Did Tansywing just hit the blue-eyed tom with a rock, because that's kinda what it felt like. Shadefrost staggered backwards, his mind spinning while he fought to keep a grip on reality. However, it seemed this battle was drawing to nigh to an end. His vision was beginning to blur and with every moment that went by a veil crept ever further over his conscientiousness. This was not how he saw the night going. Not. One. Bit. But in the end it was probably a good thing, seeing as how he would've just ran to fight with the next available cat if he'd won this. Plus, the wake up call was extremely helpful. After going so long without losing to anyone, he needed a reminder that he wasn't some invincible force. Attempting to hold on a few extra moments before drifting off, Shade shuffled in the direction the blow came from. Still trying to get his last licks on Tansywing supposedly. (*Sigh* What pain it is to be this guy's RP'er.) Anyway. Thankfully he never did. Instead his paws gave way under him and he collapsed to the ground, taking deep long breaths.
(Can someone get Shade out of here please?)
(Shade just doesn’t give up does he? xD)
Tansywing let out a sigh of relief when Shadefrost sunk to the ground, unconscious. Her whole body was shaking and her cuts oozed red blood. She was weak and exhausted from the fight, but she was thankful she’d managed to defeat him. From what she’d heard about him, he was a formidable fighter and a strong warrior of ShadowClan. She knew she was a skilled warrior as well, but luck had definitely played a part in his defeat. Looking down at her injuries, Tansywing tried to gauge how hurt she was. Was she down for another fight? She wasn’t sure. Maybe she could take an apprentice in her state but another fully grown warrior, even if they weren’t as skilled as Shadefrost? Not so much. She looked around for Springpaw and Drizzlecloud, hoping they could give her something to help with the pain so she could keep on fighting, but she quickly wished she hadn’t looked for them. They were standing over what looked like a ThunderClan cat, but something was terribly wrong. Her eye- oh stars, her eye- it was gone. A surge of panic shot through Tansywing’s bones. No. No no no. This couldn’t be happening- this shouldn’t- NO.
Flashes of her own injury clouded her mind. She was in a field, a badger standing over her- FLASH
Horrible, world splitting, star blinding pain dug their way into her every nerve and nestled there as she fell to the ground, face bloodied and twisted by sharp claws- FLASH
She was in her nest, curled in a trembling ball with only half her sight, completely lost in her own mind- FLASH
She was back at the battle, staring at the cat ahead of her with one eye missing.
She turned her back on them, trembling. Whatever had happened, they had it under control. She was fine; completely fine. She would fight despite her injuries, ThunderClan would win, and a cat had lost her eye. She was fine.
@ares @Omari (in case either wants to notice Tansywing’s little melt down ^^)
Last edited by Chrysanthemum; June 28th, 2023 at 02:06 PM.
Wolfpaw launched into battle - he was anxious about it in the walk to Sunkissed Creek, but the adrenaline rush induced by the yowls of the cats around him replaced it. He wanted these cats out of his home. He caught sight of Pebs challenging a ShadowClanner, and decided he would do what he could to stay close in case she needed help, but he would give her space to battle on her own.
His gaze swept the area near him, locking on what he was pretty confident was a ShadowClan cat, and darted forward to attempt to land a hit on the cat’s head.
[ open - flexible on how injured wolfie gets, but preferably nothing that would keep him out of commission for more than a week. ]
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Wolfpaw launched into battle - he was anxious about it in the walk to Sunkissed Creek, but the adrenaline rush induced by the yowls of the cats around him replaced it. He wanted these cats out of his home. He caught sight of Pebs challenging a ShadowClanner, and decided he would do what he could to stay close in case she needed help, but he would give her space to battle on her own.
His gaze swept the area near him, locking on what he was pretty confident was a ShadowClan cat, and darted forward to attempt to land a hit on the cat’s head.
[ open - flexible on how injured wolfie gets, but preferably nothing that would keep him out of commission for more than a week. ]
Seedpaw was eager to have her first battle. She knew the conflict was nothing more than pointless violence, of course. Borders change, clans and groups form and disband. But pointless violence was how you progressed here. Also, it was fun.
She did not have to strike first. A ThunderClanner darted at her and attempted to hit her, but Seedpaw just moved out of the way casually.
"Hi, what's your name?" she asked, smiling, and proceeded to swipe at his side with her claws.
Holy crap, it actually worked- okay, he definitely needed to do something for pebs after this was all over, because her moves legit came in handy in battle.
His celebration was short lived, however, as soon after he got up claws were already scoring down his side. Damn, that hurt! Quickly he pulled away, thinking of what to do next. Maybe he should try out what Bumblestar taught him? Not the leg breaking just yet, but the knock-out move. Yeah, that could work.
He darted up to Aspenpaw and quickly shot out a paw, aiming to catch the side of the other apprentices head and slam it into the ground.
Paw swinging in a wide arc as Roseraven [ @Shade. ] ducked underneath it, Larkfire used the momentum of the movement to propell herself away from the blue-eyed molly's forward lunge. "Good." Was the only thing Larkfire said in response, teeth flashing in a self-satisfied smirk. Blood. She was tired of this dance, she wanted to spill blood, whether her own or Roseraven's.
Larkfire had gotten lucky twice, had avoided her companion's blows. She was unsure if Roseraven would miss a third time, or if karma would catch up to Lark and she'd be in for it.
As she whirled past her opponent in a flurry of grey fur, Larkfire attempted to rake her claws across Roseraven's flank or underbelly. She'd readied herself to strike again, too, but her attention was sufficiently pulled elsewhere as she noticed one of her own Clanmates - Shadefrost [ @Levi 99 ] - collapse to the floor with an opposing-Clan warrior [ @Chrysanthemum ] looming over him. A snarl built in Larkfire's throat, and with one glance at Roseraven, the youngest enforcer rather decided that she'd face two ThunderClanners than to let one kill Shadefrost.
Worse yet, Larkfire could make out the familiar stocky shape of her- of Mousepaw [ @Alchemist Kitsune ]. Decision made with his presence there, Larkfire turned away from Roseraven and made a break for the cluster of cats, throwing herself as a barrier between her Clanmates and the ThunderClanner. "You'd best think twice about trying to hurt either one of them." Larkfire snarled to Tansywing, eyes alert to see if Roseraven would be following.
Unfortunately for her, roseraven struggled with dodging that attack. Blood splattered out from her flank and she hissed in pain, recoiling. Her opponent was now distracted, however, with some petty personal thing, and she took the opportunity. She lunged towards the warrior's tail, attempting to bite it and crunch with her jaws as hard as she could.
Frigidmist hissed as her leg was torn into. She instinctively kicked back with her legs, trying to kick her opponent in the head.
Sunleap almost managed to dodge but not quite, the low just grazing Sunleap in the forehead. Quickly recovering, Sunleap attempted to pounce on her, hoping to pin the ShadowClan she-cat.
Sunleap almost managed to dodge but not quite, the low just grazing Sunleap in the forehead. Quickly recovering, Sunleap attempted to pounce on her, hoping to pin the ShadowClan she-cat.
The young warrior practically spun out of the way of her opponent. She used her momentum to try and bite down into his spine viciously.
Triumph raged through Asterdance as they were able to successfully tackle a ShadowClan warrior to the ground. They attempted to dig their claws into the other's shoulders, but something caught their attention. It was clear the moment they became distracted. Their grip loosening as they watched the scene unfold. Their breath hitched in their throat, and suddenly the cat underneath them was no longer important."Gen ...gentledoe?" Asterdance spoke softly, she was bleeding. Heavily, something missing. "O, oh StarClan, " They croaked, sickly weak at the sight. Something core was missing.
Ears pulled back and their heart started to thump a rapid rhythm. "Gentledoe!" They yowled out, taking one swift look at Frostscreech and deciding this battle was no longer in their interest. He was long forgotten by the time they started to move off of him, picking up speed to charge towards the scene. Their body was left open, and if Frostscreech desired, he could go after Asterdance.
Their medicine cats were rushing in, but the attacker still had a wicked smile. It made Asterdance's stomach churn, and maybe in their right mind they would've realized the other had no plans to attack her again. The battle had been won, but the feline was heavily protective. They weaved throughout the battling cats and made a beeline; they would get revenge. An eye for an eye, if able. If ShadowClan wished to take something, Asterdance would pay it back tenfold.
With one last yowl, Asterdance attempted to slam their body against Hawkbite's -- wanting to get him away from their friend as swift as possible.
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❝ hold on tight to this time,
this place 'cause everything you know will be erased.
you were born inside your head.
and that is where you'll be when you are dead. ❞ -- easing back into roleplay / dealing with finals --
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Last edited by wolfie; June 28th, 2023 at 03:14 PM.
Dovefluff sprinted into the cove, the scent of her birth clan filling her nose. Feeling sick, she watched as hawkbite, her dear friend, stepped back from Gentledoe, her dear Clanmate, leaving the kind brown warrior mangled. Her chest clenched. Hawkbite. What had he done?
Her wide, lapis eyes locked on her friend in sickened horror at the cat she had trusted and enjoyed talking to so much. He... He was just like the others, wasn't he? He was... Cruel. Just like her former mate.
She had to fight for her new clan against her old clan, but this was something she was prepared to do- gladly. Leaping into battle, the fluffy gray warrior tried to claw the side of the nearest ShadowClanner.
Re: Sunkissed Creek
