private AND SHE TAKES YOU IN HER VIOLENT ARMS \ battle priv

[HAKU]

Yowls shattered the atmosphere, the noise refusing to let up. Tainting the air, the tang of blood was all that Haku could taste and smell. Through the chaos and clamour did Haku's domino form weave, past pelts of all sorts of colours, trying to find someone he knew in this daylight darkness. He could not tell dead from alive, injured from safe, marsh from pine- that was until before him drew into view a tom unfamiliar. His face was not one Haku had seen, and his stench- that was undoubtedly marsh. The word 'kittypet' had surely left his mouth, spat in a derogatory way toward the cats who had saved him. Even if it hadn't, this cat cast vision toward him, bristling without recognition or kindness. He was clearly on the other side, the wrong side, selfish and demanding and filled with a lack of understanding.

"What are you looking at?" he spat, eyes flitting to ice-shards narrowed with suspicion and hatred. Claws sprung from their prison- if it was a fight he wanted, a fight he would absolutely get.

/ @FLINT. ! hope this is ok!!​

[ PENNED BY PIN ]​

 

[FLINT.]

"SOMETIMES, I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU WANT"​

// IT'S PERF!

Sandra was probably dead by now. Another body along the rows and rows of corpses that have dropped, never to blink or breathe again. Somewhere in him, he grieved. Somewhere. But he had made that conscious decision to turn his back on her when she had been leapt upon by pine cats. She knew the truth, so wasn't this just an easier way to silence her? Soot had his kits, not her. Soot was more important.

He would tell himself this as he weaved through the throng of cats, throwing slashes and hisses towards passing opponents until he came face to face with an interesting-looking tom. Black and white and tall, taller than Flint. Undoubtedly hailing from the pine forest with that sappy stench. Fur bristled and claws hooking into the ground, the gray and white tom let out a growl. What are you looking at?

No answer would come out, just a yowl before he launched himself at the other tom. He aimed to tackle him over, and if successful, would lash out with blood-stained ivory claws to try and maul whatever flesh he could.
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[HAKU]

For not a moment did he hesitate. In this spiralling violence, he could not afford it- he knew once he locked eyes with another it would be kill or be killed. He had come to this fight knowing that, and had accepted it. The cats of the pine forest had saved him from a life of misery and loneliness, and though he isolated himself even from their friendliness he knew he would be much worse off without them. If he lost, it would mean he had finally done some selfless good. If he won, there would be blood on his paws, but it would be the blood of one who wished to murder those who took him in simply for greed.

So, jaws would part in a hiss of pain as he was tackled to the ground, the grey tom bowling him over onto his back. A shock spread through his spine, slammed, and the sting of claws burrowed into the flesh of his shoulder; he was at a disadvantage, and had not had even a moment to adapt to Ember's advice from before. Haku craned his neck forward, teeth grasping for flesh between neck and shoulder. ​

[ PENNED BY PIN ]​

 

[FLINT.]

"SOMETIMES, I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU WANT"​

Rage filled him, engulfed him like burning fire as he tasted blood, felt the warmth spread between his toes as claws sliced through flesh. He had him pinned. Teeth sank into his scruff and earned a snarl of pain, only causing Flint to kick and scratch faster, harder. He wouldn't realize it, but the two toms were rolling unceremoniously closer to the stream that bordered the oak forest. Though his muscles ached and screamed, adrenaline wouldn't allow Flint to stop. He was aiming to kill. He would win. He would watch his kits grow up, no matter the cost.
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[HAKU]

Haku knew he could not let fear take him- but fear was easier to feel than bloodlust. Still pinned and trapped in thrashing movement, the black-and-white tom continued to snap at anything before him, even when it was nothing but air. The sting of new wounds sprung up every moment. This was not like sparring- there was no moment of respite, no time for a breath or even a thought. The rushing of stream water splashed in the backdrop of the tussle, Haku's face contorting into a snarl. There was not a moment to turn around and check how close they were to it- if they both fell in, perhaps it would force the grey and white tom off of him. ​

[ PENNED BY PIN ]​

 

[FLINT.]

"SOMETIMES, I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU WANT"​

// so sorry for the late reply!

New panic mixed with relief spread through Flint as the first splashes of water reached his paws. He would do his best to claw and wrangle the tom into the shallows, feeling his own hind paws slip and slice themselves on the sharp rocks beneath the water as they fought to keep footing. Lips set in a permanent snarl, he spat down at his opponent, "Stop....fighting!" With a grunt, he shoved his full weight onto the tom, hopefully plunging him into the cool depths.
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[HAKU]

\ NO SWEAT MAN ik you've been super busy!!

Stop fighting, but how could he? The question hardly had a moment to be pondered- for into the shallows he was swallowed, rushing water clogging his ears. His monochrome features creased in discomfort- more than that, as he realised he was not being pushed in, but held.

What a feeble hope that had been- and now he finds himself entirely in the spur of the moment, the decision to fight still buzzing through his veins but ebbed by the weakness of stinging wounds. Through the resistance of water do his hind legs kick, doubtlessly splashing his opponent in the process, but he still does not let go. Haku had not registered the breath he had taken before being plunged into the stream, but he must have- because there is more strength in him than he would have otherwise thought.

This tom- is he ever going to let go? Kill or be killed, that was what he had anticipated when he had entered this fight, and had known he may not leave. But now that possibility seemed entirely... well, possible. Fear quickened his breath- the breaths he could not take. A gasping lungful of water burned his throat.

Through stinging eyes of water-blue he stared up at the blurred form of his last opponent. Even the mere name of this tom is unknown to him, but there is no time for him to feel frustration toward that fact for soon his mind begins to pigeon-hole upon panic. There is nothing he can do in this position, nothing he can say. The water is cold and grows colder and colder and colder, frigid frostbite biting biting biting.

He tries to breathe again but there is nothing, only stinging-nettles in his eyes and stabbing jolts in his throat. He thinks he is still kicking but he doesn't know anymore, he doesn't know anymore, there's no way for him to know anymore. His eyes sting but see nothing, and he does not know when his body stops moving but it does. It does. It does, and the panic stops, and the fear remains.

He has done it. Died for a good cause, died to protect, even if he has done little comparatively. Is that redemption?

He had always thought, when death finally took him, he would be met with the grinning faces and open arms of his twolegs. But all he can see is stars.​

[ PENNED BY PIN ]​