Event [#event]

Dusklion
She/her | 25 moons | Shadow Fiend • Go with the Flow • Beefed Up T3
Be prepared. It was the only thing that the dark tabby could think of as she sat in the middle of her camp. The Clan she loved so much, that she had come to over a year ago, was scrambling. Dusklion could tell they were barely treading water and that just wouldn't sit with her. She wanted them to be feared, to be respected. Clawing their way back towards the top would take more than establishing new high ranks and sending out patrols. It would take dedication, loyalty, and most importantly; claws and teeth.

"RiverClan apprentices 'n warriors! Gather up 'n follow me out to the territory if you want to sharpen your battle skills with a sparring competition. Let's goooo!"

With that Dusklion wasted no time in trotting out of camp and into the territory. Her tail was held high despite her smaller-than-average stature and she led with confidence - leaping over a fallen branch here, winding around a prickly thorn bush there. Soon enough she came to a stop in a pretty sizable opening in their territory.

"Alright, I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm pretty sure every Clan is eyeing us like a juicy piece of prey. Now, I know I'm not a belly-up morsal, 'n neither are any of you. So! We're gonna fix that 'n show the other Clans just who we are; startin' with relearnin' what it means to be a warrior with claws and fangs." She let her gaze swept the crowd, signature smirk on her face as her tail swished behind her. "But just plain fightin' is borin', so this'll be a competition! I'll be pairin' you up with another cat - warriors, you'll go with warriors, 'paws will be paired with another 'paw, 'n you'll spar until one winner comes out on top. The winners from their fights will advance on, so on 'n so forth - but don't move on until I say so. Oh - 'n if you whine, or complain, or start anythin', you're out. If you fight with claws out 'n draw blood; you're out. Got it?"

...Did she rip this off entirely from an older event that she had heard stories of from Fury? Perhaps. But he would be proud right? She briefly tossed a glance up towards the overcast morning sky, eyes searching briefly, before looking back at her Clan. Dusklion waited for the Clan to gather up before she would start splitting them up into their groups.