sensitive topics THE STARS WILL BE YOUR EYES [🗡️] battle



There's so much chaos. Shouting and snarling and the frantic sounds of claws digging into flesh and teeth snapping at fur and faces. Rattleheart's legs are shaking as he faces Sootspritespark, and he hopes it isn't too noticeable. Her shoulder is absent from his jaws, nothing left but the sharp tang of blood that leaves him wanting to gag. He can't though, not wanting to show weakness while fighting alongside his fellow Windclanners - no matter how much he didn't want to be here. No matter how much he wanted to be home. Instead his ears flattened down against his head, lengthy tail lashing behind them as he hissed words out in the Skyclanner's direction. "Shut up! Calling us cowards while you literally dropped down on us from the trees!" It's a weak justification, but it's the best he can come up with while his mind is racing and trying to figure out how to get out of things alive.

She lunges forward before he can truly process what's happening, claws colliding with his jaw and ripping open tender skin. His howl of pain only grew even worse when her claws scraped down to his shoulder, blood welling up and staining the monochrome tones of his pelt red and pink. Rattleheart loathed violence, but fury was what drove him forward to twist away and try to headbutt Sootspritespark's side, one paw reaching up to attempt to rake his claws down her flank. It's a vicious attack for him, but not a brutal one in general considering the different warriors that were out on the battlefield all around them. His rage floundered the moment Sootstar's yell for retreat reached him though, head swiveling around and catching sight of Blazestar's bloodied and battered form in the distance. Had Sootstar gotten him?

Not wanting to be left behind with a bunch of furious Skyclanners, Rattleheart stumbled back away from Sootspritespark, snarling out as he did so. "Go home. T-... Tend to your broken leader." It's the closest thing to a harsh taunt he can manage, turning tail and racing after Sootstar's retreating form. His own body is battered and bleeding, but he knows he's gotten lucky in the grand scheme of things - especially considering the recent death of Vulturemask.

// attacking @Sootspritespark. and then retreating!
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sootspritespark | 37 months | demi-girl | she/they | physically medium | mentally hard | attack in bold #ffff99
Her spiteful taunts or met by a stammered out response, and sootsprite is so distracted by rattleheart rather lackluster comeback that his attack finds home before she knows it - the jolt sends her stumbling's, and it's all she can do to grit her teeth and bear it as scorching searing pain runs through her flank and across her hind leg. Blood spills forth freely, matting down black curls with its stickiness, and she is quick to hobble back, posture kept low and crouched. She almost misses the call for retreat, had the enemy tom not pointed it pout. She lets him flee - it is not worth it, she thinks, already wounds had come to close for comfort. "Cowards" she repeats once more - gaze now falling onto blazestars form. Had he gone and lost another life, like what she'd witnessed with the dog? She watches in morbid fascination, though she is merely glad it is not here lying there blooded and wounded, her own injuries paling in comparison and nothing worse than she'd face in her time before joining the clans. The life of a warrior is harsh and brutal - death and danger lurking 'round every corner. She loves it.

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Angry at all the things I can't change
Bluepool's teeth meet the flesh of his shoulder just before Sootstar calls her retreat, earning a hiss from the young warrior. His desire is to unleash another volley of swipes but she breaks away and flees with the rest of the moorlanders before he can do so. Blood beads up where her teeth once were but he has no time to look over the wound when he spots several cats looming over Blazestar's body. Had he lost another life so close to the first? Hobbling over with a locked jaw he looks down at the ragdoll that remains still for several long moments, ears flattening as Howlpaw calls out to her father. It was hard to watch the golden leader when he was in a state like this and he could only imagine how Howlpaw might have felt in the moment. If this had been Thistleback it would have been even harder to endure. Thankfully their leader rises once more and urges them to return back to camp to reveal relatively good news. ​
When you're lost in the universe don't lose faith​
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