[Cosmo]

Originally Posted by Constellation

Passionblaze got the pleasure of sadistic battling inflicted in his heart. The usual courteous tom, always polite, kind-hearted, motivated...couldn’t really be seen as more than a harmful monster. Truth be told. Passionblaze loved fighting. He considered himself as a martyr. He wouldn’t fight for no reason. He was fighting to show Windclan - and Shadowclan - Thunderclan wasn’t going to back down. He took a sick pleasure at watching the tom shriek in pain, and he wanted to double that until he twisted about having to feel the blow in the same leg that the Windclanner struck earlier. Passionblaze almost shrieked himself, but he clenched his jaws and leapt away for a moment to move his leg. It stung. “Can’t worry about that now.” He muttered to himself. The pain should had caused Passionblaze to stop, but it only caused his anger to sear. He leapt back towards his enemy once more, using his claws to rake his hind leg with great clarity. Passionblaze wanted to inflict the same wound that this tom done to him. But, as he slid forward to give the blow, he felt the pain in his hind leg heightened, causing him to stifle a whimper. It was almost a sloppy attack, but Passionblaze delivered it with diligence as he twisted his leg to try to lessen the pain on it. Once he skidded to a halt, Passionblaze growled.

Weaselshade felt a small bit of pride as his paw hit the toms like, which was definitely going to cause issues later on. He never took much pride in fighting because he found it to be a terrible place. Since he didn't know much about his past, only that he had been found on the border, he had always assumed that his parents had died protecting him or something, which made the idea of battle even more disagreeable. Quickly he maintained his posture and battle ready stance, just in time to see Passionblaze trying to strike his leg. But even if he had been a few seconds later he probably would have been able to dodge, because the deputy's move was almost clumsy due to the wound that Weaselshade had inflicted only a few moments before. Confused by the tom's sudden clumsiness Weaselshade forgot who he was fighting, and the deputy's unseathed claws managed to hit his leg. Thanks to his previous dodge the claws didn't draw as much blood as it could have, but the pure shock of it made him growl a little louder than he would in frustration, but a little quieter than if he was in serious pain.

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@Megan
Mudtuft hissed. Why is Goldenstar even making us fight in this war? The fleabag WindClan warriors can save themselves! Nonetheless, Mudtuft loved a good fight. He had always looked forward to battle training when he was an apprentice, and he guessed all that training was finally going to be put to a good use. Because it wasn't just a battle, it was a war. The tom was looking for a cat to fight, somebody vulnerable preferably, somebody easy to defeat. He didn't love WindClan, they were not even close to appealing, but now that he was on the side of the WindClan warriors he hoped that WindClan would win. His brown pelt was streaked with blood of his own and many other warriors. He was just wondering who would be his next victim.