[Jynx]

{ @Empress Of Evil @Okapi @Aurora Borealis @Broken Madness @Deranged Llama @Charmer }

C H A R M E R
Shinefang's gaze darted toward Smogcloud, a wan expression on his face. Frankly, as much as he hated the Dusk Syndicate foxhearts for all the trouble that had caused his Skyclan, he agreed. This battle wasn't against the battle-harden forces of scores of honorless rogues. This was an old, injured tom and a cat no older than a young warrior who happened to be standing up with his clanmate. He couldn't bring himself to see this as just. But Shinefang was spared from sharing any of this thoughts with the young warrior when out of no where, the younger cat crashed into him, bowling him over and sending the old tom sprawling painfully on his back. The wind was knocked out of Shinefang in an instant, but the old warrior reacted just as quickly, lifting his forepaws to guard his throat as he kicked out with his back paws to rake his claws against the younger tom's soft underbelly. He hoped it would dissuade the younger cat quickly. He knew he couldn't stay in a fight with a cat this much younger and more fir than himself for long. At most, he only had a few good moves left in him.

A U R O R A
“No!” Smogcloud clenched their teeth and sprang at the mangy tom, defending their medicine cat. They swiped their claws at the cat’s back, aiming to leave a scar. They wouldn’t be forgotten. Then, they lunged for the tom’s scruff, wanting to pin the cat. They would follow the warrior code and grant mercy, not kill.

As the old tom cat slid his claws against Pedrichor's own underbelly, the younger tom cat let out a guttural howl of pain and rage that echoed in his throat. The scratches on his belly that were just beginning to finish healing were reopened and joined with new slices through his skin and fur. Half blinded with the rush of a fight and pain, he swiped blindly at the SkyClan trespasser. His sharp paws collided with the old cat, though what part of him he was unsure of at the present moment. He was about to land another blow on the cat he was grappling with when he heard a sharp yowl. The she-cat who had held back from the other bossy she-cat's order had sprang at Pedrichor. "Two against one?! I thought you Clan cats fought with justice!" His accusation, though, could've been thrown back at him had their positions been switched. If he'd had the numbers, he sure wouldn't have challenged one on one. As she latched her claws into his back, Pedrichor was practically shaking with energy. He shoved the older tom away with a massive heave and rolled onto his back. He wasn't much larger than the she-cat on his back, but he hoped to at least squash her enough for her grip to loosen and her breath to be knocked out.