LAST CALL. private battle

[QUIETSTREAM.]

CO-COMPARSION IS SLOWLY KILLING ME, I THINK I THINK TOO MUCH​

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they're not a fighter, they're not even close to being a good one, and yet they don't run. they can't move backwards. the idea of the rocks being taken makes them sick to their stomach. she can't just sit idly, and she is too far to go back and protect the kits. thunderclanners likely hadn't known where the temporary camp was, right? and they'd only wanted the rocks... they didn't want the entire territory... right? looking across the water, some cat stood out. it seemed like he wanted to fight, too, but he did not dare cross the river. maybe if... maybe if quietstream was lucky enough, she could push him in? it wasn't much, but she could try. they would try. with a shake of their own fur, they leap into the river, crossing and pulling themself up onto the rocks. they circled around the tom cat, before attempting to push him forward, and closer to the water. it is unlikely this very move did anything. quietstream wasn't a fighter.

//a bit rushed bc it's early morning but you can note that this might be a pretty easy fight! quiet is fast, and nimble but not very strong! they can defend themself enough, but their offense is not nearly as good! ill dm you about the specific scars i want her to get !! @OWLEAR
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[OWLEAR]

At once, there is chaos. Determination holds him steady as the RiverClanners break rank. They lunge, and ThunderClan meets– he pulls himself from the foliage and snarls, a sound so unlike the typically calm tom. Age has not been cruel to him yet. Experience and strength meld in the brown tabby, standing tall. Worry grips into him, clinging like a parasite (would Stormpaw fight well? would someone injure her? would they win this fight? their bellies relied on it), yet he shakes it off time and time again as hazel eyes scan the battlefield. Hold steady, his body language tells Stormpaw, The time is not yet right. They do not have to wait long.

The RiverClanner that comes upon him is clever, but not strong. Their shoulder shoves to his flank and Owlear stumbles forward one measly step before his paws dig into the stone and he snarls again, pivoting on a firm paw to try and slam a broad shoulder into Quietstream's chest.

˗ˏˋ〚  OOC NOTES INFORMATION 〛´ˎ˗

• ooc: SO sorry for the delay, i should be faster today!! and tagging @STORMPAW for apprentice shenanigans!
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  ──── owlear. senior warrior of thunderclan. cis male.
  ──── approximately 90 moons old, yet still youthful.
  ──── pansexual and single,   though with past flings.
  
  ──── a chocolate tabby with long, thick fur and a broad-shouldered build. despite his age, he is still a strong, imposing tomcat with clear, attentive eyes. though they are a muted hazel, they seem to twinkle with silent wisdom and a warm, deep-seated joy.
• "speech"

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[STORMFEATHER]

There are so many of them, Stormpaw marvels as she crouches down by her mentor in the brush. One by one, the RiverClan cats begin to appear, the river water dripping from their sleek coats as they lunge themselves at the ThunderClan cats—her family and friends. Stormpaw's heart lurches and she presses close to Owlet's fur. She trusts her older mentor and she had resolved to stay by his side for the duration of the battle. Most of the RiverClan cats are much older than her. Stormpaw takes in a deep breath and closes her eyes.

Suddenly one of the RiverClan cats is circling them. Stormpaw's hackles raise and her mouth curls back into a snarl. When Owlear tries to slam a paw into Quietstream's chest, Stormpaw bounces forward to try to pierce tiny needle-sharp claws into Quietstream's flank.

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[QUIETSTREAM.]

CO-COMPARSION IS SLOWLY KILLING ME, I THINK I THINK TOO MUCH​

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they bit off way more than they could chew. it was two against one, and this one was not even close to being capable. she barely stood a chance against owlear, alone, but now that he has help from his hesitant apprentice, it seems the stars are not on her side at all. with a grunt, she feels herself being knocked over from the force, whimpering as claws dug into her flank. it was barely enough to draw blood, but it did so, nonetheless. she stood onto her paws, claws pushing out as her ears pinned back. she hadn't even wanted to do this. why didn't they run? and why... why did they need the rocks? didn't they care that riverclan had just fought off windclan? howlingstar said they were starving but so was riverclan! no one was immune from the hell that was brought on by leafbare. what made them so special so have to claim their land?

why can't you just go home!? why do we need to fight!? they think, green gaze bouncing back and forth between the two cats. this sucked. they needed to find a way to get them out of here. they had better chance with stormpaw. and so they take it, aiming to use their claws and swipe at her muzzle. they would spin away from owlear to do so, maining their focus on the apprentice. sure, they could hear owlear's movements but they would not be able to dodge his attacks like this.

( hehe get her ass )
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[STORMFEATHER]

Inexperienced as she was, Stormpaw squealed when claws met her muzzle. She had cut herself once on the thorns on the nursery brambles, but this hurt so much more! Something like betrayal shone in her eyes—her little mind was not mature enough to understand fully the gravity of the situation. All cats were friends—they were not supposed to hurt each other.

Unless they were starving.

Stormpaw grit her teeth, knowing that she was disadvantaged due to her size and rank, but she had Owlear to help, and the whole of ThunderClan. Unbeknownst to her, her mother had been swept down the river, and her leader had lost a life.

Stormpaw imagined Quietstream was a dog and she lunged again to swipe her own claws across Quietstream's face, blood roaring in her ears.

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[OWLEAR]

There is a burst of pride at Stormpaw's fight. Her claws connect, but so too do the river cat's. He will have to go over it later, to soothe her wound and calm her troubled mind. This was a fight they must win for desperation– RiverClan holds uselessly, tiredly, for nothing more than stubborn pride. They could not risk everything for nothing, and Owlear would not risk his apprentice more than he absolutely must. At that desperation, at the gritting of her teeth, he loses part of himself. No longer was Quietstream a young cat with a life ahead of her. They were an opponent. They had started this battle, and he would not allow it to finish poorly.

The senior warrior takes advantage of his apprentice's pressed attack, and sweeps for Quietstream's shoulder, aiming to knock her off balance with a mighty blow down her side, yet he overestimates his own size compared to hers. The blow curves up and down, his claws dangerously close to the RiverClanner's spine. He withdraws jerkily, his heart thundering in his ears, but does not allow his fear to show across his face. There is only determination, cold and sharp.

˗ˏˋ〚  OOC NOTES INFORMATION 〛´ˎ˗

• ooc: —
• 
  ──── owlear. senior warrior of thunderclan. cis male.
  ──── approximately 90 moons old, yet still youthful.
  ──── pansexual and single,   though with past flings.
  
  ──── a chocolate tabby with long, thick fur and a broad-shouldered build. despite his age, he is still a strong, imposing tomcat with clear, attentive eyes. though they are a muted hazel, they seem to twinkle with silent wisdom and a warm, deep-seated joy.
• "speech"

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[QUIETSTREAM.]

CO-COMPARSION IS SLOWLY KILLING ME, I THINK I THINK TOO MUCH​

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this wasn't supposed to be how this went. she should have went home from the beginning but she chose to stay and fight. it was as if they really, truly, wanted to prove to cicadastar that they could do this– though they hadn't needed to. she was fine the way she was. she was fine being someone who didn't fight and now she bit off way more than she could possibly chew. they stumbled backwards at the feel of claws on her face, whimpering while blood began to drip from the wound. she... needed to get out of here. but they didn't have the chance to. they were knocked into, falling into the ground before suddenly a hot searing pain down their back. their claws dug into the ground as they tried to make sense of what was happening, but all they felt was pain.

tears clouded her emerald gaze, her nub of a tail fluffing up, her gaze shaking back and forth. there wasn't anything to look at anymore, and yet they still stared ahead.

"s...st...stop..."

they almost flinch at the sound of the voice. it's a foreign melody, one that doesn't bring them any comfort or joy. they didn't talk anymore. and yet, the words spill out, the fresh wounds over powering the painful tug upon her vocal cords. she needed to get out of here. the sound of retreat makes them sob, as they slowly tried to pull themself up off of the ground, tumbling and falling back down.

"p...p....papa... d-don't... leave... without me... i'm... s-sorry..."

her voice rasped out, and she tried again, pushing weakly onto her paws, stumbling forward, barely managing to catch herself. a lack of tail did not make this any better for their balance. they turned to look at the other two, wincing once more before they slowly made their way back across the river, and managed to catch up to an npc, who helped her fully cross, and out of the flowing water. they nudged quietstream who only pressed into their side, limping home, ears pinned back in defeat. they were going to die... weren't they?

//out ! thank yall bunches teehee
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