WHEN DOES A RIPPLE BECOME A TIDAL WAVE [CLAIMING SUNNINGROCKS]

It's easier to justify fighting this battle than the other one. Ravenpaw did not trust Hyacinthbreath, but he trusted in the right to have his own Clan's territory. Baffled, Ravenpaw watches from his mentor Darterwing's side at the small group of ThunderClan cats on the rocks. He knows immediately there's more waiting for them. Darterwing is right. They will be overrun. With cats still licking their wounds from WindClan, they cannot afford to fight over this. But they will. He flinches when Cicadastar arrives and he immediately thinks of Beesong. He hopes they have enough cobwebs for them all.

Scrabbling to his paws, Ravenpaw skips across the stepping stones like the rest of his drypaw Clanmates. The first thing he saw was Thrushpaw engaged with a warrior-sized cat. "Hey!" The lanky near-full-grown apprentice snapped, wobbling over on the stepping stones almost humorously precariously. "Pick on someone your own size!"


yelling at @Thrushfern and @Stormchaser

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☁ //Battling: @Moonpaw. and @nightbird

Never mind finding an opponent, it seemed as though they had found him. And by fate's cruel hand the first to attack was none other than one of Blazestar's children. The realisation struck him as sharply as a lightning bolt and left his former leader's words echoing on repeat in his mind. "I'm not a SkyClanner anymore, I don't need to spare his kin from my claws anymore", he reminded himself bitterly. The tom braced his body and took the attack to his side whilst puffing out his fur to soften the blows being dealt, even though he was certainly going to be left with a few bald spots. Normally he wouldn't lash out at apprentices but just seeing her and the similarities to Blazestar in her appearance caused a twisted fury to bubble within him. He would attempt to use his whole body to shove her back, hopefully knocking her off-balance for long enough to deal a nasty mark. Raising his claw high, he then aimed to slash at their left shoulder a few times, attempting to give her a 'star' shaped wound.

Another feline attacked, dragging a gasp of suffering out of him as claws tore at his other side with far greater force than what the apprentice had dealt. "Tch! I suppose, it did cost me everything in order to be here." He spat back as he turned on Nightbird next, whisking himself around and attempting to headbutt the she-cat on the nose with hopefully enough force to send her reeling.
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I don’t want to kill you, his enemy says, and it would be almost insulting if Clay weren’t already determined to destroy this tom. All in all, it just makes him more determined to end their fight faster. He won’t lose to someone who doesn’t even want to kill him—no, if he’s going to lose a fight here, for sunningrocks, he’s going to make sure there is a cost. There’s no peaceful retreat, no lying down and allowing this to be stolen from him—from RiverClan.

"You should-" his next snarling, snapping words are cut off by the ThunderClanner’s thrashing, teeth catching him on the leg, the neck, the shoulder. His grip on the warrior falters, claws dislodging from his shoulder, and he’s forced a step backward, eyes flicking down to the trickle of blood oozing from one white paw.

Red, pooling around the still form of a lifeless warrior, smeared and splattered across beautiful blue stripes. Red, seeping from his own paw now, dripping onto the rocks that he is willing to kill for.

Blue, the patched pelt of the ThunderClan warrior whose fangs sink into anything that he can reach. He steps back again, swings a claw toward the face of his opponent. He attempts to continue moving them both toward the water, a single-minded focus now.


// @Rabbitnose
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Rabbitnose growled, becoming more desperate the closer he got to the water. Badgerstrike would tell him to go for the kill, an enemy that wants to kill you is more dangerous than one that doesn't. But Riverclan has suffered so much already..... He couldn't....

But the water was lapping at his paws now. His stomach twisted and the claw that had just struck his face left blood trickling into his eye. His ears flattened and his jaw tight.

He couldn't afford to be so soft. He had to pull himself together. And yet, he couldn't stop glancing up the river, expecting a sudden surge of water to come rushing down to sweep him away again.

Even as he was being dragged into the shallows, he sought to slam his paw down on Clayfur's head, hoping it would let him get away.

But he was already in the water with cats who wanted to kill him, it likely didn't matter. Water splashed at his legs and he felt sick, but he couldn't let himself give in. This was important, he couldn't run away.

@CLAYFUR
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His weak side is obvious to any cat who could see, that missing forelimb threatening to send him toppling if he does not maintain his center of gravity, if he does not keep his other limbs spread and stiff to accomadate. She hits him hard, its almost enough to stagged him but his sliding paws clutch desperately down onto the stones; ebony blades curled inward to the graveling earth below to maintain his upright position. There's blood trickling down his sides, invisible almost in his red pelt if not for darkening patches where the silver molly had gotten her cut of flesh but despite faltering he manages to turn and deliver a kick backwards with a single leg in the hopes of pushing her back; there was no ignoring she was faster-but he only needed a few solid hits to be able to floor her due to their distinct size difference. He's preparing to retaliate with a charge when he hears voices filtered in the distance, once unfamiliar and the other quite close to his heart and green eyes make the mistake of shifting from his opponent to the river's edge.
The unmistakable blue dappled form of his mate grappling with a tabby he didn't know

Lakemoon has not attacked him for his distraction, no, she's also looking elsewhere and he spots Raccoonstripde in the distance a blur of red and black now almost mocking the tortie form he's battered to the ground, Sunfreckle looks back sharply at the she-cat he was facing before deliberately turning away from her to go sprinting to Rabbitnose's aid, a mutual truce-if she chased him she could properly down him because he would not be focusing on her in his panicked run to get to his mate's side. The water around him splashing in a frenzy as he stomped, swilling red and bloodied in his wake from the wounds scored in his own fight, "You WON'T take him from me!" It was the first time he felt the urge to actually go for a cat's throat, clumsily charging at Clayfur through the water. The fear he felt was astronomical, overpowering, he lost his head fully, his senses clouded by the innate instinct to defend, to kill the one trying to break his heart; he wasn't a violent cat, not generally, but he finally found that breaking point.

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- Breaking away from @Lakemoon . to engage @CLAYFUR & @Rabbitnose
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( ☾ ) rage ripples through her as howlingstar speaks, and there is but a moment between now and the next where everything is still. riverclan has been overrun, the death ensuing battle with windclan has assured that. the forest dwellers now think they have the nerve to attack an already wounded group. it's cowardly, snakelike, although she will not insult snakes by attaching their name to these attackers. the next heartbeat happens in slow motion as cicadastar roars and charges in, followed by clanmates. thunderclan rises up to meet them, and all willowroot can do is pray it won't be like last time.

the ever present anger has bubbled up close to her throat, and she can feel it like acid, burning. launching into the river, the feline is reassured by her strong paws as she tumbles towards the oncoming battle. emerging, invigorated, from the freezing waters, willowroot clambers deftly up the rocks, reaching the top only half a heartbeat behind her clan. immediately she scans the crowd for an open opponent. finding one in a pitch dark she-cat, willow feels her fur ripple upon her shoulders. the scent of skyclan barely reaches her nose, and she is already pelting towards the woman as the woman goes to attack another.

using her momentum to aid herself, she launches off of her hind paws and attempts to land square on the back of nightbird, hoping to crumple the femme with the sudden weight. ice sharp claws will dig into the shoulder blades of the other and she will attempt to pull the woman away from her opponent, who willowroot now recognizes as skyclan.

attacking @nightbird
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( THE LIGHT YOU GAVE ME )
 

His opponent seemed more annoyed than harmed- and there was no blood to be seen, even when he'd made contact with her face. In a moment of clarity, Fernpaw realised he had not bore his claws, something quickly rectified, but not quite in time to let loose another attack. She snapped her fangs around his shoulder, and he felt the vibration of her snarl in his fur even as he seized in pain. "You get off!" he yelled, frown darkening the usually sunny gleam in his bulging eyes.

In this position he did not have much mobility- in fact, he barely had any. Supposedly, that was why she'd tackled him like this. But then- another flash of memory, his training dredged up. Back legs- he had back legs too, and attempted to kick her in the stomach- not a scrape, as he again forgot the use of his claws. They were at least unsheathed, now- if the impact hit, it would at least be accompanied by a sting. "You're a- thief!"

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claws met skin with a satisfying rip, taking his attention off the apprentice even if for only a few moments. it had cost him everything to be here he said, how could a skyclanner feel so strongly for these rocks. teeth grit as he spat his short-lived speech, she watch as he spun around head tilted down to barrel into her. they were stood too close for her to make an escape, but she would turn her muzzle to the sky so he would rather make contact with her jaw, and though it sent her head and bone throbbing it was much better that than her whole face smashed in. "then you're a fool, this is not your battle," nightbird growled back as she crouched down to spring at him, willowroot's fast approaching pawsteps lost in the calamity of the battlefield.

the warrior was suddenly crushed with the weight of another, claws pricking into her back. she was dragged away from sharpeye, moonpaw would have to hold her own. she was sure the young tortie would be fine, but images of her sister flashed from that fateful day on skyclan's border. she couldn't dwell, now pinned and held in a crouch by a larger opponent. nightbird would kick a back leg out, aiming for one of her attacker's, before quickly pulling it back under her. she would use all the force she could muster to push off from the ground, and attempt throw their body's to the side in an effort to rid her back of the riverclanner.
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The sandy colored tom does not shake her immediately, she manages to score her claws in before finally a shove dislodges her and knocks her back; the cobbled stones beneath her paws unfamiliar terrain and enough to throw her balance onto the ground, it is long enough she's there that he can slash at her wildly in what at first seems to be just violent flailing about but there is a method to the madness. The sharp sting of pain on her shoulder to the claws digging in can only hide the fact he was trying to draw something on her for so long and Moonpaw gives a meow of alarm and horror; what sort of sick game was this tom playing at?!
If Nightbird had not come to help her, the wound on her shoulder would have been much worse and she clambers back to her feet desperate to put space between herself and the crazed Skyclanner for a moment, to catch her breath and examine her side where the shape was unfamiliar but the intent was there. What sort of cat did this thing outside those insane Moorland ones, she'd known of Sootstar branding her cats but was this a practice her father also indulged in to his clan's enemies? Were they enemies? Was this alliance with RiverClan the final snapping thread?
Nightbird is pulled from her battle by a RiverClanner, solidifying her belief this was some twisted ploy and SkyClan really had chosen their side. Infuriated she rushes back into to reclaim her opponent with a yowl, dropping low to try and slam into his limbs and throw him offbalance-send him tumbling into the river. He could go right back to SkyClan downstream!
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- fighting @Sharpeye
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"WELL, I'VE GOT THICK SKIN AND AN ELASTIC HEART"​
Staring at the small kit incredulously, he watches Thrushpaw perk up and snarl defiance in his face. His brows quirked together, shifting over her to see if there was a warrior looking for their apprentice in the ensemble. No one. No one even realized she was here, it was madness before him—cats tangling with one another and the rich metallic scent of blood permeated the air. Stormchaser did not want to fight this apprentice, he could not stomach it. She was courageous and he commended her efforts, feeling the stinging sensation of where needle claws had dug shallow rivulets into his skin. What a predicament he was in. She launches her small form at him again, small crescent shaped claws outstretched for his shoulders. "Get away from me!" The tom rumbled, trying to side-step away but another voice yells towards him—followed by a clashing of cats beside him thst cuts off his path. Hey! Pick on someone your own size! Thrushpaw hits him at full force, causing him to reel back as needles duh into his shoulder. Pain, a more harsh pain than before, jolts him like electricity. The blue warrior bares ivory incisors towards his opponent, gnashing and clacking together in warning.
It's then he realizes he has no choice here. If she wanted to fight him so bad, then he'd make use of her quickly. The warrior rears back on hind legs, sending the both of them higher into the air. He then would aim to throw himself towards the ground onto shoulder she grasped onto, bearing all of his weight onto this particular area in hopes to slam her hard onto the unforgiving forest floor with him on top of her. He hated even having to do this to a smaller opponent if he was successful, as his weight could possibly crush her. But he hopes that it would at least knock her out.

//attacking @Thrushfern and briefly distracted by @RAVENPAW.
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Digging her teeth further into his shoulder, she could clamp down like a canine. She could taste the blood coming from the wound, and it made her stomach churn. She had not wished to fight over these rocks, but Riverclan had given them no choice. The fish-eaters did not have any claim to this land, and they should never have had the option to take it. The tom spewed lies, calling her clanmates thieves. They were not thieves, they were only doing the just thing. It was his clan who were the thieves. The hounds should have gutted you and left you to rot on these stones. The words caused her blood to boil, and she would let go of his shoulder so she could hiss. "My family will not starve because you will not admit that you are wrong."

Quick as a flash, her claws would rake his shoulder in fury, targeting the wound that she had already inflicted. They were close to the water edge. Letting go of her grip was a potentially risky move, but holding on held the same risk.

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@Snakeblink
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LAKEMOON — me and the devil, walking side by side. Her strike makes contact, long ebony claws gliding against soft skin, tugging her back as they sliced.
In retaliation the fiery tom kicks back, at the same moment a dreadfully familiar scream sounds in the air, washing over the chaos.
Lakemoons veins freeze with icy fear, and she stumbles to the side, Sunfreckles jab barely missing her.
All she can see is the end of her uncles blow, the blood that pools at her beloveds paws as she wails, slumping.
She barely notices Sunfreckle darting away to protect his own love, she is too filled with sheer horror.
"LILYBLOOM! NO!" She screams involuntarily, believing full heartedly she had just seen her mate slain at the claws of her own kin. She’s racing now, shouldering past whoever she needed to, her ivory forepaw still stained with a dawn sky from that Thunderclanners blood.
If Raccoonstripe were to still be too close, Lakemoon would shove him back upon her entrance. Standing protectively over Lilybloom, her jaws stretched back into a terrifying snarl, every razor sharp tooth exposed, her neck arched. A horror of a sight she was at this moment, her body language practically screaming that she would not hesitate.
"Run, and pray that our paths never cross again." Her words are cracked, all heartbreak, but the menacing undertone still shines through. "I’ll rip your throat out. You are no kin to me."
If he had made the wise decision to back away by then, the soft melodic whimpering would draw Lakemoon back from her vengeful rage.
"Lilybloom, my love, breathe. Just breathe." Lakemoon could never find the appropriately soft tone, her once commanding voice now a simple rasp as she’d fearfully check for any fatal wounds.
To bittersweet relief, there is none, the crimson that now covered them both stemming from her right eye, her beautiful verdant eye.
"BEESONG!" The panicked call for help rips from her throat, she doesn’t even know if the medic is anywhere near by, but Lilybloom is still on the ground, the blood still gushes.
"Lilybloom, please let me get you to safety!"

// Breaking away from Sunfreckle , interacting w/ @RACCOONSTRIPE & @LILYBLOOM.
Calling for @BEESONG

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Even if it was absolutely in her best interest, she wasn't going to let him hurt more of her clan mates, especially in the state her clan was in. Her claws had found purchase and suddenly she was triumphant as the pair tottered precariously, she was making a difference. This attack, albeit small had affected him.
Inwardly, she wanted to make him understand why she was here. It certainly was not because she wished to be here.
This was no place for soft kitten-fluff and short claws, this was a place for hunting and lounging. Personally she didn't care about the rocks but she'd been a witness to the aftermath of WindClan's cowardly attak and now she was in the fight.

He reeled back suddenly, and at once she was twisting and turning. Sharp pain wracked her skull and the irony taste of blood invaded her mouth. Teeth clacked together and her breath escaped her in a loud gasp. She'd crashed into a rock and now blood ran from her muzle onto her cheeks as she lay bleeding. The bicolor she-cat had never known pain like this before not even in her wildest dreams.

Stars glittered the edge of her vision and she struggled to stay in the fight.
"Sunningrocks is our land." She'd whimper as Stormchaser crushed her small frame against the rocks.
"I have to help my clan."

(Sorry for lack of formatting, posted on a bluetooth keyboard.)
 
"Konig!" Hyacinthbreath shouts after her leader as he tangles himself into battle, ears laying back against her head- her breaths speed up, she can hear Lakemoon cry out for Beesong. What to do, what to do.. Hyacinthbreath turns then, rushing over to Lakemoon. "I'll keep them busy! BEESONG!" She just wants to help, just wants to make sure nobody dies. She doesn't need another death to happen right now. Not now. Please, not now. Lakemoon couldn't grieve a lover right now.

Turning to @RACCOONSTRIPE , Hyacinthbreath lowers her head and snarls at the tom. "Turn tail and run. You've done enough." She snaps, half-expects him to throw himself into her to fight. She hopes he's smart enough to turn tail and run, to return back to his home with the others. But nonetheless, Hyacinthbreath launches an unsheathed paw upwards, aiming to slice the tom's jaw/chin area in warning.

// attacking @RACCOONSTRIPE ! ​
❝ there are wounds inside me, gaping holes of disconnect.
can you drown inside your own body? can you suffocate within this mind? ❞
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Again a kick out towards her from Badgerstrike, again she dodges — RiverClan grace in her pawsteps, honed by Willowroot, by spars with Steeppaw — she fails to bring Badgerstrike down at the heels, attack glancing off as they all have so far, so she'll try again. She's interrupted by a shout, by claws coming toward her. "Get away from her!" the ThunderClan apprentice screams — no. Ashpaw won't. She started this fight, one way or another she's going to finish it.

And again she dodges — easily evading Pebblepaw's strike, so easily it surprises her — don't they train them at all, she finds herself thinking, squirrel-chasers, they call us lazy —

Her own strike back is half-hearted, won't connect; she barely turns her head to aim. Pebblepaw hasn't grabbed her focus. Back to Badgerstrike, Ashpaw tries first to sweep water into the warrior's face — blind her, shake her steadiness — then once more to take her stance out, jaws clamping down on one leg in an attempt to yank her off-balance.
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—— " i found gold in the wreckage "
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✦ ooc ✦ character information ✦ recent events
  • sorry for the short post!! they keep dancing around each other so i just wanted to advance the fight. & ic opinions sorry pebble </3

    HP: 8

    rolls against @Badgerstrike —
    defense: 5 (takes no damage)
    attack: 3

    rolls against @PEBBLEPAW —
    defense: 6 (takes no damage)
    attack: 1 (deals no damage)

  • - 9 month old orange tabby with green eyes
    - apprenticed to lead warrior willowroot
    - crushing hard on iciclepaw
    - happy-go-lucky, mischievous, hardworking
    - very friendly, but defensive of riverclan!
    - got real fucked up as a kid so if she seems like she was fucked up as a kid, that's why
    - "speech"
  • - KICKED FOX ASS
    - she is on a JOURNEY
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// given powerplay permission by benji! Please do not attack - something is plotted!

As her teeth successfully sink into the tom's foreleg, the powerful she-cat growls, tail lashing angrily. She fails to see the claws flinging at her from his remaining forepaw; they slash down her face and leave behind bleeding scores, thankfully missing her eyes. Still, she recoils, releasing her hold so that she can let out a yowl of pain. Giving her head a firm shake, she hisses and lunges back towards him as he remains on the ground.

She tussles with him moments longer, fur from both flying before finally, her white paws are standing firmly against his chest. Both of them are bloodied and tired, and she now holds him down, defeated beneath her claws. Panting, she stares him down from a mouse-length away, nose still wrinkled but the growl missing from her voice. She has won. It would be easy to kill him here, now. And perhaps a worse cat would. But she is no killer. Beneath her lies a warrior, not some heartless rogue. She recalls the Great Battle, how Emberstar had held her claws upon Howlingstar's throat and uttered those pleading words. She repeats similar words today. "Surrender. You fought honorably, it's time to go home. I will not kill you." ​
 
Distantly, he hears Lake cry out Lilybloom’s name; something must have happened, and he’s nearly drawn away from the fight to check on his niece. But her mate is surely rushing to her side, steadfast and loyal to RiverClan in spite of her treacherous family. She won’t die. She can’t.

His momentary distraction earns him a clock to the head, a dizzying blow laced with the bite of claws. He stumbles, lets go of the other tom, but they’re already in the water. He’s just got to get a good grip, and then use his own weight to drag them both into the depths of the river. He makes to lurch forward again, but someone else shouts, and suddenly a bright red shape is charging toward him. Sunfreckle. The massive tomcat moves clumsily, but a horrible stone sinks in Clay’s chest all the same.

He leaps back, the river swallowing him up to his chest now, wide hazel gaze flicking back and forth between the two ThunderClanners. "I…" Horrified is the only word to explain what he feels, when he it hits him exactly who he’s attempting to drown. Rabbitnose had stayed in RiverClan’s camp for a few days after the wildfire that ravaged ThunderClan territory—Clay knows him. And he has a mate, and he has children. And he’s a loyal warrior, no matter how misguided his loyalty to the ThunderClan leader is.

No. Rabbitnose doesn’t deserve to die, he thinks. Sunfreckle doesn’t deserve to lose his mate, to have him ripped away too soon. But there’s still anger—rage—burning hot in his stomach, still shining from beneath the shame like the sun behind a cloud. He can’t shake it, even if it’s turned away from the pair of mates now.

His heart is hollow, empty without Clearsight. He can’t help but wonder whether, if he’d charged in to defend his mate—would he still be here? Or would Clearsight still have died from his wounds? There’s no telling, but the guilt can’t stick around long, not while ThunderClan and RiverClan cats still bite and snarl and claw one another around him. Sunningrocks may still end up taken from him, but will be taken stained with blood.

He looks around the battlefield, and his breath catches in his chest when he spots them.

There, pinned beneath the ThunderClan leader’s paws, lies Riffle. A kind tom with a good heart—a capable clanmate, an irreplaceable friend. He can’t meet his end here.

Launching himself from the water, away from the cat he’d so wanted to kill—the cat doesn’t deserve it, the cat whose mate came running to his defense with a desperate cry—Clayfur takes off across the rocks. His own pace is desperate, a prayer to the river, to the sunningrocks themselves, that he reaches them quickly enough to stop what must be a killing blow. There is no mind paid to the apprentice at Howlingstar’s side, hardly registering her presence.

Once he’s close enough, the warrior springs off the ground, claws extended, aiming to barrel into the leader’s side and bowl her over. The other tabby is powerfully built, just as sturdy as himself, and he can only hope the force is enough to knock her off her paws. He only needs the upper hand for a moment, just to keep her on the ground long enough for Riffleheart to escape.

Whether his first attack is successful or not, Clay will aim to sink his claws into the leader, ripping and tearing at whatever parts of her that he can reach. Coward, exploiter, narcissist. She could have claimed any other part of RiverClan—but she chose sunningrocks. She chose to take what’s left of Clearsight, and for that she has to pay.


// disengaging from @Sunfreckle and @Rabbitnose, attacking @HOWLINGSTAR. also he is definitely vulnerable to attacks from anyone else rn
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☁ //Battling: @Moonpaw.

Sharpeye wouldn't lie but his head was throbbing from the impact with Nightbird's jaw. However, whimpering about his wounds would have to wait until all was said and done. "It became my battle when RiverClan showed great honour in defending lands that weren't even theirs. A debt owed, a debt to pay. Not that I'd ever expect ThunderClan to know what that is like. A selfish clan indeed." The tom huffed as he staggered back from the she-cat as he prepared for a further battle, but fortunately Willowroot rushed to his aid.

That just left him to face off against one of the pillars that had stopped Blazestar from sending a battle patrol. "If he wanted to be a dutiful father so badly he should have just moved to ThunderClan from the very start..." The messy furred tom leapt to the side in order to evade the apprentice's attempt to attack him, his focus now clearer thanks to losing one opponent. Pushing his weight onto his forelegs, then attempted to swing his rear round with the intention of kicking out his hind legs in a bid to knock Moonpaw into the river instead. Maybe the brat would float back to daddy.
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Her teeth digging into the meat of his shoulder sends a burst of fiery pain through Snakeblink’s body, but his smart mouth has the hoped-for effect: the molly lets go of him to snap back in anger. My family will not starve because you will not admit that you are wrong..

Wrong— Wrong? Wrong to have kept themselves safe when Thunderclan would have them throw themselves, half-drowned as they were, on dogs that roamed another’s territory, barely running across Sunningrock before rampaging through the forest? What did the beasts want with a bunch of rocks, anyway, when they cared none for sunlight and mice alike? Only cats could covet the rich and warm expanse of these stones — and only the selfish Thunderclanners would stake a claim on them by virtue of the blood shed in their vicinity.

They did nothing to earn ownership of Sunningrock. Starving has never earned anyone anything — else Riverclan would not have suffered from taking a single hare from the moor when it ran over their border of its own volition.

She punctuates her words with claws, too fast to avoid, tearing further into his shoulder. His stomach heaves with pain, a low sound escaping his throat, and he curls on himself to put a little distance between them. Blood pours down his shoulder, making the ground under his paw slick. The pain pulses like a second heart.

”Should we lie down and allow you to walk upon a place you hold no claim over? Hunt on our territory, having done nothing to earn it?” He slinks back as he speaks, the way a cat waiting for an opening to flee would. His retreating steps leave bloody paw prints behind. ”Do you think the forest is yours in its entirety, you squirrel-hearted tyrant?”

His back paw dips into the water. Rearing back, Snakeblink strikes with his front paw, aiming not to draw blood but to tangle his claws in the longer fur of Flamewhisker’s neck. Then, he’d throw all of his weight backward, trying to use his momentum to pull her along with him into the water.​

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  • ooc: @Flamewhisker
  • — Snakeblink • he / him. 37 ☾, riverclan warrior
    — a sleek, skinny tabby with long ears and a scar over his right eye.
    — gay, not actually evil, penned by @Kangoo


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The she-cat had been caught by surprise at his attack. Despite her attempts to pull away, his feet collide with her chin and when she turns to him he can see blood trickling down her chin. Considering it was just a sudden kick, he is pleased to see it had struck her at the very least.

In retaliation, the she-cat springs towards him. Flycatcher tries to step away but is unable to avoid her jump, feeling tiny pinpricks against his skin as claws dig in. Although an uncomfortable sensation, it doesn't hurt so much as when she starts to rake her claws along his back. He yelps in pain and begins to try and get her off, thrashing around beneath her and kicking out his legs. When she eventually is knocked off, Flycatcher would aim to strike quickly, hoping to not give her much time to defend herself. He throws all of his weight behind his surge forward, hoping to further stagger her before wrapping his forelimbs around her neck and attempting to bring her down to the ground. Regardless of the success of this move or not, he would try and bite down on her shoulders.

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