[Empress Of Evil]

Originally Posted by Constellation

Burningcall always enjoyed a good battle. Yet, this one was a bit surprising as he thought Blazingstar made plans with Snowstar to meet at a specific place and time of day...but, now they all were fighting. The Windclan tom knew his clan would win. Thunderclan was weak. They couldn’t defeat two allied clans. As the tom finished attacking the leg of a random Thunderclanner, hearing them yelp brought satisfaction to him. They couldn’t fight anymore if they tried, so Burningcall oh-so-generously let them go. They didn’t stand. They shined, whimpered, and crawled away. Burningcall was ready to seek out another opponent. The one advantage the tom had was the fact he was a senior warrior. He couldn’t recall all the battles he was in, but each battle he absorbed and learned something which added to his own combat technique. Burningcall let out a low hiss. He crouched to the ground to sneak up on another Thunderclan cat. With his ears closed, he didn’t think Riverclan would part take in this battle. This wasn’t Riverclan’s battle to fight, but being blind to this new-found battling partner, he only sought out the enemy; Thunderclan. As he neared his object to leap out at it, claws unsheathed, Burningcall let out a muffled shriek. He was met with the dirt, the ground underneath him. Burningcall growled, shuffling to get to his paws quickly to meet his new battle buddy. When his eyes met a young tuxedo tom, they widened in surprise for mere moments. When did Riverclan get here? That’s the significant fishy scent that emitted from the other party. No time to think, Burningcall didn’t find himself caring, but the little thought that Riverclan was aiding to Thunderclan in this war. “Bad mistake, kit.” The senior warrior snarled. The older tom slipped forward, proceeding to deliver a sharp claw to his opponent’s side.

The Tuxedo tom let out a trimphant yowl as he felt his body knocking over his target. As soon as his opponent had hit the ground, Pleasantpaw rolled off the tom to avoid being kicked by the flailing limbs which scrambled to get up. “I’m not a kit,” he responded, his voice cool and calm despite the setting of this scene. Had he said a few more words, his tone would’ve changed to a panic one, as the tom suddenly came forward and aimed to claw his side. Pleasantpaw let out an ungraceful yelp as he slipped the other way, now on the defensive. He felt the claws slipping past, leaving faint scratches on his skin. Had he not moved in time, then he would be feeling more than just an irritating sting. The RiverClan apprentice glanced down at his shoulder and winced as he saw thin, pink lines, blood slowly starting to well up. These would be his first battle marks. While they were probably too little to scar, he certainly wouldn’t be forgetting them any time soon.
Pleasantpaw took a few steps back to give himself a little more time to recover. He flexed his claws and then narrowed his eyes after taking a few deep breaths. It was time to be more serious. A battle was no place to be laughing and joking around. The tom was inexperienced with battles, seeing as this was actually his first ever battle. He didn’t quite understand what it was like to fight alongside his clanmates. He had been excited at first, ready to tease his opponents and toy around with them before giving them the final blow. That’s what he had pictured in his mind anyway. But it looked like he was going to have to change that plan because it honestly wasn’t working out the way he had expected it to. Perhaps he shouldn’t have picked such an experienced opponent. Or maybe his plan would’ve never worked out in the first place. It was probably both options. The WindClan cat looked like he was too experienced for him and he was too inexperienced to expect for a plan like that to work.
With a fierce snarl, he launched himself forward, claws stretched forward as far as possible as he focused his yellow eyes on the tom’s face. He wanted to leave a few marks that wouldn’t go away for a while.