[Brilliance]

Originally Posted by Leaf_tail

(Whoops! Sorry about that^^)
Brokencreek hadn't expected Passionblaze to be so quick on his paws. He fell back, shielding his face from the claws raking along his fur. His hind leg slipped in the mud, almost causing him to lose his balance. For the first time, worry slid its way along his thoughts, but he banished his doubts with a shake of his head. A little mud won't stop me.

Though he tried to shove his concerns out of his mind--for Silverpelt's sake, I'm in a battle!--he couldn't help but notice the ferocity of the raindrops hammering his thin coat of fur. StarClan's wrath was not one to be reckoned with, and he knew the Clans would have to answer to this eventually.

Caught off guard, he had no time to duck Passionblaze's blow. His claws raked across his face. Brokencreek spat in fury as blood trickled down his cheek and mixed with the raindrops running down his fur. He shoved himself to his back legs, his claws gripping the mud, and swiped at the ThunderClan deputy.

Rain was always a delight to Passionblaze, but fighting in heavy rain? It wasn’t an easy thing to do. The weather conditions wasn’t ideal for the purpose. His fur was matted down, rain dripping in his gaze and blurring it for a moment. As Passionblaze spring forward to cast another hit, he was pushed back with a sharp sting from the other tom’s claws. Giving him good long scratches on his face. Passionblaze let out an infuriating growl. Bad timing for it to be storming this hard... the acidic rain dripping on the scratches left on his face, burned even more, but with loss of feeling and a numb mind, Passionblaze found it hard to notice it.

When the battle was over, he’d notice it. All the pain this battle physically beat into him. For now, the rain couldn’t stop the fight so through a blinded vision, Passionblaze lowered himself onto the ground, swiftly slipping forward to drag a claw against his opponent’s side. Lowering himself to the ground made it a bit easier to see, but not as easily it would be in daytime. Or, a day that had cleared skies. The water was building up, he could feel the puddles covering his paws.

Covered in bruises, dust, mud, and blood was not a pretty sight when the rain was the final piece of art that drenched his pelt.

Originally Posted by Beau

Cranewing narrowed her eyes at the Shadowclan warrior’s snarled words. She wasn’t intimidated. The adrenaline and anger of the battle drowned out her logical thoughts and smothered the little fear she had within her mind. Logistically speaking, winning a battle with someone so different in height and power would be nearly impossible. However, she had the advantage of speed which could make her victorious in the end. It was far more likely that she would fight him off long enough to engage in battle with a different cat so he would also move on. Perhaps she should’ve gone on defense, but Cranewing’s philosophy was that the best defense was a good offense. With that in mind, she ignored his threat and leaped, catching her claws on his shoulder to turn herself up into his back. The warrior’s snapping jaws missed her closely, but his heavy paw hit her squarely in the flank. All the air was pushed for Cranewing’s lungs as she was thrown off of the other cat. She hit the ground with a heavy thud and lay stunned for a moment. Her mind screamed at her limbs to move before her opponent could pin her, but she was still dazed. Finally, she regained movement and Cranewing scrambled to her paws and backed away from the other warrior to organize her thoughts and assess her wounds. Blood was still trickling from her ear and a new gash on her forehead poured the sticky substance down the side of her head. The shoulder she’d landed on was starting to hurt terribly but no wound was visible. Cranewing worries that there was some type of internal injury that the adrenaline masked, but she decided to deal with it later. The tom’s blow had been mostly with his paw pad, but some claw marks still bled on her side. Letting out a low growl, Cranewing lunged again with her claws aiming for his face.

One thing Honeythistle knew that the pain in his back was not an hallucination. It burned more than ever and only made him furious. For a small little thing, this Thunderclan she cat sure was coming back for more. Especially toward a cat who was - what? - double her size? Honeythistle had to smack her away with a heavy paw because if he hadn’t, she would have a good advantage at being exposed to his back. The claw marks still hurt, but Honeythistle forced himself to shake the pain away. His opponent was on the ground once more, which gave more the reason for Honeythistle to finish the battle here. Then again, it wouldn’t have been any fun to stop a battle that just began. After all, this Thunderclan cat had attacked one of his mates - no one was supposed to hurt any of his queens of kits. Honeythistle wanted to make her feel more than pain...if that was possible. He didn’t want to kill her; he wanted her to suffer strongly until she felt the need to be put out her misery. So, he waited for her to get back up and when she did, Honeythistle did not expect for her to aim for his face. He dodged the wrong way, and colliding sharp claws slightly reopening an old wound that he gained moons ago. It made him jump back, hissing in agony. The diagonal gash that stitched his face made him feel that it was being ripped apart once more. Little crimson droplets coated the ground. Honeythistle didn’t even take much time to recover because he was charging once more, swiping claws to meet the side of her neck.