She was smaller, she was already injured, and she was exhausted. She was already at every disadvantage. So, naturally, she was overpowered easily. 'Twice in one day,' she growled inwardly, both annoyed and a little afraid. Thrashing on the ground, she tried to rear up and bite the opposing warrior's leg as she had done before with that other unfortunate ThunderClan rat. The cat on top of her was definitely stronger than her, would be even if she was in full health, did she really have to go after this cat? Was that really smart?

All her battle training ran through her head rapidly. When you're the smaller and weaker opponent, use your size to your advantage. Get under them. Well, she had that covered, so check. If you're ever pinned to your back, you have easy access to the attacker's stomach: go for that. And so she did. Rearing up with all the strength she could muster, Larkwing curled herself inward, bringing her hind legs closer to her own stomach and lifting her head up, hoping she was coordinated enough to get both a bite to the leg and several good bunny kicks to the stomach.

concussion symptoms: "irritability and other personality changes, headache, fatigue, memory loss"

Briarpaw
(this post takes place about 20 minutes after bri's current rp in rugged range, bri is late and technically probably not supposed to be here (so stone and lily pls don't cancel me but) but this post is CLOSED unless u ask me and sakura first bc we need frog smackdown)

The young molly had slipped out of camp the second that she was able to, freshly dressed in the herbs. Most likely, she wasn't supposed to be here. But she couldn't remember who she had been with a few minutes ago. She just... wobbled into the shadows and then padded out to where she heard the shrieks of battle.

Her pain and concern and guilt and worry faded away into the welcomed forgetfulness of the concussion and exhaustion, and the only thing left was raw anger. Anger from moons of her youth of being lied to, abandoned, left behind, kicked around. That anger came to the forefront, stronger than anything. She was angry. Furious. And she was tired of not being able to defend herself. Her Clan. Her family. So tonight, that was going to change.

Maybe Lilycreek would get mad at her. Maybe Stonepaw would be mad at her. But at that moment, she was so out of it that she didn't even think about anyone else, anything else. She just needed to do something. She wanted to be in control... just this once. Was that so much to ask? She wanted to be able to have a paw in her destiny, just once.

It was just unfortunate that she had an outlet to let this anger out, now. And it was on one cat in particular. She knew who that cat was. Toadpaw or something. Some dumb, lovestruck ThunderClanner who Snowhawk had blessed with responsibility over her. Over Briarpaw. What did that cat have that she didn't? A childish obsession over some guy? Was she fiercer than Briarpaw?

Naturally, she had to know. And there was only one way to find out.

Sending a swift thank you to the poppy seeds that dulled her headache, the already bleeding apprentice crouched down, creeping up behind the brown molly, pretty green eyes narrowed and unfocused. Depending on what worked best, she would leap forward and attempt to tackle the molly down, teeth bared in an uncharacteristically murderous snarl. Those who knew her would know that she wasn't herself at all, but since this cat wasn't blessed with knowing her, Frogpaw would probably just think she was some enraged, insane cat.

(Much like frog's boyfriend, actually).

If she was able, Briarpaw would quickly score her claws across Frogpaw's stomach, not knowing any battle moves and basically just guessing what would cause the most damage. To try to overwhelm the molly, she lunged for the brown cat's shoulder, and if able, she would sink her fangs deep into the meat of the shoulder, a mumbling growl escaping around the flesh and fur.

[ @Sakura. rip froggers]