pafp THIS IS MY REVENGE | Fight

[Firefang]

Firepaw has always loved battle training she looked forward to it even, especially the kind she was paired with other apprentices it granted her a way to work out all her stress and show her prowess all while making some chump bruised and battered all for the sake of fun! And learning she guesses but to her mostly fun! She'd pass a look Badgermoon's way as she struts around in front of her opponent; in front of poor Perwinklepaw she's elated it's him she'd been waiting for an opportunity to remind the little mouse heart of his place. He had some nerve saying anything to Gravelpaw and his attitude around her lately really was getting her riled. Her claws flex into the ground and her throat rumbles as laughter spills out of her, she's excited really excited. ❝It's been so long since I got the chance to really let loose!❞ she grins chest puffed out and tail held high a clear sign of bravado and she knows her mentor wasn't a fan of this sort of behavior but she loved to press at her opponents, to get their tempers boiling! It led to better fights and for their brains to be clouded with the red rage she too often fell victim to. It really hadn't been long at all truly, but she wouldn't claim the fight against the traitors was as fun as what was about to occur.

She struts closer to him leaning down to whisper cruel words in his ear ❝Hope you're ready to eat dust can't wait to embarrass you in front of everyone❞ her grin grows as she backs away snapping a few words his way while she's still mostly out of ear shot of the mentors ❝Not that you don't do that already❞ it was obvious to all that watched regardless of her more toned down voice she wasn't saying anything kind. She watches for his reaction before she seals the deal and prepares herself for their battle.

❝Ruh-ruh-Ready when your are!❞ ​

@Periwinklebreeze.
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[Periwinklebreeze.]

STEADY THE RIGHTS AND THE WRONGS
periwinklepaw | 07 months | demi-boy | he/they | physically easy (pacifist) | mentally easy | attack in bold #ccccff

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Starclan is certainly punishing him.

He doesn't know who's bright idea it had been to pair him and firepaw up, but they must certainly hate perwinklepaw. The apprentice is not having a good day - any elation he'd had at making a successful catch recently immediately dimmed upon the realization that he had battle-practice. He'd been so good at avoiding group training up until now - only ever dragged into public hunting sessions, never being forced to spar with his fellow apprentices. Where had things gone so wrong?

The boy is certain that no-one here today expects this to be a fair fight. In fact, he doubts the thought of him being able to hold his own, let alone win has never once crossed the minds of a single cat gathered - himself included. He's not completely defenseless - not anymore at least. He's had nearly a full moon of secretive training now after all, he'd learned his lesson well after his fox encounter. The scars won't let him forgot it either - the constant twinges of pain in the cold and whenever he stretches' just a bit to much or a bit to far a steady reminder. Not that anyone here would now it save for himself, @VULTUREMASK , and @Snowshadow .

The slim black and white tom stands there, waiting - posture loose and relaxed and utterly tired of this farce already. But then she goes and opens her mouth - goes and does it again. Mocks him. He is not usually quick to temper - he is a rather patient cat after all, kind and empathetic and though he can be judgmental his temperament is certainly more serene than most. But firepaw is a whole new level of nasty. He can handle the rude remarks, the passive aggressive taunts, even the actual aggression thrown his way by others, as long as it centers around himself and the choices he's made. He knows he is different after all - he is soft, not like them. But to mock what he cannot control? To throw back his starclan sent differences?

Third times the charm has never been a more apt saying, for before he even knows it long limbs are moving as he full bodily launches at firepaw with claws outstretched, aiming to send her to the ground not even a warning other than the look of hatred in his gaze. It is no longer just firepaw he sees - he sees wisteriapaw mocking him, calling him a lier for 'faking' his illnesses. in her place instead is sootstar with her brutality against his family, it is the fox that had nearly stolen his life from him before it had begun, it is every clanmate that had dared to touch dandelionwish, to send him away. Firepaw is bothersome enough on her own, but today she has become the embodiment of everything he hates about the world - and he is going to do everything he always wished he could.

It is as though he is not the one in control of his body, of his limbs. Gone is the boy who could not even conceive pretending to fight his clanmates - of bringing harm upon another. No - he wants to hurt her - wants to feel flesh tear and taste blood on his tongue in a way he never has before.

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[Azaleafrost]

She considered herself good at fighting. She had scrapped with her mentor plenty of times before and was forced to learn on the fly. She learned how to fight cats bigger than her and knew how to handle those her size.

She had to admit, the thrill of dominating an opponent was something she lived for. To taste blood on her tongue, feel the sensation of flesh ripping on her claws. The violence that stirred in her would only continue to grow.

Watching Firepaw gloat made her blood boil, and when she mocked Periwinklepaw, it lit on fire. Excitement shone in her eyes as Periwinklepaw snapped and attacked her most hated enemy.

"You can do it, Periwinklepaw!" She called from the sidelines.

She knew she had likely made herself a target, but so what? Periwinklepaw deserved to beat her up for all the mocking she did of him.
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[SNAKEHISS]

❪ TAGS ❫ — Group training days always tended to be tedious; droning lessons, sparring, sometimes winning and sometimes losing. Apprentices would often return with a few minor nicks or scratches, nothing too major, although it was the WindClan way to use unsheathed claws in practice. Apparently, the other clans did not practice like they did. How would they ever prepare for a real fight?

However, today, a spar between Firepaw and Periwinklepaw was commencing. It wasn't often that the two were paired together, so Snakepaw joins the others in spectating the match. A dull, unimpressed expression weighs on youthful features, a neutral frown plastered onto his maw as he sits and watches. A narrowed side-eye is cast in the direction of the blue-hued she-cat near him. Azaleapaw seems to be on Periwinklepaw's team; huh, figures that two weaklings would stick by one another. Snakepaw, on the other hand, did not care to pick sides in this matter. "I'm not rooting for either one of them, quite honestly." He mutters to no one in particular, flicking the tip of his tail. The tom was only interested in seeing one of them, or even both of them, get beat up. Realistically speaking, Firepaw would likely emerge as the victor of this spar, though he wouldn't mind seeing her ego knocked down a peg or five. Maybe Periwinklepaw would surprise everyone? His lunge looked packed with fight, not something that he would want to be on the receiving end of.​

 

[GRAVELSNAP]

Gravelpaw does not think themself a bully, nor do they think any of their friends are. Sure, they have lashed out when kits bothered them, and Firepaw tends to poke fun at Periwinklepaw each time she sees them, but it’s deserved, they think. And Firepaw jokes around with everyone like that, occasionally biting and mean. That’s just how she is, so when the black she-cat begins mocking Periwinklepaw’s stutter, Gravelpaw says nothing.

Things escalate quickly, though—Periwinklepaw lunges at the other apprentice, showing a strength that Gravelpaw has never seen from them before. "You guys-" they begin, but their protest is quieted by Azaleapaw and Snakepaw’s words. Periwinklepaw’s attack doesn’t seem playful, like Firepaw’s jokes, but vicious, meant to hurt. Houndthistle’s most recent lesson echoes in their head as they watch, wide-eyed—“Vengeance is a cruel, sly fox, she is.” Is this Periwinklepaw’s vengeance? Will he live to regret it?

Their paws tremble, shoulders tensed. Hazel eyes are locked on the duo as they tussle, but they make no attempt to break the two up even as they protest, "This isn’t the way to solve problems." They want to help in some way, but at the same time they’re not about to insert themself into the flurry of movement. They like Firepaw, she’s their friend, but they aren’t planning on catching a claw to the face in her defense. Stars, she might even find it rude if they interrupt—might think that breaking up the fight is an insult to her honor, even. And besides, Periwinklepaw may be angry but they’re not exactly a frightening opponent.
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[ DEATH OF A DREAM ]​

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[Mintshade]

WindClan did not raise weaklings. While not at rigorously strict as her sister due to her lazy and nonchalant personality, Mintshade agreed wholeheartedly with how this clan was being ran. Cats learned to fight early, they learned what it felt like to lose their blood quick in order to instill in them the will to fight and survive in the future when battles may be more vicious than a simple spat among clanmates. When she eventually got her own apprentice she would insist on this same brutality, claws out and no hesitation to punish those who wronged you. While she was loathed to agree with the kittypet brat, she was more than delighted to see this kind of violent enthusiasm from the otherwise placid and pathetic point cat that traitor Hyacinthbreath had left in their midsts when she was exiled. Perhaps there might be some hope for the apprentice? Perhaps they would see a proper WindClanner out of him yet?
That is if he had the strength to back up his will, if Firepaw could throw them without so much as a little effort then the black molly would dismiss them entirely. Waste of time really.
"Remember to keep those claws out!" She encouraged, wiry tail twisting behind her in utter glee as she selects a spot to sit proper and observe away from the blue apprentice to avoid her wretched kittypet scent; her dark form settled next to Snakepaw instead.

The black and white apprentice next to her offers a protest and she shoots an acidic glare his way, lips curled back to show her teeth in a grin.
"This is EXACTLY how you solve problems, Gravelpaw, or did you forget what clan you live in?" Did he want to go next perhaps? Maybe making him and Azaleapaw go at it would be entertaining to watch. The son of one of WindClan's loyal soldiers versus the filthy bloodline of that kittypet blue she-cat.
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[Firefang]

It was no secret she always thought him little more then aweak fumbling coward, she expects him to roll over and take it but to her surprise and delight he doesn't - she hit a nerve one that she had strained for a while now without fully realizing. If her grin could grow more toothy it would! She wanted a fight and that's what she'd get, Periwinklepaw was showing a side of himself hardly anyone had seen and she'd brought it out of him made him look for just a moment like a true cat of Windclan ferocity and all none of that weak passive badger-shit. He comes rushing at her and indeed finds his mark, her claws dig into the ground to hold her as still as she can but she's still pushed still needs to stabilize herself to not flop onto her side. He'd really meant the attack this was no longer just a sparring match. She can feel the ecstasy of adrenaline pumping through her veins ❝Now that's more like it!❞ she laughs. They have a proper audience, she can hear their chatter hear the annoying shouting of Aazaleapaw crying out her support for the losing party. Typical, losers stuck together didn't they?

She doesn't waste more time she rushes at him claws fully unsheathing she doesn't want to knock him over nah that'd be ending the fight to soon she would lunge forward one claw striking out in a attempt to rake at his neck. If succesful she'd try to side step away so she was no longer directly in front of him.​

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[Addervenom]

Life doesn't discriminate

The sight of a large crowd clustering together draws the boy's attention, causing his to lift his paws a prowl over. Smoldering amber eyes peer past riled clanmates to see both Periwinklepaw and Firepaw exchanging blows. Claws out and teeth bared. While he truthfully did not care who won the match he treated this as a valuable learning lesson. A chance to see battle moves flung about in rapid succession. It was an opportunity to add to his mental archive of attack and defense. Adderkit eventually settles beside Mintshade, ears perk and gaze hyper focused upon the grueling action. As Firepaw's forearm swings forth with the intention to rend flesh, he leans forward slightly, anticipating a splatter of crimson. The art of battle appeared to be a chaotic dance to him, a never-ending flow of motion until one finally conceded or stopped moving entirely. ​

Between the sinners and the saints​

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[VULTUREMASK]

Had he just heard wrong or had Firepaw just made fun of the way Periwinklepaw spoke?. Vulturemask would observe with a bemused eye and by the way Periwinklepaw reacted to it literally lunging themselves at the other apprentice made it clear Firepaw's behavior towards the peace seeking apprentice was not new. Vulturemask knew them well enough to know this sort of behavior was a rare case. Never had he ever seen Periwinklepaw respond with violence to anything before. Firepaw had clearly said something unforgivable and for that he really hoped Hyacinthbreath son wouldn't go easy on this one. She didn't deserve it and actually it pleased him to see Peri standing up for themselves. It was about time it happend because otherwise no one would take them seriously which clearly was the case here with Firepaw.

Of course there was this urge to step in to defend Peri but he had to push it away. He couldn't be their savior forever. There would be times he just couldn't be there for them beside...it was clear as day this was a battle Periwinklepaw had to win all on their own. So he would seat to watch at the sideline to watch carefully, hoping Periwinklepaw would remember the trainings he and Snowshadow had have with them. It was time for them to show he had learned anything and put it all into action today. He knew they could do this. He knew Periwinklepaw could win this. He believed in them seeing more potential in them then most here especially cats like Firepaw.

Starclan for sure would frown when watching over that future warrior with disappointment.


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[icebreath]

TAGS — Icepaw has no love for battle training, though she knows its a necessity; the winter's ordeals have made this increasingly clear. This awareness rarely does much to calm her nerves. Though she's not necessarily awful in a fight at this point, considering how much training she has under her belt by her age, it still feels wildly and uncomfortably unnatural. Not to mention how small she is and how fragile she feels; most enemies dwarf her. Training with other cats close to her size, or even moor-runners, failed to properly prepare her for the disparity; she still recalls the shock she'd felt upon facing such bigger cats in SkyClan's camp with a bit of tension. Her speed is her saving grace — without it she'd be defenseless. And even then it isn't always the infallible shield she wishes it were, especially when anxiety rules her in combat with an iron fist, clouding her judgment and sometimes slowing her reflexes — regardless of whether it's during training or the real thing. Frustratingly, she sees very little improvement as the moons pass, to the point that it often feels intangible. How in the world had she managed to fool anyone into thinking she's at all competent?

Even arriving to watch this brawl between her peers is enough to make her a bit nervous as it stirs up memories and thoughts of future possibilities, but it's certainly nothing compared to how she'd feel in either of their places. Today her intent is to observe, thankfully; with any luck, she'll pick up some tips. Maybe even get a bit inspired. Her blue gaze mainly follows Firepaw — for all her bluster, she does seem to be a good fighter. Even if she had lost to a kittypet. Snailpaw had told her about the dark-furred molly's exploits in the SkyClan battle, and today she fights with ferocity as well. Maybe to make up for the Silverpaw thing. Regardless of the reason, she thinks back to their stargazing trip and decides her reassurance, though not backed by any firsthand observation, had been correct; Firepaw clearly is strong. And so confident! Enough to laugh mid spar! Icepaw figures she'd be intimidated if she were Periwinklepaw — and then she remembers how Firepaw had called her too cute to be at all intimidating herself. The blue point's cheeks heat up at the memory and she looks away for a moment, but Gravelpaw's interjection pulls her out of her thoughts.

They look up at him from where they sit near his side, and then back to the grappling apprentices in an attempt to figure out what he means. The whole thing does feel... particularly aggressive, she realizes. It's no secret how the dark-furred molly feels about her opponent; Icepaw's heard plenty of it. He's a weakling, she always says, and Icepaw always tries not to take that sentiment too personally given their insecurity, especially since Firepaw used to pick on her for the same thing when they were younger. But, she always reminds herself, the bullying has ceased for a reason! She's made her mark, achieved her own victories (even if it all feels like a farce). As annoying as Firepaw can still be, she's at least grateful to have earned her respect. They let it act as motivation to improve their combat skills, fueled by Mintshade's barbed reply. It seems to have fueled Periwinklepaw, too; he certainly isn't acting or fighting like the cat Firepaw paints him to be. He doubtlessly harbors resentment for her; she's heard cats murmuring about it, about the glares he sends her way. A part of her empathizes with him out of experience, but a stronger part reminds her that WindClan has no room for weakness; it should be discouraged at all costs, even if the methods are... unpleasant. And clearly it's working, with how he's handling himself right now!

She's tempted to cheer for Firepaw to combat Azaleapaw's call, but holds back; does Firepaw really need the ego boost, boastful as she already is? But also, they're... well, they aren't necessarily friends. She's still the annoying fur ball she's always been, but how can Icepaw not see her in a different light after their heart to heart? How can she not want to encourage her when she clearly has so many more insecurities than she lets on? Not to mention how weird it'd feel to act like none of that bonding happened, even if she sometimes wants to for simplicity's sake. It's hard to sort out her thoughts on a cat so irritating, braggy, and aggressive who's also so sympathetic, driven, passionate...

They lose themselves in thought again as they gaze at the spar, striped tail twitching.
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[Periwinklebreeze.]

STEADY THE RIGHTS AND THE WRONGS
periwinklepaw | 07 months | demi-boy | he/they | physically easy (pacifist) | mentally easy | attack in bold #ccccff

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The impact is startling - he'd actually done it, thrown himself at her. His attack seems to fall short of his goal however - she is neither thrown about nor did he manage to draw first blood. Instead the older apprentice hits back just as hard, sending him stumbling though the boy is proud not to completely lose his footing. Claws tear into flesh - stinging, singing pain; but he's used to that. As blood wells up he darts forwards - blindly raking his claws across her head, hoping to at least snag her ears. He's determined to get at least one hit in before he loses this pitiful spar.

Blood and lungs pump hard - he almost cant hear the cheers and grumblings of the crowd over the rushing in his ears. Azaleapaw, Vulturmask, Gravelpaw, they're all watching. He darts back a few steps, cautious, timid - he wants to do this, has to, but it's still terrifying if he lets himself think about it to long. Its just a spar. He tells himself. It was... inevitable. Already he's beginning to have doubts, have second thoughts. Had it been anyone else he would've lied down and taken it. But it just had to be her. He watches and waits, tail lashing and flanks heaving.

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