//CW: Description of gore, blood, and injury. I'm mostly putting it in the second paragraph so if you don't wanna read it, feel free to skip that paragraph!
His eyes narrow as his eyes snap to Azaleapaw and that other apprentice, the tide seeming to not be on her side either. Of course, apprentices suffer, that's why Houndthistle made it a point that Mirepaw stay in camp until he was ready. His jaw set, debating abandoning his opponents to go and rip either of those Shadowclan mutts from the Windclan apprentices and make sure they atleast were okay. But a sound caught his ears.
It takes just a moment for battles to take a turn. Just a split second. As his gaze is focused on his clanmates, he turns his guard from his opponents. A voice, chittering in delight, reaches his ears a moment too late as a weight lands upon his right side, making the large tom stumble heavily, snarling as claws dig in his flesh for grip. But what makes him really howl like the creature he's named after is, as his head whips to rip at the tick that clung to him, claws ripped savagely across his face, blistering hot white pain flaring in his skull so loud he cried aloud, the left side of his oculars painted red and throbbing from the trauma they suffered. Overran with adrenaline, he aims to snap his teeth hard upon Chittertongue's paw, and, if successful, throws the other by his paw at Ratwater, reacting blindly. If his attempts at defense are successful, he stumbles back, a large paw reaching up, shaking, to touch where his eye is. He snarls, hissing loudly as gasps leave his mouth, bringing his trembling paw down to look at to see it is drenched in crimson.
His teeth bare, murderous rage blaring in the eye that could be seen under all the gore as his face snaps up to face the both of them. He rushes forward, paws a blur, as he aims fast, hard swats and swings at both cats, trying to back them back into the murky, rotten forest from which they came. He aims to bloody them, teeth snapping and claws flashing with quick strength. If he could, he'd kill them both, but he wanted them to flee and turn tail. There was always another day for him to kill a filthy Shadowclanner.