[Brilliance]

Originally Posted by Empress Of Evil

The black and white tom was definitely young, and maybe he shouldn’t even have been taken to this battle, but being an inexperienced apprentice didn’t make him a kit. RiverClan wasn’t stupid nor cruel, would never take a kit into battle. It was wrong. Pleasantpaw could see the disbelief on the WindClan tom’s face as he said the words. While the warrior probably knew that he was an apprentice, he probably still considered him to be a kit. It was clear that he didn’t look experienced. He was a small cat and he looked young. Not only that, but he had no scars and had soft fluffy fur, much like that of a kits. His opponent however had scars lining his pelt and wiry fur. It was clear that he had picked the wrong opponent for a beginner like him. Still, Pleasantpaw was an arrogant cat and he believed that he could beat this cat, even though deep down there was doubt. He had to give RiverClan a good image. If a young apprentice could beat a senior warrior, no cat would ever want to face his clan again. As great as the thought sounded, he couldn’t help but feel skeptical of the idea, no matter how much he tried to push the doubt away.
The tom felt relief as his claws scratched the warrior’s face. The marks were not deep since his claws were thin and short, but he was impressed with himself and that was all that mattered to him. The WindClan cat stumbled back and because of the force which had been in his lunge, Pleasantpaw landed on the ground and stumbled forward as well. He moved backwards as quickly as his paws would allow before the tom could launch another attack on him. He was puffing by now though his expression was determined. He had managed to leave a few scratches, which meant that fighting his opponent and leaving marks wasn’t impossible for him. With that thought in mind and ready power him forward, he bunched his muscles, preparing to make another attack.
The determination in his eyes suddenly disappeared and they widened. He faltered in his step as he saw the other tom slinking forward, teeth bared and ready to sink into his paw. He was frozen on the spot, not entirely prepared for this. Pleasantpaw let out a shrill shriek as he felt a sharp pain in his paw, like needles digging in. He ripped his paw away from the tom in a panic, crying out as the teeth dragged along his paw while he removed them. He hopped back, trying his best to stand on just three legs. Anger and fear flooded into his yellow hues. His muscles screamed at him, telling him to retreat but his mind was thinking otherwise. He wanted revenge. He clumsily lunged forward again, his claws aimed for the tom’s face again. His attack was messy and not well planned. He could easily be knocked out of the air.

Burningcall felt that he was wasting his time. Fighting with someone that wasn’t on his level. This Riverclan apprentice shouldn’t be fighting at all! What was Fallenstar thinking? Allowing the weaklings to fight? Burningcall would think Riverclan would show some power, but they were far from it. Burningcall thought Riverclan needed to stay out thisnfight as it wasn’t there’s. To think Thunderclanners needed some help. That proved that those tree climbers were far weaker than he imagined. And, to actually believe that one of his daughters joined Thunderclan! He was disappointed in Brindlestream. He wanted to meet her in battle and give her a painful experience for losing loyalty to Windclan. It was an aggressive thought, but he didn’t raise that ungrateful brat just so she could fight against her own birth clan! Burningcall disowned her moons ago when he learned of her questioning place.
If he wanted to fight against his own flesh and blood, he needed to quickly get rid of this no-excuse-of-a-cat. He didn’t prepare for the young cat’s claws to strike him. It left thin marks that burned, but the pain should subside in a couple days. It wasn’t a fatal move, and it was quite...well, as good as an apprentice could be. Burningcall wanted to chortle. He wanted to tell the apprentice to go back to the nursery where he came from, but less talking and more action was for the battlefield, so he thought these humorous thoughts instead.
When Burningcall bit the apprentice, he was sure that would make the riverclanner run back to where he came from. He could nestle with his mother and drink milk because apparently in Burningcall’s eyes, the apprentice wasn’t weaned off it. His teeth had clung to fur. When his enemy pulled his paw away, Burningcall spat out the fur with disgust. That taste wasn’t pleasant at all (no pun intended). It left the older warrior satisfied, ready to fight more. That move should had been enough to send the apprentice running away. Instead the apprentice was coming back for more. Burningcall’s wiry pelt stood on end, and he growled darkly. Not enough for you? The tom’s hackles rose. In order to act and defend himself, he got into a crouch, baring his teeth. He didn’t expect to be charged at once more. It made Burningcall roll his eyes upward. He stood up, nonchalantly. The riverclanner’s move was clumsy, aiming to strike at his face. Burningcall chuckled, and easily he managed to dodge without getting swiped again. Instead, to retaliate, he brought up an unsheathed paw and heavily swung it toward his opoonent’s face, hoping to knock him across the battlefield. It was all too easy. A little depressing that he was up against this apprentice. He didn’t like to fight unworthy opponents which consisted of young cats, but since this riverclanner attacked him first. He was only defending himself. Mostly it was also because the apprentice was from Riverclan, so Burningcall never felt guilty for bringing pain to an enemy.