away from Roaringpaw with force. Nose scrunched as she bared her teeth at the ThunderClan apprentice, her eyes landing upon his horror filled expression. Now she hesitated, noticing the way his eyes were looking towards her ears and the deep red blood that stained her ivory white fur. He was young and had never fully experienced a battle, but she knew that she had probably only gotten away as good as did because he was shocked. “Go.” Snowyowl finally spoke, using her pointed muzzle to point towards the ridge line full of trees, her yellow eyes narrowed as she took a few steps back from Roaringpaw, showing she was no longer a threat.

    #6642
    Tori
    Participant

    – P A N T H E R S T O R M –

    The dark-pelted tom advanced threateningly towards Goldenrose, his cold eyes transfixed upon her like a predator hunting prey. There was no indication in his body language that he would be letting her go anytime soon. However, before Pantherstorm could act, an unsuspecting force rammed into him and bowled him over. Shocked, a hiss left the RiverClan tom’s jaws as he rolled back onto his feet to meet face-to-face with the warrior that had dared to interrupt him. To his surprise, he found himself staring down the ShadowClan deputy, Smokewisp, who bared her teeth at him as she told him to find someone else to fight. His golden eyes narrowed at her and his muscles remained tense, as if, for a moment, he was contemplating springing at her. But he slithered back, deciding to leave her be for the moment. The dark warrior did not reply to her challenge, instead choosing to turn his back on her and leave her in the battlefield. 

    Pantherstorm blended into the chaos of the battle, slipping between the shadows of warriors and terrain to watch the outcome from somewhere safe. He found his eyes following Smokewisp and her actions in the field as she sprang into action yet again to battle a warrior he presumed to be ThunderClan. Interest sparked in him as he watched the two of them brawl and as, in a course of sudden strength from the black tom, the ShadowClan deputy lay battered and bruised in the river. Her ability to defend herself didn’t seem to have been at its best in this situation. 

    A smirk split the RiverClan tom’s expression as he left the shelter of the shadows and made his way towards the hurt she-cat. As he approached her, he made sure to soften his face in a non-threatening manner. He didn’t want to alert her too quickly as to what his true intentions were. She’ll pay for disrupting me, he thought menacingly to himself. “Are you hurt?” He questioned, glancing over her wounds from where she lay, seemingly paralyzed, in the water. Clearly, she seemed of no capable movement at the moment. “Is someone going for help?” He asked again, his tail flicking over to where Hawkbite had vanished. Meaning that if he were to act, he would have to do so quickly, for a warrior and assistance would be returning to this spot shortly.

    Pantherstorm waited but a brief moment for Smokewisp’s response, but her words did not matter to him. He hadn’t even heard what she had to say, nor did he care if she had picked up on his true intentions. The dappled tom moved forward slowly, his pawsteps unhurried as he took his time to step beside the ShadowClan deputy from where she cowered in the river. His teeth met her scruff and in the use of his strong body, he jerked her forward. From an unsuspecting view, it looked as if he were taking aid to the wounded molly, assisting her in removing her from the water’s grip. But Pantherstorm’s insidious ideals quickly surfaced and he placed a paw upon her snout and pressed down, forcing her head underneath the waves.

    #6648
    Lux
    Participant

    Smokewisp – Shadowclan Deputy

    A soft splash alerted Smokewisp, causing her amber eyes to fly open. To her surprise, the dark Riverclan warrior from earlier was approaching. Although the tom didn’t seem hostile there was something unsettlingly blank about his expression, like he was hiding something. ‘Is he angry?‘ she silently wondered. The soggy fur along her neck bristled. “Yes,” she choked a response. “They’ll be back soon.” Her muscles strained as she tried pulling her fatigued and battered frame from the water. She gasped aloud as teeth met her scruff, hoisting her momentarily from the water. “W-Wait!” she protested, trying to pull herself away from Pantherstorm. Her paws feebly scraped at the riverbed, only kicking up dust. “Release me!” she demanded the Riverclan warrior. Before she could issue further complaint she found her muzzle forced underwater.

    She stared with wide-eyes as silt and blood– her own blood– curled before her eyes. It took a moment for her to process what was happening. ‘Why is he doing this? We’re on the same side!‘ She struggled, trying to heave herself upwards. But, Pantherstorm’s paws held her steady beneath the water. ‘He’s going to kill me!! Or– He wants to kill me!‘ Burning rage and adrenaline filled her limbs and awakened her senses. If she was going to escape she’d have to surprise him. Her neck contorted as she clamped down upon Pantherstorm’s paw. Then, with the last of her breath, she exploded upwards. She used his weight to throw herself deeper into the river. Gooseflesh prickled  her skin as the chilled water covered her sides. “I-I should’ve known you were trouble,” she spat blood. “What is wrong with you?!” She lost her footing, sinking deeper into the river which threatened to wash her away. Blood oozed from her wounds, trailing lazily as the river washed what little strength remained. She was quickly running out of options.

    #6653
    Tyler
    Participant

    “You wanna know what I think- no, what I know??” She growled from beneath the tom, “I know you’re a coward. You’re all letting your clans fight on account of your big-shot egos. Why did your clans have to take the fall of being injured because someone said something mean to you? You don’t know what you’re fighting for. It isn’t over land. It isn’t over laws, it’s all superficial.”

    Firestar pulled away and the dust cloud appeared faster than Kass could counter by closing her eyes, causing her to cough and shake her head wildly to cease the stinging of her eyes and throat. There was a sharp pinch at the end of her tail and a tug that sent her tumbling back, hind legs skidding in the dirt. Her tail was sensitive at its base, but this felt more or less like someone tugging on a forepaw. She couldn’t just whip herself around for fear of dislocating her tail, but it did give her a few moments to think. ‘If I could just get to his neck I could snap it in ten seconds.. well, maybe twelve,’ she strategized to herself. 

    That was Kass’ problem of course, why would she have ever scored for anything less than the most destruction possible? Or have been taught any differently? She didn’t know how to cause damage without looking for a way to end her battle quickly. She dug her claws into the ground to hold herself steady in the dirt and to strain the tom’s neck for as long as possible. What did she know? What were his main injuries already? ‘Head and forearm’. She could aggravate the head injury, it wouldn’t kill him per-say but he’d probably wish he was. Her head still throbbed with her heartbeat so the rogue would have to look out for herself as well. But first she had to get him to let go of her tail. 

    Kicking off her tail ripped from his grasp, shredding in the process and making the she-cat roar at the feeling. She spun around on paw to start charging his way again with the added momentum, this time reaching out with her claws to give him an open paw slap across the base of his head, claw slicing but not digging whilst her other paw came up to tear at the tom’s ears. 

    #6744
    Tori
    Participant

    – P A N T H E R S T O R M –

    A sickening glean in his eyes betrayed his excitement upon seeing the state in which the weakened ShadowClan deputy lay, helpless in the water. Adrenaline thumped in his veins as he held her underneath the waves, waiting until her lungs would inevitably collapse on her– or at least, that would have been the outcome if she weren’t fighting so vigorously for her life. Pantherstorm hissed as her teeth clamped down on his paw, forcing him to reel it backwards to avoid the sharp tearing of his skin. Blood dripped out of it and Pantherstorm stared down at Smokewisp with pure malice. He didn’t give a rat’s tail if she knew the truth of who he was now. It was too late for him to turn back. 

    “It doesn’t matter,” He told her bluntly, “You’ll never live to tell anyone about what happened today.” Having been born and raised in RiverClan, the bulky black tom had experience in wading in rivers and was more than able to support his own body in the raging waters, even with a few injuries. But that didn’t mean that the same would uphold with a wounded ShadowClan cat. Knowing his own resolve, Pantherstorm stepped forward threateningly, his eyes narrowed and his shoulders set square. His body language was as threatening as always as he advanced upon Smokewisp. Putting all of his weight into his hindlegs and ensuring a secure footing on the pebbles underwater, the black tom reared forth with his paws outstretched. They curled into the grey she-cat’s shoulders, and with a hard shove, he propelled her body backwards and into the unforgiving grasp of the rapids below.

    #6748
    Hornetstar
    Participant

    HORNETSTAR.

    As expected of a WindClan cat, even if he was large for one, Wolfstar was quick. The golden leader was just a hair slower, allowing the grey and white tom to sink claws back into his shoulders and slam him down into a pin with moment and weight behind it. Hornetstar couldn’t help but grunt as he collided with the ground, instantly sneering up at the other leader. Blah, blah, blah. Usually the ShadowClan tom was all for talking smack during a battle, but every word that left the other’s mouth just irritated him beyond belief. Perhaps his emotions might be running a bit too high to hope to be able to keep a level-head during battle, and he could realize this. However, he couldn’t back down from this fight. Hanging back at camp and leaving RiverClan – leaving his mate – to face this battle alone hadn’t been an option.

    Hornetstar had been going to laugh, to sneer harder and make a comment about how Wolfstar would want to fight a female so he knew he’d be able to win. Of course he knew Wisteriastar would have been able to handle herself in a fight against the WindClan tom, but the opportunity to take such a jab at the other was irresistible. That was until Russetstorm was mentioned. For a moment, the tom could have swore everything around them stilled, breath freezing in his chest- and then reality came slamming back down. He went from frozen to a flurry of movement in a moment, absolute fury thrumming through his veins. Taking a jab at Hornetstar himself was one thing, but a dead warrior? Whether the ShadowClan warrior had been in the wrong or not, it most certainly wasn’t Wolfstar’s place to go sullying his name. The brute hadn’t even been there to witness what had happened first hand! His precious daughter had overreacted and taken the life of another when she hadn’t even needed to.

    The golden leader surged up against the slightly larger male with all the strength he had, teeth gnashing and claws flailing through the air to get some kind of purchase in the other’s flesh. “Say his name again, and I’ll have your tongue! You forget who’s warrior killed when they didn’t even need to,” he snarled, shaking with anger at this point. Apparently when Wolfstar was pushed past his breaking point, he lost all sense of honor. Even at his worst, Hornetstar didn’t think he would have the balls to soil the name of another Clan’s warrior when his own warrior had been the one to senselessly, needlessly kill them.


    FORESTMASK.

    Though of course willing to fight for his Clan, and in turn his mother, the brown tom had found himself hanging back from truly fighting. Getting locked in combat here and there was largely unavoidable, especially when ThunderClan finally showed up, but for the most part he managed to keep darting from Clanmate to Clanmate, offering them support in their own fights. He kept an eye on any SkyClan and ShadowClan warriors simply because they were all in an alliance together, but found he didn’t need to offer any of them support, which was all the better. Though he was a chummy guy, he didn’t much care for the other Clans. Except for Brookflower…

    Thinking of her, he glanced around to try and spot her, or Heronflight. Speaking of the deputy, he felt his heart pick up when he realized he hadn’t seen Pantherstorm in quite some time. Last time the young tom had been left to his own devices in a battle, he had gone after the RiverClan deputy. Right now everything was pure chaos, and there was no telling who the warrior would go after this time. Instantly offering support to his Clanmates was forgotten, his paws scrambling into a mad dash to track down his brother.

    It took far too long for his liking, but finally he found the darker pelted tom by the river. He approached hesitantly, fur on end, sharply reminded of the last time they had been alone in a fight together. The scars on his shoulder chose that moment to start itching, as if reminding him that kin or not, Pantherstorm wouldn’t hesitate to hurt him. “What are you doing, Pantherstorm?” He asked lowly, tone even as his green eyes bore into the tom that had once been his apprentice. Forestmask felt himself once more torn in two, wanting to do the right thing but also hoping it wasn’t too late for the other tom to do the right thing.

    #6751
    Lux
    Participant

    Smokewisp – Shadowclan Deputy

    Smokewisp’s head briefly submerged beneath the water as she was thrust from the riverbank by Pantherstorm. She kicked out desperately with her hind legs, trying to find some semblance of solid ground beneath her paws. ‘There’s nothing, nothing at all,‘ she realized with horror. Smokewisp was a reasonable swimmer, considering her Shadowclan heritage. However, her skills were nothing before the rushing water. Without a solid grasp of the riverbed she couldn’t break free of the current. Her limbs flailed for several moments as she tried to push herself back. The river’s current stubbornly clung to her, pulling her further from safety. Her head dipped beneath the waves, the sound of rushing water drowning her ears.  She tried to call for help but water filled her maw.

    I’m going to die here,‘ she thought, feeling terror pierce her bones. ‘Alone and cold, having done so little in life. What was my purpose here?‘ Their battle, fueled by spilt blood and hurt feelings, seemed so trivial beneath the shadow of death. The sound of battle seemed so far away. Her amber eyes gazed skyward as she watched the sun’s light glitter through the water. She was beginning to feel lightheaded and weak. ‘I need to breathe. Starclan please, let me breathe.‘ she commanded herself. But her struggling legs failed her. It seemed fate had torn control from her claws. Whatever happened, she’d be at Starclan’s– and the river’s– mercy. ‘Floating … floating to safety,‘ she thought, claws of darkness reaching across her vision. ‘Relax … and let go,‘ she heard a familiar voice whisper in her ears as she floated away from the battle.

    #6754
    Tori
    Participant

    – P A N T H E R S T O R M –

    The black tom watched as Smokewisp drifted away, his body still in the shallow waters from where he stood, unmoving and unwilling to come to her aid. Once the ShadowClan deputy was out of sight, Pantherstorm was satisfied. That’s one nuisance out of the way, he thought to himself with a sneer. The RiverClan tom left the river then and began to ponder to himself what his next act of terror would be from here when a familiar scent came close. And sure enough, come to approach him was his elder brother, Forestmask. The young warrior seemed stressed, his expression pain-stricken, as if the very sight of his younger brother tugged at his heart. The very thought made him want to vomit. 

    “What do you think I’m doing?” He retorted sharply, clearly not giving a single drop of empathy towards his former mentor’s feelings. He didn’t think that he ever really did care about his sibling– or really any of them for that matter. They were only related by blood, but none of them ever understood him and they never would. Why would he bother sparing something as useless as sympathy for them now? It was far too late for that. There was no more turning back. “This battle is only the beginning,” He swore, boring his yellow eyes into the mirror-green of Forestmask’s, staring so deep into them as if he were baring his soul to the other tom, “I won’t stop until every cat in the Clans suffer. I will be their undoing.”

    #6767
    Wolfstar
    Participant

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

    Wolfstar knew he had said something that was dangerously close to the dishonorable line, but that was what made it so tantalizing to say. This whole situation made Wolfstar angry to the point of not caring, and it filled him with the temptations to poke the sleeping lion. Apparently, talking about Russetstorm’s death was Hornetstar’s sleeping lion, and it felt amazing to see the amount of pain and anger he could cause in someone. His whole life he had tried to keep the peace between his own Clan and others. He was patient and understanding, even to the point where he knew he was being called weak. Wolfstar vowed to never make the mistake of underestimating the power and greed of the other leader’s, and he would no longer stand by and watch. He knew his own daughter was the one who had killed Russetstorm, but his deputy even stated that it was the ShadowClan warrior’s fault, and he was being reckless. “That won’t be the last death you have if I see another ShadowClan warrior on my territory!

    The sudden blows from Hornetstar were powerful, and Wolfstar grimaced when a claw slashed across his chest, and then another dug into the side of his muzzle. His blue eyes gleamed with hatred and he bared his teeth as Hornetstar continued to slash, and Wolfstar couldn’t help but jump off of the ShadowClan leader once his belly was beginning to be attacked. He gave the other tom only enough time to get up about halfway before Wolfstar dove forward with one foreleg underneath Hornetstar’s belly, and he dug his claws in his hindleg. Quickly, he wrenched out the other leader’s leg from under him, pulling it at an awkward angle until he felt the muscles and tendons loosen from the strain. Wolfstar swiftly stepped back and circled Hornetstar, his claws unsheathed and digging into the ground with each step. “You are a leader who can hardly keep their warrior’s under control. You are a leader that is pathetic and doesn’t have a mind of their own! You do not deserve ‘star’ at the end of your name! Get out of my territory!” He raised a paw to make a final blow, but he was stopped at the voice of Saplingskies behind him, calling for Hornetstar. The ShadowClan medicine cat’s tone was urgent, but Wolfstar glared at the other tom and snapped his head back to Hornetstar. “You’re going to have to fight through me. I’m not going to let your medicine cat save you from your loss!

    #6827
    Hornetstar
    Participant

    FORESTMASK.

    There was no doubt in his mind, that whatever Pantherstorm had just done, it wasn’t good. Until the fighting stopped and the dust settled though, Forestmask had a feeling he wouldn’t know what had been done – if he ever did. One way or another though, his half-brother clearly wasn’t going to stop. That much was evidenced by his words. And if the conviction that they were said with wasn’t enough, the look on the darker tom’s face and in his eyes certainly was. For a fraction of a moment, the older tom felt his blood run cold. Something had to be done, here and now. The time for talking, which he had never even attempted to do, had passed.

    “Not… Not while I’m here,” he stated, hesitant at first but gaining confidence toward the end. This was a family matter, to be handled within the family. It was a shame it had to get to all this fighting, among all the Clans, before something was done, but no more. Here, right now, the issue of Pantherstorm was going to be dealt with. Forestmask, as much as it would pain him, would beat his brother into submission. Then… Well, call him a hopeful idiot, but maybe they could finally talk and work through whatever issues there apparently were. Truthfully, the brown tabby had no clue what could have drove the other to this point.

    With a snarl, deciding it was time to stop delaying the inevitable, he launched himself at his brother. Maybe they would end up in the water, where the older warrior would have the upperpaw. Though Pantherstorm was a RiverClan cat himself, and had eventually become better at swimming, there was no doubt in his mind that Forestmask was still the superior when it came to matters of the river.


    HORNETSTAR.

    Unsurprisingly, his sudden flurry of angered blows caught the other leader off guard, allowing the golden tom the time he needed to get his paws back from under him. He was only about halfway up, however, when a paw was suddenly reaching under him and snagging claws into a leg, wrenching the appendage. The ShadowClan leader couldn’t help but grunt in pain, instantly favoring the leg as Wolfstar backed off and started circling. It was all he could do to focus through his anger and the pain, green gaze tracking the slightly larger tom as he threw out taunts and insults. Any other time, Hornetstar would have been more than eager to get into a pissing match of words with the WindClan leader.

    Not today, though. Especially when Spalingskies was calling out, specifically for Hornetstar, in the middle of a battle. That could only mean one thing, and instantly the realization had his heart racing. For a moment, he thought the combination of nerves and pain would have him throwing up. Then his anger was back, hotter than ever, as he was told he wasn’t getting passed Wolfstar.

    With a twisted snarl of defiance, he was surging forwards, ignoring his injured leg, to swipe out a large paw with surprising speed and also barrel into the larger tom. “You don’t tell me what to do, ever,” he snapped, face to face with the other before he himself was backing off. Not bothering to survey his handiwork, feeling his paws coated in far too much blood now, he turned and ran off after his medicine cat. His mate, Wisteriastar, needed him.

    #6833
    Wolfstar
    Participant

    The rage in Hornetstar’s eyes matched Wolfstar’s. It was red, focused, blinding. There was nothing like the feeling of so much vexation that it commanded your body and mind to do the unthinkable. Wolfstar was just as ready to take one of Hornetstar’s lives as the ShadowClan leader was ready to take one of his. Wolfstar couldn’t make sense as to why Hornetstar was just as angry as he, wondering what exactly pushed him to this edge. Was it because there was an underlying issue that Wolfstar had been ignorant about, or was Hornetstar just evil? Either way, it was something Wolfstar would never forget. He ignored the meowing call from Saplingskies, baring his teeth at the ShadowClan leader, and he lifted up a paw to swipe it down on Hornetstar’s neck, but he wasn’t quick enough. His opponent lunged forward, barreling into him with claws and teeth that seethed the rage from within. Wolfstar felt something slice into his neck, the warm blood pooling onto his skin as he was pressed forward into the ground. The WindClan leader made a gurgling noise as he flailed his arms forward to push Hornetstar off of him, but he was too weak and already felt his life slipping away. Wolfstar’s head lulled to the side and the last thing he saw was Goldenrose on the other side of the hill with blood covering her chest and shoulders before darkness took over.

    Low, drawn-out groans escaped Wolfstar’s lips as he came-to. His blue eyes slowly opened to find himself on the very same hill he had died on, except there was no battle. There was only the sound of the wind drifting over the grasses and fluttering against the trees towards ShadowClan territory. The smell of the pines were present as well, and he wrinkled his nose before looking away from the beginning of the pine forest; the beginning of ShadowClan territory. His mind still felt foggy from the loss of one of his lives, but he was clear enough to know what exactly happened. Hornetstar had killed him. He didn’t know how it happened because his opponent was too quick, but he knew it was the slash to his neck that ended his life. Wolfstar couldn’t imagine how much blood had been lost from that attack, trying not to picture his body surrounded by a pool of his own blood. He shook his head and looked around. Surely Cremefur would appear sometime. His former mate had greeted him on every death since her own, calming him with her soothing voice and comforting words. However, there wasn’t even a single trace of her scent nearby, and he frowned with worry. Did StarClan abandon him?

    Why are you here?

    Wolfstar whipped around to face a tomcat he hadn’t seen since he was a warrior. Berrystar stood in front of him surrounded by stars, his short brown fur still despite the wind that carried through the hills. His green eyes were curious as they stared at the WindClan leader. “Wh…What do you mean? I’m here because I lost a life.” Wolfstar blinked with confusion. “Why are you here? I didn’t think you would be….” Berrystar lowered his haunches and sat down in front of Wolfstar, his tail tip twitching with annoyance. “You didn’t think I would be in StarClan? Why, because I was accused of conspiring to kill Hailstar?” Berrystar scoffed. “I didn’t, and if anyone had listened they would have realized that. I’m here because I never touched the ShadowClan leader and being banished didn’t ruin my place in StarClan once I died.” Wolfstar looked away with shame, knowing he had been one of the warrior’s that believed he had tried to assassinate the ShadowClan leader. Berrystar was known for having a sharp tongue, even casually saying out loud that he wanted their enemies dead. Personally, he believed Berrystar had brought his banishment on to himself, but he kept his mouth shut as he stared at his ancestor, not wanting to anger him. 

    I remember bringing you into the Clan, Wolfstar. You were less than a moon old and you needed a mother or you would die. You were lucky that Tigerlily had just lost her own kits, otherwise I might not have let you in. Do you remember how hard it was for other’s to accept you into the Clan?” Berrystar tilted his head. “Do you remember Scorpionstrike? The one who verbally hated you, blaming you for Stormpaw’s death?” Wolfstar glared at the starry tomcat, his claws prickling into the ground. I would have much rather had Cremefur here instead, he thought to himself. It wasn’t often that Wolfstar thought about his adopted brother, Stormpaw, because it had been so long ago, but the memory was still painful. “Of course I remember,” he meowed back, his tone a little snappy. Berrystar ignored it, continuing on. “Then you must remember that you were always strong against the hatred, and Scorpionstrike grew weaker every time he let the anger and rejection cloud his mind. That silvery tom died as he had lived; painfully. You haven’t seen him in our ranks because there is no place in StarClan for that kind of hatred and evil amongst us. So, why are you going down the same path that your enemy did?” 

    Wolfstar bared his teeth at his former leader, the fur along his neck prickling. “I am nothing like Scorpionstrike! How dare you compare me to that filth! He tortured me, told me I was nothing and that I didn’t deserve to be a WindClan cat. Now I’m leader and he’s in the ground.”

    And you’re lying in a pool of your own blood on the battlefield.” Berrystar said simply, his shoulder shrugging. “Don’t become the cat you feared, Wolfstar. You know what happens when anger clouds judgement.” As quickly as he had come, Berrystar’s brown coat misted before disappearing back to where he had come from, leaving Wolfstar’s mouth gaping wide and his eyes still narrowed. If anything, Wolfstar was just as angry as before, probably even more so. The gray-and-white tom shook his head and gritted his teeth, staring down at his two front paws. I’m nothing like Scorpionstrike. I will never become anything like Scorpionstrike. Suddenly, his vision of the calm surrounding began to fade away, and he knew StarClan had healed him enough to go back to his living body. He kept his eyes closed as he transferred back to reality and it wasn’t long before he was gasping for air, his eyes wide and wild as he looked around. 

    #6878
    Tori
    Participant

    – P A N T H E R S T O R M –

    Hearing his elder brother return his statements with fierce determination was a surprise to him and it showed clearly on his expression, as his previous smirk dropped from his face. Forestmask lately had been tip-toeing around him as if he were walking on ice and avoided him like coming into contact with him would spread severe sickness, so for the tom he had known to be timid and weak to begin to fight back against him, to let him know that he would no longer be subservient was a shock. Then, the tabby tom was launching his body towards his own and the two of them were being propelled backwards into the river water. The two of them being RiverClan born, fighting in the water was of no hard task for them. Pantherstorm’s jaws parted in a fierce snarl, hatred overwhelming his consciousness as he tousled with his brother. 

    Pantherstorm knew that his brother may have been a trained warrior in terms of RiverClan’s fighting style and that he was as confident as could be in the water, but he doubted that Forestmask’s physical capabilities were anywhere near a match to his own. If this came up to a battle of strength between them, he would win and that was as clear as day to him. He took the blows his former mentor dished out unflinchingly, despite the previous wounds he had sustained in battle. Adrenaline was coursing through his veins and the thrill of the fight was the only thing driving him.

    The black tom was just about prepared to make his next move, but his hindpaw suddenly was swept up from under him. A stone from underneath their paws was dislodged in the grapple of movement and the current of the water and it just so happened to be the exact thing that had been securing his footing properly. As it went, so did his balance, and he was immediately swept backwards and was thrown into the fierce rapids. The tug and pull of the water yanked his body under and his vision blurred as his skull hit the jagged peaks beneath with a sickening crunch. His blood bathed the river water red, and shortly after, the body of the black-furred RiverClan warrior floated back up silently to the banks.

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