[Doom]

Originally Posted by CasperCreates

@Venus @little-life-light

"You disgusting coward!" Iceheart's gruff yowl pierced the air as the huge she-cat launched herself at the enemy cat. Her pounce landed her squarely on top of his shoulders, using her weight to pin him to the ground. "Going after kits and apprentices? You are the lowest form of filth in this StarClan-forsaken land!" Her gleaming fangs were less than a mouse-length from his throat.

She wouldn't kill him, not yet. She wanted to enjoy this. The adrenaline coursing through her battle-starved veins, the feeling of flesh tearing beneath her claws. She would be lying if she said she didn't miss this. The chance to defend her clan with tooth and claw. Muscles rippled under her black pelt as she fought to hold the stranger down. She did have the size advantage, but when it came to speed, she was lacking. Her best strategies were using her heavy weight and long claws to her advantage.

She looked to the two apprentices near the nursery, that had been the original target of the mangy fox-heart's attack. She recognized Rabbitpaw, and her own apprentice, Badgerpaw. Her orange eyes softened almost too quickly to notice, trying not to show that she was grateful they were safe.

"Well, Badgerpaw? What are you waiting for? Here's your chance for some real experience." The fierceness returned to her eyes as she looked expectantly at the young she-cat, her own claws still locked into the enemy's shoulders as she pinned him down. Now would be the moment that the ruthless black cat really learned what kind of cat her apprentice was. She could prove herself a coward, or she could prove herself a warrior. She cared little about the fact that this was the little molly's first battle; all she thought about was her desire for her to prove herself worthy.

[OPEN - looking for some severe scars, but nothing fatal!]

Badgerpaw had been frozen in fear by the nursery, watching death itself approach her. Her eyes widened as she couldn't help but embrace the moment, helpless and scared. She had very little combat experience, and had never seen war in the flesh, so how could she defend herself here? The small tuxedo flinched as a sharp paw came barreling at her, but at the last second, it curved its way back towards the ginger opponent. Her eyes brightened at the familiar dark pelt in front of her. “I-Iceheart!” Of course, her mentor was here to save her once more.

Swallowing her nerves, Badgerpaw nodded at her mentor’s statement, her eyes locked on Iceheart’s claws that dug deep into her opponent’s shoulders. The fur along her own shoulders bristled fearfully. “Okay...o-okay, Iceheart! I'll do my best...!” Trying to unglue her gaze, Badgerpaw scanned the blood-shedded clearing. Great StarClan, fighting is awful!

She tried to scrape up every bit of combat training she remembered, then with hesitance, she rushed blindly into the hustle of everything.